0 comments/ 18232 views/ 1 favorites Detective Dick By: Moonlight_33 It was a night like any other. Detective Dick Osborne sat behind his solid timber desk, closing files and getting ready to go home for the evening, or maybe to a bar, since there was nothing at home for him anyway, and he hated drinking alone. There was a knock at the door and he looked up to see her standing there, all legs and breasts. Her curly blond hair hung in ringlets about her shoulders and her cold blue eyes warned him she was a dangerous woman. Her red leather skirt covered little more than her panties, though he had his doubts as to whether or not she was wearing any. The back latex tank top she had squeezed her more then ample breasts in to, was stretched to capacity, the fabric threatening to burst under the incredible strain. The way she moved reminded him of a Persian cat his mother had owned when he was a child, her perfectly manicured red claws sliding down the length of her slender thighs as she moved closer to his desk. Leaning against the polished timber, her heaving cleavage dipping lower before his inquisitive eyes, she spoke in a pleading, exasperated voice. "Oh Detective Osborne, I'm in terrible trouble, can you help me? I'm more than willing to pay you anything you ask. And I do mean anything." He could tell this woman was desperately in need of his assistance, but with what, he wondered. She showed all the finesse of a million-dollar call girl, sleek and smooth, her perfume intoxicating. Yep, she was his kind of dame all right and he was willing to assist her with more than just her inquiry. Taking his notebook from the pocket of his tweed jacket, he reached for a pencil, the growing bulge in the front of his pants brushing hard against the edge of his desk. Leaning back in the chair, propping his feet up on the desk, he gave her a serious look. "Ok Ma'am, just give me the facts." He held his pencil at the ready, not wanting to miss a single detail of her account. Propping her tight little ass on the edge of his desk, he could see the inside of her thigh. Either she has the furriest bush he had ever seen or she was hiding one very lucky kitty up her skirt. The thought of how he could make that kitty purr made him press a little hard on his pencil, snapping the lead and leaving a dark imprint on the paper. She gave him a wicked smile, knowing full well the affect she was having on him. "What's the matter detective? No lead in your pencil?" She reached to the pencil holder and retrieved another, sharpened tool, handing it too him, running the tip of her well-formed tongue over her perfect white teeth. He raised an eyebrow at her. "I have more than enough lead to suite my purposes, but it never hurts to keep your pencil sharpened. Now Ma'am, the facts?" She bit her bottom lip timidly, looking at him through puppy dog eyes. "It's a terrible mess Mr. Osborne, I'm certain my lover is cheating on me. I think he's sleeping with his wife. He was always a terrible lover, blowing his load in no time at all, but lately, he's been lasting for hours, pushing and thrusting into me until I climax over and over again. You see, he can only do that on his second load, so he must be fucking that shameless slut before he comes to me. And then yesterday, he smelled of perfume, more expensive than the one he buys me, so he's obviously spending money on her well. He's such a cad. I want pictures Detective Osborne. Pictures, videotape, everything. I want to know if he really is fucking his bitch." Osborne gave her a confused look. After all, it was hardly a crime for a man to fuck his wife and buy her perfume. A fact he pointed out to the woman. "Please, call me Kitty, Kitty DeLuth." Her voice was soft and sultry, her red fingernails tracing lines up and down the inside of her thigh. "You see Mr. Osborne, he said that he loved me, and as soon as she died, he would marry me and keep in the manner I deserve. He swore I was the only one he would ever fuck, and if he's lying to me about that, he could be lying about everything. I have to know if he's true to me, I just have to." She pulled a silk hanky from her purse and dabbed the corners of her eyes, but Osborne was no fool, he doubted this feline ever shed a tear in her life. Tapping his pencil on the edge of his note pad, he considered the possibilities of taking this case, and the repercussions. "I will need to know the name of your lover before I can give you an answer Miss Kitty, though I doubt any man that would chose a house wife over a dame like you could be much of a man." Her sexy smile and cruel eyes told him she was thinking the same thing. Opening the bottom draw of his desk, he produced a bottle of cheap bourbon and two glasses, filling both glasses and handing her one. She threw her drink back in one shot and held the glass out for another. "His name is Witherspoon, Drake Witherspoon." Osborne had just taken his first mouthful of the cheap liquor when she named the quarry. Choking, he coughed, spluttering and spraying the delectable Miss DeLuth with a mouthful of bourbon. She seemed unperturbed by the dousing, using her hanky to blot away the droplets of liquor that ran down into the bottomless depths of her cleavage. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he gave her a flat look. "Lady you have got to be kidding. Drake Witherspoon must be pushing eighty, and his wife can't be much younger, not to mention he's the wealthiest, most powerful and eccentric man in the state. What's a sweet dish like you doing porking an old bore like him?" He knew that was a stupid question, it was obviously the money, still, the thought of that old mans body slapping around on her young tender flesh was enough to put him off his third glass of bourbon. Well, almost. "No Detective, I'm not kidding. But if you think the job is to hard to handle, I'll take my twenty grand and give it to some one who can handle themselves a little better." Picking up her purse, she made a move for the door. "Now hold on there a moment Miss DeLuth, for twenty grand, there is no such thing as I job I can't handle. Actually I'm pretty damn good at handling myself and do regularly. I am kind of intrigued as to how that old bastard gets it up to begin with, let alone keeps it going for hours. I'll get you your dirty pictures. Call me in a few days and I'll let you know what I find out." Opening her purse, she took out a wad of bills that made his mouth drool. "Alright Mr. Osborne, you can have your shot at it. Here is ten grand, you get the other ten when I have pictures and video. One week, that's all the time I will give you, not a day more. Do we have an agreement Dick?" She flicked her hair and pushed out her breasts, her tongue moistening her glistening red lips. Slipping the money into his coat pocket, he gave her an overconfident grin. "I would say we do Kitten." The way she wiggled her ass as she walked out his door made him think she really should have a tail to swing. What a woman. Shaking his head he reached for the open bottle and took a long hard swig. He could not believe that his wonderful career had led to his. He was to be little more than a peeping Tom. A charge he had been acquitted of in a county court thanks to the help of a good lawyer friend. Recapping the bottle, he picked up his hat and his digital camera. He chuckled a little at the amount of money this thing had made him. It could do just about anything a normal camera and video cam could do, and the zoom was the best to be had. Closing the office door behind him, he headed out into the street, flagging down a cab and reading out the address Miss DeLuth had given him. He muttered another curse at the cop who had booked him for driving under the influence. How was he expected to conduct an affective steak out in a cab? It seemed ridiculous when he had a perfectly good Austin sitting in the garage at home. He had a long night ahead of him and he was beginning to wish he'd brought that bourbon with him. The lights in the Witherspoon mansion burned bright as Dick had the cab drop him off near the front gate. The security in this place had to be the best available, and there was little if any chance he would be able to get inside the boundaries without being noticed by a burly guard, or mauled by large hungry dogs. He grinned wickedly when he spotted a tree that leaned against the boundary wall; it's branches hanging over into the property. It was perfect for both his entrances and his escape from the estate. Swinging the camera over onto his back, he quickly climbed the tree, badly misjudging the strength of the branches. No sooner had he reached to height of the fence, than the branch beneath him snapped, toppling him over the fence and onto the ground on the other side, his head connecting with well placed tap, setting off the sprinkler system and knocking him unconscious. When Dick awoke, he found himself buck naked under