Chapter 7
I was shocked after getting my facts straight. Jesus! I was almost embarrassed to call myself a private eye.
Rob wasn't upstairs when I left Mike and Debra. I balled my fist in frustration. The little bastard gave me the slip. It figured he was waiting for just the chance to hitch a ride to Hollywood once again. His desire to be a movie star outweighed taking the ropes of his father's business. I wished I'd had an opportunity like that, instead of chasing after wanna-bes and crooks. His father was going to be pissed at the both of us.
I couldn't let the issue of Rob sabotage my mission. My first course of action was to give Gus a call.
"What?" he gasped over the line, after ten minutes of my painting a far different picture than the one in circulation. This new version collectively challenged our thinking. "I would have never guessed."
"Exactly my reaction. Mike isn't the bad guy."
"So he says."
"I believe him."
"Why? Because he fucked you?" My eyes narrowed. "Let's leave my pussy out of it."
"Ha. You wish."
"Look, I don't have time to talk shit with you. Give me the phone number of Deb's brother. I've got to check this out."
"Sorry, Honey, I can't."
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because he isn't here. He flew to Vegas to talk to his sister. He's worried about her."
"You mean-he's here?"
"Or somewhere reasonably close."
My eyes blinked. "I think I know where. Can't talk. I'll catch you later."
"Hey, wait-"
I slammed down the phone, cutting off his plea. I wasn't going to spare another moment, not when I was so close to solving this case.
I was at Jazz's front door and lightly knocked. Hmmmmmm, no answer. I saw the bell, but refrained from using it. I wondered if she was home. Since Luke was still at the club, I didn't have a clue who stuck around.
Soft, muffled cries sounded from the other side. There could be no mistake: Jazz had company.
I tried the knob. It turned easily in my grasp and the door swung open.
What I saw made me drop my bag.
"Bring it here," Jazz panted, widening her lips. "Oh, yes, mmmmmmm."
She was naked, her magnificent body draped across the bed. A man, completely nude, was clutching her brass headboard, lowering himself to her face. I watched as his enormous cock entered her mouth. It was large in terms of length and width. God! Jazz devoured him quickly, wiping him with spit. Her moist lips surrounded him, gobbling him to the base. I couldn't believe the amount she took. It was as though his dimensions presented little imposition for her.
The man's eyes rolled up in their sockets as she sucked on his dick. No other action seemed to provide more satisfaction than having Jazz eat him. He reared back, dragging his huge cock from her lips. Saliva glistened from his shaft as he slid from her agonizing compression, then drove forward with lustful intent. He crammed all but his balls into her tightened opening. "Christ, oh baby, suck on that thing. Yeah, swallow me whole, take that cock into your throat. Jesus, that feels great. You know how it's done, yeah."
I watched his buttocks flex as he pumped her face. Jazz's fingers caught the backs of his hairy thighs, clawing the wiry wisps that flanked them. She let out a passionate moan-the same evoked seconds before-as she fed upon him. Her head tilted back, her dark mane spilling past rounded shoulders. Her big tits swelled, nipples erect, as she effected her hungry posture.
To my knowledge, she had no idea I was there. I was an aroused bystander, witnessing something so compelling I couldn't have broken my stare for even a moment. I wanted to view every exciting detail as it unraveled.
The man sawing his dick back and forth through her sweet pucker was equally oblivious to my presence. He was too engrossed in the sensations Jazz lavished upon him.
It didn't take a genius to guess who Jazz was blowing. Deb's brother had paid my friend a visit. Right now, he was giving her quite a mouthful.
"Yeah, let me feel that hot tongue, lap my cock, soak my dick in your mouth, cover it with your tingling saliva. Oh, baby, suck hard on it, eat that thing. Wrap your mouth around it, make your lips tight. Squeeze it. Squeeze it with your sexy lips. Yeah, blow me. Yeah, baby, blow me. Eat me good. Oh, baby, go down on it. Take it all the way down your throat."
