Sex Practice (33 page)

"Brigit, Sally
Peabody's in reception. She wants to see Larry."

"Oh, God, not
her!"

"I'd better
get rid of her, tell her that Larry's out."

"Bring her in
here and she can enjoy an hour or so with our prisoner."

"Brigit, are
you sure that..."

"Of course I'm
sure! Go and get her."

Running her
fingertips round Carole's stiffening nipples, Brigit wondered
whether to ring Larry and get him to come back and fuck his wife.
Realizing that her plan would end in ruination if Carole knew that
Larry wasn't abroad, she wondered where she could find two men to
abuse the woman. Picturing two solid penises driving into her
prisoner's love ducts, filling her cunt, her bowels with spunk, she
contemplated ringing Ravenhugh. Or three men!

"You're going
to have three girls attending you, your cunt, your tits," Brigit
giggled impishly, grinning at Carole. "We'll finger your cunt,
vibrate your clitty, suck your tits, your long nipples... Ah,
Sally, how are you?" she asked, turning to face the scruffy
mini-skirted girl.

"Fuck my
fuckin' arse 'ole! What the fuck..." the girl gasped.

"She's yours
to do with as you wish. You can do anything you like to her."

"Anyfink? Fuck
me, I'll start by finger-fuckin' 'er wet fuckin' cunt 'ole!"

Struggling to escape, Carole squirmed and wriggled as the
cunt-thirsty slut thrust four fingers into her defenceless cunt and
began her fervent vaginal thrusting. Watching Lily tweaking their
victim's elongated nipples, Brigit sensed her clitoris
swell.
There are four of
us
, she contemplated. Eight tits, four
clitties, four bum holes... Dashing across the room as the
reception bell rang out, she locked the door and ran down the
hall.

"Oh, DI
Clarke!" she gasped in surprise, gazing at the detective, praying
that he wouldn't hear the cries of female orgasm when they emanated
from the bondage room.

"Ah, Miss
Biways, isn't it?"

"Yes, Brigit
Biways."

"Is Doctor
Lickman available?" he asked, his eyes lowering to her shapely
thighs.

"No, he's not
here. May I help you?"

"I've come to
see him about a netball match. Or, I should say, a nonexistent
netball match and a girl who allegedly played netball in the
nonexistent netball match who isn't a member of the netball
team."

"Er... I'm
sorry, I'm not with you."

"Knickers,
Miss Biways."

"Knickers?"

"Convent girl
knickers, to be precise. Knickers, red panties, a sperm-stained
nun's habit, stolen photographs, a nonexistent netball match, a
missing nun... a catalogue of unexplained incidents and serious
allegations all centred on Doctor Lickman, Miss Biways."

"I'm still not
with you, Inspector. Photographs, nuns, netball matches... what is
this all about?"

"Crime, Miss
Biways - crime of a most serious and depraved nature."

"Crime?
But..."

"Crimes of the
flesh, crimes of a debased sexual nature. I have also been informed
that Doctor Lickman has two wives, he's married to two women."

"Larry's not
married!"

"He is, twice
over! Tell me, Miss Biways, when will he be back?"

"I... I don't
know. Look, Inspector, I'm sure we can sort this out. I know a lot
about Larry, the practice, his clients... why don't you come to the
consulting room and we'll have a chat?"

"Yes, that
might be a good idea. There are many unanswered questions playing
on my mind. I don't like questions of an unanswered nature, they
disturb me."

"Come with me,
and I'll try to answer each question in turn, Inspector."

Entering
Larry's consulting room and sitting on the edge of the desk as the
detective settled in a chair, Brigit parted her thighs, displaying
her hairless pussy lips to the wide-eyed man. Policemen, tax men...
they were all the same, she reckoned, opening her legs further.
They'd all succumb to the offer of a girl's pussy, no matter what
their profession!

"So,
Inspector, where shall we begin?"

"Er... I..."
he stuttered, staring at her pinken inner lips protruding
invitingly from her cunny crack. "Let's start with the case of
Jenny Faggot. She came here to see Doctor Lickman and... do you
mind closing your legs, Miss? I can't concentrate with you sitting
like that!"

"Closing my
legs, Inspector?" Brigit smiled innocently, cocking her head to one
side and parting her thighs further. "Don't you like my body?"

