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Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt. 01

By: DavidMcAllister



The lights on Derby Boulevard shone bright, illuminating the busy city street. It was nearly eleven-thirty on a Saturday night and the place was jumping from the night clubs, the jazz joints and the late night cafes. The air was filled with noise; the music from the clubs, the laughter from the girls, and the shuffle of busy footsteps of the passersby. It was a typical night in a bright city I hated. The rotten, stinking city I inhabited, day in and day out, the city that chewed me up and spit me back out again.

I stared out the windshield of my car, watching the circus of laughter and light while some doll was going to town on my cock. I took a long drag from my cigarette and closed my eyes. The doll's mouth was warm and soft as she slid gently up and down my stiff rod. I placed a gentle hand on the back of her head, guiding her steadily as she bobbed up and down. She moaned a faint whimper of delight, but she didn't stop. She knew she had more work to do.

I didn't know who she was and I didn't fucking care. Just another two-bit broad I caught looking to con me out of my wallet back at the diner. She thought she could easily slip a hand for my cash, taking me for another sucker, and I'd be none the wiser. I grabbed her wrist and shot her a look. I didn't say anything, I didn't want to create a scene for the girl; but I didn't let her go and by the wrist I took her outside.

She gave me some story, took me for someone else, she says. I told her I'd seen this show before and if I had a right mind I'd call her in, have the boys take her downtown. But after some talk we came to an agreement to satisfy both parties.

So there I sat, the dizzy dame slurping on my dick like her life depended on it. It wasn't going to take long, the doll knew what she was doing. She'd probably made this deal before with some other chump. What did I care? It wasn't for me to worry about, instead I just threw my head back, closed my eyes and began to pump her mouth full of seed.

She was a talented dame, I'll tell you that. As I shot my dick milk into her face, her tongue continued to swirl around my flesh sword. I let out a soft moan as she swallowed my load, her lips still tightly pressed around me. I felt her moist tongue caressing my shaft. I thanked her with another burst of fresh ejaculate. She placed a firm hand on my dick and began to pump it feverishly, her mouth sucking harder to get every drop out of me. I think this girl liked it. I blew one more giant wad into her throat and relaxed.

I sat there for a moment, spent. I bit into my cigarette and let out a sigh of satisfaction. It had been too long since my last nut. The girl giggled as she nursed on me a bit longer.

I shook my head. "Hey, doll," I said to her. "I appreciate what you've done for me, but I'm going to have to ask that you get out now."

She released my dick from her mouth, and began to clean herself up. "Can't a girl powder her nose first?"

These broads were all alike. I put my dick back into my pants, fastened back up and took another drag.

She looked over at me. "So are we all settled up then?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we're settled up fine, baby."

"Oh good," she replied. "Then maybe I'll see you around sometime." She opened the car door and got out.

I watched her walk down the boulevard, blending in seamlessly with the late night crowd. Dizzy dame.

***

The traffic was jammed up all along Derby Boulevard. It had been ten minutes since I kicked the girl out of my car and I'd barely made it a quarter of a mile further. The only thing different was that it had started to rain. It was almost midnight and the night clubs were ready to close. People were making a run for their cars, dodging between the vehicles in the road. A stupid move if you ask me what with the rain coming down. I could hardly see the car ahead of me let alone the nimble jerks racing between the fenders.

There was a loud crack of thunder and a flash of lightening. Just then something caught my eye. What was it? Had I hit someone? I hadn't felt anything hit my car. There was another flash of lightening and that was when I first spotted her.

She was incredible. She was a tall, beautiful woman with shining blonde hair and legs I wanted to reach out and touch. She was dressed in a short, shimmering white dress that danced with her breasts as she ran up the boulevard.

I sat there gaping when I noticed she was looking right at me. I quickly focused, tightened my grip on the steering wheel, and watched as she made her way directly to my car. She clutched her purse over her head with one hand, and the other reached for the door handle on the passenger side. Quickly, and before I could say a word, she jumped into my car.

"Drive, Mr. Barkley, drive!" She said anxiously.

I stared at her. She was stunning. A perfect woman: voluptuous, fresh, wet and out of breath. Her enormous breasts heaved from beneath her wet dress.

"Mr. Barkley, I said drive!" She cried.

How did she know my name? Suddenly, the car behind me laid on its horn. I immediately pulled myself back and looked forward. The traffic had begun to move. I accelerated and started down the boulevard again. Slowly, I looked back at the girl.

"Hey lady, who are you?" I asked.

"Oh Mr. Barkley, we don't have time for that now," she replied. "We have to get out of here quickly. Turn left onto Manhattan and keep going."

"Where to?" I asked.

"Away from here!" She replied anxiously. "Take me to Helmsley Mansion and we can talk there."

Quickly I jerked my head to get a good look at her. She said Helmsley Mansion. Could it really be her?

She turned to look out the passenger side window. Somebody must have been after her. Who wouldn't be, a beautiful girl like that?

"Helmsley Mansion? So...Is that where you live?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes."

"I see. You live up there all alone in that great big place, or is there a guy in the picture?"

She sighed. "My husband. I live there with my....husband."

I shot her a look. "Why the long pause?"

She shook her head. "Why do you care? Why do you want to know? What's with all these questions?"

"Look, lady," I replied. "I don't know who you are, but when a dame I don't know jumps into my car and demands to go to Helmsley Mansion, I want to know who she is, and why we're going there." I paused. "And I wouldn't mind knowing who's chasing her."

She was still. "What do you mean? No one is chasing me!"

I nodded casually. "Ok, fine," I replied. "You say no one is chasing you, so no one is chasing you. I tell you what, though, Helmsley Mansion is a bit out of my way so how about I drop you off on the next corner...."

"Oh Mr. Barkley, stop it!" She cried. "Yes, someone is after me. I'm so scared, please, can't you take me home?"

"Look lady, you need to start talking. I've got a pretty good idea of who you are, but first I want to know how you know my name?"

She sniffled. "I read your name on my husband's arrest warrant a year ago. I saw you at his trial, I know who you are."

"So you are Mimi Helmsley." 

"Yes," she admitted. "I am. And you're Bam Barkley. Detective Bam Barkley. You put my husband in prison."

"First of all, I'm no detective. Not anymore, you hear? And second, your husband was a no-good, lying..." I started.

"I know," she interrupted. "Believe me, I know. I knew everything from the beginning. 'Public Enemy Number One' was what the papers called him. 'The Crime Kingpin of...'"

"Yeah, yeah I know who he was. But I want to know who are you running from just now?"

She paused. "I don't know," she said, shaking her head. "I honestly don't know. Someone who worked for my husband, I suppose, but who it is exactly I can't say. But I know what he wants. He wants to kill me!"

We drove along the coast, up the windy roads toward Helmsley Mansion. It was an enormous, gothic looking monster overlooking the valley. The rain hadn't ceased and had it not been for the lights shining from inside the windows of the house, we wouldn't have found it.

"Please, Mr. Barkley, come inside with me," she asked as we pulled up into the driveway.

It was half past midnight but I didn't have anything pressing so I parked the car and we made a run through the downpour to the front door.

When we entered the foyer, I realized just how massive the Helmsley place really was. "Do you always leave all the lights on when you leave?"

"I do now," she said, placing her purse down on a side table. "I find myself unable to stay inside this house for long, so I go out. But I can't stand coming home to a dark house."

I took off my hat. "Anybody home?"

"No. This is the servant's day off. She won't be back until morning." She explained. "Here, let me take your hat. Can I make you a drink?"

"Yeah, I'll take a drink," I replied. "And you can drop the Mr. Barkley business. Just call me Bam."

She gave me a look. "All right, Bam." I watched her walk over to the bar in the library. Her hips swiveled as she walked. I stared up and down her body; how I'd love to grab her, hold her in my arms and pump her until dawn.

She looked up at me as she poured the drinks. Her smokey, gorgeous eyes, pleading but maybe just a bit dangerous at the same time. I could only imagine the entreating, hungry eyes she gave the fellas as she swallowed their dicks. 

"You look at me so strangely, Bam." She said as she handed me my drink. "It's all right, I don't mind. I must thank you for being so good to bring me home." She took a sip from her glass, her eyes still on me.

I took a drink. "So what's the deal, Mrs. Helmsley? Are you going to be all right by yourself for the night?"

She laughed. "Mrs. Helmsley? Please, call me Mimi. And, Bam, you're not going to leave me all alone in this house are you? Not after tonight, not after that man was chasing me."

"Was there really somebody after you?" I asked.

"Well, yes, of course there was," she replied. "You don't think I made all that up, do you? What reason would I have?"

I took another long drink. "I don't know. I didn't see anybody after you. I didn't see any other cars following us in town or on the drive up here. We pull in, you got the house all lit up for company. And baby, you don't look too shaken up, if you ask me."

"Bam, please," she begged. "You must believe me. It's my husband, he's trying to kill me. He's found a way to contract someone to come after me. I don't know who it is, but I need your help. Bam, please. Don't leave me alone."

She ran toward me and buried herself into my chest. I couldn't resist, I finished my drink, dropped the glass on the nearby table and held her close. She was small and soft, smelling of fresh lilac and honey. My head was swimming from the booze and her sweet perfume.

"Oh, Bam," she pleaded. "Please stay with me, if only for tonight."

My hands moved across her body and down toward her ass. I grabbed it firmly with my hands and squeezed.

"Oh yes, Bam," she quivered.

I felt her hand moving down toward the front of my pants. Slowly and softly she began to rub my hardening tool.

