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I did not see much of Holmes over the next two weeks for the case had piqued his curiosity. Much of what I now relate I obtained later.
Upon returning to his lodgings in Baker Street, he had retired to his laboratory where he confirmed his suspicions about the contents of Mr Woolmer's stomach medicine. Several days later, he returned to Bromley and engaged a room at the Station Hotel, an anonymous establishment much frequented by commercial travellers and sales representatives. For the rest of the week he contented himself with apparently idling round the small town centre and maintaining a weather eye on the Woolmer residence. He was, in that way, able to establish the veracity of Miss Carter's statements regarding that establishment.
On Saturday afternoon, he paid another visit to Miss Carter in the guise of a travelling salesman. She was much put out, and not a little perturbed, at the sight of this nondescript man at the back door as she was alone in the house. However, when Holmes revealed his true identity, she her apprehension turned to joy.
"Why, Mr 'olmes," she cried. "What a turn you gave me. Still I'm very pleased to see you."
She bustled about making a pot of tea while Holmes sat at the scrubbed kitchen table and admired the movement of the lithe young body beneath the starched apron and housemaid's uniform. There was a vitality about her that age and toil had yet to dim that he found most alluring. Yet beneath the surface cheerfulness, he was aware of her tension and unease.
"Be easy in your mind, Miss Carter," he said as she settled beside him and poured the tea. "I have solved the case and am merely waiting for the appropriate circumstances to put the matter beyond doubt."
"You meanÖ You know what ails my master?"
"Indeed I do. And I have a good idea of the means by which it was carried out. What I do not know yet is why. That will be revealed in the fullness of time."
"But if you what is happening, why can you not stop it now?"
"Because I do not know by whom or why. Rest assured, however, that I do not believe the perpetrator of this crime, if crime it is, means your master any lasting harm."
"He's not going to die?"
"Indeed he is not. On that you have my word."
"Oh, Mr 'olmes," she cried flinging her arms around his neck.
"You are deeply concerned about your employer, are you not?" he asked, placing a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"Yes, sir," she sniffed.
"And you are missing his attentions." He tightened his arm bringing her into a closer embrace.
"Yes, sir."
"The night-time visits meant a lot to you. They opened up a new world, one you sorely miss."
"Yes, sir." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Then you may be assured that he should shortly be restored to his former full vigour."
"You truly know who is doing this?"
He nodded. "It still wants verification but I shall have that shortly."
"Oh, Mr Holmes, how can I ever thank you?" Impulsively she hugged him.
Holmes gently tipped her chin upwards and looked deep into her eyes. "I believe there is a way you could thank me most handsomely."
"You don't meanÖ?"
"I do, indeed, Miss Carter. You are a most attractive girl, made even more so by your courage and loyalty." He pulled her close, delighting in the sensation of the firm young breasts pressed against him and making sure she was aware of the evidence of his growing ardour.
"Oh, Mr Holmes," she breathed.
He bent and placed a gentle kiss upon her mouth. When she did not resist, he became more insistent, inserting his tongue between her yielding lips. As he had suspected, her natural lubricity made her receptive to his advances and it was not long before she was returning his kiss with enthusiasm. Her arms stole round him and she pressed herself tightly against him.
When they eventually parted, she looked up at him, her eyes glistening, her face flushed. "I know it's wrong, Mr 'olmes, but I find I cannot resist you. You may have your way with me."
Holmes let a hand stray to a firm young breast. "Be assured, Miss Carter, that I will make the experience as pleasurable for you as it will be for me."
He led her unresisting form up to the master bedroom. She came eagerly into his arms and they kissed ardently. Holmes availed himself of the opportunity to explore as much of her body as he could, encased as it was in her uniform. He confirmed his suspicions that she was a healthy, buxom girl with a fine, strong back; narrow waist; broad, swelling hips and full, round bottom. Having decided to put aside her reluctance, she did so fully and responded to his caresses with little wriggles and murmurs of endearment, pressing herself tightly against his lean, muscular body.
