by Carl East
She didn't seem to be in any hurry, so I pulled back a bit. She stopped first at the hair salon, which is something I hated, because they always took a long time in those places. Her next visit was a hotel, which I thought looked promising. I followed her in to watch what her next move would be and sure enough, she booked a room. That was evidence enough in my book, because nobody stayed at a hotel in their own town, unless they were a) hookers b) masseurs or c) having an affair. However, proving it was the hard part, so slipping the desk clerk fifty dollars, I managed to find out what room she was occupying. My next move had to be finding a way into the room, without being spotted. I went over to the lobby phones and dialed service, ordering a bottle of champagne and telling them to send it to Room 144 and instructing them to tell her it was from Room 143.
Getting into place I waited for the champagne, I didn't have long to wait. She answered the door in a nightgown, quickly asking who had sent it and being informed that Room 143 was the benefactor. She accepted the bottle then walked over to Room 143. It was now or never, while she had her back to me. I slipped from around the huge plant pot I had been concealed behind and darted into the room. I didn't have long so I hoped that the closet was one of those walk-in affairs; as luck would have it, it was. Quickly getting in, I settled myself down and waited.
With the camcorder set up and ready to go, I waited for the action to start. She came into the room five minutes later, placing the champagne onto the dresser. She then let her nightdress slip to the floor, revealing two gorgeous tits, round and full with large nipples. I couldn't help being turned on, as I moved slightly to adjust the cock she had brought to life. Ten minutes went by while she made her face up in the dresser mirror and then came a knock on the door; quickly getting her nightgown on she left the bedroom to answer it. I started the camcorder, so that they didn't catch the sound it made while putting the tape in place. To my surprise, she entered the room with two men, who both took off their jackets.
"Where do you want it, love?" one of them said.
"On the bed will be fine," she replied.
For a second there, I thought they were delivering something, but she dropped her gown, slipped a towel around herself, and then lay flat on her stomach. The two men positioned themselves on either side of the bed and started to massage her back and legs. Damn, I thought, it was just masseurs, but no, I was wrong, as these men were going further than your average masseuse would. The taller one of the two placed his hand between her legs, rubbing up and down in a sensual way making her moan with delight, while the other one had come to the foot of the bed and dropped his trousers revealing a good nine inch cock. She didn't need to be told what to do; she just started to suck him off. My boner was getting on my nerves by now, so I released it from the confines of my pants and started to rub slowly. Meanwhile, she had got up on all fours and had thrown the towel to the floor, a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy, making her gasp with pleasure. They took their time servicing the woman. At no time did I get the feeling that they knew each other.
The one getting a blowjob stopped her and suggested another position, to which she agreed, getting off the bed and allowing him to lay on his back as she mounted him, letting his cock in slowly before allowing the other one to enter her anal passage.
"Oh my God...give it to me...ah yes...deeper!" she screamed.
They were going at it with everything they had, the one behind slamming his cock in, in a nearly voracious way. While the one underneath had to wait each time for the one on top to withdraw before he could get in, they soon had some kind of rhythm going, which was sending her wild.
"Oh you gorgeous hunks of flesh," she cried, "take me to the limit!"
I could feel my cock about to erupt and tried desperately not to utter a single syllable, as I shot my load onto the closet door. All I could think about was how I'd have to have a copy of this film for my own collection.
They were still pounding away when I looked back, neither one of them seemed to be close to finishing; in fact, they had renewed with more vigor. She was obviously enjoying this immensely, as her cries were getting louder and louder.
"I'm coming again...oh God...please don't stop...yes...yes...yes that's it fuck my ass, oh yes."
I started to wish she could use another line and then the one below started to cum, followed shortly by the one on top, deliberately allowing it to spray all over her body. Then they changed positions again; the one on the bottom got off the bed, while the other one got on. Laying on his back he offered her his still rock hard cock, which she more than willingly took into her mouth, the other one positioned himself behind her and pushed his cock into her pussy, once again going at it like stallions in heat. She tried desperately to take the cock as deeply into her mouth as possible, but only managed two thirds of it. The one fucking her was well away; he had at least nine inches stabbing into her love canal. She started to cry out with pleasure, licking and sucking the cock with renewed vigor; up and down, she went paying close attention to the end of his shaft, running her tongue around it whenever she went back down. He was clearly enjoying this attention, for he kept muttering, 'that's it bitch, just there'. Having fucked her for a good half an hour, I was beginning to wonder how long this was going to take, when the one shagging her pussy started to cum again; he sprayed her back this time squeezing every drop out. She started to gag as the other one came, but got it back under control and lapped it up, as if it were her last meal.
They were now finished and started to get dressed; I still hadn't heard any names given when I witnessed her paying them for their services. So that was it, technically speaking she was having an affair. I suspected it wasn't because she didn't love her husband. He just couldn't satisfy her. I now had a dilemma, did I let my client have a copy of this film or did I approach her with the evidence and take it from there. I had no wish to break up an otherwise happy couple, just because he was no good in the sack. I made my decision; and after waiting for the two men to leave the apartment, I got out of the closet and waited for her to re-enter the bedroom.