"Oh baby," I let out a small sigh.

"Oh Bam," she whispered. "Stay with me. Keep me safe."

She looked up at me and I stared into those big, dangerous eyes of hers. I knew she was trouble, something inside of me was warning me to back off and get out of there, but I couldn't resist. The smell of her perfume, her breasts pressed against me, and her hand touching me in my most tender of places, I couldn't walk away.

She lowered herself on her knees before me and undid my belt buckle and pants. That was it, I wasn't going back now. I was all hers. She was a forward broad, the type of woman who knew what she wanted, and when she saw it she took it. In my experience, you don't turn down a blowjob from a woman like that. This was a hot ticket, and I needed it.

Carefully she pulled my pants down and freed my manhood. I was fully erect, my cock unsheathed and ready for her to satisfy. She leaned in closer, placed a gentle hand on my dick and delicately took me inside her mouth. I let out a soft moan of pleasure as I felt the warm wetness of her mouth. She wasted no time and began to suck on my penis. The early tinges of pleasure began to mount inside my rod as her mouth slid up and down, the moisture increasing like a beautiful morning dew. She spit on her hand and began to jack me off as she suckled on the ever-growing mushroom head of my dick.

Just like I had thought, she was a pro cocksucker. The kind of girl who loved to suck on a man. She knew exactly what she was doing and wasn't wasting any time. She delighted in playing with a man's most intimate of parts. She wasn't just sucking dick, she was making love to it. She wanted me, she craved my cock, my musk, my masculinity. And like any other man in the world would do the same, if that's what she wanted, then I was sure going to give it to her.

She pulled my dick from out of her mouth and began to tickle the head with soft, gentle flicks from her moist, pink tongue. She was incredible. Two or three cute little flicks, and then she'd swirl the mushroom head with her tongue. A couple more flicks, and then a swirl. My dick head was turning purple from her teasing. Another few licks, a sensuous swirl and then a grand slam when she then deep throated my entire dick, balls deep. I grabbed her blonde hair and held her head down there for a few moments, her throat stuffed with my sausage. I thrusted, pushing myself deeper down her throat. She gave my thighs a gentle squeeze to let me know she couldn't take anymore. I released her head and she came off my dick, gasping for air.

She looked up at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes. How I wanted to nut all over that soft, precious face of hers, to see my cream dripping from those pink, pouty lips. I moved over to the sofa and took a seat. She slinked over to me and moved forward between my legs. She took hold of my firm dick with one hand, ran her tongue along the side of it, and lightly slapped the side of her face with it. She giggled and made baby eyes to me, "It's so big, Sam."

I gave her a smirk. "Suck it, baby," I ordered.

Like a good girl, she went down on my dick and got to work. The suction she was giving was incredible. She placed both hands on my dick and moved with a synchronized rhythm that would have made angels weep. Concentrating her mouth on my dick head, she sucked me into an ecstasy I had never known. She cradled my balls, her mouth and hands working tirelessly to milk me, to siphon my seed. This was a hungry girl whose appetite for dick seemed insatiable.

I wanted to fuck her so bad my head was about to explode. The only problem was that my dick was probably going to go off in about two more strokes.

"Baby, I'm going to cum," I sighed.

She moaned with pleasure. "Give me your cum, baby. I want to taste it."

Jesus, she was amazing.

More than happy to oblige, I lay back and enjoyed the ride. Her soft, little hand pumped my shaft as she nursed on my thick, fleshy pacifier. The explosion was beginning in my balls. I could feel the surge of ejaculate breaking through. "Here it comes, baby."

Her lips tightened around my cock as she continued to suck. My head began to spin as my dick swelled. The floodgates had burst open and the first blast of my baby batter came shooting out of me. Her mouth immediately got warmer as my gunk began to fill her up. She was unwavering; she sucked and stroked my johnson without missing a beat. Her mouth seemed to get softer, more gentle. I fired again, another load of sperm into her hatch. I could see her eyes watering. Still she sucked. I nut again. The seal of her lips was beginning to give; I could see the thick, white goo emerging from the corners of her mouth.

"One more, baby, " I whispered. "Just one more."

And I shot another wad into the pool of hot cum I had already created inside her pretty little mouth. She held me and my hot mess inside her mouth. She moaned, savoring my flavor. I could feel her tongue swirling around the trouser gravy, massaging the underside of my dick. This girl wanted to be loved so much. I placed a gentle hand on her cheek and looked into her eyes. I didn't say anything, our eyes communicated everything. I'd do anything for this girl.

She swallowed my thick load and released my dick from her mouth.

"Thank you, Bam." 

Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt. 02



By the time I pulled my pants back up and buckled my belt, Mimi was handing me another drink. "It looks like you're empty."

I took the drink from her. "Thanks."

She took a seat next to me on the sofa and peered at me from above her glass. "Bam?" she asked quietly.

I took a gulp from my glass. "Yeah, baby?"

She took a moment. "Would you do something for me?"

I looked at her. "For you, baby? Anything."

Mimi rose from the sofa and began to make her way toward a door on the other side of the library. "Oh, good; I was hoping you could help me with something."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Just this over here; come have a look."

I took a breath and got up from the sofa. After the head Mimi had so kindly given me just then, I was exhausted and ready for a snooze. But there was something pleading in her eyes that lured me toward her.

I followed her over to the door she had opened. "What is it?"

"Just take a look in the other room."

I peered into the dark room. I didn't see anything at first. And then my eyes fell upon the body on the floor. The body. It was a dead body lying on the parlor floor. I nearly jumped back. "Hey, what is this, what's the big idea?!"

"Bam, please, don't get upset," Mimi pleaded. "I need your help!"

"What are you talking about? There's a stiff lying here, what do you mean by all this?"

Mimi's eyes began water. "Bam, please. I didn't know what else to do. This afternoon I came home, Greta my servant had already left for the day, and when I entered the room there he was, lying on the floor with the gun next to him."

I peered into the room again. Though it was dark I could make out the body, an older man maybe in his sixties. Next to him lie the murder weapon. And right at his temple was the hole where the bullet tore through. "Who is he?" I asked.

Mimi hesitated. "He's, he's my father." Mimi broke down sobbing.

I don't know what it was, but I moved for her, took her in my arms and squeezed her tight. She cried into my chest like a baby. "Please help me, Bam. I don't know what to do, I can't contact the police. I'm sure they'll think I did it."

"Why you?" I asked. "You said yourself, you were out. You came home to find him lying there."

Mimi sniffled delicately. "Early this morning, my father and I quarreled something fierce. We'd been arguing quite a bit lately. Poor Greta has been in the middle of it all, she's heard everything. This morning we fought at breakfast and I got so upset with him that I just left." She paused. "And when I came back he was dead."

"Any thoughts on who could've shot him?" I asked.

Mimi shook her head. "I don't know. He was such a sweet man, really. I know we argued a lot, but deep down I loved him. But...I fear that Greta and the police will suspect me for his death." She leaned in closer to me. "Oh, Bam, please help me."

I stroked her silky, blonde hair. "Quiet, quiet," I whispered. "It's ok, I'm here. I'll help you; what we need to do is contact the police and tell them..."

"No!" Mimi cried, pulling away from me. "We can't go to the police; haven't you been listening to a word I've just said? They'll point the finger at me! They'll think I did it. They'll charge me, they'll convict me! Bam, please, don't let them. Please don't let them."

Mimi began to sob into my chest again. I didn't know what to do other than hold her. "What do you want to do then?"

She stopped crying and looked up at me. She was beautiful even in her suffering. "We have to get rid of the body. We have to bury him and make it look like he left this morning for our cabin down by the ocean. No one will suspect anything, at least not for a while, and that will give us more time to plan the next move."

I let out a sigh and shook my head. "Mimi, we can't do that..."

"We have to, Bam, there's no other way!" Mimi begged.

I was silent. I stood there like a sucker. I should have left her right there, walked out of that crazy mansion, got into my car, drove off and never looked back. But there was something compelling me to stay. Something that made it impossible to move. Something keeping me right there. It was Mimi's hand, caressing my manhood through my pants. Her soft, gentle touch moving slowly against the fabric, teasing me. She cupped my balls and gave a playful squeeze.

"Please, Bam. Stay with me." She pleaded, whispering into my ear. "Help me. Help me with this. You must. Please. Do it for me, Bam."

I licked my lips, I couldn't do this. I had to get out of there. I pulled Mimi away from me and began to move. "Mimi, I can't..."

Slowly, and with a dangerous, calculated seduction, Mimi slid the top of her dress down. Her enormous, creamy breasts bounced out before me like two ripe melons. I stopped in my tracks, breathless. They were intoxicating. "Please don't leave, Bam. I need you."

I couldn't breathe. I swallowed hard. She had the most incredible tits I had ever laid my eyes on. They were two soft pillows urging me toward her. All the blood in my body began to race to my dick. "Mimi..."

"Bam," she urged softly, sweetly. "Bam..." She lowered herself before me. I couldn't take my gaze away from her honey soft tits. She began to fiddle with my belt buckle again, and before I could stop her, she had my pants down and my dick between her huge, delicate breasts. Gingerly, she stroked my shaft with her titties. She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and that angelic face. "I want to make you cum again."

"Oh yeah?" I breathed. "You want me to cum again?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I want you to cum in my little pussy." She paused. "But you can cum in my bottom if you want."