a fresh white linen sheet with an ice pack on his forehead. It took him a few moments to figure out just where in the hell he was. He was about to get out of bed and look for his clothing when the door opened and a maid entered. She was a cute little thing in a gathered black skirt and a white blouse. Her short black hair curled around under her ears and her deep brown eyes fixed on him with a steamy gaze. He wondered for a moment if she had been the one to undress him. He certainly hoped so. She came closer to the bed, her cute little wiggle excentuated by the tight fit of her skirt. "Ah, Mr. Osborne, you're awake. How is your head feeling?" She reached for the ice pack and replaced it with another, bending forward so that he was afforded an excellent view of her very impressive cleavage. He wasn't sure what to say. He knew he could be arrested for trespassing if the police had been called, but perhaps he could bluff his way out of it if questioned. His head throbbed a little when he went to move and he paced a hand over his forehead. "It's felt better." It was quite an understatement really, he doubted getting hit by a truck could have hurt less. He was about to ask the girl where his clothing was when he door opened again and another woman entered. She was a little taller than the maid was, and her dress was much more refined. Her shoulder length blond hair was cut into a neat bob, and her pale blue eyes sparkled with intelligence. "Mr. Osborne, I'm glad to see you conscious. For a while there I was worried our lawn ornaments might have caused you irreparable damage, and we can't have our guests dropping in and getting damaged now can we?" Picking up the digital cam that was sitting on the bed stand and turning it over in her hand, she gave him a curious look. "You should be careful bird watching at night Mr. Osborne. You never know when your perch is going to give way and drop you on some one's front lawn. Would you like to tell me what you were trying to capture on film, or should I try an guess?" It was obvious this was no stupid woman, and his chances of getting out of this unscathed were definitely slim. Scratching the back of his head he searched his scattered mind for a reasonable excuse. "Actually there was a cat caught in the tree and I was trying to rescue it." He knew it was lame but it was about the best he could come up with on short notice. The woman threw back her head and laughed. "I think you were trying to get to a pussy, but I doubt very much it was up that tree. Tell me Detective, just who's pussy were you trying to capture?" He swallowed hard. "Or should I be asking, which pussy hired you to take the pictures?" At this point Dick figured saying nothing was probably the best course of action, but mostly because he had no idea what to say. On the other side of the room the maid bent to pick up some obscure little thing that was on the carpet, giving Dick a full view of everything that had previously been hidden by her skirt, which did not include panties. The other woman did not miss the surprise on his face and smiled wickedly. "Mr. Osborne, do you have any idea who I am?" It was an effort to pull his eyes away from the maid and look the woman in the eyes. "Sorry ma'am, you've got me on that one." She nodded her head thoughtfully. "I didn't think you did. I am Lee, Lee Witherspoon, Drake Witherspoon's wife. From the look on your face I can tell you're a little surprised." He was more than a little surprised. The last Mrs. Witherspoon he had known about would have been close to eighty, this woman could have been no more than thirty. "Perhaps your weren't aware that the former Mrs. Witherspoon passed away some months back. Drake and I were wed three weeks ago, and don't look at me like I am a money hungry whore, with the addition of a little viagra, Drake's nine inches makes for a pretty reasonable ride." Dick was stunned. Not only was that all guy fucking two of the most delicious women he had ever seen, he was doing a good job of it. That damn viagra was robbing younger men of some really great sex, but it did explain how he managed to plug Kitty for hours on end. "My apologies Mrs. Witherspoon, but I am sure you understand that I can't reveal the name of my client, or the nature of my business. Now if you will just return my clothing to me, I will be on my way." She laughed mischievously. "I don't think so detective. You see you have been a naughty boy, and for that, you must be punished, added to that you have some information I desire, and will have. Are you ready to talk business Dick?" "I am a business man Mrs. Witherspoon, and always open to a good proposition. What did you have in mind?" The maid can back to the edge of the bed, taking the ice pack off his head and laying him back on the pillow. He thought she was tending to his wound until she produced a pair of handcuffs, his handcuffs, and snapped one end to his wrist, and the other end to the bed head. "What the fuck?" "Here's the deal Dick. You tell me, who hired you to take the pictures, and I won't torture you, and I won't call the police and tell them I caught a trespasser. Do we have a deal?" The idea of being tortured by such an outstanding display of womanhood didn't bother him one bit, in fact it made him kind of hot, but one more arrest would see him in prison, and that was something he wished to avoid at all costs. A three hundred-pound boyfriend named Bruce was not his idea of a good time. He had no option other than to tell her about Kitty, and her husband's dalliance. The woman's face was unmoved as he told her about Kitty, and the kinds of pictures he was to take. He was a coward at heart, but that was something that had never bothered him in the past. Lee tapped her fingers on the edge of the bed; her mind running over the information he had just divulged. He tugged at the handcuffs a little trying to bring her attention back to the fact that he was still attached to the bed. "Ok lady, I told you what you wanna know, now how's about letting me loose?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, you did, but there is still the little matter of you trespassing to be dealt with. You have invaded my privacy and that is not something I take lightly." Reaching over, she grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it back, leaving him completely naked and exposed. At the sight of his half hard cock, her eye's lit up. "Mr. Osborn, do you have a permit to carry that weapon around in your pants?" Dick was well aware that he was well endowed, but was not fond of having is cock size pointed out to him. "I still have to punish you for being naughty." The maid began to strip, removing her blouse, skirt and bra in quick succession, leaving her naked as the day she was born. Dick's cock became a little harder at the sight of her well-rounded breasts and shaved slit, a reaction it was impossible to hide without the sheet. Coming a little closer to the head of the bed, the maid lifted one leg and set her foot on the mattress, opening her smooth shaved pussy for Dick to see. Slowly she ran her hands down over her breasts, cupping them and massaging her hard dark nipples. Dick licked his lips at the thought of having those hard little gems in his mouth, to suck and taste, but she stayed far enough back that he could not reach her. Working her way down over her belly, her fingers slipped between her thighs, sliding along her wet, glistening slit and spreading her lips wide. A soft moan escaped Dick's lips as her fingers vanished into her wet hole, the musk scent of her feminine odor reaching his nose and sending wild messages to his now very solid cock. Lee watched on approvingly. If this was her idea of torture, she could torture him every day. His free hand reached for his throbbing cock, aching to stroke it while he watched the maid finger fucking herself, but Lee smacked his hand away, replacing it with her own. "No, no Dick, you're not to touch anything, and I do mean anything." Her hand slid easily up and down his shaft, slowing as her palm circled the engorged head, squeezing and pressing as she went. The maid climbed up onto the bed, standing with her feet on either side of his head, her pussy directly above him, her fingers still working her wet slit. He reached up to touch, only to have his hand smacked away again. It didn't take him long to work out that the torture he was that he was not allowed to participate, and that was a torturous indeed. The maid lowered to her knees, her delicious smelling cunt only inches away from his out stretched tongue. She was so close he could almost taste her. Something warm and wet wrapped around his cock and he looked down to see Lee running the tip of her tongue around his shaft. He moaned softly, wanting more, not wanting to be teased like this, but loving every moment of it. The maid turned and looked at Lee, and deciding she wanted a little of that