"It's not a
question of whether I like your body or not - I'm a married man and
I can't..."

"Do you get on
with your wife?"

"Yes, of
course I do. Now then, Jenny Faggot visited Doctor Lickman and,
allegedly, dropped her knickers as she was leaving the
building."

"Does she
shave her pussy?"

"I bed your
pardon?"

"Your wife,
does she shave her pussy?"

"No! Please,
Miss, I..."

"I prefer mine
shaved," Brigit smiled, lifting her skirt up and opening her legs
as wide as she could. "Look, nice and smooth! Why don't you feel my
pussy lips, feel how soft and smooth they are?"

"I really
don't think I should, Miss!"

"Oh,
please!"

"Well,
I..."

"You're not
gay, are you?"

"Of course I'm
not!"

"Well, feel my
pussy lips, then."

Reclining,
Brigit lay with her feet dangling in front of the desk, her legs
wide apart, her miniskirt hoisted up over the creamy plateau of her
stomach, her cunt gaping before the detective's bulging eyes. He'd
succumb, she knew as she parted her fleshy sex hillocks with her
slender fingers, exposing her glistening inner folds, her open
hole. What normal man could resist such a blatant offer?

Placing his
chair between her legs, he tentatively stroked her swollen outer
lips, running his fingers over her warm, smooth skin. Probing
between her splayed lips, he slipped a finger into the wet heat of
her tight cunt, licking his lips as he thrust his sex-juiced finger
in and out of her vaginal sheath.

"Mmm, that's
nice!" Brigit breathed, her exposed clitoris swelling. "You can
lick me; lick my cunt out, if you want to."

"I... I really
don't..."

"Oh, go on!
You're fingering my pretty cunt, so why not lick her out?"

Sensing his
warm breath between her legs, she closed her eyes, waiting in
anticipation for his wet tongue to sweep over her inner folds and
lap up her pussy milk. Gasping as he pressed his lips against her
stretched flesh, Brigit shuddered as he sucked her clitoris into
his hot mouth and ran his tongue over the sensitive tip.

She'd won;
she'd got the prying sleuth where she'd wanted him - between the
drenched glistening folds of her cunt lips! Now all she had to do
was lie back and let him enjoy himself, and he'd leave Larry in
peace - she hoped! This was too easy, she mused as her clitoris
pulsated. Her cunt, her weapon, could bring down any man - have any
man eating out of her pussy! Or woman, for that matter, she
reflected.

"I like you
licking my cunt!" she giggled. "Why don't you get your cock out and
give me a good fucking?"

"You're not a
prostitute, are you?" he asked, slipping his fingers from her
drenched hole and licking around the entrance to her lust duct.

"No, I'm not.
And if I was, I could hardly charge a policeman for sex!"

"Why are you
doing this, then? What is it you want?"

"I want to be
fucked, fucked good and proper. And I want you to get off Larry's
back."

"Ah, I might
have guessed! So, he's guilty as charged, then?"

"All Larry is
guilty of is working hard and enjoying a good sex life. So, are you
going to give me the fucking of my life?"

Spying through
her eyelashes, watching DI Clarke stand up, Brigit grinned as she
heard him unzip his trousers. Praying that he was big, that he'd
fuck her senseless, she quivered as she felt his bulbous knob press
against the wet flesh surrounding her open cunt hole. His swollen
glans gliding into her vaginal sheath, she gripped the sides of the
desk, gasping as her cuntal sheath bloated, stretching to
accommodate his huge organ.

"I shouldn't
be doing this," DI Clarke gasped as he began his rampant fucking
motions. "I'm on duty."

"You're on the
job!" Brigit laughed, wrapping her long legs around his body,
forcing his solid cock deep into her hot cunt.

"I shouldn't
be on the job while I'm on the job."

"On the job or
not, you're doing a good job. Christ, you've got a big cock!"

"And you've
got a tight cunt."

Thrusting his
solid weaponhead in and out of Brigit's spasming cunt, the sleuth
grabbed her legs, holding them high in the air, forcing her outer
labia to swell around his glistening shaft as he fucked her.
Emitting low moans of sexual pleasure, he grimaced, his knob
ballooning, throbbing as his sperm jetted into her inflamed vaginal
sheath, bathing her cervix as her own climax erupted.

