0 comments/ 55808 views/ 4 favorites Angel Rhodes Files: #1... By: Alex Vertigo Angel Rhodes Files: #1 - Case of the Naughty Daughter I was heartily sick of divorce cases until Louise walked into my life. It seemed I spent my whole life skulking around, getting spousal infidelity on tape to jack up alimony payments or force through divorces. I knew that becoming a Private Investigator wasn't going to be all glamorous, but I was sick of working for rat-faced old men who were terrified their trophy wives were fucking the pool boy, or bored rich wives who fucked the pool boy but begrudged their husbands their indiscretions with horny college girls out for sugar daddies. When Louise walked into my office at around ten one morning, I knew something was different straight away. She was the most stunning creature I'd ever seen in my life. Well, one of them, but a little hyperbole never hurt anyone. She looked exotic and absolutely luscious, sort of like the actress slash model Milla Jovovich but bustier and slinkier. She was the most feline creature I'd ever seen, with gorgeous slanting green eyes and red hair cut close to her head. She was dressed casually, in loose-fitting jeans and a tight-fitting jersey, a jersey that showed off her impressive chest to perfection. "My name's Louise West," she said, extending her hand. We shook, I asked her to sit and offered her coffee but she brushed away all my offers. "I need your help," she said, and her voice made me shiver even more, a low sexual purr that made me tingle. "I think my daughter's cheating on me." Needle goes sliding across the mood music record, bringing it to a slurred halt. What did she just say? Her daughter's cheating on her? This is a new one on me. My expression must have shown it all. "I'm sorry if I shocked you," she went on, "I was told that you'd be open minded enough to help in my, ah, unique situation." I gave her a sly smile. "And who's been telling tales out of school?" I asked her. "Clarissa Murray. I've heard all about you from her. She says you were fantastic in her case. In more ways than one," she said, her eyes running up and down my body. Well, well, little Clarissa Murray. I taped her husband cheating on her, and she cheated on him with me. A little blonde wildcat, all fluffy curls, big breasts and a tongue that never stopped. Never stopped talking or licking. "So you know Clarissa quite well, do you?" I asked innocently. "Clarissa been a very good friend to me in times of trouble," she said, a smile curving her full lips. I immediately pictured them together, Louise's red head buried between Clarissa's thighs, Clarissa's tongue dancing over Louise's nipples. I shouldn't accept such beautiful clients, I can't concentrate on the job. "Look," I said, "I'll accept your case. That's fine." "What do you charge?" she asked, her hand reaching into her bag. "For a lady as lovely as you," I said, "I just need an oral contract." Louise giggled. "I bet you use that line on all the girls," she said, moving around the desk towards me. Okay, if you're going to be picturing what comes next, you're going to have to have a description of me somewhere in here, I guess. I've been described by a few people as an Amazon. Since it's generally been by people who are exploring my body at the time, I choose to take it as a compliment. At the very least, I'm striking. I'm just over six feet tall, with shoulder length blonde hair and eyes that can't decide whether they're blue or green. To use the common parlance, I'm stacked. I carry .38 Specials to match my 38DD's. My legs are long and lovely, and my pussy is silky smooth. Most men are intimidated by me (but I respect those who still want to take me on) and I drive most women into frenzy. Louise was no exception. "Ever since I saw those pictures Clarissa has of you, I've thought you were totally gorgeous. But when I walked in here and saw you for real, I just had to have you no matter what." I love being flattered. And I love wanton women who are horny enough to just walk into someone's office and ravish them on their own desk. Hell, I'm one of them. "I haven't been licked properly in ages," I said, stretching the truth just a little, "I so desperately need a woman's touch." I could see the gleam in her eye but then she was kissing me and the music swelled to a peak. I could feel her firm breasts pressed against mine. I swivelled my body slightly so I could press my pussy against her thigh and I started rocking against her, the motion rubbing the gusset of my g-string over my cunt so it slid between my pussy lips and stretched in tight over my hard clit. Her hands were desperate for me, roaming over me, underneath my prim and proper work blouse and up to the silky cups of my wicked work lingerie. My hands were all over her as well, slipping down the back of her jeans to caress her perfect ass, cupping it in my hand and pulling it in close to me so that her cunt pressed up against my hip, grinding down hard. She was stripping me, tugging at my clothes. "I want to see those tits," she gasped in my ear. "I want to hold