Sin in the City of Angels

by Callista Hawkes

  “You mean this isn’t your normal lunchtime routine.” You chuckle.

  “How dare you!” She replies with mock indignation. “I’m not that kind of girl!”

  “My apologies.” You grunt, leaning over her. “I can see you’re the epitome of virtue.” Her giggles become low moans of delight as your right hand slips inside the top of her dress and massages her small, pert breasts through her bra. Her nipples are hard and you tease the swollen buds with your fingers.

  “You sure know your way around a woman.” She gasps.

  “In school they taught me that practice makes perfect.” You groan, your balls already churning as you ram your cock inside her increasingly sodden pussy. Her moans increase in intensity as you drive her rapidly towards her climax. You pull your hand from her chest and slide it beneath the skirts of her dress. As your fingers brush through her coarse pubic hairs, she glances over her shoulder at you, her hazel eyes burning with lust and excitement.

  “Oh God!” She gasps as you find her clitoris. She bows her head as you gently strum the tiny little fleshy nub. Moments later, you feel her stiffen before gasping as the combination of your cock and fingers sends her rushing to her climax. Her body trembles against you as her orgasm surges through her body and her breathless pants fill the stockroom. Groaning as her pussy quivers around your rigid shaft, you somehow manage to suppress your climax, not wanting the experience to be concluded just yet. Finally, she slumps forward, your shaft slipping from her as she collapses flat on the table, drawing in one shaking breath after another. She finally pulls herself up and sits on the table, her slender legs dangling over the edge. Her dress is disheveled, her face is flushed and her hair is wild.

  “That was incredible.” She smiles broadly, her chest still heaving.

  “We’re not finished yet, sweetheart.” You grin, glancing pointedly down at your straining cock.

  “I haven’t forgotten.” She purrs. “You want to slip that thing back inside me?”

  Slide your cock back inside her

  Have her finish you with her hand

  “Seeming as it’s lunchtime, you want something to eat?” You grin, glancing pointedly downwards. Alice raises an eyebrow and smirks before obediently dropping to her knees before you. You smile, knowing not all dames are as accommodating when it comes to that particular practice.

  “You’re quite a demanding man aren’t you, Mr Harlowe.” She purrs, her fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of your underpants.

  “I find I get what I want that way.” You reply, grunting as she tugs your underpants down, your rigid shaft springing out and swaying before Alice’s widening eyes.

  “Private dick, huh?” She smiles broadly up at you as her fingers wrap around your throbbing length. You gasp as she begins to pump your cock, her hand sliding up and down in slow, steady strokes. She cranes her head closer, her pouting lips inches from the straining, purple tinged crown.

  “So big.” She murmurs almost to herself as she quickens her pace. You groan thickly, gazing down at the brunette kneeling before you. She chews her lower lip as she strokes you increasingly vigorously.

  “Be careful with that sweetheart. I’m kinda attached to it.” You groan.

  “I’m sorry.” She soothes. “Maybe I oughta kiss it better, huh?”

  “Maybe you oughta.” You grin down at her. She chuckles and leans forward, planting a soft kiss on the bulbous head. She pulls away and you watch her lips form an ‘O’ before guiding your shaft into her mouth. You moan with pleasure as you feel the warmth envelop the tip, her soft lips gliding down your length. Her head rocks back and forth, her hand continuing to pump you while her lips slide along your shaft. She noisily sucks and slurps on you, her eyes closing and mewing with pleasure. You groan with delight as you feel your balls churning as her accomplished technique swiftly has you approaching your climax.

  “You didn’t learn to do that in any book.” You gasp, gripping the edge of the table. Her muffled reply vibrates around your cock as her lips and tongue continue to glide down your length, leaving it wet with her saliva. Your groans increase in intensity as you close in before Alice abruptly pulls her mouth from your swollen cock.

  “You can finish in my mouth if you are in a hurry.” Alice murmurs, her hazel eyes gleaming up at you.