"God, I'm
there!" Brigit wailed, her body quivering uncontrollably as her
orgasm peaked, erupting within her pulsating clitoris, transmitting
electrifying ripples of sex deep into her contracting womb. "Ah,
God! Coming! Coming! Ah, my cunt, my beautiful cunt!"

His spunk
lubricating Brigit's tightening sex cylinder, DI Clarke made his
last thrusts, ramming the girl's hot cervix with his throbbing
glans, draining his heavy balls. Massaging the last ripples of
orgasm from her solid clitoris as the sleuth slipped his penis out
of her brimming cunt, Brigit lay trembling on the desk, her vaginal
lips drenched, inflamed, swollen.

"I... I
shouldn't have done that," the detective said remorsefully. "I've
overstepped the mark."

"It was
great!" Brigit gasped, her fingers gently caressing her pink
cumbud. "God, you're bloody good!"

"Yes, but now
what?" he asked, zipping his trousers. "This puts a new light on
things. Our relationship, detective and criminal, has now
become..."

"I'm not a
criminal!" Brigit protested as she sat up.

"Well,
detective and..."

"Our
relationship can now be called fucker and fuckee!" she giggled,
slipping of the desk and covering her dripping fanny with her
microskirt.

"I'd better be
going, Miss."

"You won't be
bothering Larry again, will you?"

"The sexual
act we have just enacted cannot be allowed to prohibit my
investigations into Doctor Lickman's alleged sexual acts, Miss
Biways."

"In that case,
all I can say is, the sexual act we have just enacted will have to
be revealed to Mrs Clarke."

"Mrs Clarke?
Er... that will be enough of your threats, young lady!"

"It's not a
threat, Inspector; it's a statement of fact."

"I'll run you
in for prostitution if you're not careful!"

"All right,
have it your way. You go and carry on with your investigation, and
I'll do as I think fit."

"As you think
fit?"

"I might
decide to cry rape. After all, my cunt is full of your sperm, isn't
it?"

"Er... I'll
give your proposal some thought, Miss Biways. You've placed me in a
somewhat awkward situation, to say the least!"

"You placed me
in a somewhat awkward position! Half naked across Doctor Lickman's
desk!"

"Er... yes,
well, I must get back to the station. Good day to you."

"Good day,
Inspector. And do bear in mind what I said. Oh, I almost forgot!
Search Mother Barren-Womb's study, she's into cannabis."

"Cannabis?"

"Yes, one of
the convent girls let it slip when she was here - I thought you
ought to know about it."

"Right! Thank
you, Miss - thank you very much!"

"Not at all,
Inspector."

Sighing as the
persistent sleuth left the building, Brigit was about to return to
the bondage room to see how her prisoner was faring when the phone
rang. "Brigit, it's me!" Larry whispered as she pressed the
receiver to her ear. "What's happening, anything of interest?"

"DI Clarke
just fucked me over your desk."

"Jesus fucking
Christ! Have you won him over?"

"It's hard to
say, Larry. I asked him whether he'd get off your back now and...
well, he's thinking about it."

"Thinking
about it? Didn't you threaten him?"

"Yes, but he
also threatened to run me in for prostitution. Anyway, forget about
him, there's more bad news, I'm afraid."

"Oh, God, now
what?"

"Carole
Lickman is tied to the examination couch with Lily and Sally
Peabody giving her a good seeing to."

"What? Brigit,
you shouldn't have..."

"I didn't know
what else to do! Besides, she's got a lovely cunt - she tastes
really sexy."

"Fucking hell!
Look, I'd better come back. I can't sit in your flat all day doing
nothing while..."

"Did you look
in my bedside cabinet?"

"Yes, I did,
and I have to say that I have never seen such a massive
double-shafted vibro in my life! Christ, Brigit, you're a dirty
little bitch! And as for the assortment of church candles! Where
did you get them from?"

"I nicked them
from the local church, where else?"

"Good grief!
Didn't the Vicar mind?"

"He did
complain at first, but I sucked his knob and swallowed his holy
seed. He was OK about the candles after that."

"Bloody hell,
whatever next? Look, I'll come back and try and sort things out
with Carole. Oh, is it OK if I bring the double-shafted vibro with
me?"

"Yes, why not?
You can shove the shafts up Carole's tight holes!"

"God, no!
Look, I'll be there as quick as I can. What we do about Carole, God
only knows!"

"We could
always kill her."