With that, I picked her up from the floor and kissed her. I could no longer resist. I was all hers and I was drunk for her. She held onto my dick with her soft hand, stroking it. She was incredible, the ultimate woman.

Slowly we broke our kiss and gazed into each other's eyes. Again, I could see the danger in her eyes, the destruction, the death, but I was blinded by the lust, the passion. "Will you help me, Bam?" she asked, caressing my manhood, manipulating it as it grew bigger, harder. "I want you to cum in me."

I kissed her again. "Yes, yes, I'll help you."

Immediately she dropped to her knees again and opened her mouth for my cock. She wasted no time and began to suck. Her mouth was unbelievable; a soft, wet and warm cavern that invited me in, caressed me, cared for me. Back and forth she went, sucking me into her submission. She tongued my balls, tracing her tongue all around my heavy, sweaty sack. Again she took my dick into her mouth and slowly began to deep throat. She pressed her face against my pubes and I felt my johnson slide all the way past her tongue and down her throat. I'd have been more than happy to drop my boys down that hatch, but I wanted more. As cum hungry as she was, I pulled my dick from her mouth. Surprised, she looked up at me. I almost thought I saw a flash of fear in her eyes.

I pulled her to her feet, her tits bouncing with every movement. I tore off her dress and hoisted her up onto the desk. I wasn't surprised to find she had absolutely nothing underneath. Playfully, she leaned back, gazing at me. I knelt down before her and propped open her legs. I caught a sweet fragrance of fresh honey dew as I exposed her little pussy. My dick jumped at the sight of her flower; a tight, delicate orifice, throbbing and wet from anticipation. My heart began to race, and a sweat formed on my brow at the thought of being inside her, entering her with my firm mast.

Her sweet aroma pulled me in closer to her vagina. She lowered her head back as I planted a soft kiss on the lips of her rosebud. She let out a quiet moan of pleasure. I gave her another kiss, long and slow, moist and tender. She pushed her pelvis forward and I pressed my lips firmly against her cunt, intensifying the kiss. I forced my tongue forward and lapped her pussy. Mimi squealed.

My tongue licked up and down her slit as she gyrated before me. My hands moved up and down her smooth, silky thighs and my face burrowed deeper inside her, as I feasted on the delights of her womanhood. Her juices flowed while my mouth explored her desperate regions. She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my face deeper into her. My tongue danced with her clit, twirling and whirling her into ecstasy.

"Oh, Bam," she whimpered. "Bam..."

I reached up and grasped one of her breasts. Her tits were magnificent. The flesh was soft and smooth against my rough, rugged hands. She whimpered again. I eased my grip, cupping her gently. I knew in that instant Mimi wasn't as tough as she made herself out to be. She liked to put on an aire of danger and mystery, but here in the naked flesh, she was as gentle as a dove. Here, I was in control. I had the muscle, I swung the dick, and it was a dick she needed badly.

With my dick stiffened to full mast, I gave her pussy one last sloppy kiss. I got up from my knees, leaned over her and kissed her, allowing her to taste her own passionate juices. She embraced me and held me close to her. "Put it inside me, Bam," she whispered into my ear. My dick twitched.

I pulled her up off the desk, swung her around, and forcefully bent her over the desk. She whimpered with pleasure as her tits splayed across the desktop. I spit into my hand and lubed up by shaft. I grabbed her waist with one hand and readied my dick. Her ass was perfect and primed for action. As much as I wanted her pussy, I knew I wasn't going to last long, and I wanted something else. Something tighter. I spread her ass cheeks apart and kissed her little hole with the tip of my dick. I pumped my chest, Mimi took a breath.

"Be gentle with me, Bam" she whimpered.

"Don't worry baby, you're going to like this." And without hesitation, I speared her little ass with my dick, forcing myself through her chute, balls deep. Mimi let out a hushed yelp. I was in.

I pummeled her ass violently with my flesh sword. She was tight and I knew her ass would make me cum in no time. I leaned over her and grabbed her tits with my hands. The soft flesh seemed to melt like butter in my hands. I could smell her perfume, the lilac and honey and it made my head swim.

Back and forth I plowed into her ass, taking it, owning it. I wiped the sweat from my brow. The room was getting hotter. Without missing a thrust into her tiny, little ass, I took off my jacket and tie and peeled myself from my sweat-stained shirt tossing it all to the floor. I took Mimi by the waist with both hands and pulled my dick out completely from her ass. My dick was a ramrod ready for more. I charged into Mimi's sphincter again. She yelped again from the pain. I emerged fully a second time, allowing my dick to dangle a bit, and then back in again. I was nearly there.

"Oh, Bam," Mimi cried. "You're so big!"

I began to pummel her relentlessly. I could feel the nut butter swelling up inside my testicles. Onward I charged; back and forth. In and out. Tearing her up. My dick swelled and Mimi began to cry.

It was time. "I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to cum!" I thrust into her and blasted her insides with my gunk. The release was indescribable. My dick fired round after round inside her little tush, coating the walls of her tight little cavern.

"Yes, Bam, yes!" Mimi cried, her little hole grabbing me tighter as my dick filled it with cream.

I couldn't resist, I knew I had some more left in me. I pulled out of her ass, grabbed her from the desk and threw her to the floor. She looked up at me and then right at the giant flesh cannon between my legs. It was ready to fire again. Quickly she forced her mouth onto my loaded dick. I fired. And with the one shot I fertilized her mouth, filling it to the brim with my hot spunk.

I gave a couple dry thrusts into her face. I was done. Mimi looked up at me, my dick still firmly held between her tender lips, my seed pooled in her mouth. I wiped the sweat from my brow. Slowly, Mimi pulled away from my groin, my flaccid cock dropping from her lips. Like an angel, she pushed the semen out of her mouth with her tongue and my enormous, sticky wad oozed down her face and onto her milky white breasts. She rubbed my jizz all over her tits and looked up at me. A few thick, clumpy drops of cum hung from her chin and the sides of her face. I smiled at her. I don't think she ever looked more beautiful.

I took my thumb and wiped the cum across her face and pushed it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the taste, sucking it from my finger like nectar.

I gave a hearty sigh and gazed at her. "Ok, baby. Let's ditch this body."



Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt. 03



Hauling the body of her old man, I followed Mimi out toward the bottom of the cliffs behind Helmsley Mansion. We got to the spot where she wanted him buried and I proceeded to dig a hole while Mimi watched and waited. "Big and wide," she had instructed of the grave I was to dig.

As I dug deeper into the ground, I couldn't help but wonder if Mimi was up to something. She was quiet, silently watching me. What was she planning? A million ideas crossed my mind as I dug, but none of them seemed to work out. As I threw each shovelful of earth over my shoulder, I kept thinking to myself: what was she thinking out here behind the house at the bottom of the cliffs? It was still dark, the sun wouldn't be up for hours yet.

Then I had it all figured out. "Big and wide," she had said. I wasn't digging one grave, I was digging two. One for the old man and one for me. Mimi thought she had it all figured out. She killed the old man. She killed him and then made up some sob story with a plan to lay it on the first sucker she could find that night. She'd lure him home, give him a little persuasion to sweeten the deal, get him to dig the graves, and then as soon as his back was turned, BAM, she'd put a bullet through his head. No witnesses, no accomplices, just a grave, big and wide, with the bodies already inside. It all wrapped up pretty neatly.

But there was one little flaw in Mimi's plan. She had jumped into my car, and I was no sucker. I had to get out of there! She didn't have a gun, at least as far as I could tell; I could easily make a run for it.

I forced the shovel into the ground and dug out a good, hefty load of earth. Mimi was looking at me, but off-guard nonetheless. Quickly, I threw the load of dirt right into her face. She fell back onto the ground. "Sorry, baby." I jumped out of the hole and made a run for it.

***

Back at my apartment I washed up. I still hadn't been to sleep and it felt like the walls were closing in on me. A few times I grabbed the phone, ready to call the police to report Mimi and the dead body lying near the cliffs, but each time I couldn't help but think of her. The fear I had seen in her eyes, the way she begged for my help, her breasts, her soft, pouty lips wrapped sweetly around my cock. What was I doing? I placed the phone back onto the cradle, I had no proof that Mimi murdered that man. I wasn't even sure if she would've killed me. It was all in my head.

So maybe she didn't bump off her old man. Maybe she really did need my help after all. Maybe someone was after her. Who could tell?

In bed, my head raced with thoughts of Mimi. Her perfume, her desperation. She was an incredible woman, strong, confident and mysterious. She had been married to Lewis Helmsley, Public Enemy Number One. But a double cross by a crooked detective landed him in prison, where he currently resided, leaving Mimi all alone in that lonely mansion by the cliffs.

What was she doing now? Was she back inside the mansion? Was she out looking for another chump to help her, sucking his dick? I fell asleep with Mimi in my mind, the thought of my face buried in those soft, enormous breasts. Of Mimi sucking my dick, draining my balls dry.

***

The next morning, on my way out for a cup of coffee, my landlord, Mr. Katz, stopped me as I passed his desk.

"Oh! Mr. Barkley!" he called out. "A letter for you. I have a letter for you!"

"A letter?" I asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Yes, sir," he replied. "This morning when I came into the office, this letter was sitting on the front desk. It has your name on it."

He handed me an envelope. 'Mr. Bam Barkley' had been written on the front; a woman's handwriting. I opened the envelope to find a clean, crisp hundred dollar bill. No note or anything. Just a new one hundred dollar bill.

"Oh, look at that!" Mr. Katz exclaimed. "A hundred dollar bill! You are a very lucky man, Mr. Barkley."

