Chapter 9
The ringing of the telephone woke her from her restless sleep. His voice was urgent when she answered, asking how soon she could get down to his office.
"I just got up," Debbie yawned. "What's so important?"
"I cracked the case," he said.
"Already?" Debbie asked, immediately alert. "So quick? What's the deal?"
"Don't want to talk about it over the phone," Lew Abbott replied, his words running together. "Just get over here."
The phone clicked dead. Debbie dropped the receiver into its-cradle and scrambled to dress. Moments ago she had been sound asleep; now she felt like a marathon runner, her body aching and her heart beating wildly as she stumbled toward the finish line of a long, exhausting race.
A short time later she was in the ghostly corridor that led to Abbott's office. Her pulse was still racing--she was ready for anything.
She didn't bother to knock. Abbott was hunched over behind his desk, unshaven face pale, an unlighted cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. The ashtray indicated he had been chain-smoking Lucky Strikes for breakfast.
"Jesus, Abbott," Debbie said as she sat down, "you look like death warmed over. What the hell have you found out?"
"It's bad," Abbott coughed, lighting a fresh cigarette with the one he had been smoking.
"I hired you to find out the truth about my husband," Debbie responded. "Whatever Frank's done, I can take it."
"Don't be so sure," Abbott grimly said. "Here, see for yourself."
Abbott opened a drawer and pulled out a folder, tossing it onto the desk. Its contents spilled out--photographs.
Debbie warily reached for them, spreading them out rather than holding them. The impact of what she saw was like somebody kicking her in the stomach.
The photos were all variations of the same thing. A man fucking a woman outdoors. The familiarity of the scene devastated Debbie. For there was nothing in the picture to which Debbie had not already been an eye-witness twelve hours before. But she suddenly knew that her own husband was the Ridgecrest Rapist.
"You know who this is balling the broad?" Abbott said. "You know who this guy is with the stocking over his head?"
"I didn't last night, but I do now," Debbie answered in a hush. "I was there. Just like you, Abbott."
"What?" Abbott gulped, his hat flying off his head he jerked abruptly up in his chair. "What'd you say?"
"I was walking through the park last night," Debbie explained with a nervous rush. "Saw this girl running from something, her clothes all torn. A guy with a stocking over his head caught up with her. Raped her--fucked her in the mouth and cunt. Then, afterward, I saw somebody else running away--another witness besides me. I should have figured out it was you, Abbott. The trenchcoat, the hat, the Lucky Strike butts I found where you'd been standing ... it all fit."
"Shit, you were there all right," Abbott said, shaking his head with wonder. "Did you have any idea that the guy doing the rape was your husband?"
"No, it didn't cross my mind then," Debbie admitted. "Up until you showed me those pictures I thought Frank was just having an affair. The stocking covered his face last night, and muffled his voice. Maybe if I'd suspected something I could have put a few things together, but I didn't."
She paused.
"The tough part's still not over," Abbott said uneasily. "I've got to go to the cops with this stuff."
"But why?" Debbie issued a strangled cry. "If I'd wanted the police in on this, I never would've hired a private detective."
"That won't wash, Baby," Abbott replied. "When you hired me you thought your husband was just fooling around. That's not cop work.
Now it's a whole new ballgame. I've got my license to protect. The Ridgecrest Rapist is the hottest ticket in town. If the law ever found out I was concealing evidence on this case, they'd nail my ass to the wall. Can't risk it."
Debbie was stunned, but her response was even and firm.
"No," she told Abbott. "You aren't going to the police with this."
"Christ, this is no straying-hubby crap," the detective snapped. "Your husband is the goddamn Ridgecrest Rapist! A dangerous psycho. A fucking maniac ..."
"I'll make it worth your while to keep your mouth shut," Debbie cut Abbott off.
"Forget it. You don't have that much money."
"Who said anything about money," Debbie huskily replied as she rose from her chair. "I know you, Abbott. I know what you're a lot more interested in than money."
She was unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly, tantalizingly.
"Ah, hell ... oh, shit . . . Jesus Christ," Abbott gulped as Debbie began to strip. "This is nuts. You don't really think you can buy me off with a fuck, do you?"
"I don't think--I know," Debbie confidently answered, flinging her blouse away to expose her bra-less tits. "I know you like a book, Abbott. A book I've memorized from cover to cover."
"This is business," the detective insisted. "Hell, this is survival."
"But I'm a woman and you're a man, Abbott," Debbie crooned, warming to her task. "Look."
Her skirt fell to the floor. All she was wearing were bikini panties. Her pussy lips bulged, and before Abbott's eyes, Debbie's twat moistened, staining her panties. The exposed halves of her crotch glistened as pussy juice leaked.
"What's that bulge in your pants, stud?" Debbie taunted the detective. "Looks like a hard-on to me."
"Okay, so I'm human," Abbott croaked with frustration. "But I can't let my goddamn cock do my thinking for me."
"Why* not, stud?" Debbie seductively purred, moving around the desk. "It's the best part of you."
Abbott was a lot stronger than Debbie. He could have overpowered her as she approached him. Or even run. But instead he remained still as Debbie calmly unzipped his fly.
