I cant tell no one
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In our initial survey of Sly Bucks’ massive bedroom, one of the uniformed cops discovered a laptop computer under one of the pillows of the billionaire’s bed. It was several days before I had the time to consider what it might contain. I called one of the nerds in our computer section and asked for some help, assuming that everything on the laptop would be password secured.
I had completely forgotten about the computer until three days later, one of the computer geeks showed up at my door. “I’m told there’s a laptop you need hacked?” he said, leaning against the door frame, looking utterly uninterested.
“Yeah,” I answered, reaching for the laptop. “We’re working on a murder case. This machine was found in the vic’s bedroom. I’d like to know what’s in it.”
“Have you tried turning it on?”
“No,” I answered, more than a little pissed to be asked such a stupid question. But as a female detective, I was accustomed to condescending remarks like his. “The vic was a billionaire. I’m sure he had password protection on everything. That’s why I called the experts.”
The man sat down on the corner of my desk and pressed the computer power button. “It’s a nice model,” the expert told me as he inspected it. “This baby probably costs more than six grand.”
“Money was never a problem for Mr. Bucks,” I replied as I watched.
In less than five minutes, the geek pushed the computer toward me. “Here ya go, Detective. This rich guy must have been pretty certain he was safe. I can’t find anything in the files that are protected. It looks like he used a lot of memory for videos. There isn’t much in the way of documents. He must have used this one for enjoyment.”
“Thanks for the help,” I grunted, surprised at what the geek told me. As the man walked out of my office, I opened a folder entitled Videos. “I see what you mean,” I said to the room as I scrolled down a list of videos. “Fuck me!” I said out loud, seeing there were at least two hundred. The files were grouped together under headings like “HH” and “RC.”
“What the hell are these?” I again said aloud as I clicked on RC1. Suddenly the screen lit up with the face of Rosie Cheeks. She was smiling at the camera and undressing. I took my eyes from the computer screen to see if anyone was looking in the large window to my office. We had stringent rules stating that porn could not be watched in the squad room. But then I reasoned that I was investigating a case and needed to follow every lead. By the time the video showed Rosie completely naked, I had an understanding of why Mr. Bucks liked to have her around.
Rosie was stunning! What a body! Rosie was a beautiful woman, with woman being the keyword. She had a woman’s body with rounded hips and full breasts. For an actress who had spent over ten years in the porn business, she was still a hot babe. I remembered that Rosie was one of the first porn stars to squirt on camera.
I closed the video and opened one labeled HH4. This film opened with a naked Heidi Honeypot on a large chair holding a giant dildo. Like the last one, this movie was definitely homemade. This one quickly removed any doubt that Mr. Bucks was amusing himself with the woman Rosie Cheeks had attacked the night of the party.
Looking at the directory, I found IJB, making me believe that Buck’s assistant, Ima Jean Butkis, did have more than a business relationship with her boss. There was not a file PP, for Purdy Purity. The young woman had denied having a sexual relationship with Mr. Bucks. Perhaps this was proof.
But the file that got my attention was labeled, FB. Who could that be? I couldn’t think of anyone on my suspect list with those initials. There were only three videos in the FB file, so it was simple enough to find out.
I opened FB1 and immediately shouted, “Fuck Me!”
One of the young detectives stuck his head in my office door. “Everything all right, boss?”
“Yeah, Yeah. I’m fine. I just found some surprising evidence in the Bucks case. Go back to your desk,” I growled. I got up to close my office door and returned to the laptop. Making certain no one could see the computer screen, I started the video again. There on the display was Father Bottomore in his black priest cassock . What the hell was the priest from the largest Catholic Church in the city doing in Sly Bucks’ bedroom?
The reason soon became apparent. A voice behind the camera instructed Bottomore to remove his clothes. Within a few minutes, I was surprised to see the priest standing naked in front of the camera. I was also surprised to see that Bottomore had a muscular tanned body. “What a waste,” I mumbled, looking to check out his package.
Again I had to wonder what was happening. Why would this highly placed priest be naked in Bucks’ bedroom? My question was soon answered when the film showed the priest lean over the back of a chair and present his butt to the camera. Seconds later, a thick, hard cock appeared before the camera and was quickly shoved up the priest’s ass.
For the next several minutes, the screen was filled with the cock pumping in and out of the priest. I didn’t hear any noise or sounds of enjoyment until the very end. The man with the thick cock groaned, obviously from orgasm. The camera moved back to show cum dripping from the holy man’s ass before the screen went blank.
“What the hell?” I said again. “This doesn’t make sense.” However, there were two more videos, marked FB2 and FB3. I checked both and they were virtually identical to the first. The same priest undressing and presenting his butt for the use of the man with the camera. I could only assume that the man behind the camera was Bucks.
“Bucks must have had some incriminating evidence against the priest,” I surmised. “He must have been blackmailing the priest. It’s the only thing that makes any sense.” I went back to the video files and found that they had been made one year apart. The last one had a date-stamp just three months ago.
