"I always start writing with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind." - Patrick Dennis

Author's note: The following is a light-hearted side project I finally wrapped up, (unlike many of my other stories). Inspiration came after someone called one of my other stories 'cartoon fiction'. At first I was taken aback, mostly because it was meant as a bad thing. Then I remembered how erotic certain cartoons can be. Hmmm, what if...

*****

Tilting back in my swanky office chair, cock in hand, I gazed out my office window over the sprawling city scene. Ah, Tittsburg. The small town was finally swelling into a vigorous city, bustling with life and heaving with opportunity.

It used to be easy working here as a private investigator; tracking down long-lost lovers, spying on cheating spouses, background checks on business partners and the like. Not anymore. Now everyone's fucking; and nobody cares who they get with. They're fiends, all of them!

I am too, of course, but still.

I was swiveling my chair around to get back to business, when in walked a bombshell the likes of which had never befallen my minor agency. To say she was stacked was to be off by a couple handfuls. To say she was naked was, well, pretty damn close. Piles of blonde-to-almost-white hair on her head made her candied lips look like cherries floating in swirls of white chocolate.

My jaw clunked to the floor as she sashayed her smooth and fuckable body around my desk wearing nothing but a thin, short... what, summer dress? cocktail napkin? Whatever it was, it barely served a purpose.

She held out her hand.

"Mr. Hammer?" she asked, noticing the long, hard dick already occupying my grip. She reached down and took it from me, pumping my shaft in greeting. It was only polite. "My name is Candy Lane, and I need you to find my husband. He's gone."

Her fingers around my cock blurred my vision as I stood politely and held her insufficiently covered breasts in my hands in a cordial response.

"Nice to meet you Miss Lane. You say your husband has left?" I managed to articulate while preoccupied by handfuls of doughy flesh and her sensual fondling of my equipment. "I can't believe anyone could be so daft as to go and leave a knockout like yourself, Miss Lane."

"It's not like that, Mr. Hammer," Candy oozed as her plump lips neared mine, stopping just short of devouring my soul, "he's gone missing. I've been unable to find him anywhere, for weeks." She sighed out a muggy breath of desperate heat as her lips parted oh so close to my own.

I kept her mouth from drinking me in, but she slipped my cock beneath the front of her dress where a tuft of silky pubic fur tickled my skin. I knew she needed fucking, and bad. They all did.

"Wait, what exactly do you mean 'for weeks'?" I asked her deep cleavage. She didn't reply, but instead pulled her insufficient dress over her head and dropped it to the floor, exposing a heart stopping playground of bare skin.

"I mean," she moaned, backing her naked cheeks up onto my desk where she tugged me between her legs, "one day he left to find out why our mailman stopped delivering, and that was the last I saw or heard from him."

A handful of her long fingers ran through my hair as the other hand tried in vain to guide me in. I looked down and her slit was gaping, dripping with moisture and craving a long stiff friend to work off a little steam with. Had I not seen this very thing all over town every single day of the week, it would have been shocking. Still, her pussy was so primed for action it seemed to create a vacuum in time and space from which there was no escape.

"Wait," I tried to keep on subject as her frenzied lust sucked me in, "your mailman stopped coming?"

"In more ways than one," she admitted, chewing her lower lip and giving me an idea of exactly what she meant. She started pumping my cock again with purpose, sensing I wasn't about to take the plunge.

"Have you told anyone else about this?"

"No one," she sighed, squeezing me in her delicious fingers, "and I'm not sure where to start. Will you help me Mr. Hammer?" Another firm squeeze. "Help me find my husband?" Squeeze. "And for god's sake help me scratch this bothersome itch?"

A hand grabbed my ass and pulled me in as her luscious lips found mine and swallowed me whole. The depth of her kiss was bottomless and desperate. Her voluptuous bosom pressed into my chest, and I allowed her to guide my proud peacock into her sopping nest.

"Oh, Mr. Hammer," she mewled as I pressed forward and drove my cock to the back of her wet passage, "thank you for taking... mmmm... my case."

Apparently, a little fucking was all it took to seal any kind of deal these days, so I laid out my terms with slow but commanding jabs.

"I work by the hour Miss Lane, and all... expenses... are billable," I managed as her oversexed bod urged me to lay it on thick. "And when we find your husband, an additional retainer will be due in full."

Her grunting moans agreed to my terms as I became forceful. She tried to speak, but the words came out as chirps and burbles over the slapping of skin and sloshing of fluids.

Her elbows fell back and her body stretched out before me. I watched as the most mountainous mammaries I'd ever manhandled swooped and swayed with every thrust. Her hips tipped up to offer me complete access, accepting every inch and foot of my extensive cock. Her eyes attacked mine with an urgent need as I practically screwed her off the end of my desk.

"Do I . . . need . . . ooo . . . ooo, to make, a deposit?" she finally pieced together.

"I'll be the one making the deposits, Miss Lane," I grunted as cock and cunt communed, "but you can wire the money to my account."

I climbed onto the desk and pounded that wondrous woman with all the energy of a rampant bull. Her body bucked beneath me and bounced each body bang back to me, and from there we really picked up the pace.

All at once I knew she was close; especially when she yelled, "FUCK!" and "I'm CLOSE!"

"Take my cock Miss Lane," I growled, "take my cock like I'm taking your case! Let's find your husband so you can fuck your mailman again!"

"YES!"

"I mean, let's find your mailman so you can fuck your husband again!"

"YES!"

"Let's finish this already so I can get to my desk again!"

"YES! Oh GOD . . . Mr. Hammer!"

"Call me Jack, Miss Lane."

"Oh JACK, I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too Miss Lane, me... too."

We fucked faster and louder than anyone in town, which is saying something for Tittsburg, and when the young dame getting royally railed on my desk and I finally broke each other in half, I swear we heard dogs barking in the distance.

***

Candy Lane eventually excused herself to head to the bank, and I knew her sultry withdrawal would raise another canine chorus elsewhere in town. I watched her barely covered cheeks bump and bounce against each other all the way down the hall as she went. That's when I heard a voice behind me.

"Who's this one now Jack?" I recognized the wearisome voice of my office neighbor and accountant Sally Dithers, nosing her way into another one of my many businesses.

I turned to look, and sure enough she was hardly dressed in just a pair of panties with a hand stuffed down the front. The berry red nips on her sizable breasts were swollen and ripe, and as always her short brown hair seemed to be trying to escape the top of her head.

I allowed this conversation to happen like all the others, and said, "That's Miss Candy Lane. Her husband is missing." I knew I needn't say more. Sally would assume Candy had come by to ask for my help, in more ways than one.

Sally kept massaging her snatch in front of me, but not because I was anything special. She was always down there tending to herself.

"She has a great body. Did you... "

"Of course."

"And is she... "

"Yes."

"So what's the..."

"Four seventy-five."

"I see."

I watched as her eyes sought out my long cock and brought it remarkably to life with a single, longing glance.

"Do you want to..."

"Sure."

So I followed Sally into her office, and we did.

***

The next day Candy arrived through my door with a large brimmed hat floating on her head, her giant attributes leading the way under another useless dress.

"Miss Lane," I offered immediately, "you're looking ravishable as always. Come in, come in."

"The deposit has been sent to your account Mr. Hammer," she spoke, slipping out of her dress and leaning over the front of my desk swaying her heavy assets before me. "Can you make sure it went through?"

She stared into my eyes and watched them nose their way between her heaving globes before I swallowed hard and flipped open my computer.

"Um, yes, indeed," I managed, "let me check..."

She stood straight and joined me on the window side of the desk. Her breasts settled on my shoulders as she leaned over, watching as I tried to clack my computer keys and move the cursor to the notifications screen. I was pleasantly interrupted by a breath of hot steam in my ear.

"Did you enjoy our playtime yesterday, Jack?" her words suggesting her heat hadn't abated in the slightest since then.

"It was quite... satisfactory. Ah, there it is," I said, locating the new deposit in my account for more than requested. The deal was real, and I leaned into her natural headrest and felt hands slipping down my chest. I found myself wrapped in fingers as she pumped my naked cock.

"I'm glad you're on my case, Jack," she nibbled in my ear, my mind turning to mush in her soft grip. "I can only imagine the kind of bonus you might receive if you find my husband."

Her suggestion was punctuated by a long tongue slithering into my ear, riling up my passion.

"Ah, ahem, yes. I can only fathom. But for now..." I said, uncurling her delicate digits from my manhood one by one, "we should really get started."

A little air let out of Candy's libido as she stepped back, easing herself around my desk to find a chair. She sat and draped one leg over an arm, casually fingering herself. It took all of my concentration to keep my mind from between her legs, but I started the case interview.

"Let's start at the beginning. Was your mailman showing any signs something was the matter the last time you saw him?" I asked, watching her tilt her hips into her hand.

"Peter, that was his name, always seemed to be pretty distracted and frantic," she revealed masturbatorily, "I guess he literally needed to run through town trying to avoid being molested by every housewife on his route."

I could only imagine the poor bastard's daily existence.

"But he stopped for you?" I pointed out.

"Of course he did Jack," she draped her other leg over the second arm of the chair, "look at me."

She had a point, no mere mortal could've passed her by. Her parted lips, hooded eyes, overflowing breasts and long bare legs were crafted by Aphrodite herself. I felt my cock yank me to a standing position, where I had to hold it back from leaping across the desk into her moistened honey pot. I moved around to the front side of the desk to let my cock get a better look at this treasure.

She watched my hand running up and down my length with hunger and buried her fingers between her wide wet lips.

"I see your point, Miss Lane," I agreed as I showed my appreciation of that fact with some slow pulls on my cock. "So, was there anything different the last time he stopped by to... deliver his package, shall we say?"

"Not that I remember," she said as if they were the lustiest words ever spoken, then she stopped short. "Now that I think about it, he was in kind of a hurry that day. Something about a special delivery to the Mayor's office or something."

"Interesting," I mused, "It might be nothing, but it's a place to start."

Just then the door opened and Sally barged in as usual, unusually wearing a thin summer dress.

"Jack, a big deposit was just made to your..."

She instantly noticed the mutual masturbation situation going on and stopped on a wordless dime.

