Chapter 6
The fantastic session with Frank changed everything. However, as wonderful as it had been during the actual fucking, the aftermath brought doubt. Debbie found herself troubled by serious questions about her marriage, questions she had never raised when she was the only one fooling around on the side, but which were unavoidable now that she suspected Frank of cheating. And she had no choice but to suspect him, no matter how gloriously he had fucked her in the mouth, cunt and ass the night before.
Before now Debbie had seen her marriage as a convenient prop. Now, unexpectedly, she found herself really caring about the vows she and Frank had taken to be faithful to one another.
"Might as well face it," she told herself, "I'm jealous." The fact was that she just couldn't stand the idea of Frank fucking some other woman with the same passion that he had balled her the previous evening.
In the past Debbie had responded to stress by putting the make on the first strange man who came her way. But it was suddenly no longer that easy. She found herself wanting answers now, not just pleasure. For the first time in her marriage, Debbie found herself concentrating more on her husband than on herself.
She searched Frank's belongings, looking for some clue to his extramarital activity. She found nothing. However, this just heightened her suspicion, since she quickly convinced herself that Frank was covering up. Perhaps, she suggested to herself, that accounted for his super-fucking. He could have been trying to distract her from fitting the pieces of the puzzle of his infidelity together.
"I've got to know," Debbie vowed.
Moments later, she was leafing through the yellow pages of the telephone book.
"Here it is," she said. "Private Investigators."
She called the first one that caught her eye, up near the top of the column--Lew Abbott, Confidential Inquiries.
Sure, Abbott told Debbie after she outlined her problem, he could put a tail on her husband. "Domestic difficulties" were his specialty. Why didn't she come down to his office to fill him in on the details? She should bring a recent photograph. The fee was fifty dollars a day plus legitimate expenses. Visa or Master Charge would be all right.
Lew Abbott's office was out of an old private eye movie. As she heard her heels click along the gloomy corridor of the threadbare walk-up where Lew Abbott did business on the fourth floor, Debbie half-expected to see a reincarnation of Bogart.
"Come on in. Nothing's stopping you," he called in a voice that carried like rasping sandpaper when she knocked on his office door.
Debbie entered. There was a waiting room, but it reappeared as if its only function was collecting dust. Abbott was waiting on the other side of the next door, a B-movie character come to life.
He was sprawled in a chair, feet on the desk, holes in his shoes. With his snap-brim fedora shadowing his shifty eyes, he was smoking an un-filtered cigarette and treating himself to a tumbler of whiskey. His office reeked with a gritty masculine smell.
The instant Debbie laid eyes on Abbott she forgot all about why she had come to see him. She was immediately hooked.
"You're the dame who called, huh?" Abbott said out of the corner of his mouth, the stub of his cigarette dangling from the other side. "The one with the husband who's fooling around, right?"
"Y-yes," Debbie stammered self-consciously, but she really wasn't all that aware of the question she had just answered. She would have said yes to anything in this man's presence.
Abbott pushed his hat back on his head and ground put his cigarette in an ashtray. His black eyes changed expression--from shifty to piercing. Debbie felt naked under his gaze. Her cunt moistened and itched from the sensation.
"Have a seat," Abbott said, gesturing to the cracked vinyl chair in front of his tacky desk.
Debbie sat down. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and when they came to rest, the hem of her skirt was somewhere up around her thighs and her knees were apart. She could feel her pussy throbbing, getting damper by the second.
A few moments of conversation followed, but Debbie couldn't get a fix on any of it. The masculine aroma of tobacco, cheap whiskey and sweat turned her on to the point where her pussy was sopping wet.
Abbott was obviously a man's man. He didn't beat around the bush.
"You've got nice legs," he leered, his eyes caressing Debbie's exposed thighs.
"That's not all I've got," Debbie answered boldly.
"Oh, yeah?" Abbott smirked. "How about that."
"Yes, indeed, how about that," Debbie purred. She placed her hands in her lap and curled the hem of her skirt up even farther.
Abbott arose from behind his desk, tossing his hat away to reveal a full head of dark, curly hair. Although short and wiry, he was powerful looking. That impression was strongly enhanced by the bulge in his pants. He had a hard-on. Debbie guessed his cock was a minimum of ten inches.
As Abbott came around from behind his desk, Debbie left her chair. They met in the middle of the room. There were no preliminaries. They embraced at once, their mouths locked in a deep, tonguing kiss, and Abbott's knee crammed in Debbie's throbbing crotch.
"I don't believe this is really happening," Debbie gasped when the kiss was broken.
"It is, baby, believe me it is," Abbott said.
"Oooooh, that's good," Debbie moaned uncontrollably as Abbott's fingers reached her crotch, slipping immediately inside her panties to dig into her wet pussy.
Now Abbott's other hand went to work unbuttoning Debbie's blouse.
Debbie just stood there, hot all over and panting with lust. She had never wanted to fuck anybody as much as she did Lew Abbott. Nothing else mattered at the moment.