them and lick them and feel them against me." I wanted to see her as well, to see if what looked like a glorious body when dressed would look even better when naked. I pulled her jersey up and her breasts spilled out, big and buoyant and delightful. I took them in my hands, caressing them gently. Her areolae were small but her nipples were big and long and just begging to be sucked and bitten. Her hands reached around and unclasped my bra, letting the twins out (which is always asking for trouble). "God, they're so big," she whispered to me. "They're not that much bigger than yours," I smiled. "Enough to make a difference. God, feel me, I'm sopping." She crushed her chest into mine, her stiff nipples grazing mine, sending shivers though me. My hand slid down the front of her pants, the domes on her jeans popping open. I felt the slickness of her almost immediately, her pussy invitingly warm and wet. My fingers entered her involuntarily; I twisted them inside her, making her moan. Her tongue was all over my chest, the most tender and meltingly erotic kisses on my big, beautiful breasts I'd ever experienced. She lavished them with attention, worshipped them with her tongue, made my whole body hum with delight. I was thrusting three fingers in and out of her, her jeans slipping down past her knees as my thumb rotated around her clit, playing her like the beautiful instrument she was. "I've got to taste you," she said, frantic with lust. "Lie down on the desk and I'll make you cum so hard, my beautiful Amazon slut." "Not without my tongue inside you, you won't," I said, my head spinning. God, it was genuinely a while since I'd had a decent sixty-nine. Most women were so much shorter than me I ended up getting terrible cricks in my neck and back, but Louise's long, luscious body was just perfect. I was already lying back across the desk, my legs spread as wide as they could go, so I pulled her on top of, loving the feel of her long, lithe female body pressing down on mine. I cupped her tight little ass in both hands and lifted her. "Oh God, I love how strong you are," Louise whimpered. "I want you to hold me down and fuck my face next time, I'd get so turned on by that." "Shut up and eat," I said with a giggle. I could feel her fingers exploring me, toying with my clit, spreading my pussy lips apart and then, oh god, the heavenly feeling of her tongue entering me, exploring, questing, darting inside, making me swoon. I pulled her exquisite mound down onto my face, inhaling that incredible woman-scent, rubbing my nose across her clit, nuzzling down her wet slippery slit and sucking one of her pussy lips into my mouth. "Fuck yessss" she moaned into my spread-wide cunt, sending shivers through me. I took her clit in my mouth, hard little clit and oh fuck yeah she's licking my clit, sucking it, nibbling on it oh fuck yes honey yes suck my clit and her fingers are in me, in my cunt, in my ass and I'm eating her, slurping at her cunt with total greed, wanting her juices all over my face. I slide my fingers deep into her, feeling her body answer my touch, going deeper into me, sating my craving. I spread them inside her, opening her delectable twat for my loving tongue. I suck her pussy into my mouth, my nose rubbing against her clit, I can feel it so close with her tonguing me, sucking my clit, she's everywhere at once and oh god how can someone be this good and she knows it too, knows this out of body sensation, total pleasure drenching me as she's cumming oh you beautiful lover yes I'm cumming too, and oh fuck how good it feels to cum for you…. Well, after that, I was on the case. We agreed to get in contact every day for 'progress reports'. The woman was so incredible I could hardly concentrate on the task at hand. Taping her daughter cheating on her. Her daughter must be pretty remarkable to have a woman like that dancing attendance. I broke into their house, despite that fact that Louise had given me a key. Got to keep my skills sharpened. The daughter's room was fairly typical. Music posters on the wall, mainly Lilith Fair type stuff. A big bookcase with mainly popular stuff; Patricia Cornwall, Stephen King, John Grisham with a bit of Milan Kundera and Dostoevsky to impress anyone that needed impressing. The main thing was that she had a nice big wardrobe that'd be the perfect place for planting the camera. I've done this so many times before that it only took half an hour or so to get a decent job done, one that she wouldn't notice in a very long time. Then all it took was waiting. The first day was a bust, although I got some wonderful shots of her getting changed. The girl was quite scrumptious. The second day was a bust in terms of cheating action, but I got some shots of her masturbating that Louise and I had an absolutely wild time watching. Third day she stayed over at a friend's and there was nothing, but on the fourth day I hit paydirt. After watching the video I didn't quite know what to do. I knew it wasn't going to be the easiest time telling Louise and I didn't know whether to tell her myself or just let her