Sex Practice, page 24
"There's something not quite right," Brigit murmured, slipping her fingers out of the woman's drenched cuntal sheath. "I'd like to take a look at your cervix," she added, taking a vaginal speculum from the shelf.
"I'm all right, aren't I?" Carole asked, her blue eyes reflecting her concern.
"I'm not sure. OK, bring your legs down, that's it. Now hang your feet down either side of the couch."
"I don't think I can open my legs that wide!"
"If I'm to examine you properly..."
"All right, I'll try."
Watching her victim's vaginal crack open as she parted her legs and lowered her feet either side of the couch, Brigit decided that befriending her, trying to reason with her, wouldn't be half as much fun as sexually abusing her naked body, caning her taut buttocks until she screamed and begged for mercy. Recalling caning Gina's rounded buttocks, Brigit sensed an overwhelming urge to commit the most vile and debased sexual acts she could think of on her latest victim.
"So, how long has Larry been in business?" Carole asked as Brigit sank three fingers into her open sex hole.
"About six years," Brigit smiled, eyeing a length of rope on the shelf.
"Does he have a woman?"
Yes, several every week. "No, not at the moment."
"Does he have money? Is his business lucrative?"
"No, he's stone broke, I'm afraid."
"Oh, that's a shame; I was going to take him for every penny he's got!"
"I'm going to tie your feet together to check your muscle reflexes," Brigit said, grabbing the rope and kneeling down. "The idea is..."
"Tie my feet together? But..."
"There, that's it," Brigit grinned, securing the rope between her ankles and standing up. "You have a nice body, a really nice body."
"I don't understand why..."
"Now I'm going to tie your hands so that I can examine your breasts properly."
"I really don't see why you have to tie me down!" Carole said shakily as Brigit bound her wrists and secured the ropes to the legs of the couch.
"With your arms in this position, behind your head, your pectoral muscles will tighten, allowing me to check your breasts properly."
"I'd rather you didn't do this, Brigit!"
"I have to tie you down so that I can sexually abuse you, Carole, lick and finger-fuck your beautiful cunt!" she giggled, leaning over and sweeping her tongue up her prisoner's yawning vaginal crevice. "Mmm, you taste good!"
"Please, what do you think you're doing?"
"Licking your cunt."
"Release me this minute or I'll..."
"Unless you stop screaming at me, I'll gag you!"
"Gag me? What sort of girl are you, for Christ's sake?"
"An insatiable bisexual pervert!"
"You can't do this! I'll..."
Grabbing Carole's panties, Brigit stuffed them into the woman's mouth, halting her screamed protests. Resuming her vaginal licking, her mind swirling with wicked ideas, she imagined Larry's cock fucking his wife's tight vaginal canal, his knob sperming into her hot cunt. Stretching the woman's pussy lips wide apart, exposing her clitoris, her intimate inner flesh, she lapped up the aphrodisiacal cunt milk oozing from her gaping hole.
"God, you taste sexy," she breathed as Lily entered the room and gasped. "I love drinking juice from wet cunt holes."
"Brigit, who... what are you...?" Lily stammered, holding her hand to her open mouth.
"This is Carole Lickman, Larry's wife - well, one of his wives. Come and play with her."
"Does Larry know about this?"
"No, he's... he's gone to Brazil."
"Brazil? When did he...?"
"I'll tell you all about it later, Lily."
"Brigit, Sally Peabody's in reception. She wants to see Larry."
"Oh, God, not her!"
"I'd better get rid of her, tell her that Larry's out."
"Bring her in here and she can enjoy an hour or so with our prisoner."
"Brigit, are you sure that..."
"Of course I'm sure! Go and get her."
Running her fingertips round Carole's stiffening nipples, Brigit wondered whether to ring Larry and get him to come back and fuck his wife. Realizing that her plan would end in ruination if Carole knew that Larry wasn't abroad, she wondered where she could find two men to abuse the woman. Picturing two solid penises driving into her prisoner's love ducts, filling her cunt, her bowels with spunk, she contemplated ringing Ravenhugh. Or three men!
"You're going to have three girls attending you, your cunt, your tits," Brigit giggled impishly, grinning at Carole. "We'll finger your cunt, vibrate your clitty, suck your tits, your long nipples... Ah, Sally, how are you?" she asked, turning to face the scruffy mini-skirted girl.