action as well, turned her body so that her pussy pressed hard against his nose and her ass stuck up in the air. This was an open invitation for his tongue to reach out and taste her pussy juices, which he quickly did. With Lee leaning down to suck his balls into her pretty little mouth, and the stunning maid was trying to find out just how much of his ten inches she could fit down the back of her throat, his tongue got busy licking and lapping the slick little cunt sitting on his face. She tasted better than she smelled, and she smelled like heaven. With he free hand he pinched and squeezed the cheek of her tight little ass, and expected to have it smacked away again, but when it wasn't, he became a little daring. With his tongue darting in and out of her wet hole, licking up and swallowing all he could find, he slipped his finger into her pussy and covered it in a combination of slick juices and saliva. First he teased the sensitive area between her pussy and her ass, rubbing his finger back and forward, then teasing around the rim of her puckered little delight. She moaned and wiggled, pushing back against his finger, trying to take it into her ass, and he was never one to deny a lady. Pushing gently, he worked his finger into her tight hole, keeping the same rythem as his tongue, pushing and probing as she sucked his filling sack. The maid's mouth pulled back from his cock and he hoped she would not take it away for long, he was very much liking the warm feel of her mouth around his shaft, and was hoping for the chance to spray his hot cum into the back of her throat. What she did though was even better, lifting up, Lee climbed over him, straddling his cock and sliding her hot box over his impressive tool. He lay still, letting her work her way onto his huge cock slowly, lifting and lowering her body until her cunt was filled to capacity with throbbing meat. He could hear both women panting and groaning as they used his body like a sex toy, a very willing sex toy at that, and one that came with batteries included. Detective Dick P.I. Ch. 1 My name is Detective Henry Dick, I'm a private investigator. These are my stories... Case #43: The Nympho Wife ---------------------- Wednesday 4:43 PM ---------------------- I was meeting in my office with a new client, Mr. Robert Bateman. Mr. Bateman was a very affluent and successful business owner, who owned and operated the city's leading newspaper. Like many clients I have had before, Bateman was interested in tracking down what his wife was doing while he was away at work. He had suspicions that she was cheating on him. "So how long do you think this has been going on?" I asked Mr. Bateman as we sat in my office. The office I work is a small suite in an old building on the east side of town. It’s not very impressive, but then again I don't spend much time there either. Bateman exhaled a breath of smoke from his cigar as he sat across from me. "I don't know, maybe two years. It started just after we got married, to be honest." "And you said you've been married about three years now, right?" "Yeah that’s right," Bateman continued "I know she's cheating on me, I just need to catch her or get some proof. Then I can finally divorce the bitch without her taking half my money." Bateman looked at his watch and put his cigar out in the ash tray on my desk. "Shit, I gotta get going." He said as he stood up. "Alright Mr. Bateman, I'll get to work on it as soon as you send me the information I need." "You'll have it tomorrow." He said as he walked out the door. I heard my secretary, Elizabeth say goodbye to him outside. ---------------------- Thursday 9:32 AM ---------------------- I was back in my office, sipping my second cup of coffee when Elizabeth walked in, carrying a folder under her arm. Elizabeth was a real jewel. I had interviewed about 20 girls before I finally settled on her. She was just what I needed around the office. To be honest she sucked at her job, but that wasn't why I hired her. She has short brown hair that comes down just below her cheeks, which she usually has tucked behind her ears. She's about 22 years old, I can't remember exactly, and her body is absolutely incredible. Today she was wearing one of my favorite outfits, a short black skirt with two slits up the sides which showed off most of her long, smooth legs, and a tight blue blouse. She always wore tight blouses to the office, which clung her bulging tits. She had it unbuttoned generously to show off the deep valley of her cleavage. "Here's the file you asked for, Detective Dick." She said as she walked in, plopping the manila folder onto my desk. "Thanks sweetie, now what about the blowjob I asked for?" Elizabeth walked around behind my desk to where I was sitting, and I turned in my chair to face her as she dropped down to her knees. "I haven't forgot about that either." She replied as she reached up, running her hands over my thighs. I unbuckled my belt and undid the front of my pants, opening them up. Elizabeth ran her hands along my inner thighs, and over my balls through the fabric of my pants, before reaching inside my boxers and pulling my cock free. I helped her by sliding my pants down to my ankles, still sitting in my chair. I was only semi-hard, but as Elizabeth started to unbutton her blouse all the way, I quickly rose to full mast. She slid her blouse off her shoulders, and unclasped her bra behind her, letting that fall away also. Her breasts came into view: they were large, firm, and she had little nipples which were perfect for sucking on. My cock was fully stiff now, sticking straight out, pointing at her. Elizabeth leaned forward, holding my shaft at the base with both hands, she licked at the swollen head. She rolled her tongue around my cockhead as her tits pressed up against my thighs, her nipples digging against my legs. Elizabeth wrapped her soft lips around the end of my cock, and started sucking obediently. This is why I hired her, she gives great head. My cock slid further into her mouth as she moved her head down, and I felt her warm saliva coating my rod. Her tongue wiggled against the bottom of my shaft as she sucked, bobbing her head up and down slowly. Elizabeth slurped on my member messily, her spit drooled out from the sides of her mouth, dripping down the length of my shaft, and over my balls. "Oh God that feels good Elizabeth." I encouraged her, as her head bobbed up and down on my pole, sucking me with dedication. I can't count the number of times I have blown my load in her mouth, she definitely earns her paycheck. Elizabeth wrapped one of her hands around the base of my shaft, her delicate fingers squeezing me as she stroked up and down. Her other hand reached up, massaging my balls lightly while she sucked and slurped messily. I reached my hands down to play with her tits. I squeezed them together a little and pinched her nipples. Her funbags were the perfect size to play with. After a few more minutes of her sucking, I felt my balls boil and started shooting my load into her mouth. Elizabeth swallowed every drop as my cock squirted jets of hot jizz. I must have emptied five or six good streams of cum into her mouth, and she didn't spill a drop, in fact she swallowed it down like candy. I sighed in satisfaction as I finished cumming, and pulled my pants up. Elizabeth had gotten to her feet, and I gave her a swat on the ass as she left. "Thanks sweetie." I said to her as she went back to her desk outside. ---------- I looked down at the folder Elizabeth had left on my desk. It was Marie Bateman's info that I had requested from yesterday. I opened up the folder and looked inside, reading the specs and info that Mr. Bateman had given me. The first thing I took out was the 5'7" photo of Mrs. Bateman. She was a very attractive woman, and I guessed that she was probably only in her late twenties or early thirties. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, full lips, and large breasts. The photograph was only of her top half, but I figured the rest was just as nice. I set the photo aside and looked at the next piece of paper. Mr. Bateman had written down quite a bit of information, some of it I had to wonder why he bothered to tell me. Bust Size: 38EE. It seems that Mr. Bateman had bought his wife breast implants. There were some notes written down, mostly addresses of places she went often, and the time of day she went there... health spas, dry cleaning, etc. I closed the file and started to think of what to do next. ---------------------- Friday 9:01 AM ---------------------- I decided to stake out the Bateman estate to see if I could find anything suspicious going on. I had been camped outside in my old Volkswagen Jetta across the road for about three hours now. About an hour earlier I had seen Mr. Bateman drive out as he left for work. ---------------------- Friday 11:24 AM ---------------------- A brown UPS truck pulled up into the driveway of the Bateman house, and the driver got out of the truck, walking up to the house with a package. I pulled out my binoculars to get a better look, and watched as he rang the doorbell. The door opened, it was Mrs. Bateman -- she looked just like her picture. She was wearing a silk bathrobe which hung open up top, exposing quite a bit of her cleavage. The waist tie was cinched around her thin waist. She was saying something to the delivery man, but I couldn't make out what. Then the man went into the house, and she shut the door. I set the binoculars down and thought about what to do. I looked up and down the street to make sure no one was coming, and then I got out of the car and snuck around to the side of the house. The Bateman's house was a huge mansion, and the property was surrounded by a brick wall about 6 feet high. I climbed over the wall easily and made my way to the side of the house. I snuck over to a window which looked into the dining room. Inside I saw Mrs. Bateman with the UPS man. He had already taken off his shirt, and they were kissing passionately in the middle of the dining room. The delivery man had one arm wrapped around Mrs. Bateman's waist, while his other hand squeezed one of her huge, enlarged breasts. Mrs. Bateman was busy squeezing the man's cock through the front of his uniform pants while they kissed. She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. Not surprisingly, she was completely naked underneath. Her bush was completely shaved. The man scouped her up and laid her down on the dining room table, with her legs hanging over the edge. He undid his pants and pulled them down a little, his hard cock springing up as it was freed. The delivery man held his shaft in his hand, rubbing the head of his cock up and down Mrs. Bateman's slit as she wrapped her thighs around his waist. He teased his cock along her hairless, swollen pussy lips a little longer before shoving his cock inside her. Mrs. Bateman groaned, but I couldn't hear anything from outside. She arched her back as she laid on the table, thrusting her huge tits up. Taking that as a suggestion, the man reached forward, grabbing each of her jiggling melons. He squeezed them tightly as he pumped his cock in and out of her on top of the dining room table. I reached for my camera, and suddenly realized I had left it at the office. [Shit,] I thought to myself, [Too late to go back and get it now. Oh well, only one thing I can do.] I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and started to stroke myself as I watched the two of them fuck. The man was really pounding Mrs. Bateman now. He slammed his cock in and out of her at a furious pace, and Mrs. Bateman was really getting into it, moaning and writhing on top of the table. She squeezed her legs around his hips, pulling him into her more. The two of them fucked like nymphos on top of the table. Everything in the dining room was shaking as the UPS man pummeled her with his shaft. Mrs. Bateman orgasmed first, I could hear her loud moan through the window. Soon after, the man pulled his cock out of her dripping cunt, and erupted with cum. He sprayed his load all over her stomach, with the last squirt dripping down over her swollen, pink pussy lips. I came also, splattering my load on the side of the house. ---------------------- Friday 2:12 PM ---------------------- I had dashed back to the car as soon as Mrs. Bateman and the delivery man had finished. The man hadn't wasted any time either; he had left only minutes after splattering her with his cum. Another delivery man had just pulled up to the front of the house, and Mrs. Bateman answered the door, wearing her robe loosely and brining him inside as she had done with the one before. I considered sneaking around to check on what was going on, but there was nothing I could accomplish until I got my camera. I started the car and headed back to the office. [Continued] Detective Dick P.I. Ch. 2 ---------------------- Friday 2:55 PM ---------------------- "Anyone call while I was gone?" I asked Elizabeth as I walked into the office, heading in back to grab the camera where I left it on my desk. "Nope." She replied. I picked up the camera and remembered that today was pay day, and I owed Elizabeth her paycheck for the week. I sat down and wrote out a check, and walked back to the front of the office. "I almost forgot, here's your pay for this week." I handed her the check and she looked at it. "Don't you think I deserve a little something extra?" She asked, looking up at me. She had that horny sparkle in her eyes as she usually does. "Yeah, I think you do." I said as I took her hand and lifted my secretary up to her feet. I pulled her close to me, squeezing her ass firmly in both hands and giving her a deep kiss. She kissed me back just as passionately, her tongue slipping into my mouth and swirling around. Elizabeth was unbuttoning the front of my shirt as I squeezed and kneaded her tight little ass. I pushed my hips up against hers, grinding my stiff cock up against her hips through our clothing. She opened my shirt and I helped her slide it off, next I helped her remove her shirt. I grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped the front of it open. Her large tits wobbled a little inside her bra as I stripped her top off and pushed her back up against her desk. Elizabeth sat up on the edge of the desk as I removed her bra and cupped her bare tits in my hands. I squeezed and rubbed them gently, rubbing my thumbs over her little nipples. My cock was throbbing inside my pants as I buried my head into Elizabeth's tits. I squeezed them together around my face as I licked and sucked at every inch of her soft titflesh. I moved over to the left a little to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. They were small and easy to suck the entire thing into my mouth. Bite size, I call them. I bit down gently on her nipple, rolling it between my teeth a little while my tongue flicked over the top. Elizabeth was now unbuttoning my pants and pulling the zipper down, trying to pull my pants down my hips. I wiggled my hips slightly to help her pull my pants down, while I switched to her other nipple. She purred softly as I sealed my lips around her right nipple, sucking it completely into my mouth, nursing on her big tits like a baby. My cock was now free from my pants, and I slid Elizabeth's skirt up her hips and grabbed ahold of the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her thighs and then off completely. I wasted no time in pushing my hips forward, nuzzling my cock inside her juicy cunt. She moaned loudly as I impaled my rock hard shaft inside her. "Oh yeah, you like getting fucked by your boss, don't you Lizzy." I grunted as I worked my dick in and out of that delicious fuckhole. "MMmm, Detective Dick, you feel so good inside me! Fuck me with your huge cock!" I did as she asked, continuing to piston my cock in and out of her young, tight cunt. Her pussy squeezed around my dick tighter than any woman I had ever felt. My balls slapped up against her ass as I rammed against her. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging her body up close to mine. Her fleshy globes squeezed up against my chest tightly. As I slammed and fucked her cunt, she was grinding her hips against mine, maximizing the penetration, and causing my dick to shift around inside her slightly. I growled as I fucked her like an animal, my cock was throbbing and aching with lust as I drilled her so hard. She loved every minute of it too by the sounds of her squeals and the way she gyrated her body against mine. "Ohhhh fuck, I'm gonna cuuummmmm!" I screamed as my balls started to boil. I buried my cock deep inside Elizabeth's hungry fuckhole as I erupted. The spasming of my cock must have sent her into an orgasm too, as I shot my seed into the depths of her cunt. Elizabeth squealed so loudly that they could probably hear us across the street. I emptied my balls into her, flooding her with my hot fuckjuice. Finally when I was done cumming, I pulled my shaft out of her cunt reluctantly, and milked the last few drops of jizz onto her outer pussy lips. I let Elizabeth have the rest of the day off, and I went home early too, planning to spy on Mrs. Bateman again tomorrow. ---------------------- Saturday 10:00 AM ---------------------- I sat in my volkswagen across the street from the Bateman's house again. Looking over the notes in my lap, I expected Mrs. Bateman to be leaving soon to go to the gym downtown. I recalled Mr. Bateman saying that she always spent an exceptionally long amount of time there, so I figured this would be a good place to catch her in the act. I had my camera with me this time. Sure enough, Mrs. Bateman emerged from her house just after ten o'clock. She was dressed in workout clothes today: A pair of very short Adidas jogging shorts and a tight sports-bra which fit snugly around