watch the tape. I told her myself. "She's fucking your husband," I said, opting for blunt by default, "her father." "That little slut," Louise snapped, "she said she didn't fuck guys anymore." "Well, she's definitely fucking this one," I said. "Show me the tape," Louise demanded. We watched the tape together, in silence. It was a good recording, if I do say so myself. You could see his cock sliding in and out of her as he fucked her from behind, up against her dresser. It was making me hot despite myself, and I looked at Louise to see how she was taking out. The heel of her hand was pressed against her crotch and she was grinding it backwards and forwards. Seeing her husband fucking her daughter, Ann-Marie, wasn't only turning me on, obviously. I pushed her down onto the floor and hitched up my skirt. "Seeing that little slut of yours take a good shafting makes me want you. I can't get pictures of you and her out of my head," I said, "and you're going to lick my cunt until I can't think of anything." I grabbed her head and pulled it into me. She put up a struggle. "Make me do it," she panted, looking up at me. "Force me to eat you." She couldn't talk anymore because I was holding her beautiful face against me, her magical tongue inside me and all thoughts of anything but the pleasure slipped away. Afterwards, I reciprocated but as we lay together on my bed, she was still pissed off. "That slut," she said, "that little whore. She's supposed to be my little fucktoy and here she goes, running off with her goddamn father of all people." I didn't really understand. I mean, this woman could have anyone she wanted (hell, and seemingly did) but she wanted her daughter to love only her. Families, huh? Oh well, she was an absolutely fantastic lover and if I played my cards right I might even get to play with her daughter as well. "We've got two options, the way I see it," I said, "we can confront your husband or we can confront your daughter." "We're going to confront that horny little bitch and we're going to make her see reason." "If that's the way you want it," I said with a wicked smile, "I've got a plan." But Louise had an even kinkier plan. Hey, I'm not the boss; I do what I get paid to do. Even if payment does come in mind-blowing orgasms while Louise's expert tongue explores the delicate folds of my pussy. So we confronted the daughter, a sexy little cunt if ever there was one. "I'm sorry, Mommy," she said, crocodile tears in her eyes. "I just needed to be fucked and Daddy's got a nice prick. Plus I don't have to deal with all the dating bullshit. I just wanted to feel a cock inside me." "Well, my disobedient little slut, you're going to get more than that," Louise snapped at her, her gorgeous eyes flashing, "you're going to get two cocks inside you. Two big fat dildos that Angel here and I are going to fuck you with." "Is this supposed to be a punishment?" the daughter said insolently. "No, not a punishment," I said. "Just a reminder that your mother is the best fuck you're ever going to have so you better not stray again." Louise kissed me and reached into her bag, taking out the two strap-ons we'd bought earlier. We were supposed to do this earlier, but we got a little distracted with our purchases. "Oh God," Ann-Marie said when she saw them. I could understand the girl's reaction. One of them was enormous, like twelve inches or something and the other was a good seven. Mind you, after being well fucked with both of them, I was a big fan of them. "Don't worry, darling," Louise said wickedly, "the big one's not going to be in your ass." She undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there, gloriously naked, with the seven inch dildo between her legs, stroking it lewdly. She looked like a goddess. "Suck it," she commanded her daughter. I watched as the young girl knelt before her mother and began to kiss and lick the head of the rubber cock. "Now fuck her," Louise said to me. Ann-Marie raised her ass obligingly in the air. I pushed the enormous dildo against the entrance to her pussy and eased it inside. "Hard," her mother snapped at me. "Fuck the little tramp hard." I thrust my hips forward, the big dildo sliding into her. She let out the most incredible sound I'd ever heard, pleasure and pain mixed until you couldn't tell which was which. "Fuck yes, you spying bitch," Ann-Marie said, "shove it in me." The little trollop had a mouth on her, alright, and so I started fucking her with the mammoth thing, watching as it slithered in and out of her juicy little box and her red lips moved backwards and forwards on her mother's fake cock. "Now it's time to really see what she can handle," Louisa said to me with a grin. I lay down on Ann-Marie's bed and she lowered herself onto the dildo. It was so big that it stretched her out all over again. Louisa came up from behind, rubbing lubricant along the whole length of the seven incher. She began to rub it up and down the crack of the girl's ass, then pushing it against her tight little asshole. Little by little the dildo entered her, and she started bucking up and