When he had her blouse undone and untucked, Abbott forced Debbie back into the chair. He stripped her all the way down with swift efficiency, flinging her clothes in the corner.
"I like you naked," he stated with stark simplicity, then began undressing himself.
"No, no, let me do it," Debbie gasped, pushing Abbott's hand away from his fly.
She unzipped his pants and dug inside. His cock bristled in her grip as she pulled it out. She put the head in her mouth and hungrily sucked. At the same time she got rid of Abbott's pants and shirt.
"Eat it, Baby, eat my dick," the detective grunted as Debbie went down on his stiff joint.
His prick was huge, even bigger than Debbie had anticipated. As adept as she was at cocksucking, it was still a struggle for her to swallow Abbott's entire hard-on. But she did it. She would never have been able to forgive herself if she didn't deep-throat a prick as magnificent as this one.
Once his cock was stuffing Debbie's mouth, Abbott turned up the heat. With a fistful of her long, brown hair, ,he jerked Debbie's face flush against his crotch and ground his hips in her face. There was never any pretense of a blow-job. This was a mouth-fuck.
"Yeah, you like it, don't you, Baby?" the detective rasped. "You like getting mouth-fucked about as much as you like breathing."
As she sucked Abbott's huge prick to its root, Debbie was hit by a sensation she had never experienced under thes circumstances. It was incredible, but she actually sensed she might come. It was as if she had an extra clit in her throat. The more Abbott mouth-fucked her, the closer to a climax she seemed to get.
She couldn't really climax from a cock in her mouth, she tried to tell herself--it was just her imagination. But her senses did not lie. An orally induced orgasm was on its way, no matter how improbable it might seem. Or at least that's what Debbie genuinely believed. It came, and it was different from the shuddering orgasms she usually experienced, but Debbie was sure it was a true climax nonetheless.
And then there was the icing on the cake. For Abbott's big cock abruptly gushed its hot load in her mouth.
Debbie thirstily gulped the detective's spurting jism down her throat. Abbott's cum was thick and sticky, and there was plenty of it.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," Abbott hissed. "Lap it up. Every drop of my cum."
By this time the detective's prick had stopped pumping jizz, but it was still hard and continued fucking Debbie's mouth. Abbott's cock-head shoved the cum down her throat like a plunger even though Debbie could have swallowed it on her own. Abbott clearly knew the value of treating his women rough.
At last, when he was convinced Debbie had sucked up all of his cum, Abbott ended the mouth-fuck. Now he guided his cock-head down Debbie's naked body as she sat in the chair. He stopped at her tits, tracing the pink ovals of her nipples with the tip of his big dick. All at once Debbie was finding out Abbott could be gentle too.
The detective rubbed the throbbing shaft of his prick against the side of one of Debbie's tits, then treated the other jug to a cock-rub. Debbie bit her lip from the intense pleasure she felt.
"Oh, do it to me . . . do it to me," Debbie moaned. "Please fuck me."
"Put your legs up, Baby, feet on the chair," Abbott said.
Debbie excitedly did as she was told. She hadn't sat in a chair like this with her legs all the way up since she was a little girl, when her mother was always nagging her about showing off her underpants. This time around she was grown up and naked, and what showed was the hairy gash of her wide-open cunt.
"Nice pussy," Abbott commented as he fingered the slit.
He brought his finger to his mouth and tasted the pussy juice.
"And sweet," he grinned.
He knelt down and kissed Debbie's cunt. She swooned with instant orgasm, coming in Abbott's face.
"And wet," the detective grinned some more as he stood up again, his lips glistening with the honey from Debbie's sopping twat.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Debbie begged. "I need your big cock inside my pussy!"
"Okay, Baby, you got it," Abbott said.
His prick was in his hand and aimed at Debbie's twat as he positioned his agile body for a fuck. Contact was made. His cock-head slipped between Debbie's pussy lips and into her cunt.
"Mmmmm, feels so good," Debbie responded, her voice a smoky wheeze. "Now stick it in my pussy all the way. Fuck me with your whole cock."
Rather than crashing forward, the detective's rigid prick slid up the canal of Debbie's cunt with smoothness. When Abbott's cock had traveled the full route of Debbie's twat, the muscles of her pussy reflexively clamped down.
"That's right, turn it on," Abbott reacted to the pressure on his cock from Debbie's cunt. "Squeeze my prick good. The better you do it, the more cum I'll shoot in your pussy."
"Mmmmm, whatever you say, stud," Debbie moaned in reply.
She cinched her pussy muscles even more powerfully, and her twat was so congested that Abbott didn't have much space in which to move his cock.
But his thrusting produced so much friction that both became more excited.
"You've got me coming," Debbie announced, wriggling her ass so that her buns spilled over the edge of the chair. At the same time she slung her arms around Abbott's neck in case her balance wavered during her orgasmic tremors.
"I've fucked a lot of women in this office, but, Baby, you're the best," Abbott rasped as he twisted his cock-head in the depths of Debbie's cunt.
"And I'll bet you say that to every one of them," Debbie teased.