her well-endowed pair of fuckjugs. She got into her BMW and pulled out onto the street. I started my car and began following her. ---------------------- Saturday 10:17 AM ---------------------- A little to my surprise, she did end up going to the gym as planned. She parked her car out in front and I watched her go in. I pulled around back to see if there was a way to sneak in. I waited around until someone came out the back door, and I slipped inside. Once inside the health club, I snooped around to try to locate where Mrs. Bateman had gone. I checked the aerobics, the weight rooms, and the locker rooms but she was nowhere to be found. There were only two places left where she could be -- the steam room and saunas. I went into the locker room, grabbed a couple towels and undressed. I wrapped one of the towels around my waist, and the other one I used to hide my camera. Then I headed into the stream room, which was connected to the locker room. I slipped in silently, making sure not to make any noise. At first I thought the place was empty. The room was extremely hot, and the thick steam inside the room made it so that you couldn't see from one side to the other. I needed to make sure though, so I walked further inside. Sure enough as I walked toward the far end of the room, I began to make out three people sitting against the bench along the wall. I stopped as soon as I saw them, hoping they hadn't seen me also. But by the sound of things, they weren't paying much attention. Mrs. Bateman was sitting between two men, and the three of them already had their towels off. I sat down against the side wall and watched, hoping that they wouldn't notice me. What I soon began to realize was that they probably didn't care if they were seen. Mrs. Bateman was between the two studs, whose cocks were fully hard and sticking straight up. She had one hand wrapped around each cock, and she stroked them both up and down at the same time. Mrs. Bateman's body was absolutely gorgeous. It had only been a day, but I had already forgotten what a sex goddess she was. Her huge breasts were as firm and perky as a teenager’s, except five times as large, and her big nipples were stiff and begging to be sucked. She was slim and slender, which contrasted with her voluptuous tits. Her legs were spread apart some as she sat against the tile bench, and I got a great view at her hairless, swollen pussy. Her entire body was slick with sweat. She stood up and stepped in front of the man on her right, bending her knees slightly as she lowered herself onto him. The man guided his cock into her slick cunt as she settled down onto his lap. They both moaned softly, and the second man rose and stood in front of Mrs. Bateman. His cock was pointing straight toward her face as she leaned over. The man in front of her held his cock with his hand and guided it up between her two sweaty fuck-jugs. Mrs. Bateman knew exactly what to do as she squeezed her oversized tits together and began titfucking him. Behind her, the man with his cock wedged inside her cunt began grinding up against her, sending his cock up, burying it inside her hungry fuckhole. She purred with pleasure as she got fucked from behind, and tried to focus on rubbing her tits up and down the other man's pole. The man in front of her thrusted his hips back and forth, sending his cock through her slick hooters with ease. Behind her, the first man squeezed her ass tightly as he bucked up against her, his shaft hammering in and out of her sloppy cunt, making slurping noises throughout the whole room. I couldn't help myself from getting a raging hard-on also. God I wished I was one of those men, getting to fuck Mrs. Bateman's brains out. I pulled the bottom of my towel up so that my stiff pole stood up and I could stroke it while I watched Mrs. Bateman get sandwiched. The man in front of her pulled his cock out from between her tits and pulled her head down onto his cock roughly. She opened her mouth and took him inside as he held her hair and pushed her head down, forcing his cock into her throat. The man behind Mrs. Bateman was ravaging her cunt roughly, bouncing her up and down like a ragdoll as he fucked her. She bobbed her head up and down on the man's cock in front of her, using her lips like a pussy for him to fuck, and taking him all the way into her mouth as she deep-throated his fuckpole. Her tits wobbled and swayed back and forth. Suddenly the man groaned and I grabbed my camera. As the noise of groaning filled the room, I was able to snap pictures without them hearing. The man fucking Mrs. Bateman's cunt pulled his cock out of her and started squirting his jizz all over her ass and lower back. He continued to erupt with cum, sending shot after shot of his slimy goo all over her backside until it dripped down the crack of her ass. Soon after, the man in front of her started to cum too. The first shot of cum went straight down her throat, then he pulled back, filling her mouth with ball-juice. A few drops of semen dripped down Mrs. Bateman's chin, and she licked her lips clean. That slut loved the taste! The three of them got cleaned up and put their towels back on and left the room. I was left alone with my raging hard-on. I stuffed my camera back inside the other towel and sighed, not wanting to walk around outside with a boner under my towel. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. I stroked my hand up and down my shaft as I thought about what I had just seen. Mrs. Bateman was such a fuck doll; I was definitely going to make extra copies of these pictures. I started to add up in my head how many men she must fuck on a daily basis, and started to calculate how many per week. Suddenly I heard a woman's voice in front of me. "Need any help with that?" She asked. The voice startled me and I opened my eyes to see a gorgeous vixen standing right in front of me. She was an asian girl, probably in her early twenties, wearing just a white towel, which just barely reached down far enough to cover her cunt, and caused her ample tits to bulge out at the top. When did she get in here? I felt extremely embarrassed sitting there with my towel off and my hand wrapped around my huge hard-on. But that embarrassment quickly faded as she let her towel fall to the floor and knelt down on it between my legs. Her olive skin was perfectly smooth, and her breasts were round and full, a little more than a handful. She had a small bush of black hair above her cunt, but the lips were shaved. "Sure… Take my fat cock in your mouth and suck it until I cum." I told her, still not really believing what was happening. She obeyed me immediately, leaning forward and taking my dick between her lips. She sealed her lips around my cock tightly like a rubber band, and started sucking me hungrily. She slurped and let some of her spit drool down my shaft as she nursed it. Oh God it was heaven having my cock inside this horny slut's mouth, and I didn't even know who she was! I started moving my hips up and down, thrusting my cock and out of her mouth a little while she also sucked and licked her tongue over every inch of my aching rod. She cupped my balls in one of her hands while the other one squeezed the base of my pole tightly. She would squeeze me hard and then relax, over and over, all the meanwhile sucking the life out of my dick. I wished I could have held out a little longer, but I was already so fucking horny from watching Mrs. Bateman get tag-teamed. I pulled my cock out of the girl's mouth and aimed it at her face as I started to cum. I sprayed her face like a hose as my dick spasmed, sending a huge load of baby batter across her cheeks, chin and lips. I emptied every last drop of jizz onto the girl's face, and when I was done, I wiped my cock across her chest, smearing a couple last drops of goo onto her body. What kind of health club was this?? I still didn't even know this girl's name or where she was. And then it suddenly hit me, I didn't know where Mrs. Bateman was! I quickly snatched up my towel and grabbed my camera and headed out the door, yelling a "Thanks" behind me to the anonymous girl who I just drenched in sperm. [Continued] Detective Dick P.I. Ch. 3 ---------------------- Saturday 3:45 PM ---------------------- I headed back to the Bateman mansion because I didn't know where else to look for Mrs. Bateman. I drove by the house once, looking down the driveway to see if her car was there. I didn't see it, but I considered that she might have put it in the garage. So I parked my volkswagen on a side street out of view and walked back to the wall along the side of the house. I climbed up over the wall and jumped down to the other side. I was behind some bushes in the back yard by the swimming pool. Staying out of sight, I looked over the bushes to see if anyone was around, and to make sure I wasn't spotted. I was shocked to see that I wasn't alone at all. Mr. Bateman was sitting