  “Yeah?” You grin down at her. Rare to find a woman happy to suck it let alone swallow. A smile crosses your face as your mind flits back to those beautiful French girls when Paris was liberated. They didn’t seem to have any qualms…

  “Though I was kinda hoping you might want something to eat yourself, it being lunchtime and all.” She smiles.

  Have her finish you with her mouth

  Return the favor

  “I am kinda pushed for time.” You reply with a vaguely apologetic shrug. Alice flashes you a coquettish smile and takes you back into her mouth. You groan as she resumes sliding her lips back and forth along your length, but with a growing urgency now. Her hand rapidly pumps your shaft and brings you swiftly back to the brink. Your grasp on the table tightens until you are sure you’ll come away with splinters. Your muscles tighten as you tense up. Alice senses it, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet yours.

  “I’m close.” You warn her through gritted teeth, just in case she was having second thoughts. She isn’t, her lips tightening around the crown and her cheeks caving in as she softly sucks the tip while her hand continues to work you. Your hips jerk and you let out a guttural grunt of release as your come races up your length. Alice mews contentedly as your hot, creamy seed splashes across her tongue. She gulps the fluid down as quickly as she can, like it was her first drink of water after days of wandering the desert. You groan with each eruption, your shaft twitching in her hand with each spurt. Finally, your body relaxes and you let out a low moan as you feel her soft wet tongue swipe across the head, lapping up the last few drops of your seed. Alice rocks back on her haunches, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before beaming up at you.

  “That’s not exactly what I expected for lunch when I started my day.” She remarks.

  “I’m sure it’s a nutritious alternative.” You grin, helping her back to her feet.

  “It’s a wonder Cosmopolitan magazine doesn’t recommend it.” Alice chuckles.

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  “Sure!” You grin, reaching for her and helping her back to her feet. Alice squeals with delight as you lift her up and sit her on the edge of the table. You lean into her, your lips seeking and finding hers. You kiss urgently, her breathing rapid as her tongue flicks over yours. Your hands slide down her body, your fingers massaging her breasts through the thin material of the dress and the bra beneath. Exploring further down, your hands glide past her waist and caress her hips before sliding down to her knees and grasping the hem of her dress. As you pull it up to her waist, her legs part in anticipation.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Alice murmurs, her chest heaving with excitement as your hands slip up the soft, smooth skin of her thighs. Your fingers play over her white cotton panties, the gusset moist with her arousal. You curl your fingertips over the top of them and peel them slowly down her legs. You drop to your knees, slide the flimsy garment down to her ankles and off. You gaze up between her open thighs, the dark triangle of pubic hair and delicate folds of her pussy shamelessly displayed to you. You shuffle closer and begin to kiss the velvety soft skin of her inner thighs until your lips are inches away from her dewy labia, the aroma of her arousal filling your nostrils.

  “Do it.” She moans impatiently, squirming on the edge of the table. You lean closer and swipe your tongue up the length of her juicy furrow, her sweet taste making you salivate and your cock twitch. Alice gasps with pleasure, stretching her legs wider, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

  “Yes, taste me.” She moans softly. You thrust your tongue deeply inside her, enthusiastically lapping at her sodden slit. You quickly find a rhythm, alternating between her pussy and teasing the lit
tle hooded nub of her clitoris, to her obvious and vocal delight. Indeed, the dame’s cries grow so passionate and loud, you begin to worry that one of L.A.’s boys in blue might step inside the store to investigate. You almost chuckle into Alice’s wet folds at the thought. Your already sorry reputation with the LAPD would be even further tarnished.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” She squeals, her hands clutching your head. Her body stiffens and she shrieks in ecstasy as her body writhes in the throes of her orgasm. Her clitoris twitches against your tongue and you can feel her juices soaking your chin. You continue to lap at her pussy until her cries subside and she tells out a satisfied sigh. You pull away and grin up at her.

  “That okay for ya?” You smirk. Her chest heaves and her eyes are heavy lidded. She smiles broadly and grasps the collar of your shirt, tugging you upwards. You climb to your feet and she draws you to her, kissing you hard, like she means it. She finally comes up for air and you pull away, gazing into her hazel eyes.