"Sally Dithers, meet Miss Candy Lane," I offered, my free hand gesturing to the naked lady rubbing her pussy on one of my chairs, "she has an urgent case, and we're just getting started. Miss Lane, Sally is my accountant and makes sure I'm keeping close track of my paperwork."

"Pleasure to meet you," Candy offered politely with a hand still busy between her legs.

"Nice to, uh, meet you as well, Miss Lane," Sally mustered from within her apparent daze. For once Sally was the only person in the room wearing clothes and not touching herself, although I wasn't sure how long that was going to last.

"Please, call me Candy," my client suggested before locking eyes with me again, "but I'd like Jack here to keep calling me Miss Lane."

With those words she pushed two long fingers into her deep pocket and groaned.

"Oh god that's hot," were words I thought to myself but heard them out loud. Turns out Sally had said them.

Candy looked my accountant up and down, "Care to join us Sally?" Her unsubmerged hand patted the second client chair alongside the first. "and please, don't be so formal," she added, gesturing to the dress.

Sally looked to me and I nodded permission for my accountant to shimmy out of her dress, which of course was all she'd been wearing. Her bare nudity sprang forth and we stared at her tight, pale body. The contrast of voluptuous sexpot alongside waifish elf was extreme, but no less stimulating. Sally eased into the chair.

"Mmmm, look at your adorable breasts darling," Candy offered, pulling soaked fingers from herself and reaching over to hold a puffy Sally-nipple between her scented fingers.

"Look who's talking," Sally offered, sliding her fingers around a heavy bosom beside her. Both girls dropped their hands into their laps, and I pressed on.

"To catch you up Sally, Miss Lane and her husband noticed that Peter, their mail carrier, had stopped delivering mail to them a few weeks back. Mr. Lane left to ask around about him, but never returned. On Peter's last visit, he mentioned a special delivery to make to the Mayor's office. So, picking up where we left off Miss Lane, where exactly did Mr. Lane, uh . . . what was your husband's name again?"

"Barry," Candy replied with lustful vivacity as her fingers disappeared again and her head tipped back.

"Barry..." I continued for a single word's time.

"Wait," interrupted Sally, "Barry Lane? The movie star?" The way she said it was with almost as much lust and longing as Candy had just used. "Barry Lane, the body builder turned action star from Fatal Crush and Fist of Desire, that Barry Lane?"

Sally had hijacked the conversation and was aggressively swirling her fingers between her legs. Candy nodded an affirmative as if it wasn't even newsworthy and kept her eyes on my distracted, but not yet faltering, erection.

"You mean, we get to meet Barry Lane... in person?" Sally continued, obviously imagining the moment in her mind as her hips rose and her diddling increased.

"First of all Sally," I had to interject, "Barry Lane is missing, and this is a serious situation. Secondly, we are not meeting anyone, I am the one on the case here. Thirdly... settle the hell down!"

"It's okay," Candy shrugged, "Barry gets this all the time, believe me. You can help us find him if you want, Sally."

My eyes shot wide as I tried to contemplate a reason why Miss Dithers would have to stay behind. Sally looked to me and must have noticed the track of denial my train of thought was heading down.

"That would be so great," Sally enthused, "I know people at the Mayor's office. I could even get us a meeting with the Mayor right away!"

Now that was actually helpful, as my level of influence around local governmental offices was less than horrid. I saw the look on Sally's face as she waited for my reply. I saw the look on Candy's face, which was a combination of why not and god dammit let's fuck!

My resolve faded, and I offered my complete agreement of the new arrangement with an enthusiastic, "Shit. Whatever Dithers."

***

We worked out a plan of action, each expelling a self-induced orgasm of camaraderie before setting out down the street toward City Hall. The girls threw on their light dresses to not-at-all hide their nudity, and I donned a light detective's robe, (it's a thing...). They led the way down the street side by side as I trailed, admiring the view.

I was impressed at how easily Candy Lane wore an air of complete confidence, much more easily than she was wearing a dress. She kept pulling at it and pushing it around, more bothered by the fabric than the barrage of questions coming from Sally.

"So, what's he like? Is he as demanding as he was in Brutal Love? Is that tattoo on his chest for real? How in the world do you ever let him out of bed?"

Candy shrugged and strut her bod the way a goddess might, revealing, "He just has a way of doing me so thoroughly, I sort of pass out or something I suppose." Sally let out a jealous moan like she just watched a kitten fuck itself. "I wake up and he's gone. That's why Peter came in so handy during the day. I really miss him too."

"Well, I know Mayor Ravanus very well," Sally offered as they strode, "we should be able to get in to see her right away."

We traversed the six or seven blocks to the great lawn and the many steps of City Hall. Newly erected statues of naked men and women adorned the front walk. They were artfully done in a historic Greek style, but the men all had erections.

Sally walked up to one life size statue and ran her fingers along it's chiseled male abdomen, "These new statues are so majestic. I can't help but feel a little weak around them." Her fingers trailed down to the northward pointing phallus and jogged her fingers up and down the side of it.

Candy seemed to be anxious to keep moving however, so I grabbed Sally and gently pried her toward the stairs my client was already ascending. Her dress was hardly hiding her bare and luscious cheeks beneath, and Sally gasped a little.

"My god, look at those legs," she practically panted, unconsciously grabbing her own breast. "No wonder she's married to Barry Lane, Jesus..."

"Get a hold of yourself Sally," I said, trying to snap her out her mounting arousal, which we both new could eventually burst into an uncontrollable frenzy of carnal lust. "What's your plan in here? I'm not exactly welcome you know."

"Don't worry Jack," she soothed, coming back to the situation at hand, for the moment at least, "Vivian owes me a favor or two. She'll help if she can."

That hardly settled my nerves, as officially I wasn't allowed anywhere near her Royal Highness and her blessed hall of "laws" and "rules". Our last interaction was sour at best.

Candy stood atop the great steps and waited for us to catch up. The large doors were impressive, and only seemed to dry my mouth as we approached. They parted automatically and we sauntered in. The cool air inside was refreshing, and apparently a little chilly to the lightly covered chests to either side of me.

We approached the main desk and behind it sat a young woman, fresh faced and a little out of her element.

"Hello," she greeted us as if rehearsing a line from a play, "welcome to Tittsburg City Hall. Can I help you with anything?" Her eyes bounced around all of ours like on a trampoline.

"Hi there," Sally jumped in with enthusiasm, "where's Billy?" She looked around the lobby and then leaned over the counter to look behind it, as if he might be busy down there or something. It was a valid hypothesis.
"Oh," chirped the girl in surprise, "I... um, think he was promoted, or something. I'm not really sure. Do you have an appointment with someone today?"

"Actually we don't," Sally continued, "but if you could just let Mayor Ravanus know that Sally Dithers is here to see her, I'm sure she'll be able to squeeze us in."

We watched expectantly as the girl pressed a few phone buttons in front of her, making absolute sure she was doing it right, and called in our request.

After some back and forth she informed us we could have ten minutes with the Mayor in half an hour. Sally thanked her and we made our way to a plush seating area, empty save for a couple having sex on a love seat in the corner. The man's pants were around his ankles and the woman's skirt disguised their efforts in no real way whatsoever.

"Mmmm, look at them," Candy dripped as we took a seat facing the lewd scene, "they look like they're in love. I miss my Barry." With those words she slunk low in the sofa and lifted her dress so her furry beaver could get a good look at the young woman gently bouncing on the man's lap. "You better fuck him good!" Candy announced to them as Sally inserted herself between Miss Lane and me, "one day you might look around and he'll be gone!"

The words were pained and came from a place of true loss, and both Sally and I looked on her in pity. The young woman however looked over her shoulder and just said, "He's my lawyer. Thank you though."

"Good luck finding a better lawyer then, if he ever... quits," Candy crossed her arms and sulked, causing her buoyant tits to bulge obscenely upwards.

"Jesus Candy," Sally's words echoed down the canyon of cleavage, "you make my mouth water when you do that, not to mention some other parts."

Candy looked down at her dress hanging on for dear life, and started sniffling.

"What is it?" Sally asked, throwing an arm over the pair of giant balloons.

"Barry used to have so much fun in there," Candy whimpered as Sally gently squeezed handfuls of the hilly flesh. "His little man would crawl in there all snug and then try to escape. I'd try to trap him, but he'd keep thrusting back and forth to slide out."

"Mmmm, that sounds so hot Candy," Sally consoled, her hand desperately seeking the space where Barry Lane's actual cock had been, "I can see why you miss him. Is this where he would go?" Her hand eased down the dark valley of flesh.

"Oh, that's it Sally," Candy said, looking her new friend in the eye with a sniffle, "It's nice in there, isn't it?" With that question she pulled her unwieldy dress aside to give Sally space to really climb in.

"It's so nice," Sally said, leaning toward her and almost diving headfirst between Candy's tits with her tongue out. The freakish sounds of breast worship broke out next to me, and of course it sounded swell.

Speaking of swell, I wasn't trying to flag down any rocket ships or anything, but my cock launched from within my detective's robe (I swear, look it up), and pulsed for attention.

"Oh Jack," Candy moaned as she took notice and licked her chewable lips, "I think this is turning you on."

"Well it's not, not turning me on, that's for sure," I said offjectedly, suddenly aware I was making up words. I grabbed my long cock and watched Sally treat Miss Lane's breasts like an oasis of sexual nourishment.

"Sally, do me a favor," Candy said, looking down at the young woman's face buried in the skin of her chest.

"Emmeephhnngg," Sally replied, her tongue slathering Candy's big tits like a basketball wash.

"Could I watch you pleasure Jack for a minute?"

Wait... what?! Why the hell would she want that? I've had so much head from Miss Dithers I could start a lettuce farm.

Sally looked up at her, puzzled for sure, horny for surer. She nodded sympathetically and said, "Anything you need Candy, you just think of Barry, okay?" Candy nodded her pouty face and wiped a tear off on her arm.

Sally rotated in her seat toward me and shrugged, "Well Jack, you heard the lady."

"I did," I groaned, and held my cock still as she slid off the seat and squatted between my spread legs. Candy scooted over, her bare knockers knocking into me as she snuggled up close.

