Detective's Gangbang, Town Secret

To the outside world, the small town was a quiet place between the mountains and forests. The people were friendly and everyone knew each other. Famous authors would stay for months long seclusion. Tourists came during summers to enjoy the lake.

It was also the place that led to her sexual depravity...

Detective Celine Sullivan was born and raised in that town before moving to the big city to pursue a law enforcement career. She knew most of the people well. Her mother was a popular teacher at the high school.

There were two reasons she was back in town:

1. She completed her 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 evaluated 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.

1. 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 allowed her to remain active.

It felt good to be home again. She stayed in a remote cabin where her mother used to live. In town, she was treated as a local celebrity. Her name was in the newspaper and she'd been featured on local news reports.

When the timing was right, she went out to dinner with some old friends. Afterward, when they 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 the best."

When they parted ways, Celine 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.

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 backroom. The noise was clearer and she heard a ruffling sound. There was commotion and people were talking in 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 by three men with hungry eyes. The guy who seemed in charge was Mayor Braddock, a large man who was always charming with everyone. Beside him were a lawyer and the man who owned this wine shop.

"Bend over the table," Mayor Braddock said to the naked woman.

When the woman complied, the Mayor and his friends undid their pants.

Celine watched from the discreet place. It was the first time she witnessed anything like this. Although she was used to having to think fast in moments of danger, this was something different. She enjoyed being a voyeur.

The men shared the naked woman. They used her mouth, mauled her breasts with their hands, and took turns having sex with her. It happened so efficiently that it suggested a certain level of casualness between them.

When the lawyer, thrusting hard into the naked woman, made eye contact with the voyeuring detective, she walked backwards to leave. The man 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.

When she drove back to her cabin, she lit the fireplace and put on music. She changed her clothes into comfortable nightwear and sat by the fire.

Her laptop was open and she wondered if this should go into her report. She decided against it. Instead, she emailed her Lieutenant:

She almost laughed 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 love 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.

In front of the fireplace, she removed her pants, spread her legs, and rubbed herself thinking about the French teacher named Valerie. It was the first time she'd 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 a reply from the Lieutenant:

Keep digging. As you know, crooks enjoy fucking like anyone else. Who cares if they're fucking a teacher? Good for them. Now do your job, Celine. Or are you allergic to dicks and cunts?

It made her giggle. The Lieutenant had the driest sense of humor in a person she'd ever met. For now, this preliminary investigation would have to keep going.

After spending two days investigating and finding nothing of value, a major twist came when she ran into the 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 mention it.

"About the other night," Alan said, still blushing. "Sorry you had to see that."

Celine waved it off. "Forget it. It's nothing."

"I'm glad you're forgiving. A lot's changed since you left."

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?

She forced a smile. "Next time I'll promise to knock."

"Or not," Alan replied with a smile of his own.

"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 hint. "Okay, just admit it. You did that on purpose. You wanted me to see the Mayor having sex with that teacher. Why?"

She expected Alan to crumble, given how shy he originally appeared discussing the gangbang, but that wasn't the case. Instead, the man's confidence remained. Oh yes, they had intended for her to watch the sex show.

"You're misunderstanding things," he replied. "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 seethed. "Are you crazy? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Calm down, calm down, Detective Sullivan. This concerns your criminal probe. Come to my place at 9 pm tonight. 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."

Excusing himself, the man winked at her and they parted ways.

This was supposed to be a basic probe. Ask questions. Look at documents. The works. It should have been textbook procedure.

For the rest of the day, her mind wandered, with the past shooting still weighing heavily on her mind. She stayed in her cabin and reviewed her notes and documents. Everything appeared clean, although the strange vibes from the men kept her suspicion going.

Alan picked her up at night. Unlike their previous interactions, this felt professional. Gone was the friendly banter. Gone was the humor.

Now it felt like Celine barely knew this man. She asked about what would happen 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 soon get her answers.

The large home by the lake had a modern feel to it. Outside looked rustic, but inside was like a new home you'd find in a city. The lights were bright and the furnishings were 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 different definitions of the word `fun.'

"I'd rather be a voyeur," she said.

"Alright, my wife Leanne will keep you company."

When Alan disappeared to tend to the guests who'd soon be arriving, she got acquainted with a woman named Leanne, who seemed like a middle-aged trophy wife. Blonde. Spoiled. Expensive clothes. Oozing sexuality.