"I want you to fuck me," Debbie said, hypnotizing Abbott with her sultry voice.
Her hand entered his open pants and dug. It emerged with the detective's cock in its grip. A rock-solid cock, pulsing with desire, a premature pearl of cum already sparkling at its tip.
Debbie rubbed the head of Abbott's prick against her cunt, moistening it with pussy juice through her panties. With her free hand she unbuckled the detective's belt and removed his pants and shorts.
Now Debbie embraced him. Abbott's hard-on pressed between his belly and hers, while his nuts throbbed against her cunt. Debbie ground her tits against the detective's chest while she sealed Abbott's mouth with a deep, tonguing kiss.
It was clear Abbott knew he should resist, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Debbie's body was too hot, too willing.
"Shit, I can't say no to you," Abbott confessed when the kiss was broken. "Some other woman, maybe yes. But you . . . God, you make me feel like I'll die if I don't fuck you."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Abbott," Debbie cooed in the detective's ear. "Life is short and tough. Enjoy yourself while you can. You owe it to yourself. Now take me. Fuck me."
Taking the initiative for the first time, the detective forced Debbie back onto the top of his desk. Reclining on the flat surface, Debbie ripped her panties off and spread her legs. Her pussy was wide-open, drooling with honey.
"Christ, look at that sweet cunt," Abbott moaned, lightly fingering Debbie's clit. "A man could spend his whole life without getting a pussy this sweet to fuck. When I look at your snatch, Baby, I feel like a fuckin' junkie. Just can't get enough."
"Stick your cock inside my cunt, stud. Start fucking me," Debbie urged, stretching her pussy lips even farther apart.
Standing at the edge of the desk, Abbott guided his prick toward Debbie's twat. His dick surged halfway up Debbie's cunt. Another crotch-thrust and his hard-on was embedded in her moist, squeezing fuck-hole.
"Mmmmm, big . . . big cock," Debbie groaned, her butt squirming. "So deep in my cunt. So hard and thick."
She lifted her legs, hooking her knees over Abbott's shoulders. He clutched her asscheeks and fucked her as hard as he could.
"Oooooh, you stud!" Debbie exclaimed. "You're fucking me so good! So goddamn good! Keep it up! Pump your fat cock in my pussy! Make me scream!"
"You horny bitch!" Abbott responded, his prick like a piston in Debbie's twat. "Jesus, I dig you! God, you can fuck!"
Now snorts and gasps temporarily replaced words. Abbott and Debbie were fucking as though the world might end at any moment. Abbott's fingers dug into the crack of Debbie's ass while she squeezed his balls. The air was filled with the aroma of raw sex. The desk on which Debbie writhed rattled from its burden. The sounds and smells of fucking had turned the small office into a steamy chamber of lust.
"I'm coming!" Debbie screamed.
"Me, too . . . in just a second," Abbott rasped. "My cock's gonna shoot more cum than even your cunt can hold. My goddamn jizz'll be running down your legs before my prick's through blowing."
"Don't tell me about it. Do it!" Debbie cried. "Come in my pussy! Drown my cunt! Blast that jizz, stud!" "Hold on!"
Abbott grunted three times. Then his cock erupted. His prick was like a ten-inch volcano, spewing white, creamy lava into Debbie's thirsty, clutching pussy.
"Aaaahhh, it's hot," Debbie moaned as the detective's jizz swamped her fuck-hole. "So thick and sticky."
Debbie's legs still hung over Abbott's shoulders. She was climaxing along with him, matching his spurts of cum with bucking crotch-spasms.
When the detective finished creaming, he pulled his dripping cock from Debbie's twat. But Debbie kept right on coming, grinding her thumb against her clit. Her just-fucked pussy oozed Abbott's jism, spilling it into the split of her ass.
"Jesus, look at you," Abbott sighed while he watched Debbie get off. "You'll just never be able to get enough. I've balled switched-on dames before, but you're in a class by yourself, Baby."
"Mmmmm, shit, I'm flying," Debbie murmured, her ass squirming.
She wasn't just fingering her cunt anymore. She was smearing the leaking jizz all around, especially down into her butt. Her asshole got a thorough greasing with the sticky cum. Abbott didn't know it yet, but Debbie was planning ahead.
She rolled onto her stomach and hung her head over the far edge of the desk. Her butt rose in the air, its globes parted. There, glistening with lubricating cum, was her asshole, round and throbbing..
"Fuck me in the ass," Debbie said matter-of-factly.
Reaching behind, she slid a couple of lingers into her gooey asshole, sloshing them around in the jizz-greased channel.
"See how easy it'll be when you stick your cock inside my ass?" Debbie called back to Abbott. "Your prick'll just slide right in to the hilt. No strain. You can butt-fuck me to your balls without even trying."
"I repeat what I said," Abbott grinned, shaking his head in awe. "You're in a class by yourself, Baby."
"Like my ass, stud?" Debbie coyly mewed.
"Wars have been fought over less," Abbott chuckled, stroking his prick.
