My Private Dick and His Big Prick
Jillian Cumming
Published by Jillian Cumming at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Jillian Cumming
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“So… Dick,” Jennifer put extra emphasis on the second word. She sat across from Private Detective Mick Hardwood in his office. His fedora was on the desk beside him. He sat without his jacket on, arms crossed over his chest. He arms were thick, and his hands looked strong.
Unlike the other detectives she’d seen that day, he was clean shaven and smelled lightly of some musky aftershave. Yes, she thought, he’ll do (do me, that is). It was so hard to find a good fuck.
“Yes, Miss Licks?” Detective Mick said. If he’d noticed the emphasis Jennifer had used, he wasn’t showing it.
Jennifer uncrossed her legs and then re-crossed them the other way. She licked her lips, which were the same fiery red of the low cut dress she wore. She leaned forward, so that Mick could get a better look down at the milky white skin of her perfect cleavage.
“I’ve got a job for you,” she said.
Mick leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. “Well I hope so, you sitting here and all.” The rumble of his voice made her start to tingle between the legs. She pressed her thighs together more tightly and smiled at the sensation. He was quite handsome, in a rough sort of way. Jennifer wondered how rough he was in other ways.
“It involves fitting into a very tight space. Very wet, too,” she said with a smile.
The right corner of Mick’s full lips quirked up in a roguish smile. His eyes, which hadn’t looked anywhere except into her own eyes, strayed down to her chest. She felt heat rise into her skin, and her chest and cheeks flushed red.
“I think I’ve got the right tool for this sort of work,” Mick said. He shifted in his seat, as though his slacks had suddenly become uncomfortably tight.
Jennifer leaned forward so that her tits rested on Mick’s desk. Her nipples were so excited that they felt as though they might poke right through the bodice of her dress.
“So you’ll take… the job?” Jennifer said. She had to catch herself at the last moment. She’d almost said “Me” instead.
Mick stared at her for a good fifteen seconds before her said, “Yes.”
Jennifer’s pussy felt so wet that she had to resist the urge to order him to take her right there, on the hard wooden surface of his desk.
She leaned back and pulled her scarf back over her shoulders to hide her cleavage. Mick’s eyebrows knitted together in frustration. “Good. Come to my house later tonight, after supper. There’s something I need you to see without my husband around to get in the way.”
Jennifer stood up. Mick didn’t. He grinned up at her with a wolfish smile. “Thanks for the work… Mrs. Licks. See you tonight, quarter of seven.”
She turned around and walked out from the office.
***
Mick watched her walk out. Her red dress was tight enough across her ass so that he could see a small dimple down the middle. His mouth filled with saliva as her watched each perfect cheek flex as she walked out and closed the door.
His cock was so hard at the thought of her naked that it hurt. He reached down and gave it a squeeze.
“I’m gonna give Mrs. Licks a licking she’ll never forget,” Mick muttered. He waited for his cock to get soft so that he could stand up. He grabbed his fedora from his desk, his duster from the rack, and left the office. It was going to be a long wait for that evening to come around.
***
The first thing Jennifer did when she got to her house was to run upstairs to the bedroom. She slipped off the panties she’d worn to see the private dick. They were sopping wet. She grabbed a fresh pair from the chestnut-stained dresser and pulled them on. She went over to the mirror. Her cleavage and chest were still flushed red.
“I’ll just tell him I had to run to catch the cab…” She whispered. She looked her reflection in the eyes. Her eyes were sharp, framed by platinum blonde hair.
Footsteps clacked on the stairway. It was Benny, her worthless but relatively well-off husband. He knocked on the door, opened it a touch, and poked his head in. He was nearly bald, and quite short. Jennifer suppressed a frown when she looked at him. She couldn’t even get the pansy to spank her during their very infrequent sex.
“Will everything be okay while I’m out? It’ll be all night, you know,” he said.
His eyes wandered to her chest. She looked down. Her scarf had come undone, revealing her cleavage. She pulled it back into place.
“Yeah, baby. I’ll be fine. Traffic will probably be bad. You should go catch a cab now, just to be on the safe side. Wouldn’t want to be late now, would we?”
Benny glanced down at his wristwatch and then back up to her. A look a disappointment crossed his face when he saw that the scarf was tied back into place. He closed the door. She heard the clatter of his footsteps move back down the stairs. A second later, the front door creaked open and then shut.
Jennifer smiled at her reflection. She watched her hand creep down beneath her dress. She caressed her pussy through her new panties, which had already become slightly damp. Her fingers made her legs and back tingle. She looked back at the bed. She wondered if maybe she should make herself come a few times before Mick came by. She sucked on her lower lip. The clock said it was nearing five.
“I can wait a few hours more,” she said. With an effort, she pulled her hand out from under her dress.
***
Mick walked up the front steps to the door. His heart pounded in his chest, and his head felt a little light. He reached down and adjusted the front of his slacks again. The image of Mrs. Licks’ ass lingered in his mind, and he couldn’t keep himself from sporting a semi.
He knocked. A muffled voice called out “Come in!” from somewhere inside. Mick opened the door and walked through. He stood in a little foyer. There was an empty coat rack on his left, so he slipped off his duster and fedora and put them on the hooks.
“Up here, Detective!”
Mick walked up the stairs two at a time. He opened the door.
Jennifer sat with her crossed legs dangling over the foot of the bed. She still had the red dress on, and her tits moved up and down as she breathed. She looked down at his pants. He looked too. The front of his slacks was pointed out like a tent.
Jennifer’s lush red lips turned up in a smile, “Hello, sailor. Come here.”