1 comments/ 15248 views/ 0 favorites Case 26: Bad Girls On Voyeur Street By: fatallyunique It was an unseasonably chilly and dark day in the city, but I was rather comfortable and relaxed. As I sipped my scotch on the rocks and gazed at the clouds, I mused about the murder case that I had just solved. It wasn't a particularly difficult one as I had recently adopted a new theory on crime. There is always a woman involved. And women could make even the most intelligent boy scout kill. Ok, so maybe it wasn't fully tested, and maybe I was a little biased since my wife took off with some loser from Europe, and caused me to swear off women for good. But still, it seemed true enough and it kept me content. I glared into the dark sky outside my window. All of a sudden a strange feeling washed over me. It was a very odd feeling that reminded me of how I felt the day Jennifer ran out. A warning? I wasn't so comfortable anymore…worse yet someone was approaching my office. What was I being warned about? "It's probably nothing," I thought, "Besides, I'm a professional." I put on my work face and focused on the situation. I quickly forgot about the feeling. The door opened slowly and a heavenly silhouette appeared against a bright hall lit background. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a beautiful brunette with long curly hair, sharp hazel eyes, and a very well filled pink blouse that didn't extend all the way to her small jet-black miniskirt. Capping it off she wore expensive black lace shoes at the end of her long perfect legs. I stared at her, taken aback by her beauty. "Hello, I'm Kara Moorwood, are you the famous private detective?" she said in sharp, assertive voice. "Famous?" I was instantly on my game. "Do you mean…notorious?" A devilish grin appeared on her luscious lips. "Of course" she said as she approached a little closer. "I'm looking for a man that's a little…unconventional." She turned her head slightly and gazed deeply through the window beside me and added, "That's why I came to you. I need someone that doesn't just act out a formula from a textbook. Someone a little different, even a little…bad." The way she didn't look at me when she talked was infuriating. I wanted to gaze into her amazing eyes. I NEEDED to get lost in them. It made me angry and that leaked into my voice. "There are plenty of people on the force that do that these days. I'm actually kinda busy…." My voice trailed off as she returned her gaze to me. "I guess I was also looking for some…personal attention," she cooed. She slowly looked me up and down, sending a slight shiver through my body. Trying to break the trance, I spoke sharply, "So what exactly is the problem." She moved her hand quickly over her mouth in a practiced pantomime of surprise. "Please don't get angry. You're my only hope." "I apologize. Please tell me how I could help you," I said with exaggerated empathy. Her face became very serious and her beautiful eyes locked on mine. She had me hanging on her every word. "I…I'm being followed. Wherever I go, whatever I do, I catch someone spying on me in the corner of my eye." Again she turned slightly away from me and gazed out the window in that infuriating way. "I don't understand what they could possibly want," she said. I couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't stare at her. Her curves were perfect from any angle and from any distance. I couldn't contain a minute chuckle. The chuckle brought her gaze thankfully back to me. "Do you think the case is too… hard?" she asked sheepishly. I could tell she was attempting a play on words. "Nothing is TOO hard, or maybe I should say, the harder, the more worth it." I let it sink in for a second. " But that's not the point I-" She cut me off. "Sir," she said as she slowly leaned closer and closer, "I'm… scared. I need someone. I'm not sure what this creep wants with me. And well… I'm not big enough or strong enough… like you." Her body was close enough for me to feel its heat, and having those perfectly round breasts bursting out of her shirt only inches away from me put me in something of a trance. Even my penis was enthralled and, well… reaching for them. I had no choice but to take the case… I just couldn't imagine my lips forming the word "no". I surrendered. "OK, I'll take the case." She smiled almost wickedly and pulled away. "Thank you, sir," she said in a voice lacking any trace of surprise. "One more thing," I said, "In most stalker cases the stalker is someone you know. Could you tell me about anyone close to you that would act strangely in any way." "Well, I haven't had a man in my life in a long… long time," she stated in a slow and suggestive voice. This was getting ridiculous. My hormones were racing. After a long pause she continued, "But I recently quit my job at the Aphrodite Strip Club and it didn't exactly end up on good terms. Big Jake, the head of the joint, wasn't greatly pleased that