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Woman Gets Fucked By Three Men
To the outside world, the small town was a quiet place between the mountains and forests. The people were extremely friendly and everyone knew about each other’s lives. It was a tight-knit community where people who left would always return for a visit. The memories were always too great.
Famous authors often stayed for months at a time for seclusion. Tourists came during the summers to enjoy the lake.
It was also the place that led to her complete sexual depravity…
Detective Celine Sullivan was born and raised in that town before moving to the big city to pursue her law enforcement career. She knew most of the people well. Her mother used to be a popular teacher at the high school.
There were two reasons she was back in town:
1. She completed her paid leave after being involved in a shootout during a major crimes investigation. After being fired upon by drug traffickers, she returned fire, striking and killing a man. Other officers on the scene engaged in the firefight and arrests were made.
Psychologists at the police department conducted an evaluation of her mental state and recommended a less stressful assignment for the moment. She’d had a chaotic year as a young detective with crime on the rise. As fulfilling as the job was, it had also taken its toll.
2. An informal corruption probe opened against some of the town’s leaders after a complaint was filed, and when Detective Sullivan was offered the role of lead investigator, she agreed. It was exactly the kind of job she needed. One that was low on stress but still allowed her to remain active.
So there she was, back in the place where she was raised. It felt good to be home again. She stayed in a remote cabin in the woods where her mother used to live. In town, she was treated as something of a local celebrity. Her name had been in the newspaper and she’d been featured on local news reports a few times.
When the weather was finally clear on a cold winter’s night, she went out to dinner with some old friends. Afterwards, when they all went outside for a quick chat before parting ways, a friend passed a message that changed the direction of her investigation.
“By the way,” he said. “Have you been to the wine shop yet? The owner has a special bottle saved just for you. He said you’re an American hero who deserves only the best.”
When they all parted ways, Celine tightly clenched her coat and walked across the street towards the wine shop. It was almost closing time and she had to hurry. Inside, the place was quiet, but the lights were on.
“Hello?” she called out.
Nothing. The small shop was still silent, and with her keen eyes, she noticed a light in the backroom, and as she stood still, she heard a faint noise. A woman’s voice. Danger? Her instincts as a detective kicked in and she felt something unusual was going on.
Gingerly, she walked towards the back. The noise was a little clearer and she heard a ruffling sound. There was commotion and people were talking in low husky voices, using plenty of curse words.
Had she been led here on purpose? Had the man set her up? Or was she being tipped off about something because she was a detective?
Celine kept composure as she peeked her head around, careful not to be seen, so she could look into the backroom.
A young woman had just been stripped naked and 3 men looked at her with hungry eyes. The guy who seemed in charge was Mayor Braddock, a large man who was always extremely friendly with everyone. Beside him were a lawyer and the man who owned this wine shop.
“Bend over the table for us,” Mayor Braddock said to the naked woman.
When the woman complied, the Mayor and his friends undid their pants and freed their erections.
Mesmerized, or perhaps in shock, Celine watched from the discreet place where she stood. It was the first time she had ever witnessed anything like this. Although she was used to having to think quickly in moments of danger, this was something different. She actually enjoyed watching. It was a dirty thrill being a voyeur to this.
The men shared the naked woman at the same time. They used her mouth, mauled her breasts with their hands, and took turns having sex with her. It happened so fast that it suggested a certain level of casualness between all of them.
When a lawyer, thrusting hard into the naked woman, made eye contact with the voyeuring detective, she gasped and quickly walked backwards to leave. The man had smiled at her, but said nothing.
Celine left the wine shop wondering if the men would all know that she’d spied on them. Maybe they’d find it humorous that a woman with her authority had caught them in the act? Or maybe the lawyer would keep quiet about it.
When she drove back to her cabin, she made a fire and put on music. She changed her clothes into comfortable nightwear and sat by the fireplace.
For something like this, she normally would have written an entry into the report she had been working on. So far, yenibosna escort there was very little substance for this informal probe and it felt like a waste of time, though she loved the time off and being in her hometown.