I unwrapped what must have been my fiftieth sucker of the day, leaned back in my chair and mulled over the information I had just uncovered. The evidence showed that Father Bottomore was also a suspect to consider for the murder. It seemed evident the Father was being blackmailed. How many times had I seen something similar? But why would the victim blackmail a catholic priest? Bucks already had more money than God and the priest couldn’t have had more than one hundred dollars to his name.
I decided that Father Bottomore needed to be questioned. The case files showed that he had been interviewed the day following Bucks’ death, but he insisted he had no knowledge of what had happened. He admitted to having been to Bucks’ home that night, but only for a few minutes. The priest had not told the interviewer why he was there. I need to know WHY.
The following afternoon one of my detectives appeared at my door. “Hey boss, I’ve got a holy man here to see you.”
“A what?” I growled.
“This guy must be some kind of priest or pastor. He’s all dressed in black with a little white collar under his chin,” the Detective explained. “And he’s got a really stupid name.”
“Is his name Bottomore?”
“Yeah,” the Detective said with a grin. “You know this guy?”
“You might say he’s one of the suspects in the Bucks case,” I told the Detective as I wondered if moron would ever make it as a detective. “Send him in.”
Two minutes later, the handsome Father Bottomore stood at my door. “Detective Balls,” he said in a silky baritone voice. “I’m Father Bottomore. I was told you wished to speak with me.”
Standing, I waved Bottomore into my office. “Thanks, Father. It was really good of you to come down to the station. I had thought about coming out to your Church, but decided you might be more willing to speak freely away from prying eyes.”
“That was very thoughtful of you, Detective,” the priest said as he entered my office and selected a chair.
I saw his eyes look through the clutter on my desk and on my bookshelf. “Please excuse the mess, Father. I’m afraid we get kinda busy here and things just seem to pile up.” As I sat down, I couldn’t help but take in this handsome man. He must have been more than six feet tall, with a broad chest and a goatee with tinges of white in it.
“I would never be judgmental, Detective. I’ve spent my life as a servant of God. HE will judge you. Not me.”
My first thought was Father Bottomore was an asshole, but I decided to withhold my assessment until we had talked a bit more. He gave the impression of being aloof, but that exterior might melt when he found out I had videos of him being buggered.
“As you might guess, Father, we’re working on the case of Sly Bucks. It hasn’t been determined yet if his death was accidental or a case for homicide. I’m hoping that you might help shed some light on what little we know.”
“Why would you think I would know anything beneficial to help your inquiry?”
“Oh,” I thought to myself. “You’re not just an asshole. You’re a devious asshole.”
“I have several reasons to think you might be helpful,” I told the priest as I tented my fingers while placing my elbows on my desk. “The first reason is that several of the guests at the Busks mansion on the night of his death reported having seen you around the back of the house.”
“Am I the only man who wears a collar who could have been there?” he answered with a smirk.
“Since you mention it,” I said with a frown, “You do seem to be the only person of religious persuasions who has ever been seen on the Busks grounds.” I noticed a bit of the smugness seemed to dissolve from his face.
“When you add that to the videos I have of you taking Bucks’ cock up your ass, I have to think the possibility of you having some helpful information is quite realistic.”
The pompous look on Bottomore’s face disappeared. He didn’t blush, but he knew he had been caught.
“I was hoping those videos would be lost forever,” the Father mumbled.
“I’m sure you would like to hope that, but I’m sorry to say, Mr. Bucks kept them on his laptop along with many other videos he made with other people.”
Bottomore seemed to be fixated with his fingers. I’ve seen hundreds of perps in this state. They are trying to look calm while their mind spins at high speed, trying to come up with some logical explanation of their activities. I waited until he looked up at me. The look in his eyes told me his bluster was gone.
“I have three videos of you, Father Bottomore. They are dated about a year apart. All three are the same. You are standing in front of a video camera fully dressed. Then at a command, you remove all of your clothing and bend over a chair, presenting your ass to be used. Does that sound about right to you?”
“Yes,” the priest said, holding his head up. “I went through that indignity three times.”
“From what I’ve read about Catholic priests, that would not be an uncommon activity,” I suggested.
“I will be truthful with you, Detective,” the priest said clearly. “I did similar things in my youth, but not since I became dedicated to the Church. It is unseemly, to say the least.”
I picked up a sucker from the bag in my desk drawer and offered it to the priest. When he shook his head no, I unwrapped it and took my time before the next question. “I’ve seen things like this before.”
“I imagine that you might,” Bottomore replied in a quiet voice.
“But what has me baffled is this. Someone being videotaped like this is almost always something done as an act of blackmail. What the hell could Bucks want from you? As a priest, you don’t have any money and lord knows Bucks was filthy rich. I just don’t get it.”
“Blackmail does not always have to do with money, Detective,” the priest said as he sat up straight in his chair. “A person of my stature in the church could be held up to ridicule, or transferred to a small town church to wither in ignominy.”