I gave Mr. Katz a tight smile and a quick nod. I shoved the bill into my pocket and walked out of the apartment building into the late morning sun on the busy city street.

I knew it had to have been Mimi. One hundred dollars for my silence. This dame was smarter than I thought. I knew I needed to be careful, she already knew where I lived. She must have been watching me for a while now, knew just where to find me. It was no accident last night on Derby Boulevard, no coincidence that she jumped into my car. I needed to find her.

***

I drove back up the coast, along that windy road leading up to Helmsley Mansion. There was a coffee shop just up a bit further and I knew I'd be able to get a good look at the house as I drove past it. Sure enough, as I got closer to the house I could make out two police cars parked out front. I didn't see any officers, and I didn't see Mimi, so I drove on.

I ordered a coffee and a newspaper when I sat down at the counter of the coffee shop. It was a little joint that didn't seem like it saw much in the way of customers. Just an old man tending the front counter and a young girl sweeping the floor.

"Hey, pops," I asked the old man as I waited for my coffee. "So what's going down at the old Helmsley place? I think I spotted a couple cop cars parked out front as I drove past."

The old man paused. "Oh, I don't reckon I know anything about that."

The young girl behind me spoke up. "It's that Helmsley woman. She's gone missing."

I turned around to face her. She was a young woman, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. Beautiful. Brown hair, piercing eyes, and a face that told the story of a young, bright girl eager to get of that dirty little coffee shop and make a name for herself. The shop dress she wore hugged her body tightly, her breasts squeezed inside her top. I was smitten.

The old man spoke up. "Now, Pamela, we don't go around airing other people's dirty laundry."

"But pa, that's what the officer said when he was in here earlier," she replied. "I think it's best that we discuss the affair. Besides, you never know, maybe this guy here knows something about it." 

"Hogwash." The old man waved his daughter off and walked into the back.

"So, the Helmsley woman is missing?" I asked Pamela.

She stood there staring at me with those piercing eyes, fidgeting with her broom. "That's what the officer said. He also said something about a murder."

I feigned surprise. "A murder?"

She flashed a mischievous smile. "Yeah, that's what he said." She paused. "But, maybe my pa is right. Maybe I shouldn't be airing other people's dirty laundry. Who are you anyway?"

I shook my head. "Nobody. Just a guy."

"Are you with the paper?" She perked up.

"No, I'm not with the paper," I replied. "Just curious to know what's going on."

She propped her broom up in the corner of the shop and walked over to my seat at the bar. "You're from the city, aren't you? I can tell." She got up close to me. "Take me with you! Take me with you to the city. I have to get out of here!"

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to back up from her in my seat.

"Please, mister," she pleaded. "I can't stay here, living like this? All day in this dirty coffee shop, working for my pa. I can't do it anymore, I tell you, I can't do it anymore!" She leaned in closer to me, placing her hand on my thigh.

"Listen, baby, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you're barking up the wrong tree. You got me all wrong. I ain't with the papers, and I'm no big shot Hollywood producer. I'm just a lousy sucker looking for a cup of coffee and some details about what went on in that house last night."

She popped the top buttons of her dress, exposing her cleavage. The tops of her breasts were like caramel covered sweet goodness. "You want to know what happened? I can tell you what happened."

I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee. "Baby, you ain't got nothing I haven't seen before. Just how old are you anyway?"

"I just turned eighteen last month," she laughed, popping open a couple more buttons.

I slid my eyes down toward her breasts. I hadn't lied about seeing it all before, but who was I kidding? She had some real knockers.

She took my hand, pulled me up from my chair and lead me to an empty phone booth toward the back of the coffee shop. I shook my head at the persistence of this girl. I watched her walk in front of me, her tiny waist and the curve of her ass. She was young and perfect.

She pushed me inside the booth and got down on her knees. I'd seen this show before. She pulled out my hog and went to town. She had a little mouth and struggled with my thick python, but she was eager to please. I didn't know what she could tell me, but at that moment I didn't care.

***

After the girl had finished me off, and gobbled up my kids, she looked up at me with her beautiful, piercing eyes. My cum hiding in the corners of her mouth. "Take me with you, mister, please!"

I looked down at her. She was giving me puppy dog eyes as she gave my dick a soft, gentle suckle, the last tiny drops seeped from my dick slit and blossomed on her tongue.

"Hey, baby," I replied. "I'm telling you, there's nothing I can do for you. I told you I'm not with the press, I'm not a talent scout, I'm nothing, no good to anyone."

Her face fell. "Ok then," she muttered. She got up from the floor, fixed herself up and walked toward the front of the coffee shop.

I stood there for a moment, leaned up against the back of the phone booth, my dick hanging low and heavy. My heart broke for her. She was so desperate to get out of that joint. I shook my head, put my dick back inside my pants and buttoned back up.

When I walked back toward the front of the shop, back to my seat, she was wiping down the counter. "Look, doll," I said to her. "I won't forget about you. And I won't forget about what you did for me back there."

She looked up at me.

"Maybe, when I get back to the city...maybe, I can make some calls."

She lit up, her eyes coming to life again. "Really?" she replied. "You would do that for me?"

"Sure, kid," I reached for a cigarette. "I may know someone who could help you out. You're a talented girl and I may know some guys who could use what you've got."

She beamed. "Oh, thank you, mister! Thank you!"

I approached the counter, took my seat and finished off my coffee. "Now what can you tell me about the Helmsley woman."

The girl leaned in, becoming very serious. "Well, a police officer came in first thing this morning. He mentioned that a neighbor had found a body along the bottom of the cliffs just behind Helmsley Mansion."

"A body?" I replied.

"Yes," she confirmed eagerly. "It was the body of Mr. Hathaway, Mrs. Helmsley's father. The police were called and when they arrived at the mansion, no one was home. They waited and waited, and when the servant arrived they questioned her but she didn't know anything about it either. But she said Mr. Hathaway and his daughter had exchanged some very harsh words with one another the day prior, something about a will. Mrs. Helmsley left and that was the last anyone ever saw of her."

I sat quietly.

"And now, poor old Mr. Hathaway is dead, and no one knows who did it or why. And Mrs. Helmsley is missing!"

"Fascinating," I replied, the cigarette dangling from my lips.

"Yes," she replied.

"And you say no one knows where Mrs. Helmsley ran off to?" I asked.

The girl shook her head. "Not a clue. That is, if she ran off at all. I'd hate to think that something happened to her, she was always a very nice lady. She came in here a few times. Talked with me about getting out of here, said she was sure she'd see me on the silver screen someday!" She paused. "I wonder if she ever made it out to that cabin by the ocean she talked about; she said she was on her way out there that morning I talked with her, something very important she had to do."

I looked at the girl intently. The cabin by the ocean. Mimi had mentioned something about that to me last night. I needed to get out there and find this cabin; there was a good chance Mimi may be hiding out there.

I placed my hands on the counter and pushed myself back. "Well, what can you say? It's a different set of people what with their mansions and money and diamonds."

"I'll say..." the girl agreed, shaking her head.

I got up, folded up my paper and placed it under my arm. I left a nice tip on the counter and gave the girl a wink and a nod. "Well, I better be going. You hang in there, kid. I'll make some calls on your behalf."

She flashed me a smile.

"In the meantime, you stay out of trouble."

***

As I drove along the coast, I thought about what the girl at the coffee shop had said about the quarrel between Mimi and her father. "Something about a will."

I couldn't put it together. Was Mimi the kind of girl who'd put a bullet through her old man's head over an inheritance? It didn't sound like Mimi. And the coffee shop girl said she had spoken to Mimi, said she was real nice lady. Another one of Mimi's tricks, or was she the genuine article and just found herself mixed up in something she couldn't get out of?

I noticed a car following me. A black sedan trudging slowly behind me, careful to keep its distance. Too careful it seemed. I think I may have spotted it back at the coffee shop waiting for me in the parking lot, but I wasn't sure. I couldn't make out the driver, either. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and focused on the road ahead of me. I shook my head, I must have just been paranoid. But still, something picked at my brain as I looked back at the car in my rearview mirror. Something wasn't right.

I kept driving, a little further and I'd make the next city. I could shake the car once I got off the highway. When I pulled off the main road, the black car was still following me. I made a right on the next street, and it followed. A few miles further and then a left, it was still behind me. When I approached the intersection I stopped for the red light. I looked back, the car kept its distance, three cars behind. I had to get out of there, I didn't like this. I checked the intersection, there were no cars coming in either direction. The light was still red but I went for it and stepped on the gas.

It didn't take long and the black car was on my tail again, making a run through the red light after me. I accelerated.

After a few wild turns through the small city's streets I lost the car and it was gone. I needed to get out of there fast, however, because I knew it would find me sooner or later.

I got back onto the highway and drove on. It wasn't long before I reached a small house by the ocean. I slowed down to have a look and just then I heard a voice in my head. It was my landlord, Mr. Katz, "You are a very lucky man, Mr. Barkley!" Lucky man, indeed. Parked right out front of the ocean house was Mimi's car.

***

Mimi's face lit up when she opened the door and saw me standing there. "Bam! Bam, it's you! How ever did you find me?" She rushed toward me and hugged me; I couldn't believe it. "I'm so glad to see you again." She was as beautiful as ever, and still smelled of the lilac and honey.

"Can I come in?" I asked, when she let me go.

