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09-17-2008, 02:04 AM
Caught in the Act
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by Alice Gray © 2008 (http://www.erotica-readers.com/GD/S/Caught_in_the_Act.htm)
"From the looks of her I'd say it's a fair bet she was a damned good fuck," observed Detective Richard Johnson.
"Christ, Johnson, you are one hard motherfucker. I don't know anyone else who could look at that," Detective John Reynolds nodded toward the body, "and think about fucking."
A very beautiful, very naked and very dead woman lay bound to her bed.
"I'm just making an observation Reynolds. It's what I get paid to do. If you don't mind a bit of advice, you ought to consider buying your panties a couple sizes larger. Makes it easier to think when your balls aren't being squeezed by your undershorts. So fill me in. What have we got so far?" Detective Johnson asked.
Reynolds glanced down at the notebook in his hand. "Caucasian female, approximately 35 years old. Cause of death is most likely from massive blood loss due to a severed jugular." Reynolds recited the facts with clinical detachment.
"Raped?" Johnson asked.
"Raped? No, but she'd recently had what appears to be consensual sexual intercourse. The medical examiner says he's pretty sure we won't get a semen sample though." Reynolds glanced briefly over at the body before continuing. "Good fuck or not, it looks like the victim practiced safe sex."
"Does that look like safe sex to you Reynolds?" Johnson asked.
Together they looked at the dead woman bound spread-eagled to the bed. Her face was contorted into a gross approximation of orgasmic bliss but the gaping wound on her throat made it clear that she'd been murdered rather than having died from a massive orgasm.
"What's with the letter 'A'?" Johnson asked.
"Nasty bit of work. We think whoever killed her carved that between her tits before he cut her throat. The ME says he's pretty sure she was alive when it happened. Something about how much it bled and the way it clotted."
"We get an ID yet?" Johnson asked.
"Yeah. According to the electric and telephone bills she was Cynthia King. We're running down DMV, social security and everything else. I'm still waiting to hear back on those." Reynolds told him.
Johnson looked down at the woman again. "Shame, bet she was an amazing fuck."
"Christ, Johnson will you cut that shit out! It gives me the creeps. My mother always said you should never speak ill of the dead." Reynolds told him.
"I'm not speaking ill, I'm just making an observation. Any motive or suspects?"
"No, not yet. We're guessing she knew her killer. No signs of forced entry, the recent consensual sex, the mutilation on her chest and the slashed throat all seem to suggest a crime of passion. The crime scene guys think they may have some fresh tire tracks and partial prints but nothing solid yet."
"Hey Reynolds! Get your ass in here. I think you might want to see this. It looks like a clue, Scoob," the tech in the living room called in his best imitation of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo.
They found the tech in front of the victim's entertainment center. The TV was on, the screen glowing the blue of passive video feed. Reaching out a gloved finger the tech hit the 'play' button on the DVD player.
"What…what are you doing Cindy?" The man's voice is loud and clear.
"I'm hungry Charles," the dead woman replies, "so hungry."
The detectives watched the woman on the screen pull the man's huge cock out of his pants and start sucking and stroking it.
"Hey, isn't that—"
"Yeah, it's him," said Johnson. "Who'd have ever guessed that the Mayor had a cock that big? I always took him for a ball-less, prick-less faggot. Guess he gets the last laugh on that point."
"Oh God." the Mayor groans from the television's speakers. "Fuck that feels so good."
Some of the other crime scene techs came over to watch the Mayor getting a blowjob. In the video, the woman was deep-throating the Mayor's cock while he held her head down in his lap.
"By the look on the Mayor's face I'd say our victim was a world class cocksucker. What do you say boys?" Johnson asked.
"Stroke it," the dead woman demands.
"What?" The Mayor's voice is slow and confused.
"I said stroke it. I want to watch you masturbate while I finish undressing," she says.