  “That was incredible.” She murmurs. “I’m tempted to shut up shop for the rest of the afternoon and spend it sitting on your face.”

  “I don’t think my quarry would be that accommodating.” You reply with a lopsided grin. “So we’ll have to take a rain check, honey. Besides…” You glance pointedly down at your straining cock.

  “I haven’t forgotten.” She purrs. “You want to slip that thing inside me?”

  Slide your cock inside her

  Have her finish you with her hand

  “Do I ever!” You grin, eagerly stepping between her open legs and guiding your throbbing cock towards her glistening slit. She hoists the skirts of her dress back up and chews her lower lip in anticipation as you press the tip to her opening. Her pussy is drenched from her earlier climax and you slip easily inside her.

  “Your cock feels so good.” She gasps, hooking her legs around yours and reclining back on the table. Moaning with pleasure, she reaches up to claw and squeeze her chest through her dress. You smile, your hands gripping her bare thighs as you slam into her. Her breathless pants fill the stockroom.

  “You like that?” You rasp, feeling the tension rapidly building in your loins.

  “Oh yes!” She moans thickly, her body quivering as you shunt her forward with each thrust. You grit your teeth, trying to stave off your climax and wondering if you should pull out.

  “You can finish inside me if you want.” She murmurs intuitively, sitting up and pulling you towards her.

  “That’s very accommodating of you.” You grunt as her teeth lightly nibble at your ear. The tension in your balls is rapidly building to a crescendo.

  “Do it. Let me feel your hot seed spurting into my pussy.” She continues, dragging her lips down your cheek. Your twist your head towards her, your lips pressing against hers. Your tongues duel as you kiss feverishly. Alice holds you close, sensing that you are on the brink.

  “Oh fuck!” You gasp as your balls twitch and send a torrent of come racing up your shaft to explode deep inside her.

  “Yes!” She cries with glee. “Oh, I can feel it inside me!” You barely hear her, your groans filling the room as you are consumed by your climax. You grip her tightly, your body shuddering against hers as you erupt again and again. Your deep grunts drown out her cries of delight as her clenching pussy draws every last drop of seed from you.

  “Damn!” You gasp, slumping on top of her, both your bodies heaving as you recover. After a moment, her legs release their grip on you and you slip from her drenched slit.

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  Wanting to avoid any potential complications in nine months’ time, you decide to err on the side of caution.

  “How about you use your hand?” You suggest with a sly grin.

  “Suit yourself.” Alice shrugs, pouting slightly with disappointment. She unbuttons the top of her dress and pulls it open, exposing her white lacy bra clad chest. She tugs the cups of the bra down below her breasts and your cock twitches at the sight of her small, rose pink nipples, the buds swollen and erect. Her gaze drifts back up to you and she smirks at your speechless reaction.

  “Well, I don’t want you to make a mess of my dress.” She chuckles, pushing off the edge of the table and dropping to her knees before you and reaching for your hard cock. As her fingers wrap around your straining shaft, you groan with pleasure. Alice smiles and begins to pump you, slowly at first, teasing you. She shuffles closer, stretching up and pulling your cock towards her exposed breasts.

  “Damn, you’re full of surprises.” You gasp as she drags the tip of your shaft across her soft, fleshy mounds.

  “You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.” Alice murmurs, her hazel eyes fixed on your throbbing length in her hand. She lifts it from her chest and begins to pump you in long, steady strokes. You grunt, feeling the pressure in your balls build and a droplet of pre-come ooze from the crown. Alice giggles, dragging the head back across her chest and leaving a sticky trail across her soft mounds.

  “Play with my balls.” You grunt, feeling your climax swiftly rising. Her gaze flicks up to meet yours as her free hand slips between your legs and cradles your sack. She gently massages them while her hand continues to stroke your length. You grip the back of the chair next to you, your body tensing as you rapidly approach the point of no return.

