Message-ID: <15274eli$9809130536@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15274.txt> From: Kristen78@aol.com Subject: "Public Dick" (Part 1) by Heatheranne (mfff,voy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <56adaaab.35fa997c@aol.com> ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: the-pe.txt (mfff,voy) Authors name: Hetheranne (address withheld) Story Title : The Private Eye and the Public Dick Part 1 0f 2 ======================================================== Copyright notice: This work is copyrighted to the author All rights reserved © 1998 - Authorization was give to post this story to my archive and for re-posts to appro- priate newsgroups. =============== Kristen's collection ================= The Private Eye and the Public Dick (part 1 of 2) by Heatheranne Karen Stark awoke at the sound of her boyfriend, Joe, gargling in the bathroom. He'd been up for the better part of an early morning hour while she slept to the sounds of his preparations for leaving. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year. A mutual friend had brought them together because, as she had said, "You both have such exciting careers." Joe was an airline pilot and Karen was a private investigator. At least, Karen thought, her friend had been half right. While his job was mostly tedious attention to detail, from time to time there were moments where a cool hand and steady nerves saved the day. Her job, despite its seeming glamour, was just plain tedious. She spent most of her work time gathering facts for, and making reports to, insurance agencies. She spent her days with reports saying: yes this guy is really hurting, or no you better watch that doctor he has so many patients he could use a revolving door. Like most couples their jobs weren't the only things that kept them together. They liked the same food, movies, hobbies etc. And the sex, the sex was great. They only had one disagreement in the bedroom. He liked it in the morning and she just couldn't get in the mood for regular sex that early. They compromised. The morning sex became a sort of parting gift to Joe before he left on his days away in the wild blue yonder. The door to the bathroom opened and Joe came toward the bed, a fully erect cock leading the way. Karen yawned and stretched languidly as she rolled onto her back. She pulled the sheet away exposing a pair of generous breasts to Joe's gaze. "You seem to have been up for a while, "she said with a smile, fully intending the pun. Joe strode quickly to the bed. Grinning widely, he hopped on the bed and threw one leg over Karen so that his knees were on either side of her waist. "I always wear a hard on around you, babe," he said as he leaned forward until his cock nestled into her cleavage. Then he cupped his hands around the sides of her breasts and pulled them together to cover his cock. As he began to swing his hips back and forth Joe growled, "Yeah, there's nothing like a good titty fuck in the morning." Karen knew that this fake macho bluster was supposed to make her laugh and even though she tried to stifle herself she let out a giggle. "You think this is funny?" he said in mock outrage. "It won't be so funny when I drown your tits in cum." Now she really laughed out loud. He always knew how to put her in a good mood. As Joe partially pulled his cock out of the warm tunnel between her breasts Karen reached up and grabbed it. "Hmmm..." she said, "maybe I ought to save my poor breasts from the flood." And with that she pulled on his manhood until she was able to slip her lips around its head. As she began to suck on the silky smooth knob Karen also jacked her fingers along the engorged shaft. "Oh shit, yes.....uhhhh." he gasped out. Joe hadn't expected this. In less than a minute it felt like the cum was going to boil out of his cock. "Uhhhh....I'm cuuuuming Karen," he managed to get out just before the first burst of cum erupted out of his swollen cock head. Karen continued to hold onto his pistoning cock as she swirled her lips and tongue around his now super sen- sitive cock. For long seconds Joe couldn't even breathe as the sensations coursed through his body. Finally Karen released her hold and Joe was able to stagger off the bed and begin to dress. As he went through the routine of putting on his clothes Joe kept up a running patter of how much he loved her and how great they were together. But when he turned to the bed, Joe could see that she had turned on her side, curled into a little ball and returned to sleep. Joe smiled and tenderly kissed her on the forehead and quietly slipped out of the apart- ment. An hour later Karen awoke to the electronic bleating from her radio-alarm clock. She stretched and inhaled the warm and sexy mixed scents of Joe's soap, shampoo and after shave. It was a nice way to begin the day. She performed her morning routine with one ear tuned to the most popular early morning radio feature in Los Angeles, the morning traffic report. In an hour she was out the door, coffee and a bagel in hand, wearing what she thought of as her serious business suit. It consisted of navy slacks and light weight blazer with a white on white embroidered sleeveless shirt. Her shoulder length auburn hair was held off her face with a navy clasp. Today she was to interview a prospective client, named Schmidt, at his hotel room. That was a little unusual, but as her Uncle Max had said, when he gave her the assignment, "If he's got the money honey, then you've got the time." *** When Karen was a growing girl, Max was a mysterious man who