Sitting by the fireplace, she emailed her Lieutenant for the biggest development of them all:
I saw a gangbang today. A literal gangbang. Mayor Braddock was there along with two other prominent men (one of which was the city lawyer), so it was a 3-on-1 deal. It happened in the back of a wine shop and the owner was part of it.
The lucky woman who was ganged is a young school teacher. I met her once the other day. She’s a very nice person. She was nervous during the ganging but clearly she enjoyed it. The men seemed way too experienced for something like this. I’ll spare you the rest of the gratuitous details.
Should I continue with the probe?
I could still dig a bit deeper, but at this rate, it’s like doing research into making a porn. These people are squeaky clean, except for tonight’s awesome gangbang.
Let me know,
Detective Sullivan
She almost had to laugh after sending the message. She wished she could see her boss’s expression. It must have been glorious, either with frustration or humor. What most people don’t realize is that cops tend to cling to humor as a form of stress relief.
Putting her laptop away, all she could think about was the attractive school teacher who was naked and used. Valerie was the woman’s name. A new teacher who came here from France to start a new life. What an interesting twist of fate.
Just thinking about it made her aroused again. One of the benefits of living alone was that she could masturbate as much as she wanted, wherever she wanted. It had been a while since she last had sex. Almost a year, to be exact. Quality men tend to be intimidated by her job and the power she had.
In front of the fireplace, she removed her pants, spread her legs, and rubbed herself thinking about the young French teacher named Valerie. It was the first time she had ever given herself an orgasm from anything related to a case.
Morning arrived and she rolled across her bed to check her phone for new messages. Skimming the list, she saw the reply from the Lieutenant.
Keep digging. As you know, crooks enjoy sex like anyone else. Who cares if they’re fucking a teacher? Good for them. Now do your job Celine. Or are you allergic to cocks and pussies?
It made her giggle. The Lieutenant had the driest sense of humor in a person she’d ever met. For now, this unofficial investigation would have to keep going.
Celine Learns The Town’s Secrets
After spending two days investigating and finding nothing of value, a major twist came when she ran into the group sex lawyer down the street. Celine finished having breakfast with a friend and the lawyer was on his way to work.
They made small talk, but the tension lingered between them. The man blushed and Celine wondered if the topic of what she saw would come up. As it turned out, he was the one who decided to bring it up.
“About the other night,” Alan said, still blushing. “Sorry you had to see that.”
Celine laughed it off and waved her hand. “Forget it. It’s nothing.”
“Well I’m glad you’re the forgiving type. I was worried that our reputations would be ruined in your eyes.”
“Not at all, but I’ve got to admit, it was a jarring thing to witness. Especially in a town like this.”
“A lot’s changed since you left,” he replied, this time with more confidence. “Things, I guess you can say, are different now.”
That statement was all Celine needed to know that these men did this routinely. The only question was, did they only do this with the same school teacher? Or were there others?
Regardless, it was none of her concern. As curious as she was, she didn’t want to pry into the sex life of others. It was improper, especially as a law enforcement agent. Ethics was always on her mind while doing a job because the department is strict when it comes to discipline.
She gave an innocent smile, “Next time I’ll promise to knock.”
“Or not,” Alan replied with a smile of his own, with a much different interpretation.
“Excuse me?”
“All I’m saying is, you’re family here. You can go wherever you’d like. Especially with the investigation you’re still doing.”
Celine got the clue. “Okay, just admit it. You did that on purpose. You wanted me to see the Mayor having sex with that teacher. Why?”
Her tone was forceful and in sharp contrast to her previous demeanor. It was the type of tone she’d use for interrogations. She fully expected Alan to crumble, given how shy he originally appeared over discussing the gangbang, but that wasn’t the case.
Instead, she noticed the man’s confidence remained. Oh yes, they had intended for her to watch the sex show.
“You’re taking things the wrong way,” he replied, acting like it was all a big overreaction.
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“I’ll tell you what. Come to my house tonight. I’ll arrange a small gathering. You can either watch it secretly. Or you can watch in the open.”
She gasped, then seethed. “Are you out of your mind?! What is this? What the hell are you talking about, Alan?”