down on me like she was losing control. Soon we were both slamming into her, the dual dildos filling both her holes making her whole body shake. I lost track of how many times she came, screaming and moaning with delight. Afterwards Ann-Marie and Louisa were making up, kissing and cuddling. Both of them went down on me, and I came so hard I almost lost consciousness. After that, I had to get the lovely Lu back and well, by the time we were all satisfied it was the next day. Case closed. Well, not quite. Ann-Marie didn't learn her lesson. Louisa caught her cheating again, this time with the pool boy. Some things never change. Lu and I still get together ever now and again and it's still bloody fantastic. That was the best thing to come out of the Case of the Naughty Daughter. It didn't enhance my detective skills any, although you could argue that making a woman cum so she almost blacks out is one of the best interrogation techniques there is. One that I'd use in my next case, as a matter of fact. Angel Rhodes Files: #2... Angel Rhodes Files: #2 - The Husband Strikes Back Hi all. It's Angel Rhodes, Private Investigator here again. I got such a great response to my last case notes that I put on-line that my faithful scribe, Alex, has convinced me to tell you all about another 'case' I was on. He tells me that one day we'll get around to recording for posterity a case where I actually did some real detective work, but this isn't it. So, if you haven't caught up, I'm a bisexual private detective (who prefers women, but will take men brave enough to take me on) with a big gun and even bigger tits. I love sex and the thrill of solving a mystery. In that order. I'm the original Amazon Queen, tough enough to take on anyone, as you'll find out soon. One of the best things about working for myself was that when it was my week with my daughter, I could knock off early and come home to spend some decent time with her. We were in our robes, eating chocolate ice-cream and watching Buffy. I was entertaining mild fantasies of having some one-on-one rough and tumble with the lovely young Buffster. She's not normally my type, I usually prefer the bigger, bustier type of woman but for Sarah Michelle Gellar I'll make an exception. I couldn't decide whether I'd rather have those wonderful legs wrapped around my head or whether I'd be suckling away on her perky little tits when the phone rang, shattering all my images and leaving me wet and unsatisfied. "I'll get it," Clare said, heading off into the kitchen. A few seconds later she was back, thrusting the phone at me. "It's for you," she said, sounding a trifle miffed. I think she was expected one of her many admirers to be calling. "Angel Rhodes," I said into the phone. No response. "Anyone there?" I asked. Sometimes clients hear you on the end of the phone and can't decide whether they really want to hire you. Heavy breathing. "Fuck you," I said cheerfully and hung up. "Prank caller?" Clare asked. I was about to let loose a diatribe when I heard a noise upstairs. A definite footstep. And unless Clare was hiding a guy up there, whoever it was wasn't meant to be there. Clare squeaked. "Shhhhh," I said, "I'm gonna go take care of it." I'm a bad-ass bitch, I take care of my own problems. So off I go, tiptoeing up the stairs. A figure dressed in black was backing out of my room. "Hi," I said. He turned around. I punched him in the face. And oh God, what a face. "He's gorgeous," Clare said, giggling a little. "Who the hell is he?" I was already rifling through his wallet. "I think he works for Joe Wynn," I said. "And I think Joe's mad because he found out I fucked his wife." Clare looked at me, her eyes sparkling. "What do you say we have some fun with him, Mom?" she asked. "Can we?" "You get horny from watching Buffy too, huh?" I laughed. "Fuck yes," Clare said, dropping to her knees. "That sexy little minx just begs for it." She was already undressing him, tugging his jeans down. The girl inherits more from her mother than a fantastic rack. I wasn't sure whether or not it was the best idea to seduce a guy who was coming to punish for me for seducing his employer's wife. Then Clare pulled down his boxers and I thought, fuck it, what's a girl to do? His cock was magnificent. There's no other word for it. It was semi-hard, like he'd been getting off on sneaking through our house. It was circumcised and huge, with a lovely big cockhead. Clare was already licking it, running the tip of her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. It didn't take him a very long course of that particular treatment to rouse him. God knows what he must have thought. Last thing he sees is my fist travelling towards his face, next thing an improbably busty teen is slobbering all over his prick. "You fucked with the wrong woman," I said to him. "And now we're going to fuck with you," Clare said, half unintelligibly because her mouth was wrapped around his thick cockhead. "After this, you can go back to Joe and tell him to go fuck himself," I said. I let my robe fall free and watched his face as he stared