I left. I don't know anymore than that. I hope that… helps." One last time she fired her electric gaze up and down my body. Then she gave me a coy wave, slowly turned around and walked away, wagging her rear tantalizingly. Her butt was perky and tight as a basketball and it left my eyes glued to it until she finally left. Just like that, she had sauntered in, shook up my life, and sauntered out, leaving me burning with desire and with more work to do. I downed the rest of my scotch. "Women," I muttered. ********************************************* My head was spinning, my dick was hard, and I felt unpleasant all over when I woke up. I was feeling more mixed emotions than I had since when I was with Jennifer. I rolled out of bed and slowly made my way to the refrigerator. As I chugged a Budweiser, I thought about how screwed up I had become over something so simple. I couldn't help but feel a trick abound and worse yet I couldn't help but feel determined to solve the case. "This woman is powerful," I thought, "Her eyes, her tits- I have to go get started." I cancelled my schedule for the day, got dressed, and practically ran out the door. I spent the whole day interviewing people, but by the time the sun went down, I only had two things. Big Jake, the owner of the Aphrodite Strip Club, was somewhat of a pimp for the girls, and the easiest and only good way to find out anything else was just to ask around there. I set out to do just that. The Aphrodite Club was decent as strip clubs go. It was smoky, had interesting lighting, and also a large VIP room for which it was famous. Seeing the familiar sign with the barely-clad woman made me anxious. I hadn't been there in a long time and it brought back bad memories of lonely days and failed marriages. However, I was on a mission that day. I walked in, through the shadows and smoke, and into a booth at the right side of the stage. There, a very young blonde was finishing up her act. She still had on a cowboy hat, black boots, and a large belt, but nothing else. I could tell that this was one of her first times on stage. She was nervous and barely doing more than spinning and moving her hips back and forth, but it was enough to wake up my shlong a little. I drank some scotch and enjoyed my self for a while. I began to get comfortable. Just then a black-haired beauty strolled over and aroused my interest… among other things. She was giving me more attention than anyone else, and I decided to pick her for my investigation. Her act was great. She went by the name Candy and she came out with black glasses, a tight white blouse, long plaid stockings, black platform boots, and a plaid skirt. She was playing on the schoolgirl fantasy and she was good at it. I imagined that I was in the back of a big lecture room sucking on her ample tits as she gently jerked me off. She swung around the pole in a veteran's fashion, losing more and more clothes as she went. Soon, I was fully erect and dying for some play… plus I did have an investigation to continue. I was about to ask her to the VIP room, but she beat me to it. While I was leaning over to give her some money, she whispered in my ear tantalizingly, "Come spend some more time with me, and I guarantee you'll spend some more time… cumming." I was quickly convinced. I was so sexually frustrated that I NEEDED her. I told myself that it was all for the case, which made it easy to accept her invitation. Kara had started me off and Candy was driving me to the breaking point. I hadn't been this horny in a long time. Her show seemed to last for hours. It was so amazingly seductive and oddly personal. It seemed that she only looked at me the whole time. By the time she finished I had decided that she had the tightest and cutest shaved pussy that I had ever seen, and that she was definitely interested in me. After the next girl danced, I walked up to the VIP room, and was extremely happy to see Candy there. She had put back on the clothes that she shed. Boy, she was a sexy thing. She was so cute in her glasses and I was dying to get up her skirt and passed the small pink thong that was barely showing over her midsection. Oddly, she was the only one in the room, and she appeared to be waiting for me. "Did you come to see little old me?" she asked overly innocently. "It's possible that you may indeed have what I'm looking for." She stared at me innocently and gently bit on her pointer finger for what seemed like an eternity. "Well, what are you looking for?" I handed her a fifty and responded, "Well, I did come for someone with… flavor," She slowly took the bill. "They don't call me Candy for nothing," she purred. With that she roughly pushed me onto the nearest couch and leaned in close to my face. I reached over to help her release her beautiful breasts, but she quickly slapped my hand. "No, no I call the shots!" She said. She went from sweet and innocent to crazy and sex hungry in no