1 comments/ 11571 views/ 2 favorites The New Job Ch. 02 By: Slightlysolied For the next week the conversation over lunch consumed her thoughts. 'How far would she be willing to go?' During the day they both remained professional. They guarded their flirting so as not to attract unwanted attention. Home was a different story. There her mind drifted as she lay in bed fantasizing about sucking and fucking him in every position imaginable. But try as she could it just never seemed to work out. With kids to get ready for school and a husband off to work, getting out of the house early proved damned impossible. By the time she got to work the office was already a buzz. Just seeing the cars parked in the driveway frustrated her. Then to see him already dressed sitting at his desk she was ready to scream. Today would be different. Today was her day. Gunning the engine, the tires of her Mustang screeched on the pavement in front of her house. Thank goodness, this early in the day Denver is like a ghost town. She hated highways and took every opportunity to take the smaller streets to avoid the heavy traffic. Catching a stoplight she contemplated, 'what in the hell are you doing? You're 34 years old for Christ sake, its one thing to tease, but what will you do if he is there?, how far am I prepared to go?' In her previous life Carol, like most of us, had been a risk taker. But that was years ago, now she was MWK. 'I don't know what I am' she thought. My life is boring. I need some excitement. Adventure. With her mind filled with life's questions she hardly noticed the final intersection. Ahead lay the long driveway leading to their office. Crossing the railroad tracks her heart skipped a beat. The gate to the office was unlocked. 'Thats a good sign.' she thought. If no one was there it would be locked. She spotted his truck parked in front. Only his. "Yes". A devilish smile came across her face as she parked next to his. Taking a deep breath she composed herself before grabbing her purse and walked inside. Through the front door Carol stopped at her desk, only long enough to drop off her purse. Next she picked up her coffee mug and headed for the lunch room. This was her regular routine. She wasn't asked to but because she needed coffee she made sure a pot was always brewing. She noted the time on the clock hanging on the wall and knew that no one else should be arrive for at least hour. Perhaps more. 'Don't appear to anxious.' she thought to herself. She took a deep breath. 'Breath through your eyes Carol, breath through your eyes.' It was something she had heard him tell people to help them calm down. Music was blaring in the back room. 'He still working out.' she thought. As she entered the lunch room she caught movement towards the back room. Stopping she watched as he walked towards the shower unaware that she had seen him. "Wai..!" started to come out of her mouth but she held back. Setting down her coffee mug she started a fresh pot of coffee and headed toward the back. There were two entrances to the shower rooms. Carol walked to the back passing through another empty office. She could hear the shower running as she approached the open back door. Nervous she stood at the back door peeking in. Her heart racing. Just as she was getting up the courage to walk in she heard the water turn off. 'He's getting out of the shower.' She could feel a warmth rising between her legs. As the shower curtain parted Steve stepped out, water glistening off his chiseled body. Grabbing his towel he ran it through his long hair. 'Oh my!' she gasped louder then she had anticipated. His head swiveled in the direction of the sound. He smiled seeing Carol stare at him. Since their luncheon her mind had conjured up what he might look like under his t-shirt and jeans. Those thoughts fell far short as he stood naked before her. Working out looked good on him. Immediately upon seeing her, his cock sprang to life. Its helmet shaped head rising on its hardening shaft. 'All the way.' she thought to herself. 'I'm prepared to go all the way.' She was pleased that she could make him respond this way and now ached for him to plunge it deep inside her hot wet pussy. "Drop the towel and come over here." She spoke. He dropped the towel and slowly walked towards her. With each step his rock hard cock swung. Her eyes stared at his harden tool and she pursed her lips. As he stopped in front of her she reached out wrapping her fingers around his engorged shaft. His cock grew thicker towards his balls. "Man you're thick." she moaned as she squeezed, a clear droplet of ooze emerged out of the head. Carol quickly dropped to her knees flicking her tongue at the ooze that was dripping from the head. It tasted sweet and salty as she drew it back to her lips. Her mouth widened as she engulfed the helmet shaped head. She could feel it swell the more she sucked. 