"No," Abbott laughed, showing his strong teeth, "detective's honor. You take "the prize, Sweetheart."
"I'm still not sure whether you're putting me on, but flattery will get you everywhere," Debbie sighed. "Want to know how I rate you?"
"Sure."
"Come in me first, then I'll tell you," Debbie coyly purred.
"It won't be any problem, not with a cunt that squeezes like yours, Baby," Abbott replied, then went to work on getting his dick to shoot.
His cock-thrusts increased in intensity and his hard-on was white-hot.
"I'm coming again!" Debbie shrieked. "This time's so strong it makes it seem like the last time didn't happen! Christ, it's good!"
"Wait until you get a cuntful of my cum," Abbott said through clenched teeth as he bucked with his crotch so that his cock hammered Debbie's fuck-hole.
"That's just it, I can't wait!" Debbie cried. "Ooooooh, God, Abbott, my cunt wants your hot cum so bad! Shoot it into me with your huge cock! My pussy's so thirsty! Flood my twat with your beautiful, wet jizz!"
With one last surge of his cock, burying it in Debbie's deep twat, Abbott's prick exploded with scalding jism. He scooped his hands up under Debbie's ass and lifted her into the air, holding her aloft to fuck her standing up.
While she clung in midair to Abbott, Debbie's cunt took burst after burst of the detective's cum. It was even stickier and thicker in her pussy than it had been when Abbott fucked her in the mouth. And there was more of it.
"So much ... so much jizz in my cunt," Debbie groaned.
Abbott's cum was already leaking, dripping to the floor from Debbie's cock-filled pussy. And yet still it spurted within her. And even when the spurting stopped, his cock continued to dribble starchy globs of cockcream. By now Debbie's cunt was leaking more jism than it was holding.
His wad shot, Abbott set Debbie back into the chair, removing his drained cock from her sopping cunt. For the first time since Debbie had laid eyes on it, the detective's prick was at half-mast.
"Too bad," Debbie sighed at the sight of the detective's drooping cock. "I could go 'round another time."
"See what you can do, Babe," Abbott smirked. "Appearances can be deceiving, you know."
He held out his flagging cock toward Debbie. She was off the chair and immediately on her knees. She expertly sucked the detective's prick and massaged his balls. Stiffness returned to Abbott's cock but it still wasn't totally stiff, so Debbie stabbed a pair of fingers up his asshole.
Abbott's prick responded with a lurch. It was a hard-on again, an erotic muscle flexed to the ultimate.
"I knew you'd get my cock up, but I didn't think you'd do it so fast," Abbott said.
Debbie couldn't speak with a mouthful of dick. Her lips slid up and down the shaft of Abbott's boner while her tongue tickled his cock-head. At the same time her fingers remained in his asshole, rhythmically stabbing.
If anything, the detective's prick was even stiffer than before. Excited by her flawless cock sucking, Abbott had the urge to fuck Debbie in the mouth again. But she wouldn't let him take over. This was her blow-job. She was in charge.
"Okay, baby . . . have it your way," Abbott puffed. "What man in his right mind's gonna argue with you? Suck it, suck my prick, suck it your way."
Debbie did just that. She was playing a four-part symphony on Abbott's cock with her lips, tongue, teeth and gums.
Before long, Debbie varied the blow-job to include more than just Abbott's cock. She released that turgid, organ to take both of the detective's balls in her mouth and suck them until spit drooled down her chin.
Debbie had miscalculated. She had intended to resume eating Abbott's cock before he came, but his hard-on erupted ahead of schedule. The results were sloppy.
"Can't hold it in!" the detective blurted as his cock started squirting.
The first blast of cum splashed into Debbie's hair. Swiftly adjusting to the situation, Debbie released her mouth from Abbott's churning balls and took his spewing hard-on in hand, manipulating it so she could take its jizz all over.
First she let her face be coated with cockcream. Then she lowered the gushing cock-head toward her tits, shaking her jugs and criss-crossing them with silvery streams of hot jism.
When Abbott's prick slowed to a trickle, Debbie pushed the oozing cock-head against one nipple, then the other, and turned the erect buds of tit-flesh from pink to white.
"What a woman," Abbott sighed as the slit of his cock-head was penetrated by the tip of a spiked nipple.
"I try," Debbie answered.
"That's just the half of it, baby. The main thing you do is produce," the detective said. "If I solved my cases the way you got my cock up that last time, I'd have a whole chain of agencies."
"If you had a chain of agencies," Debbie chuckled, "then you might not be there to give me your, uh, personal attention when I walked in with my sad tale. "I'll take it this way, thanks."
"Yeah, guess you're right," Abbott grinned. "So now that I've fucked you, what else can I do for you? No charge. Seems to me I owe you a favor."
"Well ..."
"Put your clothes back on before you give me the details, Doll," Abbott laughed, stooping down for his own pants. "Something tells me that's the only way we're going to get anything done except more fucking."
"Check," Debbie laughed too, admiring the detective's clear understanding. She was sure she had come to the right place, in more ways than one.