The ****ing detective
She was leaning over the desk in the darkened office wondering
why she had ever answered the add. His desk smelled of bourbon.
The high back leather chair was rubbing against her inner
thigh as she stared down at the blinking traffic light eight
floors down as it blinked yellow. Caution.
She wondered why she was still here, alone. If she had turned
around she would have seen his silhouette in the doorway.
His ever present Lucky trailed smoke back into the hall.
Wordlessly he strode across the room and with one sweep
cleared the desk of three months worth of paperwork and
half cared for files. It had been three months of passion
and three months of angry clients calling to try to find
out why their cases were not resolved. She gasped as she
felt his strong hands worn smooth by chair leather and the
pistol grip of his revolver. Take me she whispered breathlessly.
He slid down her warm dampened panties as she groped for
his bulging phallus. She was soon on the desk naked, on her
knees, with her beautiful sleek ass propped over where
just moments before the Osgood file was left unattended
and forgotten. His **** slid inside her and it was all they
could do to keep the oversized oak desk from rattling the
floor. Finally spent he slid out of her and slouched naked
into the leather chair. I want more she murmured as she
slid under the desk and soon had his limp penis in her mouth.
Slowly and expertly she teased, licked and danced her tongue
over his dick and across his balls. Sooner than he thought
possible he hardened and was spouting cum inside her eager
mouth.
Later, as they had their dinner of several highballs and
a shared club sandwich in the first floor bar called Dickies
She asked him. With all the ads in all the papers why did
you answer mine? It was fate He replied. She smiled and
slowly stroked the inside of his woolen pant covered thigh
with her long red finger nailed hands. She playfully started
to unzip his pants.
Just then a cold blast of air caused the couple to turn toward
the main door. Osgood! She uttered with surprise. Yes
hissed the lanky auburn haired woman striding purposefully
toward them, its me and I want to know why you havent finished
my case and I want to know if its true that youre f***ing
my husband.
She doesnt know Im your husband He sneered. We dont
have a real marriage anyway. Sure the sex is great, but not
that great. And is she better than me? asked Osgood.
If so, shell have to prove it. Ill give you the divorce
and I wont ask for a damn thing if she is. Whats the catch?
He asked. Its proof time. You and your lady dick have to
both do me. If its good enough, if you can make my sweet pussy
purr then Im out of your life forever.
They left a twenty on the table and headed out the door as
a threesome. My place? She asked?
Later, after He and She had both gone down on Osgood time
after time and Osgood reciprocated between the legs of
both of them she smiled knowingly. I knew I hired the best
detective in town. And I knew I would just love getting sucked
off by two dicks in one night. Osgood said She, divorce
him or not. I consider this the first night of a long and beautiful
relationship and She slowly slid her tongue down Osgoods
flat tummy past her tangled mass of auburn bush for another
go just as He, aroused and ready for yet one last time, eagerly
sought out the shaved and happy pussy that She so openly
now offered to both partners whenever, and practically
wherever, they liked.
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