Sally wasted no time, plopping an arm over each thigh and taking my cock from me. Her look was one of lustful hunger, as always, and she opened her mouth to swallow as much of my cock as she could. It was cute, but just another horrid attempt. Sally's mouth was so shallow I felt like an Olympic diver in the kiddie pool. It was her technique that got me though, every time. The passionate enthusiasm and creativity of this woman made my libido dance.

"Oh god," Candy moaned and she grabbed my hand, bringing it between her legs, "look at her, sucking you like that. Oh Jack, please help me find Barry. I want to kiss him again." She pushed my fingers into her juicy tunnel where I dug around for hidden treasure. "I want to suck him again." This time she wrapped her arm around my neck and pressed her body against me, breathing in my ear, moaning, "I want to fuck him Jack. Ohhh god I want to ride his meaty cock again. I want to grab his dick with my slippery slit and fuckfuckfuck him!"

To say I came in Miss Dither's mouth was like saying I came in Miss Dither's mouth. She practically choked in surprise, as I'd never been that aroused by any oral play from her before. It must have caught her off guard. My hand was still inside my client's vagina, and not one of us noticed the Mayor of Tittsburg standing beside us.

"Ahem," she ahemed. Sally looked up and jumped to her feet in an instant.

"Mayor Ravanus," she babbled, wiping her chin, "thank you for meeting me."

"Miss Dithers," Vivian Ravanus snapped with some kind of stick-in-the-ass reply.

"Oh, and this is Candy Lane," Sally said, gesturing giddily, "you know... the wife of Barry Lane..." she waited expectantly for the girly giggles which would never come, "Barry Lane from Thunderous Heartbreak and Some Men Must Die..."

If crickets could chirp, they would have kept quiet for fear of pissing off the cold woman standing in the lobby waiting for the childish banter to cease.

"I am aware of who she is, Miss Dithers," she said, each word punctuated with condescension. "How do you do Miss Lane?"

Candy stood and straightened out her dress, "Very well Mayor Ravanus, thank you."

"And, I see you've dug Mr. Hammer out of his shallow hole for a visit," she sneered, glaring my way with disdain.

"Oh, he's with me," Sally admitted, "and I'm sure he won't be a bother," her look back to me confirming my obedience with a stern look.

I cleared my throat and stood nervously, trying to keep my spent anatomy within the confines of my thin robe. "I will be on my best behavior Vivian."

I knew according to her highness I didn't deserve a reply, but I got one; a silent reply... warning... a look of certain death... a snarl of an upper lip... I was in!

"Follow me," is all she said as her ass and it's stick turned to head toward her office. As we walked, Sally and the Mayor walked together. "What is this about Sally?" Vivian asked.

Sally caught her up as we made our way down the hall, and once inside her office Vivian gestured for us to have a seat.

The office was stuffy, the Mayor, beastly. Don't get me wrong, we'd slapped privates a few times before she became Mayor, but she ended up being too needy so I steered clear.

Sally wrapped up the background and handed off the conversation to me. Thanks.

"Well, Vivian, as you know Miss Lane came to me, and I have an obligation to uphold..."

"Get to it Jack."

"Um, yes, right. What do you know about a postal carrier named Peter who had a special delivery for your office two weeks ago?"

"I don't know anything Jack. We get deliveries constantly; how am I supposed to remember one package?"

"Fair enough. Is there anyone in the building who might recall? Someone in receiving perhaps, or at the front desk?"

Without warning or invitation, as usual, Sally interjected herself into the dialog. "What about Billy? He's been working the front desk for months now. Is he still around somewhere?"

My annoyed glare to Sally drifted toward Vivian, as this was actually a good question for once. Vivian however seemed to freeze in place. We all sat in the weird silence while the Mayor seemed to be considering this question.

"Well," she began at last, "I suppose a small parcel could arrive at the front desk, however most deliveries arrive in back. Do you have any idea what kind of package your postal carrier had Miss Lane?"

Candy looked up in response to her name, the Mayor's question pulling her out of some kind of mental reverie.

"What? His package? Oh... it was big alright. The way his hips pushed it around made me squirm so much I..."

"I think she means," I interrupted her lusty recollection, "his actual parcel, the one he was supposed to deliver to City Hall the day before his disappearance?"

Candy looked at me, confused, until the non-sexed side of her brain assumed control.

"Ohhhhhh," she elongated, "his package, yes, well I don't really know too much about that. He just mentioned needing to deliver something here."

"That's okay Vivian," Sally said, getting to her feet, "We appreciate the help. Is it okay if we ask around a little? It shouldn't take too much time."

Vivian leaned back in her chair and mouthed a pen between her taut lips, poor bastard.

"Yes, that's fine Sally," she said looking between my accountant and me, "just please for the love of god keep Mr. Hammer under control; and keep your investigation inside of an hour, would you?"

Vivian stood and gestured toward the door.

"Thank you, Ms. Mayor, we'll be in and out of your hair in no time," said Sally, making me gag at a particular memory involving Vivian's hair.

"Very well Sally, and please let me know if I can be of any additional help in your search. Miss Lane, I feel really bad about your husband. If working with private investigators turns up nothing, please be sure to make use of our local law enforcement."

Yeah right, I thought, the local 'solve it yourself' brigade. She had to say it though, our taxes paid for that blithering side show.

Candy stood and even Vivian Ravanus couldn't help but gawk at her voluptuous figure as it swayed. Candy shook hands with the Mayor, thanking her for her time and followed Sally and me out of the room.

Once back at the front desk, we inquired how to get back to the receiving dock from inside the building. We worked our way down an elevator and a short hallway, entering the dirty backside of a government facility. The room was stacked with boxes and crates, and nothing looked to be in any kind of order.

A haggard woman sauntered over, looking like she'd been ridden wet and put away hard; that morning. Her hair was greasy and her clothes were smudged but tight.

"Gail?" I said, recognizing her as the janitorial lead in the building.

"Oh, hey Jack," she rasped out in a coughing wheeze, "what on earth are you doing back here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," I said, as Gail eyed up the scantily clad women who'd fallen in behind me. "I hope this is a promotion."

"You could say that," she gurgled, "Pay's the same, but at least the sun gets in here every so often. I assume you're looking for something?"

I introduced her to Candy Lane and filled her in on the story of the husband and the postal carrier. Gail considered the days around the disappearances and couldn't offer any immediate help.

"What you need to do," she said, scratching herself under a braless tit mercifully hidden behind her flannel shirt, "is head down to our infamous Postal Center. That's where your Barry would have started his search, I would guess." Her pupils grew as she began undressing me with her eyes.

"That was our next stop Gail," I said, stepping back from the leering stare, "do you know anyone we can ask for if we mention your name." Gail stopped eyeing up my robe for a moment as a light came to her eyes.

"Oh yeah, talk to Stanley. Tell him I sent you, and also that I can't wait for our next lunch together."

"You have lunch with Stanley?"

"Not really," she said with a smile, trying to touch my arm as I suddenly remembered an itch on my opposite shoulder requiring immediate attention, "but the last time we got together he covered me in gravy and basted me with his..."

"O-KAAAY," I interrupted as the three of us stifled a gag, "I think we get the point. We'll ask for Stanley and tell him... you said hi. Fair enough?"

"You know, Jack, feel free to stop back any time for a personal tour of," she ran her hands down her scrawny frame, "the facilities..."

"Thanks Gail, I understand," I swallowed, backing in the direction the girls had already run, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Have a nice day!"

A bee couldn't have made a straighter line for the elevator where Sally stood holding the door open. Gail still tried to keep the conversation going, but I crushed the Close button under my full weight.

"Goodbye Gail," I called between the doors as they sealed shut, "...you freaky shrew."

"She was something," Sally understated.

"Yeah, a Public Service Announcement about the dangers of becoming a horny old bag of bones. Do we have time to get to the Postal Center before they close?" I asked as the doors opened again into the main lobby.

"We should have plenty of time," Sally said, turning to my client, "unless Candy needs a break."

"Let's keep going," Candy moaned as if in the middle of intercourse, "as long as we can. I just know we'll find something today." So we set off from City Hall on our way.

The stroll to the Postal Center was uneventful as we passed through an empty park. I thought for sure the usual group of ballers would be out on the court, possibly cat calling after Candy, but luck was on our side.

As we entered the main counter area of the Postal Center, a couple of familiar faces greeted us, as well as some new ones. It was strange there wasn't any line, as there was always a line, and it was always the slowest line in the history of lines. Every person behind the counter looked our way and raised their hands for us to come to their station.

I bellied up to the first counter operated by a young girl with long red hair. Her name badge read Yvonne, and her lips read luscious.

"Hi Yvonne," I said as Sally and Candy hung back, "how's things today? Busy?"

"Oh yes," she said as if I'd just asked a straight A student if she had her homework done, "very busy. We've been keeping up with the rush though."

"It would seem so," I said, leaning on the counter. "Hey, is Stanley around? A friend told me to ask for him when I got here. I just have a couple questions about our normal carrier."

Her face changed from eager to please to 'please don't ask me about that.'

"What?" I couldn't help my curiosity.

"Well, it's just that Stanley isn't working here anymore, and... well, it seems as if everyone stopping in today had the same question."

"What, about Stanley?" I asked skeptically.

She looked confused for a moment and then said, "Oh, nonono. Not about Stanley, I'm not sure what happened there. About all the carriers who quit."

"Come again?"

"The carriers who quit."

"Quit?"

"It seems so. A bunch all quit without notice, just stopped coming in."

We stared at each other in silence as my mind processed the new information and Yvonne beautifully sucked her lower lip and batted her long lashes.

"On the same day?" was my spectacular follow-up question.

"I don't think so," she looked up in thought, "but in the same month or so. All men too."

"All men?" I challenged.

"All men," she parried.

That's what was different about the front, there were no men around. Come to think of it, the only man they saw along their entire trip to and from City Hall was the lawyer giving it to his client.

I looked around, and the other three women behind the counter seemed to be keeping themselves busy in the usual way. Jilling off had become a spectator sport as of late, and I was a huge fan. The ladies seemed to be eyeing me up in a fantasial way as they all paddled their pink canoes behind the counter.

