Deviant Officers Odds Or Evens

All characters mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older.

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"The sexual perversion at this institution was frequent and ongoing," the judge said as she looked down at the soon-to-be convicted police officers. "With vulnerable victims and oversight either looking the other way or in some cases actually contributing to the abuse, the amount of sexual misconduct is horrifying."

She looked at her documents, noting the prosecution's recommendation, and prepared to hand down her lengthy sentences.

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Years earlier ...

"Isn't there any other jobs I can be moved to?" Destiny Herrera asked the prison's sheriff who was in charge of work scheduling. "I'll even take -"

"No no, I'm sorry," the Sheriff said. "Officer Reese specifically asked that you remain on the kitchen detail."

Destiny's heart dropped.

'Of course he did

,' she thought. Her head drooped and her silky dark-brown hair fell and covered her pretty face.

Destiny Herrera was a shorter half-Hispanic woman with golden tan skin. She was thin but in shape due to all her high school dance classes, though her toned thighs and waist had gotten a little softer in prison. Her small yet round, perky breasts had grown a bit as she gained a few in the love handle area.

"It seems you've been invaluable." the cop said. "And you requested that detail...said you loved cooking?"

Destiny's long face looked back up at the sheriff, her dark pleading eyes, now full of contempt.

"I was... I did, I mean. But..."

"Well, I'd say you're one of the lucky ones," he said before shoeing the young convict out the door.

Arrested under suspicion of being an accomplice in a robbery gone horribly wrong, Destiny maintained her innocence. That hadn't prevented the judge from throwing five years at her and now she slumped back to her cell, spirits dashed.

'

Lucky me,'

she thought gloomily.

*

A few hours later

Destiny was finishing up with her chores in the kitchen. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her orange prison top was wrapped around her waist. She wore a tight, white t-shirt that clung to her body after the busy work day. She was just ready to follow the rest of the kitchen inmates out when the guard stopped her.

"Hey," the female guard said. "We need someone to stay back and handle fridge."

Destiny frowned.

"And.. it's just me?" Destiny asked. "Couldn't you get someone to help me with-"

"Nah," the cop said. "Can't spare anyone. You can handle it... I'll be in block D when you're done."

She left and Destiny sulked, as she headed to the refrigerated area.

*

"Okay. Rock, paper, scissors?" Officer Freddy Gunn asked.

"Naw, fuck that shit," Officer Bryan Reese said. "I ain't tryin to take all day. Let's go on three."

"Okay," Gunn said. "Who ya got?"

Reese, the tall, burly white cop, frowned down at the shorter, thicker black cop.

"Gimme the oddball," Reese said.

"Alright."

Reese rubbed his stubble as Gunn squared up in front of him.

"No, gimme Even Stevens," he said.

"You sure?" Gunn asked, grinning slightly with his right fist balled.

"...Yeah."

They both squared up.

"One, two three shoot!" they said together, throwing their fists.

Odds.

"Fuck me!" Reese yelled.

"Not this time!" Gunn yelped, whopping and then pumping the air.

His police belt and keys jiggled and clanged as the young, black, clean-shaven cop hopped around.

"Aight B. Keep watch," Gunn said, a determined look appearing on his face.

Reese nodded and Gunn turned to enter the kitchen.

*

Destiny was entering the last walk-in fridge when she heard the door leading to the kitchen area close and lock. She knew she wasn't alone. She grimaced and was putting the final items on the shelf when she heard footsteps.

Her ears strained. The footsteps were uneven. They clucked toward the refrigerators with an occasional scuff sound on the floor. Destiny's stomach dropped and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

She knew that gait. Deputy Gunn didn't pick up his feet when he walked. His footsteps were distinctly different from Reese's.

Destiny heard the footsteps halt nearby. She dawdled around, taking up much more time than needed with the refrigerated products. However, memories of carrot sticks and cucumbers reminded Destiny to avoid being cornered near the produce. She slowly exited the walk-in fridge, not wanting to suffer that humiliation again.

She spotted the short, black, stubby cop leaning with his arms folded against the opposite wall.

Gunn had dark skin with small, slanted beady eyes. His fat nose pointed upward and his small mouth made his wide head look funny in Destiny's opinion. He always reminded her of the squirrel from the movie Ice Age.

"Looks like you still need these milk crates," Gunn said, nudging his foot against the crate.

Destiny sulked over, snapping out of her humorous musing. After glaring daggers at the short cop who was barely taller than she, Destiny bent at the waist, gripped the sides of the crate and braced herself for what she knew was coming. Usually, there was a struggle, as Destiny usually put up a fight. Today, Destiny was tired.

Gunn swung his hand forward and grabbed her ass. The force almost pushed Destiny's face against the wall. She steadied herself as all five of Gunn's strong, stubby fingers dug into her soft flesh. He squeezed Destiny's shapely ass for a few seconds before he needed so much more.

Quickly stepping behind her, Gunn grabbed Destiny's hips and yanked her soft butt back. He roughly untied the orange prison shirt wrapped around Destiny's waist and pulled her close. The bulge in his unbuttoned crotch fit nicely between Destiny's ass cheeks.