“Calm down, calm down, Detective Sullivan. Your probe, in my legal opinion of criminal law, is highly unnecessary. It’s a big misunderstanding. Please, come to my house and let me clear things up.”
If this lawyer was lying, then he was very good at it. Celine was excellent at reading people and this felt unusual. Something was off. Nonetheless, this man was the city’s lawyer who had already provided statements for her probe.
It’s not like he’d do anything crazy, she thought.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked, coming around to this idea.
“Come to my place at, let’s say, 9 pm tonight. You can watch secretly in a different room. Or you can be in the same room with everyone. Either way, you’ll see how business is done around here.”
“This is the most unusual defensive strategy I’ve ever seen from a lawyer.”
Alan nodded. “We’re not corrupt. We just do things differently in this town.”
Excusing himself, the man winked at her and they parted ways.
In all her years, Celine had never been in a situation like this. This was a basic probe. Ask questions. Look at documents. The works. It was a textbook research assignment.
Going to a person’s home late at night was never supposed to be a part of the game plan. Especially when sex was so blatantly involved. And sex, it seemed, was hinted at. She didn’t want to ask what would be happening, but she sort of already knew.
For the rest of the day, her mind wandered, with the shooting she had been involved in still weighing heavily on her mind. It snowed and she stayed in her cabin with hot soup and a burning fireplace. She reviewed all of her notes and documents. So far, everything still looked clean, although there were a few things that kept her suspicions going, like the strange vibes she got from speaking with some of the men.
At night, it snowed even more, so Alan came by to pick her up. Unlike their previous interactions, this felt purely professional. Gone was the friendly banter. Gone was the humor.
Now it felt like Celine barely knew this man. The car ride felt like a means to an end. She asked questions about what would happen that night and what she’d see or hear. It was like talking to a brick wall. All she got were canned responses about how she’d get her answers soon enough.
The large home by the lake had a modern feel to it. Outside looked rustic, but inside looked like a new home you’d find in a city. The lights were bright and the furnishings were chic and stylish.
“We’re early, so you’ll have to wait a while,” Alan said. “Would you prefer to be a voyeur? Or would you rather join the fun?”
Somehow, it felt like they had very different definitions of the word ‘fun.’
“I’d rather be a voyeur for this,” she said.
“Alright, my wife Leanne will keep you company and tell you what to do.”
Was that a warning? It sounded like one. A warning that Celine would be in for a long night with an interesting woman. When Alan disappeared to tend to the guests who’d soon be arriving, Celine found out what the warning was all about.
She got acquainted with a woman named Leanne, who seemed like a middle-aged trophy wife. Blonde. Spoiled. Expensive clothes. Somewhat ditzy.
“You’re the detective?” Leanne asked, eyes going up and down her body. “You’re not what I expected at all. You’re kind of young for the job, aren’t you?”
Celine shrugged. “I worked hard, very hard. And I got lucky because there were several early retirements and the department needed more detectives.”
“Yeah, and I’m sure you’ve sucked a few old dicks along the way, am I right?”
There was a sly smile on Leanne’s face, like the question was something to be proud of. Like it was a completely normal thing to ask from another woman whom she just met.
“I’ve never done that,” Celine replied, not wanting to ruin whatever this night was about.
Leanne raised an eyebrow. “Never done what? Sucked a dick or messed around with a superior?”
“I’d rather we not discuss this.”
“I’m only joking,” Leanne laughed.
“Funny.”
A car pulled into the driveway. They heard it from where they stood.
“Come on,” Leanne said in a more serious mode. “I’m supposed to take you into the hiding place. Do you need to use the bathroom first? We’ll be there for a while.”
Declining the offer to use the bathroom, Celine was hurried off into a small room down the hall with the lights turned off. The door was left slightly open so they could see the guests and they’d also remain hidden in the darkness.
One by one, the guests arrived. Mayor Braddock was there. Other prominent men showed up soon after. There were plenty of laughs and jokes amongst them as they had close relationships.
What surprised Detective Sullivan — or not — was that Valerie showed up again, accompanied by a city council woman. Unlike the men, the women were more reserved, more nervous.