time. This was one freaky girl. Suddenly, she jumped into my lap, and started grinding her ass into my crotch. She was going at it pretty hard, while using her dark eyes to stare me into submission. Then she abruptly stopped, ripped off her white shirt and bra revealing C-sized tits, and ordered me to suck on her nipples. "Now!" she commanded. I complied without hesitation. I started flicking my tongue on her left nipple while gazing into her powerful eyes. She let out a moan and slowly gyrated her hips over my crotch. "How does that taste?" she asked again in that innocent voice. Without waiting for a response, she retreated from my lap. Suddenly she slowed down and was back to the innocent girl from before. She bit on her left finger again in that girly way, and extended her right arm out, softly playing her right hand on the collar of my shirt. I watched with amazing lust as she swayed back and forth, making her bare tits bobble. I moaned in delight as she teased me by periodically laying her leg in my lap and arching backward with amazing flexibility. She kissed her finger and slowly pressed it against my lips. Then without warning she stepped back and slowly turned around. As she bent down at an infuriatingly sluggish pace, she tugged her thong down without removing her schoolgirl skirt. Sensing that I was desperate to catch a peak at her cooch, she reached back and lifted her skirt up. Her vagina was cute, tight, and shaved. But, without giving me a desirable amount of viewing time, she abruptly let the skirt fall back down. She stood up, arched her back, placed her hands over her hips, and looked over her shoulder, igniting me with her glare. It was like a page out of playboy. She held the pose long enough to make me nearly drool. Finally, she approached me again. I delighted when she returned to my lap. Now with her legs wrapped around my waist, there was just my jeans separating my stiff cock from her perfect pussy, and I could feel her wetness. However, as I went back to sucking on her nipple, I unexpectedly remembered the case. I had come here to help Kara. I tried to forget about it, but couldn't. What was wrong with me? I just couldn't get Kara out of my mind. I just couldn't fail at my task. "I need to ask you a question," I said, tilting my head from her breast. Without even responding, she pushed my head back down. Stubbornly, I turned back to look at her, but before I could even open my mouth, she pushed my head back down again… harder this time. I turned my head around again, this time catching her arm before she could push me again. "What do you want!" she shouted. The rough side of Candy was coming out again I leaned back against the couch and asked in an emotionless voice, "What do you know about Kara Moorwood?" "Shut up!" she cried as she jumped off me and pulled down her skirt at a lightning fast rate. "Play with my pussy!" she ordered. She was obviously annoyed, but I pursued it more knowing that she had information that I needed. "Tell me first," I doggedly demanded. She seemed to get nervous but responded, "Kara used to work here. She left recently and there is nothing else to tell. Now LICK IT!!!" She jumped back into my lap, stood up on my knees, and violently thrust her vagina into my face. No more than 2 tenths of a second had elapsed. Without missing a beat, I grabbed each of her boots in the corresponding hand and thrust my tongue into her slit obediently. How could a man resist a vagina when it is thrust in his face? I started at the base of her pussy, licking back and forth and made it up to her clit. As I reached the love button, she let out a moan. "Oooh, lick it. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Urged on, I moved my right thumb, pressed it against her asshole, and started to flick my tongue over her clitoris even faster. She let out a scream. "More!" she begged. I complied as best as I could, working harder and faster than I had ever done in my life. I could tell she was nearing orgasm, but then I abruptly stopped. Two could play at the sexual frustration game. "Go!" she shouted desperately, bucking her hips against me. "Not until you tell me what I need to know," I said defiantly." She didn't respond, but instead stared darts into my eyes and suddenly yanked off my pants and boxers, exposing my fully hardened prick with her patented lightning speed. "Whoa!" I cried surprised. "What-!" Just then, she dove mouth first onto my erection. She took half of my dick into her brilliantly lipsticked lips and then very slowly pulled out. I couldn't help but moan. I instantly surrendered to the fantasy of having a hot sorority girl service me during a large college class. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked from the tip, down to the base of my shaft and back up. Every nerve in my sex bone twitched at once. I started to thrust my dick rhythmically, lightly fucking her mouth. This seemed to excite her also as she began caressing her breast with her left hand, while she licked the sensitive head of my penis and stroked the shaft with her right hand. I was feeling a pleasure that I hadn't felt in a long, long time. More and more, she licked, sucked, and played. More and more, I moaned in delight. Eventually, I was seconds away from orgasm. My balls tightened in preparation and I moaned very loudly. I was at the brink-when suddenly something heavy hit me from behind and I blacked out. ************************************************ I woke up sitting in a weird room, on a cold floor, and in a complete state of confusion. I still had nothing on except my shirt, just the way Candy left me. I tried to get up but I found myself tied up around a pole. Saying that this was weird was an understatement. When my confusion faded I realized that my dick was not only still hard, but aching very badly and sticky with pre-cum. It was a really bad case of "blue balls." My skin was stretched to the limit and screaming for a release. I had just started to squirm when the door swung open and a figure appeared. I braced myself, hoping that it was Candy or any one of the girls. To my utter dismay, a large black man in a suit stepped out of the shadows. "So you must be the great private detective," he boomed in a deep voice. "How dare you walk into my club and act like an asshole." Uh oh, this was Big Jake, just the man I didn't want to see. I snarled, "Why am I tied-" "Shut up!" he interrupted. "You need to know something! These girls are like my daughters…you don't fuck with them! I would protect them to the end." I couldn't figure out what I did. All I knew was that I was sitting naked on the floor with my pre-cum soaked dick shriveling up and still burning with desire, and that I was pissed off. I shouted back at him, "If you love these girls so much then why are you stalking Kara Moorhead. What sick things do you have in store for her, ‘dad'!" He seemed truly taken aback. "What?" he yelled. "Sure," I continued, "This is one big family but when one starts to stray away from the unit. When she isn't bringing in the cash anymore, you do what… fuck with her head and eventually kill her!" He swung his heavy hand right across my face, then looked me in the eyes and yelled. "That's bullshit! You don't know what you are fucking talking about! I would never ever do that!" I was surprised by his apparent sincerely. Maybe I was wrong. "For your information, she didn't stray away! I made her leave! I literally had to bar the door when she came. And it wasn't cause' she did anything! She was too smart for this business. She had too much potential." I just stared at him. "She was the smartest girl I ever saw, and she could have easily been a doctor or lawyer," he continued, "but she liked having sex and playing with guys like toys." All I could manage in response was a weak "oh". Maybe I was wrong about him. He suddenly looked solemn, "I tried to make her understand that the power would eventually fade as she got older, but maybe I was wrong to push her." He glanced at me with some hurt in his eyes. "She's being stalked?" "I'm gonna help her!" I exclaimed oddly hopefully, despite my current position. His eyes lit up with more rage, "You!" Then the rage seemed to wash away as he realized that I really would help her. "You…" He said again, now suddenly somber. "You better watch out, Kara's a firecracker… and she's clever. And… please do help her." With that he untied me and just walked out of the room. There were no more words, no goodbye or anything. "Weird." I thought, as I quickly redressed. "Was he the stalker?" I didn't know. All I knew was that I needed to get out of the place, get home, and service my poor penis. And, that I'd be very hesitant to come back to that peculiar pussy palace. I quickly bolted off toward home. ********************************************* As soon as I walked in the door I heard my evil phone ringing. Letting out a string of curses, I ran to the kitchen and picked it up. A high and shaky voice greeted me on the other end. "This is Kara! I need you!" the voice cried. "He's back. The stalker. I-I saw him." "Calm down! Are you sure?" I said, trying to calm her down. "Yes!" she shrieked. "I didn't see his face but I saw his shadow move and even knock over one of my pots. I live at 223 Voyeur Street. Come now! Please!" I tried to say something, but she had already hung up, leaving that last "please" resonating in my ear. Hanging up the phone quickly, I dashed out the door and to my car. "I hope I get there in time," I thought. "I need to get there in time!" ************************************************* I approached the white Dutch colonial house at 223 Voyeur Street using all of my senses to scan for an intruder. The house looked normal and happy, but houses always do. It's amazing how they could look perfect and average on the outside, while concealing an array of exciting possibilities and dangers on the inside. I decided to check in the backyard. Trying to keep as quiet as possible, I lightly stepped around her backyard, keeping myself concealed in the trees. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The grass was well kept, there was a quaint little Case 26: Bad Girls On Voyeur Street garden, and the patio was pretty nice. I didn't see any signs of trouble and was about to give up when suddenly I glanced into the second window from the right side of her house. On the other side of the large window was a lit room with a large bed and a female figure on it. I took a few steps toward the right side of the yard in order to get a better look. I found a bush by the garden, which offered a great view. Just on the other side of a slight sheet of glass was Kara in a cute pink nightie. To my extreme delight, she was lying on the bed and masturbating. For a second, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I could clearly see her deftly moving around a large blue vibrator. I could even hear it hum. She was surprisingly rough with her toy. In and out it went at a furious pace, possessed by her white-knuckled right hand. Her hands had seemed so gentle when I had met her, but the way she mercilessly pounded herself with her right as she gripped the bed savagely with her left had proven my first impression wrong. The case had escaped my mind, and my hand had escaped my control. It dove down my pants swiftly, snatching my semi-hard manhood. A chill of pleasure ran instantly through my body causing me to let out an audible groan. Suddenly, a shadow by the tree moved. "The Stalker!" I reminded myself angrily. I had forgotten why I had come here, and now I had given my position away. The hand released its grip, and I started towards the shadow. It took off at a very quick speed, but as I started to follow, I tripped over Kara's grill and knocked it down with a crash. By the time I looked up, the shadow was long gone and I was ashamed. I began to muse about how peculiar the figure that I saw seemed. It seemed small, thin, and very graceful. Without warning, the back door swung open. "Who's there?" Kara said in a voice of practiced authority. "It's me," I groaned, "your private detective." "Oh, what are you doing on the ground?" she asked obviously amused. "It's a long story," I whimpered, "I scared away your stalker though." "Oh, that's great! Come in and I'll help you get cleaned off." As I came into her house, I noticed that she was disheveled. Her hair was messy, her face was a little sweaty and red, and her nightie was a bit wrinkled. It was clear that she had not fully completed her "activities". I thought she looked very sexy. "Did I come at a bad time?" I asked knowingly. "No." she answered quickly, "Just give me a second to get you a drink." Soon she came back with two glasses of red wine. She had also combed her hair and cleaned herself up, but she was still wearing the pink lace nightie, and she still looked incredibly sexy. We sat down together on her black leather couch. She looked at me intently and asked, "Did you see the stalker? " "Yes," I replied. "Is he still there-what was he doing-what happened?" I tried to find an answer to her question and only managed to stammer out, "I-I…" She took a sip of wine, set it down on the coffee table, and slowly moved closer to me. "Is he gone?" I wasn't sure how to answer, but I didn't have to. Kara moved her finger to my lips and answered her own question. "You scared him away," she cooed, "Thank you. I'm so glad you're here, now I know I'm safe. You'll protect me, won't you?" She wasn't the type that waited for an answer. She simply rolled over my leg so that she was sitting on my leg with her legs straddling my knee. Then her beautiful lips leaned into and connected with mine. She was definitely a good kisser, and I treasured the charming aroma of her perfume and the sweet taste of her mouth. After some time, Kara pulled away, looked me straight in the eyes, and said sweetly, "I'm so glad you're here to keep me safe. I have to confess. I've been attracted to you since I first walked into your office. In fact, I've been thinking about you every time I touch myself." That got me hot. I replied simply by leaning in and kissing her again. Her hands moved down and gently caressed my lower back. I was amazed how gentle and loving they were in contrast to how I saw them just a few minutes prior. Nevertheless, I moved my hands up and under her nightie. She didn't have a bra on and I started to caress her breasts. Just then I heard the loud crash of broken glass coming from the back door. Kara bolted off of me and fell to the floor, and I stumbled off the couch and into the direction of the sound. I went quickly toward the dining room. Abruptly a gun came from around the corner and halted me in my tracts. Kara shrieked behind me, and froze still. Out of the dark came the gun wielder. It