"Of course, please!" Mimi opened the door for me. It was little place, but beautifully decorated for just a small house down by the beach.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night," I said turning to face her. "About that bit of...giving you a face full of dirt. I didn't know if..."

"Please, Bam," she spoke softly. "Let's not dwell on that just now. I know what you mean, you had no idea what to expect. I'm sorry to have put you in that position. I'm sure I can make it up to you."

I pulled out the envelope with the money from my coat pocket. "This morning I received this back at my apartment." She eyed it carefully.

"Yes, I left that for you," she started. "I hope it was enough for everything you've done for me."

"How did you know where I lived?" I asked quickly.

She paused. "Bam, I don't kn..."

"Just answer the question," I insisted. "How do you know where I live?"

Her eyes grew sad. "Bam, I'll be honest with you, completely honest." She walked over to the large windows overlooking the ocean. "I've been watching you for a couple of weeks now. I knew who you were, I knew your profession, I was desperate to find someone who could help me." She paused. "A few nights ago, someone broke into our house. I don't know who, but I am almost certain it was someone sent by my husband from prison. You see, I allowed my husband go to prison; when I testified against him, I knew my statement would put him away. I did nothing that would get him off. And he hated me for that. After the trial when I visited him he swore he'd kill me. He swore he'd kill me somehow."

I was motionless and stared at Mimi, her back to me as she gazed out over the blue waters.

"He wants my money. He knows of my family's fortune, of course, and he knows it's hidden in the house. I'm certain he sent someone up to murder my father and me. And when he's broke from prison he'll just walk right into the mansion, get his money and be off." 

I moved toward her. "And where do I fall into this picture?"

She turned her head, giving me a sideways glance. "I found you, because I knew who you were, what you'd done. Detective Bam Barkley: you made some shady deals yourself in the past, worked with my husband. But then something happened. You had a change of heart, was that it? You double-crossed my husband and because of your betrayal he was caught and went to prison. I knew then that you couldn't have been all bad."

"Well, that's not what the fellas downtown thought," I chided.

"No, apparently not," Mimi replied. "True, you had your badge taken away, you're no longer a detective, but let's be honest, Bam; you barely got a slap on the wrist. After all, you brought down Lewis Helmsley, Public Enemy Number One; they couldn't punish you too severely. You're a good guy Bam Barkley. A good, honest man who, maybe lost your way in the past, but you've paid for your sins. You're a good man now. I knew I could trust you to help me, you knew my husband and what he was capable of. That's why I made an effort to find you. And last night, I knew you'd headed for Derby Boulevard, I knew I'd find you there. But while I was on the street looking for you, I saw a man coming toward me. I'm certain it was the same man who must have killed my father. It was luck that I finally saw your car when I did. I jumped into your car and together we fled. It's because of you I am safe from my husband, and I'm still alive. I owe my life to you Bam Barkley."

I was just behind her. I placed my hands on the small of her back, I couldn't help myself, I had to touch her. My hands wrapped around her waist and she turned around and threw her arms around me. We kissed passionately by the window, the sun streaming in, the endless blue ocean before us. She was soft and tasted sweet, our kiss could have lasted an eternity and that still wouldn't have been long enough for my satisfaction.

I looked at her. She was looking back at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers, they were shining. I reached up and wiped away her tears.

"Oh, Bam," she whispered. "What do we do know?"

I held her in my arms tightly. I never wanted to let her go. "Don't worry, baby," I replied. "I'll stay with you. Tonight, we'll head back to the mansion. I'm sure whoever's after you will be back tonight to finish the job. But this time, we'll be ready for him."

***

Alone in the ocean house, and not needing to head back up to Helmsley Mansion until evening, Mimi and I fucked on the living room floor by the huge bay windows overlooking the water. Her naked body was a soft, smooth, beautiful playground for my dick. She let me put it anywhere. In her mouth, in her pussy, between her tits, deep in her ass; it was all fair game for me. I fucked her face relentlessly over the sofa. She looked up at me lovingly as she tongued my balls, lapping up the salty sweat like a hungry kitten. I bent her over a small desk in the corner and pummeled her tight, little ass until she couldn't take it anymore. Back on the sofa, I reclined as she sucked my dick until my eyes nearly popped out of my skull. I slammed her up against one of the french doors overlooking the ocean as I buried my cock deep inside her pussy. Our hands held one another, fingers intertwined as I thrust myself deeper inside. When it was time, I showered her with my cum and she delighted in it as if it were a gift from the heavens. She was on the floor, playful as ever, and looked up at me as my dick fired, blasting her face and tits with thick, molten jizz. She caught a heavy batch of it in her mouth and relished in my gooey, salty, sticky mess.




Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt. 03



Afterwards, my balls drained dry, I held her in my arms as we lie on the floor, the sunlight still streaming in from the windows. She nuzzled against my chest like a baby as she slept. I held her tight as I smoked my cigarette, staring out the window, over the endless blue horizon. Her breath was delicate as she lie there sleeping soundly, soft and peaceful, and filled with cum.

I thought about the night ahead of us. How we'd go back to the mansion, and wait for whoever was after her. I thought about the black car that had chased me off the highway and through the streets. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I was in too deep to pull out now.



Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt. 04



I was still holding Mimi in my arms, puffing on a cigarette, when she woke. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked.

"Not long," I replied. "Maybe twenty minutes." The sun was just barely beginning to set, casting an incredible orange glow over the ocean.

Mimi stirred. "I've been thinking about what you said, Bam. About going to the police."

I took a long drag. "Is that so?" This was the first smart thing I'd heard her say.

"Maybe you're right," she replied. "Everything has spiraled so completely out of control; I'm frightened. I'm too afraid to go back home now."

I hugged her gently. "I think you're making the right choice, baby." I let her go and got up from the floor. "I'll tell you what: let's get dressed and get out of here. I'll head on back to your place and wait there in case our guy decides to show up. You can take your car and drive on down to the police station."

Mimi leaned forward, her bare breasts bouncing back to life. "Do you think that's a good idea, Bam?" Mimi asked. "Why don't you come with me to the station?"

"And lose out on our chance of catching this guy?" I chided.

Mimi sighed. "I guess so, if that's what you think is best. I'm just afraid..."

I knelt back down and cupped her tits, giving them a firm squeeze. "Baby, there ain't nothing to be afraid of. I won't let anything happen to you. All you have to do is get dressed, drive down to the station and tell them everything. They'll take care of it." I could still see the hesitation in her eyes. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

Playing with her soft, warm breasts, my dick began to harden once again. I leaned in and went to kiss her ear when she got up from the floor and began walking toward a desk on the other side of the room. "Bam, I want you to take this with you. It's for protection." She opened the desk drawer and pulled out a gun.

I gave her a look. "What are you doing with that?"

"It's just a handgun I like to keep around for protection," she replied cooly. "I want you to take it with you. Please."

I stood up and took the gun from her. It was loaded.

***

Mimi and I left the beach house. She drove on ahead of me while I was following behind. I couldn't help the constant glancing in my rearview mirror to see if anyone was following us. The black car from earlier was still in my head. Lying on the seat next to me in the car was the loaded gun Mimi had given me.

When I reached the turn for Helmsley Mansion, I waited and watched Mimi's car disappear as she continued on for the city. I was relieved that she was finally going to the cops; typical for a dame to wait until things get really loused up before going for help.

I drove up to the mansion; it was quiet. The police cars were no longer there. I took the key Mimi had given me from my jacket pocket to let myself in. I figured I'd go inside, pour myself a stiff drink and wait for our friend to show up. To my surprise, the front door was unlocked.

Cautiously, I opened the door and walked inside. It was dark in the foyer, a bit unsettling for my taste, but I could see light coming from underneath the door of the library. Quietly, I closed the front door behind me and moved carefully through the dark and toward the source of light.

I could hear something coming from the library. A muffled sound. Was our guy already here? I reached into my jacket pocket, carefully grabbing for the gun. I inched closer. I could hear the sound of a woman. I held my breath and raised the gun as I reached for the library door. There was a long moan, heavy breathing. I readied the gun and slowly opened the door.

The light from the library was bright, and my eyes took a moment to adjust as it poured over me. In the doorway of the library, holding my breath with the gun readied, I stopped. There on the floor in front of the fireplace was a gorgeous young woman, her enormous tits pouring out and bouncing wildly from her tight french maid's dress as she rode a naked young man sprawled out on the rug. The gun went limp in my hand.

Neither of them noticed me as I stood there. The guy on the floor had his head turned away from me, and the girl, fucking herself with his dick, had her eyes closed and her head back.

"Oh my God, yes!" the girl cried. Her tits were bouncing in all directions as she jumped eagerly on the guy's cock.

Suddenly, the guy on the floor came to life. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

The girl jumped off his dick as the guy scrambled to his feet. She knelt before him, and opened her mouth, cum-hungry. The guy towered over her, positioned his dick directly over the girl's open mouth and jacked off into it.

The girl played with her tits as the guy dumped his load down her hatch. His dick sputtered, throwing ropes in her direction, but the talented girl was catching everything in her greedy mouth. I was impressed.

Finally, it appeared the guy had reached the end of his nut. The girl swallowed his batch and hungrily lurched forward and devoured his meat stick. The guy doubled over, clutching her head. My dick twitched in my pants as I watched the girl suck out the last remaining drops of his seed.

Clearly satisfied, the girl pulled away from him and let his dick drop from her lips. The guy, still doubled-over, breathed heavily, desperately trying to catch his breath. Finally, he looked up and saw me standing there.

