Distracting the Detective
I was just tying the gag tight around the loud mouth of the man on the floor when the doorbell rang.
I peeked out to see a very bored detective on my porch. “Fuck!” I thought. Someone called the fucking COPS?
I wasn’t ready for this. I still had to convince Austin that he deserved the punishment I was about to give him and that he’d really really enjoy it once he got over being pissed at me.
It wasn’t even my fault. He had been the one cheating and he had been the one stupid enough to get caught, by all Three of us. We’d all agreed that he needed to be taught a lesson.
It wasn’t even as bad as it seemed. We just wanted him to feel freaked out for just a minute. Maybe two. As it was, he was really fucking freaked out. Apparently we’d been a little too good at our subterfuge. He didn’t realize that all three of us women had been planning this for a while.
He also didn’t realize that all three of us had decided that we really liked each other. A lot.
We were fine sharing him, as long as we could all enjoy each other, too. Hell, if he didn’t agree, we’d probably just enjoy each other without him.
At any rate, nothing mattered, because nothing had went as planned. We’d thought it was a fun joke, but then everything went wrong. Now I had a tied up, blindfolded, gagged, sexy as hell mostly naked man in my living room trying to scream the walls down. He was in a fit of rage so intense I was honestly too afraid to let him know it was me.
The other two girls were late getting back and I was NOT up for talking to the detective at the door without acting terribly suspicious. If those other girls didn’t get here soon, no one was ever going to believe that this whole thing was just a prank.
Especially not the guy tied up on my floor. I did the only thing I could think of to calm him down. I rolled him on his back, let his cock free and swallowed him whole. I didn’t take the time to warm up to it at all and I was just glad that even in his state of panic, he was already hard just from being near a woman. I suppose it was a good thing that my talent for blow jobs finally came in really handy.
It didn’t take long for him to quiet down, so I whispered in his ear, “Be quiet and there is a lot more where that came from.” Then I ran to open the door.
I wasn’t expecting the detective to push the door open with his foot. When he saw Austin on the living room floor, he reached for his gun.
“Wait! It’s not what it looks like!” I reached out and pulled the detective inside. Now I had TWO men to distract and I wasn’t sure I could do it on my own. I let the robe drop off of my shoulders, revealing the skimpiest set of underwear that probably ever existed. After all, our plan had been to seduce and tease from the very beginning. I looked fucking amazing tonight, If I may say so.
The detective looked like he was about to swallow his own tongue. I thought there might be a bit of drool ready to escape his mouth. I touched the button on his shirt, “I promise, it’s much more fun than it looks.
Maybe,” I let my fingers trail down the path of the buttons to his belt buckle, tugging lightly on it, “Maybe you could help me entertain my man over there? He likes to watch me with other men.” His mouth dropped open, lust in his eyes. “And then maybe my girlfriends will show up for the rest of the party?”
The detective turned around and shut the door behind him, his hand going straight to his pants to undo them. “Well, ma’am. I think it would be horribly unprofessional for me not to investigate this a little more thoroughly, since you asked so nicely. I am a public servant, after all.”
I smiled. It was amazing what a set of tits could do to diffuse a bad situation. I hoped my girlfriends showed up soon, otherwise they were going to miss all the fun.
- Day One: Banana's Are a Great Source of Potassium
- Day Two: The Painting
- Day Three: Exploration: Erotica
- Day Four: Holding Hands
- Day Five: Swing: Part 1, My Adventures in a Sex Club erotica
- Day Six: The Cage:Part 2, My Adventures in a Sex Club erotica
- Day Seven: NSFW Five is my Favorite Number: The Finish, My Adventures in a Sex Club erotica
- Day Eight: Home Alone erotica
- Day Nine: The Monkey's Wedding
- Day Ten: Taboo Fantasy
- Day Eleven: Appetite for Bondage erotica
- Day Twelve: Business Trip erotica
- Day Thirteen: Naughty Neighbors erotica
- Day Fourteen: The Mice Will Play
What a pickle of a situation you have found yourself which within.
Juggling two suspicious guys, and no back up in site. Keep going, this ought to be as funny as it is sexy. Funny and sexy are hard to pull off, so I'm expecting great things from you my dear.
Joe
@joe.nobel
science fiction, fantasy, erotica
Oh dear! Expectations???
I've already been challenged for my story tomorrow by some other readers, but I will definitely bring this one back now that you've pointed this out. It DOES sound awfully fun and not just a little hard. As it turns out, funny things and hard things are my favorite! 😍
Actually, the only implied expectation from me is for you to write well. Which you do anyway.
Why, thank you kind sir! That means a lot coming from you. I am really intrigued with the thought of writing erotica with some humor, though!
This was great! It reminded me of the movie switched when they tied up the man and he ended up drowning in the hot tub!!! But yours has more of a plot twist. What a gullible detective.
Right on, Detective. If you can't do your job, accept the best opportunities that come your way.
Right? To be honest, this was feeling like one of those cheesy 70's porn movies with the pizza delivery guy or something, but I definitely like @joel.nobel and his idea for playing on the humor aspect as well. I look forward to continuing the story at some point.
What is it with my brain and "70's porn" anyway? I'm not sure I've ever even seen 70's porn, but that's the reference that always pops into my head. That and the episode of Friends where Joey was on a porn movie. My brain is strange.
I saw that one. Same pizza guy kept coming back in different disguises when he realized the girls are willing to pay with sex. Not kidding.
70's porn was different. There was actual plot. It was filmed on film, not video. There was acting albeit bad acting. It was slower, a half hour before the first sex scene. But the biggest plus of all, there was no spitting.