"Fuck my fuckin' arse 'ole! What the fuck..." the girl gasped.
"She's yours to do with as you wish. You can do anything you like to her."
"Anyfink? Fuck me, I'll start by finger-fuckin' 'er wet fuckin' cunt 'ole!"
Struggling to escape, Carole squirmed and wriggled as the cunt-thirsty slut thrust four fingers into her defenceless cunt and began her fervent vaginal thrusting. Watching Lily tweaking their victim's elongated nipples, Brigit sensed her clitoris swell. There are four of us, she contemplated. Eight tits, four clitties, four bum holes... Dashing across the room as the reception bell rang out, she locked the door and ran down the hall.
"Oh, DI Clarke!" she gasped in surprise, gazing at the detective, praying that he wouldn't hear the cries of female orgasm when they emanated from the bondage room.
"Ah, Miss Biways, isn't it?"
"Yes, Brigit Biways."
"Is Doctor Lickman available?" he asked, his eyes lowering to her shapely thighs.
"No, he's not here. May I help you?"
"I've come to see him about a netball match. Or, I should say, a nonexistent netball match and a girl who allegedly played netball in the nonexistent netball match who isn't a member of the netball team."
"Er... I'm sorry, I'm not with you."
"Knickers, Miss Biways."
"Knickers?"
"Convent girl knickers, to be precise. Knickers, red panties, a sperm-stained nun's habit, stolen photographs, a nonexistent netball match, a missing nun... a catalogue of unexplained incidents and serious allegations all centred on Doctor Lickman, Miss Biways."
"I'm still not with you, Inspector. Photographs, nuns, netball matches... what is this all about?"
"Crime, Miss Biways - crime of a most serious and depraved nature."
"Crime? But..."
"Crimes of the flesh, crimes of a debased sexual nature. I have also been informed that Doctor Lickman has two wives, he's married to two women."
"Larry's not married!"
"He is, twice over! Tell me, Miss Biways, when will he be back?"
"I... I don't know. Look, Inspector, I'm sure we can sort this out. I know a lot about Larry, the practice, his clients... why don't you come to the consulting room and we'll have a chat?"
"Yes, that might be a good idea. There are many unanswered questions playing on my mind. I don't like questions of an unanswered nature, they disturb me."
"Come with me, and I'll try to answer each question in turn, Inspector."
Entering Larry's consulting room and sitting on the edge of the desk as the detective settled in a chair, Brigit parted her thighs, displaying her hairless pussy lips to the wide-eyed man. Policemen, tax men... they were all the same, she reckoned, opening her legs further. They'd all succumb to the offer of a girl's pussy, no matter what their profession!
"So, Inspector, where shall we begin?"
"Er... I..." he stuttered, staring at her pinken inner lips protruding invitingly from her cunny crack. "Let's start with the case of Jenny Faggot. She came here to see Doctor Lickman and... do you mind closing your legs, Miss? I can't concentrate with you sitting like that!"
"Closing my legs, Inspector?" Brigit smiled innocently, cocking her head to one side and parting her thighs further. "Don't you like my body?"
"It's not a question of whether I like your body or not - I'm a married man and I can't..."
"Do you get on with your wife?"
"Yes, of course I do. Now then, Jenny Faggot visited Doctor Lickman and, allegedly, dropped her knickers as she was leaving the building."
"Does she shave her pussy?"
"I bed your pardon?"
"Your wife, does she shave her pussy?"
"No! Please, Miss, I..."
"I prefer mine shaved," Brigit smiled, lifting her skirt up and opening her legs as wide as she could. "Look, nice and smooth! Why don't you feel my pussy lips, feel how soft and smooth they are?"
"I really don't think I should, Miss!"
"Oh, please!"
"Well, I..."
"You're not gay, are you?"
"Of course I'm not!"
"Well, feel my pussy lips, then."
Reclining, Brigit lay with her feet dangling in front of the desk, her legs wide apart, her miniskirt hoisted up over the creamy plateau of her stomach, her cunt gaping before the detective's bulging eyes. He'd succumb, she knew as she parted her fleshy sex hillocks with her slender fingers, exposing her glistening inner folds, her open hole. What normal man could resist such a blatant offer?
