Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2019 01:31:31 +0200
From: Sasha Steele <sashasteele2@mail.com>
Subject: Murder by the Cock

Murder by the Cock
By Sasha Steele

   The sign on the door read, 'Richard Buttman, Private Investigator.' Yup
ol' Richard, (Dick for short, though most just called him Buttman), was a
private detective, a private eye, or as some wise guys snicketed, a private
dick. He sat with his feet up on the empty desk doing nothing. Things had
been real slow lately.

   The phone rang. Buttman looked at the display. 'Semato, Oberman and
Semik, Attorneys at Law.' SOS, Buttman mused. SOS was an uptown firm that
represented big money. Buttman had done a few jobs for them in the
past. Sure he could fit them in. Two o'clock, no problem, he'd be there.

    Buttman waited half an hour before a hot looking secretary led him to
the private office of Sonia Semik, the firm's junior partner. Sonia came
around the desk to shake Buttman's hand. Gave him the speal about client
confidentiality and all that. Sure, sure. He got it. Rich guys don't want
to advertise they're assholes.

   Sonia, Buttman saw, was hotter than her secretary. Her brown eyes were
especially beautiful. Heavy makeup made them even more striking. Sonia wore
her aburn color hair shoulder length. Her lips were full. Teeth
perfect. Body perfect. Sonia didn't have to ask what Buttman thought. She
knew that he knew she was fucking hot.

   Sonia wore a pigeon gray power suit. The short tailed jacket was open
showing a light grey silk satin blouse tucked into a skirt that sat high on
her trim waist. The tight skirt was just shy of mid thigh length. And the
big ridge-like bulge in its front panel ran all the way to its hem
line. Sonia was well furnished in the cock department.

   Sonia returned to her desk to retrieve the case file. Buttman admired
her gorgeous round bum. The way it moved under her tight skirt when she
walked. Her long shapely legs were clad in smoke-grey stockings. The gun
grey pumps she wore had four inch heels that brought out the contours of
those sexy legs.

   Sonia half sat on the edge of her desk. In that position with her ass
and one thigh resting on the desk, one foot dangling, the other on the
floor Buttman had a full view of her cock and balls clad in the penal pouch
of her light powder-grey color panties against the lace tops of her
stockings. Looking at exposed cock pouch is a bit like looking at the
sun. You don't want to get caught staring at it for too long.

   Sonia reached over to retrieve a manilla folder. Handed it to
him. Buttman read it over. It was the same old story. Some dickhead rich
guy marries himself a horse cocked trophy bride. Horse cock likes the rich
life. Over indulges. Gets fat. The dumbass husband looses interest. Horse
cock finds someone else to fuck. Rich guy looks for a way to dump her
without it costing him too much. Same old story.

   Sonia wanted Buttman to follow the wife. Get the goods on her so that
money bags husband could dump her on the cheap. It wasn't right. But hey,
it payed good. Real good. Buttman was a bit busy with other cases at the
moment. This would be a two week retainer at best. Sure. He could take
it. Maybe move things around. You know. Wink. Wink.

    Sonia wrote Buttman a cheque for upfront expenses. Handed the chegue to
him. She stood close. He cold smell her perfume. Thought he saw the corner
of her lip curl in a smug condescending snear. Sonia knew Buttman wanted
her cock and was enjoying the effect she had on him. Why not invade his
fucking dreams? Make him feel uncomfortable? When you got it, flaunt
it. Right?

   Buttman opened the file. Compared old photos of Belinda Hendersen to the
more recent. Right again. Two years ago volumptuous Belinda had been quite
a catch. And though she constantly struggled with a weight problem had
managed to keep herself in check. Now she was just another lonely trophy
bride gone fat with an asshole husband wanting to dump her on the cheap.

     Back then Belinda was an exotic dancer down at the TwelveUp, an
exclusive uptown club where super cocked bitches strut their stuff for well
healed admirerers. The gigantic bulge in the cock pouch of Belinda's skimpy
dance costume told Buttman that she was more than qualified for the
TwelveUp where a thick twelve inch cock was less than the minimum
requirement for dancers.

