My name is Keoki Townsend
and I'm married to my wonderful husband Robert since 5 years back.
I am of Japanese descent as
you might have guessed from my first name. My parents moved here about 40 years
ago, so I'm born and raised here in the states.
For a living I work as a
police officer, a sergeant actually. I've been doing this for the past seven
years.
My husband Robert lost his
job a couple of weeks ago so now we only have my pay check to live on.
Because of this our house
payments are behind. And if he's not able to get a job soon we might be forced
to move. But I'm sure we'll get the money somehow.
Let me tell you a little
more about myself.
I'm 31 years old, about 5
feet 5 inches tall and I have long black hair. I have quite a slender body,
long smooth legs and a thin waist.
I’m quite proud of my still rather perky C
size breasts. They are very full, firm and soft. My butt I think fits rather
nice with the rest of my body, not too big and not too small.
For a while now I've been
heading up a police task force with the purpose of getting enough evidence to
place a specific gang behind bars. This gang is a rather small one but the
members are very careful so we haven't been able to arrest them yet. Normally a
small gang like this doesn't get a task force assigned to them, but this gang
is a bit different. They have recently taken over most of the drug related
business in our city. The leader of the gang is one, Jermaine Carls. As with
the rest of the gang members he is black.
A few days ago we got a tip
that in one of the gangs hangouts there would be a few kilos of illegal drugs. So
this could be our chance to arrest some of the gang members. So here we were,
outside their hangout ready to move in. As I was the head of the task force it
was my decision when we would move in.
I checked with the other
officers on the car radio. "Williams, is your group ready?" I asked
officer Williams over the radio. "Yes we are, just waiting for you to say
when." He replied.
"Billings, is your
group ready?"
"Yes ma'am, we are
ready to go." He told me.
"Ok, on the count of 5
we move in." I gave the order.
I counted down. "5, 4,
3, 2, 1 GO."
Myself and the rest of the
officers then got out of our cars and began to run towards the hangout. When we
got up to the doors into the building, we stopped and rammed down the doors and
then we ran inside. "Police! Get down!" We yelled upon entry. There
were four guys inside and we got them down on the floor and handcuffed them
quickly. We then proceeded to search the place for the drugs. We searched for a
few hours but we couldn't find anything.
"Sergeant Townsend, we
have finished the search of the last room." One of the officers reported
to me.
"And?" I asked
with a cynical grin on my face.
"We didn't find
it."
"Ok, let’s wrap it up
for today. We'll take the four guys in for questioning and see if they tell us
something."
After the last of the task
force had driven away, I decided to stay and see If I could find something we
might have missed. I just couldn't believe that we hadn't found anything. I
searched and searched but I couldn't find anything either. So I decided to rest
for a while, so I sat down on a couch.
When I sat down, I thought
the pillow I sat down on felt rather strange. I grabbed the pillow and shook it
a few times. It sounded like there was something inside of it. I decided to
open up the pillow. So I took out my pocket knife and cut it open.
"Jesus H Christ!"
The pillow was full of
money. It had to be nearly fifty grand inside of it.
I then checked the rest of
the pillows, but there was no more money in any of them. But I must say that I
was a little disappointed about that there was only money inside of it. We
couldn't put these guys away just for having some money in their pillow.
If it only could have been
the damned drugs. I guess I'll go down to the station and put the money in as
evidence. But then I thought of something crazy. Robert and our house payments.
With this money we could make our payments and keep our house. No one in the
force knows about this money. "I could just walk out with the money and no
one would know." I thought to myself. On the other hand, it was Illegal.
It wasn't my money. However, I didn't want to lose our house either. I thought
about it for a while, then I decided to take it. I could always put the money
in our bank vault box and use the money slowly and carefully. I grabbed the
pillow and walked out to my squad car and drove away.
A week past by and no one
at the station had said anything about any money, and my task force just
regarded last week’s raid as a bust. So I finally decided that I would go to
the bank and make our house payments with the money I had found.
A few days later when my
husband asked about how our bills had gotten paid, I lied to him and told him
that I had inherited some money from a distant relative that had died.
Then one day when I was
patrolling in my squad car and I stopped to get some coffee something happened.