I peeked over the edge where Yvonne stood, and sure enough she wasn't wearing any pants. Her free hand was crammed inside her underwear as she chewed her lip more aggressively in my direction. That wasn't what I'd been looking for however; I was looking for clues as to why all the men would quit seemingly solid government jobs.

The only thing I noticed besides Yvonne's rosy carpet matching her drapes as she pushed her panties down for me to see better, was a wastebasket full of candy bar wrappers and a cushioned mat designed for standing all day.

"See anything exciting?" Yvonne asked as I leaned back to my side of the counter.

"You have a lovely, um, workstation there Yvonne," I said with a wink, to which she smiled 'the smile' at me. "I was really hoping to talk to Stanley however. Do you know where he lives by any chance?"

"I don't, but there's a directory in the back I could bring up," she said, donning the eyes of a huntress, "for a price..."

My body had never been so used and abused as it was that day with four postal workers, a luscious bombshell and my nerdy accountant all taking turns on me like I was St. Dick and they all kept remembering more toys they wanted stuffed under their tree.

As we walked through town again, staggered in my case, with Stanley's address in hand we noticed the people who were around. It was indeed only women, and all of them were looking quite untended to. I picked up the pace, feeling a lot like Peter the mailman all of the sudden as many eyes drifted my way.

We hit a quiet backstreet and the trees offered more shade and more cover for me. I tried to stay close to Sally and Candy, but their conversation made it difficult.

"Have you ever tried modeling?" Sally asked, watching Miss Lane's undeniable rack wobble hypnotically.

"Oh sure I have," she said, "but all the dumb picture taking before getting to the sex part got to be really annoying."

"I bet it was," groaned Sally with a grimace and a grunt. "But isn't it more boring sitting home all day waiting for Barry to come home?"

"I don't just sit at home silly," Candy said with a playful slap to Sally's arm, "I'm filming a show; all day."

"A show?" Sally asked, "What kind of... ohhh, a show... I see. Who else stars in it?"

"Just me," the blonde revealed, "but I have a huge audience online every day."

"Ohhh, so like webcams and stuff?" Sally deduced.

"I don't know," Candy said as we rounded a bend and came close to Stanley's address, "I just start the camera and people pay money to watch me do stuff."

Sally thought about that, "Mmmm, sexy stuff I bet. Like what?"

"Sally please," I had to interject before she started making it with the nearest mailbox, "let my client keep her private life to herself if you don't mind."

"It's okay Jack," Candy said, "just simple stuff Sally, like washing dishes and painting my nails."

We all stopped walking at the same instant, Sally and me because we couldn't believe what we had just heard, and Candy because we'd arrived at Stanley's house.

"Wait," Sally couldn't help her damn self, "you mean people actually pay money just to watch you..." then Candy reached behind to scratch her back, this simple act pulling up her dress and exposing her bare and luscious cheeks of plenty to us, "ohhh... right. That."

I smiled as the goddess unintentionally explained her show without even realizing, which was surely the draw.
"Are we going to knock?" Candy asked, strolling up the front walkway.

"I'll do it," I said, stepping in front of the two women to knock at the door. Before I could even raise my fist, the door opened.

Standing before us was what could only have been described as a single sculpted work of divine female nudity. Like she'd stepped off the pages of Schwartz Illustrated, this woman was indeed a rare specimen. Where Candy had sex appeal dripping off her skin, this woman was scientifically born to be nude.

"Um, well hello, uh... there," I fumbled out around the tongue suddenly dangling from my mouth, "is St-stanley, ho..."

The woman looked at me, and then at the pair behind me, and then at me again. She scrunched her eyebrows in the loveliest looking brow furrow human genes had ever constructed and spoke.

"Who's asking?" her lips produced with a hypnotizing pucker and bounce. The words were there but the act of speaking them distracted me enough to miss all meaning.

"What?" I said, realizing she'd asked a question, but having no idea what it was.

Sally's voice crackled into one of my ears unceremoniously, "She wants to know who we are Jack. Tell. Her."

I snapped out my daze and announced that I was in fact Jack Hammer, a private investigator, and that these were my associates and we were on a case and we needed to talk to Stanley right away. Then I announced I was sorry she wasn't understanding me and that it sounded like I'd just said, "Ahmma Jackenhammen... dee, is my soshits..."

"Hello ma'am," cut in Candy, grabbing me by the shoulders and moving me aside, "is Stanley home? My name is Candy Lane, and it's looking like I've hired an invalid to help me find my husband. You'll have to excuse him, you're quite beautiful."

I watched in numb silence as my client took over for me in my debilitated state, quite well I might add.

"Thank you Miss Lane. My name is Stella, I'm Stanley's daughter," the woman said and stepped aside, "won't you come in?"

"I would love to, and this is Jack's assistant Sally," Candy gestured behind her. "Please, lead the way."

The woman turned and her bare backside melted my knees to sludge. My legs slid around and tried to walk me through the door, but my eyes weren't looking anywhere which didn't contain a perfect rear end so I began to lose balance. Sally noticed my predicament and tried to hold me up, instead we tumbled down together piled in a heap on Stanley's stoop.

I heard the door close and Candy say, "Just leave them, they'll be along in a minute. Say, do you have a robe or something you could put on? Nice house by the way..."

Once the vision faded from the burned surface of my retina, I began to regain functionality. Sally was prying herself off me and getting to her feet.

"Holy shit Jack," she said, "did you see that?"

"See what?" I said, standing to adjust my robe, "did she look suspicious? Have a gun? What?"

"No, she's a dead knockout," Sally breathed the last word more exaggeratedly than I thought possible.

"What?" I asked, opening the door to step inside, "I don't even know what you're getting on about Sally. Get it together and come on."

As we entered the house it looked to be a simple home with simple furnishings. Following the sound of voices, we passed beneath a low archway and into a combination kitchen/dining room where Candy was sitting on a bar stool against an island counter.

As I got further into the room, my eyes drank in the vision of Stella's naked body reaching for some glasses in a top cupboard. She was up on a toe with the other leg back for balance, a line of bare flesh drew my eyes up her muscular thigh, over her slender waist, up the side of her elongated breast, right to her parted lips with her tongue pushing into them in gorgeous concentra...

***

"Jack," came a voice in the darkness, "Jack, come on." It was Candy Lane calling to me from somewhere in the ether.

"Jack, get your ass up," came the wrenching squall of Miss Dithers, more potently bringing me back to reality.

I opened my eyes and realized I was laying on a sofa, looking out a sliding glass door to a three-season porch. Candy's face was close to mine, and she was holding something cool against my forehead. Sally was standing behind her with her arms crossed as I tried to sit up. Stella walked in wearing a thin robe and carrying a glass of something.

"Is he going to be okay?" she asked, handing Miss Lane the glass.

"I think so, thank you," Candy said, taking the glass and placing it in my hands, "and thanks for finding something wear."

"I had no idea it would have caused so much trouble," Stella said, sitting in an upholstered chair near the door. "Everyone in town seems to enjoy being so free and, well... easy. Now whenever I come to visit, I kind of let my hair down."

I took a long sip of the water, and motioned to Candy I was fine with an apologetic smile. She stood and found a chair near Stella while Sally just stood and stared at me, shaking her head.

"Move your damn legs Jack," she ordered and pulled them off the sofa, sitting down in their place.

After getting my bearings back and finding my brain in a semi-functioning state again, I set the water down and looked to Stella.

"Stella, I'm so sorry about that," I managed, "I think I must have skipped breakfast today. Shall we get on with it?"

"Of course Jack, please ask away," Stella said, leaning back and allowing my eyes a chance to imagine what lay beneath that simple robe, gently brushing along the inside of the soft fabric and pushing...

"Jack," Sally elbowed me in the ribs with a firm whisper.

I cleared my throat and looked out the window instead, "Stella, do you know why your father quit working at the Postal Service?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Jack," Stella said, seeming very surprised by my question. "I can assure you he's still working there. He's been out of town attending the Postal Union's Self-Schooling Yearly for the last week. At least that's where he told me he was. How do you know my father again?"

I looked at Sally who just shrugged, then back out the window and shook my head.

"I don't actually know Stanley, but the ladies down at the Postal Center seem to be under the impression he quit," I continued, "along with a number of other male employees. Doesn't that sound a bit odd?" I ventured a glance in her direction and immediately went back to looking at the fascinating furniture out on the porch.

"It seems pretty far-fetched Jack," Stella said, "only the male employees? How is that even possible? My father's been working there as long as I can remember, why would he quit? And if he did quit, why wouldn't he just be here instead of at a seminar?"

"That's the big question now, isn't it?" I said. "Miss Lane hired me because her husband has gone missing as well, which happened after the Lane's postal carrier went missing. Now your father may have disappeared as well."

Stella looked at all of us, a shocked look on her face. "I can assure you he's at the convention Jack. He hasn't quit his job, and he's not missing. I'm watching his house while he's gone. He calls me to talk all the time."

I looked at Sally again, her unhelpful shrug making me wonder why I ever brought her along on a case.

"That's really good news Stella," I said, "we only need to talk to him for a few minutes about a package which came through his station a couple weeks ago. Any chance we can get his number and give him a call?"

Stella seemed to look between the three of us before saying, "Well, he's old fashioned and doesn't have a cell phone so you'll have to wait until he gets back to his hotel room tonight. I'm not sure where he's staying though; I never thought to ask. Maybe we can wait for him to call. You're welcome to stay and wait if you'd like since it's already getting late."

I thought about that. We didn't have any other leads at the moment. Stanley would be a huge help in us understanding what happened to all the men that quit. My first theory was that being molested by every horny housewife their route day after day had gotten to them, and they decided bagging groceries wasn't such a bad gig. It didn't explain Barry Lane's disappearance however.

"It's worth a shot, if you two don't mind waiting around." I said to Candy and Sally, "You can always head back and I'll stay if you'd rather."

"I'm staying on the case Jack," Candy said, "until we find my Barry. He's my only priority."

I looked to Sally, "Dithers?"

She looked at me with a 'what now' look, until she realized I was asking her if she was going to stay and wait with us.

