Baer Street Irregular

THE CASE OF THE MURDERED LORD

It was as I recall a dim day in late November although he air was clear outside our lodgings in 221b Baker Street.. Holmes was engaged in a scientific experiment to see how long he could bugger Mrs. Hudson before she cried for mercy and I was quietly buggering Mr. Hudson when I glanced out of the window.

'Good heavens Holmes!' I cried. 'who is this extraordinary creature coming down the street?' My friend who was also near the window as his long cock plunged in and out of our landlady's pert young bottom followed my gaze.

'Apart from the fact that she is a whore who has lately practiced her trade at the Aldershot barracks and has recently been fucked and is now at Irene Adler's establishment in Rathbone Street I can form no deductions.'

'Wonderful Holmes!' I ejaculated doing so into the tight warm hole of Mr. Hudson. 'How do you do it?'

'You know my methods, Apply them'

The young lady who was wearing nothing but a short fur coat and 7'' fuck me heels was drawing nearer but I remained baffled. 'Come Holmes this is too much what is the basis for your conclusions?'

Just then the bell rang and I whipped Mr. Hudson down the stairs to answer it. The young lady stood at the door and if she was surprised at seeing two naked men one with a limp cock and the other fully erect for Mr. Hudson got an enormous sexual thrill when Holmes or I fucked him she gave no sign of it..

'Oh a cock!' she cried. 'I love cock so much!' And in an instant she was on her kness wrapping her soft lips around the huge protruding member. But a sharp call came from upstairs.

'Watson! Bring our client up!' Dismissing Mr. Hudson with another sharp thrash on his beautiful young bottom I followed the young lady up the stairs fondling the bottom so entrancingly revealed beneath the very short fur coat as she purred with pleasure.

'When we had the young lady in a chair with her coat off and her lovely young body displayed my friend gave a short laugh. 'See Watson she has FUCK ME HERE tattooed on her lower belly with an arrow pointing to her pussy and the regimental crest of the Black Watch which is now in barracks at Aldershot. She has recently dried spunk on her upper thigh where it has obviously just dribbled out of her cunt. Her fur coat bears the trademark of Locke and Co. whose only whorehouse client is Irene Adler.I have been guilty of a short monograph on the 14000 whorehouses in London and know whereof I speak.'

'Marvellous Holmes!'

'Elementary my dear Watson. Now Mrs. Hudson I will continue my exploration of the limits that your back passage can endure at some future date so please leave us.' Our landlady scurried out tits bobbing and hips twisting.

'Now Miss eeerr?' enquired my naked friend his cock still fully erect as my own began to stiffen again.

'Miss Va Va Zazoom.' simpered our client gently wriggling her hips.

'Pshaw .' exclaimed my friend. 'I do not like doing business with an alias. Please state your real name or we will both fuck you and then ask you to leave.'

Our client broke down in sobs which made her large boobies wobble beautifully. 'All right I am Elsie Tanner from Brixton and I am a good girl. Irene Adler is a modelling agency.'

My friend smiled sardonically advanced on the girl and plunged his erect cock onto her pussy as she moaned in protest. After a few minutes of vigorous fucking he withdrew. 'As I thought.' he said. 'Your cunt is far too skilful and experienced to be that of anything other than a practicing whore. Now tell us what brings you here.'

At a tolerant nod from my friend I moved behind the girl seated her on me and began a long steady thorough fuck into her delightful young cunt as she began her melancholy tale.

'Lord Arthur Savile! The younger son of the Duke of Holdernesse! He has been found with his throat cut on our premises! OH sir please fuck me harder your cock feels so good..'

'Ha.' Said Sherlock. 'Now please rub my cock as my friend fucks you. Was Lord Arthur a frequent visitor to your premises?'

'Yes he was.' exclaimed our young visitor as her hips heaved and her cunt slid up and down my cock. 'But he was very unwelcome as he wanted to spank us and then bugger us so Irene had almost decided to ban him. Then last night he attended one of our regular parties for discerning gentlemen and was found with his throat slit in the cloakroom.'

While I had been fucking the young woman my friend had been inspecting her pussy with his magnifying glass.

'H'mmm. I see that your pussy is fully shaven.'

'Yes sir it is a rule of the house all pussies to be fully shaven and creamed at all times.'

'And who performs this shaving? Do you do it yourself?'

'No we have to lie with our legs apart every Friday night and a man in a mask comes and shaves each of us and rubs cream into our mounds and then fucks one of us then leaves.'

'H'mmm. Well there are some interesting clues here but we need to visit the scene of the crime. Watson can you complete your fucking?'