   Next day Buttman was parked outside of the Henderson's estate. It was
surrounded by high walls with a monitored gate. There was no point in
trying to gain entry to the estate, so Buttman sat and waited for her to
come out. He didn't need to wait for long before the gates opened and
Belinda drove out.

   Her cherry red Lamberdorghini blew past him with Belinda's, long blond
tresses flowing in the wind. She wore dark glasses but Buttman figured by
the size her fat bare arms and her double chin that it was Belinda
alright. She'd gained a ton of weight over the last couple of years. He
started the engine of his Civic and followed her.

   Belinda headed into Beverly Hills, parked on Rodeo drive and got
out. She had on a tight white short sleeve silk blouse tucked into a beige
mini skirt with a thin brown belt. As she awkwardly struggled out of the
Lamberdorghini the loose mini skirt couldn't hide the massive bulge in
Belinda's white silk panties.

   Nor did it adequately, (as in hardly at all), hide the monster as
Belinda waddled half a block to a sidewalk cafe where a young good-looking
guy waited for her.  His attentiveness to her told Buttman that this
gigalow was undoubtedly Belinda's fuck boy. Buttman got lots of good
pictures of them together.

    They chatted casually as Belinda ate sweet rolls and sipped
tea. Buttman set up his distance mice to listen in. "I know the son of a
bitch is up to something," Belinda was saying. "We'll have to be more
discrete. He's probably got somebody watching us right now."

    Gigalow looked around suspiciously. He didn't want anybody ruining this
gig. Belinda buttered another sweet roll and continued to talk between
bites and sips of tea. Gigalow listened with faked attention.

    "The bastard has to have solid evidence of me cheating on him for the
prenuptial to cut me out with fucking nothing," Belinda said as she munched
on the heavily buttered roll. "These are good. Want one?" She took a sip of
tea then continued. "I'm not going to let the fucking bastard get away with
this," she said.

   Half an hour, a couple pots of tea and tray of sweet rolls later gigalow
kissed her goodby and left Belinda to pay the bill. Belinda waddled down
the street window shopping then ducked into a small garden space between
the shops. Buttman followed at a discrete distance.

   Belinda stepped behind a concrete planter. Hiding as best he could,
Buttman circled around to see what she was up to. Belinda was squated with
her heavy thighs spread looking through the planter foilaige toward the
street. She hadn't noticed Buttman watching as a heavy stream of pee gushed
through her panties penal pouch.

    Finished, Belinda stood, straightened her skirt and looked around to
make sure she hadn't been seen. Satisfied she walked out toward the
shops. Buttman came out of hiding and looked at the huge piss puddle
Belinda had left on the bricks. He smiled and followed her out to the
street.

  She crossed over to the LaPerla lingerie store and entered. Looked
through the panties. Selected a white silk pair similar to the ones she had
on. Went into the dressing room and changed into them. Belinda paid for the
panties. Put the wet pair into the purchase bag along with the receipt and
left. Buttman waited outside.

    When Belinda exited the lingerie store she dropped the bag in a garbage
container and headed back to her car. Buttman retrieved the bag and
followed her. Belinda plunked her sexy fat ass into the driver's seat and
squealed tires as she roared away. Buttman followed after her.

   Belinda made a few more stops before she went home. Nothing
interesting. Buttman parked on the road and watched the gates close behind
her. He took her used panties out of the bag and held them up. Their huge
size constrasted their initimate delicacy. He pinched the empty penal
pouch. It was still damp. Brought the panties to his face and breathed in
the strong odor of Belinda's stale urine.

   It was pretty obvious that big sexy Belinda was fucking around on her
husband. He just had to catch them in the act, record it and collect his
fee. No big deal. He'd already tagged Belinda's car. Would do the same for
gigalow's and GPS would tell him when they got back together again.

   Buttman drove uptown. Ate at one of the high class joints the
professionals liked to freguent. He'd claim it on his expenses. It was
after five. Happy hour. He was sitting at the bar on his second scotch when
he heard his name. It was sexy Sonia Semik. "Concellor," he greeted her.