always brought her presents and told her how pretty she was. He was in the military and would appear and disappear from her life at odd intervals. Karen was told by her parents to never pester her uncle about where he had been or what his job was, although some- times they let slip the words top secret and black operation. Then one day he announced his retirement and his intention to open an office for private inves- tigations in L.A.. Karen, who was in high school by then, began working for him after school and during summer breaks. She would answer the phone, do the filing and mailing and be the general go-for gal. She never thought that this little part time job would amount to anything. Like just about every other female in LA she had grown up dreaming about becoming a movie star. From the time she had begun junior high, Karen had been told she was pretty enough for the movies. The boys were quick to let her know that they appreciated her ample breasts and shapely legs. She even took acting classes, but she soon realized that her teachers could only refine a talent that already existed and she really didn't have much for them to work with. Her uncle's business expanded through her college years and her responsibilities grew along with it. Karen learned to do covert surveillance, how to trace people and any number of other techniques and tricks of the trade. It had seemed only natural to join her uncle full time after graduation. *** By ten o'clock she had pulled into the parking garage of the Hollywood Blue Moon Hotel. She made her way to the front desk and asked for Mr. Schmidt's room. The desk clerk announced her and called for a bell hop to take her to Mr. Schmidt's suite. The bell hop turned out to be a young blonde thing who wore her uniform pants and top a bit on the tight side. On their way up in the elevator Karen said, "I bet a lot of the men who you show to their rooms invite you to stay." The young woman turned and looked Karen over. She wet her lips and said, "And a few of the women too." "Oh really?" said Karen, her voice higher than she would have liked. "I'm just here on business." The door to the elevator opened and the two women stepped into the hallway. The young blond gestured to a door and said, "Here you are." As she turned and walked past Karen the blonde's hand seemed to acciden- tally brushed Karen's firm ass. "You'll have to stay the night with us sometime," she said with a seductive smile as she reentered the elevator. Karen took a deep breath. She had to get mind back to business. She was about to enter the hotel room of a stranger. Karen took her car keys from her purse. The key fob looked liked a large cylindrical, multicolored arty thing that women liked to carry. Actually it was a gift from her uncle. If she pushed, hard, on a reces- sed button, a metal baton would telescope outward. Her uncle had made her practice until she could whip out the weapon and break an inch thick pine board in one smooth move. Karen removed her credentials from her purse and holding them so that her ID was visible through the peephole, she pressed the room's buzzer. In a few seconds the door was opened by a man who looked to be in his middle thirties. Swinging the door back he ushered her in saying, "Please come in Ms Stark." She followed him down a short hallway into the suite's common room. Most of the room was a tastefully dec- orated casual area. In a corner, a space was set up for business with phone, fax machine and a copier sitting on a huge desk. Seated at the desk was an elderly man speaking softly on the phone. The first gentleman saw to it that Karen was comfor- table in an overstuffed chair. She refused an offer of food and drink, her bagel had been quite enough, thank you. Shortly thereafter the elderly gentleman, who turned out to be Schmidt, her appointment, stood, put on a suit coat and approached her. The first man introduced them as if he had known Karen for years and then faded to a far corner of the room. Mr. Schmidt took Karen's hand and bent over it. "How do you do my dear," he said with a sort of clipped Spanish accent. Karen smiled and there followed the usual chit-chat about the weather and the traffic and just exactly what kind of car did she drive to get around in such a huge city, etc. etc.. After Karen again refused an offer to add inches to her waist line, Schmidt shook his head, smiled and said, "You North Americans are always so eager to discuss business. Very well, the reason I am here is to find my son. I freely admit that about twenty three or so years ago I had a bit of an affair with a much younger woman in Argentina. Her father didn't approve of the match and sent her away to live in the United States. It wasn't until her father died, years later, that I discovered she had been pregnant with my child before she left." For several minutes Karen asked the obvious questions that might help her find Schmidt's son. It seemed that all he knew was that the man in question would be in his mid twenties, probably with blond hair and blue eyes. Karen wondered how he could be so sure of that since the son's mother was a dark Latin type, but that was nothing next to the massive lack of information with which she was apparently expected to work. She was about to protest that they had better chance of finding particular grain of sand in the Sahara, when Schmidt said in an offhand manner, "I also learned that the boy was trying to find a place for himself in the film industry using the name Richard." "Richard?" Karen asked, eyebrows raised in