Getting the promotion to Detective Second Grade was a dream come true.
With the new title and substantial raise, came more responsibility, which I thought I was
well prepared for until the new case was placed on my desk, and my boss called me into his
office. There had been a slew of puzzling thefts throughout the greater part of
Boston. It seemed from the evidence that we had thus far, what looked like an inside
job. Several very wealthy pillars of our fine city had private vaults in their
houses that held artwork that was suppose to be in some of the largest museums in the
world. In essence these “pillars” had their own private museums of fine
artwork, that they alone could view. I am not saying that I agreed with their
opulence, or disagreed…it was just suspicious that a perp knew about their treasures and
could so easily penetrate their defenses. The case stunk and so did my
assignment. I was the only women Detective the city had. They said it was
because the other women officers were not qualified for the work, but I knew better.
Behind my shield I had large round tits that could make any villain sing a
different song. I saw how the other Detectives stared at me as I walked to my desk.
Each one of them wanted to get their cock between my legs and see if it would
sing. I am not saying I am a prude or anything like that. Afterall, I do enjoy
my share of sex.
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As I sat down at my desk, I opened the file again, looking at the picture of the
suspect. The boss wanted me to get the guy’s finger prints. He was one of the
wealthiest men in our little community and well known for the millions he had given to
many charities in need. Getting his finger prints was going to be tough. The
boss had arranged that this evening I would attend a dinner dance that Marcus Wellington
was sponsoring to help raise money for one of his causes. I looked at his picture
and was enticed. The boss was going to have the lab spray my body with a special
compound which enabled them to lift finger prints from the skin. If I was unable to
obtain a glass that the man touched or something else for that matter, then I was assigned
to use what arsenal I had, to get the man to touch me. I would have thought that Mr.
Wellington’s finger prints were on file, but no one in the community had a set. He
was a mysterious man with no past, that had moved to this little community almost 6 years
ago. Since that time, Mr. Wellington was in everything legal, from politics to
building multi-million dollar residential housing. Several special assigned police
offices also suspected him of some underhanded illegal transactions, as well. But we
were unable to build a case against him as of yet.
I arrived to the party dressed in the gown the police department “borrowed”
from one of the large fashion houses. Around my neck was strung a million dollars in
jewels. Afterall, I had to look the part. I saw him from across the room, our
eyes catching and holding. He was an elegantly dressed man in a black tuxedo.
The tux looked like it was made for him, and it probably had been. It fitted him so
perfectly. He placed his glass down on the table, and glided across the room toward
me. My cover was a wealthy heiress whose father had just recently passed away,
leaving her millions in oil and stock. As he approached me, I started to
sweat. My god he was so good looking and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to pull
this off. As I introduced myself, I offered him my hand, which he held for a
moment, bringing to his lips and kissing. The kiss was so tender and intimate.
He never once took his eyes off me. I saw his eyes admiring my plunging
neckline and my taught nipples. My assignment flew from my mind. I was
consumed with a strong sexual desire to get this man into a bed, any bed, and get him
naked. I imagined my hands roaming his naked flesh, having his hard cock grow hard
inside my mouth as I sucked. I wanted him to pull out my firm large breasts and
massage them with his large soft hands. I wanted to feel his hot breath down my
neck, as I opened my legs wide, allowing him to enter my wet confines. Almost
sensing my desire, he guided me to another room, begging to be excused from his guests.
He asked me to be seated as he made several calls, asking his staff that he not be
disturbed for the remaining of the evening.
He sat on the sofa besides me and moved his hands down my front. “So,
officer I see you have no wires.” “How did you know I was a cop?”, I
inquired. He laughed and smiled, “I know everything that happens in this city.
You are here for my finger prints. What you will find will surprise
you.” He took off his tuxedo jacked and laid it lovingly down on the chair.