up at my body. I cupped my soft mound in one hand, my middle finger slipping between my pussy lips and probing inside me. He didn't know where to look, at me fingering myself or at Clare rubbing his cock in between her beautifully firm teenage tits. "Who gets to fuck him first?" Clare asked. "You do, baby," I said, smiling at her. "I'm not going to, I'm going to let you have that big cock all to yourself. Just make sure you put a condom on him." "Well, what are you going to do?" she asked, her beautiful eyes upturned to mine. "I'm going to have my pussy eaten by my daughter," I said, grinning at her. "That's it, I'm too horny to wait any longer," she said, panting, "I want him now." Clare and I have always had a very close relationship. A few years ago, I was going through a really rough time, drinking way too much and she helped pull me out of it. Somewhere in the middle of that, we started getting physical with each other. We both love sex, we're both tall, big, beautiful women who love tall, big, beautiful women and well, it just happened. We decided that we couldn't let it rule our lives, though. So we ration ourselves. We save it for special occasions, although it's no secret that we both want it more often. Tonight, with this gorgeous hunk powerless and at our command, I thought my lovely Clare deserved a treat. I almost came watching her lower herself onto the thug's big throbbing cock. It looked so huge as it slipped inside her and I loved the gorgeous expression on her face as she felt her pretty little pussy being thoroughly filled. I bent down and kissed her and she raised one hand to caress my breasts, stroking the enormous orbs. I spread my legs, straddling the intruder's body and my darling daughter leaned forward, kissing my thighs tenderly, her tongue inscribing little patterns over my skin. I felt like I was melting, all the heat and sensation rushing down towards my cunt, my pussy lips all puffy and swollen, my clit aching to be bathed in her deft touch. Her tongue nuzzled its way from my warm, inviting hole, lapping at me, sliding up my slit to circle my hard bud, sucking lightly, then biting the way she knew I loved it, wanted it, needed it. I moved with my girl as she rode him, watching those incredible big tits bounce and jiggle as she rammed her slippery cunt up and down on his thick pole. She was rotating her tongue inside me, sucking my whole cunt into her mouth so I almost screamed with how incredible I felt, I couldn't feel anything it seemed, except for her tongue on me, in me, tasting me. I could see her gorgeous face sticky with me, I could see her love for me as I ground myself against her tongue, wanting her to fuck me with it, wanting her to love me with it. "Cum for me, Mom," she whispered, "I want you to cum when he lets go inside me." I'd forgotten there was someone else there, everything had narrowed down to the point where she was against me, her tongue sending fire and ice through me, nobody can make me cum like my baby, nobody knows how to make my body burn like this and oh yes that's right suck my clit my love, suck it, bite it, suck it, bite it oh fuck yes and then inside for oh god that's so beautiful my love, you make me explode… And then two nights later, it happened again. Another intruder in the house. Never being one to shrink from a challenge, I took him on. Except this time it was a her. A lithe, young, extremely buff her. And she was gorgeous, she looked startlingly like Sarah Michelle Gellar and when I saw her face by the moonlight I almost thought I was dreaming, the resemblance was so strong. But no matter how sexy she was, she was still in my house and she was going down. She was strong and fast, but I was stronger. I pinned her to the floor, straddling her body. I could see her breasts straining against her top as she struggled to get free. She was so hot it was driving me nuts. Her breasts were around a B or a C cup, all firm and lusciously shaped, so fucking perky and just begging to have them sucked into my mouth. I could feel the heat of her body against me. She thrust her hips into the air, trying to throw me off her but I was too sly to fall for that trick. I dropped my body right down on top of her, so her tits were crushed under my huge ones. Then she thrust her tongue into my mouth. We rolled around on the floor for a bit longer, she was on top of me, grinding her groin against my pelvic bone, kissing me with the adrenaline lust that comes after fighting. I ripped her vest off, actually tearing the material right off her body. I tugged off her sports bra and finally got a proper look at her. She was how I'd always imagined Buffy to look naked. Thin without being waif-like, with breasts that just sat up and begged to be licked. I was obsessed with her breasts, I'd never really been attracted to anyone below a C cup before. I must have been staring for too long because the next thing I knew, I was topless as well and she had her face buried in my ample cleavage. "God, your tits are fantastic," she moaned, her expert fingers tweaking my nipples as she sucked and kissed my hot flesh. "So are yours," I whispered, taking them in my hands and stroking them, cupping them, weighing them. "My nipples are so sensitive," she said, whimpered as I gently rubbed them. "You want me to suck them?" I asked. "Please," she hissed. "Suck them so hard, make me cum." What the lady asks for, the lady shall have. I nuzzled them gently at first, kissing softly, my tongue sliding across her flesh, tasting her sweat. When I reached her nipples, her hands dug into my back and the most erotic noise I'd ever heard. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, biting down gently. "God yesssss, suck my fuckin' tits, suck them." I pinched her other nipple, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger, sucking almost her whole breast into my mouth, my throat working around her nipple like I was giving it head. She grabbed my hand and pumped it into her crotch. She was desperate, forcing my hand into her silk panties, my fingers questing for her clit, pressing down and I felt her body jump like I'd given her an electric shock. I kept tonguing her nipples as she came down, her body shaking and little moans escaping from her throat. "That was so incredible," she said, nestling her body in against mine. "I have to make you cum so hard for that." I ran my hands along her smooth skin, loving the way her body curved, subtle and intoxicating. "What would you like me to do?" she whispered in my ear, her tongue snaking out to tease my earlobe. "Taste me," I asked her, "drink my juices and make me scream." She snaked her way down her body, her lithe form so beautiful in the moonlight. Her hard little nipples grazed my stomach as she got distracted by my enormous jugs for a little but then she continued on down. She spread my legs wide, her fingers tentatively brushing over my mons, making me shiver, making me feel like I was melting, spilling all over you. "You're so beautiful," she said. "I should probably introduce myself before I do this, shouldn't I?" "Just do it," I begged. "Hi Angel," she said, her tongue lashing out to touch my clit so briefly I would've thought I'd imagined it if it wasn't for the fact that I could feel myself dripping even more. "My name's Sarah," she said, moving back to my clit, spreading the folds to make it stick out even further and suckling on it. "It's so lovely to meet you," she said with a smile, spreading my pussy lips open and thrusting her tongue deep, so deep it felt like I was being fucked. I always maintain you can tell when someone loves going down on you, and when they're going down on you because that's the done thing. Whether its guys doing it because they want a blow job, or women doing it because they want rheir pussy licked and they have to do yours first. Sarah was one of those who loved it, who loved the taste, the smell, the sensation of having a beautiful woman's pussy, the center of their body, the center of their desire against your face. The pure intimacy of having your tongue inside them and feeling the delicacy and beauty of their body's responses. Sarah understood it all, she understood how I wanted to be made to feel, so beautiful and sexy and alive and overflowing with passion and desire. She suddenly turned around on me. "I need to feel you doing this to me while I do it to you," she said, "I need to know that you want me this way too." It was like I was lost in the desert and she was offering me water. I kissed her lovingly, my soft lips meeting her beautiful pussy lips, spreading them with my tongue and entering her. I felt her body move against me, like a wave, riding me to the shore. She was so wet, the delicious moisture of her passion coating my tongue, my lips, my face. I licked her like we were in a dream, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, our passion building together, our love overflowing as our tongues darted and flickered in and out, meshing and melding our bodies together and I loved her so desperately in that moment, I felt so connected as she came for me and I came for her, crying out into each other, her pussy quivering around my tongue. She ended up staying all night, the next night too, and the night after that. She made love to Clare one afternoon and then when I came home the three of us stayed up all night, talking, laughing and loving. Two days later, Clare went back to her Dad's and it was that night when it happened again. We were lying in bed, playing with each post-orgasm when a noise came from downstairs. "Fucking hell, not again," I said. "You think Joe sent someone else?" Sarah asked me. "I'd bet my life on it. That uptight prick doesn't let his petty little grudges go once he gets hold of them." "Shall we both take him?" she said with a wicked grin. The poor guy didn't stand a chance. Only this time, he was a plug-ugly bastard. We tag teamed him and perhaps we went a little too far because he didn't come to in a hurry. "I've had enough of this," I told Sarah. "I'm going to tell Joe where to get off." I dragged Thug #2's prone form out onto the sidewalk outside the neighbours. Then