question. "I can't believe that with all of the fine actors named Richard, he is trying the conceit of being known by one name." "Yes, well...frankly Mr. Schmidt you haven't given me much to work with, but I'll certainly do my best." "That is all I can ask my dear." After the formalities of billing and payment, Karen was out the door. She met Schmidt's aide as she walked down the hall to the elevator. They smiled in passing and a few minutes later Karen was in her car on the way to her office. It was almost noon when she sat down to her desk. Most people would be surprised at how much paperwork existed in this business, most clients insisted on complete documentation for their money. Karen opened a new file in her computer for Mr. Schmidt. She really had only one lead, the name Richard and the fact that he might be an actor. Karen clicked on the office Internet server, it boasted an incredibly fast fiber optic connection, and in a minute she was logged onto their account with a firm that provided background for virtually anyone who worked in the film industry. This site boasted that it listed details for everyone, from the biggest names in pictures on down to people who might work once a year as an extra. She brought up the search form and filled in the few details she had. Her first search returned a couple of thousand Richards, Ricks and Riches. She revised the search and brought it down to a couple of hundred blonde haired, blue eyed Richards. She sighed, if Schmidt was wrong about this last name business then she was in for a long and fruitless afternoon. On a hunch, she clicked until she reached the bottom of the list, where someone without a last name might be, and there she found him, a blonde and blue known only as Richard. Now she had a choice of reading a resume about her man or looking at a scene featuring his cinematic talents. Karen opted for the scene. Might as well see if there's any resemblance to Schmidt, she thought. After clicking on the play button, Karen was finally rewarded with close up of her find. The screen filled with the full face of a young man who looked to be in his mid to late twenties. Yes, there were the blue eyes, nice ones she thought. And he certainly had a full head of blonde hair, parted in the middle and swept back, with loose sexy locks falling over his forehead. He smiled, forming dimples in his cheeks and revealing even white teeth. Hmmm... Karen thought, he doesn't closely resemble Schmidt, but from her personal point of view, he's not bad. The camera pulled back to show Richard wearing a tight tee shirt tucked into baggy tan shorts. He was carrying a pole and net for cleaning swimming pools. Then the camera panned to show two women lounging on deck chairs next to the pool where Richard was working. They were sipping on sodas and discussing their woeful lack of a love life. Both of the women were in bikinis. One of them had brittle looking blonde hair, the other was a softer looking brunette. The blonde had a nice, if thin face and a real Barbie doll figure, slim legs and hips plus a waist that practically wasn't there. But she made up for her lack of body weight by having an obviously man made bust that practically overwhelmed her bikini top. The brunette, Karen thought, was much prettier. She had a fuller face and figure. And while her breasts probably weren't entirely her own either, at least they look natural. She must be a runner, Karen could see well defined muscles in her thighs when she moved. The blonde smiled to her friend and called out to Richard. Would he mind terribly rubbing some suntan lotion on her back? She arranged her chair so that it flattened out and then she laid face down, unty- ing the string on her bikini top. Karen smiled, was this going to be some sort of tits and ass movie? She'd seen a few porn videos and this clip certainly didn't look like a cheap video produc- tion. Back on the screen, Richard put a generous glob of lotion on his hands as he straddled the deck chair and began to rub the liquid into the blonde's back and shoulders. His hands moved down until they were brushing her generous breasts that bulged on either side of her slim torso. "Mmmmm...lower," moaned the blonde. Richard wasted no time in sliding his fingers under her bikini bottom and kneading the blonde's slim, yet firm, ass cheeks. After squirting more lotion on his hands, Richard applied it to her long tapering legs. With each pass his hands moved higher on her inner thighs. The blonde reacted by spreading her legs to give him easier access to where she evidently wanted those hands all along. Karen stared in rapt attention to her computer screen. Not much doubt as to the rating for this movie. The point of view changed from the blonde's passion con- torted face to Richard's fingers as they pulled aside the crotch of her bikini bottom and then flicked back and forth across her clit. Karen felt a sympathetic twinge in her own pussy when the blonde suddenly squealed and came as her hips beat against the deck chair. Karen figured that would be the end but the clip ran on as the blonde turned over, sat up and began to pull at Richard's shirt. He grinned down at her and pulled off his tee shirt to reveal a well muscled torso. Not the heavy muscles of a body builder, Karen thought, but closer to the sort of physique that she really liked, more like a swimmer or gymnast. Then she unzip- ped Richard's baggy, long legged shorts and began to pull and pull and pull out what Karen thought must be some sort of rubber dildo. She peered at the screen. That