  “You’re close aren’t you?” Alice purrs, her hand pumping you maddeningly slowly. You nod, straining towards her and willing her to send you over the edge. “Do it. I want to feel you explode all over me.” She finally quickens her pace and brings you almost instantly to your climax As your balls draw up in her grasp, you let out a guttural moan, your cock twitching in her hand. Alice squeals with delight as a thick rope of come erupts from the tip, splashing across her exposed chest. She sweeps your shaft from side to side as she continues to stroke you. Your seed splatters across the gentle curve of her breasts, trickling down over her soft mounds. She gleefully pumps every last droplet from you before releasing your cock from her grasp and sitting back. You both survey her defiled chest before she meets your gaze, smiling broadly up at you.

  “Looks like you needed that.” She chuckles, reaching up and rubbing your creamy seed into her skin before pulling her bra back up and buttoning up her dress.

  “I damn near blew a gasket.” You reply, still clutching the back of the chair as you catch your breath. She chuckles and gets back to her feet.

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  “Well, that’s been a damn swell way to kill a little time.” You grin. Alice giggles, straightening her dress as you stoop to pull up your slacks. You quickly button up your shirt and pull on your jacket and hat before following Alice from the room. You step back into the front of the bookstore and glance through the window just as Viola reappears from the boutique’s dressing rooms, the assistant in tow. She stands at the counter and gestures to the telephone. The assistant passes it to her and she speaks into the receiver, no doubt calling for her chauffeur to return. She leaves a few minutes later, emerging from the boutique with a couple of expensive looking boxes under her arm. She begins to retrace her steps back towards where the limousine dropped her off.

  “Thanks for everything, sweetheart.” You grin roguishly at Alice, who smiles sweetly and blushes as she returns to her position behind the counter. You step back out into the overbearing heat of the street and watch Viola from across the road.

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  Figuring someone else will soon report the passing of the unfortunate Mr Carstairs, you hurry back to your car and drive back towards L.A. You pass a bar you know and pull over, telling yourself you do your best thinking with a whiskey in your hand. You step into the gloomy, smoky interior and sit on a stool at the bar. The place is all but empty.

  “What can I get ya mac?” The bartender asks.

  “A whiskey.” You reply. “And don’t be shy with the measure.”

  “Tough day?” He grins, pouring a generous glass.

  “You have no idea, pal.” You reply.

 
; Your fourth glass clinks as you drop it onto the bar. Studying your bleary eyed reflection in the mirror behind the bar, you try to assemble your thoughts. Your gut tells you there’s more to this case than a wealthy husband trying to murder his wife to save on the alimony. What are you missing?

  “Another?” The bartender grins. Tempting, but you’d rather get back to your office in one piece.

  “Not this time.” You growl, reaching for your wallet and leaving a healthy tip on the bar.

  “Hey, thanks pal!” The bartender calls out to your back as you stumble back out into the street and make your way back to your car.

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  You hurry into the observatory and find a payphone. Slipping a dime into the slot, you dial the police and report the murder. Returning to the bench, you sit down next to the corpse, reach into your jacket pocket and pull out your hipflask.

  “Well, here’s mud in your eye.” You grin, raising the flask to Carstairs before taking a long swig.

  A few minutes later, you hear the undulating wail of a siren as a police car climbs up the winding road to the observatory. Moments later, two dark blue clad figures hurry towards you. One is tall and stocky while the shorter of the pair is conspicuously feminine, her hips swaying as she approaches. They both wear peaked caps, dark blue pants, shirts and ties while their gold shields glint on their chests. The woman’s eyes widen in recognition as they reach you.

  “Sam!” She grins. “It’s been a while!”

  “Nancy Morton!” You smile, “Look at you!” She appears to have tailored her shirt to better accommodate her curves. It suits her. You certainly appreciate a girl in uniform.

  “This is my partner, O’Halloran.” She tells you. “And this is Sam Harlowe.” She tells him. “He’s a gumshoe, but he’s okay.” O’Halloran nods in acknowledgment.