"Hey, what is this? Who are you?" he cried, quickly backing away from the girl.

Instinctively, I held my hands up, forgetting I was clutching the gun. "Look, buddy, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here."

Startled, the girl put her tits back into her dress and stood up. "Who are you?"

I drowned in her beauty. She was tall and slender, and curved in all the right places. Her skin glowed, unblemished and smooth. She had long, blonde hair that hung over her shoulders like silken sunshine. Her tits were perfect and enormous, I was hypnotized as I imagined dropping a good, hefty load all over those soft, creamy mountains.

I stuttered. "I...I...look, I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." They stared at me. "I'm Detective Bam Barkley, I'm here checking the place out for Mrs. Helmsley."

The young maid looked surprised. "Mrs. Helmsley?! Do you know where she is, is she all right?"

"You're a detective?" The young man asked.

I looked over at him, he stood there naked looking like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, his spent dick flopping between his legs. "Hey buddy, how about grabbing a pair of pants and putting that thing away." Sheepishly, he walked over to the mound of clothes and started to dress.

The girl looked at me. "Are you with the police?"

"No, I'm not with the police," I replied. "I'm just a friend of Mrs. Helmsley; I'm here checking the place out. I'm guessing you're her servant?"

The girl nodded. "Yes, I'm Greta, her maid. And this is William, her gardener. We had heard that Mrs. Helmsley was missing, but didn't know what else to do. This isn't the first time she has been gone so we just assumed she'd be back eventually, so we kept to our duties..."

I eyed both of them cautiously. I could tell they were clean and didn't mean any trouble. They were just startled and embarrassed I had caught them with their pants down.

"Is Mrs. Helmsley all right?" Greta asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, she's going to be just fine. She's on her way now to the police station, I figured I'd come by, check the place out and wait for her. Make sure there was no funny business going on."

"If you please, Mr. Barkley," William had put his clothes back on and was desperate to get out of the room. "I will go now and finish in the garden."

"You do that," I replied.

William left, closing the door behind him. I walked over to the bar cart and poured myself a bourbon. I looked over at Greta as she was tying her hair back up. "So what's your story? Mrs. Helmsley said you've heard quite a bit of chatter lately. Heard some arguments between her and Mr. Hathaway."

"It's true," Greta replied. "Mrs. Helmsley and her father have not been on the best of terms in the past few weeks; always arguing, always quarreling."

I took a gulp of my drink. "And what is it that they're arguing about?"

"Lots of things, really," she replied. "But the other morning, they were arguing about money, and things got very heated between the two."

"Really?" I asked. "Care to fill me in on what they said?"

Greta winced. "Well, I didn't hear all of it so I'm not sure of everything exactly about what they discussed. But Mr. Hathaway was telling Mrs. Helmsley about a life insurance policy he had taken out. He was very adamant about it, but Mrs. Helmsley wouldn't listen. It sounded like he wanted her to know that if anything happened to him, she would be receive one hundred-thousand dollars!"

Mimi's story was becoming more and more complicated, more intriguing. I took another swig of my drink.

"Mrs. Helmsley was trying to reason with him," Greta continued. "Although she has been very nervous lately too! She's convinced that Mr. Helmsley sent someone to the house to kill her."

"About that," I interjected. "Have you seen anyone, or anything unusual, around here lately?"

Greta shook her head. "No, I had already left for the evening the night they suspected an intruder in the house."

"They?" I asked. "Both Mr. Hathaway and Mrs. Helmsley said an intruder broke into the house?"

"Yes, sir," Greta replied. "They were here together when it happened. They were so shook up about it!"

"Fascinating." I paused, trying to make sense of it all. It still wasn't coming together. "Anything else you'd care to tell me?"

Greta shook her head. "No, I think that is everything I know. I'm so worried for Mrs. Helmsley."

"Tell me, do you think Mrs. Helmsley shot her father?"

Greta hesitated. "I don't know. I really don't know. Mrs. Helmsley has always been so wonderful to me, such a nice lady. I couldn't imagine her doing something like that. But, she has not been herself these past few days. I am so worried for her..."

I finished my drink and dropped the glass on the table.

Greta eyes my glass. "Can you get you anything while you wait? Another drink, perhaps?"

I gazed at her. It was difficult to concentrate, to keep my head, as I started at her with those incredible tits and that little mouth that I had seen firsthand give a first-class blowjob. I licked my lips. I'd give anything to feel her soft skin, to run my dirty hands over her body. "Yeah, I'll take another drink."

She moved to make me a drink. I dropped the gun back into my jacket pocket. It would be at least another hour or two before Mimi would return. I glanced at the clock on the mantle; it was nearing eight. Still no sign of an intruder.

Greta approached me with my drink. "Here you are, Mr. Barkley." I took the drink from her as she watched me closely. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

I took a drink and looked at her. She was breathing heavy, her breasts heaving softly beneath her dress. I made no effort to hide where my eyes had wandered. "I wouldn't mind getting my dick wet, if that's what you mean." I licked my lips, gawking at her cleavage.

She bit her lip and giggled. "Mr. Barkley, you are very naughty." She jiggled, teasing me with her jugs. She reached up and touched my hair. "You look tired, Mr. Barkley. You must have a lot of stress. Look at that furrowed brow and those sad eyes." She smiled. "Greta will make you feel much better."

She grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh. It was just as soft as I had imagined. I moved my hand slowly up her thigh, under her skirt and rested it on her hip. She leaned toward me and kissed me. Her kiss was intoxicating. She sucked on my tongue and I dropped my drink to the floor, raising my other hand up her skirt. My hands moved back to her soft, naked ass. I pulled her towards me, giving her cheeks a firm squeeze. She let out a quiet squeal. With a single hand I grabbed at her dress and tore her top down. Her breasts popped out like two giant punching bags. Her rack was magnificent; two enormous balloons, soft and pink, her nipples — two plump berries, ripe with juice I was desperate to taste.

I lowered myself before her tits and buried my face. My mouth open, sloppily licking at her fun bags. She squeezed her tits together against my face, smothering me. I grasped at one breast with a firm hand and put the other into my mouth. I nursed on her tits like a newborn, desperate for nourishment.

As I sucked her tits, my hands continued to explore her body, and soon I slid an aggressive hand between her legs and grabbed her little pussy. She moaned. She kissed the top of my head, my face still buried in her fun bags. My fingers tugged her panties out of the way and, gently, I rubbed her little kitten. She quivered.

Giving a final lick to her succulent nipple, I pulled my face out from her breasts. I regained my composure, standing over her. She started up at me, hungrily, eager to please. I looked into her eyes, "Suck my dick, baby."

Greta lowered herself before me. I placed a hand on the back of her head, guiding her down to where she belonged. I untied her hair and let her long, shining blonde hair fall over her back and shoulders. Greta began to unfasten my belt and unbutton my pants, while I slipped off my jacket, tie and shirt, tossing everything onto the sofa. Greta looked up at me towering over her, her hands gently resting on my thighs. "You're so strong, Mr. Barkley," she whispered. Slowly, she pulled my pants down, my dick flopped out, heavy and thick, surprising her. She lit up. "Mr. Barkley! It's so big."

She placed a gentle hand on the base of my shaft and lifted it up to meet her lips. She planted a soft, tender kiss on the tip. The feeling was intense and I let out a relaxed sigh.

"Is this what you want, Mr. Barkley?" Greta asked sweetly, looking up at me, my cock in her tiny hand.

"Baby, you have no idea how bad I need this." She gave me another kiss, pouting her lips on the head, and then stuck out her tongue and graced it all along my pole. Jesus, that felt nice. Up and down, she slid her warm tongue all along my dick.

"That's right, baby," I said. "Get it nice and wet."

She lifted up my dick and began to lap up my ball sack. Her tongue felt incredible as it licked my boys. As she tongued my nuts, she stroked my johnson with her little hand. She moved deliberate and slow, driving me crazy. By the time she was finished getting my balls nice and wet, my dick was primed and ready. Like an angel, she placed her mouth on my massive hard-on and began to suck me into ecstasy.

I stood there and let her have her fun. Her blowjob was wet, warm and soft. Her tongue kneaded my dick while her mouth sucked me with a pressure that made me think my head was going to implode. She grabbed my ass with both hands and forced her face into my groin, deep-throating me completely. She had a lot of spirit; I could tell she enjoyed sucking dick.

She pulled away and I leaned down to kiss her. My kiss moved savagely from her lips to the side of her face and up to her forehead where I could smell the sweet perfume of her hair. I grabbed her head and put her back on my cock where she sucked me in earnest. I thrust into her face, invading her mouth, the thick, swollen head of my cock swabbing the back of her throat.

I looked down at her as she bobbed back on forth on my knob; she was sucking, slurping and smacking through the wet blowjob. She pulled my shaft from her mouth and concentrated her mouth on the mushroom-head of my cock. She swirled her tongue around the soft, shiny helmet and gave the tip tiny, gentle flicks. Her hand pumped me while she delighted in my cock head, giving it soft, passionate kisses.

"Do you like this, Mr. Barkley?" she asked, looking at me with those baby-doll eyes of hers.

I gave her a crooked smile. "I do like this, baby. I like this very much." We grinned at one another, taking comfort in that we were both getting exactly what we wanted.

She opened up her mouth for my cock again, sucking it with all her might. I was nearly ready to nut. "Hey baby," I whispered. "How 'bout we lose this dress of yours."