   Sonia was dressed in another power suit. This one black. High neck. Half
sleeves. Buttoned up front with no blouse under. The skirt was a bit
shorter than the one she had on yesterday. The penal pouch of her black
panties protruded below its hem. She had on black nylon stockings and wore
Goss leather stilettos. Her hair was up. Red lipstick, heavy dark eye
makeup and red nail polish completed her look.

   When Sonia walked, her cock in the penal pouch of her black panties
jutted side to side below the hem line of her short skirt. Sitting was
another matter all together. With legs spread, even a little bit, most of
her pantied cock and balls were exposed. And you could see the pretty lace
elastic tops of her stockings. That's if you dared to look.

   "You received my message." Sonia said, more so than asked.

   Buttman splayed hands meaning, "what fucking message."

   "I had my secretary message you. Henderson's dead. So we no longer
require your sevices. Drop by the office tomorrow to pick up your chegue."

   "Dead? How the fuck did that happen?"

   "Murdered. Shot back of the head."

   "Do they have anybody for it?"

   "The wife has been detained for questioning."

   "Belinda? No way."

   "Police will want to talk to you. To help establish her whereabouts
 around the time of the murder."

   Right about the same time Bastion Henderson's dead body lay naked on the
forensic examiner's table. She had already examined the entry wound. No
exit. So the bullet was still in there. They'd dig it out later. Rolled
over on his back you'd never know. He'd been a good looking guy, well
manicured, his skin smooth and hairless. Soft in the middle like all rich
guys. His flaccid one inch cock might have made two to three inches with a
hardon, but that was about as big as any guy's cock could get.

   "Well. You never know," Buttman said. "Buy you a drink?"

   " Sure. Same as you're having," Sonia told him.

    Buttman was a pretty good looking guy and woman found him attractive so
his mouth and ass were never in want of cock. He usually wore his black
hair drawn back in a short braid. Dark eyebrows contoured above compelling
blue eyes. His lips were attractive. He wore a light weight white shirt
with the cuffs rolled. Grey slacks that were tight in the seat with looser
legs and cuffed bottoms. He wore a black belt and black shoes with three
and a half inch heels.

   Sexy Sonia Semik could have any guy she wanted. But after they'd had a
few drinks together she decided that it would be Buttman who'd satisfy her
big cock that night. The trouble with women was that they used guys mouths
and asses to satisfy their big hungry cocks then cast them aside as though
they were toys.

   Sonia was all over Buttman on the ride up in the elevator to her
penthouse suit. Her cock stretched the penal pouch of her panties out from
under her skirt to its full length as she pinned him against the mirrored
wall. Sonia moved her hips and moaned as she ground her hardness into
Buttman's crotch.

   Inside the suite Sonia stripped out of her jacket and skirt to give
Buttman an eyefull of her incredible beauty. Her black designer panties,
brassiere and nylons were lacy and sexy and highly expensive. Standing
there in front of him, as though striking a pose with the big hard-on in
her panties pointing at him, Sonia squared her lips over her clenched teeth
as she undid her hair and shook it out.

   The shiny lace-embroidered panels of her black brassiere fit perfectly
to the soft smooth flesh of Sonia's flat chest. The wide laced waistband of
her classic cut panties were pulled up high on Sonia's tight middle. The
three inch wide scalloped laced tops of her black stockings were drawn up
tight into Sonia's crotch behind the double round bulge of her large
panties covered balls.

   Sonia ordered Buttman to strip. To which he quickly complied. He undid
his belt, unsipped his trousers and stepped out of them. As men's balls and
cocks are so much smaller than women's, man-panties have no need for the
penal pouch, as do women's panties. Buttman's acorn size balls and two and
a half inch hard-on barely made an impression in the wet crotch of his
panties.

   Buttman undid his shirt and slipped out of it. His hairless smooth
skinned body was soft though shapely in a boyish way. He wasn't very
physical and so showed a bit of fat in his middle and rear. The thin
material of his white satin man's bra fit tight to his soft pecks. It, like
his panties, were a bit plain, though not completely devoid of lace and
bows.