"The exercise would be more to our mutual satisfaction if we were less encumbered by clothing," he murmured eventually.
"If you mean we should take off our clothes, then I agree," she replied, breathing heavily.
They undressed as rapidly as they could for both were eager to take their liaison to more intimate levels. Despite her impatience, Holmes was pleased to note that she took the time to fold each article neatly.
"Ooh, Mr 'olmes," she exclaimed in pleased surprised. "You certainly are well equipped."
Holmes smiled smugly. He was well aware that he was as well endowed in the lower regions as he was mentally in the upper.
The hands she wrapped around his shaft were not in the least bit tentative. They manipulated his erection with an unexpected degree of expertise and, when one slipped down to fondle his testes, a murmur of pleasure escaped from his lips.
"I do believe you are enjoying this, Mr Holmes," she said, looking up from lowered lashes.
"Indeed, Miss Carter. Your hands are most talented." His breathing was somewhat laboured. "However, I must insist you desist at once for you are in imminent danger of precipitating a crisis."
"I should have thought a man like you could achieve more than one stand in an afternoon," she said archly.
"You may be assured you will have no complaints on that account. And, if I should flag, I have no doubt that these gifted hands will soon remedy the matter. I am conscious only that I would prefer to reach the critical point in more intimate surroundings."
She glanced around the room. "What surroundings could be more intimate than a bedroom, sir?"
Holmes laughed. "You little minx. You know perfectly well to what I was referring."
"I confess you have me there, sir," she giggled.
"And I shall have you here, also," he said, delighted at her quick wit. "When we first met, you intimated that you were aware that there were three orifices that could be used to slake the thirsts of passion."
"Yes, sir," she murmured.
"Then I shall endeavour to ensure that all three are involved."
She shivered though not through fear. "I should like that for I confess I've grown to like the sensation of a man's hardness in my bottom."
Holmes manhood twitched for she had a delightfully round and plump bottom. "That is good for I find the sensation of penetrating a woman's nether opening quite exquisite."
She smiled coquettishly. "Then perhaps we'd better get on with it."
"Into which orifice should I discharge?"
Again the arch smile. "I think, sir, it should be the nether one."
"Then we are of a mind, for the act of discharging into a woman's bottom gives me the greatest pleasure."
She blushed and squeezed his rampant manhood. "No more that I shall have receiving it," she murmured.
"Miss Carter, you are a delight," he cried, laying her on the edge of the bed with her feet dangling on the floor. "But first we must attend to your pleasure."
He dropped to his knees and spread her thighs wide. With a grin at the girl's startled expression, he bent and applied his tongue to her plump vulva, now swollen and darkened in passion.
"Oh, Mr Holmes, upon my word," she gasped as she felt his agile tongue slide between her lower lips and enter her vagina. Instinctively, her hands sought his head to pull him closer and she raised her legs to rest her feet upon his broad, angular shoulders.
One of the remarkable characteristics of Sherlock Holmes, and one that contributed in no small measure to his justified reputation as the world's greatest detective, was his ability to become an expert in whatever topic captured his interest. That he was as accomplished in the acts of love as he was at extracting information from footprints or playing the violin should, therefore, be of no surprise. Under the combined assault of the accomplished lips, tongue and fingers of Sherlock Holmes, Miss Carter was shortly raised to such heights of pleasure as she could barely have imagined in her short life and quickly thereafter rewarded Holmes with a loud cry of ecstasy and a copious flow of sweet female juice which that gentleman lapped as a cat will cream. Pausing only to ensure that her surrender had not rendered her delicate parts over-sensitive, Holmes continued his assault, determined that she should feel the ultimate release at least once more before attending to his needs. In this his motives had a basis of self-interest for he had found that the gratitude of a satisfied woman would manifest itself in the increased attention she would give to ensuring his own satisfaction.
For this second round, he turned his attentions to her puckered rear hole being certain, from her earlier words, that she would enjoy this delightful orifice being serviced fully as much as she did her vulva. With two fingers still inserted in her vagina, he stiffened his tongue and probed delicately at the crinkled pink opening. The effect on Miss Carter was dramatic. She clutched at his head with a loud squeal of delight and drummed her heels upon his back.
