Chapter Two.
'The Case Of The Speckled Penis'
London 1887.
Scarlett's Point Of View.
My heart was gladdened to have the adorable little fuck bunny Emma Watson in my untidy bed once more. In response to my invitation to my humble London lodgings at 227B Baker Street, my dear lover had joined me for an evening of fun and frolics.
"My word Holmes, that is precisely the spot!"
Indeed, my perceptive and vigorous tonguing had met with Emma's sweet spot where her succulent clitoris peeped out of the protective hood. I sucked most frantically and drove the naked beauty insane with joy, as evidenced by her throaty moans. As she was blindfolded and secured to my bed by restraints on her wrists and ankles, her perception had been increased tenfold as she was my very own toy to play with.
"It's too good, it's too good!"
"My dear Emma, less volume, or else Mister Hudson will be here in a trice to investigate."
I was kissing her sublime neck as I inserted my middle finger inside her juicy quim and invaded the delicious tunnel therein. Emma squirmed on her pert bottom and the single bed sheet rucked up her ass crack in an incredibly erotic way. Despite the perception my cool and aloof manner gives to others, I am most knowledgeable in carnal behaviour and activities, with either sex.
"Lick me, my sweet, lick my cunt."
I looked down at the delectable female and drank in her diminutive frame as I fondled her. Only a short while ago, she had been buttoned conservatively up to the neck and the hem of her dress had barely shown an ankle. Now the fragrant minx was stark naked and tied in a starfish position as I loomed over her, all boobs and ass. The nipples of her perky tits pointed up like two ripe berries that simply cried out to be sucked. I obliged as I ran my fingers across her flat stomach and heard her hiss with delight. My own pussy wept as I settled between those willowy legs and I humped her with my curvy frame, kissing and nibbling her nipples.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Emma tugged on her bonds and snapped her head back into the pillows under her sweet head as I moved lower and lapped at her dripping slit from top to bottom. Despite all notions of the stuffy Victorian age and society, we are, for the most part, quite perverted and sexually active. We just do a fine job of hiding it. The heat from her loins made me fairly giddy with excitement as I slathered on my dear Emma's cunt with rapid swipes of my tongue.
"Your pussy tastes divine." I managed to utter as my chin became coated with her love juices.
Her toes curled downwards into the Egyptian cotton sheet as her belly fluttered and her breath became ragged. I rotated my thumb on her pink rosebud and did not let up as she wriggled under me. Then she arched her back as if electrified by the new-fangled London Underground trains and she climaxed in my face. I pursed my lips and kept them tightly clamped to her vulva, which naturally increased her orgasm to the max.
"I think that you are in league with the devil, Scarlett Holmes," said she as I took her blind from her eyes and kissed her full on the mouth.
I gently untied the scarves that had bound her to my headboard and she rubbed her ankles and massaged her tiny feet. Later, we lay in each other's arms snugly as the window frames rattled from the windy evening. I had stoked a nice fire in the room and the flames licked and spat and illuminated the glowing features of my lover.
"Have you ever heard of Professor M, Watson?"
"I admit I have not."
"According to my distinguished brother, he is the most dangerous man in England and Europe. The Napoleon of crime, if you will, yet he is invisible and unknown to the general public. Even his name is unknown. In fact, his own band of nefarious no-gooders is none the wiser."
Emma settled her right cheek on my boob with her eyes closed in rapt attention as she hugged me close.
"Just as my eminent sibling, he is the master of disguise and as elusive as a snake. In my brother's absence, I have had the good fortune to learn two facts from reliable informants that I intend to use to ensnare the evil villain for good."
"Two facts?" Emma whispered as she nibbled my erect nipple, which made my pussy trickle fluids down my ass crack.
"Indeed. One is that there is a high possibility he is here to snatch the fabled Mazarin stone. It is a yellow diamond which is part of the Crown Jewels. It is priced at no less than one hundred thousand pounds. With the aid of our older sister Mordred and the British Government, I have been given possession of the stone for twenty-four hours from midday tomorrow. Ooh, nice!"
Emma had pushed me onto my right side and spooned her body behind me as she ground her flesh on mine.
"With the stone in residence right here, I am expecting no less than three attempts to purloin it. There is rumour of three possible suspects for the intended theft, one of which will be the Professor."
"How will you know which is the true M?" she asked as she fingered my fine pubes from behind.
"By his remarkable and unique physical trait that is the one defining characteristic of the man. When he ejaculates during sex or masturbation, the glans of his penis displays a quite visible speckled or mottled pattern in a hue of red and purple. This turns magenta until he has spilled his seed and he becomes flaccid."
Emma rose up sharply and sat up as it dawned on her my intentions.
"You mean..."
"Yes, I intend to fuck all three at the scene and determine the real culprit by his speckled cock."
"By all that's holy, I never heard anything so preposterous in all my life."
"And yet, that is my intention. Once you have eliminated the impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Are you with me?"
Emma left the bed and padded over to the window in all her naked glory and my eyes never left the sensuous sight of her glorious backside. As she gazed out of the window at the nighttime London street below, she crossed her right foot over her left so that her weight was on her left side and her back was arched. What a sight for sore eyes!