"Oh. I'll stay Jack, it's a long walk back by myself."

"Wonderful," said Stella, "I'll get some more drinks made up for us."

"I'll order us all some food if that's okay," said Candy, "Bruce at The Mushroom Cap owes me a big favor." She winked and made to stand.

"I guess it's settled then," I said, "we'll get acquainted and talk to Stanley when he calls." A thought occurred to me. "What if he doesn't call Stella?" I dared a look at her and regretted my choice. She stood and smoothed out her robe and it hugged her body like a lover would, tracing her curves and caressing the sensual...

"Jack!" Sally barked.

"Sorry, what were we saying?"

Stella laughed gorgeously, "I said if he doesn't call me tonight, you'll just have to come back tomorrow night and we'll try it again." She shook her head and left the room, shortly after we heard glasses clinking in the kitchen.

Sally leaned over to me and said, "Are you going to be okay Jack? What's gotten into you?"

"I don't know," I said, realizing I wouldn't have an easy time staying focused in Stanley's house; not with his jaw dropping daughter prancing around, her enchanting smile and flawless body drying my mouth and watering my eyes. Not only were her thighs tight and supple, but her breasts hung perfectly...

"Jack!"

"I'll just be out on the porch, call me when the food gets here," I said and made a run for it.

***

The food eventually arrived and we had some drinks and ate from plastic containers on Stanley's three-season porch. The sun was setting and a string of bulbs lit the space in a peaceful way. The drinks also helped Sally to loosen her tongue.

"So, Stella," she practically dripped in the innocent lady's direction, "how is a drop-dead gorgeous woman like yourself staying here alone at your father's house? Don't you go crazy for some personal... um, connections?"

Stella smiled and I looked away immediately for fear of watching her soft lips spread to form words.

"It's fine Sally, really," she replied, "I have plenty to keep me busy, and let's just say I've had visitors from time to time."

Candy looked from Sally to Stella, "I'll come visit you Stella, if you ever get lonely." Her insinuation was not lost on any of us.

"Wow Candy," Stella said with a grin, (at least it sounded like a grin, I still wasn't looking), "I've never hung out with a movie star's wife before. You're welcome over any time. In fact, we even have a spare room in back if it ever gets to be too late."

"Ooh, sounds inviting," Candy oozed and turned up the heat on the porch, something I wished she hadn't done given the circumstances. Fortunately, she added, "can I see it?"

The two ladies rose and went back into the house. Sally looked at me for a long while, and either she was still miffed at me for making a dribbling fool of myself, or she was thinking.

"Jack, something's not right here," she said, thankfully confirming my second theory. "Obviously you can't even control yourself around Stella," she added, bringing me back to my first theory, "and if given the choice, you would probably never leave this place. Am I right?"

I looked at her and could tell she was on to something, something in addition to the stiff shaft under my robe she began fondling. I nodded.

"So who in their right mind would come visit to someone like Stella, and then leave?"

"Good point," I admitted with a thrust between her fingers.

Sally always thought best while we were engaged in some kind of sexual play. Intercourse distracted her too much, so either she toyed with my equipment or would come to revelations during cunnilingus. Sometimes many.

"I know if it were me, I'd keep my face pressed between those long legs for as many hours as my tongue would let me, hey Jack?" she purred in my ear, "Maybe Candy's even back there right now opening that robe and licking her way down Stella's tight stomach, pushing her onto the bed and climbing between her... eww! Jack! What the hell!?"

"Sorry," I managed with my heart racing in my chest, "I'm not usually this on edge. Here." I handed her a wad of napkins from the dinner.

"Aaaanyway," she said with a stern look as she cleaned off her hands, "maybe it's because nobody can maintain control enough around her to last any length of time; thank you for making that point."

Once she was cleaner, Sally looked down and saw how hard I still was. Grabbing it tight she began to work it again like she had been.

"How are you still so energized Jack?" she asked, looking around the corner and listening for anyone coming. "You're rarely like this, after... that," she nodded toward the wad of napkins.

"I don't know Sally," I admitted, "maybe she put something in my drink?"

"Please, it's more likely you just want her so bad your body is keeping you in a constant state of readiness just in case."

Sally stood and swung a bare leg over my lap and sat herself down on me. I eased into her ever-snug pocket and grabbed my accountant around the waist. Thoughts of Stella appeared in my mind and I began jabbing into Sally like she was somebody else.

"Ohhhh-oh, Jack," she moaned in surprise, "this really is something, isn't it? You're being so... mmm... passionate. Oh god... Jack. Stop. I just wanted to think, not have a full... blown... ohhhh fuu-u-u-u-uckkkkk..."

Her tone grew like a tornado siren, and Sally and I both knew how vocal her orgasms were. There was no way the neighbors wouldn't end up hearing all about it, let alone the hot daughter of the homeowner with her flawless skin and naked...

I pushed Sally off before it was too late.

"Sorry Dithers," I managed, getting to my feet and standing before her panting and pissed off face, "I need to get some water."

I stumbled into the house and found my way to the kitchen. Candy and Stella returned to the porch just then, so my timing was impeccable. Sally waved her arms around, talking about me no doubt, so I took my opportunity to snoop around the house.

I wandered the main hallway to the bedrooms and saw where Stanley most likely slept, seeing as how it was decorated in greens and blues with wildlife images and fishing trophies. Across the hall was a small bathroom next to what looked like it had been a guest room at one time, but boxes stacked along the walls said catch-all room. The final door at the end of the hall was locked, which I assumed was where Stella stayed. If anything would give me any clues it would be behind that door.

I didn't have my usual breaking and entering kit on me, so a quick poke around the bathroom found me a beard comb which would do nicely. Ten seconds later the door was open.

Expecting a more feminine abode, I instead entered a stately master bedroom with a king size bed and expensive furnishings. It looked very inviting, and in my head I was laying dear Stella across that bed in the nude, before my other head with an actual brain ripped the controls back.

Why would Stella have the largest room in Stanley's house? Maybe she slept in here while he was gone instead of the smaller room. But if this was Stanley's actual room, why was the other room decorated so masculine? Stella didn't seem like someone who fished a lot. It was possible the spare room had been Stella's growing up, and had been converted later on, and maybe the other room was her brother's? But wasn't she an only child...

"Hello Jack," I heard from behind me along with a door clicking shut. "I see you've found the big bed."

I turned just in time to watch Stella's robe slip from her shoulders and pool around her dainty, fuckable toes. Her vivid nudity stood before me and I ceased to breath. A single step later and she was halfway closer to me.

"I'm sorry if I've been distracting you Jack," she spoke with tantalizingly plump lips, "I can't help it. You're just so, attractive," she breathed out as her hands untied my robe.

Her last word got my thinking head involved again, as my primal head was already priming to give this woman more shaft than she'd know what do with. I knew a lot of things instinctively, and the fact that I wasn't actually attractive in the normal sense was one of them. I liked to think my mannerisms and charm helped enhance my charisma enough to get women close enough to the really attractive parts, like the one standing at attention pressed between our completely naked bodies.

"Stella," I croaked, "is this your room?"

Her eyes devoured mine as she said, "I sleep here, yes." She reached between us and held my rod with both hands.

"I... see," I managed, feeling my legs losing the battle of keeping my body upright, "So which room was your childhood room?"

"Oh Jack," she said, easing her small hands up and down my length, "who cares about that? What's important is that I'm here now, with you. Isn't that what you wanted? I saw you looking at me, and then not looking at me. Do you like what you see?"

"You are... spectraculan," I said, realizing I was back to making things up and hoping she hadn't noticed.

"Wow, that's quite the compliment Jack," she said, leaning in and to place soft kisses on my neck. Pulling back she added, "Would you like to take me to bed Jack?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Right now?"

More dumb.

"How about you just lay on the bed like this, and let me start by frogging your clockwork into the frashic borsho wot... A frandle plick on corsel frommen harpit..."

The room began to spin as her words trailed off into nonsense. I watched as fourteen bare breasts all approached my head and smothered my face in wondrous deliciousness.

***

I awoke to the smell of rotten eggs and body odor. I couldn't see very well, but was definitely still naked. I thought for sure I was in the middle of intense and kinky sex with Stella as I felt my cock slipping in and out of her. My mouth had been ball-gagged and I was upright, but not on my feet. I was tied in a standing position and still having sex. Whatever.

The clouds in my eyes began to form solid images, and the room I was in was nowhere I'd seen before. I heard moans in the room, but they were of men. I shook off more of the sleep and tried to focus. The action down below was intense, so I squinted my eyes and gasped when I noticed nobody was there.

My cock was inside what looked like an automatic milking machine attachment, but felt nothing like it, (don't ask). I was getting more vision back, and all around the room were angled beds with naked men strapped to them. All of them had a similar apparatus connected to their crotch, and some of them looked to be asleep.

Then I heard a voice which made my cackles rise.

"Well well well, if it isn't Jack 'the cock' Hammer," said Vivian Ravanus as she stepped in front of me, "Welcome back to the land of the living," then her voice deepened as her fake smile turned to a sneer, "for now. It seems as if your snooping around turned up something after all, didn't it Jack? Yes, Stella works for me, and her enchanting perfume has ensnared you just like all the others. It's an invention of mine, I call it a compellent; like the opposite of repellent. Do you like it? Of course you do. Your tongue was probably hanging out of your mouth the whole time you were anywhere near Stella."
She walked around me and traced her fingers across my stomach. Reaching down she slipped off the milking machine and gazed at my slick erection now throbbing from the lack of stimulus.

"Oh yes, and here's your partner in crime now, just in time." She reached for me and tugged at it with a firm and angry grip. "It's been a while since we've been this intimate, hasn't it Jack?"

I glared at her, hoping my look would burst her into flames, but it didn't. It seemed to make her smile.

"Oh yes. I just can't forget it seems, all those years ago. You did it Jack. You were the one. I never told you this, but you were the man who finally took me all the way to my first orgasm. I just couldn't ever seem to get it all the way there," she said while trying to pull my cock right out of its socket, "and then you came along and nonchalantly fucked me into next week, didn't you?"

I shrugged.