in a chair by the pool, with the maid kneeling between his legs. The maid had the top of her uniform pulled off, and was slurping away on Mr. Bateman's cock. That little bastard, he had hired me to try to catch his wife cheating, while he was doing the exact same thing himself! I hadn't been seen. The maid was a gorgeous latino woman in her early twenties. She had long dark hair that came down to the middle of her back, which was brushed back as she bobbed up and down with the cock in her mouth. Her uniform top had already come off, and I got a great view from the side, of her huge breasts which jiggled slightly. Her skin was so smooth and dark, and she had huge firm nipples. Mr. Bateman leaned back in the chair, pushing his cock up into the maid's mouth. She pushed her head down also, taking his cock all the way into her mouth, and probably down her throat some as well. I don't know how long she had been sucking on his cock for, but Mr. Bateman was eager to change it up. He lifted her head up and motioned for her to rise up to her feet. He led her over to the deck table which was a little closer to me. I was a little nervous about being seen, but neither of them was paying attention. The maid leaned over the table, placing her hands on top of it and sticking her ass out behind her as Mr. Bateman pulled her skirt off, then slid her panties down her thighs. She wiggled her ass as her panties were stripped off, and stepped out of them as they came down to her ankles. From where I was sitting, I could see everything, from her face, right down to her hairless little cunt. Mr. Bateman pushed his hips up against hers behind her, and guided his cock up against her slit. He pushed forward, burying his shaft inside her with one thrust. The maid moaned and clutched one of her hands around her tit as she started to get rammed from behind. Mr. Bateman grabbed a hold of her hips and started pushing and pulling on her as he slapped his hips against her over and over, sending his cock sliding in and out of her fuckable little twat. "Ohhhhhhh God I'm cuuuummmmMMMMmming!" Mr. Bateman yelled as he pumped away at her cunt. Then he thrust himself deep inside her as his cock shot its load, filling her up inside with his jizz. [Damn that was quick,] I thought to myself. [No wonder Mrs. Bateman is so bored of sex with him.] I grabbed my camera and quickly snapped a couple pictures while he was still lodged inside her cunt, emptying his semen in her fuckhole. Mr. Bateman gave her ass a little squeeze and then headed inside. ---------------------- Saturday 5:35 PM ---------------------- I had been hiding there in the bushes for about two hours while the maid lingered around outside. As soon as she left, the pool boy showed up, so it seemed like forever by the time the coast was clear. I climbed back over the wall and headed back to my car, then went home. ---------------------- Sunday 12:02 PM ---------------------- I watched from across the street as the pizza delivery boy was brought inside by Mrs. Bateman. I had been sitting in my car all day, scoping out the scene, waiting for her next encounter, and finally he had arrived. I left the car and snuck over to the side of the house by the window where I had seen her on Friday. It would be really great if I could get some pictures of her fucking another man in their own house. Those would really help Mr. Bateman in his divorce case. I looked inside the window to the dining room, but they weren't in there, so I walked down a little further, peeking in windows until I found them. Mrs. Bateman had brought the pizza boy into the living room. She was sitting on the sofa beside the man, kissing him deeply while he felt her up, and low and behold the maid was there too, sitting on the other side of him, stroking the bulge in his pants with one hand, while the other unzipped her uniform! [Damn,] I thought to myself, [The maid probably gets more action than anyone in this house.] She certainly wasted no time in slipping out of her tight little outfit. The uniform slid off her legs as she stood up and she kicked it aside. She was now standing there in just a pair of little black thong panties. The maid knelt down between the pizza boy's legs and began unzipping his pants while he was busy kissing and squeezing Mrs. Bateman. Mrs. Bateman stood up and started to strip off her clothes as well, while the maid was reaching inside the man's pants, pulling the stiff member out. She grabbed the bottom of the tight little t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it up. The fabric strained as it pulled over her enormous breasts, but it eventually slid off, and her tits bounced free. She wiggled out of her shorts next, so that now she was also standing in just her panties. Mrs. Bateman knelt down beside the maid, taking her place in front of the pizza boy's cock as well. The two women leaned forward and both started licking their tongues along his shaft at the same time. Their tongues danced around up and down every inch of his veiny pole; sometimes they would lick their tongues together with each other as they coated him in wet, warm saliva. Then the maid took the swollen cockhead inside her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and began to nurse him. Mrs. Bateman wrapped her lips around the base of the shaft, sucking up and down like a harmonica. The maid was sucking messily on the top of the pizza boy's cock. Her saliva was drooling down from her mouth as she slurped, causing drips of her spit to dribble down the shaft to where Mrs. Bateman was sucking. Mrs. B would lick up the spit, mix it with her own, and then continue sucking and licking the length of the shaft, letting the mixture of their saliva drool down over his balls. The pizza boy was muttering something, but I couldn't hear what it was through the window. Mrs. B and the maid switched positions, and Mrs. B took the tip of his cock into her mouth and began sucking hungrily. She sucked up and down hard like a cum starved slut. The maid was busy down below, sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time, massaging them gently with her mouth and rolling her tongue over them. The maid and Mrs. Bateman kissed each other passionately, their tongues lashing together. The pizza boy thrust his cock forward, sliding it between their lips as they kissed, so that each woman could suck on either side. Next, the women stood up, and Mrs. B motioned for the pizza boy to lie down on the sofa. The two sluts were standing side by side, with their rear-ends facing me as they both hooked their thumbs under the waist-band of their panties and began sliding them down. They bent over as they pulled their panties down over their asses, and down their thighs. I was in perfect position to see both their cunts as they bent over, sticking their rear ends out. Their asses were almost touching together, and each woman's cunt was peeking out between her cheeks proudly. Both sets of pussy lips were shaved clean, Mrs. B's were pink and swollen, and the maid's were darker and just as fuckalicious. The maid climbed onto the couch, straddling the pizza boy's head and lowering her pussy lips down to his face, while Mrs. Bateman climbed onto him, guiding his stiff prick to her own cunt. She slid down, taking the man's cock inside her as she nuzzled her hips up against his, riding on top of him like a cowgirl. The pizza boy was probably groaning, but his face was buried in the maid's cunt. The women leaned forward to kiss each other again, and arched their backs, pressing their tits up against each other. God, that was a sight to see. Each woman had larger than average knockers, and Mrs. B's would be classified as huge! The titflesh squashed together as they pressed their body's closer. The maid reached up, squeezing the sides of Mrs. Bateman's gorgeous melons as she started to bounce up and down on the pizza boy's cock. Mrs. Bateman rode up and down, bouncing on top of the man below her and grinding her hips against his, working his cock into her hard. The maid squeezed and rubbed at her breasts while she pressed her own pussy down against the pizza boy's face. His tongue was lashing up, licking up and down her slit and flicking in and out between her lips rapidly. The pizza boy bucked and thrusted his hips upward, fucking up against Mrs. Bateman harder. His tongue found its way to the maid's clit and he flicked his tongue over it rapidly while his cock was jackhammering in and out of Mrs. Bateman's pussy. I heard a series of moans through the window as the pizza boy started to cum. He pushed his hips up as his cock started to spurt, and began squirting his blasts of sperm deep into her slutty, oversexed fuckhole. By the looks of it, the maid and Mrs. B orgasmed as well, because they were moaning and clutching each other tightly while their bodies quivered. The man kept his cock inside Mrs. B while he emptied his entire load inside her, injecting her with his gooey fuckjuice. I snapped a couple pictures then scooted back to the car. [Continued] Detective Dick P.I. Ch. 4 ---------------------- Sunday 9:22 PM ---------------------- I was back in my office, sitting there thinking about all that I had seen this weekend. The camera was sitting on the edge of my desk, the film roll used up and taken out. I was alone in the office at this time of night, and I poured myself another gin and tonic while I considered what I was going to tell Mr. Bateman on Monday. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and I hesitated for a moment, wondering who could possibly be here this late. I stood up and walked to the door and opened it. Mrs. Bateman was standing in the doorway, arms crossed under her voluptuous breasts, glaring at me. She was wearing a button-down blouse and a pair of tight black nylon pants. I struggled for something to say but nothing came out... "Who are you? You've been following me all weekend." She demanded. "I'm Detective Henry Dick, P.I. How did you find me?" "I see, private investigator, hmm?" She continued to say as she walked past me, inviting herself into my office. She walked to my desk, looking at the items on it and then leaned up against it while she turned to look at me again. "It wasn't hard to find you. I just followed your car when you left this evening. My husband hired you, didn't he?" I was trapped; I didn't know what to say. "Yes, he did. And I have enough evidence to justify your extramarital affairs in divorce court." She sighed heavily and sunk her head down into her hands. She shook her head slightly then looked up at me again. "He cheats on me too you know." I nodded. "Yes, I know." "How much is he paying you? Maybe I can make you an offer to drop the case." She suggested softly as her hands started to unbutton a few more buttons on her blouse. She opened her blouse where she had undone it, exposing the deep swell of cleavage, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. "It would have to be a pretty big offer, Mrs. Bateman." I said, walking closer to her. "Please, call me Marie." Now I had her where I wanted her. "Well, Marie. You can start by taking off that blouse and bra." Marie finished unbuttoning her shirt and opened it on front, revealing a very sexy lace push-up bra that held her gigantic orbs up. My dick was hard instantly as I started thinking about what I was going to do to those gorgeous tits. She reached behind her and undid her bra, letting the straps slide over her shoulders. As she let her bra fall away, her massive breasts jiggled slightly. I stepped closer to her and reached my hands up, cupping her large breasts in my hands and rubbing my thumbs across her nipples until they were completely firm. I played with her tits for a while, squeezing them and rubbing my hands over them as I pushed them together. It felt so good to finally touch her after having watched her for so long. Marie arched her back, pushing her delicious tits into my hands, offering them to me like fruit as she purred slightly. I leaned down and opened my mouth, taking one of her big nipples between my lips and started nursing it. I continued squeezing her flesh mountains with both hands as I switched back and forth, sucking each of her nipples hungrily. Marie reached down between my legs and undid my pants. She pulled my pants down so that my huge, stiff cock sprang up, happy to be free. "Get down on your knees." I ordered her, and she sunk down to her knees in front of me obediently. She had her hands cupped underneath her breasts, lifting them up because she knew what I wanted to do. I moved my hips forward, sliding my cock in between her soft, fleshy mountains. "Ohhh fuck yes!" I couldn't help but groan as I felt her tits wrapping around my cock. She knew just what I wanted, she squeezed her tits together tightly, sandwiching my veiny fuckpole between them as I started to thrust back and forth. "Do you like that, Detective Dick?" She whispered softly as she started to rub her oversized breasts up and down my prick. "Damn Mrs. Bateman.. err Marie, you have such an amazing set of hooters. I could titfuck these all day!" I replied back. I pulled my rod back and forth, sliding it in and out of her heavenly fuck-jugs. She pressed her body up against mine, and I felt her big nipples digging against my inner thighs as I buried my cock all the way into the valley between her tits. The swollen head of my cock peeked out the top of her breasts, oozing with clear precum. Marie leaned her head down and took the tip of my cock inside her mouth, sucking me. I inched my aching cock up and down, keeping the head of it inside Marie's mouth while the rest of my shaft got massaged by her mass of titflesh wrapped around it. My balls started to boil and I was going to cum. I pulled back a little and aimed my cock right at her busty tits as I exploded. My first blast of cum splattered right into her left nipple, coating it in cream. I aimed the rest of my shots to squirt across the top of her breasts, some of them hitting her neck, and some squirting between her melons. I must have ejaculated about 10 blasts of hot, slimy jizz all over Marie's chest by the time I finished. She stood up and leaned back up against my desk. Her face took on that serious tone again as she looked me in the eyes. "There now, Detective Dick, now that you're done, can we talk about dropping the case now?" "Hold on there sweetie, who said I'm done?" I said as I grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. I bent Marie forward over my desk and started sliding her pants down her hips. "You're still up for more?" She asked, and then said "Ok.." My cock was still raging hard; I was so hot for this slut. After watching her fuck and suck just about ever man in the city this week, I was dying to get my own cock inside her. I yanked her pants down over her ass, slid them down her thighs, and down to her ankles, where she stepped out of them. Next, I ran my hands over her smooth, tight ass and gripped her panties. She was wearing a different pair than she was earlier today. These ones matched her bra, white lace. I pulled her panties down, bringing my prize into view: her swollen, hairless honeypot. My cock was aching for my to shove it home where it belonged, and I wasted no time. Once her pussy was in view, I jammed my rod up inside her. Marie let out a groan and she spread her legs apart as she bent over. Her hands were on top of my desk, with her big cream covered tits hanging down, jigging. I started pounding my prick in and out of her. She was so tight! I couldn't understand how she could be such a filthy slut, and still her pussy was gripping my cock so tight I thought she wanted to strangle me. Inside her cunt, her body clung to every crevice, bump, and vein on my cock, as if it was meant to be there. I couldn't believe I was finally getting to fuck her! "Ohhh!! That’s it, fuck me hard with that big cock, Detective!" She squealed. I did as she wished, which I was going to do anyway. My hands gripped her thin little waist as I pummeled my shaft deep inside her, then pulled out until just my cockhead rested between her lips, then I would thrust in again. I kept doing this, going faster and faster. My balls would slap up against her slit each time I would bury my cock into Marie, and she would let out a loud moan. I was squeezing her ass tightly now, giving her the fucking of a lifetime. I slammed and fucked her until I felt her pussy quivering around my cock and she let out a loud squeal as she orgasmed. Her cunt juice was dripping down all over my shaft and down my balls as well. I kept my cock lodged inside her as my own orgasm hit, and my balls emptied their load up into her cunny. I didn't cum as much as before, but my dick still squirted several blasts of jizz against her cervix. When I was all done, I collapsed into my chair with a loud sigh. Marie snuggled into my lap, her breasts covered in slimey cum, and her pussy oozing with my semen. "I have an idea." I said... ---------------------- Epilogue ---------------------- I developed the photos of Mr. Bateman fucking the maid, and gave them to Marie. She used them in divorce court and was awarded half of Mr. Bateman's estate. We split the money 50/50. I was rich, and best of all, I got to fuck Marie any time I wanted. Life was great. Case Closed Detective Dick Sliding a second finger into the maid's ass, she began to buck and squirm, leaning close to Lee and doing the tongue tango. Dick could tell she was not far off cumming, and the Lee was hammering his cock, she was not far of it either. His own body was growing tense as he held back, enjoying every moment of this torture. With a cry, the maid came, coving his tongue and mouth in her creamy juices and pushing her pussy hard against his teeth. Licking and slurping as hard as he could, he was consumed with