He unbuttoned his shirt and displayed his chiseled chest covered with a matting of
curly black hair. With a will of their own, my hands traveled down his firm chest,
unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. I kneeled in front of him, and pulled
out his growing cock. I placed his penis into my mouth and started to suck. I
moved my tongue over its tip and down its shaft. I wanted to taste every inch of him
as he filled my mouth. I moved him in and out continuing to suck. He started
laughing and asked if this was part of the assignment. I looked up at him, and
smiled, “at least I can enjoy the assignment… no?”
As an answer to my question, he pulled me from my knees embracing me in his arms.
He moved his mouth over mine and pierced my mouth with his tongue. I felt
warmth spread down my body and a tingling of anticipation between my thighs. His
hands moved down my back, removing the expensive fabric that draped my body. He
gently picked me up and carried into the next room. My back was laid down onto
the softest mattress of feathers. I felt the feathers caress my body and tickle my
taught tits. He moved his mouth over my breasts, sucking on each one of my nipples
as his hands continued roaming by body. I ran my fingers through his thick curly
black hair, pulling his mouth back to mine. I curled my legs around his firm
buttocks and pinned him on his back. I dangled my tits in front of his mouth,
teasing him. As I ran my hands over his firm chest, I inserted his hard cock between
my legs, holding it deep and tight inside my wet pussy. I rode him like I have never
rode a man before. My hot pussy squeezed his hard cock, ensnaring it deep inside me.
As I rode his cock, I reached behind my ass and started stroking his balls. I
swiveled around on his cock, facing his feet. I stroked his inner thighs as I
continued riding my hard stallion. I bent over, stealing licks of his balls between
each one of my strokes. I pounded his hard meat deeper inside me wanting to feel his
hot cum. I moved my hands down his calves and reached out playing with his toes.
He spread my cheeks apart and shoved his fingers deep up my ass.
As the pain grew on me, my body shivered with the first blossoms of an orgasm.
The pleasure racked my body as I continued riding him. He pulled his fingers out of
my ass and turned me around facing him. He turned me over on my back, slowly
ensuring that his hard cock stayed deep inside my wet pussy. I spread my legs wide
allowing him the room he needed. He pulled my ass up into the air, riding deep
inside me. He plunged harder and harder inside me, eventually exploding his sweet
juices against my walls. He laid on top of me, for just a few moments, catching his
breath. He nuzzled his nose in my hair smelling my natural fragrance. I could
feel his cock stirring with life deep inside me. I pulled him closer, wrapping my
legs around his firm ass. I lifted my hips and arched my back, welcoming his
rhythmic thrusts, as yet again he plunged deep inside me. He shifted his weight and
removed his hard cock from my wet hot pussy. He brought his dripping cock to my
mouth and I gladly bathed it with my tongue, sucking off our combined sweet juices.
I plunged his cock deep inside of my mouth, showering it with my tongue. As I sucked
him dry, I continuously moved my tongue up and down his shaft, occasionally circling
around the flesh around his head.
I felt the stiffening of his body, as he orgasmed, sending his second load down my
throat. I swallowed each drop, sucking his cock looking for more. He pulled
his cock away from my mouth, laying down besides me. I stayed in his embrace until
morning. As I woke, breakfast was waiting for me. After eating my breakfast, I
dressed leaving the house. I immediately went to the lab. At the lab, they
sprayed the second compound on my skin, looking for finger prints. We were amazed by
our results. We had found several perfect prints, but they were all mine. Even
after making love to Mr. Wellington, my body held none of his prints. It was if the
man had no finger prints. Several days later, I received an invitation to have lunch
with Mr. Wellington. I eagerly accepted. At lunch, Marcus inquired as to how
much I make as an officer. When I informed him about my meager wages, he asked if I
would like a job as head of his security. There were several perks to the job, one
of which I would be traveling all over the world with Marcus. The possibilities were
endless.
As far as I know, the case is still unsolved and no one has come up with a set of
Marcus’ prints. Being the head of his security and his lover, I make sure that his
prints will never be lifted, except by me… I kiss them each and every night right
after he makes mad passionate love to me and fucks each one of my orifices… After
all, it is a simple matter of finger prints…
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