I thought about it for a minute. “So you’re saying that you allowed yourself to be filmed in a homosexual act in order to get something from Mr. Bucks? You willingly participated in the act to get something you wanted? Is that it?”
Sitting up straight in the chair, Father Bottomore closed his eyes and sighed.
“I need to know what happened at Bucks house the night he died. If you tell me what you know, I’ll do my best to keep the information private. If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to let what I already know become public,” I told the priest.
Bottomore opened his eyes, glaring at me. “You’ll give me your word that my information will remain privy to you?”
“As long as you weren’t responsible for Bucks’ death, I can make that happen.”
“Very well,” Bottomore said with another deep sigh. “A little more than three years ago, Mr. Bucks approached me after Sunday mass. He invited me to his home for lunch, saying he had some things to discuss that might be of interest to our parish. Knowing that the man was extremely wealthy and thinking that he might want to make a sizeable donation, I accepted his offer and agreed to meet him the next Wednesday.”
“Just you?” I asked.
“Yes. Bucks suggested that he wanted to discuss some issues privately,” Bottomore replied. “On Wednesday, I arrived just prior to noon and was shown to a private dining room by his head housekeeper, Purdy Purity. After we had finished lunch and were having coffee, Mr. Bucks made his offer. He intended to will his property to the Church following his death. It was a magnificent offer. I was aware that his estate was valued at more than two hundred million dollars. He went on to say that he would stipulate that I would be named as the person to be responsible for the property.”
“Did he have some idea how the church would use his home?” I asked.
“He thought it might make a fine retreat or nunnery,” Bottomore answered.
“That would be a pretty cushy job for you,” I suggested.
Bottomore blinked twice. “Actually, you are correct. I will admit that the idea of finishing my days running a retreat in as fine a home as Mr. Bucks got my immediate attention.”
“What did Bucks want in return?” I asked. From what I knew about the multi-millionaire, he was a deal maker. “Was he just interested in his salvation?”
“In a way,” the priest replied. “When he saw that I was interested, he laid out his grand plan. You see, Mr. Bucks was very concerned about his soul. He freely admitted to living a life of debauchery and was concerned that he would not be allowed into heaven. What he proposed was that I would become his personal confessor. I would accept his confessions after their commission and absolve him of his sins.
My absolution would save his immortal soul.”
“That’s an interesting idea,” I told the priest. “And you bought into it?”
“For the good of the church,” Bottomore answered quickly. “How could I refuse anything that would reward the parish so handsomely?”
I was thinking, “bull shit,” but let the priest story continue.
“Taking me to his bedroom, Mr. Bucks showed me an addition he had made. He had built a small alcove in the corner of his room that had a private entrance. From this small room, I could see his entire bedroom through what appeared to be a mirror but in effect was a one-way glass. He suggested that I could hide in the alcove and he would be able to make his confession as soon as he had committed his transgression. He would kneel by the wall and confess his sin. Staying inside, I would give him absolution.”
“Interesting,” I noted. “So, you were supposed to watch him have sex with his babe of the night?”
“That wasn’t my understanding at first, but it ended up working out that way.”
“How many times did you see Mr. Bucks have intercourse with someone in that room?” I asked.
Bottomore looked at the ceiling and pondered. “I would have to guess hundreds of times in the past three years. Mr. Bucks was a man of passion and boundless lust.”
“How many different people did you see him with?”
His answer to my question was quick. “For the most part, there were three women. Most often, it was Rosie Cheeks. The two of them had been together for over ten years. Bucks met Miss Cheeks on the set of one of the movies she was making. He was attracted to her sensuous body and, I believe, she was attracted to his money. In the past year, he had spent quite a bit of time with a new young porn star named Heidi Honeypot. And, of course, his assistant, Ima Jean Butkis.”
“Oh, of course,” I stammered. It was almost unimaginable that one man could bed three such incredibly sexy women without one of them getting jealous and killing him. But then… that may just be what happened. “Did the three women know that he was having sex with the others?”
“Mr. Bucks managed to keep them apart until just recently. I think Heidi was aware of Rosie all along. I would also guess that Miss Butkis was aware of the other two. But they were not together until the night Mr. Bucks passed.”
“He had them all together in his bedroom at the same time?” I asked, wondering what that scene would have looked like. “But wait a minute. Where you inside your confessional while he was having sex with these women?”
“Shortly after I began giving Mr. Bucks his private confessions, he asked me to be there at 8:00 one evening. He had built a private entrance for me so that I could come and go unseen. I arrived at the appointed time only to find the room empty. As I was about to leave, Mr. Bucks walked into the room with Miss Cheeks. He walked her near my hiding place and instructed her to disrobe. She was naked in an instant, dropped to her knees and began giving Mr. Bucks oral sex.”
“And you watched?”
“It was either that or turn my back to them,” Bottomore said honestly. “I’ve taken a vow of celibacy, Detective Balls. That does not forbid me from watching others perform.”