lust, devouring every drop of her sweet cum. His cock threatened to burst as Lee's pussy finally began to pulse and contract around his shaft in a powerful orgasm. He could wait no longer, releasing his full load into her hole, pumping everything he had into her in a few tremendous squirts. She lifted off his cock, both women leaning down to lick him clean, discussing how wonderful he tasted as if he was a desert to be sampled and devoured not a man to be pleased. Satisfied that he had been punished enough, Lee released the cuffs and handed him his clothing, sitting on the end of the bed and watching him dress. "I have another proposition for you Dick. If you're interested that is." He gave her a side ways look as he pulled on his pants. "I'm always interested. What did you have in mind?" "It seems my darling husband is being unfaithful, which doesn't bother me greatly, the sooner he fucks himself to death, the better, but I don't like that he has other women believing that he'll marry them when he's already married to me. I want your help in making her see there is no place for her in Drake's bed, or bank account. I will give you five grand, and set up the pictures for you to take. You can be sure they will be very juicy and will leave no doubt that he is quite well fucked at home. What do you say Detective?" How could he turn down such and offer? He would be getting the best pictures possible, and getting and extra five grand, not to mention the fantastic fuck she had just given him. "I believe you have yourself a deal Mrs. Witherspoon." She led him to the room next to hers, sliding a cupboard aside and pointing out a sizable hole in the wall. It was more than big enough for the lens of his camera, and the perfect angle to get the best shots. The maid stayed to keep him company while Lee went in search of Drake and his nightly dose of viagra. As dick pressed the camera to the hole, zooming the focus in and out to get the best view of the big canopy bed, the maid reached for his belt buckle and zipper. Within moments, she was on her knees before him, her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking quite happily. So there he stood, his pants around his ankles, a maid attached to his cock, and his lens pressed up against a hole in the wall waiting to film a lovely woman fucking a wrinkled up all man. Some how this was not how expected to be spending his evening, but what the hell, he had nothing better to do. It wasn't long before Lee and Drake appeared in the room and she wasted no time in getting things moving. He was naked beneath his robe, his nine inches already standing erect and ready. Dick shuddered at the sight of such an old man supporting such a big cock. Where did he get enough blood to fill it and keep his heart pumping at the same time? He clicked the camera on as Lee dropped to her knees and began to suck. The though that she was doing that to him no more than an hour ago sent a heated rush through his body that threatened to see him explode his load all over the maid's pretty face. Lee's luscious red lips moved up and down Drakes huge thick shaft, sucking and licking with genuine pleasure. Drakes fingers buried in her hair, holding her head has he fucked her mouth. Dick did his best to ignore the maid sucking his cock while he filmed, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as she sucked harder and faster. Through the camera lens he watched as Drake lifted Lee to her feet, turning her around and bending her over the edge of the bed. Grabbing both of her hips in his withered old hands, he pushed his shaft deep and hard into her, making her cry out with pleasure. There was no tenderness to his passions; he was a rutting bull, fucking her hard and fast, pounding every inch of himself into her tight pussy, caring nothing for her pleasure. With a groan, he was done, his seed running from her gaping pussy down the insides of her legs. Picking up his robe, he headed for the bathroom, leaving her bent over the edge of the bed unfulfilled. Dick understood a little better why she was so keen to use him for her pleasure, to bring herself pleasure, and he was only to happy to offer her his services again should she have need of it. He was perhaps a little more modern then Drake, but he liked to see his ladies pleasured before himself. The scene in the other room was obviously over, and the maid was still making a meal of his cock. He was a little annoyed at the way Drake had treated his wife, and was determined that he would do much better. Setting the camera on the sideboard, the recorder still running, he lifted her up and led her to the bed on the other side of the room. Laying her back on the bed, he lifted her skirt and spread her legs wide, burying his face in her tender folds. He could still taste the residue from her earlier climax, mixed with the fresh juices her heat was creating. His tongue sought out her hard little clit and sucked it gently, lifting it between his lips and flickering his tongue over it. "Oh please Mr. Osborn, I need your cock inside me, please fuck me, fuck me hard." Once again he could not refuse a ladies demands, lifting her legs over his shoulders, and pushing himself slowly into her milky depths. She was so hot, so tight, so giving; he could not help but want more of her. Steadily he worked his cock into her until she was filled completely, his head pushing against her cervix, her fingers digging into his upper arms. "Oh yes Dick, yes, harder Dick, fuck me harder." He was a man on a mission now, driving his cock deeper and harder into her as she bit her bottom lip, holding in her cries of pleasure. How he wished she had been free to scream, to cry out the full force of her lust. Ripping open her blouse, he watched her breasts giggle and bounce as he worked his body over hers. The forcefulness of his act was enough to set her on fire, wave after wave of pulsing orgasm surged through her, her pussy gripping and milking his cock until his cream spilled into her, filing her love hole with his seed. She reached out for him, pulling him to her and kissing him sweetly. "Is there anything else I can help you with Detective Osborn?" He brushed the hair from her face and kissed the end of her cute little nose. "Well, there is one thing. You can tell me when you have your next day off so I can take you to dinner, or have you for dinner, which ever you prefer." Her grin was wicked but her eye's sparkled. "How about both?" She giggled. He chuckled, lifting himself off her body and pulling up his pants. "I think you have a deal miss. What is your name? I can't go around calling you miss all the time." She blushed a little at his gentlemanly gesture. "Maggy, Maggy Wills, and tomorrow is my day off." He kissed her forehead, doing up his fly and picking up his camera. "Perhaps tomorrow will be more of a day on, than a day off Maggy, I'll pick you up at seven for breakfast. Now if you would be so kind as to get me out of here with being attacked by more lawn ornaments, I would be in your debt." There was a laugh behind them and he turned to see Lee standing there. Apparently she had watched him making love to the maid and was quite impressed. "Well, we can't have you getting damaged now, can we Dick? Come, I'll show you to the gate." Back in his office, Dick plugged the camera into his computer and printed out some of the better frames to give to Miss DeLuth, and made a copy of the short pounding Drake gave Lee as well. The original held the delightful session that he'd had with Maggy, something to look back over on cold and lonely nights. Looking out the office window he could see the sun was beginning to rise, and there was only time for a short nap before he was due to pick Maggy up for breakfast. No sooner had he lain back on the sofa than there was a knock at the door. With a curse, he got up and answered it, wondering who in the hell would be here at this time of night. It was Kitty, standing there in a full-length fur coat and an expression on her face that cried out bitch. "You don't waste any time do you?" he walked back to his desk, opened the top draw and flicked open the envelope with her name on it, letting the film slide out of it and back into the draw. For some reason, his conscience would not allow him give her that much of Lee's privacy. "I only have pictures, it's the best I could do. You can forget the other ten grand, take the pictures and we'll call it even." For some reason he wanted to put as much distance between him self and this dame as possible. Without another word, she turned and left his office, her wiggling ass a pretty sight as it vanished out the door. Returning to the sofa, he decided it was time for a career change, something he would consider after breakfast, or maybe after lunch. Perhaps Lee could find him a suitable position at the estate, who knew, but for now, he was reasonably happy man, and intended staying that way.