couldn't possibly be a real penis. It had to be some trick of perspective or just a fake. The blonde ran her hands over Richard's cock as if it were some kind of pet. She kissed and licked on the head while her hands stroked, rubbed and petted the shaft. Karen watched as his cock ballooned, for lack of a better word, into the biggest hard on she'd ever seen. Karen couldn't take her eyes off it. Most long cocks were just that, a longer shaft and not much else. But the base of Richard's cock seemed to fill his crotch and then the shaft tapered slightly up to the head that must be the size of a door knob. The blonde pulled Richard's cock until it was level with her mouth. There's no way she's going to get that thing in her mouth, thought Karen. But she did, just barely. She could do little more than sort of swivel her head back and forth on his cock head as she con- tinued to use both hands on the immense shaft. She was certainly having an effect on Richard. His eyes were half closed, lost in a world of sexual stimulation. And the brunette wasn't exactly taking a nap. Her eyes were locked on the couple next to her. She was cares- sing her breasts through her bikini top while one hand eased down her stomach, apparently in anticipation of giving herself some jollies. Karen suddenly realized that the brunette had a great idea. She jumped up and went to her office door. She checked the outer office. Since it was lunch time, there was no one moving about. Karen softly closed and locked her door. With a little thrill, she practically ran back to her desk. She knew she shouldn't, but she quickly unzipped and pulled down her pants and panties. Back on the screen the blonde reclined on the chair, spreading her legs and pulling Richard to her by his hips. Karen licked a finger and began to lightly pet her pussy lips. She hoped that blonde had a lot of lubricant or she'd never get that monster cock in there. As Richard brought his cock toward the blonde, the question of lubrication was solved. Karen was amazed once more as she saw the precum flowing from his cock head like a leaky faucet. Richard painted the blonde's pussy lips with the clear liquid from his oversized penis and rubbed her clit until the blonde was moaning and begging Richard to fill her. When her moans were about to turn to screams, he finally gave the woman what she yearned for. He nudged the huge head into her eager pussy and then withdrew it. He increased his stroke until a few inches of that overwhelming cock were packing her pussy when the blonde screamed out another orgasm. Karen was fingering her own clit at a terrific rate. God what a cock, she thought, just imagine that thing filling her and bring her to cum after cum. With a whack as it slapped back against his stomach, Richard withdrew his cock from the blonde's freshly fucked pussy. He was far from finished though. The brunette had thrown off her bikini and was on her knees, waving her firm butt at Richard. Richard moved quickly to position himself. There was an intent look on his face as he went through the routine of coating her pussy lips with his slick precum and then he slowly pushed his way into the brunette. A series of expressions ran across the dark haired woman's face. A look of surprise turned to one of amazement and then animal passion as she and Richard established a mutual rhythm. Karen was totally caught up in the action on the screen. Unconsciously she was strumming her clit in time with the rhythm of the couple in front of her. The camera cut to Richard's face. His handsome face had the look of great sexual tension that borders on pain. He began to whisper in a sort of strained chant, "I'm gonna cum...I gonnna cuuuuum." The camera cut to a two shot of Richard and the brunette and then went into slow motion. Richard heaved his hips back, withdrawing his huge cock from his partner. He stretched out his arm and grabbed his cock head and began to stroke it in a sort of cork- screwing motion. The first blast of cum arched through the air and landed in the brunette's hair as she was trying to turn to face Richard. The next stream of his milky white liquid splashed against her shoulder. And the next sort of whipped across her chest above her tits. Then the brunette was holding her tits up like some sort of fleshy receptacle, and Richard looked as if he been waiting to relieve himself for hours. Blast after blast of cum hit the girls breasts, until they were covered. As Karen watched the spectacle of Richard going off like a fountain, she fingered herself faster and faster. "Oh my gosh, just look at that, she whispered, "all that cum and that huge cock... ." She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud as the burning heaviness in her loins went over the edge and the first wave of her orgasm hit. For what seemed like minutes orgasmic surges emerged from her clit and charged through her body. Oh my god, thought Karen. She didn't masturbate very often, and when she did it was never like this, never. She grabbed some tissues from a drawer in her desk and cleaned her too sensitive pussy lips. Then she wrapped those tissues in more tissues and after tucking her shirt neatly into her pants, she quickly made her way to the little office restroom. There she flushed away the evidence of her self pleasing nooner and faced herself in the mirror. That was kind of silly, Karen, she thought to herself. What if her uncle had decided he needed something from her office and had unlocked the door? She grinned at her reflection, maybe the fear of detection added some