"Jesus, I don't think I can handle watching the Mayor jerk himself off. Anyone object to fast forwarding this part?" Johnson asked. None of the other men raised any objection.
The tech skipped the video ahead, the speed of the video making the Mayor appear to be having a seizure.
"Whoa! Hold up there. Let's watch from this point. Can you rewind it just a little?" Johnson asked the tech.
"Sit on my lap." The Mayor invites the woman. He runs his palm against the silky white front of her panties. The flushed outline of the victim's pussy is visible against the wet satin.
The woman climbs up onto the Mayor's lap straddling him. She presses against him, trapping his cock between their bodies and rolling against the Mayor.
The woman pulls back, sheathing the Mayor's monster cock in a condom. She gets off him long enough to remove her panties. In a flash, she's back on the couch, that huge cock slowly disappearing into her moist cunt.
"You're so fucking tight in there. God, your pussy is so good." The Mayor groans.
"Jesus, would you look at her riding his cock? Fucking amazing," Johnson marveled.
"You're a goddamned pig Johnson! Have some fucking respect for the dead would you?"
Johnson shot a glance at Anderson, the only woman on the scene. "You're just pissed Anderson 'cuz the victim's tits are bigger and perkier than yours."
"Fucking pig! You all should be ashamed of yourselves." Anderson turned and went back into the bedroom to finish her job of taking the crime scene photos.
"Has anyone paid a visit to the Mayor yet? Do we even know where he is?" Johnson wanted to know.
"Yeah, we got a couple unmarked's headed over to his house. They should be at his door in five. We're trying to keep it low profile."
"Good, that's good. Just remember people," Johnson called out, "all we know for sure right now is that the Mayor was boinking the victim. Just because he was fucking her doesn't mean he killer her."
"I wonder if he knows about the video?" Reynolds asked. "In any case, it'll make for great entertainment in divorce court." Reynolds changed the pitch of his voice to a high falsetto, 'Oh Mayor, your cock is so huge. Slam it into me baby'," he said, pretending to be the dead woman.
"Cut the crap, Reynolds. Let's you and me go pay a visit to the Mayor."
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"From the looks of her I'd say it's a fair bet she was a damned good fuck," observed Detective Richard Johnson.
"Christ, Johnson, you are one hard motherfucker. I don't know anyone else who could look at that," Detective John Reynolds nodded toward the body, "and think about fucking."
A very beautiful, very naked and very dead woman lay bound to her bed.
"I'm just making an observation Reynolds. It's what I get paid to do. If you don't mind a bit of advice, you ought to consider buying your panties a couple sizes larger. Makes it easier to think when your balls aren't being squeezed by your undershorts. So fill me in. What have we got so far?" Detective Johnson asked.
Reynolds glanced down at the notebook in his hand. "Caucasian female, approximately 35 years old. Cause of death is most likely from massive blood loss due to a severed jugular." Reynolds recited the facts with clinical detachment.
"Raped?" Johnson asked.
"Raped? No, but she'd recently had what appears to be consensual sexual intercourse. The medical examiner says he's pretty sure we won't get a semen sample though." Reynolds glanced briefly over at the body before continuing. "Good fuck or not, it looks like the victim practiced safe sex."
"Does that look like safe sex to you Reynolds?" Johnson asked.
Together they looked at the dead woman bound spread-eagled to the bed. Her face was contorted into a gross approximation of orgasmic bliss but the gaping wound on her throat made it clear that she'd been murdered rather than having died from a massive orgasm.
"What's with the letter 'A'?" Johnson asked.
"Nasty bit of work. We think whoever killed her carved that between her tits before he cut her throat. The ME says he's pretty sure she was alive when it happened. Something about how much it bled and the way it clotted."
"We get an ID yet?" Johnson asked.
"Yeah. According to the electric and telephone bills she was Cynthia King. We're running down DMV, social security and everything else. I'm still waiting to hear back on those." Reynolds told him.
Johnson looked down at the woman again. "Shame, bet she was an amazing fuck."