"Who the hell are you?" she said, going for the door.
Before she could reach it, I shouted out that her husband had sent me, stopping her in her tracks.
"My husband, but I'm not married," she replied.
"Nice try lady, but I followed you here from your home, on your husband's request. At the moment he just suspects that you are having an affair and wanted the proof," I said.
"Then why are you telling me this?" she said, sitting hard on the bed and bowing her head.
"Because I suspect you are not getting satisfied at home and that is the only reason you're here."
"You're right, I would never want to hurt my husband, but he just doesn't excite me enough in bed and when I came across this personal ad in the paper for erotic masseurs, I thought 'why not.' I still love my husband; it won't hurt to get what I want without his knowledge. So what do you intend to do?" she said, looking up at me.
Sighing deeply I took a seat next to the bed.
"My obligation is to my client, but I have no desire to break you two up over this, I have feelings too."
"Well look, if I promise never to do this again, will you look the other way?"
Looking at her face, I could see the sincerity coming from her mouth, so I explained that in order for me to tell her husband she was faithful. I had to go the full two weeks of tailing her, which would cost her husband quite a bit of money.
"That's ok, he's a self-made man and won't miss it in the slightest," she said eagerly.
"Ok, but do me a favor?"
"Anything, what can I do?"
"Try other ways to get pleasure and also, try talking to him about it, pretty often these sort of problems can be sorted out between you, I'm sure he does love you or he wouldn't have paid for my services."
She gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying thank you. I could see a tear appearing in the corner of her eyes and I was happy with my decision as I lef
t the hotel.
The End
The Succubus
Detective Jake Johnson had seen some things in his time, but nothing could prepare him for the sight that he was confronted with. He'd been called out on a homicide investigation to a local poolroom. When he arrived, he found three fellow officers throwing up outside. With a little trepidation, he walked into the poolroom and found the bodies of fourteen men strewn about the room. Most of them had parts of their anatomy removed. He stood stunned at the carnage, wondering what could have happened here. Then he was tapped on the shoulder, making him jump.
"Sorry sir, but we have a survivor," said an officer.
"What, someone actually survived this?" Jake said, pointing around the room.
"Yes sir, he's over there," the officer said, pointing to the man being seen to by the paramedics.
Detective Johnson walked over and asked if the man could talk.
"He's in shock at the moment Detective, he's lost a lot of blood, I suggest you let us get him stable before interrogating him," replied one of the paramedics.
"Ok. Smith!" he shouted, "Go with him and inform me as soon as he can talk."
Later that day the forensic preliminary report showed up on Detective Johnson's desk. Reading it, he couldn't believe the statements being made. He picked up the phone and dialed the pathology lab.
"Hello, Simon here."
"Simon, Jake here, did you write this report about the pool hall murders?"
"Yes, it's only a preliminary report you understand, but it is quite accurate."
"Then you're telling me that the limbs missing from the corpses were torn off with brute force?" asked Jake.
"That's correct," was the reply.
"Tell me, how strong would you have to be in order to achieve this?"
"Well, you or I couldn't do it, so whoever it was had to be built like a tank," replied Simon, meaning every word.
Jake said thanks and then put down the phone only to find it ringing straight away.
"Johnson," he said.
"Jake, its Smith, the witness has come around and is ready to talk."
"I'm on my way," said Jake putting the phone down.
It wasn't long before he found himself beside the bed of the only living witness to this horrendous crime.
"Right, start talking from the beginning. What happened in that poolroom?"
The man in the bed, whose name was Philip, sat up slightly, looking positively aged beyond his years; he coughed and then started to talk.
"I'd been in the poolroom for half an hour, when this drop-dead gorgeous brunette came in," explained Phil.
The story proceeded to unfold.
Having won a couple of games I was in a good mood, so I decided to stick around. The brunette crossed over to the bar and ordered a drink, then sat down to watch the various games that were being played. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight top with no bra, you could tell because her nipples were clearly visible. She crossed her legs, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. Some of the men were almost swarming around her table, offering her a drink. She was putting on a show that was hard to resist; her skirt was well up her thighs, not leaving anything to the imagination. It was when she unzipped one of the men and started to give him head that everything started to happen. We were all amazed at how she could take this man's cock down her throat with no effort at all. At that point, there were only thirteen men in the room including me; each one was trying to get in on the act. We cleared an area around one of the pool tables and then picked her up gently and placed her onto it. She suggested that someone lay on the table first and then she would mount them.
Jack Hawking a well-known pool shark was first to get up, she then lowered herself onto his waiting cock. Then she suggested that someone came around the front, while someone else went around the back. So there she was with three men filling three different holes. A few of us including myself were just content to watch the show. At least nine of the men wanted a piece of the action and she was giving it to them. No sooner had one dropped his load, than another would replace him. However, she wasn't normal; at one stage she was giving, two Guys head at the same time. In addition, she seemed to know when anyone was about to cum, like the two men in her mouth. When she stretched her mouth over the pair of them, they started to cum together, their seed going all over her face. She just lapped it up as if it was food.