I had no doubt this priest was being honest with me. But I still didn’t understand why there were videos of the man taking a cock up his ass.
“I’m getting the picture now, Father Bottomore, but I want to go back to these videos of you having anal sex with… who? It doesn’t show who’s attached to the big cock. Was it Mr. Bucks?”
“Yes, Detective. If you must know, it was Mr. Bucks. His theory was that I would remain silent about our agreement as long as he had evidence of my personal misbehavior. He made a new copy of our coupling each year on the anniversary of the agreement.”
“I’ve seen Rosie Cheeks, Father Bottomore,” I told the priest. “I can’t imagine why any man would need more than her. The woman makes me think about becoming a lesbian. Jesus, her body, is simply amazing!”
One of the priest’s eyebrows rose at a crooked angle.
“Excuse me for using the word Jesus,” I muttered.
“As I was accustomed to watching them in their sexual escapades, I would tell you that Miss Cheeks was not a fan of anal sex. Mr. Bucks, on the other hand, was what I’ve come to understand was an ‘ass man.’ He had a great fondness for sexy behinds. Miss Honeypot also had a fabulous bottom and was more than happy to allow Mr. Bucks to use it as he saw fit.”
“And you watched it happen?” I asked.
“Yes. Hundreds of times.”
“How many times did you pleasure yourself while you watched?”
“I’d rather not discuss that,” the priest said with a scowl.
“Let’s discuss the night Mr. Bucks died. Where you inside the confessional booth?”
“I was,” he said in a soft voice.
“Who was with him that night?”
“I really don’t know.”
“If you were sitting in your private room, how could you not know who was there?” I snapped, becoming frustrated.
“I was distracted,” the priest answered.
I thought I saw a look of something on his face. Perhaps it was embarrassment. I needed to know why.
“What distracted you?” I asked. “What was happening in the bedroom must have been worth watching.”
“I’d rather not say,” the priest mumbled. For the first time in the interview, Bottomore appeared to be flustered.
“Well, I’d rather you did, Father Bottomore. We may have a murder on our hands. You were a witness to everything that went on that night. I must insist on being told why you didn’t see what happened.”
“I was distracted by Purdy Purity,” he replied in a voice no louder than a whisper.
“Was she also one of Bucks’ whores?”
“Oh, absolutely not!” the priest insisted. “You may not know it, but Mrs. Purity is a beautiful woman. Mr. Bucks had suggested she have sex with him many times, but she always refused.”
“Are you saying that Purity was inside your secret room?”
After a pause, he replied, “Yes.”
“I thought no one but you and Mr. Bucks knew about the room,” I said, knowing there was a story here I needed to uncover.
“Sometime over a year ago, I complained to Mr. Bucks that my stays in the confessional could be long and uncomfortable. He agreed to allow Purdy to come up with refreshments after I’d been there for an hour. She is a sweet woman and was anxious to help. But the first night she came to my secret room, she observed Mr. Bucks and Miss Cheeks having some wild and loud sex. We both watched in amazement. After that night, she became a regular visitor to my vigil.”
“And she was with you the night that Mr. Bucks tried to fly?”
“Yes, Detective. She was there.”
“So, if you two liked to watch, why weren’t you watching?” I demanded.
“This is embarrassing, Detective,” Bottomore muttered. “One night recently, I was in my booth observing Mr. Bucks and Miss Honeypot.”
I could see that the priest was struggling and perhaps trying to figure out a way to avoid the subject. “If you want me to keep these videos of you with a dick up your ass, Father, you’d better come clean with me. I’ve got a case I’m trying to solve!”
“One night recently,” he said again slowly, “Purdy came up to the alcove unexpectedly and caught me pleasuring myself as I watched Mr. Bucks and Miss Honeypot. When I realized she was there, I tried to cover up, but she insisted I continue. She seemed mesmerized watching my hand slide up and down my stiff cock. Having her watching me only stimulated me more. When I neared orgasm, she asked if she could do it with her hand. I’d never been touched sexually by a woman. I should have refused, but couldn’t help myself. The flesh is weak.”
“So, Mrs. Purity jerked you off?” I asked.
Looking down at his hands, the priest confessed, “Yes, Detective. She did.”
I waited. I’ve been a detective a long time. I knew there was more.
Finally he said, “And it was glorious. One of the finest moments of my life. Purdy was excited and breathing hard. She told me she had her own orgasm when I clenched and began to shoot semen. The next day she admitted that some of the fluid got on her hand and she licked it off.”
Once again I could feel my own panties getting wet. The way he told the story was nothing short of erotic. I wanted him to keep talking. “You still haven’t told me why you didn’t see who came into Bucks’ bedroom the night he died.”
The priest looked up. I could see defeat in his eyes. He hadn’t wanted to confess his own sins, but he had to do it now to protect his own future. “Go on,” I said. “Give me the rest.”
“Mr. Bucks called me to be at my station that night. I was in my place waiting to see who would arrive when Purdy came into my little room. She didn’t say anything right away, but she put her hand between my legs, rubbing my personal parts. She just looked into my eyes, unzipped my pants, took out my member and began stroking it.”