"You're the detective?" Leanne asked, eyes going up and down. "You're not what I expected. 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 dicks along the way."

There was a sly smile on Leanne's face, like that statement was something to be proud of. Like it was a normal thing for women to suck dick for what they want.

"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. "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 off. The door was left slightly open so they could see the guests and they'd remain hidden in the darkness.

One by one, guests arrived. Mayor Braddock was there. Other prominent men who ran the city appeared. 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 councilwoman. Unlike the men, the women were more reserved, more nervous about tonight.

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, and performed oral sex.

Was this how they normally did politics? Perhaps the lawyer was right. There was no corruption. No quid pro quos. No exchange of money in exchange for government favors. Instead, she was watching the boy's club getting blown together.

The conversation changed when Valerie was ordered to stand. The city councilwoman followed. With the card game over, the men wanted a different form of entertainment. Valerie laid naked over the table while the councilwoman 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."

While the detective did her best to observe, she felt the wife's hands roaming cupping her breasts. Celine froze. If she made a noise and they got caught, the probe would be compromised.

The hands went up her shirt and tugged at her bra. With a pull, her bra was lifted and the hands were groping the bare flesh of her tits.

"So fucking soft," Leanne whispered in the detective's ear, pinching the nipples.

Celine enjoyed the touch and kept quiet to watch the group sex. The situation was rougher than the wine shop. More hardcore. It aroused her to watch this heinous act of deviance. She wondered what a gang fuck would feel like. She listened to the slapping noises and cries of pleasure.

All while Leanne mauled her tits. The wife's hands slipped below and tried to undo her belt buckle. Celine fought off the attempts, then allowed Leanne to undo the top of her pants and one hand went to her pussy.

"Well, well, well," Leanne whispered with 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 session. Celine's orgasm was silent, which made it hotter.

The men in the other room finished by cumming all over the women's faces, laughing about it. At the same time, Leanne pulled her fingers out and fed the detective, making Celine taste her own orgasm.

While being driven back to her cabin, Celine was silent. She was trying to process everything that she'd seen along with having her first lesbian experience. 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. Then she drank hot chocolate while sitting on a rug by the fireplace. She got on her laptop and typed only the relevant information:

She omitted the names of the women to avoid shaming them. She omitted the lesbian acts with Leanne.

Detective Sullivan opened her robe and spread her legs. She was still sitting on the rug and she laid her upper back against the couch for posture. She played with pussy thinking of everything that happened. She'd never report the lesbian sex act.

Her sex life was no one's business. All that mattered was the work she produced and the crimes she solved. So far, there was zero evidence of corruption, and that was good enough to keep her conscience clear while she made herself cum.

It was days later when Mayor Braddock reached out for a private meeting. Thus far, their relationship could be described as courteous, but limited, since she was conducting an informal investigation.

By this point, Detective Sullivan was on the verge of closing the investigation, finding nothing of legal value. However, based on the tone the Mayor had while they spoke on the phone, she knew sex was on this man's mind.

They met at the local fitness center where the Mayor often held meetings in the sauna. Only men could meet there, and women were purposefully excluded.

Making her way towards the sauna, men were gazing with leering eyes and sleazy smiles, saying hello,' to her. She said hello' back, knowing they were thinking sexual thoughts. Were they involved in these sexual activities, too?

It seemed the more Celine learned about her hometown, the more questions were raised. Outwardly, the quiet community looked the same as she had always remembered it. Now, she barely knew the place.

There were naked men in the sauna, some in towels. The Mayor asked everyone to leave, and they did. He was a large man with a large belly, and his arms and legs were spread, wearing only a towel across his lap.

"What's this about?" she asked, getting to the point.

"You've gotten more than you bargained for, haven't you?"

"Are you talking about the poker game?"

"Yes," Mayor Braddock replied. "What did you think of it?"

"I don't have opinions about irrelevant things."

They both knew that was a lie. They both knew that she had an orgasm while hiding in the dark. She was positive that Alan told this man everything. Why else would he be grinning with confidence?

"I want us to talk more," he said. "You must be sweating under those clothes. Why don't you get undressed? There's a towel over there."

Celine held firm. "I'd rather this be quick."

"Fine. The word around town is that you're asking fewer questions. Is it fair to say that the investigation is over?"

"I'm not going to discuss that with you. But I will say that you should learn to treat women better."