At my friend's command I speeded up my fucking and soon shot a lovely load of warm white juice up Elsie's willing young cunt. And then we descended to Baker Street. The sight of two totally naked men and a young lady in a very short fur coat excited some interest but soon a hansom picked us up. As we drove to Rathbone Street we sat Elsie between us and groped at her fantastic tits and her delicate little pussy so that soon my cock was once again as hard as a bone. We made her stand up so that we could admire her lovely round young bottom and spank it so a cab ride has rarely been such pleasure.

The house was in turmoil. Scores of young ladies with little or nothing on were milling around but my friend and I cocks erect strode through he throng of young female flesh to the cloakroom where the corpse of the unfortunate young man still lay. Inspector lestrade with two immensely handsome young constables was on the scene.

'Ah Holmes.' he said. 'You are the stormy petrel of crime.' But my friend was already on his knees examining minutely the gashed throat of the unfortunate young aristocrat..

'Ha.' he said rising to his feet. 'I have not had such an interesting case since I buggered the Giant Rat of Sumatra a story for which Literotica is not yet prepared. But I think the matter is fairly plain. Now Inspector, Watson and I require some recreation so could you please tell those two immensely handsome young constables to remove their trousers and bend over.'

At a word from the inspector the two young men exposed their lovely young bottoms and my friend and I spent twenty minutes sodomising them as they moaned and protested. As my friend spunked he cried 'Now Watson! The game's a foot!'

'But Holmes' I protested as I increased my pace of fucking and spunked 'I am not into foot fetishism.'

'Miss Adler!' he cried. There then appeared one of the most gorgeous visions of sexual loveliness I have ever seen, a lady in her early thirties with thigh length high heeled leather boots long black gloves and nothing else to hide her large firm titties lovely face and shaven pussy.

'Ha!' cried my friend. 'THE woman! Now Irene could you please line up all your ladies lying down on their backs with their legs spread wide apart so that I can make a forensic examination of their pussies?'

She wriggled her hips. 'Yes I could ... but if I do could I spank and fuck your friend? He has such an attractive bottom.'

'Watson you won't mind will you?' So we after a short wait went in a long room with a table down the middle and a trestle in one corner. On the table about twenty five lovely young ladies lay completely naked with their legs all wide apart providing perfect views of their pussies and cuntholes. My cock grew to unimaginable lengths of lust and desire as I gazed but Irene drew me to the trestle and strapped me over it. My friend began a minute forensic inspection of each pussy with his magnifying glass. Irene began a horrible spanking of my bottom exposed to all the naked girls and within minutes I began to scream. She then donned an enormous strap on and rammed it up my bottom and began a merciless and intense fucking.

Within an hour my friend had completed his inspection of the naked pussies and pausing only for a quick fuck into the most attractive young lady he released me from the savage assaults of Miss Adler. Still completely naked and my friend with spunk still dribbling from the tip of his cock we waited for a hansom.

'Basically a simple matter Watson. We now need to bring the criminal to justice. Cabbie! Holdernesse House.'

AS I had expected two totally naked men both with immensely stiff cocks (for I had worked on my friend's during the ride) were not very well received by the butler who opened the door but when my friend informed that he had urgent business with the Duke relating to his son's death we were admitted and after a few minutes in a waiting room a naked footman ushered us into the Duke's apartment.. The Duke a nobleman in the prime of life, then entered and bidding us wait raped the footman with long intense strokes while Holmes and I sat cuddled on the sofa gently wanking each other's cocks.

When the Duke had spunked into the menial's helpless backside he turned to us. 'So Holmes the meddler! Holmes the interferer! Do you know I could break you in an instant?'

Holmes smiled as he rubbed my cock. 'It was a favourite theme of the late lamented Doctor Moriarty but I am still here. I know that you killed your son. I know that Irene allowed you to shave her girls' pussies and fuck one of them afterwards. I observed that the nicks of the Trumper's razor on the girls' pussies was the same as the marks on your son's neck and I could recognise that this was a razor supplied by Trumper's only to you. You were jealous that he would take your place as pussy shaver.'

I have never seen a man collapse so fast. 'What do you want?' he cried.

Holmes smiled again. 'Sex. I want to fuck you as I have never fucked a Duke before. Watson will want to fuck your duchess while I fuck you and you watch. Then completely free access to your house your footmen chambermaids parlour maids stableboys. And of course your wife must always be freely available to Watson and me.'

'Anything anything!' cried the Duke and bent over the sofa exposing his bottom to my friend's attention.