   Sonia had taken out her cock and was gently stroking it as she watched
Buttman strip. Her hard cock was straight and thick. It's eleven inches
wouldn't qualify Sonia as a dancer at the TwelveUp club. But to Buttman it
looked massive. It's head was in line with the shaft with not much of a
helmut rim. Her big bag was tight and swollen with cum.

   "Panties too," Sonia ordered and Buttman slipped out of his white satin
panties and kicked them aside. Sonia pressed the head of her massive cock
against Buttman's little rock hard cock. He liked the feel of its touch on
his pathetic little boner. Sonia turned Buttman around and bent him over
the bed.

   Buttman lay with his chest and forearms against the bed, feet on the
floor and his ass propped up in the air. Sonia stood behind him. She
stroked her cock to make sure it was good and hard. Then spread Buttman's
ass cheeks and pressed her cock head into his sphincter.

   Buttman felt his sphincter muscle forced open as Sonia took hold of his
hips and pushed her massive cock into him. He felt his anal canal widen and
felt pressure against his prostrate gland as it penetrated him
further. Once Sonia's cock was fully lodged inside Buttman's rectum Sonia
began to undulate her hips to fuck him.

    Much as Buttman wanted Sonia to fuck him, it hurt. So he lay with his
face pressed against the satin bedspread. His eyes were closed and mouth
opened as Buttman cried out in distress with every thrust. Sonia looked
down on him and sneared. The back strap of Buttman's brassiere crossed his
smooth back. The bedspread was clasped in his tight grip. And he whimpered
like a pathetic baby. Sonia rammed him harder.

    Sonia, like all woman, cared only in the satisfaction of her own
lust. The more Buttman cried out and thrashed about the harder her cock got
and the closer she came to cumming in his ass. What a sissy, Sonia
thought. Take it like a fucking man. Sonia fucked Buttman even harder. She
was nearing her orgasm and so began to cry out in short exhailations. "Ahh,
ahh, ahh." The harder she fucked Buttman the closer she brought herself to
cumming.

    Sonia felt it build in the fullness of her balls and the hot searing
poker-like pain at the tip of her cock. When Sonia finally did cum she
stopped her motions. Pulled Buttman's ass into her and pressed her cock as
deep into his rectum as it could possibly go. She rocked her head back and
with eyes closed cried out with the relief of her orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

    Buttman groaned as he felt jets of Sonia's hot cum ejaculated into his
rectum. It took a fair bit before she emptied herself. Buttman's hand was
on his own hard little cock. And when Sonia came in him, he came in the
palm of his hand, then licked his palm clean.

   Sonia was breathing heavily when she was finally spent. But she didn't
withdraw her cock. Buttman thought he felt it growing harder. He heard
Sonia moan sensually and felt a strong jet of hot pee realeased into
him. "Mmmmmm," Sonia hummed as she released yet another squirt.

     Then Sonia abruptly withdrew her cock. She had a tight grasp on its
stem, right up by her balls with one hand. With the other she grabbed hold
of Buttman's short braid and pulled him up. "Come on," she commanded. Sonia
steered Buttman into the bathroom. He straddled the toilet as she pushed
his face into the wall behind it and held him there.

    Sonia still had a tight grip on her cock. And Butman could feel that it
was still hard as Sonia pushed the tip of it into his anal canal. Then he
felt Sonia's hot urine released into it. Not just short squirts as before,
but in a torrent. And he heard Sonia moan as she emptied her bladder in
him. When she pulled her cock out Sonia's piss poured out of Buttman's ass
into the toilet.

    The following day Buttman gave his statement to the police. Belinda was
coming out of one office as Buttman was going into another. Both gave the
other a look as they passed each other in the hallway. And when Buttman
came out Belinda was sitting in the waiting area. He walked over to her.

    Close up Buttman saw that Belinda's heavily made-up green eyes were
even more beautiful than in her pictures. Her long blond hair hung in loose
curls down her thick back. She had on a rose pattern summer dress that left
her smooth fat arms bare. Her smooth heavy legs were also bare. She had
cork platform sandals with brown leather straps on her chubby feet.