Mayor Braddock shrugged. "You think it's that horrible? Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Leanne make you cum?"

"That bastard," Celine seethed, silently cursing Alan.

"Town secret," he laughed. "That's what we call it. Our town secret. That's why you've never heard about this until now."

"How long has it been going on? I'm curious."

"Long before I became Mayor."

Celine paused for a moment. "How did you get that French woman Valerie into it? Did you pay her money? Did you blackmail her?"

"What a beauty that Valerie is. Her ex-boyfriend got her involved. I say `ex-boyfriend' because she's not dating anyone right now. We take turns with her a few times a week. She's one of the town's best assets."

It was stomach churning to hear this powerful man talking about a sweet young woman in a despicable manner. She believed him, too. They looked comfortable the way they shared her.

Deep down, despite her disdain, Celine felt herself becoming aroused. Her legs nearly crossed from a pulsing sensation she felt. This was something primal. So raw and deviant. She wondered how women could enjoy being treated like that, but she already had an idea. It's always been a dark fantasy.

"How many women do you gang-fuck?" she asked.

"The right amount, I'd say. Enough to keep important men happy. But not enough to have rumors spread."

"That explains why law enforcement wanted a corruption probe. They think you're corrupt, but in actuality, you just peddle sex."

Mayor Braddock smiled, "I take it the probe is over. However, I believe we can be of service to each other."

"How?"

"A man in my position, I deal with lots of people. I'm aware of criminal enterprises that operate around our State. Things like fraud networks, smuggling, money laundering, that sort of thing. You'd become a big time detective if you were to make those arrests."

Music to her ears. Celine longed for the respect she felt she deserved in the department. There was gossip that she was undeserving of the job. That she had been promoted because she was a woman. That she was a `diversity hire.'

"I'm interested," she said. "What did you have in mind?"

Grinning, the Mayor spread his legs further and opened his towel, revealing a fat penis that hung downward. From the exposure, the cock started to grow.

"Suck me," he said. "Then we'll talk."

"Fuck you."

She turned around and walked away.

The investigation took a toll on her. Human interaction is what the police psychologist recommended, but conducting an investigation against the town left her feeling isolated, and she spent most of her time in the cabin.

It gave her time to reflect on the things she'd seen. In her isolation, she masturbated as much as her college days. It surprised her that her sexuality returned with full force because of a case.

She got a text from Mayor Braddock a while ago:

Let's meet at the lawyer's house tonight at 8 pm. Need a ride? Everything will be explained to you. Promise.

After thinking it over for several hours, Detective Sullivan agreed to the meeting. With the Mayor brave enough to flash his cock, she knew she'd be in for an interesting night. The thought gave her a strange rush. The truth is, many law enforcement agents are addicted to the rush.

She wore something casual. Jeans, a thin sweater, and a jacket. Alan picked her up and she didn't ask what this would be about. For the first time, she didn't want all the details. Instead they made small talk.

The lawyer's home was surrounded by parked cars. A party? In many ways it gave her comfort because with this many people, there was no way the Mayor would try anything crazy. Or so she thought...

Celine was taken to the back entrance after the lawyer parked. The wife came down and smiled at her. It was their first time meeting since their sexual encounter. The trophy wife wore a small dress that showed her legs.

"You're back," Leanne smiled with sultry eyes. "Honestly, I didn't think I'd ever see you again. You were so ashamed last time."

Celine ignored the formalities. "Is there a party tonight?"

"There is," Alan answered. "This should have been explained to you... but... umm... some people don't trust you. They think you're wearing a wire or something. You know the drill."

"Go ahead," Celine replied, raising her arms. "Search me. I have nothing to hide."

"I don't have the skill to perform a body search. But I do have the skill to strip you naked. The Mayor requests it."

It was a blindsiding comment and she looked at the husband and wife couple in the room, who waited for her answer. After all this anticipation, she figured it was best to get it over with. These weren't people who negotiated and they had the game plan already laid out.

"Make it fast," she said. "And there better not be any pictures or recordings of this, or else we'll have a big problem."

"Don't worry, it's the town secret."

It excited her deep down because she knew this secret would stay within the group (whoever the group consisted of). She allowed the husband and wife to strip her down. It wasn't long until she was naked. Her bare feet were on the floor and her nipples turned erect.

"Spread your legs," Alan said. "This needs to be thorough."

