Distracting the Detective

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I was just tying the gag tight around the loud mouth of the man on the floor when the doorbell rang.

I peeked out to see a very bored detective on my porch. “Fuck!” I thought. Someone called the fucking COPS?

I wasn’t ready for this. I still had to convince Austin that he deserved the punishment I was about to give him and that he’d really really enjoy it once he got over being pissed at me.

It wasn’t even my fault. He had been the one cheating and he had been the one stupid enough to get caught, by all Three of us. We’d all agreed that he needed to be taught a lesson.

It wasn’t even as bad as it seemed. We just wanted him to feel freaked out for just a minute. Maybe two. As it was, he was really fucking freaked out. Apparently we’d been a little too good at our subterfuge. He didn’t realize that all three of us women had been planning this for a while.

He also didn’t realize that all three of us had decided that we really liked each other. A lot.

We were fine sharing him, as long as we could all enjoy each other, too. Hell, if he didn’t agree, we’d probably just enjoy each other without him.

At any rate, nothing mattered, because nothing had went as planned. We’d thought it was a fun joke, but then everything went wrong. Now I had a tied up, blindfolded, gagged, sexy as hell mostly naked man in my living room trying to scream the walls down. He was in a fit of rage so intense I was honestly too afraid to let him know it was me.

The other two girls were late getting back and I was NOT up for talking to the detective at the door without acting terribly suspicious. If those other girls didn’t get here soon, no one was ever going to believe that this whole thing was just a prank.

Especially not the guy tied up on my floor. I did the only thing I could think of to calm him down. I rolled him on his back, let his cock free and swallowed him whole. I didn’t take the time to warm up to it at all and I was just glad that even in his state of panic, he was already hard just from being near a woman. I suppose it was a good thing that my talent for blow jobs finally came in really handy.

It didn’t take long for him to quiet down, so I whispered in his ear, “Be quiet and there is a lot more where that came from.” Then I ran to open the door.

I wasn’t expecting the detective to push the door open with his foot. When he saw Austin on the living room floor, he reached for his gun.

“Wait! It’s not what it looks like!” I reached out and pulled the detective inside. Now I had TWO men to distract and I wasn’t sure I could do it on my own. I let the robe drop off of my shoulders, revealing the skimpiest set of underwear that probably ever existed. After all, our plan had been to seduce and tease from the very beginning. I looked fucking amazing tonight, If I may say so.

The detective looked like he was about to swallow his own tongue. I thought there might be a bit of drool ready to escape his mouth. I touched the button on his shirt, “I promise, it’s much more fun than it looks.
Maybe,” I let my fingers trail down the path of the buttons to his belt buckle, tugging lightly on it, “Maybe you could help me entertain my man over there? He likes to watch me with other men.” His mouth dropped open, lust in his eyes. “And then maybe my girlfriends will show up for the rest of the party?”

The detective turned around and shut the door behind him, his hand going straight to his pants to undo them. “Well, ma’am. I think it would be horribly unprofessional for me not to investigate this a little more thoroughly, since you asked so nicely. I am a public servant, after all.”

I smiled. It was amazing what a set of tits could do to diffuse a bad situation. I hoped my girlfriends showed up soon, otherwise they were going to miss all the fun.


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(Cover photo is mine)

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