She let my cock drop from her lips, and I pulled her up to her feet. I helped her out of her dress, my eyes glued to her tits. Her dress dropped down to the floor and she kicked it off toward the side of the room. She stood there before me wearing nothing but her little cotton panties and black heels. My primal urges kicked in to overdrive and I grabbed her, spun her around and bent her over the sofa. She squealed with delight as I pulled her panties down; they dropped and hung lightly around her ankles.

I spit into my hand and lubed up. As I touched my tip to her little hole, Greta's little asshole puckered as if it were giving my dick sweet, gentle kisses, inviting it in, yearning to be filled. I placed my hands on her hips and grabbed her tight. With one swift movement, I entered her completely. Greta whimpered.

She was tight. I pushed deeper, filling her up, stretching her out. When I retracted, I felt the tug from her clenched rectum, as if it didn't want me to leave; she needed it, she was desperate for my dick and didn't want to let go. I freed myself from her ass, Greta gave a sigh of relief. But I grabbed her tighter and charged back into her sphincter with full force. She took me in all the way, balls deep.

I didn't take long to build up speed, I was ready to get my rocks off. Greta clutched at the sofa cushions as I fucked her in the ass. In and out, back and forth, I pounded her ass, giving her the fucking she was hungry for. I leaned over her and grabbed her titties, squeezing the flesh in my hands, as I thrust myself into her. Greta pushed herself up from the sofa; standing up, she reached her arms back and wrapped them around my neck. Holding her by her tits, I continued to fuck her relentlessly, knocking the air out of her.

She turned her head to kiss me. I gave her a wet, sloppy kiss, our tongues lashing out to one another, sucking each other's face. She was whimpering. I slowed my pace, I knew she couldn't take anymore, her ass was spent. I removed my hands from her breasts and softly placed them on her ass cheeks. Slowly, and gently, I pulled my dick from her ass.

When I was free I wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. I whispered into her ear. "Let's have a taste of that sweet little pussy of yours."

I spun her around and she climbed up onto the sofa. I knelt down before her and she parted her legs wide, exposing the sweetest, most alluring pussy I'd ever seen. I grabbed one of her ankles and hoisted it up above her head. I leaned in closer to her little muffin. She was as fresh as a spring rain, I breathed in her clean, crisp aroma and I was intoxicated. I planted a soft, ginger kiss on the lips of her cavern. She lowered her head back and let out a sigh of pleasure. I felt her hand run through my hair and rest itself on the back of my head. I gave her another kiss, this time longer, more sensual. She moved her hips forward. Hovering over her delicates, I went down and gave her a deep, wet kiss, forcing my tongue deep into the folds of her slit. She whimpered, holding my head down.

I licked my fingers and brought them to her opening as I kissed her. Gently, I spread her lips apart and drove my tongue deeper inside, tasting her soft, wet flesh. I began to lap up her pussy like a thirsty animal. Greta began to gyrate as I feasted. As I worked my tongue up and down, I felt her clit brush against my tongue. She let out a soft gasp. Determined, I began to focus on the tiny pearl. Greta was screaming, as I tongue-fucked her. I flicked my tongue violently over her little clit, sucking up her flesh and making out with her pussy. She was melting like butter.




Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt. 04



"Fuck me, Mr. Barkley," she cried. "Fuck me!"

My dick was a steel ramrod, hard as ever. I got up off my knees and spread her legs wide open. The fact that she was still wearing the black heels had me so turned on. I grabbed and readied my dick. Her pussy was swollen, throbbing, and hungry for cock. My hardened girth spread her pussy lips open and I pushed myself deep inside her. She was fucking incredible. Her pussy was warm, tight and moist, a perfect haven for my fuck stick. I buried my dick in deeper with each thrust.

She looked up at me with those adorable eyes of hers as I fucked her. I wiped the sweat from my brow without missing a beat. Her enormous tits flopped around, hypnotizing me as I banged her senseless on the sofa. She was clutching onto my arms, squeezing them tight, holding on for the ride I was giving her. "You're so strong, Mr. Barkley! You're so strong." I gave her a smile. A little encouragement was always appreciated.

I hoisted both her ankles up and placed them over my head, against my shoulders. Her opening was completely exposed and open, allowing unobstructed, easy access for my fuck pole. I was nearly dizzy, my head spinning. Her tight little pussy was gripping my penis, stroking it, milking it. She was playing with my nipples, pinching them lightly. Every nerve in my body was alive and ready to explode. I had reached my limit.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" I cried. I charged back and forth into her pussy, harder, faster and deeper than ever.

"Mr. Barkley," she whimpered. "Don't cum in me, please. Don't cum in me."

"Ok, baby, I won't," I lied. I knew I couldn't comply. I was too weak; I was under her spell, my dick entranced by her pussy, there was no way I could pull out.

"Mr. Barkley..." she whimpered.

I looked into her eyes. She was the most precious thing I'd ever seen. I dropped her legs down from my shoulders, and she wrapped them around me. I couldn't stop. Her tight insides were milking me with fury.

She placed her hands gently on my chest, squeezing my pecs. I stared at her pink balloons, bouncing around as if in a frenzy. "Don't cum in me..."

But it was too late. My balls were unloading into her snatch, pumping her full of sperm. "Oh fuck! I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!" I cried out. I grabbed her tits, holding on tightly. With my hog lodged deep inside her pussy, the dick milk was gushing out of me.

"Yes! Yes, Mr. Barkley!" she called out, clutching me. She was coming too.

I thrust deeper inside her, my dick firing round after round, fertilizing her with seed. She squeezed my chest muscles as I thrust forward, dominating her into submission.

I was a sweating mass of warm, pink flesh hunched over her; she had worked me into a sexual frenzy like I'd never known. My thrusting slowed as my dick emptied the last remaining ounces of baby batter deep inside her womb. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, pulling me close; we kissed, eagerly exploring each other's mouth with our tongues. When our kiss ended, her pussy released it's tight, firm grip around my dick and I let it baste inside her for a few moments. I looked into her eyes. She was beautiful, glowing with a warm light that drew me near, and I never wanted to leave her.

"Did you cum in me, Mr. Barkley?" she asked, her soft voice sweet and innocent.

I sighed. "I did, baby," I replied. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I was too weak; I couldn't pull out."

She nodded. "Ok, it's all right."

She was adorable. I wanted to kiss her again, but as she looked into my eyes, I could see everything clearly, I could feel her, and I knew my mistake. I knew it right then and there in that exact moment. I'd knocked her up. I could see it in her eyes as they bore through me. I'd knocked her up real good. Shit. I knew I'd have to ditch her and get the hell out of there.

I pulled my dick from her pussy and let her go. I grabbed my clothes and began to dress. My dick was still hard and wet from her snatch, and I struggled to get it back into my pants. My heart was still thumping; I was craving more but I knew I'd gone too far this time.

"Mr. Barkley," she whimpered. Poor girl. "Mr. Barkley, what are you doing?"

I was silent.

"Do you not like me?" Greta asked, hurt.

I lit a cigarette. "No, baby," I replied. "I like you. I like you a lot."

"Then where are you going?" she asked, lying naked and ravaged on the sofa, gently caressing her perfect tits.

I let out a long sigh. "I don't know, sweetheart. I don't know. But something tells me I need to get out of here. There ain't much use for a guy like me around so I'm gonna split while I still can."

"Will I ever see you again, Mr. Barkley?"

I grabbed my hat from the desk and gave her a long look. "I don't think so baby. Believe me, it's better this way." I touched the brim of my hat and gave her a wink. "See ya, sweetheart."

I turned to head out of the library when suddenly, I heard a racket coming from the foyer. The library door burst open and there was Mimi. Behind her, six uniformed policemen followed.

"There he is, officers; the man who killed my father!" she cried. "Be careful, he has a gun!"

The cigarette fell from my lips and I raised my hands as I stared straight ahead at the six policeman aiming their pistols at me.

"Hold it right there, Barkley!" I knew the voice; it took me right back to the past. I sighed as he walked forward; the chief of police, Kramer Briggs. "Looks like the jig is up, Barkley."

"Briggs, what's going on here?" I said. "What do you mean by all this?"

Mimi approached me, a fanatic look in her eyes. "You killed my father! It was you, Bam Barkley! And now you're going to pay for what you've done!"

"You're out of your mind, Mimi," I snapped. "Briggs, what's she saying?"

"You heard her," Briggs replied. He never liked me. "Boys, search Mr. Barkley. Let's see what he's hiding."

I swallowed hard as I felt the gun in my jacket pocket. The gun Mimi had given me, the gun she insisted I carry, the gun, I was fairly certain now, that had killed her old man.

"Hey, what's the meaning of all this? What's the big idea?" One of the officers reached into my pockets and pulled out the gun.

"You were right, Chief; take a look at this!" The officer held up the gun. "Same caliber gun used on Mr. Hathaway."

"Mimi, you gave me that gun!" I said. "You had it! You had it at the beach house, you insisted I carry it!"

Mimi shook her head. "I don't know what he's talking about!"

"Ok, Barkley; it's all over," Briggs said. "Why don't you just come along with us."

Two of the officers grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. They cuffed me good and tight and pushed me forward. "Come along, Barkley."

I tried to resist but the officers had me. "Hey watch it, bud," the officer said, grabbing me around my arm as I struggled.

"I'm telling you, she's crazy!" I cried. "You got it all wrong!"

They dragged me out of the library and out of the house. The smug smile on Briggs' face as he watched the boys haul me off made me want to kick in his teeth.