was a woman! In fact, it was Candy, and she looked drop-dead sexy. Her long dark hair was slicked back, her lips were a vibrant red, and she had on a black leather bra, long black boots, a studded dog collar, black fishnet stockings, a black skirt, and a black thong. She looked stunning and powerful. "What are you doing here?" she asked very sternly. I remembered that she had a gun only because she jabbed it into my chest. The reality of the situation finally set in. Candy was the stalker! There must have been some kind of rivalry between Kara and her, maybe about a guy that came into the strip club. Then Candy started tormenting Kara, causing her to seek my protection. Candy must not have liked having me involved, and therefore, she tried to get Jake to take care of me. That meant that I was now in a precarious situation. I wasn't sure how crazy she really was, and whether she actually would kill me. She must have been tired of waiting for an answer because she answered it herself. "I know why you're here!" she exclaimed. "It's because you are nothing more than a horny man looking for a good fuck." "I guess I have you to thank for that, miss blue balls," I responded. "You know Crazy Candy?" Kara asked in an astonished voice behind me. Candy answered for me yet again. "'Your boyfriend' here is very active." she said biting out every syllable. In fact, you'd be very interested to see how active he was out back while you were getting to know your little vibrating friend." Kara gave me a look of surprise and embarrassment, which made me feel guilty. "Well," Candy continued, "since the famous ‘Private I' and you like sex so much, why don't you two continue what you were doing before I came in. Who am I to interrupt?" Kara and I just stared at her. "What's the matter?" Candy yelled. "You two know what to do! Kara, give him one of your ‘famous' lap dances!" With that, she pushed Kara and me back onto the couch, and crossed her arms with a universal bored expression. Knowing she didn't have a choice, Kara positioned herself over me tentatively at first, and then began gyrating. Curiously, she used many of the same moves that Candy had earlier. However, Kara's style was very slow and sensual. She didn't grind against me as much, but instead teased me with her pussy at eye level. I watched in amazement as she played with her pink thong, moving it up and down without the use of her hands. With amazing flexibility, she would manipulate it with small thigh movements. Eventually, she had the thin piece of fabric worked down so as to give me a small viewing window. Her eyes turned onto mine and locked me in place. Slowly, she moved into a kneeling position in front of me, and began to undue my pants. As I lifted up to let her take them off, I also took off my shirt. Now dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers, I anticipated Kara's touch. She leaned in, stimulating my penis with her warm breath. Amazingly, she put her lips around the band of my boxers and began to take them off with her mouth. She didn't seem to want to take her hands off her breasts, which I noticed, were deformed under her white-knuckled grip. Working slowly, she released my erect penis from my boxers with a springy slap. Then her lips drew in on the head. Suddenly, her lips were gone and she was falling backward. I blinked away my surprise and saw Candy standing there with a handful of Kara's hair. I had completely forgotten she was even in the room. Instantly enraged, I stood up and began to defend Kara, but was quickly frozen again by Candy's treacherous, cock-blocking gun. "Woa!" Kara shouted, "I forgot to tell you about rule number one! No one has any fun until I get some. You!" she pointed at me, "You kneel over there and wait with your hands over your head! And you, miss slut!" she yelled, glaring at the beautiful girl on the floor, "You know what to do!" I was getting severely sick of waiting, but I was very entertained by what was going on in front of me. Candy had stripped off her skirt and thong, and placed her long black left boot up on the edge of the coffee table. Kara then knelt in front of her, hands on either boot, and began to lick Candy's pussy. They had a very familiar flow with each other. Kara worked her tongue in and out, then all around and back in again. Meanwhile, Candy held a large clump of Kara's hair in one hand and was pushing Kara's head in rhythm with the oral pleasure. The sex in front of me was amazingly hot, and I watched in fascination as Candy began to get close to orgasm. Her knees visually weakened, and she laid down slowly on the coffee table, never taking her hand off of Kara's head. Conversely, Kara never stopped working Candy's vagina. She just lifted Candy's legs over her head draped, them over her shoulders and continued eating Candy out on the end of the coffee table. "Yeah!, You dirty girl!" Candy shouted. Candy was definitely getting close to