She grunted when Gunn humped against her tight orange prison pants and again when he rubbed under her t-shirt. He roughly squeezed Destiny's soft tits through her bra and sighed deeply with his eyes closed.

Destiny kept her eyes tightly shut as well while Gunn felt up and down her slender body. While dry humping against her ass, he reached for the hem of Destiny's t-shirt. She whimpered and squeezed her thighs together, but Gunn was already fumbling at the front of her pants.

"Ah. ah.. Hold still, you," Gunn's gruff whisper seemed to echo off the kitchen walls.

Destiny's thighs were still tightly shut, as Gunn's pudgy fingers dug under her orange prison pants and through her crotch. "I see you breaking my rule."

Destiny shuddered. Gunn was rubbing the outside of her panties, probing for her slit.

"You lucky these are so thin," Gunn said, running his fingers over the panties. "Be still."

Keeping his arm around Destiny's waist, Gunn grabbed the back of Destiny's orange pants and panties and yanked them down to her thighs.

SMACK!

Without waiting for Destiny's reaction, Gunn smacked her bare ass and then again three or four more times.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Destiny winced, her hands still holding the milk crate as she bent over. She tried squirming away. She wiggled her hips, grunted and tried to stand upright. Gunn sensed her movements and moved quickly.

He dropped down to his knees, licking his lips. Gunn caught a quick, familiar glance at Destiny's puffy pussy poking between her thin, smooth thighs; her tuft of brown hair; her bright red labia lips; and buried his face in her flesh.

"Awnff!" Destiny huffed, biting her lips when she felt Gunn's tongue dive into her depths. "ohhnff."

She needed one hand against the cold stone wall to study herself in the dimly lit kitchen, as Officer Gunn ate the inmate's tasty pussy from behind.

Whereas Officer Reese usually liked to stroke his fingers deep while playing with Destiny's clit, Gunn enjoyed sticking his tongue as far as he could reach. Destiny frowned as her body reacted. Her knees quaked and her thighs began to loosen.

Gunn by now was using both hands to spread Destiny's asscheeks. He licked from her pubic hair, up through her long, juicy clit, into her pussy hole and up to her asshole.

"Awwnnf," Destiny moaned, shivering at the intense pleasure flooding her brain. She could feel Gunn coating her most sensitive parts with saliva, preparing her body for what she knew was coming while driving her to the edge.

"Ohhmff!" Destiny's ass was wiggling back and forward, with Gunn's face buried between her cheeks. He growled into her flesh, inhaling her musky scent before returning his tongue to Destiny's sweet pussy. "Ummff!"

Destiny bit her lips again, as the pleasure unwillingly pushed forward.

"ummff...owhawff."

Her eyes were clenched shut, and her knuckles were white as she held the milk crake tightly. Gunn's tongue dove inside, fishing for her warm pussy juices, before dragging back out and circling her sensitive clit.

"Ooonnngff!" Destiny's eyes were rolling to the back of her head. Her knees shook, her mind went blank and her pussy creamed against Gunn's lips. "ooyuph!...OOhhffuuck."

Destiny trembled as her orgasm overtook her and when he felt her trembling climax, Gunn circled Destiny's clit in a way he knew would prolong her release.

"...uuuggl..ff... fuuuuck," she groaned, still trembling at the knees as she slumped forward over the milk crate, with one hand still against the stone wall.

She flinched as Gunn planted a few kisses on her pussy lips before he stood up straight. Destiny heard the belt loosen and the zipper slide down. She was staring at the wall when she felt Gunn's thick, fat cock inching under her buttcheeks.

His wide, purple cockhead was searching for her sweet, pink pussy.

"... uhg... fuck," Destiny muttered when she felt Gunn's cock nudging her pussy lips apart.

Destiny's pussy was slick and his cock easily slipped past her labia into her warm depths.

"Oooh .... Yea," Gunn groaned at the pleasurable heat enveloping his black dick.

"..mmmf!..uuffuck.." Destiny grimaced as Gunn pushed more than half of his stubby length into her. She hated the sound of his voice. She hated it even more when —

Smack!

With his dick lodged into her, Gunn slapped her right ass cheek, making Destiny whimper. Her knees trembled but opened a little wider. It was all the opening he needed.

Gunn grabbed her soft hips with hands and rammed forward with all his might.

"UUGH! ...Fuchhck!" Destiny moaned loudly. She was pushed forward so much that she now needed both hands on the wall to sturdy herself. Gunn stepped closer, repositioning his feet for leverage, so he could pull out and fire hips forward again.

"Ughh! fuhck.."

*

"Sorry, kitchen's closed," Reese said, as a few off-duty hungry-looking guards came down the hallway.

"Closed? It's still lunchtime we —," the guard stopped abruptly. He took notice of Reese's stance, right against the door.

The kitchen was normally well-illuminated at this time of day, but now the lights were all off. He also knew from experience there were plenty of camera-free areas in the back kitchen.