I kissed my Sarah goodbye, hopped into my car and drove straight over to Joe and Clarissa's. I almost woke up the whole neighbourhood banging on his door at two in the morning. He came to the door in mauve boxer shorts. If that wasn't the final nail in his coffin, I don't know what was. I shoved him hard with both hands in the chest, and sent him flying backwards into the house. I dragged him upstairs, into the master bedroom, where Clarissa was waiting in bed. She's so pretty, but so fuckin' dumb. "So, you finally let it slip, huh?" I demanded. "I didn't tell him, Angel, honest I didn't," she protested. "He's been taping my phone calls. I was talking to Louise West about you and he heard everything." I got one of Joe's belts out of the wardrobe and tied him to one post of their four-poster bed. "You're a sneaky fucker, aren't you Joe?" I said, slapping him a little, trying to get him to wake up. Clarissa put her arms around me from behind, squeezing my breasts gently. "Are we going to give Joe a show, Angel?" she asked with a giggle. She may be dumb as a post about everything else, but when it comes to sex, Clarissa has a sixth sense. "Best show he's ever seen," I answered. Which is why, when he finally came to, he saw his wifey's curly blonde head between my thighs. "What the hell are you doing?" he croaked. The anger was all very well, but his cock was bobbing around, fully hard. I suddenly realised what his problem was. I moved over the bed to him and flicked the head of his cock with my fingernail. "What the fuck?" he said in a voice that was almost a squeal. "I've figured this out, Joe. It's not that you're pissed off that Clarissa's been fooling around with me. You know Clarissa's a slut, you've known that since before you guys got married. The reason you're really pissed off is that you think you could handle the both of us and you're mad that we didn't let you join in." "Awww, Joe baby," Clarissa cooed, "were you grumpy that you were left out?" I leaned forward, my left breast an inch from Joe's head. My nipple was so hard it was almost brushing his face. He tried to touch it with his tongue but I moved back just out of reach. "Naughty, naughty," I said, "the girls haven't given you permission to do anything yet." We went down to the garage and got some more ropes and managed to tie Joe to the four-poster bed, an arm and a leg to each post. Now we could really drive him wild. Clarissa lowered her pussy down so it was almost on his face. He was straining against his bonds, the tendons in his neck standing out. I started fondling her lovely soft breasts, flicking the nipples and making her squeal. She was getting so wet, a drop of juice from her pussy dripped onto Joe's face. He licked it off his lips, his tongue going around and around trying to get even the faintest taste. She dipped down, her sopping little cunt brushing across his face, making him grunt with pleasure. I left her to her game and moved down, taking his cock in my hand. "How long have you wanted to fuck me, Joe?" I asked. "I haven't wanted to," he grunted. I squeezed his balls, just a little but enough to make him yell. "How long did you say, Joe?" "I saw you naked one day when you were here swimming. You were taking off your bikini and I wanted you from then. I wanted to suck on your big tits and…" Clarissa lowered herself down onto his face, silencing him with her pussy. She pulled off. "Did you fantasise about me and Angel, hon? Did you picture us together, touching each other, tasting each other?" "All the time," he groaned. "Did you jack off thinking about us?" she continued. "Yes yes yes." I started sucking his cock, I couldn't help it. I love knowing that guys jack off thinking about me. If you jack off reading this and thinking of me, I love thinking about that. It makes me so fucking wet knowing guys want me. So when Joe was telling us about how many times he came thinking about us, I couldn't help but take him in my mouth. Joe must've thought all his dreams had come true at once. Clarissa with her pussy on his face, me with my mouth around his cock. It didn't last for long though. We both stopped and I started to lick Clarissa, exploring her right in front of Joe's face. He could see in every explicit detail the way my tongue moved over, around and inside her. "See Joe," Clarissa said, "this is the way I need to be licked. Just like this, oh Angel, fuck yes, just like that oh yes do my clit like that." "So, Joe," I said, leaning over him. "If Clarissa needs to go elsewhere to get her cunt licked out decently, you'll either have to learn or shut up." We left him there till the morning, and the two of us went back to my house where Sarah welcomed us with open arms and open legs. In the morning, when we went an untied him it was a very chastened Joe who was released from his bonds. So we threw him a mercy fuck. See, I'm not heartless, am I? So that was how I cemented my reputation as the toughest private eye in town. And how I met my long-term lover, my angel Sarah. And maybe next case I write about, I'll actually have solved a crime.