Being a female police officer in India isn't like policing anywhere else really. Firstly it is a male dominated job where women are not respected as equals until you make it to a certain rank. Then of course being an officer in a country where corruption is common and everyone thinks you are on the take is difficult. Delhi has serious crimes going unsolved and a force where half are on traffic duty. You have constables who abuse their power and the public don't want to come forward. It's a tough job and when you get assholes who flaunt the rules and get away with it you can wonder when even bother. I made the decision a while back to rise to a rank where I could make a real difference.

Today was the day that I decided to do what ever I needed to get there. There was a special taskforce which worked with British officers to track down members of what they called organised crime. We in India just call them ****sters. They were the really bad guys who were running ****s from India in the UK and it was having such an impact that the British government decided to lead a joint taskforce with Delhi police. Today I was having a meeting to discuss my suitability for wanting to join the taskforce. It was at a building which I wasn't aware was even a government building. The address took me to the North of the city where there was an office like looking structure. It was 2 floors high which was not big at all but it did have a roof top which must have been open access as there was an older man sitting on a chair smoking. There were no police guards and there was a sign suggesting that the building was some sort of **** building for a call centre. I checked my phone to see the address from the email and the person's name of who I was seeing today. I was in the correct place and I was to see an officer Eric Compton from the British police.

I must have had a confused look on my face because a tall white man with blonde hair wearing a a blue T-Shirt and black jeans came out of the building and called out to me to come in. I quickly walked over to him and he introduced himself as Eric. He was at least 6 foot tall and was very handsome. He was slim and had a British accent. He asked me to join him in his office and on the way explained who he was and why the building was not listed as a police building. The man on the roof was a look out and the building was infact built underground. We took a lift a few floors down where suddenly the building had changed. It was mostly concrete but it was much more modern than any police building. The doors were huge green metal lumps which I'm sure had a secret behind every one. Most people I saw were either in casual clothes like Eric or in suits. The building was so much cooler underground and even in uniform I was feeling a little cold.

He invited me into his office which was again behind a huge door. It had a desk which was pretty clear, sofa which had a soft chair next to it and two office chairs in front of his desk. He closed the door behind me. It had painted white walls and a grey concrete painted floor. Eric gave me a glass of water and motioned for me to take a seat on the sofa.

"This is a very informal chat for me to get to know you Priya so just relax." He said.

I sat down and he sat in the chair opposite the sofa. It was really soft and I sank down in it. I put my bag down next to me.

He asked me a lot of questions about why I joined the police and what I hoped to do in the future. It must have been an hour before he asked me simply "Are you willing to do anything for this opportunity Priya?"

I replied almost straight away "Yes sir, anything."

He leaned forward and placed his left hand on my right leg part way up my thigh and asked "Anything? Do 'anything' for me and the job is yours."

I had a decision to make in this moment. Betray my husband? Was this the person I was? How far would I go? I actually settled on how many people could I help in the future.

My body had made the decision long before my head. I found my legs parted slightly allowing Eric to slide his hand further up my kakhi colour uniform trouser. His hand was large and strong and he knew what he was doing. I never used any sexuality outside of my bedroom. I never dressed sexually even in my younger days and had only been with one man. I can't say my uniform was that sexy either. I had a dark green uniform shirt with my rank on my shoulders. I had long black hair tied in a bun and little makeup. I was thin with D cup breasts which I guess was my most attractive quality. I wasn't too dark skinned which I know some guys liked. I had long toned legs too but you couldn't tell under my uniform and black boots.

Eric keeping his hand on my leg had moved to sit next to me.

"Why don't you let your hair down?" He said.

I couldn't help but do as he said. As I reached up towards the back of my head my shirt stretched tight over my breasts and I caught him looking down. My uniform hugged my body so tightly that you could probably make out the lace on my bra. I looked him in the eyes and all at once he just leant in and kissed me as my hair fell down past my shoulders.

He took my face between his hands now and brought his lips to mine. The spark was electrifying, sending shivers all the way between my legs, but I pulled away.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Eric," I said half-heartedly. "It's just that I'm married Sir."

"Sure you can." He grabbed my face with both strong hands.

He moved one hand down my neck and over my breasts. He gave my breast a squeeze before moving down my flat stomach towards my waist. He pushed his hand down my trousers and touched my pussy lips. I let out a soft moan which I couldn't stop. I used one hand to undo my belt and loosen my trousers for him and he pushed harder. I raised my bum off the sofa and shuffled my trousers off down to my ankles. I let my knees part and kicked my trousers off over my boots.

The wicked man just kept on, teasing my pussy, stoking the fires that burned within me. Any protests I made were ignored, as were my claims not to like it. I was his now and he knew it!

I could see his tent pole and I wanted to suck a white mans cock. As he pushed my black lace aside and explored my pussy I released his dick from it's cage. "Um, what have we here?" I said, stroking his dick. "Is this for me?"