"Ah. Alright... fellas we'll ... er... Reese'll hook us up after his shift," He said to the two other guys. "Ain't that right?"

"You got it," Reese said, giving them the wink and the gun. "Whatever you gents like."

The guard flashed Reese a knowing look as he led his hungry coworkers away.

*

"UUGhhh!..." Destiny grunted, her face now pressed to the wall. Gunn had her pinned with his cock as deep as he could reach before he started pumping in and out. "uhhf.. uugh... uhhf..."

"Mhmm... take this baby," Dunn whispered, standing up on his toes, so he could whisper in Destiny's ear while fucking her. "..take this dick."

"Uhhf... uhhff...fuck..." Destiny knew her grunts and groans aroused Gunn, but she couldn't help it. "ugnnf..mmm!...mmmph....MMMmmff!"

She tried turning her face away from Gunn, but he simply followed her movements and continued whispering in her other ear.

"You know... you... like it!," Gunn was getting into it now. "You... gunna ...cum?"

Destiny groaned as she felt her pussy lips sliding up and down Gunn's wide cock. She could feel his belly against her back, and his thighs banging against hers. With every thrust, Destiny was pushed forward against the wall. And each thrust was a jolt of unwilling pleasure through Destiny's entire body.

"....fff....FFFFuuhhhck!" Destiny exploded all over Gunn's cock. She was shivering from head to toe and one foot actually rose from the ground, as her climax overtook her.

Gunn held her soft body close, supporting Destiny as her knees buckled. His dick was twitching inside of her, begging for stimulation. But he squeezed Destiny close until her orgasm released her.

Destiny's head slumped forward as she held her hands against the wall. Gunn pulled back and bent Destiny over more at the waist. With all resistance gone, Destiny's ass pushed back, while her torso dropped.

Gunn ran his hand up under her shirt and slowly started pumping Destiny's creamy warm pussy.

Her cunt always felt different after she came. The ridges inside her pussy were more firm and her lips tugged at his cock as he pushed in and out. Her pussy leaked down her thighs and soon Destiny was ramming her waist back, meeting Gunn's enthusiastic thrusts.

"...ungr.. Ohhhh... uhhf.." Destiny exhaled through the exhausting pleasure radiating through her brain. "...fuck .. ughf!..ughh.. "

The milk cartons rattled under Destiny, as their knees occasionally banged against the crate. Their thighs slapped loudly in the deserted kitchen and the inmate groans of reluctant pleasure echoed off the walls.

"ugnnf..mmm!...mmmph....MMMmmff!"

Destiny's mind was gone and her pulsating vagina muscles were working magic on Gunn's cock. He threw his head back toward the ceiling as he pounded the inmate's loving pussy.

His thrusts were less rhythmic now. Gunn was roughly throwing himself forward, grunting with each jerky thrust. Destiny knew what that meant and closed her eyes while grunting through the pleasure.

"...ughff...uuuggl..ff... fuuck," she groaned through Gunn's jagged, forceful thrusts. His cock was ramming shots of pleasure into her body, while her buckling knees banged uncomfortably against the crate.

"Ugh!.. Ugh!.. Don't...! Uhhf!"

Gunn began huffing loudly in time with each of his thrusts. His sensitive cock was tingling and Destiny's tight cunt was clinging to his sides and he couldn't hold back. Feeling Gunn getting closer, Destiny tried her hardest to pull away, her hands blindly reaching back in an attempt to force Gunn's cock out of her body.

Gunn was too strong. He held Destiny close, pressing his hard cock deep into his prisoner's pussy. He smashed his hips against her soft ass and ejaculated ropes of semen into her body.

".mmm..ugrrf.." Destiny growled at the warmth flooding her vagina. It forced a shiver up her spine and made her pussy dance along Gunn's dick.

He was slowly feeding her now, savoring each and every twitch of Destiny's slick, warm pussy as he eased in and out. He then pushed inside Destiny and let her cunt muscles squeeze his cock. Finally satiated, Gunn slowly pulled out of Destiny, making her grunt ("ugnh!"), patted her buttcheek and pulled up his pants.

The officer then helped a trembling Destiny pull up her prison pants. Leaving her to recover against the wall, he found her orange shirt on the floor and brought it over. Finally coming down, Destiny snatched her shirt away and began straightening her clothes.

"C'mon, Des. You don't gotta be like that," he said, stepping closer to try and hug her from behind. "We always have fun."

She jerked away and snorted.

"I've got to get to block D," Destiny said, picking up the crate of what was now probably warm milk. "You've made me late."

She hustled toward the fridge carrying the crate.

"Shittt, you made

me

late," Gunn said, quietly watching her booty bounce away. "Don't chu worry! I'll put in another notice of good behavior."

Destiny glowered as she stocked the milk in its place. By the time she returned to the kitchen, the lights were back on and guards were leading in a group of inmates. She hustled past the women's stares and the other guards' smirks.

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Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this short story written for soflabbwlvr 's "Crime and Punishment" event. Please vote and comment. Positive and critical feedback is welcome. Stay tuned for more short stories. And if you want more plot and character development, check out my Dorms Series'.