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By *ingersolo OP Woman
over a year ago

Oldham

The first we knew that there was anything wrong was when a woman phoned the police station saying her colleague Bill hadn't been in work for a few days and that wasn't like him. The report was he was the reliable type who never missed a day, but that he was not answering his phone either. It wasn't far from our station, and instead of sending one of the young bobby's, I decided to check it out myself. In hindsight I am glad I did as that first few minutes is crucial.

After arriving at the address the caller gave and knocking a few times, with no response, my antenna has started to twitch, so finding the side gate open I wandered around the back, knocking on the rear door. I noticed the kitchen window wasn't quite closed and as I got near, a smell that is unmistakable hit me. Immediately I called it through, knowing there was a high chance I would find something in there that I really didn't wish to, but knowing that it was my job to investigate.

It was just my luck that the first back up on the scene was the newest recruit we had. He was with his partner, who was much more experienced, and was nonchalantly getting out of the car, a small laugh escaping her lips at how excited her young partner appeared. "what's the deal liv?" she asked me as she approached, before noticing the serious look I gave her. Nodding at the house I gave her a quick rundown of the information I had. Letting our young recruit earn his keep, he helped to break the back door then carefully I entered, following my nose up the stairs, where in the bedroom I was shocked at the sight. A man, possibly in his mid fifties, belt around his neck and attached to the inside of a wardrobe, wearing red lacy knickers and bra with matching hold up stockings.

Clearly this was a game he had been playing which had gone wrong. But now was the time to preserve the scene and gather information as to how this single, slightly plumb man had met his end. And the first clue was on the bedside table. A Polaroid picture, of someone in red lingerie, but only showing from the waist downwards. The knickers to one side, and the head of the erection wrapped in soft looking red lips.

The woman giving the blowjob was unidentified as all that could be seen was her mouth and one hand. I guess it takes all sorts, I thought as I looked at the photo and the scene in front of me. And calling through for forensics.

By *ingersolo OP Woman
over a year ago

Oldham

Rewind 2 day's.

Billy was by now very agreeable. He would literally do anything that I instructed. Just for kicks I told him to get on all fours and bark for me. He did it with just the slightest hesitant look to see if I was serious. I only had to look at my beloved whip for him to know that yes I was.

Smothering a grin I watched him, on his knees, head up barking like a dog. I had to grin as I walked right the way around him, looking at the red welts on his behind. From experience I knew they would soon fade but could leave some bruising. Not that it bothered me, and soon Billy wouldn't be bothered either. He would no longer feel it. Now was the time for my master stroke, producing the red lingerie. One kink too far? Nope, he had boasted of being willing to try anything. He just hadn't bet on my twisted imagination. He gave me a "you've got to be kidding" look before complying. Well and truly broken he looked uncomfortable as he tried to took his semi inside the lace.

"leave it" I instructed as I wrapped my hand around him. I could feel him shiver and he became more solid within seconds."I want to give you a sensation like you have never known" I said as I produced the belt. It was almost too easy to convince him as I became his fantasy, on my knees, playing the submissive that he imagined I would be. Taking a photo for posterity, I wrapped my lips around him, loving him with my mouth and almost believing myself that I wanted to give him pure pleasure as I experimented with the pressure of the belt, until feeling my confidence increase, I started to take him deeper, feeling the end of his cock touching the back of my throat, his groan of pleasure became the last sound he would utter as he exploded in my mouth, I pulled his body down harder. His weight was enough as he slipped into unconsciousness, his cock softening and coughing out the last drops of spunk. I smiled as I stood up, gave the Polaroid picture a spunky kiss and left it on the side. Thanking God for the leather gloves I wear as I dressed and left him there. I knew I had been too kind to him in those last moments but what can I say? I'm a soft hearted soul really.