'Mmmm.' She swirled her tongue around the head sucking the juices from it. With 3" of cock buried in her mouth her hand began stroking his balls. From his groans and the way his body moved she knew he was enjoying it. Temporarily she released her it from her mouth, "God you taste great." she exclaimed taking a deep breath before going down again. Reaching one hand through his spread legs she cupped his tight butt and pulled him deeper into her eager mouth. Her lips stretched as she attempted to take the entire length down her throat. Stopping for another breath he pulled her to her feet. "But..." She pouted. "Soon, very, soon you can have as much as you like." He walked her to the conference table in the lunch room. Slowly he undressed her, enjoying every unclothed part as he went. As her underwear came off he lifted her onto the table spreading her legs wide. With his fingers he squeezed some ooze out of his shaft thoroughly coating her nipples and running some across her chin before she lay back. He was in awe as he stared at her nakedness. Her pussy lips pouted at him as he knelt down between her legs. He traced the outside of her lips gently with his fingers before diving into her sweet juices. As his tongue thrust in and out her hands gripped his hair pushing his tongue deeper and deeper inside. "oooh, god that feels so good." She cried out. "Don't stop!" He continued to tongue fuck her til her hips spasmed in ecstasy. Her hips quivering he licked his way up her stomach and across her breasts licking the ooze from her nipples. "Roll over onto your hands and knees." He ordered. He moved up onto the table rubbing the head of his hard rod around her swollen pussy lips. Her back arched as she moaned. "I want you in me." She moaned. With hands on her hips, his cock slid easily into her wet pussy. "Ooohhh my god you feel so good." she uttered. He stopped with about 3/4 of his cock inside, giving her time to breathe. "You ready?" he whispered. "Yes." she answered. Slowly he pushed ever deeper until his balls pressed tightly against her pussy lips. As he did she let out a high pitched groan. "Oh yes, Oh yes, yes." she moaned. "Fuck me hard." He now thrust in and out of her tight snatch. Her breasts bouncing in rhythm to his balls hitting her neatly trimmed bush. Before long he felt her muscles squeeze tight around his cock and she screamed. Her pussy seemed electrified. She leaned forward resting her breasts on the wood table. As her breathing slowed he leaned in close giving her a slow wet kiss in the small of her back. Carol asked, "god that felt good but did you cum to?" "Not yet, I'm saving it." "Mmmm for what?" Her mind clouded over from the intense fucking. "To see if you're as good as you say." She smiled knowing what was next. 'Bring it on baby. Bring it on.' Her snatch reluctantly released its grasp on his still hard cock. It glistened with a mixture of precum and pussy juices. "Lay on your back." His words gentle as he climbed off the table. She was intrigued by what was to come when she again felt his tongue exploring the depths of her pussy. "Mmmm mmm you taste so good." he said as he spun her around. Never in her life had a guy licked her after fucking. And it felt tremendous. He positioned her shoulders so they were just touching the end of the table. He kissed her deeply on the mouth. With her head dangling over the edge he stood up, his dripping hard cock inches from her face. As he reached for her breasts her lips again parted, her tongue reaching for its prize. Lapping at its head she knew she was in for a treat. Squeezing her breasts he began gently thrusting his hips forward his cock disappearing into her ever widening mouth. Inch by inch his shaft entered into her mouth. "Oh my! You are incredible." he groaned. Never in his life had a woman taken so much of him and it felt amazing. Neither had Carol but she had never been this turned on before. She could feel his head deep in her throat. Her body began to shake as a second orgasm took her. She gargled helplessly as her hips shook. His eyes rolled back in his head. Slowly he plunged his cock in and out of her beautiful mouth, his balls bouncing against her nose. She licked and sucked like a woman possessed until streams of hot white cream ejaculated deep in her throat. Carol held him tight as the last throes of energy pulsed through his body. Finally his cock slid out of her wanting lips and Carol sat up. A dribble of cum ran down her chin. "It looks good on you." he said. "but you probably shouldn't keep it there when everyone shows up." "Then you'll have to remove it." she smiled. With a flick of his finger he wiped it off her face. "Hmm, Any ideas of what should I do with this?" She held out her coffee cup and offered. "Rub it all over the edge so that all day I can taste you." Exhausted he lifted her from the table. "You know this could be my new morning workout routine." "You never know." The New Job Ch. 03 This