   The summer dress was painfully short. And so sitting with her heavy
thighs apart it rode up giving Buttman a full view of Belinda's crotch with
the monster that lurked below her belly in the penal pouch of her white
silk panties. Belinda's cock was simply enormous. And Buttman tried not to
stare at it as he approached her.

   "You're the private investigator my asshole husband hired to follow me,"
she said.

   "Yes. I'm Buttman." He held out his hand and Belinda shook it.

   "These assholes are trying to pin this on me. And the longer they fuck
around the longer my money is held up. I want to hire you to prove it
wasn't me."

   Far as Buttman was concerned the asshole husband got what he deserved
and he didn't care if Belinda did it or not. It didn't take him long to
make up his mind. Sure he'd help the big beautiful bitch get her money. Far
as he was concerned she'd earned it.

    "Come out to the house at two," Belinda said.

    Buttman helped Belinda up and watched her walk out. Buttman couldn't
figure exactly what it was that made Belinda's waddled walk so damn
sexy. The way her fat ass cheeks rode up and down and jutted side to
side. The way she had to walk with her feet spread further apart because
her thighs were so damn thick. Whatever it was, he liked it.

   He still had a few friends on the force and in the medical examiner's
office. He'd snoop around a bit to see what he could come up with. Turns
out the husband was shot close range in the back of the head with a small
calibre same as Belinda had bought just a week ago. She'd called it in
right after Butman had watched her drive through the gate. Said she found
him dead when she got home.

    Buttman arrived at the Henderson estate and announced himself. The gate
opened. Buttman drove through and up the winding laneway to the house. It
was your typical rich person's house, big sprawling, impressive. A maid
showed him out to back the patio.

    Belinda was sitting on a lounger by the pool sipping a margarita. She
had on a pink two piece bathing suit. Belinda's chest, like her shoulders,
arms and back, though thick, was smooth with no bulbous bulges. And so the
classic triangular chest pads of the bathing suit top fit flat to her soft
chest were little bumps from the nibs of her nipples could be seen in the
thin material. Narrow straps issued over her shoulders and attached to the
strap in back.

   The moderate cut bottoms were drawn up to the underside of Belinda's pot
belly covering her bulging pubis mound. They pulled up at the sides over
her thick hips. The back panel rose up in a V with its bottom center
portion tucked into the deep crevice between her huge butt cheeks. An
overhang crevice under each round cheek showed beyond the seat material.

   The bathing suit bottoms penal pouch contained Belinda's humoungas cock
and balls. The glistening spandex material followed the contours of its
bulging cargo. In full erection Belinda's thick cock reached fifteen
inches. In its normal semi-flaccid state its shaft bulged her panties
outward as it cascaded over her massive balls then pointed downward a good
ten inches.

    Belinda sat back on the lounger with her big legs draped over the sides
and feet in wedge sandals on the poolside stone. Her massive cock in its
semi-flacid state was on display in the penal pouch of her pink bathing
suit bottoms. Buttman tried not to gawk at it. She smiled as she greeted
him. "Would you like a drink?," She asked.

   The maid brought Raferty a margarita. It was mostly men that worked
subservient jobs like being a maid. The maid was dressed in a maids uniform
with a short ruffled tutu like skirt and black nylons. His dark brown hair
was in a tight bun atop his head. He seemed nervous.

   "He's new," Belinda explained. "One quit the day Bastion was shot. I
guess he couldn't take the drama."

   Buttman sat at the table next to Belinda sipping on a margarita as he
asked a few questions. Was your husband into anything that might have
gotten him killed? He was into all sorts of shit. Anything in the house
Buttman could use? Cops took everything. The gun? Not her's. She swore it
wasn't. Things didn't look good for big beautiful Belinda.

    "They didn't get this though," Belinda said as she handed Buttman a
key. "He always kept it around his neck."

    "What's it for?" She didn't know. "Okay," Buttman said as he got up. He
had his work cut out for him.