Jazz was obedient. She indulged him with lazy slurps and tickling licks. His shaft disappeared into her mouth with an eager thrust. She accepted every inch he could cram into her. He groaned as she managed to hide more than he anticipated. A flash of tongue preceded her intake. Jazz lapped his throbbing flesh, circling the bulbous head several times before claiming it. She elicited groans and shudders from the man, visibly pleased at his feverish response. Her cheeks bulged with cock as he sank his entire thing into her face. She held him fast, her moist lips clinging to him for several suck-filled moments before releasing him. He retreated, shaking, but not all of him. Jazz would not allow his bloated crown to leave her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured huskily, remaining attached to his dick.
"Yes, oh, yes," he replied, distinctly glad to keep that part of him submerged in her saliva-rich warmth. He rewarded her with several intense seconds of pumping. He worked his cock through the tightness of her narrowed lips. Jazz rubbed the taut skin of his dick frantically with her mouth, heavily involved in the fuss. "Uhhhhhh, oh, baby, uhhhhhhh."
I couldn't get over their inflamed activity. I swallowed roughly. Every cell in my body buzzed with pleasure. If I had any reservations about her exclusively liking girls, they were immediately cancelled. Jazz enjoyed stuffing her face with him. Her true preference was shown in every slurp, every nibble. Her mouth wove in a fluent pattern-taking and releasing-making that stiff cock vanish then reemerge drenched with spit. Jazz must have tremendous experience in perfecting her style.
I saw how Jazz embraced his hairy ass cheeks as she assisted in his riding her face. She was raking his flesh with her nails while he methodically fucked her mouth. Her breathless pants and gorging of cock made me twitch with excitement. Her feverish encouragement was stimulating. I stood, restless to participate.
It didn't matter what this girl was capable of. After speaking with Debra and Mike, I knew she had genuine cunning. That facet to her character aroused me. The more I knew, the more drawn to her I was.
Deb's brother looked distinguished-his dark hair receding and sparse, peppered with gray; his mustache cultured; his expression virile. He was handsome, even exceedingly rugged at the height of arousal. I estimated his age to be in the mid-forties. His trim, naked body flexed above Jazz, feeding her his swollen member. He made the transition-at least in my opinion-from polished gentleman to seething lothario. His behavior stirred me, the results of which were unmistakable. I was getting wet from watching him, and my pussy tightened automatically. It was as though I was physically preparing myself for my turn with him.
The man threw his head back and howled in delight. He couldn't get enough of Jazz's mouth. From the tremor of his hips, I noticed how he strained to fit another inch or two between those clasping lips of hers.
Jazz grabbed his hair-roughened wrists, reacting from the infusion of lust. From there, she cupped his ass, pulling him toward her face. Anxiously, she gulped down his cock, eating it as though nothing else existed that could appease her hunger. She sighed as she swallowed him.
"God, you've got me rock-hard. Can't you taste how stiff it is, doll? Yeah, go down on me, tongue that shaft. I'm so fucking excited. Open that mouth, baby, it's all for you. Yeah, eat me, suck my dick. Suck it with all you've got. You want me to cum, don't you, doll? You want that creamy white goo pouring down your throat. I've got a whole lot saved, just waiting to pump. Yeah, keep sucking and you'll make it squirt. Keep mouthing it. Wipe your lips all over it. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Suck it hard, baby, hard-oh, yeah. Can't wait to sit on it, eh? I want to slide into that pussy. I want to fuck you for a while with it, make you feel how stiff it got. I'll keep shoving it into your pussy until you cum. Yeah. Uhhhhhhhh."
Jazz's fingertips dug into his ass. She dragged him as close to her as possible, downing his enormous shaft in a single swallow.
In the midst of his abandoned stream, he caught sight of me. My existence certainly didn't reduce his frenzied pace. If anything, I seemed to spur a new urge. He sent his cock into Jazz, letting out a groan as she fought to capture it whole.
"Hey, baby, looks like we got company."
Jazz's eyes shifted into my direction. Without missing a beat, she detached her mouth from the fiercely sucked head. Her drool trickled down the erect shaft. Having removed her lips, she took his cock in her fist and stroked it. Her excess saliva functioned as a lubricant.
"Honey," she gulped, "you're back. I thought you went to the club."
"I did-but Deb gave me the slip." My eyes flashed at her partner. There were sparks of attraction.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" the man prompted.