is a continuation of the story, The New Job. Loosely based on characters and events occurring in my past that persist in my mind. I recommend, if you haven't already, reading the first two chapters. As in all my stories, characters are all over the age of 18. Hope you enjoy. - Slightly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The pale white glow emanates from her iPad as it casts dancing shadows across the wall of her darkened bedroom. A girlfriend directed her to this website and now Carol has an insatiable appetite. Her finger scrolls down the page then touching the edge of the screen lightly she swipes quickly to her left. Eyes absorb row after row of the type written erotica. She has scanned through all the category's but has found Erotic Coupling's fuel her fantasies. For now. Beginning with the newest posts then probing deeper into the archives. She is now deep into her fourth story. Some, like the second one she read, were amusing. Others catch her yawning before she gets through the first chapter. Then there are those, like this current story, which excite, causing cannons to go off. Muscles begin to contract. Areola tightens causing her nipples to stand erect. Moisture floods her pussy like the Mississippi in spring. 'How high's the water mama?' She sings the verse in her head. 'Six feet high and rising.' As the story evolves she catches herself panting. Yes, this story. The words ignite a burning desire deep inside. "He brought her to the verge of an orgasm with his hands and tongue." The story becomes real as she feels his tongue dance across her clitoris. His fingers probing, massaging her engorged lips. She reaches for Steve where he waits patiently on the nightstand. Smooth to her touch. Drawing him first to her lips, she flicks her tongue across the bullet shaped tip. 'Come to momma', she whispers. Her legs part as she lifts them from beneath the covers. She sits up straighter, pushing back against the headboard. Pillows on either side. Her eyes reading, line after line, as Steve hums against her swollen lips. Her breasts heaved with emotion. "Then suddenly slid his cock deep inside her." The iPad drops softly to the bedside. She is enraptured as she pushes it deeper. Hips gyrate. A hand goes to her breast. Twisting. Pulling. Pinching. "Oooh." she coos. Her hand now sopping wet as it guides Steve in and out. Out and in. A mixture of pussy juice and sweat flows like a river down the inside of her thighs. With each thrust she envisions the weight of his body. Balls slapping a perfect tempo against her rear. Like an orchestral piece. Her hand the conductor. Bringing all the instruments together. Building. BUILDING.. BUILDING. "Yes, Yes, Oh my fucking god, YES! she screams. Legs clamp down tightly as her feet push up. Her back arches as jolts of electricity surge through her body. The FINALE. As the applause subsides she turns Steve off, though not quite ready to release him from her depths. She loves the way he fills her. Exhausted, her body relaxes. Breathing slows. Sweat like dew races across her taut skin. She takes a deep breath, holding it. Until finally Steve finds his way back to the nightstand. With all the energy she can muster up, she lifts her IPad, finishing the last three lines of the story. This has become her evening ritual. At least for the past week. Since her tryst with the real Steve on the conference table. She pulls the duvet over her shoulders rolling onto her side. No sooner had her green eyes closed when she's fast asleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday. Off to work. The kids are staying over at some friends house. Now relaxed Carol had high hopes for tonight. Finally Steve and I will get some alone time together. Arriving promptly at 8:00 she headed in to the lunch room to start the morning coffee. The office was abuzz with activity. "Whats going on?" she asked the LT, as she set down her purse. "Out late last night." he explained. "Guys got a lead on a big narcotics dealer coming into town tonight." This was the part of the job that Carol hated. Who knows how long they will be out. She had that bummed look as she walked by Steve's desk. He was sitting with his back to her as she sat down at the neighboring desk. "So I take it we're probably off for tonight?" she pouted. "Looking like it." he turned in his chair to face her. She could read the disappointment in his sky blue eyes. "Part of the job." "Well this is the part I hate." she voiced. Calmly he spoke, "Me too. but crime doesn't rest." "Well maybe it should." she got up, heading to the lunch room. Steve following right behind. Changing the subject Steve pronounced, "Have you seen the new car we seized last night?" "Where?" she asked. "Its in the bay. Paperwork's on your desk." he chimed in. Part of Carol's job was to oversee all seizures in the office. Drugs, firearms, vehicles, and money. Drugs looked good on the stats but