As the priest spoke, I could see it all in my mind’s eye. “It must have been terribly exciting,” I whispered, as I was taken in with his story.
“I had never been so aroused in my life,” Bottomore said with passion in his voice. “Her soft hands felt so good I thought I might have an instant orgasm. But as she stroked it, she whispered to me, saying, ‘I want you in my mouth, Father. I’ve been dreaming about it since I first saw it. It’s so big and beautiful. It’s all I can think of.’ At that moment I was just a simple man driven by lust. I forgot who I was and why I was in the small room. I just wanted what she was offering.”
“So, you’re telling me that you didn’t see who came into Bucks’ bedroom because you were getting a blow job?” I asked.
“Actually, yes,” he nodded. “You see, Purdy didn’t want to take a chance of being seen and asked me to leave the room for a while. I was so anxious for the experience that I quickly agreed. When I came back to my hiding place, the room was empty. After a few moments I stepped into the bedroom using the emergency door. I stepped out on the balcony and saw Mr. Bucks splattered on the grass below. Guessing he had fallen to his death, I quickly got back into my booth and took the stairway down and out of the house. I knew that if I was seen on the balcony, I would be a suspect.”
“Will Mrs. Purity verify your story?” I asked.
“She will reluctantly,” he told me. “She’s always had a reputation of being a faithful wife. I believe she would admit it to you privately.”
I stood up and held my hand out to the priest. “Thanks for coming by to help me with the case, Father Bottomore. I’ll let you know when I verify your alibi.” I watched the man pick up his coat and hat as he quietly walked out my door.
Taking another sucker from the bag, I plopped it onto my tongue as I wondered how Mrs. Purity would describe what she had done with the Priest.
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Paul Carter looked across the driveways separating his – well, his parent’s – house from Brooke MacDonald’s house. He looked across a gulf as wide as his imagination, a chasm that had divided him from his impossible-to-endure one and only very-first-true-love. He had fallen in love with Brooke MacDonald the very first time he had laid eyes on her, which was, unfortunately, in third grade. Paul Carter could not remember one single day in grade school, junior high, or high school that he hadn’t...
Do you ever wonder what it's like to be a fly on the wall? A lot of people ask that. If you are not one of them, then read no further. If you have, however, then have I got a story for you. You see, I already know what it's like. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Richie ( stage name Wingo, more on that later) but my name really doesn't matter. Who I am does. I'm what's known as a common house fly. I'm sure you've seen my many brothers and sisters flying around your neighborhoods. As far...
VoyeurIntroduction: I get with the boy of my dreams. Hey everyone, Im going to start casually uploading stories again, starting with this one about my best friend. This will have multiple parts. Anonyboi —————– God damn hes so cute. I thought to myself. My best friend Alex was seated in front of me in my English class. At 18 years old, Im 5 foot 6 inches and he is 5 foot 7 inches. Alex weighs about 115 pounds. Hes got long hair and hes a ginger. Oh, and hes straight. Myself, I have long blonde...
Debs was now a sex addict after sampling her first BBC and then a BBC gang bang and couldn't go a few hours without having an orgasm. She was taking vibrators to work just so she could slip into the ladies and bring herself off just to get through the day. When she got home she needed a fuck session before she could think of doing anything else. I wasn't complaining of course and I was getting sex everyday and Debs wanted more and more nasty, taboo and depraved role play and would cum hard with...
I was at work and the express had hired a new sectary for me I asked her I said hey crystal can u get me my papers please from my printer cause I was writing and needed to save time crystal walked over and bent over a little she was dark black I mean real black she had thick legs big booty nice thin abs big lard tits long blood red hair red lips bright green eyes panties hoes on red thong red dress shirt black dress suit and skirt crystal said it ok to stair I said im not im working she...
I turn the Tv off and go into the bedroom ,its very late and I am so tired I lay down and look over at her pillow and smell her lingering body lotion scent and smile and wonder what she is doing ,my cock stirs but Its too sore to jerk off again so I push the thought from my mind and drift off to a deep sleep.Something wakes me and I see a soft light when I first wake up after I clear the cobwebs I realize Lori is home and shes in the bathroom ..I hear running water and in a few minutes she...
You have been watching me through your window for years, watching me undress & put on my PJ's as I go to bed, watching me swim in the pool & walking my dog. You like my short shorts, my tiny tops, my long legs, my firm young breasts, you want me but you cant have me.I lay out to sunbath by the pool, the sun is warm, there is a light breeze, I think I am alone so i take off my top & bikini bottoms. The suntan cream feels nice on my breasts as i rub the lotion in to my supple young...
Hi, this is 24th story written under the pen name of Sultana Sinha. My real name is Aloke a 36 yrs old, married, Male from Patna, Bihar. Many readers mail me thinking I am a female. My reader with a request, to get it published on ISS forwards this story. If you like the story, please say so via mail or Hi I am Anjali, 28 years old married woman from Nagpur. I have a healthy sex life today. This is my story of losing my virginity. The story began 9 years ago before marriage. My parents were...