climax as she began to moan with pleasure and play with her breasts with her free hand. Kara took the signal and began to move faster. Soon, the moaning grew louder and faster, and Candy began to buck against Kara's tongue. Kara then brought her right hand up, to finger the areas on which her tongue wasn't concentrating. Meanwhile she used the thumb on her left hand to subtly play with Candy's asshole. Suddenly, Candy released her grip on Kara's head, threw her hands backward and arched her back. She released a long series of loud moans and it seemed like she had two or three orgasms. Eventually Candy quieted down and Kara stopped. Candy started to caress Kara's head, and seemed to stare out to space. Abruptly, she shot up as if she remembered something and she turned her gaze directly at me. "Hey!" she yelled at me, "I told you to keep your hands on your head." Looking down, I realized that I did, in fact, break that rule. I tried to mumble something about not knowing, but Candy went back to what she was good at… ordering people around. "Get over here!" Then turning toward Kara, she said, "It seems that the man finally wants his turn, and being that you are the host of the house, you ought to show him your hospitality." Kara gave Candy a fatigued look, but finally moved to a kneeling position in front of me… with the help of Candy's gloved hand. Then Kara's tongue began to slowly lick the tip of my penis. Then her head violently jerked forward, swallowing my dick whole. Kara coughed, and I realized that Candy had a clump of Kara's hair once again. "Don't go so damn slow, slut! He's been waiting for a long time!" Kara's head continually jerked up and down, until finally it seemed that Candy's grip was actually restraining Kara from moving quicker and deeper. Candy realized this too and released Kara's dark hair so that it now dropped down and tickled my balls. A big smile grew across Candy's face as she stepped back and admired the licking and sucking monster that she created. Kara was indeed going at it hard. She would lick in a corkscrew motion around the tip, and then swallow the whole length of the shaft, and slowly come out bending it at slight and pleasurable angles. I found myself gasping for air. The pleasure ran through my entire body and even to my fingertips. I could feel them shake, every time Kara slowly pulled out. Apparently tired of watching, Candy decided to move in and kneel beside Kara. She began to lick my balls and use her mouth to play with my scrotum. Every time Kara would back out and begin her routine again, Candy would tilt her head and lick the base of my shaft until Kara's tongue came into contact with hers. Then she would go back to playing with my balls. The result was constant pleasure, and I knew I wouldn't last too much longer at all. I felt a huge, built-up orgasm coming on, and I nearly screamed. The girls took their cue and started working faster. It was such a great feeling and I was trying to ride it as long as I could, but I knew I couldn't hold it in. Candy knew too, "I want to finally taste him," she said. With that, she almost forcefully, pushed Kara's mouth off my head with her tongue. Both girls were furiously licking at any area that they could, and I felt my balls tighten. My back arched backward and I felt dick grow hot. Candy immediately opened her mouth and let the cum shoot violently into the back of her throat. Several waves of cum came out at high velocity, and Candy took it all down with a couple-coughing swallows. I finally felt so relieved and relaxed that I fell to the floor. ********************************************* My eyes opened and I found myself staring at the ceiling. I heard a female voices in the distance. "Well, you did keep him frustrated for a long time." "Yeah he'll be ready for more. You mixed that viagra in with his wine, right?" "Oh yeah." Suddenly I remembered where I was and I rose sharply. I looked over and saw Kara and Candy lying on the table in a 69 position. Immediately, I had figured out the case. I cursed myself for not seeing it all along. The whole plan from the start was to get me here and take advantage of me. There was no stalker. These girls weren't really at each other's throat. They were lovers looking for excitement. Candy caught my eye and took a break from satisfying Kara, "So you figured it out, you smart guy. I'm sorry I lied to you. We've been very bad girls. Let me make it up to you. You can put it in my ass if you want?" I was shocked, because I had never had anal sex before, especially with a pair of lesbians. I looked down and discovered that they had really given me viagra, or I was just really excited for this opportunity. Either way, I was ready. I approached the girls. Candy was on top and had nothing but her boots on. Kara still had her pink nightie on, and was still whipping her tongue around like she had seemed to be doing all night. As I approached them, Kara