they all had to be destroyed. Same with guns. Vehicles were okay, except by the time the paperwork went through the court system most of them needed overhauled. Money was the best. Coffee made, Carol poured herself a cup. "Let's go see it." At the far end of the office was a large garage where all vehicles waiting to be seized were stored. A Bentley. Not just any Bentley but a Mulsanne. Black. And not just any black. Anthracite Metallic black to be exact. It was nothing short of gorgeous. In the time that Carol had been working for the task force they had gotten in Escalades, Navigators, H2's, etc... but nothing, nothing compared to the vehicle before her now. Eager to know more about it she asked, "How'd you guys come across this?" "Caught him transporting a 25 brick's of coke. And a gun on the front seat." Satisfied with the answer, "That's what I like to hear." She walked around peering into the spacious autumn leather interior. "Can I sit in it?" He started to say, "Go ahead, it will soon be the governments." Before getting behind the wheel she was in lust. The leather seats caressed her firm ass. Steve caught her looking into the expansive back seat. "Big enough to..." he began. "Fuck in." she blurted. "I was going to say big enough to carry a small army, but I like what you're thinking." he chuckled. He could see the wheels turning in her head. She turned to leave, "We better get back to our desks before I drag you inside and fuck your brains out." "Sounds fantastic. Maybe later." he mused as they walked back into the office. Throughout the remainder of the day Carol was inundated with paperwork. Before heading out at the end of the day she took one last look inside the Bentley. "Just the smell of it makes me horny." Steve was on the streets when he received Carol's text. ~ Heading home. When you get done give me a call. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was around 9 when Carol noticed her phone light up. A text. Setting her IPad down she reads the text from Steve. 'Be out late, call if you get a chance.' It was Friday night. 'Maybe he's thinking of stopping by after work.' she hoped. Carol envisioned Steve in some rat infested crack house somewhere. Pointing his gun at some drug dealing gangster. She didn't like these thoughts, but since that was his job, well let's just say it comes with the territory. ~ U still out? ~ Yes. will be awhile. on surveillance. Her teeth nervously nibbled on the inside of her cheek and typed, ~ Can you talk? A minute went by. ~ Sure. gimme 5. Ring "What took you so long?" she questioned. He laughed. "We were just following someone and I had to wait til he landed." "So you're through for the night?" hoping he would say yes and she could persuade him to come over. "Not yet." She pouted. "What are you doing right now?" he asked hoping to change the subject. She answered curtly. "Reading." "Nice. May I ask what you're reading?" trying to keep the conversation going. "Literotica." "Mmmm, any good ones?" "Not really. just the usual. Fucking and sucking." she giggled and hinted. "Maybe you could read me a story?" Heat rising in her vagina. "Wanna liven up my evening?" After a short pause he began. "Well maybe i could do better than read a story. Are you up for some adventure?" "Absolutely!" "Well then let's see...would I be correct in assuming that you are already naked?" She loved being naked. At least when the kids were out. Lucky for her, tonight the kids were staying over at a friends house. "You would be correct in your assumption." she was liking this game already. Now let's make things interesting. "I want you to walk downstairs." he ordered. "Let me know when you get to the bottom of the stairs." he could hear her footsteps walking across her hardwood floors. Moments later. "I'm there." "Go to the living room window and open the curtains." he continued. "Wha..." she started to object. "Hey... it was you who wanted your evening livened up. Now do it." he pushed. Before walking over to the large living room window Carol made sure all the lights were out in her house. Standing to one side, she pulled the cord opening the floor to ceiling curtains. Around the edge of the curtains she peered to see if anyone else in the neighborhood was awake. A couple of lights were on across the street, but all the vehicles on the street were dark. "Okay, they're open." he could hear the anxiousness in her voice. "What do you want me to do next?" "Go into the kitchen..." as he spoke Carol overheard his police radio go off. "Do you gotta go?" she asked hoping that the answer was no. After a long pause, "Not yet." he spoke. "They're just checking in. See who's still awake." Now where was I." Happy to continue she said, "You had me go to the kitchen. Now what do you want me to do?" "Kind of bossy aren't you?" he kidded. "Sorry." He continued. "Look in your refrigerator and tell me if you have a cucumber." He could hear the door open and the sliding of the crisper drawer. "Yes I do." she answered. She was pretty sure where this conversation was going and it excited her. 