This is quite a dark story and I had some thoughts about if I should write it or not due to it involving members of organized crime. Unfortunately it is not as unrealistic as I wish it would be, since there have been multiple cases of similar things happening in my country Sweden.
People (including multiple women) with access to the police records have been giving secret police files to criminals, and unfortunately this has helped them commit crimes. My wish is that anyone helping criminals in real life would be sent to prison for a long time, but this is not always the case unfortunately.
With that said, this story is a fantasy and I hope you enjoy it.
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I walked into a diner called Moe's for lunch, just as I had done many times before. I wasn't there for the food (which was ok for the price), but rather for a secret entrance located in a restroom that was permanently "Out of order". I had to be careful so that no one in the Police force suspected what I really was.
You see, about a year ago a man called Avon Barksdale chatted me up at a bar I usually went to with my friends. A night of passion and I was hooked on him, and soon I was deeply in love with him.
Our meeting had however not been a chance meeting. No, on the contrary it had been carefully planned by Avon and his crew. Avon was the unknown leader of one the biggest crime gangs in Capitol city, and had been in need of a contact in the police department that could feed him information. After going through the most attractive young candidates in the police force he started to try to hookup with one. He knew his charm, physical appearance, and very big sexual skills would eventually charm one of the cops.
I guess I should be feeling good that I was one of his choices. As a young girl with a curvy body, hazelnut hair and a cute face I hoped I was one of his first choices, but I guess I'll never know.
As I said I was in love with him, but I also knew he only saw me as a tool. Not exactly a healthy relationship, but by now I don't care. Although my name really is Debbie Callahan I was known as Officer Fuckface to his gang.
The diner I visited was a normal diner to everyone in the outside world, but it was also how I was able to have contact with Avon. When no one was looking I walked to the out of order restroom, locked the door and then opened another door with a key. The door led to a corridor that was connected to Avon's gang headquarters. Avon was no fool, and knew that criminals that flashed their riches tended to be short-lived, so for most people he was just a normal business guy who owned a couple of clubs, shops and so on.
"Hi there Officer Fuckface!" one of his lieutenants said as I approached Avon's office.
"Hi there Devin. Does he have time for me?" I answered, blushing from the demeaning name.
"He might be able to squeeze you in, he is having a meeting with some of the crew. Go in, and put yourself to your best use."
I know what they think is my best use, after all it's in my name, but I don't care. I have since long accepted my addiction to Avon's big black cock. As I entered the room Avon was talking with three of his higher ups, probably about some illegal stuff I should arrest them for. Instead I kneel in front of Avon with my head down.
"Got the info I asked for Fuckface?" Avon says.
I give him an USB drive with info about some criminals from another gang. To be honest I don't want to know what they will use it for, but I doubt it is any legal stuff. Avon tossed the USB drive to one of the guys before standing up and getting his cock out. I know what my job is and what is expected of me, as I open up my black police shirt and push my tits out of my black lacy bra. I used to have D cups, but Avon got me a time at a surgeon, and now they are F cups. The surgeon was good, but it is still very visible how fake they are. Which is part of Avon's enjoyment as he likes that I made my beautiful tits into a bit of a freak show for him.
"Ghhhggghhufhhhkkkg ghhgglkkhg gghheghhhgllk" is the sound leaving my throat as I gag on his cock.
"Mmmm, that's good work Fuckface. I bet your cunt is really wet pleasuring my long thick dick isn't it?"
Avon knows me too well as I embarrassingly feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I crave the facefuckings more than Avon I think. Avon continues to use my throat as a masturbation tool and saliva is dripping onto my big fake tits getting them wet.
"I just love your jiggling fake tits, next time you are getting a week off we'll make sure to get them up a size or two."
I know better than touching myself, knowing that my pleasure is secondary. Avon's pace is increasing, indicating he is getting closer. Soon I can feel him tense up as he pulls out and squirts multiple big strands of cum on my tits.
"Desperate to cum Fuckface?" Avon asks as he pulls his pants up.
"Yesss..." I say as I need to get some release.
"Can anyone give the hoe some release by fucking her needy cunt?" Avon then asks his crew.
"I guess I could give her a fuck if she pays me ten bucks."
It's T.J. that offers to fuck me. He's a mean bastard, but by now I am desperate for release and quickly give him 10 dollars, getting humiliated in front of everyone once more.