"How hard is your cock, private eye?" Debbie asked.
"Try granite," Abbott proudly stated. "Throbbing granite. Your ass is gonna love taking it."
"Then stick it in. Fuck my ass!"
"With distinct pleasure, Baby."
Abbott guided the knob of his prick to Debbie's asshole. With the tip of his dick centered in the small female opening, the detective hurtled his crotch forward and slid his cock easily up the greasy canal.
"Oooof! That's it ... I'm in all the way," Abbott grunted when his cock was buried. His crotch was flush against Debbie's asscheeks.
"Ahhhh, your cock is so deep in my ass," Debbie groaned. "Deep . . . deep . . . dee-eeep."
Debbie's shithole was so moist that Abbott could fuck it just as though it were her cunt. He could slide his dick in and out and back and forth with the greatest of ease.
"This is going to make me come so much," Debbie swooned. "Just keep moving your big cock in my ass, stud."
"Couldn't stop fucking you with a gun at my head," Abbott panted.
His stiff prick pumped in and out of Debbie's slick asshole, its thrusts ten inches deep. Debbie's bowels gurgled from the repeated impact of the cock-surges. The head of Abbott's prick plunged into the hot mass of her shit, creating inner turmoil.
"Oooooh, fuck my shit," Debbie raunchily rasped;
Then she came. Climaxed like she was hanging on to the tail of a comet. Soaring, really.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she yelped, "this is too much! More! MORE!"
Abbott gave it to her. He was butt-fucking her nonstop. And Debbie kept right on coming.
"I'm getting off twice as much as when you fucked my cunt!" she exclaimed. "Triple it, stud, ram my ass with your huge prick!"
"Gonna come myself," Abbott revealed in a rush.
"Mmmmm, the best thing that can happen," Debbie answered, her voice lowering into a throaty register. "Yes, I love it. All that hot, gooey cum shooting from your big cock into my ass. That'll give me all the action I need for a super-climax."
"Well, here you go, Baby," Abbott puffed, as his cock took a final plunge into the depths of Debbie's ass. "I'm . . . I'm commm-iiinnnnggg! Ahhhhhhh!"
"So hot! Your cum's so hot!" Debbie cried, reacting to the scalding invasion of her ass. "I can feel your jizz mixing with my shit. Jesus, I'm rumbling like a volcano inside. It's fantastic!"
All Abbott could do was gasp in reply. He was breathless with orgasm as his ass-hitched cock finished its creamy spurting.
When his prick was drained, the detective collapsed on top of Debbie. His cock was still in Debbie's ass, but it had turned to flab. Debbie didn't mind--just so long as she had a prick in her butt, she could make do.
She stuffed her fingers into her cunt, reaching up to massage Abbott's tired prick through the thin wall between pussy and ass. The detective's dick stirred.
"Christ," Abbott wheezed, "I don't believe you're real. You actually think you can make me fuck you again."
"Can't I?" Debbie purred.
"I wouldn't bet against it," Abbott sighed.
The detective's body gradually shed its fatigue, following the example of his growing prick. Abbott gripped Debbie's tits, catching the nipples between his fingers and giving them each a pinch.
Squealing from the welcome pain in her tits, Debbie teased Abbott, "Well, look who just rose from the dead." Then she got serious.
"That's it, stud," she practically growled, a bitch in heat. "Get a little rough. Things have been so smooth. Make me suffer. Hurt me!"
The next twist of Debbie's nipples was savage. Abbott obviously enjoyed dishing out the pain--his cock lurched into hardness within Debbie's grateful ass.
"Tear me up! Punish my ass!" Debbie wailed. "I'm going to come again already!"
And so she climaxed once more. And Abbott, who'd apparently been too tired to fuck anymore just moments before, tirelessly jackhammered his revived hard-on up her asshole. When he finally shot his wad, his cum would be hotter, thicker and even more plentiful than before.
When the balling was finally over, Debbie would not have to mention Abbott's earlier threat of going to the police with the evidence that proved Frank was the Ridgecrest Rapist. Her confidence in her powers of persuasion was solid. All she would have to do to keep Abbott in check was to show up in his office every couple of weeks with hot pants.
When she was dressed and ready to leave, Debbie told Abbott, "I'll see you around the first of the month. Be looking for some steam on your window, and it'll be me, stud, hungry for your big cock fucking me in the mouth, cunt and ass."
"Shit, I'll be here. I'm not going anyplace," the detective sighed, grabbing a cigarette. "You can make book on it, Baby."
Before she left Abbott's office, Debbie snatched up the incriminating pictures of Frank without comment and slipped them into her purse. Then she swung out the door, treating Abbott to a final wiggle of her ass.
"Bye-bye, tiger," she trilled over her shoulder, and was gone.
An hour later, after a final look at them, Debbie put a match to the photos of Frank raping his victim in the park. Since they were Polaroids, there were no negatives to worry about.
Now Debbie sat and smoked in her favorite chair, sipping hot, black coffee as she thought. Thought about what she was going to do next. She had complete trust in her command of the situation. It would be a shame, she reasoned, not to take full advantage of her position.