'He will now ask me to go upstairs with the cucumber.' "Now turn on the lights in your living and dining rooms." This was not what she had planned. "Whaa..." "Chicken are we?" he joked. Not giving up so quickly she spouted, "No. but..." "But what. You think someone might see you? Naked in your own home?" "Uh yes." "Would you rather I ask you to go outside on your front lawn?" she could hear the amusement in his voice. "You wouldn't!" "Try me." "Okay, okay, okay I'll play along. Please just don't make me go outside." "So are your lights on?" he asked again. Little did she know he was now parked across the street from her house in the back seat of the Bentley and was watching as the lights came on. "Yes." she sighed. He could now see clearly inside. "Go stand in front of the window with your cucumber." He could see her slowly creeping over to the window on her hands and knees. Her head swiveling from side to side to see if anyone was looking. Quickly she shot up, cucumber in hand, and immediately dropped back down to the floor. "Okay I did it." "I don't believe you." he retorted. "Don't believe me, but I did." she snorted her eyes still darting back and forth. Not wanting to give away that he was close by he said, "I believe you. but now I want you to stand in front of the window for five minutes and... act like you're sucking on the cuke." he grinned to himself. "You're crazy!" she shrieked. "Crazy imagining what you are doing." he responded knowing exactly what to say that would calm her down. "Just imagine it's me." She hesitated for just a moment then sarcastically, "Oh this is bigger than you." He could see her giggling. "Funny, very funny. Let me know when to start counting." With a last look around Carol leaving the phone on the ground, stood up in all her glory. With the cuke held tightly in both hands she began. From his vantage point it appeared to be a fairly large for a cucumber. Perhaps ten inches long and at least 7 inches in girth. But she was definitely putting on a show. As her hands guided the cuke in and out of her mouth Steve became harder and harder. He squirmed in his seat trying to relieve some of the pressure of his ever expanding 501's. Her eyes closed, he could see her ample breasts heaving as she breathed, calling to him. Her hips began swaying slowly to an unheard rhythm. 'Come on Carol spread those legs', he thought to himself. As if she heard him she placed her right foot up onto the coffee table. With her legs apart Steve could make out her small runway pointing to her swollen lips. Her right hand dropped to her slit, her fingers parting and stroking. As she did her head leaned back, as if to look at the ceiling. Her short strawberry blonde mane fell across both sides of her neck. Stretching her lips around the green phallus, Steve became mesmerized as it went deeper and deeper down her throat. 'Oh yeah baby, take it all.' his mind encouraged. It was all he could do to not run over there right then and fuck her brains out. The alarm went off other phone signaling the end of five minutes. Releasing it from her mouth Carol dropped to the ground. "Whew. That was harder than I thought!" she gasped then chuckled at her choice of words. "Difficult... I meant difficult." "Yeah right." Steve teased, "You got me hard just imagining what you were doing." "Mmm. Well if you'd come over I could show you." "Hopefully we'll get done with this surveillance and I will." Excitement grew as her nervousness dissipated, "So what have you conjured up for me now?" "You're sure you don't want to go outside?" Steve asked again. There was a very long pause. He could hear her breathing deeply holding back the fear when she came back on the line. "I might..." she started, "but what would I have to do?" Never did he expect her to go this far. Truthfully if it wasn't for him being right there watching he figured she would haver been lying in her bed making up all of this. Just to play along. But after exposing herself in the window he wondered what would she not do. "Well?" she asked again. "How about.. first you walk out onto your front lawn. Then lie down on your back in the grass and make love to your new boyfriend." He laughed. "Whattt!" again she shrieked. "I can't believe you'd make me do that." "I'm not making you do anything. You asked. If you don't want, just go back up stairs and read your stories." he chided. After another very long pause he saw the front door open and Carol's head peek out. It was a warm August night. The stars were out and the crickets were chirping their songs. Leaving the door cracked open she stepped out onto the front porch. Hesitating for only a moment, she hurriedly jumped onto the lawn and lay down. The coolness of the grass was exhilarating to her skin. Her heart pounding with fear of getting caught. "God this is fun." she thought to herself. "Living on the edge." She spread her legs. With the fingers of her right hand she held apart her steaming hot pussy lips, while guiding the cuke deep inside. Within seconds she was bucking up and down. He could tell she was trying hard not to scream. Seeing her distracted by the joy of ecstasy, he rolled down the rear side window and could hear her groaning like a wild animal. The cucumber moving in and out between her legs. Her back arched. Her hips lifting her rear off the ground. As her moans subsided the buzzing of a phone sent her into a panic. Fumbling around on the lawn she looked at the display. 