"Of course. How silly of me. Honey, this is Peter Hargrove, Deb's brother. He just came into town, checking on his sister."
"It seems you two share something in common," I cracked, nodding to the stiff cock in her hand. Jazz absently pumped it, oblivious to her actions.
Jazz couldn't argue the fact. "Peter and I are old friends."
I wondered if he knew she had sex with his sister, too. Jazz was slick. You wouldn't know it for a second. She also had a talent for switching gears in mid-stream. I had to give her credit.
"Is this the private eye I hired?" he mused.
Jazz smiled. "She certainly is."
"It's nice to see what my money is paying for," he muttered, gazing at me-from top to bottom. I shivered under his prolonged surveillance.
It was difficult to endure an introduction while that person's cock was getting fondled. He never lost a bit of his ample hardness the entire length of our conversation. It pulsated madly in Jazz's grip. "I understand you run a very successful business, Mr. Hargrove."
"Call me Peter, please. After all," he guffawed, "we've nothing to hide around here."
My eyes couldn't leave his cock. "That name sort of fits, hmmmmmmmm?"
Jazz looked somewhat uncomfortable. Female intuition told me she wasn't crazy about me stumbling upon them. She couldn't very well throw me out, either, now that Peter had taken a gander at my sexy body. A three-way was definitely to his liking. Keeping my mind on what hung between his legs wouldn't have been a problem if I wasn't bombarded with thoughts of Jazz.
I am, however, a professional in my field. Deception is one of my many talents-or so I would like to believe.
His eyes roamed the curves of my body. He appeared to like what he saw. My tits seemed to be his preference-he stared at them with shameless delight. The way they jutted from my blouse, huge and inviting, very-likely tempted him. I've always felt more than adequately compensated by nature.
He wasn't in the least embarrassed for me to view his cock. There was almost an arrogance about his equipment. I received the impression he wanted me to check it out while digesting my reaction. I would never have taken Debra's brother to be such a stud; when Gus first spoke of him, I expected him to be mild-mannered. Of course, now that I had put in the number of hours I had into this case, nothing was as it seemed.
"Why don't you join us, Honey?" Jazz invited, interpreting Peter's signals. "Let's work on him together."
I had just done this less than an hour ago, with Mike and Debra. Three-ways were getting popular.
I couldn't say Peter was any less riveting; he definitely engaged my curiosity. Perhaps I could question them while in the heat of excitement; that might provide answers I wouldn't normally obtain while they were in a sober frame of mind.
"Sure," I sighed, strolling over to them. "It's been ages since I've been with a man." I should have gotten an Oscar for my performance; I managed to say it with a straight face, pulling it off without a hitch.
I looked on as Jazz disclosed the extent of her oral skills. Her mouth rippled over Peter's bulbous cockhead. A glimmer of her darting tongue aroused me, flicking about its compact rim. She captured more of his length in her second descent, increasing the amount with each successive dip of her head. I watched as she worked that throbbing mass into her mouth-taking all she could until finally gorging herself of the entire shaft. Jazz displayed no signs of gagging-Peter's cock was completely swallowed. Her lips strained to include his tight balls in her saliva-dripping embrace.
"Christ," Peter groaned, lifting himself to meet Jazz's hot suck. He clamped her head to guide her snug lips over the areas that pleased him most. High and low she dragged her face, absorbing a cock that was thick and large. "Oh, yeah, baby, suck it good. Suck my dick, put it down your throat. Get it all, that's it. Oh, yeah, oh baby. Eat that thing, take it whole."
"Mmmmmmm," Jazz purred, sucking on it. Her serviceable lips rippled over its pulsating surface, making his enormous member disappear.
I was too aroused to move-not even a fraction. What Jazz did to Peter was far more arousing to me than I realized. I remembered the attachment of her lips, the racing excitement, and agonizing submission. Ohhhhhhhhh. That cock of Peter's made me hungry. I wanted my chance to lick it, to taste him from tip to base, feeling that dick throb against my lips.
I slid next to her, between his legs. That big thing stuck right in our faces. My tongue reached anxiously for it, dabbing saliva at the head while Jazz cruised to his balls with a trail of electrifying vibration.
"Give me some," I moaned.