"Need you ask? Of course, I am with you, wholeheartedly."
She turned her gaze to me and I melted as I looked into her honest light-brown eyes, heavily lidded under groomed brows. Such a graceful creature did not exist but for the chic young woman standing before me. Silhouetted by the gas-powered street lights, she was the epitome of Botticelli's Venus.
"Then the game is afoot. Now come back to bed, you little tiger, and lick my cunt."
x
Watson and I took a stroll in the morning soon after breakfast and then returned for a light tea served by Mister Hudson, my housekeeper. At noon, Mordred delivered the precious diamond with no less than a dozen Yeoman of the Guard in attendance, all of whom withdrew, leaving me the sole protector of the shiny toy.
"Good evening, my sweet."
Emma Watson duly arrived looking scrumptious and spent a good half an hour cleaning and loading her trusty Adams Mark 3 army revolver, a gift from Doctor John Watson, her older brother who had served time in Afghanistan. The night drew in and I smoked by the fire as I collected my thoughts. I find that the smoke sharpens my appetite for carnal knowledge. Having luxuriated in a bath after a little supper, my body felt most cleansed and ready for an evening of sex. I had my medium-length fair hair back and up and my nightgown was all I wore apart from my carpet slippers.
"That is a rough-looking fellow to be sure," commented Emma at the window as she perceived a dark-clad figure with a rustic moustache approaching our front door.
It had been my idea to seat a crude-looking and life-sized wax dummy of myself at the window of the drawing room as a decoy for those who planned on gaining entrance to the apartment. Now the hour was after midnight and our first uninvited guest had deigned to call. I came out of my reverie and stood up.
"Withdraw to the bedroom." I waved my hand at the surprised young woman.
"I insist on staying with you!"
"You will be in the way. Prey withdraw, but stay alert behind the door."
With the lights extinguished I hid in the shadows as the door opened softly and a tall man crept up behind the dummy, a sturdy cane gripped firmly in his fist and raised above his head.
"I beg your pardon, but could you refrain from staving in the head of my effigy?"
Startled and confused, the man did a double take and realised that he had mistaken my decoy for me and had therefore underestimated me. Was this M? Dressed down for the task at hand?
"Confound it, woman! Where is the stone?"
The fiend approached me, his moustache bristling, and with a malicious intent of physical harm on my person on his face. I drew my Webley chambered revolver from the pocket of my gown and pointed it at his chest. His formidable dark moustache shaded a cruel-lipped mouth as he scowled at me. He looked at me with a furrowed brow when I lowered my weapon and retreated. I went to my sturdy desk and rested my posterior on the edge while I absent-mindedly ran an index finger down my generous cleavage.
"You wish to see the diamond? Or perhaps a glimpse of these would suffice?"
I unbuttoned my nightgown and revealed my large thirty-six-inch boobs with a dramatic flourish. I inhaled deeply and my chest heaved most provocatively as I shook my head and let my hair tumble loosely about my shoulders. The man looked agape, his eyes staring fixedly on my curvaceous naked firm as I stepped out of the night attire and stood barefoot in front of him. I turned side on and let him leer at my rounded ass, which jutted out behind me as I bent at the waist.
"But...what?"
I ran my finger across my stomach as I faced him again and let my thighs part slightly to allow him a glimpse of the small V of fine pubic hair atop my mouth-watering bald slit. Betwixt a rock and a hard place, moustache man fumbled for the buttons of his fly and whipped out his erect pecker.
"Now, isn't that better? Mister?" I purred.
So hypnotised was he that he refrained from giving me his identity. He threw his top coat wide open and he feverishly wanked his cock as he scrutinised my desirable body. I did ponder a moment on whether the real Professor would be so bold as to reveal his manhood in such a hurry, but then who could resist my irresistible curves? Modesty is not one of my virtues. His cock was not overly large but had a nice thickness on the shaft.
"Watch me," I said.
I slid a finger inside my pussy and licked my lips as I gave him a come hither look. Frigging myself, I made sounds of pleasure as my hand became a blur. He turned his foreskin back and I perceived the glans of his organ, smooth and tapered. No speckled appearance as far as I could ascertain.
"My word, I'm so wet, almost juicy, you might say."
I pouted as I spoke. The man drooled some and I didn't need to be a mind reader to know that he wanted me. Well, who wouldn't? With his eyes fixed on me, I widened my legs further and as I perched on the desk edge with my thighs apart, he approached and stepped between my legs and aligned his prick to my pussy entrance.
"Yes!"
He rubbed the head up and down the moist slit as he stared into my eyes. I confess I let out a mournful groan as I gripped the edge of the desk and willed him to enter my aching cunt. With a sigh, he did so and we both let out tiny whimpers from the sublime penetration.
"Fuck me, damn you, fuck me!"
I spat the words and held my chin up high. Moustache man started slowly but each thrust drove inside me deeply and my hand went behind him so I could draw him in closer. All that mattered was getting him off so that I could study his cock as he came. He shoved in and out at a steady rate and my cunt responded to his thick girth. My ample bosom wobbled on my chest as I was rocked against the desk. Thanks to my wetness, he was slick enough to glide in and out with ease.