'Steve.' Breathless she answered. "What now?" "Am I too late?" he snickered. "For what?" she queried. "Look across the street." As the fog of her orgasm passed she looked across and saw Steve's head poking out of the rear window of the Bentley. "You fucker!" she screamed, then remembered she was outside. Her eyes darting side to side to see if she had awaken the neighborhood. Satisfied that she hadn't, she ran naked across the street. "You fucker." her voice a little lower as she approached the car. He laughed holding the door open. "I told you I was on surveillance." "You fucker. You been here the whole time. Haven't you?" Already knowing the answer to her question. The New Job Ch. 04 Pushing him back Carol straddled his face. Steve was enveloped in the fragrance of pussy and cucumber. His large hands reached around her hips cupping her firm butt and drew her closer. He always loved being between a woman's legs. Licking. Sucking. Teasing with his tongue. As he lapped at the juices running down his chin she ran her fingers over the bulge in his jeans where his rock hard cock was yearning for freedom. She was close and desperately desired to have his cock deep in her throat before she came. 'With any luck we will both cum at the same time.' the thought made her ravenous. She could feel the head of his cock pressing firmly against the top button of his jeans. Her prize would soon be released. "Tally ho." a strange voice echoed, breaking their heated groans and concentration. Carol froze. Her fingers gripping Steve's waistband. "Fuck." came the muffled sound between her legs. Those two words meant only one thing. Surveillance was back on and the target was on the move. In one fluid motion Steve's arm shot out grabbing his police radio, which had fallen onto the floorboards, while crawling out from under Carol. Keying the mic he responded. "Victor 5 clear." "What was that?" Carol stammered, moving over to the side. Steve quickly dove into the front seat. "The guy we are surveilling has just left his residence." 'How quickly Steve's attention had changed.' Carol thought. 'Police mode.' She sat quietly back watching in amazement at his transformation. The Bentley roared to life and within seconds they were off down the street . Luckily, the target lived close by. Soon, Steve had caught up with the other members of his team but stayed back a distance. The Bentley, a high profile car, was really not built for surveillance. Once seen, the risk of being made increased. It was while contemplating that thought when he looked in the rear view mirror. There was Carol's stunned face looking back. Her smile overlaid with fear. "Oh shit." the words escaped his mouth. "Shit, shit, shit. Sorry babe. "I forgot to let you out." His mind raced. "It'll be okay. I'll get you back to your house." A combination of panic and excitement rose in Steve. If caught it could be his career. But there was just something definitely exciting to have a naked woman in his back seat. Scenario's ran through his mind. Perhaps the target would double back allowing Steve time to drop Carol back off at her house. But from the direction he was heading it was unlikely. Maybe he's just out for a late night snack. On the other hand, one he didn't really want to consider, the target could be headed south. To the border. Looking down at the large black duffle bag next to him on the seat an idea began to form. Steve had learned that In his line of work, the probability of traveling out of state on drug cases was certain. As such, every investigator was expected to carry with them any items they deemed necessary. Along with binoculars, cameras, and other surveillance equipment, Steve had packed an extra set of clothes. Quickly, he reached into the unzipped top grabbed hold of the extra large black t-shirt he had packed and tossed it back to Carol. "Put this on." Carol was happy to slip the large shirt over her head pulling it down across her knees. She looked back at Steve in the mirror. "Thanks." "Will get through this." Steve said calmly. "Hopefully he's not going to the border." "Why?" Carol questioned. "If he does, we won't be back for a couple of days." Steve left it at that. A minute later the realization of what Steve said sunk in. "Two days." the panic in her voice came out. "Or three. Usually we're not out more than three." "Three." Carol repeated. "Look, that's only a worst case scenario. It's more likely he's going to meet his source." ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Thirty minutes later on the south side of Denver surveillance aired that target's burnt orange colored Humvee pulled into the parking lot of the Inverness hotel. Steve was requested to follow the target inside. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Steve whispered to Carol as he stepped out into the brightly lit parking lot. The target had been inside for two minutes before the automatic doors parted and Steve stepped into the main lobby. He appeared to be leaned over signing paperwork as Steve walked past, pretending to be a guest. "423." Steve overheard the clerk say. 'He''s getting a room.' Steve concluded as he watched the clerk hand the target a room key. The target hoisted a small blue daypack over one shoulder and headed for the elevator not once looking at Steve. 'Careless.' Steve thought as the clerk looked up. "Good evening, may I help you?" Politely Steve answered. "A room please." Reaching into his back pocket Steve feigned. "Oh shit, I forgot my wallet. Give me a minute." and hurried out the main lobby doors. Getting back into the Bentley, Steve announced over the radio that the target had gotten a room for the night. "423." Having landed the target, Steve was sure the sergeant would call off surveillance allowing all investigators to head home. Tonight would not be the case. "Steve, I need you to go back inside and get a room across from the targets if possible. We need eyes inside." the sergeant's voice came over the radio. "Clear." replied Steve. "What are we gonna do?" Carol's voice peaked. Handing her his phone Steve spoke, "Here's my phone, when I get inside I'll call and give you the room. Come up and I'll let you in." Steve shut the door and walked back to the main lobby returning to the front desk. With luck again on his side Steve, using his undercover ID, was able to get the room across from 423. After settling in Steve picked up the hotel phone and called Carol. "Victor 5." the voice announced. There appears to be a white female wearing nothing but a black shirt approaching the lobby. Be aware she may be going up to the target's room." "Victor 5 clear." Steve grinned. "You have the camera set up yet?" Steve's sergeant asked over the radio. "Setting up now." Steve replied as he opened the door for Carol. Once inside, Steve placed the small video transmitter into the peephole and turned the switch on. "You should be live, Sarge." Seconds later the sergeant's voice came on. "Ten four. Coming in clear. Stay there until there's movement." "Clear." Steve breathed a sigh of relief. "Can we get back to where we were before being so rudely interrupted?" Carol said as she removed the black t-shirt, pushing Steve back onto the bed. Steve's voice of approval was muffled as Carol pressed her wanting slit against his awaiting lips. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ With hand wrapped around the base of his cock she lifted it from off Steve's firm abs. She gazed at it intently. His balls seemed to undulate. His thick shaft, throbbing as she squeezed. Her eyes followed the veins up to the crown of it's swollen head. A small clear pearl forming in the tip. She squeezed and pulled upward. The pearl became a stream, running gracefully down, down, down his shaft. Skillfully her outstretched tongue flicked at this lustrous precum. A thin strand now connected the two. Back and forth she twirled her tongue wrapping it like a cocoon while her hips pumped up and down on his face. He could tell she was close. Drawing it into her mouth she orgasmed, flooding Steve with her sweet nectar. As Carol shuddered, Steve's throbbing cock penetrated her lips. Steve groaned in pleasure sending Carol into a cock sucking frenzy. She wanted, No, she needed him to fuck her mouth. Releasing her grip on his cock moving both hands around to his ass cheeks. She kept her jaw slack until her nose pressed against his balls before applying suction. Steve was ready to explode but Carol wasn't finished quite yet. Feeling it rise she quickly grasped tightly around the base of his cock while withdrawing it from her mouth. "Not yet, not yet." she panted. She continued to squeeze as her mouth resumed its sucking action. With one final suck she liberated it from her mouth, precum and saliva splattering down her chin and onto her breasts. It was at that moment she released her grip. Immediately Steve exploded sending a huge white ribbon of cum over her right shoulder. Carol giggled. She directed the remaining waves over various parts of her body. As the flow subsided Carol leaned over his cum covered cock gulping it down. "Tally ho." said the voice on the radio.