   Belinda lifted one hefty thigh over the lounger and Buttman helped her
to her feet. There is something very sensuous in an extremely beautiful
woman who has likes being fat. He noticed that Belinda's cock had grown a
bit and risen to form a more çresent shaped bulge in her bathing suit's
penal pouch. He followed her inside admiring her big backside.

   Belinda wrote him a retainer chegue. When she turned back to hand it him
Buttman saw that the çresent had risen and elongated into a full blown
hard-on. It pushed the penal pouch in her bathing suit fifteen inches
straight out. The spandex material clung to cock and balls like a
ballerina's tights. Belinda pressed it into Buttman's crotch. "Want your
bonus now?" She whispered.

   She took Buttman by the shoulders, pulled him in close and kissed him
before he could answer. Then guided him down onto his knees. Belinda freed
the magnificent monster from her bathing suit. It loomed in Buttman's face
like telephone pole though a windshield. Belinda rubbed it against his
lips. Buttman opened his mouth and she shoved it in.

   Buttman had big cocks in his mouth before. But never anything this
size. It was thick as well as long. And with only a third of it in there
Buttman was already gagging. Belinda kept a hand to the back of Buttman's
head as she masturbated herself with the other. Her hand glided smoothly
back and forth along its shaft. Stopping every now and then as she shoved
it further down Buttman's throat to make him gag.

   On one of those gagging thrusts, the last one, Belinda grasped Buttman's
head with both hands and shoved her cock so far in his mouth that Buttman
was choking. He tried to escape but big strong Belinda trapped his head
with both hands long enough for her to cum. Buttman's face turned red as he
tried to gasp for air with his mouth full of cock and cum. He struggled but
to no avail until Belinda emptied herself.

   When Belinda finally released him Buttman fell to the floor onto his
hands and knees gasping. He coughed and cum spilled out of his
mouth. Belinda stood above him with her cock in her hand. Lnotea victor
over a fallen conquest.

   In this upsidedown world, when it came to sex, women with their superior
strength and big cocks were truely in command. They could do anything they
wanted to do to men. And men had no recourse but to be subservient to
them. So it wasn't a great surprise when Belinda grasped Buttman by his
braid, yanked him up onto his knees and then bore down and pissed on his
face.

   After a quick shower Buttman changed into a snug fitting mini dress. The
dress was a light beige color with light dusty brown pinstripes. He wore a
wide light brown leather belt and open toe slingbacks with three and a half
inch heels. Underneath the dress Buttman wore nothing but a white satin bra
and copper tone pantyhose.

   Buttman knew someone who could tell him what lock the key fit. Mean time
he'd head to the TwelveUp. Buttman knew the woman who managed the
place. Maybe Belinda's dead husband had been sniffing around for new cock
since she'd quit dancing there. Rachel, the manager, was a short tubby
woman with a good size cock and shoulder length blond hair.

   She was sitting at a table in front of the stage wearing an expensive
Armoni white skirt suit. The club's star attaction was on the stage behind
her. An exotic black beauty with long kinky hair and the longest cock
Buttman had ever seen hanging down past her knees. She had on black
stockings with lace tops, black platforms and a black brazier that fit snug
against her flat chest. Her legs were spread wide apart and her long black
cock dangled between them as she swayed her hips to the music.

    Rachel told him that Henderson was being fucked by a new dancer who
wasn't there any longer.  A high end night club like the TwelveUp didn't
need the kind of trouble her jealous ex husband was causing. Rachel had
fired her a couple of weeks ago. Interesting, Buttman thought. A jealous ex
was worth following up on.

    Sonia Semik had left Buttman a message. She wanted to see him in her
office. The firm wanted him back on retainer. SOS had power of attorney
over Henderson's estate and if Belinda were to be found responsible for his
death they would collect a hefty retention fee. She wanted Buttman to make
sure Belinda took the rap for it. Still, it didn't quite add up. Why would
SOS push to pin the murder on Belinda?

   Sonia sat behind her big desk. Her hair was pinned up a cute little knot
on the top of her head. She was wearing a brown business suit. The tight
jacket was open to a white satin blouse. Buttman wondered how short the
skirt was. And guessed that Sonia would be wearing white silk panties and
brazier underneath.