When I got back to my car and got in, Jermaine the gang leader was sitting in
the other seat. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" I
yelled has I reached for my gun.
But Jermaine had already
aimed his gun in my face. "Now listen up bitch." I know you stole my
money a week ago when you raided our hangout.”
"No I didn't." I
said, feeling quite scared. “Don't lie, one of my guys saw you leaving our
place with a pillow.” “Oh god, what am I going to do.”
I thought to myself. “And I also know that you have paid the bank with the
money.” “If I told this to your police internal affairs, you would go to
prison. So you have no choice but to do what I say.”
He was right, if he told them and they checked my bank accounts they would know that
he was telling the truth. And I would most likely go to jail for a long time.
The best case scenario would be that I would lose my job and get house arrest. “What
do you want?”
“First I want you to keep
your police away from my business.”
“I don't have the power to
do that.”
“You'll find some way to
lead them away from me.” He told me as he pressed his gun against the side of
my head.
“Ok.” I said thinking that
he might shoot me otherwise.
“And I want you to meet me
tomorrow at noon at this address.”
“What for?”
“What do you think? I want
some of that pussy of yours.”
“No I can't, please I'm
married.” I actually pleaded.
“Be there tomorrow, or I'll
tell the D.A. about the money.” Then he got out of the car and walked away. I
sat there to the end of my shift thinking about what I would do. But I couldn't
come up with anything, if I didn't do what he said he would tell my superiors
and I would go to prison. And there was the other thing he told me to do. To go
to this address and then let him fuck me. I felt disgusted by the idea of it,
and I really didn't want to do that to my husband. But I had little choice but
to do what he said.
The next day I was out on
patrol and it was getting closer to noon. I knew I had to go to that address he
gave so I drove over to it. It turned out to be a motel. The note with the
address he gave me also had a room number on it.
So I got out of my car and
walked over to the motel room. I was feeling both embarrassed and humiliated as
I knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Someone said
from the other side. I then walked in.
The room looked like your
average motel room with a big bed in the middle.
Jermaine was sitting on a
chair beside the bed as I walked in.
“Well officer have you come
to arrest me?” I didn't reply.
“No, then you must be here
for something else.” Jermaine then stood up and walked over to me after I shut
the door.
“Get your hands up.” He
told me.
I felt even more humiliated
as I raised my hands over my head.
Jermaine then got behind
me.
“I've always wanted to fuck
a police woman.” He told me as he reached around and grabbed my breasts and
started to squeeze them through my uniform. “Lets get
this uniform off of you.”
With my hands over my head,
he unbuckled my weapon belt and threw it on the floor. He then began to undo my
police blouse. When he had removed my blouse he quickly undid my bra.
“Wow bitch you have some
really nice tits.” He said as he was squeezing my breasts rather roughly. “Now
get your pants off.” I reluctantly lowered my hands and pulled down my pants
and stepped out of them. “And your panties.” I removed my panties. “Now turn
around.”
I turned around and faced
him.
He had removed all of his
clothes except for his underwear.
“Now officer, get down on
your hands and knees and crawl over here.” He ordered. I felt totally
humiliated as I got down on my knees and crawled over to him.
When I got over to him he
placed his hand on my head and pulled me so I had my face close to him and
facing his crotch.
“Now pull my underwear
down.” I reached up and grabbed his underwear and pulled them down. And out
popped this huge hard black cock. It had to be at least 12 inches long. I
couldn't help staring at it, even though I was disgusted by the very sight of Jermaine’s
tool.
Jermaine then grabbed his
cock and began to rub it in my face.
“Now open that sweet mouth
of yours.” I really didn't want to, but I didn't know what else to do.
I opened my mouth and he
then stuck that big cockhead of his into my open mouth. I felt that thing of
his as he placed it on my tongue.
“Suck it, you police whore.”
If someone had called me
anything like that on the street I would have punched him out. But I couldn't
do that here so I reluctantly began to suck his cock.
“Ahh yeah bitch, that's
good.” He said as I was sucking his cock. I couldn't believe I was doing this,
having this criminals black cock in my mouth. I had only given my husband a few
blowjobs before this degrading event. Jermaine then grabbed my head and began
to push his cock deeper into my throat.
“Let’s see how much you can
take.”