Thus encouraged, Holmes set to work with a will. His diligence was rewarded when the delicate rosebud yielded to his tongue and the sighs and cries of his partner indicated that she found this invasion much to her liking. With fingers applied to one orifice and tongue to the other, he very quickly brought her to a second and then a third surrender.
She could take no more and, with insistent hands, urged him to rise.
"I swear I was like to swoon, sir. Never have I felt such remarkable emotions. You will spoil me for another man. Come, enter me. I can't wait any longer."
Nothing loth, Holmes brought his rigid member to the entrance of her vagina and pressed forward. It was an exceedingly tight fit but the eager girl wriggled and squirmed to assist his penetration, as desirous of feeling him fully embedded in her as he was. At last the mutually desired result was obtained and the full length of Holmes's impressive manhood was implanted in her hot, tight receptacle. He paused and looked down at the girl with her bosom heaving and her eyes afire. Never had he seen such a beautiful and inspiring sight although, if he was to be entirely honest with himself, he felt the same about every woman into whom he buried his shaft.
"Oh, Mr 'olmes," she sighed. "What a monster. I feel completely stuffed."
He began to move, slowly at first but with increasing speed and passion as his partner's response grew louder and more physical. As he pistoned in and out of her tight young body, her legs curled around his back and she attempted to raise herself up from the bed and impale herself more deeply on his manhood. It was this natural tendency of some women to not only accept his shaft but to eagerly embrace it, to open themselves completely to his manhood, to surrender themselves utterly to his invasion, that he found profoundly arousing. Miss Carter was one of these women whose enthusiasm for congress seemed inexhaustible. She writhed and wriggled beneath him in transports of delights until, all at once, she flung her arms around his neck and held on tightly while her body convulsed as she was caught in the throes of the ultimate surrender.
With an immense sigh of satisfaction she sagged limply back on the bed, her eyes closed and a beatific smile upon her face.
"Do you feel capable of a second round?" Holmes asked solicitously.
She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "It'll prob'ly be the death of me but, yes," she murmured.
He carefully extracted himself and hoist up her limp legs so her knees were over her chest. Then, placing the tip of his still-hard staff at her rosebud, he pushed gently. That his staff was liberally coated with her love juices and she was no stranger to this style of penetration ensured that he did not have to use undue force. It was but the work if a moment before her sphincter yielded to the pressure and the head of his shaft disappeared inside her rectum. Upon that instant, as one they gave sighs of satisfaction for they both found the sensation exquisitely pleasing.
"Be gentle, sir," she pleaded softly. "You're somewhat larger than Mr Woolmer."
"I shall be the soul of discretion," he assured her. "I will permit you to set the pace."
"In that case, press on ñ but slowly."
With the gentlest of pressures, he inched his way deeper and deeper into her rectum. His excitement rose as he did. In part because this orifice was, if anything, tighter and hotter than her vagina and, in part, because the vision of his thick shaft stretching her sphincter to its limits and slowly being absorbed by her nether hole was exciting in itself. She bade him pause but twice, and then only for an instant to allow her time to become accustomed to this uncommonly large intruder, before he was fully seated, his thighs pressed against hers, his sac resting against her coccyx.
"Ah," she gasped. "I believe you feel even larger like this if such a thing is possible."
"And I declare, Miss Carter, that your bottom is hotter and grips me more tightly than your other channel, if such a thing is possible," he replied. "May I move now for I fear my release is fast approaching such is the power of your bottom over me."
"Do it, Mr 'olmes, do it," the girl cried impulsively. "I want to feel you discharge inside me."
Her words galvanised him into action. Slowly he withdrew until only the very tip of him remained inside her then, equally slowly, he returned, eliciting a long, drawn-out sigh from the girl. His arousal was too great to permit him to keep up this game for any length of time and it his fortunate that his partner's natural lubricity rendered an extended build-up unnecessary. Before long he was shafting her deeply, his thighs meeting her bottom with an audible slap, her cries of encouragement egging him on. To have a wriggling squirming girl pinned beneath him while he ravished her bottom was the ultimate pleasure for Holmes and his excitement mounted rapidly.