"Then we had some real fun for a while, but I guess you lost interest. I was just getting started Jack, and then you were done with me. I tried to find others who could bring me off the way you did, but they failed. Everyone. It was so, fucking, frustrating!" She yanked harder and I croaked in pain.

"I degraded myself Jack. I let myself get spanked, tied up, fucked by a football team, a hockey team, even ten other people who looked just like you, searching for that magic combination... and nothing!" She thankfully let go and unthankfully began pacing around in front of me, peeling her clothes off piece by piece.

"Do you know how many times I've asked you for it... begged? I offered to fucking pay you for sex Jack and you still turned me down! Am I that horrible? Did you not have any fun with me? I thought we had something..."

She trailed off and lost every piece of clothing in the process except for an intimidating leather corset and knee-high boots. Her pussy was shaved bare and looked to be juicing down her legs.

She walked back up to me slowly and stood with her mouth near my ear.

"But then I figured it out Jack," she whispered, "I figured out what made it so good. What made it so special. And it was simple really. You were desperate... I hadn't been your first choice, but you were so frantic for sex that I would do."

She reached down and fisted my cock, which was in some kind of constant edging state. I loved/hated her angelic/demon of a hand as waves of desire melted my muscles.

"So you let me have it, didn't you? You gave me every fucking ounce of that pent-up energy, and it was exactly what I needed to get off."

She pushed her tongue in my ear and I winced in revulsion.

"Didn't like that?" she moaned, "...you will."

She stepped back and released my rod. "See these men? Yes Jack, it's all the missing people in town, right here in my playroom. Not only have I invented the world's best aphrodisiac for men, but I've also found a way to keep my supply of it coming, and coming, and coming. You see, one of the most important ingredients to my recipe is sperm. Not sperm exactly, but the fluid part of a male orgasm."

I scrunched my nose in disgust and she smiled at that.

"Ah, but men secretly love the smell of their own extract it would seem, when mixed with my special concoction of course." Vivian pushed a button and the bed tipped me forward into a full vertical position with my member hanging out the furthest. "Once I found I could make men desperate for sex, I just had to give them what they wanted... what they needed... what they couldn't live another second without."

She stepped in front of me and ran a hand between her legs and another across her bare chest. I gulped.

"Turns out it was the magic combination Jack. By the time I made my discovery, I had already been willing to do whatever it took to get off. I just needed to get over one more hurdle... I had to accept the fact that men needed to be fucking desperate in order to fuck me the way I needed it. It was a small price to pay, don't you think?"

I cursed at her over my gag and she laughed in my face.

"After that it was easy. I wore the perfume; men followed me home, sometimes many. They fucked me good Jack; so good. It was perfect. I would cum so fucking hard I was afraid my pussy would fall off, but it didn't. It just got hungrier for more. And more."

Her look turned from victorious to angry.

"Soon one cum wasn't enough, I needed two, and then three. One man wasn't enough, and I worked my way through town to get my fill. It was then I decided to run for office, and to use my new 'influence' to get votes. So now you know how I did it. I got myself off and collected a vote at the same time. Win win, right? That's right, I won.

"Once elected to office I decided I wanted the sex to come to me; as often as it could. So I found a way mass produce my perfume and fed it into the water system using a hidden line. Genius right? I know, except for one thing... my formula affected women as well as men when ingested. Just my luck once all the men in town were finally desperate to fuck, all the women were too."

She stepped up to me and ran her drooling cunt across the top side of my cock, pressing her pointy tits into me. Silently she stroked herself on my rod and groaned, her eyes searing into mine. Reaching around she pushed the button on the bed again and we slowly tipped back into a horizontal position.

"And now, lover, we're back to square one, aren't we?" she hissed like a putrid snake. "Except now I know better than to think you to have something special for me... unless of course you're desperate." She chuckled. "The perfume you smelled on Stella was just a sample, and the really potent stuff is covering this gag in your mouth, so don't bite down too hard or..."

Too late.

A jolt ran through me and my brain seemed to turn off completely. All I could see was a mostly naked woman hovering over me and I wanted nothing more than to screw her senseless. She saw it in my eyes and her face took on a hungry look.

"Yes," she purred, "that's it Jack. I'm here for you. I'm all yours if you need it. Give it to me Jack. Give me everything."

She pressed her hips back and I felt my shaft bump her slit, and she was sopping-wet-ready-to-fuck. One quick jab and I'd be as deep inside Vivian as I'd ever been. I felt like an animal, carnal lust boiling in my veins as my body began to surge with a mind of its own.

"Yes, feel it... feel the desperation Jack. You need it, don't you? You need to fuck and I'm right here, a bare pussy just out of reach." She toyed with me and kept her body just far enough away that I felt her wetness dab me and then pull away. "You have to want it Jack. You have to reeeeally want it. Do you want it? Do you want to fuck me?"

I nodded automatically. My body was burning up, I was having a hard time seeing straight and my red hot poker wanted to slide somewhere wet and juicy to cool the heat. Desperate. She had me and I knew it. I tried to relax but it was beyond my control.

Then, to my dismay, Vivian crawled off the platform and stuck her hand between her legs, bringing her fingers up to my nose.

"Ohhh fuck that's a wet pussy Jack," she said, pulling them away, "and it could have all been all yours... but no! And now you will suffer!"

She reached down and grabbed the milking attachment and slid it back over my frantic shaft. As soon as the soft inner capsule enveloped me, I groaned over my gag and felt my hips lunging into it. I knew why the men were all moaning around me, as the feeling waas heavenly and almost crave quenching.

"Have a good time Jack," Vivian said, my eyes watched her skinny bare backside wander to the bed next to mine. She pulled the man's machine off of his wet cock and straddled his cock, pushing the button to lean them back. "I'll just be here fucking the hell out of Peter, your missing mailman. Feel free to watch Jack. Ohhhh Fuuuckkk yesssss!" she moaned as her body sank down over the poor man's stiff penis until she was stuffed full.

My mind was barely my own, but in my haze of desperation and horniness, I could remember how grateful Vivian was that first time we had sex. She was right, I'd been desperate and anyone would have done that night. She was all over me like chicken pox after that. It's funny how something so insignificant in your life can have such a rippling affect.

My eyes went wide as Vivian fucked the poor mailman like a she-beast. She screamed and licked his face, she brought her hands up and seemed to choke him, and all the while her rhythm was like something from a world-record fuckathon. Skin slapped as Vivian's ass rippled with every bump. She sat down as hard as he thrust upwards, and I'd never seen anything like it. Then she came.

I remembered that scream. Like a horrific banshee it screeched through the air, curdling my blood and keeping my eyes glued to the trainwreck. She pulled on fistfuls of Peter's hair as she wailed right in his face, forehead to forehead. Poor son of a bitch. I remembered the real reason I avoided that crazy cunt. She was actually insane.

Once her event was over she softly clawed at Peter's cheeks with sharp nails and chuckled like a witch. It started low, and then grew until it chilled my veins so cold I was sure I'd never fuck anything again.

"Ahh hahahahaha," she chortled, turning to face me with Peter's poor cock still buried in her evil twat, "see that Jack? Now that was desperate. Oh my FUCK, that was good."

She tipped them back, sliding herself on and off his slick dick until she finally schlupped the two of them apart. She put the device back in place and Peter groaned in pleasure. I was relieved for him, as being inside that machine had to be better than where he'd just been.

She sauntered over to me like a lioness who'd just finished off a nice, juicy, raping of a man. I wanted to hate her and stare curses in her direction, but my body just wanted me to be next. The constant sluice machine sucking my cock and the feverish lust in my veins was too much to take.

"So, I'm sorry to say Jack," she said as she came to my side again, looking me in the eye as if she really was sorry about something, "You're never going to get that sweet release I'm able to grant these men many times a day."

With that she slid the machine from my sloppy cock again and stepped to the wall, throwing what sounded to be a switch. As if on cue, low moans filled the air, some close, some far. Each unique tone rose together as one, building into a full chorus singing a universal song... orgasm.

My brows must have formed into a pleading shape, as Vivian smiled wide. Her eyes were full of satisfaction.

"Oh my god," she dripped, next to me again, "can you hear that Jack? They're cumming. Listen to them. Cocks are cumming all over my playroom, and it sounds like... no... it is. It's the best god damn feeling they've ever had."

She ran a finger up and down my chest.

"Their hard cocks are squirting in release Jack... they're finally getting off," she tormented me, "can you hear it? Spurting loads are shooting out right now, one after the other, giving them so much relief. Wouldn't that be nice? To cum? Do you remember what it feels like to cum Jack?"

When the moaning subsided, she once again settled the moist machine down the length of my shaft, curling my toes and raising my libido again.

"Well you'll just have to hang that fond memory on a hook like I did for so long." She stepped away and came around in front of me. "How long do you think you can go without a good cum, Jack my man? Days? Weeks? The rest of your pathetic life?" The pure evil in her eyes let me know this was exactly what she planned to do with me.

I wished I could speak. I wished I could scream. I wished I could punch that fucking manipulative bitch in the face and bend her over that railing to really give her a rugged fuck in her creamy wet hole while grabbing her tits and bouncing my... shit, I was fucked.

"I see that look on your face Jack, and while I never really intended this whole thing to be about you, the fact you brought this back on yourself is the tastiest bit of irony I never knew I needed. Now I don't think I'll ever let it go. Well, time to fuck. Have fun Jack."

She ended it just like that and turned to walk the row of captured men to find another poor soul to torment. Lucky bastard...

***

I wasn't sure how many days had passed. My new prison seemed to be underground enough to keep any kind of day/night indications hidden. Apparently I was the only prisoner whose hands were locked in front of them on the other side of prison bars, most likely to keep me from taking care of any self-manipulative business. I could eat, I could use the bathroom, but all I wanted to do was fuck something. I tried fucking the floor, the open air, even a piece of fuzz wafting by; but nothing. I was spiraling into a drug-induced madness.

Each day women in masks wielding taser rods led us one by one through underground corridors to our torture racks. We weren't allowed to talk and were constantly under watch, either by Vivian herself or the guards. The guards must have been solid lesbians, or well trained because a cellar full of naked men did nothing for them. In fact, they seemed to enjoy witnessing our torment.