"Oh, Priya, your hand feels so good, I love it," he said as I continued playing with his cock. I caressed his dick for a while as we continued to kiss, then slipped onto the floor, planting my knees on the hard surface and moving around to face his midsection. I looked up at the man and smiled.

"Do you want me to suck this?" I questioned, knowing the answer in advance.

He gasped as he felt my enveloping lips sliding over the head, keeping contact with just the most gentle sucking. I slid one hand down his length, all the way to the root. I felt the wiriness of his pubic hair against my palm, while my mouth registered the tautness of the skin on his dick as the ring made by my fingers pulled it tight.

I felt my shirt which was straining over my tits brushing his inner thighs, rubbing against him each time my head dipped and my lips slid down his pole, each contact as pleasurable for me as they must have been for him. I knew my hair was brushing against his skin, too, and I hoped it was adding to the experience for him.

I concentrated on sucking him, moving my mouth up and down. Occasionally I'd use my tongue, eliciting gasps of pleasure, but mainly I was sucking. Varying the intensity a little but keeping up that pressure. Like a vacuum, wanting to hoover the cum right out of his cock.

My other hand slid down, rubbing and teasing his balls. I felt the weight of them, the tickling of their short hairs against my fingers. I massaged first one, then the other, then cupped them both in my hand.

The whole time, I kept my gaze locked on his, watching the expressions of ecstasy as I pleasured him.

I pulled my mouth off him, taking the opportunity to whisper some sweet nothings to him - or rather to utter filthy somethings.

"I love having your white meat in my mouth."

My mouth back on him, taking as much of his length as possible. I felt his hands on my head, running his fingers through my hair. I was still sucking, sucking. He was gasping and moaning now, his hips bucking up towards me. I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing around him as I made rapid little movements up and down with that mouth of mine, my hand gripping the shaft tightly as I jerked it.

"Oh fuck," he said. "Oh yes, Priya!"

He surged up, his buttocks actually leaving the surface of the sofa, trying to force his cock as far into my mouth as he possibly could. His dick swelled and then it was pulsing, shooting spurt after spurt of hot, gooey cum into my mouth. I gulped and swallowed frantically. He wasn't meant to cum in my mouth. I hadn't even had his cock in me the way I wanted. I decided to make the best of a bad situation. I did something I'd seen in porn. I looked up at him, opened up my mouth so he could see the pool of his cum on my tongue. When I was sure he'd seen it, I let it slide out of my mouth. It dripped down my chin and onto the floor making a small pool of mess.

He had got me hot and breathless. My shirt felt tight so I undid a few buttons. I sat back on my feet on the floor catching my breath. After a short while I caught him looking at my cleavage which was clad in a black bra. I was still horny and wanted my fun now.

I told him to lay back on the sofa and relax. I raised myself up onto my knees, and used my hand to position that perfect cock of his into just the right place. I slid down, slowly. We both gasped as it entered me. I felt the head sliding past my pussy lips into my wet cunt, slipping into me so deliciously slowly. I took my time, wanting to prolong the feeling. I needed to remember every sensation, knowing that this might never happen again. I felt the exquisite friction as his cockhead sc****d every little ridge and ripple of muscle in my pussy.

Finally, I was all the way down, feeling the entire length of his fat cock inside me. I paused, just feeling it filling me up, enjoying the sensation of it stretching me open.

"Fuck, you're tight," he moaned.

I groaned in response, "You feel so big inside me." I gasped.

I rode him, moving up and down on his cock, the wet squelching sounds the only noise apart from our breathing. My breasts were bouncing up and down under my tight uniform, my hair going everywhere. He was thrusting his hips up as I came down, meeting my movements, slamming his huge cock into me harder.

"Oh fuck..." I was gasping out, overwhelmed by the sensations. "Oh fuck, oh fuck yes, like that."

I put my hands down, holding them against his chest to support myself. I was grinding my pussy against him now, moving it in little circles, stimulating my clit against the root of his shaft. Moving backwards and forwards instead of up and down, feeling that cock as far up inside me as it would go, filling me up completely.

Then it hit me.

I threw my head back with my mouth wide open. I was cumming, that huge orgasm I'd been dying for all day. My cunt was spasming, my muscles were twitching. My whole body was jerking and shuddering with the force of my climax. The intense orgasm had every muscle in my body taut as a bowstring. My eyes were squeezed shut and my pussy was clenching and squeezing his member as I came.

"Would you like to know how delicious you are?" I ask, then, without waiting for an answer, I lean up and kiss him full on the mouth and he thrusts his tongue in me once more.

I lean my head on his shoulder, snuggle my body close to his while he sits back on his chair. My breasts press against his chest; I can feel his heart beating against them. His cock, slowly growing soft again, snuggling between my legs, pressing gently, politely, tenderly against the lips of my vagina.

Things at home would never be the same again. I gave him a quick kiss and left without saying anything. The guilt was starting to consume me.