Placing his chair between her legs, he tentatively stroked her swollen outer lips, running his fingers over her warm, smooth skin. Probing between her splayed lips, he slipped a finger into the wet heat of her tight cunt, licking his lips as he thrust his sex-juiced finger in and out of her vaginal sheath.
"Mmm, that's nice!" Brigit breathed, her exposed clitoris swelling. "You can lick me; lick my cunt out, if you want to."
"I... I really don't..."
"Oh, go on! You're fingering my pretty cunt, so why not lick her out?"
Sensing his warm breath between her legs, she closed her eyes, waiting in anticipation for his wet tongue to sweep over her inner folds and lap up her pussy milk. Gasping as he pressed his lips against her stretched flesh, Brigit shuddered as he sucked her clitoris into his hot mouth and ran his tongue over the sensitive tip.
She'd won; she'd got the prying sleuth where she'd wanted him - between the drenched glistening folds of her cunt lips! Now all she had to do was lie back and let him enjoy himself, and he'd leave Larry in peace - she hoped! This was too easy, she mused as her clitoris pulsated. Her cunt, her weapon, could bring down any man - have any man eating out of her pussy! Or woman, for that matter, she reflected.
"I like you licking my cunt!" she giggled. "Why don't you get your cock out and give me a good fucking?"
"You're not a prostitute, are you?" he asked, slipping his fingers from her drenched hole and licking around the entrance to her lust duct.
"No, I'm not. And if I was, I could hardly charge a policeman for sex!"
"Why are you doing this, then? What is it you want?"
"I want to be fucked, fucked good and proper. And I want you to get off Larry's back."
"Ah, I might have guessed! So, he's guilty as charged, then?"
"All Larry is guilty of is working hard and enjoying a good sex life. So, are you going to give me the fucking of my life?"
Spying through her eyelashes, watching DI Clarke stand up, Brigit grinned as she heard him unzip his trousers. Praying that he was big, that he'd fuck her senseless, she quivered as she felt his bulbous knob press against the wet flesh surrounding her open cunt hole. His swollen glans gliding into her vaginal sheath, she gripped the sides of the desk, gasping as her cuntal sheath bloated, stretching to accommodate his huge organ.
"I shouldn't be doing this," DI Clarke gasped as he began his rampant fucking motions. "I'm on duty."
"You're on the job!" Brigit laughed, wrapping her long legs around his body, forcing his solid cock deep into her hot cunt.
"I shouldn't be on the job while I'm on the job."
"On the job or not, you're doing a good job. Christ, you've got a big cock!"
"And you've got a tight cunt."
Thrusting his solid weaponhead in and out of Brigit's spasming cunt, the sleuth grabbed her legs, holding them high in the air, forcing her outer labia to swell around his glistening shaft as he fucked her. Emitting low moans of sexual pleasure, he grimaced, his knob ballooning, throbbing as his sperm jetted into her inflamed vaginal sheath, bathing her cervix as her own climax erupted.
"God, I'm there!" Brigit wailed, her body quivering uncontrollably as her orgasm peaked, erupting within her pulsating clitoris, transmitting electrifying ripples of sex deep into her contracting womb. "Ah, God! Coming! Coming! Ah, my cunt, my beautiful cunt!"
His spunk lubricating Brigit's tightening sex cylinder, DI Clarke made his last thrusts, ramming the girl's hot cervix with his throbbing glans, draining his heavy balls. Massaging the last ripples of orgasm from her solid clitoris as the sleuth slipped his penis out of her brimming cunt, Brigit lay trembling on the desk, her vaginal lips drenched, inflamed, swollen.
"I... I shouldn't have done that," the detective said remorsefully. "I've overstepped the mark."
"It was great!" Brigit gasped, her fingers gently caressing her pink cumbud. "God, you're bloody good!"
"Yes, but now what?" he asked, zipping his trousers. "This puts a new light on things. Our relationship, detective and criminal, has now become..."
"I'm not a criminal!" Brigit protested as she sat up.
"Well, detective and..."
"Our relationship can now be called fucker and fuckee!" she giggled, slipping of the desk and covering her dripping fanny with her microskirt.