leaned up and began to lick the outside of Candy's ass, and then the head of my penis. When she was satisfied that it was all lubricated enough she returned her mouth back to Candy's pussy. Her hands then came up and spread open Candy's ass cheeks. It was evident that she loved Candy and wanted everything to be lubricated so as to not cause too much pain. As a gift for her, I decided to go easy and slow. I rested the head of my dick against her hole and then slowly pushed it in. I could hear Candy give a slightly pained acknowledgement. My penis went in slightly deeper and Candy made a few more noises. I began to work her very slow, pushing in and out but never putting in more than the head. As Candy began to moan, and stop licking Kara's pussy, I thrust very slowly and almost buried my whole penis. The feeling was so warm and tight. I stopped for a second to just take in the great sensation. Then I pulled out and thrust back in very slowly. This time I felt Kara's tongue grace against my balls as I thrust. Candy obviously loved the double-hole action, and she totally abandoned the oral that she was giving Kara. She began to let out a really loud scream and squeeze her tits. In response, Kara and I began a really fast, matching tempo. "Harder, harder, please harder!" Candy screamed. I could only respond, by breathing, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" The room filled with the sound of Kara's lapping and heavy breathing, and Candy's shrill moans. Suddenly, Candy screamed at the top of her lungs and stretched her body completely out. The moment seemed to last an hour. It was an amazing orgasm, but the shifting of her weight snapped the legs off of the table and brought it and her down with a crash. When the dust settled, Candy was in a pleasure-filled daze similar to mine earlier and Kara was leaning up against the table, her back still glued to it. She seemed completely unfazed with the falling on the table, and simply desperate to give herself an orgasm. Her fingers darted in and out of twat and there was a huge puddle of her wetness on the rug in front of her. I gently removed her nightie, and finally exposed her whole naked body. Her tits were perfectly round and extremely nice. For a second, I stood, completely naked infront of her, and admired her intense beauty from her long dark hair to her tits, to her nicely shaven cooch, to her long legs. Deciding that I owed her a great deal of satisfaction, I gently kissed her on the lips. As if a spell was broken, she removed her fingers from her clit and put them around me. We made out for a long while. We kissed extremely passionately. Kara then began to hump my leg a little, leaving a sticky puddle. We began to grind each other with our genitals, knees, legs, and anything else we could use to stimulate each other. I didn't want to release the incredibly intense liplock, but I remembered that she hadn't had any kind of sexual release yet. She was extremely horny and I was going to keep her waiting anymore. I lifter her up from her armpits and pinned her against the top of the slanted coffee table. Then I gave her a deep kiss and let her slide onto my dick. She was so wet that it went in very easily, and was extremely soft. I closed my eyes and took in the great feeling. It was so wet, soft, and smooth that I almost came right then. However, my goal was to satisfy Kara, so I restrained my self. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Kara let out as I began to lift her up and down against the table. She was looking deeply into my eyes and her mouth was formed into a big smile. Each time my penis went in and out of her lips, Kara tightened her vaginal muscle, stimulating pleasure. I was completely infatuated with the sight of her beautiful body and the amazing suction of her wetness on my penis. We rocked for a little, until Kara began to shake uncontrollably. Her shaking stimulated me even more and I began to near an orgasm. We each let out a long string of moans and tried to ride each other harder. Our bodies matched tempo and became like one. Suddenly I felt a warm build-up coming. Kara let out a sweet moan, and I let out a stream of hot cum. My penis pumped string after string deep into Kara's vagina, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. A blanket-like feeling of pleasure covered me and I slowly fell backward. I was still in Kara so she fell on top of me. The last thing I remember was her beautiful face in an expression matching my feeling of pleasure. ********************* I suddenly awoke. The last thing I could remember was being inside Kara and a dream I had of someone riding me all night. I'm not sure when we had stopped… or where I was. Looking around, I realized that I was on a park bench in nothing but my boxers. They must've figured that they were done with me. I shook my head and started home. I could barely make sense of the whole scenario. "Damn Girls."