spice to her little fun. Karen made her way back to her office. She was hor- rified to see Richard, erection and all, grinning from her computer screen. She practically sprained a finger clicking her mouse to get back to a screen with more information on Richard and a less incriminating picture. Karen took a deep breath , she had to pull herself together. She focused on the fact filled page on her screen. She wanted to get hold of Richard, in the sense of talking to him of course, as soon as possible. After all, this wasn't Sherlock Holmes stuff. Schmidt might call her any minute, telling her that he had made a few calls and found Richard on his own. The Internet site offered to connect her with Richard, but Karen looked on for a more direct method. Wasn't there something at the beginning of that clip? She clicked back to the start and there was a little copyright blurb for ABC&Z Productions. A quick peek at another site told her their phone number. She recog- nized it as a cell phone number. She called the number, there was a male voice on the other end, "ABC and Z productions," he intoned. "Hello, I need to speak to Richard, please." "Well, he's busy right now. Can I help you, or take a message? Did you want an interview?" "Uhhh....," Karen was thinking, "An interview? That would be today?" "Sure, you know where the Valley View motel is on high- way 56?" "I'm sure I can find it." "Come on out, its room fourteen." "OK, my name is Karen, see you in a little while." "Sure babe, " the phone disconnected. "Sure babe?" Karen murmured as she put down the phone. This ought to be fun. It took Karen nearly an hour to get to the motel. It was one of those places built in the fifties, passed by when the interstates came along and then flourished again when the city limits captured it in the seventies. The ugly building had been through so many make overs, it was practically an archeological site. Karen couldn't park anywhere near room fourteen, so she settled for a spot at the end of the long row of rooms. She took a moment to check her makeup and hair. When she got out of the car she removed her jacket. Then she undid the top three buttons of her shirt and then made sure it was tightly tucked in her pants. Karen wasn't exactly sure what one wore to an interview for a porn movie, but she knew that she had a great figure and it couldn't hurt to show some cleavage and curves. Karen knocked on the door to room fourteen. A few seconds later the door opened a few inches and a man's head peeked around its edge. He was wearing huge dark glasses and a baseball cap pulled low over his forehead. "Hi babe," he said, turning away and throwing open the door. "Come on in." Karen followed him in. Thank goodness, she thought, this "babe" character wasn't Richard. His flabby butt showed her that much. "Have a seat...uh...please," the "babe" died on his lips when he saw the look on Karen's face. "I'll be right with you." Karen looked around the room. The guy took a seat at a small, cheap motel type table. Across from him was a well endowed young woman in cut off jeans and a tube top. Karen thought she had a natural beauty, but it was partially buried by some really bad make up. The man said, "Now Susan, you go on in the next room, Richard and our camera man, Bruce, will interview you." There was an odd emphasis on the word interview. As the young woman disappeared through the door to the adjoining room, Karen looked at the two other women. They were apparently awaiting their own interviews by lounging on a king-sized bed. One looked like a hooker right down to the short shorts and fishnet stockings. The other was dressed in a cheer leading outfit. She even smiled and shook her pom pom at Karen when she caught her eye. From the guy in the room Karen heard, "OK ba'...uh, Karen is it?" She nodded. "Why don't you sit over here." He gestured to the chair by the table. Karen sat. "Now I'll have to see some form of identification to verify your age." And then I'll have to wait for these two bimbos before I get a turn , Karen thought. Maybe I can speed things up. She rummaged in her purse until she was able to produce her driver's license, with a fifty dollar bill folded next to it. She held out the license with the bill hidden from view from the other two women. "I hope my appointment won't be late." "Oh no," said the guy, making the money disappear into his palm. In fact, if you want to observe Susan's interview, he said with a leer, just go on in. Tell Bruce and Richard that you're just looking." Karen hoped her face wasn't too red as she walked across the room. She was `just looking' back in her own office. Karen opened the connecting door and entered a room that was a duplicate of the one she'd just left. A large man, she assumed it was Bruce, had a professional looking video camera on his shoulder. A couple of lights sprouted from its sides like eyes on stalks. The young woman, Susan, was on the bed. She was leaning back, resting her weight on one arm, thrusting out her ample chest, trying to look sexy. Karen had to admit, the lights washed out the effect of some of that make up, she actually looked better. Past the lights, almost lost behind their glare, sat Richard. He was slouched in a chair not far from the room's outer door. He was gave her a hello by waving his fingers at her. Karen nodded back. Bruce and Susan ignored her. Bruce was asking her a series of ques- tions, evidently trying to put her at ease in front of the camera. Continued in part 2... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>