"I'd better be going, Miss."
"You won't be bothering Larry again, will you?"
"The sexual act we have just enacted cannot be allowed to prohibit my investigations into Doctor Lickman's alleged sexual acts, Miss Biways."
"In that case, all I can say is, the sexual act we have just enacted will have to be revealed to Mrs Clarke."
"Mrs Clarke? Er... that will be enough of your threats, young lady!"
"It's not a threat, Inspector; it's a statement of fact."
"I'll run you in for prostitution if you're not careful!"
"All right, have it your way. You go and carry on with your investigation, and I'll do as I think fit."
"As you think fit?"
"I might decide to cry rape. After all, my cunt is full of your sperm, isn't it?"
"Er... I'll give your proposal some thought, Miss Biways. You've placed me in a somewhat awkward situation, to say the least!"
"You placed me in a somewhat awkward position! Half naked across Doctor Lickman's desk!"
"Er... yes, well, I must get back to the station. Good day to you."
"Good day, Inspector. And do bear in mind what I said. Oh, I almost forgot! Search Mother Barren-Womb's study, she's into cannabis."
"Cannabis?"
"Yes, one of the convent girls let it slip when she was here - I thought you ought to know about it."
"Right! Thank you, Miss - thank you very much!"
"Not at all, Inspector."
Sighing as the persistent sleuth left the building, Brigit was about to return to the bondage room to see how her prisoner was faring when the phone rang. "Brigit, it's me!" Larry whispered as she pressed the receiver to her ear. "What's happening, anything of interest?"
"DI Clarke just fucked me over your desk."
"Jesus fucking Christ! Have you won him over?"
"It's hard to say, Larry. I asked him whether he'd get off your back now and... well, he's thinking about it."
"Thinking about it? Didn't you threaten him?"
"Yes, but he also threatened to run me in for prostitution. Anyway, forget about him, there's more bad news, I'm afraid."
"Oh, God, now what?"
"Carole Lickman is tied to the examination couch with Lily and Sally Peabody giving her a good seeing to."
"What? Brigit, you shouldn't have..."
"I didn't know what else to do! Besides, she's got a lovely cunt - she tastes really sexy."
"Fucking hell! Look, I'd better come back. I can't sit in your flat all day doing nothing while..."
"Did you look in my bedside cabinet?"
"Yes, I did, and I have to say that I have never seen such a massive double-shafted vibro in my life! Christ, Brigit, you're a dirty little bitch! And as for the assortment of church candles! Where did you get them from?"
"I nicked them from the local church, where else?"
"Good grief! Didn't the Vicar mind?"
"He did complain at first, but I sucked his knob and swallowed his holy seed. He was OK about the candles after that."
"Bloody hell, whatever next? Look, I'll come back and try and sort things out with Carole. Oh, is it OK if I bring the double-shafted vibro with me?"
"Yes, why not? You can shove the shafts up Carole's tight holes!"
"God, no! Look, I'll be there as quick as I can. What we do about Carole, God only knows!"
"We could always kill her."
"The bitch will kill me if I'm not careful! I'll see you soon, Brigit."
"OK. Bye, Larry."
Replacing the receiver and returning to the bondage room, Brigit gasped to discover Carole with heavy weights hanging either side of the couch connected to her nipples with metal clips. Her breasts painfully stretched into taut cones of flesh, her face grimacing as the girls thrust a massive candle in and out of her hairless pussy, Brigit stared in awe at the lewd scene.
"God!" she cried, moving to the couch. "You've shaved her cunt!"
"Yes, good, isn't it?" Lily smiled, her cunny-wet face glistening in the light as she looked up.
"And she can't fuckin' say nothin' 'cause I stuffed me fuckin' knickers in 'er fuckin' mouth along with 'er fuckin' knickers!" Sally chuckled, slipping her T-shirt over her head and exposing her firm, braless breasts.
"Larry's on his way here," Brigit said, eyeing Sally's wedge-shaped nipples. "What he'll say about this, I really don't know!"
"Oh, good!" Sally smiled, tweaking her erect nipples. "Larry can give me fuckin' bum a good fuckin seein' to!"
"I don't think he'll be in the mood for that, not when he sees his wife like tied to the couch!"
