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Dick Flesh Private detective

The dark clouds were forming over the hills ahead, giving signs of a wet and stormy night. Driving home from the office in my new 1954 Chevy truck my thoughts wondered back into the events of the day. Some days are uneventful, missing lovers, victims being crossed and double-crossed, and the occasional creative rewrite of a questionable document. Today was different, when she walked in I just knew ……………….

“ Mr. Flesh, a woman to see you.” my tall lanky secretary said. Add her to the list; there are a lot of women who’d like to see me. But this one said it’s urgent, really, really impotent! “Important” I corrected. Whateva she said, smacking her gum, turned and walked out.

In walked a cute petite woman. It was obvious she was from money. I could see that in the pricey black pumps she was wearing. I know, I study women’s shoes, as a hobby. As a matter of form I asked her to sit. I watched her as she lowered herself seductively into my leather office chair. The hem of her bright red skirt rising onto her knee …. As if embarrassed, she pulled the skirt close to cover her shapely legs. But, not before my trained eyes got a glimpse of a thigh as it met the leather. “ Annette “ she said … hum , er ,what ? I stammered pulling my eyes off her chest. “ Annette “ is my name.

Gaining my composure I extended my hand to hers and said “ Meet Mr. Flesh” ( OH Crap!!!!, I didn’t really say that… did I , my inner voice screamed ) “It’s nice to meet you” she replied without a hint at my Freudian slip. I released her hand and walked to the business side of my desk and sat, never moving my gaze from her. As she leaned forward to place her purse on the carpet the loose nit top fell open to reveal the creamy white tops of her breasts. The lace top of her white bra cupped them beautifully as if they were making love them. (Fucking lucky bra I thought, If my hands were on those I’d have chunky peanut butter all over..) “esh, Mr. Flesh ?, Mr. Flesh! Annette had caught my stare, “ checking you out for weapons “I said, you look OK ( my inner voice laughing “ If you don’t call those weapons ….. )

How can I help you Annette ? I’m looking for something she replied, something very special. I’ve been told you’re the man to see. She lifted herself from the seat and moved across the room away from me as she talked. The black line of her hose moved seductively as she walked. Her legs, her ass, I willed my eyes to see a panty line there was none, none! Continuing on as she explained it had been missing for quite some time, at first she didn’t notice, but as time progressed she found her need for it. She placed her head in her hands and began to cry, repeating, “ I need to find it”. Being the strong sensitive man that I am, I went to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders from behind and said I’d help. She shifted her pose, placeing her firm ass against my zipper. Not wanting to (soil) spoil the moment, I remained stiff. She slowly spun around and I looked into her eyes.

With one stroke, she placed her right hand on the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. Feeling the fullness of her lips against mine and the taste of her sweet salty tongue sent me reeling. I returned as much as she gave. In a heartbeat our bodies were grinding against each and my hands were under each cheek of her ass. As if on que I lifted and she wrapped her legs around me. Like a cloud I moved us toward my chair.

I was right, no panty line, no panties. I was desperately groping her wet flesh when she went to her knees and proceeded to de-pant me. She pushed me onto the chair; her breathing was heavy and fast. I was ready, swollen with heat and animal desire. She strattled my thighs and lifting her skirt to reveal all, she lowered herself onto me. She winced, and lifted only to plow harder down again and again and again. Throwing her head back she moaned to the heavens “ there you are, yes, there you are” I had no idea who she was talking too and didn’t give a shit, I was trying to naw through her nit top. Suddenly my eyes rolled into the back of my head and blew my energy into her; I was surprised she stayed connected. “ You’re back, thank God you’re back, yeeessssssss “ She came and came until nothing was left and she lay, completely spent, resting on my chest.

After some quiet minutes cleaning up, and a shared shot of Corralejo, I asked her what exactly she was looking for. “ Don’t worry about,” she said as she moved toward the door, I won’t need your services after all. As I opened the door for her to leave she placed a hand on my crotch and whispered ‘ thanks to you and shall I say Mr. Flesh I found it” I trust your time today has been adequately covered “ she kissed my cheek and walked out. I was left holding the door ……………….

Hi honey, are you home? How was your day? The greeting from my lovely bride. She came from our kitchen as I entered our house and met me with a passionate kiss. She stepped back and gawking looked at my swollen pants. Oh, she winked, and who were we today? “ Dick Flesh” I replied. Really!? She said, grinning, “ let me go change my shoes, dinner will be late tonight.