Celine did as she was told. She kept her feet apart, and knowing what the man wanted, she bent over so her anus could be inspected. Fingers spread her little hole and Alan looked inside. Once that was done, she stood upright again.

The wife brought a collar to her neck while the husband tied her hands behind her back. She allowed it. She was curious. And this excited her. It was the kind of sexual thrill she'd been missing in her life.

She was led down the hall, towards the living room with the town's most prominent men. There were 13 men, mostly middle-aged, either sitting around or playing cards at the table. And there were a few naked women as well, including Valerie and the local librarian.

Her hands were down and she didn't try to cover her breasts or pussy. She didn't want to give these men the satisfaction of knowing her weakness.

"I thought so," Mayor Braddock said while on the couch, appraising his latest victory. "I've read your file. You're an ambitious woman. I could also tell from our earlier conversation that you're a cum bucket waiting to happen."

Celine fumed while standing there outnumbered. "I wanted to see who'd be here. I just had to know."

"Shocked? Surprised? Saddened? How do you feel?"

Looking around the room, Detective Sullivan felt all of those emotions. These were the men who ran the town. Some of whom she'd known all her life. It felt like a betrayal and a massive conspiracy. How could this have happened without her knowing?

"Let's get on with it," she said. "You don't care about my opinion."

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

This was an oral sex party that revolved around her mouth. Celine was guided to her knees by Leanne and the town's men approached her with lust in their eyes. Every muscle in her body wanted to fight this. She could have left at any moment. She could have knocked-out these overweight men if she wanted.

Her ambitions kept her on her knees along with her dark sexual desires which had been building this last week. When the first man unzipped his pants -- a priest, a lifelong family friend -- Celine wondered if the stress and trauma of her career made her want to submit. Was giving oral sex an act of penance?

Before she could find the answer, a cock was shoved into her mouth and turned swollen. She sucked on the priest, and in the corner of her eyes, she saw everyone with their cocks in hand, stroking, ready for a turn with her mouth.

It would be a long night and there was a lot of sucking to do. She sucked off the priest in earnest. But the man wasn't greedy. These men shared. He pulled out and let a city council member have a turn. After several sucks, it was the police chief.

She heard their comments:

"The best blowjob I've had in years."

"Tell me about it. I've been waiting for Celine for over a decade. Never thought it would happen."

"It's genetics. She inherited this from her mother."

The last comment made her want to break down and cry. Her mother? Was she involved? Why would these men lie? Was her mother a sex servant of these men? It would explain those random nights away from home.

Celine gave every man a blowjob. Then she was lifted from her knees and taken to the table where she was placed on top of a pile of cards. On her back, the men fucked her mouth while her neck was tilted. She could see them stroking and she knew they'd cum on her small tits and face. Laying in this position made it easier for them to paint their masterpiece.

"Fuck I'm going to cum."

"Look at Celine's nipples pointed upward. She's enjoying it."

"Show the lady some respect. Her name is Detective Sullivan!"

The men laughed while jerking themselves. They came around the same time. Some preferred to glaze her tits and nipples. Some found it erotic to cum on her face and eyes. While others were old fashioned in their degradation and filled her mouth like a pool.

She choked and gagged, but swallowed. A woman cleaned her face by licking the cum.

"You've earned this," Mayor Braddock said, waving a folded paper with one hand, while holding a lit cigar in another. "Here are the names, contact information, and crimes of people for you to investigate. I don't want them bothering me anymore and you're the woman to solve my problems."

She sat on the edge of the table. "I guess you win. I gave blowjobs to all your friends. Now I'm doing your dirty work."

"I see it differently. You got some excitement in your life. Now you'll become a famous detective if you follow those leads. You're the real winner."

Celine hung her head in shame. Although her face was cleaned and she smelled like cum and saliva, her breasts were still messy. Cum dripped from the tips of her nipples onto her thighs.

"Take me home," she said.

"Not yet. If you're still interested, let me show you something else."

She didn't have a chance to wash herself. She was given her jacket to wear with her cum drenched breasts underneath. Barefoot, she was taken outside towards the car. Celine was in the backseat with the Mayor. Alan drove with Leanne in the front seat.

During the ride, the Mayor explained everything he knew about the town's secret. How it all worked. The power structure and patriarchy. Even her mother's involvement, which was repulsive. It made her angry hearing about mom's routine gangbangs. Everytime her mom's name was mentioned, she wanted to kick the Mayor's teeth out, but she didn't.