    "One more thing before you go," Sonia said. "I have a meeting in half
an hour and this has been troubling me all morning."

    She got up and came around the desk. Buttman was right, she was wearing
white silk panties, along with nude tone nylons and brown suede pumps with
four inch heels. The skirt was really short. And what had been troubling
Sonia all morning was the enormous erection that stretched the penal pouch
of her panties straight out from below the hem of her short tight skirt.

    Sonia sat on her desk with her legs spread and stoked her hard-on
through her panties with one while the index finger of her other hand
played circles over the wet spot on the tip of her panties penal pouch. "I
can't go to my meeting like this, now can I?" Sonia withdrew her big boner
through the left leg hole of her panties. "I need you to jack me off
Buttman," she said.

    Buttman sank to his knees. Took hold of Sonia's throbbing erection and
began to jerk her off. Sonia had been sitting in her private office horny
with a rod on all morning. So it didn't take long for her to want to
cum. She pushed Buttman's hand away to take over bringing herself to
climax. Sonia stood. "Open," she moaned. Buttman opened his mouth.

    Sonia took hold his braid and jerked herself off in his mouth. Buttman
swallowed her cum. She played the end of her cock in his mouth. "While your
down there, "she said. Then bore down to relieved herself. Buttman drank
Sonia's pee. When she'd finished Sonia tucked her big cock into her panties
and adjusted her skirt. The short skirt only covered a bit of it.

    Buttman went to the gun shop where Belinda had elgededly purchased a
the murder weapon. It had been payed for in cash. The shop didn't take in
many hundred dollar bills. Buttman bought the one used in the purchase
along with the survalence footage. It showed a big blond wearing a dumpy
red flower patern dress and sunglasses.

   The blond was no where near as fat as Belinda. Something about the
dress. The way it pressed against her thighs when she walked. He played the
recording back. No way was there a monster cock the size of Belinda's, or
even one the size of Sonia Semik's, hidden under that dress. Buttman looked
closer. It looked as though there was no cock at all there. Has to be a man
he thought.

   The key was next. Buttman's guy had came through. It opened a locker in
central station. Well I'll be damned Buttman said to himself as he looked
at a ledger and documents from the locker. SOS, Sonia Semik's law firm, had
been laundering illegal money for Henderson. So pinning his murder on
Belinda would keep the cops from digging too deep into his finances. And
their illegal activities.

   Buttman broke in, and turned the jealous ex's apartment over. He found
the dress, wig, reciept for the gun and the maid's uniform he'd used at the
Henderson's. The dummy hadn't even gotten rid of the gun with his prints
all over it and none of Belinda's. Buttman left every thing as he found it
and waited for his contact on the police to show up with a warent. Shortly
afterwards the ex was arrested and charged.

    Buttman was at the station when they sprung Belinda. "Thanks to Buttman
here," the cop told her, "we have the murderer in custody. You are free to
go Mrs. Henderson."

    Belinda was wearing a short skirted red and white summer dress when she
came out. It hung from her belly to just an inch below her crotch. Her cock
and balls in their white satin penal pouch stood out in bold relief below
the hem line. She pressed it into Buttman as she gave him a hung. "You've
earned a big bonus," she whispered. And Buttman felt her cock
 stiffen.

    "He received a message from Sonia Semik. It read. "What the hell..."
Then another message. "Meet me at the bar."

   Sonia was sitting at the bar when Buttman got there. She was still in
her brown business suit with the short skirt. She turned on the stole to
greet him and in doing so flashed her cock in her white panties for
him. Buttman gave Sonia the stuff he'd retrieved from the locker in central
station. She looked it over.

   "You know what's here?" She asked.

   "I'm not interested in your firm's business Sonia," he told her.

   Sonia stood and pressed her pantied cock against him. "What are you
interested in," she asked. And Buttman felt her cock stiffen. With both
Belinda and Sonia after him Buttman figured in was in for a sore ass.

THE END