IncestIt was a foggy evening in the Town. Brad was walking beside the road that lead to a truck stop. He couldn’t help but wonder how the hell everything happend so quickly. Brad was 19 year old boy who seemed to be an ordinary child of an ordinary family. He was a dark haired skinny boy and had a bit of a feminine features. He was currently in no school as he was not admitted to any since he didn’t do well on the tests. He was living with his mother, enjoying the carefree lifestyle of a student who...
I shut the door to my office and walked over to plop down in my chair. Unlocking my desk drawer, I pulled out a cigarette from my emergency stash. Fuck it! This case had done me in and I needed a fucking smoke. Hell, I would quit again tomorrow. After lighting up, I relaxed back in my chair, propping my feet up on my desk, thinking about Ima Jean Butkis in lockup. My other hand slid inside my pin-striped pants and black panties. I need to get off. As I stroked my needy clit, I recalled the...
MoneyThe next suspect on my list was Purdy Purity, Bucks’ head house-keeper. I knew the woman had worked for Bucks for several years. Everyone had described here as attractive but quiet. According to Miss Butkis, Purdy was quite competent. She suggested that Bucks had tried to get Mrs. Purity into his bed, but she had refused all of his overtures. It was apparent I needed to interview the house-keeper. What I had learned from Father Bottomore made me suspect that Purdy was not the pure angel she...
MoneyI just left that bitch Detective Balls's office. I swear she has a dick in her pants, trying to play all 'bad cop' with me. She obviously doesn't have enough fun in her life, but I know some fellas who would be happy to loosen up her tight ass. The funniest picture just popped into my head of her bent over her detective desk, eyes popping out her spiky-haired head, with Bobby Bigballs splitting her ass in two with his monster cock. Yea, he would loosen her up all right. Here I am, devasted...
MoneyLast night went well. I had another argument with the boss about his business dealings, his personal affairs, and public persona. I guessed it was time to tender my resignation. I could not continue to work for someone whose morals were, hell; I do not even know what happened to his. To think I was once in love with Sly and accepted his marriage proposal. That was some twenty-odd years ago, when he was only a millionaire and a truly nice man, or so I thought.Time for coffee, I flipped the TV on...
MoneyAfter a rather harrowing, yet titillating, interview with the decidedly conflicted Father Bottomore, I was left with more questions than answers. While I couldn’t rule him out entirely as a suspect, his story certainly rang true. I would need to interview Mrs. Purdy Purity, but I decided my next move would be to interview Miss Heidi Honeypot. She’d been seen roaming about the house by several guests, although no one could confirm if she had been in Mr. Bucks’ bedroom the night of his apparent...
MoneyFuck! I have had my spiky black hair raised more than once on this job, but I hardly expected this news tonight. Billionaire Sly Bucks took a nosedive off his third-story balcony, bloodying up his perfectly manicured lawn. Unfortunately, we live in a world where money attracts attention. A common person dies and no one cares; a billionaire dies and the case becomes a media shit-show. Sad really ... the power of those thin, green pieces of paper. And the coroner has ruled it a murder.Money is...
MoneySingles: Given to Fly Author's Notes: This Story is inspired by Pearl Jam's "Given to Fly." I did reword some of the lyrics in it, I want to give Eddie Vedder credit for the lyrics and Mike McCready credit for the music, if not for the music I would not have been inspired so much by the song. I also want to give thanks and credit to everyone who reads my stories. Everyone who read my stories has helped me become a better writer. It inspires me to do my best knowing that people get...
FORWARD: First, I want to thank blackrandI1958 for inviting me to join this fun project and for her editing skills. I chose a traveling song as the template for my story, “Taxi,” by Harry Chapin. It’s a sad song that I think, probably stirs a small feeling of regret in all of us. No matter how our lives turn out, I would almost bet most of us have wondered about a failed relationship in our life. Of course this is “Loving Wives,” so although I’ve followed the song to a degree, I’ve had to...
This is a work of fiction. While I was offered the opportunity to return to active duty very much as outlined, I passed on it and remained a civilian with no regrets. From everything I have learned over the years since, I made the right decision. As fucked up as the Army might have been in my day, it’s even more so today and has been for years. What if I had made a different choice? Remember that this is fiction, I’ve intentionally blurred timelines and created fictional locales and conflicts...
Set in a dystopian alternate reality (world created by George Kinaski, aka Marlissa) in which women have been stripped of rights and the best they can hope for is marriage or administrative office jobs in which they will be expected to sexually satisfy the boss. Against this backdrop, Sandi is trying to get a better jobShit. I forgot the coleslaw. I could picture the Tupperware container sitting next to the fridge. I sighed, fat lot of good it does me there. I peeked up at the clock. Time was...