Jazz released him from her oral clench. Her spit trickled down his shaft. I breathed deeply, seeing how her sucks had changed the color of his cock to its inflamed hue. I put my mouth over him and gave it everything I had. Mmmmmmmmmmm. My lips pulled hungrily, tasting him and Jazz in one ambitious swallow. I took him down my throat, crushing him with my lips. I felt him tremble and groan as I held him in that hot, wet pit, letting his dick soak in a pool of warmth and saliva. When I came up for air, Peter was shaking.
"Oh, Jesus," he gasped when I broke the connection. Bubbles of spit snapped on his bulbous head just as my lips freed him.
Jazz, not to be outdone, opened her mouth wide and gorged herself. Her swirling lips descended his steep shaft, devouring it as though it were a delicacy. Her faint sigh of contentment stirred me. She was so heavily involved in blowing Peter that she paid little attention to my mounting fascination.
I was totally observant of every slurp, gasp and tremor that took place. I was highly aroused by the way Peter balled his fists, then elevated his groin to Jazz's face. Not a single detail escaped me. I was chiefly drawn to Peter's expression as Jazz ate him-his ruggedly handsome face was marred by contortions of ecstasy. Jazz fastened her lips in a pleasure-giving vise, scaling that large cock, then plunging until it was fully consumed. Peter shuddered after becoming orally embedded.
Sitting inches from this unfolding passion gave me a wet pussy. I quivered as moisture oozed from my cunt lips.
Peter stared hungrily at me as Jazz sucked his dick. He invited me to gaze at his excited thing as it was gobbled. I'm sure he realized how horny this got me.
"Want more?" he offered.
Before my thoughts could register, Peter slid his hand up my skirt. Being situated within reaching distance, he executed this maneuver with startling precision. He clamped my mound and rubbed. The pressure of his thumb to my clit provided me a quick thrill.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I cried out, writhing in his grasp. Peter wasn't to have me simply twist and whimper-he decided to compound the stimulation. He slipped my tit out of my blouse. Initially, I assumed he wanted to see if my nipples had stiffened, but Peter was far more devious than that. He pulled me to him and began sucking my tit. His tongue vibrated against me until I lost control. Between his suctioning mouth and fondling hand, I was in heaven.
Jazz made no comment, nor attempted to restrain him. She sucked his cock with unstoppable force, consuming his throbbing bulk in a continuous gulp.
"Ohhhhhh, oh, God," I moaned as he sucked my tits. I threw my head back and cried out as waves of desire swam through me. I cradled his head to my chest, encouraging him to tongue my erect nipples. He seduced me with his mouth. Those relentless licks made me pant. I wanted to fuck him. Christ, how I wanted that big cock.
Peter was aware of that-but he hardly appeared satisfied in that knowledge. He wanted to make me cum with his fingers. He kept jiggling my clit, pressing into its joyful hardness. He knew where it was beneath my panties-he didn't have to look. My panties got damper by the second, a wet spot darkening the silk fabric. I glimpsed the position of his thumb, gazing at it as it moved back and forth, propelling me to new heights. I didn't want it to stop-not even for a second.
"Your friend is pretty hot," Peter remarked, lifting himself from my well-sucked nipple. His spit dribbled along my tit. "Maybe she wants to fuck." He bent over to me. "What do you say, baby?" he whispered in my ear. "Feel like it? I'll satisfy you better than any man you've ever had."
I was tingling all over. God, I really got juicy from that deep masculine register. All I could think about was how he'd made me moan with his cockfeeling it stroke my pussy, wedged against my hard clit, teasing me to orgasm. It didn't matter that I had been fucked so much already; I definitely wanted to include Peter in my stud collection.
His fingers dug into the space between my legs. That wet spot had gotten bigger. He made the sweetest contact with my clit. I thought I was going to cum any second. Peter wasn't going to stop until me made me cream.
"It'll feel so good, baby, when it's all inside," he muttered, his voice thickening. "Oh, yeah, my big dick is going to give you so much pleasure, pumping you so deep, it'll make you cum and cum. What do you say, baby? Let's fuck, huh?"