He makes me pull down the pants to my knees and pull my thong to the side. As they all chat he calmly fucks me, once again using me as a masturbation tool. But I don't care as I get a big cock in my cunt and an orgasm I am so desperate to get, which I also quickly get with T.J:s big cock.
Selling info like this to criminals is no risk free business, the previous cop that did that was Detective Veronica Sanders. When she was caught and fired she was of no use to Avon. What kept her alive was that she never snitched on Avon.
So instead of ending up dead, Avon got her hooked on drugs and then started to put her in any porn movie he could find. Some of the stuff she did was really extreme underground stuff, but after a while she was too used up even for porn. Last I heard she was selling her holes cheaply on the street to even the most stinking hobo, getting paid peanuts and collecting all the STD:s.
That's not where I want to end up so I am more careful. Luckily my colleagues are not precisely following the IT guidelines about logging out. With the budget cuts our computers are falling apart,so it's not unusual that we need to borrow each other's computers.
Whenever Avon needs information I make sure to use another person's user and get the information that way. And I make sure to use different users, making it near impossible to use the digital tracks to blame me for anything.
T.J. decides to cum up my cunt, and I am not too worried about that. Avon is making sure I am protected as he doesn't want any kids to mess with his plans. I get my thong and pants in order before getting up.
"Anything more you need me for?" I ask Avon.
"No, you can go Fuckface. If the info is good you'll get your reward later." Avon says, not even bothering to look at me as I get out of the room.
I find my way out to the diner and get back to work with cum drying on my tits and leaking from my cunt. Avon has no problems with me catching criminals and can sometimes even give me information about his competitors.
The only demand he has is that I don't catch his guys. Of course I don't know all of his gang members, meaning I sometimes accidentally catch one of his guys. This is not popular, and Avon makes sure I get punished for it.
Depending on how important the one I arrest is, the punishment differs. Some low level thugs might only give a spanking, but higher ups are way worse. Avon knows my biggest fears, and once I had to assist in an arrest of one of his highest ranked guys to not blow my cover, and that really gave me a big, big punishment. Electro torture is something I had confessed to Avon to really hate, as even the idea of it make my body shake of fear.
So of course Avon had my pussy, asshole and tits connected to an electric torture device during a day off. The whole day was used to torture me with short enough breaks to get me ready for the next round. My saving grace that made me leave that room in the end was that I didn't have much choice in the arrest. Since then I have been a very obedient slut, to not have to do that again.
As my shift ended I went back to the station. Johnny, a fellow white colleague who seemed to have a crush on me, tried once again to ask me out, and once again I crushed his hopes as I rejected his advances with that I didn't date losers like him.
Instead, I went home waiting for Avon to send me a message on my burner phone he has given me for this purpose. I guess I too am a bit of a loser, waiting for a criminal during my free time, instead of doing something social. Luckily I didn't have to wait very long for it to vibrate, signaling a message.
"Hi Fuckface. Info turned out good. Get to the normal place for your reward. Bring your two special uniforms."
The normal place was a bit of a run downed hotel that Avon used for meetings like this. Sometimes I was alone with him, sometimes he brought male friends, or even female company with him to our dates. No matter what I was expected to serve and obey. The advantage of the hotel was that it had an underground parking garage, making the meetings very discreet.
The uniforms he asked for were two different police uniforms. The first one was a normal official uniform, but the size was way too small, not accounting for my increased ass size from training or increased tit size from operation. It meant it always risked breaking in the ass or tits area, especially when I had to do different exotic poses or dance seductively.
The other one was a police uniform you bought in a sex shop, being a mockery of my real uniform with way too short blouse and way too small shorts. The handcuffs included were more often used on me than any criminal. By now the cum stains on it made it look like and feel like it had been used by a whore in a bukkake gangbang.
When I got to the hotel I went to the usual room (room 911, don't say Avon doesn't have humor) and as I knocked on the door Avon opened it. When I walked in I saw that I apparently was only having sex with him.
"Listen Officer Fuckface, you are in for a long night and day here. Since you have been a good slut cop I will reward you tonight and it's just gonna be you and me doing romantic shit. But tomorrow, you and Doctor Cunt will serve me and some friends for a little gangbang to keep the gang together."
My heart melted knowing I had Avon for myself tonight. As for tomorrow, I had no problems with a gangbang as it was my day off (which Avon of course knew since he had my work schedule). Getting fucked by multiple black men wasn't exactly the worst way to spend a Saturday.