They pulled me out of the house and through the courtyard to where they had parked their car. "Come along, Barkley; the show's over."

I was finished. There was no use in struggling anymore. Mimi had fixed me up real good this time. I took the bait and walked right in to her trap. She pulled it off nicely, too. Killed her old man and pinned it all on the first sucker she could find. I wasn't going anywhere, the officers cuffed me and had me in their midst. The next stop, the last stop, for me would be the gas chamber.

Suddenly, headlights appeared through the darkness coming up the driveway of Helmsley Mansion. "Hey, who's this coming up the driveway?" one of the officers asked.

"Beats me," the other replied.

They stopped as the car made it's way up to the house. There was something familiar about the car. I could barely make it out at first, but as it came closer and into the light coming from Helmsley Mansion, I realized it was the black car that had been following me. Briggs and Mimi had just come out of the house and stared as the car pulled up. Everyone waited and watched as a man in a dark overcoat climbed out of the car.

"Hold it right there, boys," the man said to the officers clutching me.

"And what is the meaning of this?" Briggs bellowed. "Who are you?"

The man walked over to Briggs and Mimi. "Maxwell Lightner, private investigator," he replied. "And Chief Briggs, you've got the wrong man."

Briggs made a face. "What are you talking about, what do you know about Mr. Barkley?"

Lightner took out a cigarette from his coat pocket. "I know that Mr. Barkley, here, had absolutely nothing to do with the death of Mr. Reginald Hathaway."

A wave of relief rushed over me. Mimi began to back away. "No! No, it's not true," she exclaimed, shaking her head. "Mr. Barkley is the murderer; he killed my father!"

"Calm down there, lady," Lightner said, lighting his cigarette. "Mr. Barkley, here, is no murderer. And neither are you."

Mimi gaped at the man. Briggs was becoming unhinged. "I tell you, sir, what is the meaning of all this?! If you know something, you'd better start talking!"

"Look," Lightner began. "I've been following both Mrs. Helmsley and Mr. Barkley for the past 2 days, and I know neither of them killed old Mr. Hathaway. The truth is, Mr. Hathaway committed suicide."

Shocked, Mimi held a mouth to her hand. "What?!"

"You see, Mr. Hathaway recently found himself in a good amount of trouble with the wrong sort of people," he continued. "Gambling debts that were sure to ruin him. When it became obvious that Hathaway wouldn't be able to pay, a man was sent to the house to...check in on the matter."

"The intruder the other night?" Mimi asked.

"Bingo," he answered. "Word got out that your old man was hiding the money in the house, but when the intruder saw Hathaway wasn't alone that night he chickened out and fled. That's when Mr. Hathaway came to see me. He hired me to track down the intruder and keep an eye out on Mrs. Helmsley here."

"And did you find this intruder?" Briggs asked, genuinely intrigued.

"Oh yeah, I found him," Lightner replied. "I found him at the bottom of a cliff. When he returned to his boss without the money, things didn't go too well for him."

"So it wasn't someone sent by my husband." Mimi said, relieved. "But what about my father?"

"I've come to the conclusion, Mrs. Helmsley," he replied. "That your father felt it was best to off himself, thereby erasing the debts he owed and, additionally, he knew that in the event of his death, you, as his daughter, would receive a hefty life insurance payout. It also helped that he already had a nice stash of bills hiding in the house, but he knew he needed to get it out of Helmsley Mansion right away, and so..."

"He asked me to collect it and hide it at the beach house," Mimi finished thoughtfully. "Of course. He asked me to take it right away, wouldn't allow me to ask any questions. He just kept rattling on about his will, how everything was in order, the life insurance policy. I was furious with him, I had no idea what he was so upset about. So I left, with the money, hid it at the beach house, and when I returned, he was dead."

"That's right," Lightner replied. "While you were out your old man killed himself. I know this because the police report confirms Hathaway's time of death. And I was able to confirm that Mrs. Helmsley, here, was seen at a little coffee shop at that exact time by a —" he paused and cleared his throat "— very accommodating young waitress. The report also cites Hathaway had powder burns on his face, he was left handed, the angle of the bullet in the left temple showed that the wound was self-inflicted. A clear suicide, if you ask me."

I looked over at Briggs. He was embarrassed.

Lightner elaborated. "Mrs. Helmsley was out of the house and on her way to hide the cash on her father's orders exactly when Mr. Hathaway died. He was certain his death would be classified as a suicide. He never intended for Mrs. Helmsley to be suspected."

"Oh, dad..." Mimi weeped.

Briggs grumbled, clearly annoyed. "Well, what about Barkley, here?"

"Barkley," Lightner went on, "was Mrs. Helmsley's poorly conceived plan. She thought she'd be fingered as her father's murderer, and, I'm concluding, concocted a scheme to find a chump to take the fall."

Mimi sniffed. "It's true. He's right."

I breathed a long, loud sigh. "Hey, fellas," I said to the officers bruising my arms. "You heard the lady, you mind taking your hands off me?" Reluctantly, they let me go.

Lightner took a puff from his cigarette. "Later that night I followed her down to Derby Boulevard."

"It was you?" Mimi realized. "I thought you were someone sent by my husband. I thought it must have been you who broke into our house."

"I saw you run away from me," Lightner went on. "I watched her jump into Barkley's car. I knew something was up right away. And that's when I started tailing Barkley. I suspected Mimi's plan, and tried to keep tabs on the situation, but Barkley kept eluding me. I had a suspicion, however, that I'd find him here tonight. And it looks like I arrived just in time."

I was glaring at Mimi, furious with her. She was crying, her head down. "I suppose, I will be the one you take down to the station tonight, officer?"

Briggs sighed. "I'm afraid so, Mrs. Helmsley." He walked over to Lightner and held out his hand. "I suppose I owe you an apology, inspector. Thank you for clearing up this whole mess."

"Don't mention it," Lightner replied.

The officers removed my cuffs and latched them onto Mimi. As they walked her to the police car, Mimi hesitated as they approached me. I glared at her. "Well, baby, you gave me a nice ride. A very nice ride."

She looked at me, pained but nevertheless beautiful. "I'm so sorry, Bam. I'm so terribly sorry. I loved you. Can you ever forgive me?"

I gave her a once-over: the legs, the curve of her ass, her gorgeous tits, and that incredible, shining blonde hair. I smirked, shaking my head. What a dame. "Baby," I said. "If you ever see me, maybe walking down the street, or driving up the boulevard, and something compels you to stop me, or jump in my car — don't. Just keep walking."

Mimi's face fell and the officers escorted her away and helped her into the car.

I looked up at the night sky, the moon casting a blue glow over the courtyard as the gothic mansion towered up above. It had been a crazy couple of days, but I was looking forward to getting back to my cubbyhole of an apartment.

"Hey, Chief," a young man's voice called from the front door of the house. I looked over; one of Brigg's boys, having just come out of the house, was trying to get his attention. I squinted and saw that his fly was down, his hair disheveled and his shirt tail was partly untucked. Standing next to him was Greta. Her dress was wrinkled and she had missed the thick streak of the boy's jizz that clung to her long, blonde hair. "I found this girl inside. She says she may be able to give us some information."

I laughed to myself and walked to my car. "Have fun, buddy. She's your problem now."

***

A week later I was on the phone with my buddy Joe, an upcoming big shot down in Hollywood. "Is that so? She's working out well for you?" I asked.

"Buddy, you weren't kidding," he replied. "This girl sucks dick like an angel." I heard him put his hand over the receiver, "That's right, baby, just like that, suck on the tip. Yeah..." He was back, "Bam, you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here," I chuckled. "Glad to hear she's working out for you."

"OH SHIT — uh, yeah, she's incredible," Joe replied. "And you say she was stuck hiding out in some little coffee shop? Christ, well, thank you for sending her to me — OH FUCK! Hey Bam, buddy, I gotta go! Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cu—"

I smiled, hung up the phone, and reclined in my desk chair. I stared out my office window and thought about the last week. After Mimi was charged and put away, Briggs apologized for the mix-up and hoped there were no hard feelings. Said he'd been holding a grudge for too long and then re-instated my badge, gave me everything back. So there I was, back in my office, at my desk, looking over the dirty, rotten city that I hated. Detective Bam Barkley, back in action.

"Mr. Barkley," the little brunette on her knees before me squeaked. "Am I doing ok?"

"You're doing great, sweetheart," I replied. I leaned back and placed my hands behind my head as she sucked my dick.

"What about me, Mr. Barkley?" the cute little red-head chimed in, sweetly tonguing my balls.

"You too, baby," I winked at her and she smiled with her cute little freckles. I couldn't wait to paint over them, covering her little face with a splash of warm scum.

"Mr. Barkley, these two have been having all the fun!" said the dark-haired doll rubbing my shoulders. "It's my turn to taste it."

I laughed. "Girls, girls, all three of you can enjoy." I looked at the brunette, "Here, you suck on it," I pointed to the red-haired girl, "you can lick my balls," I instructed the dark-haired girl, "and baby, you can climb up on this desk here and let me eat that sweet little pussy of yours."

The girls giggled and each of them did as they were told. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when the two on my cock began to play with my balls as they made out with one another, my dick entangled in their wet, sloppy kiss.

"Mr. Barkley, your penis is so big!" the little brunette whispered to me.

"Shhhh—" I hushed her quietly, placing a hand on the back of her head. "No talking, baby. Just suck." Obediently she opened up, I pushed her head down, and I put her mouth back on my dick where it belonged.

The End.