My slumber concluded, my very erotic dreams still fresh in my mind, it's early enough to seek some morning wood. Grant told me he was turned on by my aggression; so, I roll over to initiate. My one hand on his chest other to caress his penis. His sleepy eyes open slightly, I lean close for an intimate kiss.
"I'm still horny, I can't stop thinking about sex, my ass is still tingling Grant, my libido is craving this." I tug his dick as I kiss him.
"Oh, Tess, I'm still so sleepy; at this rate, you'll wear me out before the weekend."
Disappointed, I roll aside, pouting.
"Ok, I'll go for a cold shower." A little peeved, I really wanted to ride him, start the day off with a 'bang'.
My mind is replaying last night's bum spanking and anal assault as I lather myself.
My fingers automatically start stimulating my nipples, my body responding. I can't help myself, I close my eyes, I'm watching the sexy blonde on the bed, getting flogged while getting fucked from behind, the woman on the carpet morphs into me; I'm taking on three men.
My fingers roll my nipple, and slip along my labia, I lean back against the wall part my legs, the slight sting of the warm water on my breasts.
I squat down, my middle finger finds my g spot, thrusting in my cunt, it's exciting, it's happening I'm climaxing. "Ohh, uhh huhh," I can't believe I cum so quickly; wow, I've never fingered myself to orgasm. I smile proudly at this enjoyable accomplishment.
{Guilt, instant remorse shakes me to rationality, what am I doing?'}
I'm drying myself when the alarm goes off, I snuggle back in beside Grant; trace my fingertips along his abs.
Grant has an athletic body, no extra pounds, he's in great shape, not a body builder, gym type, but physically fit. He's handsome, 6', thick, dark brown hair, hazel eyes. He's so kind, caring, he treats me with tremendous respect, I know how deeply he loves me.
"Grant, I want you to think about a fantasy today," I squeeze his cock, I kiss the tip as I fondle his balls.
"Something new, something you want to try. We'll order take out and role play it tonight."
We make out for several minutes, it got steamy, he's hard, his rigid rod pressing against my pubic mound, heading towards intimate intercourse. I really still want to ride him but, I don't want a quicky, I did that in the shower, and we don't have enough time for a really good fuck session. I think I'll tease him, be naughty, raunchy; I ask in a sexy, sultry whispering voice.
"Are you horny; you wanna fuck me in the ass again?"
"Uh Huh." He replies his hands caressing my boobs, he leans to them and flicks my still erect nipples with his tongue, sensuously circling the hard nubs.
I jump off the bed, I cup my boobs, shake them at him.
"Think all day about fantasy fucking me tonight."
I look over my shoulder, slap my butt, seductively swaying my behind moving to the closet.
"Text me when you decide what you want; we'll both be horny all day." I rub my crotch, to tease him even more; my legs wide I bend over, run my hands down my legs to hold my ankles, I look between my legs to see Grant tugging his morning wood, I swipe my pussy, turn, I suck my fingers.
I stare at my clothes; I feel so much different this morning, promiscuous, sexy, last night my sex became divergent, not just erotic coupling, it was fun, exciting, a wild adventure.
I feel salacious, I dress provocatively; like I was going clubbing, not to work; donning a red lacy bra, and a red thong, under a snug fitting, cotton summer dress, that accents my curvaceous body.
"Wow, you look terrific this morning." Grant states as he makes coffee; I toast a couple bagels; we kiss as we stand by the counter waiting.
"Thanks, I feel sooo sexy, and I'm still very horny." I embrace him, my fingers rub his member, through his jeans, he tucks it down his left thigh.
"Rrrraarrah," I make a feline growling sound, squeezing it firmly.
"Damn it Grant, I want to stay home and fuck; I have to go to work, I really should already be there."
"Damn, that excites me when you behave like that." He firmly squishes both bum cheeks.
I put my coffee in a travel mug and take a bagel.
"Grant, I feel so different this morning, like our life has a bright new chapter, waiting to be explored." I kiss him goodbye. He follows me out, sliding his hand under my dress his thumb presses between my cheeks, his forefinger grazes my labia as we exit.
Grant hugs and kisses me intimately as we separate in the parking lot.
"Ok, I'll text you later, when I decide what I want to do; have a great day my love."
Grant drives a red Chevelle convertible he restored with his father while in high school, as he's lowering the top, I climb into my black Jeep and blow him a kiss.