They pulled into the Fire Department and the main door opened and their car drove inside and parked next to a fire truck.

"Our firefighters are bored," Mayor Braddock said. "They need something to lift their spirits. Show their efforts are appreciated."

It would be Detective Sullivan's first gangbang. At least 15 men were present, anticipation in their eyes; they all showed up for duty because of advance notice.

The firemen opened a foldable spring bed for her. Her jacket was removed and she laid naked on her back, looking up at the ceiling and lights.

Unlike the house party, she'd be penetrated vaginally. Firm hands felt up her legs, pussy, and even her tits with dried cum. Some of the men were young, some were older, but all of them were strong. Most were white, but there were two hispanics and one black man.

"Don't worry," the Fire Chief said, standing over her. "These men know how to run a proper train on a lady."

Celine didn't respond. What was there to say? These men would have her and she wanted to understand the feeling. It was a psychological journey of sorts. How far could her depravity go? Would she finally understand how sweet young Valerie could do such things? Could she understand her own mother?

Firemen took turns fucking her. Since they were still on duty, they remained dressed during the gang fuck. They had a sharing system where one guy would get between Celine's legs, while other firemen held her feet up, so she could be fucked hard and deep. After ten pumps, they'd switch turns.

"How is she?" a firefighter in line asked, stroking his eager cock.

"She smells like nasty cum, but her cunt is top notch."

"Yeah, I just fucked her. Her pussy is tight and she's hot as hell. Make sure you don't kiss her though, I could smell cum in her rotten breath."

Eventually, the men got creative and lifted her so they could fuck in different positions. On all fours. From behind. Her on top. No longer feeling the need to wait their turn, they also used her mouth. It was tougher than it looked in porn, but Celine got used to it. The line continued and she moaned and cried, making the bed squeak with each hard thrust.

She had immense pleasure being passed around by these men. Several men crowded themselves around her mouth and she struggled to orally serve them all. She stuck her tongue out to lick them, and every so often a cock would plunge in her mouth towards her throat.

After an hour, the men had enough, so they gathered around and stroked themselves, cumming all over her. It landed on her face and breasts. She was treated like a cum bucket, which was tough to process.

"Your pussy lifted our spirits. Thanks lady."

"Thanks for stopping by and taking care of us. You've really made our night. Stop by any time."

She listened to the laughter and upbeat enthusiasm from these men as they left to clean themselves. Slowly, her vision returned as someone helped wipe her eyes.

As expected, it was Leanne who cleaned her. Turning her head, she saw Mayor Braddock standing in front of her with the biggest grin.

"Like mother, like daughter," he noted.

Celine hung her head. "Yeah, I guess so."

The most difficult part was the pleasure. This was supposed to feel vile, but it didn't. Instead, she felt something unusual. Like she was far too comfortable in the aftermath of a gangbang.

Epilogue:

Days later. A morning gangbang happened -- her third -- this time at the police station for the local cops to use her body. She went back to her cabin afterward and took a long shower. In her living room, her hair was still wet, and she sat in front of the lit fireplace.

Sitting naked on the rug gave her comfort. The fire's heat helped her relax. Was this a new aspect of her life? Probably.

Keeping her legs open, she typed on her laptop. Her pussy was sore and this position helped ease the stiffness in her vaginal muscles. She'd edited her report to remove all sexual references. After all, it was the Town Secret.

She sent the final document to her Lieutenant and tilted her head back. In a few days, she'd be back in the city, returning to her normal life.

Flipping through her web browser tabs, there were different searches on the men she'd soon be investigating. She'll be busy soon.

In her other tabs, there were adult websites. Her new fetish would be coming with her to the city. There were listings for local gangbangs that caught her eye.

Then she figured, `Why not arrange my own?' A dirty form of excitement sprang through her body. She picked up her phone and took pictures of her freshly fucked pussy. She stood in front of the mirror for a full-length nude selfie, no face.

Grabbing her badge, she used her hand to block her picture and ID number, then she took a picture of it.

Celine emailed the pictures to herself. Then she went to her laptop, downloaded the images and created her own page on the adult forum, tilted:

She posted her listing and took a deep breath. It would be the most daunting sexual experience if this ever came together. Was she following her mother's footsteps? Were these the family genes or the family curse?

At night, she finally had the courage to check the website to see how many offers she'd gotten. There were 13 messages so far.

The End