"Miss CarterÖ I do believeÖ Oh, yesÖ" he gasped. With a final violent thrust that caused her to squeal in pleased surprise, he discharged his seed deep into her bowels. At each spurt, the girl gasped for it was clear she was experiencing as much pleasure from the ejaculation of his emissions as he.
Finally spent, he carefully withdrew and crawled up onto the bed where he could recline in comfort until his breathing had returned to normal and he had some measure of control over his trembling limbs. His partner, much as she desired to creep into these strong arms and feel the comfort and protection of their embrace, was aware that if she did so in her present condition, evidence of their coupling would certainly be uncovered. On legs that would barely support her she stumbled into the dressing room to remove the indications of Holmes's virility.
Holmes lay with his hands linked behind his head, his mind for once at peace. Indeed it was only in such moments of post-coital bliss that he could truly achieve peace, so great was the pressure if his restless and relentless intellect. True, he could achieve some measure of peace while under the influence of cocaine but, even at its best, it could not equal the complete and utter sense of contentment and tranquillity he now felt. He felt he owed Miss Carter an immense debt of gratitude for she had proved to be the most sprightly and responsive partner. It had been some time since he had found someone who responded to the acts of Eros with such enthusiasm and abandonment.
He was drifting in a world without name when he felt something cool and wet at his groin. His eyes flew open to see the housemaid solicitously cleaning his genitals with a damp cloth.
"Why, Miss Carter, this is a pleasant surprise," he said.
"After the pleasure you've given me, sir, it's the least I can do," she smiled.
"Then I can assure you that the pleasure is entirely mutual. Rarely have I had a partner as willing and enthusiastic and, if I may say, experienced in the arts of love as you."
"I'm glad my small efforts met with your satisfaction, sir." Her small, self ñsatisfied smile, however, indicates that his words of praise had been appreciated.
She cast the cloth into the bowl of water and tucked her hair behind her ears.
"The third one," she said with an impish grin, ducking her head to his groin and planting a kiss on the tip of his flaccid shaft.
She proved as talented with her mouth as she had been with her hands. Despite feeling utterly drained such a short time ago, Holmes found himself responding. She licked and sucked and nibbled and teased until she had him standing as proud and stiff as he had been half an hour previously. Then she really set to work, licking up and down the outside of his shaft, sucking him deeply into her mouth until he was knocking at the entrance to her throat, running her tongue slowly and sensually round the sensitive tip, sliding a delicate hand up and down the length of his shaft, cupping his testes and sucking them into her mouth and gently rolling them around with her tongue. He clutched the bedcover and arched his back as exquisite sensations coursed through his body.
When she was certain he was nearing his resolution, she raised her head and said quietly, "Whenever you're ready, sir. Don't 'old back."
She formed her mouth into an 'o', lowered her face onto his shaft and began to bob her head rapidly up and down while simultaneously manipulating the soft skin of his shaft with her hands. Even Holmes, for all his experience, found this astonishing assault too much to bear. He groaned deeply and closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the incredible sensations the girl was causing in his manhood. A small hand slipped between his thighs and she began to milk his testicles. This proved to be his undoing. With a moan of pleasure, he arched his back and pumped his seed into her eager mouth. And eager it was for as fast as he spurted, she sucked and swallowed until he was completely dry.
Assured, at last, that there was no more to come, she raised her head, licking her lips to ensure she missed not a drop. He held out his arms and she scrambled into them eagerly.
"Ahhh, Miss Carter, you truly are a wonder," he murmured drowsily.
They lay in blissful contentment for a long time, satisfied to feel the closeness of each other's bodies and share the mutual fulfilment that comes from the act of love between two equal and uninhibited lovers. No longer were they master and servant, great detective and lowly housemaid, merely two people who had come together for enjoyment and indulgence and to take pleasure in each other's bodies.
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