As for the two fucking her pussy and ass, they weren't having any trouble getting in. Now I've seen porno movies, a lot of them, and I know that you can't fuck a woman in both holes simultaneously, without at least some resistance from the other man. However, she was taking them in as if she had abnormally large and accommodating holes. Another thing that struck me as strange was the fact that men were coming within seconds of starting. Within ten minutes, all nine of the men had come and she was begging for more, she was absolutely covered in sperm. They all proceeded to try to satisfy her, all of them went through her again. Still she hadn't had enough, which is when the trouble started. Two local hoods came into the poolroom, saw what was going on, and decided to join in. At first, she accommodated them, but then they started to get rough with her, with one of them wanting to tie her down. When she told them no, one of the men slapped her. She suddenly went dead quiet and then told him that she wanted his big cock in her. He must have thought his luck was in, for he mounted the table and put his cock into her pussy.
Then he started to scream, I mean a blood-curdling scream. The other hood pulled his friend away, only to find that his cock had been pulled off. Blood was going everywhere, they tried to stop it but it was useless. Then the second hood thought he'd teach her a lesson and pulled a gun on her. At this point, everybody else headed for the door, but all the doors were locked. We heard the first shot ring out throughout the poolroom, and turning around, we found that she had hold of this man by his head and literally pulled it off. The panic that ensued after that will forever be embedded in my memory. We pleaded with her to let us go, but one by one, she killed the other men. She kept shouting how none of us was man enough to stand up to the thugs that mistreated her. In fact, she asked each one of her victims why they had allowed them to take over. I think it was my answer, which saved my life. When she had a hold of me, she asked the same question. I told her it was because I was scared, she threw me against the wall and then left.
"Do you expect me to believe that a woman was responsible for the carnage I saw in that poolroom?" said Jake.
"I'm telling you, that's what happened," replied Phil.
Jake got up and left the room with Smith.
"What do you think?" asked Jake, "could he be telling the truth?"
"Well, he didn't injure himself and he is our only witness, so unless he tells us otherwise we probably won't find out," replied Smith.
"What am I supposed to do, put out an APB for a brunette of average build with super human strength? They'd lock me up."
The case remained open for several months before being relegated to the unsolved crime cabinet, but it was one case that would always baffle Detective Johnson.
The End
Three Wishes
I had been out for a walk that morning nice and early, so that I missed the myriad of people that always seemed to be walking their dogs. It was a nice beach and needed to be seen on its own, without the company of too many people. Walking along, I absentmindedly kicked the shells along the shoreline, when I spotted something shiny. It was just sticking out of the sand, and bending down I retrieved it from its watery grave to have a closer look.
It turned out to be a medallion that looked and felt like gold. I cleaned it up a bit with the sleeve of my jacket and noticed it had some writing on one side. It was too dirty to read it there, so I decided to take it home where I had some good metal cleaner. Upon reaching my house, I began to clean it up more thoroughly. The writing was now very clear, and read -
"If thy heart be true, three wishes I give to you."
If you've ever done this, even as a game, you will know that it's not as simple as that. I mean, many of you are thinking right now, how your first wish would be a pile of money. However, there are better things than just money. For example, if you wished that you were the luckiest person in the world, you wouldn't need to wish for money—it would come to you. Alternatively, perhaps you would wish to be the best-looking guy/gal in the world. There again, what you would consider to be good-looking might not be everybody's cup of tea.
So there I was, taking this wish thing a bit too seriously, and thinking about my very first wish. I quickly made up my mind what the first wish should be; it was based on all the time and money I had spent on getting to and from my destinations. Holding the medallion with both hands, I wished that I could go wherever I wanted to go in an instant. Of course, nothing happened, for I hadn't chosen a destination yet. Putting the coin in my pocket, I said,
"I want to go back to the beach."
Being back at the beach and jumping up into the air, I must have looked silly to anyone that was watching. However, I didn't care; I had found the genuine article, something that we all wish would happen. I quickly got myself back home, where I had to consider my other two wishes very carefully. Now I have never been lucky with women, so those of you who have will not understand my next wish. For those of you who have the same trouble, you will identify with this need.
My second wish was that I be irresistible to any woman I desired. The wording to that one had to be spot on. I mean, if every woman desired you, you'd have a fair amount of dogs chasing you day and night. I was eager to try that one out, but I wanted to use the third wish now, just in case I inadvertently spoke a wish aloud that I didn't intend. So I sat back to think; I had covered girls and travel but I still hadn't covered money. I didn't want to waste it on wishing for millions, simply because I wanted to think of something that would keep bringing the money in. Then I had it, the easiest and safest way to have money and for no one else to know I had money.