Spying from the room, she watched the men gather around a table to play cards. She also watched the respectable, neatly-dressed women get naked near the men, who were unsurprised by the stripping.
As the men played their card game and had drinks, the women got on their knees underneath the table. Her sight of what exactly was happening was obscured, but it was clear from the way the men adjusted themselves that they were getting oral sex.
A city council woman was involved in this too? Celine felt her heart racing. Her job was to listen for any improprieties. To see if there was corruption regarding how contracts were made and how budgets were allocated. Instead, she was watching the boy’s club getting blown together.
Was this how they normally did business and politics? Perhaps the lawyer was right. There was no corruption. No quid pro quos. No exchange of money in exchange for government favors. Just plain old fashion favoritism.
She started to grow restless after a while, leaning against the wall for comfort. She listened attentively to every word. Celine was used to these sorts of surveillance assignments, so it didn’t really bother her having to stand in the dark for so long. The men talked business and politics, but nothing that suggested illegality.
The conversation changed when Valerie was ordered to stand. The city council woman followed. With the card game over, the men wanted a different form of entertainment. Valerie laid naked over the table while the council woman ate her pussy. The men were amused with their cocks still out.
“Don’t make a sound,” Leanne whispered in the detective’s ear from behind. “If you’re loud, they’ll hear you. Then we’d be in a lot of trouble for being naughty girls.”
While the detective did her best to observe and listen, she felt the wife’s hands roaming across her body, cupping her breasts. Celine froze. The woman was right, if either of them made a noise, they’d be caught. The probe would effectively be compromised because no one would trust her anymore.
Not having any other option, Celine remained still while the wife felt up her tits. Did she hate it? It wasn’t the worst thing in the world. The hands went up her shirt and tugged at her bra. With the right pull, her bra was lifted and the hands were groping at the bare flesh of her tits.
“So fucking soft,” Leanne whispered in the detective’s ear, pinching the nipples.
Keeping herself together, she allowed herself to enjoy the touch. It was a moment of weakness, but she kept telling herself it was part of her official business. Her eyes and ears were still focused on the men who were now fucking the women.
It was similar to what she saw at the wine shop, only this time the sex seemed rougher. More hardcore. It only made Celine more aroused watching this heinous act of deviance. Listening to the women moan left her curious about what a gang fuck would actually feel like. She listened to the slapping noises of sex and the cries of pleasure.
All while Leanne now mauled her tits. The wife’s hands slipped below and tried to undo her belt buckle. Celine fought off the attempts three times. She gave up on the fourth struggle, despite being stronger than the wife and having more skills with hand fighting.
She allowed Leanne to undo the top of her pants, as quietly as possible, and one hand went to her pussy. Two fingers slid inside and Celine gave a gentle moan. When the fingers pulled out and pressed her clitoris, Celine gritted her teeth.
“Well, well, well,” Leanne whispered with deviant delight. “Your cunt is all worked up.”
“Your fingers feel good,” she whispered back, their voices concealed over the loud group sex in the other room.
Whatever signal Celine gave made the wife hellbent on making her cum. Fingers worked her clit and pussy while she watched the hardcore sex session. Celine’s orgasm was silent, which only made it hotter.
The men in the other room finished, cumming all over the women’s faces, laughing about it. At the same time, Leanne pulled her fingers out and fed it to the detective, making Celine taste her own orgasm.
***
While being driven back to her cabin, Celine was mostly silent. She was still trying to process everything that she’d seen along with having the first lesbian experience of her life. Alan saw the aftermath of that orgasm when the men left; her exposed breasts, her undone pants, fluids around her mouth.
The first thing she did in her cabin was brush her teeth and take a warm shower. Unable to sleep, she made herself hot chocolate while sitting on a rug next to the fireplace. She got on her laptop and typed only the relevant information:
At approximately 8:12 pm I arrived at the residence of Alan Parker. He’s the city attorney. I asked about the nature of this meeting and he declined to give a firm answer. I was offered a role as “voyeur” and I accepted. In another room, I observed the following:
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