"Gagh!" he exclaimed as his trousers puddled around his shoes.
The pressure of his thrusting made the desk bite into my ass as he buried his cock inside my welcome cunt. Then he surprised me by grabbing me by the shoulders and lifting me up into the air. Totally lost in the moment, my feet dangled mid-air as I was royally impaled on his pole and slid up and down as his hands held my buttocks.
"Fuck!"
I held onto him at the neck and mussed the collar of his shirt as my pussy slid down deeper and deeper until he was buried in me up to the hilt. My juices flowed down my thighs and down his front as I creamed on his cock with my moans escaping my mouth with sheer bliss.
"Yes, yes, oh my word, yes!"
I decided to change tack and turn around so that I faced the desk.
"Fuck me from behind. Lance this cunt, I say."
I stuck out my rump and felt his hands run all over my buttocks. Again he thrust up inside me and he held me by the hips as he pulled me to and fro on his length. I confess I liked it, no, I loved it as his body banged into me hard. I moaned continuously as I was gloriously fucked and I squeezed my pussy around his embedded prick. My feet dug into the carpet beneath me as his heavy ball sack slapped on my posterior with his unrelenting steam hammer thrusts.
"Whenever you are ready to cum, I wish to taste your cream."
I winced when instead of a reply he struck my lower right cheek with his leather glove and I cooed from the gratuitous pleasure it gave me. His rock-hard cock drilled my velvet-like quim most gratifyingly so and I put my fist in my mouth to stifle a scream.
"I'm going to cum soon," I lied and turned to look at his sweating visage. "I want you to cum. Cum for me, cum on me. Cum now, I need you to cum now."
"Great Scott! I do believe I am spent!"
The man slid out of me and I turned quickly and dropped to my knees and tugged his twitching cock in my right hand. His seed flowed from his erupting cock and he gasped for breath as I stroked his throbbing length. Once the white cum had spilled, I looked at his glans and sighed.
"Ah."
I perceived a distinct lack of discoloration on his crown and realised he was not the Professor. I stood as he panted from his exertions and called out.
"Watson!"
The graceful girl appeared from the bedroom somewhat flushed with the rope of her robe untied, giving me a tantalising glimpse of her nakedness beneath. I grinned as I knew that she had been listening at the door while she frigged herself.
Armed with her revolver and handcuffs, we secured moustache man and took him downstairs and locked him away in the kitchen pantry for the time being. He protested most loudly and I decided a gag would be needed. Then Emma and I returned to my rooms.
"I do hope my desk hasn't been ruined," I said as I examined the sweaty puddle I had made in my ministrations.
Emma laughed as she began to prepare a hot tub in the other room.
x
Emma's Point Of View.
Two hours passed and my darling Scarlett Holmes had tended to her ablutions and toilet after her illicit fuck over her desk. I did not think that any of my adventures with the illustrious detective had been so highly charged sexually. Back in her nightgown with the plunging neckline, she sat by the window as I paced the floor in my robe. She and I looked at each other as a distinct creak on the stairs alerted us to an intruder. Scarlett placed her finger to her lips and pointed to the door for me to await the entry of suspect number two.
"Right," I whispered and held my firearm in a tight grip.
The stranger hustled into the drawing room and stiffened as he felt the cold steel of my revolver against the back of his ear.
"What's the game? What's up?"
He looked like a prizefighter, heavily built with a thick neck and expressionless face. Stood at the open door, he looked around somewhat puzzled as his sullen eyes focused on Scarlett and then me.
"If I may put it in a nutshell, I should say it was ALL up."
I turned up the gas and the man's features were highlighted, at which I noticed Scarlett curl a disgusted lip at his plain visage.
"Step forward, Sir, and be recognised."
The man grunted and moved to the centre of the room in his heavy hobnail boots. Surely, this ruffian could not be the so-named Napoleon of crime unless, as my blonde lover had noted, he was the master of disguise. Alas, only one way to find out for certain.
"I know all about you, Scarlett bloody Holmes, and your bit on the side."
He threw me a hideous sneer and I felt my knuckles go white as I tightened my grip on my trusty revolver. Scarlett was icy cold as she stood before the giant of a man, she being only five feet three. Her gorgeous green eyes and sexy pout made my heart flutter as she boldly stood before the intruder defiantly.
"Were you born so? Or did it come by degrees?"
She winked at me and, as instructed, I took off my floor-length robe and stood as naked as the day I was born. The pair of them looked at my petite figure, narrow of hip and pert of buttocks, and I tilted my chin up proudly. Scarlett did likewise, as the stranger became less flamboyant and a little befuddled. I joined my blonde darling and we began to stroke each other and nibble each other's lips, grinding our naked bodies in a most salacious manner.
"Don't mind us, go ahead and look for the diamond if that is why you came."
He took off his flat cap and shuffled on his boots as Scarlett and I locked mouths and kissed with our tongues seeking out the others'. I stole a glance at the man and saw that the bulge in his trousers had grown significantly larger.
Transfixed by our making out, he slowly tugged down his pants and released his erect member from the tight constraints.