"Christ, Johnson will you cut that shit out! It gives me the creeps. My mother always said you should never speak ill of the dead." Reynolds told him.
"I'm not speaking ill, I'm just making an observation. Any motive or suspects?"
"No, not yet. We're guessing she knew her killer. No signs of forced entry, the recent consensual sex, the mutilation on her chest and the slashed throat all seem to suggest a crime of passion. The crime scene guys think they may have some fresh tire tracks and partial prints but nothing solid yet."
"Hey Reynolds! Get your ass in here. I think you might want to see this. It looks like a clue, Scoob," the tech in the living room called in his best imitation of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo.
They found the tech in front of the victim's entertainment center. The TV was on, the screen glowing the blue of passive video feed. Reaching out a gloved finger the tech hit the 'play' button on the DVD player.
"What…what are you doing Cindy?" The man's voice is loud and clear.
"I'm hungry Charles," the dead woman replies, "so hungry."
The detectives watched the woman on the screen pull the man's huge cock out of his pants and start sucking and stroking it.
"Hey, isn't that—"
"Yeah, it's him," said Johnson. "Who'd have ever guessed that the Mayor had a cock that big? I always took him for a ball-less, prick-less faggot. Guess he gets the last laugh on that point."
"Oh God." the Mayor groans from the television's speakers. "Fuck that feels so good."
Some of the other crime scene techs came over to watch the Mayor getting a blowjob. In the video, the woman was deep-throating the Mayor's cock while he held her head down in his lap.
"By the look on the Mayor's face I'd say our victim was a world class cocksucker. What do you say boys?" Johnson asked.
"Stroke it," the dead woman demands.
"What?" The Mayor's voice is slow and confused.
"I said stroke it. I want to watch you masturbate while I finish undressing," she says.
"Jesus, I don't think I can handle watching the Mayor jerk himself off. Anyone object to fast forwarding this part?" Johnson asked. None of the other men raised any objection.
The tech skipped the video ahead, the speed of the video making the Mayor appear to be having a seizure.
"Whoa! Hold up there. Let's watch from this point. Can you rewind it just a little?" Johnson asked the tech.
"Sit on my lap." The Mayor invites the woman. He runs his palm against the silky white front of her panties. The flushed outline of the victim's pussy is visible against the wet satin.
The woman climbs up onto the Mayor's lap straddling him. She presses against him, trapping his cock between their bodies and rolling against the Mayor.
The woman pulls back, sheathing the Mayor's monster cock in a condom. She gets off him long enough to remove her panties. In a flash, she's back on the couch, that huge cock slowly disappearing into her moist cunt.
"You're so fucking tight in there. God, your pussy is so good." The Mayor groans.
"Jesus, would you look at her riding his cock? Fucking amazing," Johnson marveled.
"You're a goddamned pig Johnson! Have some fucking respect for the dead would you?"
Johnson shot a glance at Anderson, the only woman on the scene. "You're just pissed Anderson 'cuz the victim's tits are bigger and perkier than yours."
"Fucking pig! You all should be ashamed of yourselves." Anderson turned and went back into the bedroom to finish her job of taking the crime scene photos.
"Has anyone paid a visit to the Mayor yet? Do we even know where he is?" Johnson wanted to know.
"Yeah, we got a couple unmarked's headed over to his house. They should be at his door in five. We're trying to keep it low profile."
"Good, that's good. Just remember people," Johnson called out, "all we know for sure right now is that the Mayor was boinking the victim. Just because he was fucking her doesn't mean he killer her."
"I wonder if he knows about the video?" Reynolds asked. "In any case, it'll make for great entertainment in divorce court." Reynolds changed the pitch of his voice to a high falsetto, 'Oh Mayor, your cock is so huge. Slam it into me baby'," he said, pretending to be the dead woman.
"Cut the crap, Reynolds. Let's you and me go pay a visit to the Mayor."
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