This story was extrapolated from a scene in the classic 1940's film "The Big Sleep", with Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, and Dorothy Malone. Phillip Marlowe (Bogart) has just entered a bookstore, intent on getting some information and using the location to stake out a store across the street. He begins flirting with the store attendant (Dorothy Malone). Because big screen movies of that era couldn't have sex scenes, obviously nothing happened, but if it had, and it were filmed, perhaps it might have gone down (pardon the pun!) like this...
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It has just started to rain heavily, and Marlowe is standing in the window staring out across the street. He turns to the attendant, a tall brunette, hair swept back, conservatively dressed, bookish looking woman and says, "It just so happens that I've got a bottle of pretty good rye in my pocket."
She walks to the door, draws the shade down, and replies Well. It looks like we're closed for the rest of the afternoon," She smiles as she walks to her desk and pulls out two cups.
Marlowe fills each cup, raising his. "Here's looking at you!" and drinks. She follows suit and walks up to him, her free hand caressing his trousers. The bulge in his pants responds immediately to her touch, and he puts down his glass. His hands go to her face, where he plants a wet kiss, his tongue worming into her mouth. She responds, kissing him back, their tongues fencing in each others mouths. Her hand grips his manhood, rubbing it through the fabric of his pants, feeling him stiffen.
Breaking the kiss, she looks down at his pants as she unfastens his belt, unbuttons his pants and drops them, pooling around his feet. Grabbing his boxers, she yanks them down, freeing his cock, now sticking up in the air, pointing at her face. She drops to her knees jacking his staff as she rubs his balls against her cheek. Her tongue slips from between her lips and she licks up the underside of his cock. Reaching the swollen crown, she stops, noticing a drop of thick clear liquid seeping from his slit. "What have we here?" she asks, looking up into Marlowe's eyes.
"A treat for you sweetheart!" he answers, his hands caressing the back of her head, holding it in place.
Her tongue swipes up the length of his slit, capturing most of his pre-cum. "Mmmm! I hope the rest is as tasty as that!" she purrs before sliding her lips over the dusky pink head. Her tongue now teasing the underside of his manhood as she slips more and more of him into her mouth until the crown bumps the back of her throat.
He holds her head in place and pushes more of himself into her oral cavity. She starts to gag as he slowly face fucks her, her eyes watering, and drools of spit hang off her chin. He lets go and she catches her breath before swallowing it again, her lips ovalling tightly around his shaft as she bobs up and down, her hands cupping his balls.
"It seems like you've done this before." Marlowe says, looking down at her as she lets all but his head out of her mouth before plunging the spit soaked member back into the depths of her throat.
Finally letting go, again to catch her breath, she answers, "A couple of times, but not with this much to work with." She grabs his shaft with her right hand and slides her hand up and down as she kisses his balls, her tongue gliding across the crinkled skin before sucking the orb into her mouth and pulling gently as she licks all around it. Letting go with a plop, she honors the other with the same treatment, all the while stroking his length.
Marlowe's hips help her with her task as he rolls on the balls of his feet. "You weren't planning on wasting that on your face were you, sweetheart?"
"No chance! Now I know what they mean by the phrase 'private dick'" she teases back just before popping the head back in her mouth. Her hand is pumping faster as her lips suck hard on his swollen head. She can see that he is close, his concentration on the store across the street is wavering.