I couldn't utter a syllable past the lump that formed in my throat. Peter didn't require a verbal response. All I had to do was open my legs for him and offer my hot, slippery cunt.
Yet I felt like giving him some pussy. I wanted to sit on that hard dick, thinking about the thrill to be had.
Jazz took her mouth off Peter's cock. "You can't fuck her, baby. You haven't done me first."
He took his cock in his fist, running up and down its length. "Let me fuck her first, baby. She's been without it for a long time."
The size of his thing intrigued me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "Yes," I sighed. "Fuck me."
"It'll be the best you ever had." He pulled me close. I could feel his breath, his tremors of desire. "I want you to enjoy it."
Jazz took swift measures to diminish the intensity of the moment. She lowered her face to Peter's cock. Her lips widened and in a flash, she had him in a deep suck.
"Oh, yeah." His eyes glazed over as he endured that saliva-drenched descent of Jazz's mouth. She swallowed his cock with ease. Her lips dipped to his thick trunk, then rose to the bloated head. She kept that part submerged, sucking it with all she had. Her mouth never ceased in its feverish undertaking, gulping cock down her throat, then letting it reemerge with drool spilling along its throbbing stretch. "Oh, yeah, baby, suck it, suck on it. Eat me, roll your hot tongue all over it. Make me cum with your sweet mouth."
Jazz put forth a concerted effort to have him erupt. "Mmmmmmmm," she sobbed, making the skin of his cock slick. She became feverishly enthusiastic gorging herself, and appeared determined to maintain that pace until he filled her mouth with his hot goo.
What a stingy bitch! She invited me into bed with them, then hogged that cock all to herself.
Peter dragged me to his face. His mouth covered my nipple to vent the most pleasurable suck yet. I moaned as he devoured my tit. His thumb worked my clit, rotating the soaked spot in my panties. The friction he afforded me went beyond teasing stimulation-he rubbed me clearly with the intention to make me cum.
"Ohhhhhhh," I crooned, his pace dizzying. "Oh, my God, ohhhhhhh." I arched my back, eager for him to finish what he started. Hot impulses flared through me. There was no going back. I wanted to spasm against his highly aroused flesh.
"Come on, baby," he said between sucks. "Come on."
The pleasure mounted to an unbearable level. My temperature climbed with the force of his suck and the pressure of his thumb. I panted for it. I would have gone out of my mind had he stopped, but Peter wasn't to disappoint me. He squeezed me tighter and tighter, massaging my clit. My senses were in a breathless spin.
"Ohhhhhhh," I cried out, then came. I twitched and jerked in his grasp. The parts of my body he coveted became sensitive to the touch, yet Peter refused to abandon them. His mouth never parted from my tit, his thumb remaining over my hard clit. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhh."
Peter wasn't to savor the moment for long. Jazz sucked him to orgasm a moment later. He went tense, shaking, his features twisting as he came in her mouth.
Jazz made quite a show of it. She opened her mouth just enough to let his cum pour down his cock. Thick goo trickled down that massive thing until Jazz-unwilling to waste a single drop-scooped it up with her tongue. She lavished him with her mouth in the final throes of his eruption, slurping jizz until she had cleaned that pulsating surface.
Peter shuddered, delirious. "Christ, oh, man." When Jazz's mouth was off his dick, he took it back into his fist and stroked himself. He stared at me longingly as he maintained a semi-erection. "Uhhhhhhh."
I was grateful for the pleasure he gave me, but proceeded with caution. Orgasm had a sobering effect. I realized I had to get Jazz away from Peter and question her.
Jazz seemed to be wise to my thoughts. "Peter, would you excuse us? Girl talk, you know."
He seemed too numb to care. Giving a barely perceptible nod, he drifted off to sleep.
"Let's go to my room," I suggested.
"Sure."
She slipped into some clothes, deliberately lagging behind. I exercised heed, not wishing to show my hand prematurely. Right after, we shuffled out of her room.
Just as we arrived at the elevator bank, I asked, "So, how long have you been friends with Deb's brother?"
When she failed to answer, I turned. A gun was pointed in my direction.
"Don't make a peep, Honey," she warned.
The gleam in her eye and the cast of her features had me believe she was one serious bitch. "No problem, doll. Lead the way."