Chapter 6 'Come into my parlor,' said the Spider to the Fly All Roads Lead to Rome The Boogeyman had managed to hitch a ride on an unmanned agricultural feed vehicle carrying hay. The vehicle stopped north of a place called Martic Forge, and began automatically off loading pressed hay blocks into an adjacent pasture. After that he left the main road having walked some fifteen miles into the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country. In the dark, he had been able to walk just outside of an...
The Spider and the Fly Chapter 1 - Catching the Fly The moment had finally come when she had stated she wanted to be his. The last few months were a slow and strenuous journey of slowly gaining her trust and making her come to her senses over exactly what he could provide that she could only find through him… but when she came on the phone for him, moaning so loudly he worried the police would be called not only at her place, but at his, he knew he had her… if he could do that to her...
I thought of this tale while I was at work. I do make an apology to DC Comics. The characters of Joker, Batgirl, and Robin are theirs. I use them only in jest and for a tale. Fly Robin Fly Robin awoke in a deep pit. The Joker had got him with a knockout dart. He could stand up and look around. The Joker spoke, "Good Morning Robin. I will make you a deal. You climb out that pit on your own; you can go back to your nest. If you do not after three days, I will haul you out and fuck...
When I got to school, Mona was waiting for me in the parking lot. “What happened to our deal?” she asked. “You weren’t there. Kim and Tracy didn’t play fair.” “They flirted with you!” I nodded. “Men!” she shouted, and stomped off. The rest of the cheerleaders had seen what happened and had some choice comments. I was ready to tell them to back off when Zoe walked up and kissed me. “What was that for?” I asked. “For asking me to be your date for the Homecoming Dance.” I hadn’t asked...
The Firefly verse didn't exist for long. An incredible show destroyed by ruthless Fox execs who keep churning shit out on the TV. But enough of that. Firefly had plenty of incredibly sexy women. Choose what happens to these women, and what they get up to in the black.
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters; jacking off with a variety of things wrapped around my shaft; a couple of goats, which fit my cock about the same as my tight cunt sister-in-law; and…. The cantaloupe. Leo already knew about the incest with Mae and Jody... he was the one who started it all. We took turns with Mae many times, but I don’t she ever let Leo get into her panties. I got there… but that's not what this story is about. As we grew up, Leo and I often compared...
Introduction: my wife I was gangbanged by 37 men in a filthy VIP room in the top of a bar room in New York, my husband took me to a party and left with another blonde girl, I sat at the bar all alone when 15 men approached me, they told me I was very beautiful and asked if they could take some pictures of me, I said ok, but they said it was too crowded in the bar can we go to a room where its a little more quiet, I said ok, one of the men took me upstairs, to a dirty room, I looked around and...
> > > Friends: I often get mail from anxious readers requesting help in training a Fuckpig. Sometimes this mail is bogus, just jerk off material from some horny reader seeking correspondence with me. But now and then, I get to interact with a truly concerned father, brother uncle or Master, who truly wishes help in shaping and training a boy into a perfect Fuckpig. So I thought I would address this issue for many of you, via a letter I recently sent to a Father of a thirteen year old boy with...
I woke up early and was standing at the front window, staring out at the street, when Kim wandered out of the bedroom. “You’re up early,” she cooed from behind me. “Yeah, the driver said he was going to be here at seven.” The sky was just beginning to show the colors of dawn. The horizon was an almost majestic purple. “It’s six fifteen,” Kim slipped her arms around my midsection and nuzzled her face into my neck. I closed my eyes. She was still warm from our bed. She smelled like she had just...
Fantasy & Sci-FiI woke up early and was standing at the front window, staring out at the street, when Kim wandered out of the bedroom."You're up early," she cooed from behind me."Yeah, the driver said he was going to be here at seven." The sky was just beginning to show the colors of dawn. The horizon was an almost majestic purple. "It's six fifteen," Kim slipped her arms around my midsection and nuzzled her face into my neck. I closed my eyes. She was still warm from our bed. She smelled like she had just...
~*~*~*~*~ Following a disastrous 4 years from the first women president, a backlash forms. All manner of workplace equality laws are eliminated. Lawsuits become a thing of the past. Almost overlooked, prostitution is legalized. Women executives are gradually phased out while the best recent female law school graduates can do is office administration. Gradually, the best paying of these jobs require a sexual relationship with their employer. Suddenly, all of them do. This is the dystopian...
Derek could not believe it. Standing in the performing area of his bar were the three surviving members of the greatest rock band in the world: The Beatles. The thirteen or fourteen patrons were all just as surprised as Derek at this wonderful, but unexpected, surprise. A supposedly normal Tuesday night of beers and chicken wings turned into a reunion of mythical proportions. The Beatles were here and for all practical purposes looked like they might do a set. Paul, George, and Ringo had...
Spider & Fly By C As she had twice before, Tanya came to the forest clearing to meetthe woodsman. She darted her head out first and glanced this way and thatto make sure she was safe, and then she stepped into the open. Such cautionwas warranted, for she would have been a prize to boast of for any hunter.She was soft and buxom, her bosom just barely contained by her only clothing,a slate-colored halter top. Her shoulder-length black hair was thick andlustrous, with pretty bangs in front, and...