Monday a.m. in the detective's area, there are 4 desks, Cap is 52, served 27 years, 8 as captain. He's a gentle spoken, yet demanding boss. His 2 girls are married he has 3 grandkids. Been talking retirement a lot this last year. He and I are discussing the case, he's referring the file folder, he has open cradled in his hands; I'm laying out the photos on my desk.
"I'm thinking it's likely a drug O.D, a heart attack's doubtful at such a young age. She looks very fit, and Marg met her at a yoga session, months ago."
Captain replies; looking down at the report. He sets the file down picks up a couple photos. "She was so young and so pretty. They're doing extra blood tests checking for toxins and drugs."
I add. "I'll contact her fiancé Brian to see if she had any drug problems or health conditions; then I'll get the Doc's story who initiated the bondage."
"I'll have the last 2 men who were with her come in for statements." Cap looks up. "Jones,"
(Cap was the only person who used my last name)
"You get statements from that young fellow and the black couple. We'll pursue this as a homicide, until proven otherwise." He sets down the pictures. "McNabb is really swamped with the Simpson case." He turns to leave, then adds; "there's a new gal coming in, she just past her detective exam I'll assign her to help you."
I contact Doug, the student, on his cell, he is working parttime as a florist deliveryman; we arrange to meet near the flower shop at 10, for coffee.
I next arrange to meet at Deshawn and Simone Ambila's, the Black couple, shortly after lunch.
I spend the next hour reviewing the crime scene photos, reading Al's written report, my erotism is refueled, a vivid image of the B&D is reconstructed. I become quite aroused, unknowingly my leg's part, my fingers lingering on my crotch when I get a text from Grant: Can you meet me for lunch?
I Reply: Yup, where?
Grant: 748 Main, text me when you're on route.
Reply: Ok, I'll be there by 12. Love ya lots. MMMhuaah!
I waited only a few minutes in the coffee shop when Doug arrived, jeans and casual shirt. He looks like a kid with a sexy, athletic man's body, scraggly, reddish-brown hair, looking like it's never combed, let alone seen a quality barber shop; he maybe used a hunting knife to cut it. He reminds me of Shaggy from Scooby Doo. He has visible freckles that add to his youthful appearance. I have an immediate visualization of him spanking Marg and doing her doggy style.
{Mmmm, I then visualize him doing me.'}
I squirm in my seat.
"Hello, I wasn't expecting a sexy woman, I'm pleasantly surprised." He offered his hand to greet me. "Is it true, Jocelyn died?"
I shook his extended hand.
"Thank-you for the compliment, Doug, yes, I'm investigated Jocelyn's death. Grab a coffee, and we'll get to it."
"I don't drink coffee, but I certainly like the idea of us getting to it. I would really like to do it to you, you're very sexy." He chuckles and adds. "I don't do quickies, so we'll have to arrange another time and place."
I know I'm blushing as he sits across from me.
"Ok, well, that's not why I'm here, let's focus on Saturday's party, we don't yet know the cause of Jocelyn's death, we're doing an autopsy; meanwhile we're treating it as a homicide, tell me about your involvement, you were one of the last to see Jocelyn alive. Walk me through your actions that night."
I start the recorder already on the table.
"Ok, uh, Marg contacted me prior to posting the party, requesting I partner up to restrain and discipline her. Jocelyn had requested Doc; he's a bit rougher; we've done a few B&D sessions in the past, I guess I did something right, she wanted more, I enjoy sex like that, so I agreed. After a sexy strip by Jocelyn, they departed for the bedroom, we followed. I was more focused on watching Doc, as I have, er, uh, I had a crush on Jocelyn.
I made Marg feel cared for, before I bound her; I wasn't as fierce or harsh as Doc."
Doug shifted in is seat and went on.
"When he was done flogging and paddling her, and began ramming Jocelyn from behind, I went to him and motioned to switch. I didn't want sloppy seconds with his sperm in her, as I said I really liked her. I originally intended to give her warm cunt a good workout, but Jocelyn's ass was elevated, and Doc had properly prepped her asshole, she was gaping open, generously lubed, her sphincter muscle was convulsing. It was alluring, intoxicatingly erotic; I was drawn to do her back door.
There was no resistance entering her, although she was gaping, it was still a tight orifice for my fat cock." He tipped his head to the side, made eye contact. "Fat and a full 8 inches," He wiggled his eyebrows.
"I impaled her hot channel, holding her waist, slow, long strokes, her spasmic muscles milked me, sucking my dick. I didn't fight it; I came quickly relinquishing my sperm between her sweet cheeks."