I was always first to be secured and dosed and last to be released, having to watch spent and satisfied cocks dangle past while my erection raged eternally.

I was able to locate Barry Lane without even asking, he was hard to miss. Not only was he the most built of us all, but his cock was ridden the most by Vivian in her sexual rages. Everyone but me was given three automated orgasms throughout a session, our blessed Mayor thoroughly fucking a couple of us before they activated. Lately though she'd been running to Barry first thing, and making sure to end each day-long session with his big cock in her.

One day, after everyone else had been lead back for the day, Vivian walked past me and then stopped; something she rarely did. I had become numb to everything, weary with the prolonged denial and I must have looked broken. She approached me and we locked eyes. Her freshly fucked look was one of utter contentment... and something else.

"How are we holding up, Jack?" she said with faux pity, looking down at my permerection. "It must be... hard, holding on to all that need for so long. I have to admit, it's comforting knowing I'm not the only one having to go through something so... aggravating. I almost feel better about us now, like we've endured something together."

She absently batted at my appendage as the gag in my mouth stifled a groan. It was the most action I'd felt in weeks besides the constant slurping sensation at my crotch.

"Maybe I should take this off for a while," she added, "let him breathe. Would you like that Jack?"

I nodded, but she didn't notice as her eyes were looking down. Slowly she unclipped the device and it dropped to the floor. She held my furious swollen dick in a divine grip like I'd never felt before. Man was I messed up, just a simple human touch and I was drowning in desire. She looked up at me.

"I really do miss this cock of yours Jack," she said, her tantalizing fingers squeezing and releasing my throbbing thickness. "It's the source of my very first orgasm after all, and always will be. There's got to be some respect there, right?"

I was almost ready to pass out from the pure conduit of lust coursing through my veins. Each caress, each finger movement juiced me up like I'd never known was possible.

"Oh god Jack, you feel it don't you," she said excitedly, stepping close and capturing my rod between her thighs, "that ultimate high. It can only come from total denial you know. It's the only way."

She pressed her body right to mine, her nose touching my chin and her nipples stabbing playfully into my chest. She reached back and unclipped her corset, the only outfit she ever seemed to wear lately. Her completely bare body settled into mine as she reached down for my shaft again.

"You really fucked with my head, Hammer," she breathed, looking up at me, "for years my dreams were filled with this cock. If I'm being honest, they still are." She pressed my stiff rod against her damp lips and rubbed us together, sending another wave of frantic lust through me. My body began to hump, like someone had dropped a quarter into a grocery store rocket ride.

I tried to talk but ended up biting my gag, sending a fresh dose of compellent into my body. All at once I felt my muscles tense and a primal energy took me for a ride. My muscles flexed and I felt my cock tighten further between her legs.

"Oh yeah Jack," Vivian breathed, "that's it. Feel that juice throbbing through your cock. Would you fuck me now?"

I nodded a menacing affirmative. She seemed to enjoy that.

"You know, all these men are mine for the taking. Even Barry Lane himself is all mine to fuck as I please. But for some reason I still want you Jack. I want to feel your extra-long dick punching so far into me I can taste it. Forcing it's way down to my deepest..."

She cut herself off. Even through my haze of need I could sense her struggle. I was something she couldn't have, shouldn't have; the forbidden fruit of her own making she'd pass over day after day. She wanted it bad.

I was surprised when she eased down my stomach, my cock slipping up her chest, her neck and the side of her face. Her evil eyes glared at me with hatred and hunger.

"I should have been teasing you like this the whole time, just to speed your insanity; but it's been too tempting," she admitted. "I want this fucking cock again Jack." She turned to look at it. My stiff prick stretched from her chin to the top of her head. "Look at this thing! It's the most incredible piece of fuck meat ever conceived, and it's attached to you. What a waste."

She spit at it in disgust, and then brought her mouth up to the head.

"I bet you'd love it if I put you in my mouth, wouldn't you Jack?" she brutally teased me, "Do you want some head? A little cock sucking? Do you want me to slide my lips down the skin of your fat dick until I can't fit any more cock down my throat?"

With that she opened her mouth and my world collapsed. A simple blow had never felt anything like it, immense in its simplicity. Rushing chemicals swirled beneath my skin and a euphoric sensation soared me to another dimension.

Her swollen lips nursed my cock as I softly fucked in and out of her mouth. She moaned and seemed to be getting as much pleasure from the act as I was, although physically that had to be impossible. She held my balls and licked up the side of my cock again with a crazed look in her eye. Then she seemed to snap out of it.

"Damn it," she said, standing. She wiped her mouth and came back to face me, pressing my long shiny shaft between us. I kept thrusting it, secretly hoping to cum before she took that creamy flesh away. "Mmmm, you really want to cum, don't you Jack. Uh-uh-uh," she shook her head. "We can't be having too much fun now. Once you unload, the ultimate pleasure factor resets to zero. You'd have to start all over, and it's taken us too long to get you to this point."

She grabbed my frantic cock with an unmoving rock-iron grip until my eyes watered and my hips settled down.

"Good boy," she said, easing up on my shaft. She began running her fingertips up and down the length, watching me the entire time. "a cock this good has to last."

She reached around to press the button which reclined the rack, and we tipped back to a laying position. She got on all fours above me.
"Look at all this female flesh Jack," she said, wiggling her bare tits in front of me, "all ready to fuck. All I need to do is lean back and let you push it in my pussy. Remember my pussy, how tight it was that first time? You stretched me to a whole new size back then. You forced my little cunt to fit around your big cock, didn't you Jack? You loved how tight it felt, and how wet I was. Remember? My tight little cunt to fuck? Yeah, you remember. Look at you. You want to fuck it again, even harder this time. Maybe I need to be taught a good lesson, hmmm?"

She lay her bare body right on my chest and straightened her legs, capturing my upright rod between them. Then she used her arms to pull herself up and back. I was ready to fuck the living shit out of that woman, and she knew it.

"Oh god Jack, I can see it in your eyes. You would be so rough with me, wouldn't you?" she growled in my face, "You'd pull my hair and bite me while you fucked my wretched cunt, wouldn't you? You'd ram my pussy so full of cock I'd have to scream your name at the top of my lungs!"

She pushed back and pressed her pussy hard against my shaft, getting almost as worked up as I was. The touch was amazing and only started her on another round of ruthless cock teasing. It was more than I could take. Pure torture.

Just then a door at the top of the cellar stairs flew open, and down tumbled the body of a woman to the bottom. She shook her head. It was Sally Dithers, looking around like she'd just stumbled across something she probably shouldn't have. Then she saw us.

"What the... fuck?" she said, gazing at all the empty stations and seeing me tied to a rack with Mayor Ravanus naked on top.

Vivian sighed heavily, rising to her hands and knees and climbing down from the rack. She stepped toward Sally who slowly backed away.

"Well well well," Vivian said, "look what the cat shit out."

"Vivian?" Sally was still piecing it together, "wait... what?"

Paying her no mind Vivian reached for a long staff on the wall and fired it up, electric voltage coursing across the leads sticking out the far end.

"You've chosen to learn from the worst I see," she growled in the nude, advancing on Sally with the charged weapon, "and now you'll learn the hard way why it pays to keep your nose out of other people's business."

Vivian probably looked ridiculous wearing nothing but a pair of tall boots, but I still wanted to ravage that bare body. She lunged forward with the weapon. Sally stepped out of the way but fell to the ground, crawling backwards only to hit a wall where she could retreat no further.

Vivian attacked, driving the taser rod into Sally's shoulder and drawing a scream of pain I never knew would infuriate me the way it did. I shook against my binds to no avail as Vivian zapped her again in the chest.

NOT THE CHEST!

My mind instantly recalled the soft and wholesome bare tits of my favorite accountant, office mate and partner. I wanted to touch them again. I wanted to feel her body, her hands, her mouth, her blissful embrace. My whole being wanted so badly to fuck my sweet Sally again.

Knowing how powerful the chemicals coursing through me were, I realized there was still something I could do. Biting down, I once again flooded my stream with compellent and felt my muscles contract on their own. My cock almost split itself in two I was so horny, but I bit down again.

I screamed into my gag as a wave of raw energy surged through me. This was new, and I looked down to see my whole body was red and flush. My veins were bulging, and my dick was a deep shade of grape. It was unnatural. Without thinking I pulled my knees toward my chest and vice versa, straining against my binds.

Just then a crack sounded and Vivian spun around in shock. My rack had split down the middle, and I was on the floor kicking away my loosened ties. Training her weapon on me the Mayor charged, screaming in anger about how I'd broken free.

The taser hit me right in the nipple, and it felt... amazing. She pulled the rod back and I looked her in the eye, smiling, daring her to move it to the other and shock me again as I nodded my head.

"NO," she yelled, "what's happened to you? For fuck's sake!" she lowered the staff and backed away, just as an iron pipe clocked her in the back of the head, sounding just like an iron-pipe back-of-the-head clocker. Her body sank to the stone floor where she lay in a lifeless heap at Sally's feet.

I was still panting, way over-juiced and ready for anything. Seeing a naked woman on the ground I scrambled in that direction, finally giving myself permission to fuck the hell out of something.

"Jack, stop!" screamed Sally, squatting between Vivian and me. "Don't do it." She held a hand up and I froze, heaving breaths one after another. She reached to my face and removed the gag from my mouth.

I tried to speak, "I... I just... I have to... AHHHHH!" I screamed in her face.

Sally gave me her warning look, and my brain instinctively knew better than to cross her. She helped me out of my remaining shackles and onto my feet. She looked at my cock hanging out farther in front of me than ever, pulsing in place. Writhing.

"Holy fucking hell," she said, gaping. "What the has this bitch been doing to you?" Slowly, gently she took a tentative grip on my throbbing rod and just held me, placing another hand on my flushed chest where the cool of her skin calmed me.

We stood there looking at each other in the damp cellar, both breathing hard. Finally, Sally came to grips with the situation.

"Okay Jack, I know this has been rough, but you're free now. I'm here. We're getting you out of this place."

My eyes darted back and forth between hers.