Dad and TJ began barking out orders like the commanders of the D-day Invasion, with nearly that amount of urgency. Dad started, “Guys, put on your black flight suits and your night vision helmets, you’re going to need them. You guys also need to assume different identities and/or remain invisible until this whole thing is over. I’m not sure how invisibility will work trying to use your helmets. Bob, you and Greg need to ‘pop’ to the boat and hopefully take TJ and me with you.” They told Dad...
Mark There were about a dozen of us standing in the middle of the field we euphemistically called The Farm. I didn’t like that name. I wanted something more like Tara – the fictional plantation in Gone With The Wind. It didn’t even need to sound that dramatic. I even wanted a pastoral feel to the name since we were in the country. I had put out the need for a better name to everyone, and declared I was the judge and jury on what the winning name was. In fact, I wanted every one of us to love...
Zoë was bored. Desperately bored. Amazingly bored. And in need of a fuck, just one good fuck. Letting her beautiful long hair down her back, dressed in her tight top and tighter trousers, she went out for a drink. Finding a good bar, she sat alone at a table for one, bored, lonely, and itching for some goodness. The bar, however, is mainly empty, with people so damn ugly; she wouldn?t fuck ?em for all the gold in Sihnon. Except for one person. A girl, quite the hottie, that she keeps looking...
With the film now out a new lease of life it’s about time we tried a Firefly/Serenity story based on Joss Wheadon’s failed TV series about the crew of the cargo ship Serenity. Lead by Captain Mal Reynolds a brooding ex-soldier from the losing side in a war, his first officer Zoë her husband and ships pilot Wash, the ships on board companion and ambassador/whore Inara, the cute engineer Kaylee wanted fugitives Dr Simon Tam and his sister her crazy River, Shepard Book and the Man they call Jayne...
It was Thursday. When the bell rang to signal the beginning of lunch, I walked out from my algebra class and, instead of walking to my locker to deposit my books, I went straight to the canteen so I could be early in line to get some food. When I arrived at the canteen in the school hall I was shocked because the queue was about twenty meters long! It snaked around the hall for a while and then went outside the hall. I couldn't believe it. As I walked to the back of the line I heard someone...
Now that Jessie was alone with Kate she just sat in quiet thought letting all the afternoon’s events slosh around in her head. Eventually Kate spoke again saying, “Well, come on. Let’s get going. Mom’s expecting us back for supper. Have you told your mom you’re having dinner with us?” “Yep!” said Jessie. “And what about Paul? Your dad said he was coming home today. What do you think he will think of all this nudie stuff?” “Nar! Not him!” said Kate. “He won’t be interested in any of that...
Jessica Fallon strolled along the boardwalk at a leisurely pace. Jessica was wearing her new oversized sunglasses with her favorite floppy straw hat and her new powder blue string bikini. Jessica smiled as she felt the beautiful new, gaily colored floral beach wrap flutter around her hips in the ocean breeze. She had her new beach bag, was wearing her new wedge sandals, her killer tan and of course, her crystal pendant necklace. The shops were all packed with shoppers. The vendor stands were...
Chapter 1 The Mark ‘Holy crap I can’t believe it actually came!’ Stanley Jackson said to his friend over the phone. Stan was a nineteen year old recent graduate of Churchill High. He wasn’t the smartest kid in his graduation class but he could top anyone one of them in slyness. Stan was always cooking up some scheme to either make a quick buck or get in some poor girl’s pants. Stan used to brag he had more lines than a Shakespearean play! Most of the time when he was up to one of his half...
"Just go away, Arvan!" shouted Lisa.“It’s no big deal,” replied Arvan, in bed naked with the tanned girl with dark hair.“No, it’s over, fuck you, you are a fucking monster! You don’t show any love, get out!” shouted Lisa, crying after feeling like she had been used.Lisa looked exactly like Dua Lipa with her black hair and was one of the girls on Arvan’s rotation. In the past, she had complained of Arvan not showing enough love. Now Lisa was upset as Arvan had been his usual self, only fucking...
MILFI fell in lust the first time I saw her. She was sitting on that barstool, with her skirt stretched about as tight as it could go across her sweet little butt, looking for all the world like some kind of Hollywood starlet. When I thought about it later, as we were balling our brains out in my big old bed, I remembered that I had actually seen her for the first time as she walked into the bar. That makes me a liar? Big deal! That time she was just a long pair of legs in a short skirt.
Not my story but one from myhotwife blogA couple weeks back I got an email from a commercial airline pilot who said he’d be flying into my town and wondered if I’d be interested in a rendezvous at the Embassy Suites near the airport. He said he had a six hour layover and couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than borrowing another man’s wife for the afternoon. At first I was a little surprised at his forward approach, so I called his bluff and told him to message me and we could talk about...