"Calm down and let's take this a step at a time, okay?" Looking around she could see the remnants of the apparatus and smell the musky odor of unwashed men. Just then another wave of compellent surged through me.

"Fucking hell," I grimmaced, backing to a wall for support. Sally followed and watched me, and then looked down at her hand around my cock.

"Has she been keeping you like this?" she postulated like the genius she is, gently squeezing me while she thought it through. I nodded slowly, with a pained look on my face. "Oh Jack, what has she done to you?"

Without warning my hips thrust and began moving my cock back and forth in her hand. A faint smile crossed her face.

"You must really need it bad, don't you?"

"For the love of god, YES!" I said, finally forming words again after so long.

"Okay, relax," she soothed, "I've got you. Now don't go getting all forceful with me, let's just get one out of you, okay?" She slowly and methodically both eased my libido and heightened it with her gentle caress. Like the hand of an angel she coaxed me and my throbbing cock back to normal.

I was still horny as hell, but Sally gave the best handjobs in existence. I watched her stroke me, gradually increasing the tempo as she did.

"Did she fuck you?" Sally asked, looking back at the most evil bitch we'd ever encountered unconscious on the floor.

"Thank god no," I said, a shiver running through me.

"That's it, just a little more," she said, adding, "you may need physical therapy to fully get over this Jack, just so you know." Her tempo increased.

"Is that right?" I said, feeling a liquid pleasure pooling around my toes in the best possible way.

"Absolutely. Someone in your shoes may need hourly... attention," she continued as her fist ran my length up and down, "and it just so happens I run my own business, and can clear my whole calendar if I need to."

"You'd do that... mmmm, for me?" I managed, my knees quaking from the building rush.

"I'll do anything for you Jack," she said bringing her body close to mine, and I realized I felt the same way about her. She pressed her lips to mine for a magical moment, and I groaned into our kiss while the impending jizz parade rounded the final corner. She pulled away to look into my eyes. "Also, we should get you home so you can fuck the living hell out of me, what do you say?"

I answered her with a deep groan as my cheeks tightened to launch a white wall of semen through the air between us. Knowing it was painting Vivian's evil prison made it all the more satisfying. My lips drew into a gratifying and blissful grin as my insides finally unloaded out the end of my pulsing cock and all over the front my accountant's thin dress.

It wasn't long before the full weight of the Tittsburg PD swarmed the premises, taking Vivian and her guards into custody and freeing all the prisoners. Sally and I stayed out of the way and she kept me company until we were questioned and finally released from the scene.

Turns out Vivian really had tainted the water supply, and no one could say from where. The guards and even Stella had been drugged into submission to carry out the Mayor's evil plans, and now it was all over. Luckily Sally had been with me on the case, as when Stella told the girls I'd passed out and she needed help moving me to the spare room, she called the next morning to check on me. Something wasn't right, and when no one answered she scoured the town. She even went to the Mayor in a last ditch effort for help, and when the Mayor wasn't at City Hall, Sally had gone to her home. Suspicious sounds coming from below ground caused her curious, untrusting, prodding, nosy nature to come through once again.

We made it back to my apartment, where Sally cooked me a nice warm meal and ran a hot bath for me to soak in. My normally humble abode felt like the Taj Mahal as even the simplest things I had taken for granted were making my whole night. Things like my amazing accountant, and her beautiful nudity sinking down my constant erection for a gentle, soothing, grinding, thrusting, cock-pumping, cunt-jabbing, hair-pulling, lung-screaming, back biting, floor-of-the-kitchen neander-fuck which lasted for days.

***

Eventually we learned it would take the city years to flush the compellent toxins out of the water supply, unless they could find the hidden dosing location. Maybe they were unable to find it, or maybe they were barely motivated to look. Either way, it was looking like Tittsburg would be a hot spot of sexual recreation for years to come.

For the next few weeks my office was full, mostly people stopping by to offer thanks or looking to hire me for some petty task; compared to this last job anyway. I wasn't ready to get back to work, but I enjoyed being out. The extra money I received from the Lanes had set me up for quite a while, and I was planning to keep my lovely accountant busy watching over my sudden windfall; along with some of my other treasured assets.

Sally was in my office helping me set up a new computer and work off a little steam when the door opened, and in walked Barry Lane himself followed closely by the one and only Candy Lane. Barry had dropped out of the movie business for a while to help his lovely wife build her business. Candy began branching out into provocative new escapades in her videos, such as dusting the ceiling fan and watering plants. She'd have a million-dollar business in no time.

As the door closed behind them, I sensed Sally becoming fidgety as always in the presence of Barry Lane.

"Ow. Dithers!" I pried her hand from my stiff wand and stood to greet our guests in my new, designer detective's robe. "Well if it isn't the infamous Lanes, here in the flesh." They most definitely were, as two of the most sculpted, practically naked bodies in Tittsburg stood before us; Barry in a small vest and jean-shorts, Candy in her typical napkin. A strange wheezing sound appeared to my left, which turned to a croak as I elbowed Miss Dithers in the ribs.

"Hello Jack," Barry boomed, reaching across my desk to shake my hand for the thousandth time, "good to see you again."

"Hi Jack," cooed Candy with a friendly wave from just behind her husband, a hand on his shoulder. "We simply had to come see you today. It's our wedding anniversary after all, and we wouldn't celebrating it together if it hadn't been for your heroics... and Sally's of course!"

"Yeah," said Barry with a gleam and a wink to Miss Dithers, "we owe everything to the two of you."

"Well Happy Anniversary," I said with a wide smile, "you too are the epitome of a healthy marriage." I looked around my desk for something with which to propose a toast, or a gift of some kind.

"Oh my god, yes!" blurted Sally, stumbling around my desk to hug our new friends one at a time, "Happy Anniversary!" Her embrace with Barry included a firm squeezing of his ass. "I hope you have something special in mind for today. Are you going somewhere exciting?"

"We're not going anywhere far," Candy admitted, smiling at Sally's hand which had never actually retreated from the chiseled action hero's posterior. "But it should definitely be exciting."

"That's great," I said, coming up empty on anything to offer them. I made my way around my desk to dislodge Sally's grip from Barry's cheek with a firm, "oh for fuck's sake Sally, let the man go."

"Actually Jack," Candy said, moving to my side and placing her hand firmly on my own ass, "what we have in mind is more along the lines of an intimate night, spent with the two most special people in our lives. Remember what I said about the kind of bonus you might receive if you ever found me my Barry?"

Her insinuating look made me nervous with her bulgy husband standing so close. I looked to Barry, and realized he and Sally were gazing intently at each other. I turned back to Candy as she leaned in, parting her lips around mine with a mind-bending devourishmilk, causing my brain to conflusen.

As my knees buckled and my cock swelled, an uneasy tension appeared. I dared a glance to Candy's intimidating husband and rolled my eyes when I saw Sally on her knees drawing his shorts down. Turning back to Candy, I nestled into her chest of plenty for another kiss.

Sally's telltale blow-moans mmmm'd through the room as she treated Barry in her desperate and hungry way. I was glad she was getting to fulfill one of her not-so-secret fantasies, and I decided to do the same. I backed Candy toward one of my office chairs and slipped her out of her dress. She wiggled her nude rear into the chair perfectly, and one by one I hoisted her legs to either arm like was burned in my memory from when we first began her case.

Dropping to my knees I realized there was a gift I could give, and Sally was offering one similar behind me with sloppy slurps and mouthful moans. Diving in, I gave the lovely Miss Candy Lane as complete a muff munching as I'd ever given anyone. And when I was done, it was only because she was definitely done.

***

After the oral gift exchange, the Lane's invited us back to their place for dinner and we graciously accepted. After dinner Barry took Sally to bed, and from the sounds of it he did her just as thoroughly as Candy had insinuated he could. Candy and I couldn't keep our privates apart for long either, and soon I was giving her the old in and out across the floor of their house.

"Oh Jack," she wailed, "that's it. You deserve... mmmm, all of me. Take me Jack." I took her, and almost pulled a muscle giving that bombshell my all. "Tell me what else I can do for you Jack, anything!" she yelped.

What she was giving me was incredible, but for some reason a vision popped in my head as I jabbed her between the legs.

"I do have one vision of you which has been toying with me Miss Lane," I revealed, slowing my rhythm and then stopping fully seated.

She looked at me in curiosity, and I leaned in to whisper in her ear. She smiled wide.

Minutes later I was watching Sally clean up from our dinner, back in her thin dress again. The way she leaned to stack dishes, bent to gather a fallen fork, even stretch her back from hauling those giant tits around was miraculous. I could see why people paid to watch it, and I was getting a personal show.

As she started washing dishes in a sink full of soapy water, I could keep my hands to myself no longer. I walked up behind her and ran them up her dress and caught her swaying pendulums in my grip.

"Do you like my show Jack?" she said, still sliding a sponge around a plate but backing her ass against my swollen mast.

"You clean a mean kitchen Miss Lane," I said, fondling her bare pillows and pushing her dress up, "and I can't just sit back and observe any longer."

"I was hoping you'd say... that," she mewled as I slid inch by inch into her welcoming cove. "Oh Jack, you really did like it... didn't you?"

Instead of answering I hammered that luscious booty with everything I had. Her body shook as she tried to keep scrubbing, playing out the role as I'd requested. Soon though all she could do was sink her bare buoys into the sudsy waves and enjoy the ride. Water splashed and skin slapped as we built up momentum.

Then the wondrous Candy Lane was cumming, grabbing for anything around her as her body quivered.

"Oh Jack, don't stop. Fuck me Jack, fuck my pussy. That's it, right there. Oh shit... OHHH shit," she boiled over. I was doing everything I could to make it last, but my time was drawing near.

"Almost there," I said, jab jab jabbing her with vigor, "almost... there..."

Then it caught up to us both, my raging cock squirting into Candy as she screamed my name, "OOOHHHH JAAACCCKKK!"

"Ohhhh Candy!" I replied, residual thrusts ensuring my wads of fresh ejaculate stayed as far up this dame's slippery snatch as I could get them. Curiously she began to shake her head as her breathing came back to normal.

"What?" I asked as she looked over her shoulder at me with a satisfied smile.

"I told you to call me Miss Lane."

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