Part Four. Like real crime fighters, we collect oral evidence from one another while playing Clue.

Honestly, my adult game's compulsory disclosure rules had revealed the most fascinating evidence. Let’s face it, this was INDECENT EXPOSURE to a prig. So, it appeared we were guilty as charged in the court of Puritan opinion. However, as open-minded private investigators, we believed human anatomy displayed an enormous amount of arousing data.

Our intimate setting was the ideal place to do research and exploration of each other’s uncovered points of interest. There was nothing indecent about our labor of love. An uncovered body of information was enlightening to the senses, the cherished naked truth, and a beautiful sight to a corroborative partner in crime, and so it was.

We got back to playing the game; Brandy and I drank wine and ate more snacks. When it was my turn, I treated myself to her lovely body's layout once again; the atmosphere was so erotic. I reexamined every detail of her perfectly shaped hooters and played with them whenever I could. She was partaking in the same activity toward me and seemed quite a bit more relaxed than before her release.

I had lost a suit coat and was about to lose my shirt. Brandy was excited when I slowly unbuttoned it and took it off, revealing a bare, naked upper torso.

"Nice guns," she declared.

Instinctively, I raised my arms up and made two fists. Brandy hovered over me while I sat on the couch, and she started squeezing my biceps and feeling them up.

She looked fascinated and whispered, "So brawny, I love your hard muscles, sexy sir."

I smiled and thought, Finally, all those workouts are paying off.

Then she remarked, "Hey Bob, you hardly have any chest hair." Brandy slid her hand over my chest, sensually feeling it like my skin was a swath of fabric. "Do you get your chest hair waxed?"

"No, and grass doesn't grow well on the playground either.”

She laughed and pinched my tiny nipples, but not too hard.

"Alright, wise guy, I am going to check out all of your playground's amenities."

Brandy used everything at her disposal on my exposed areas to get the reaction she wanted. She attempted to mimic my actions by tickling, sucking, and nibbling on my pecs. The attention was driving me nuts and my nuts nuts, but she was unable to push me over the edge like I had done to her. At one point, while tickling my lower abdomen and eyeing the big bulge in my pants, she licked her lips seductively before she inquired about something right in front of her.

"What is that wet spot in the front of your distended pants from?"

I knew she knew, but I acted like I didn’t know.

"Gee-whiz, I must have spilled some wine."

She laughed at that and offered, "Let me get something, and I'll wipe it up for you."

"I'm ok."

Brandy had me in a vulnerable situation. Perhaps by teasing me, she wanted to see if I would admit to what caused the spot, thereby stimulating our heightened sexual arousal even more than it already was.

"I hate to see your nice pants get stained; I am really good at cleaning up messes; I can fix your problem." She wore a sly smile and her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"I'll just bet you are."

We were STALKING each other's forms; our eyes, hands, and mouths roamed while our words teased, and the mutual seduction was enamoring.

My brain knew that Brandy was far from modest, but you would never have known it when she was forced to remove her skirt. She put on quite a show and made a big fuss about having to remove it. I took it as an attempt to provoke me in a playful way.

Subsequently, she stated, "It is not appropriate for me to expose my panties to you; it is not ladylike."

"No excuses."

She announced with a fake frown, "I think if you insist, I'll have to quit the game."

Looking serious, I told her what I believed she really wanted to hear from her man.

"Remove that skirt immediately!"

Brandy looked foxy and maybe a little timid, but she simply relented and lowered her skirt, passing it over her knees down to her ankles and off. She was standing there, donning her sexy pair of purple panties, but nothing else. What a ravishing woman! Her panties were skimpy but covered more of her than a thong would have.

She added, "Don't look."

Then Brandy attempted to cover herself with her hands, but despite this, she couldn't help but grin; her ruse had been exposed.

I also realized that my assumption that she was only wearing the purple panties was incorrect, as her wrist cuffs were still on.

I wanted to test the submissive role she seemed to enjoy.

So, I demanded, "Take off those wrist cuffs now or else."

Brandy responded, "Yes, sir," but then, in a sheepish tone, she asked, "Professor, sir, what does ‘or else’ mean?"

I asserted clearly, "A spanking!"

Her reply made me laugh.

"I am not taking them off."

We both laughed at that comment, but then Brandy took the wrist cuffs off anyway. I noted that receiving a playful spanking was something she would probably relish, based on her facial expressions and body language. However, our mutual horniness meant we didn’t have time for any activity that would delay our getting busy.

Returning to the topic at hand, I observed that the front of Brandy’s panties had turned a much darker shade due to being completely soaked; feminine moisture had even run down her leg and gotten on her tummy above. Without a panty panel, her camel toe would have been perfectly outlined. I wondered gleefully what her comeback would be when I brought up her obvious gush of wetness.

"Did you spill some wine on the front of your panties? I can help you clean up and resolve your problem."

She snickered back. "Naughty boy."

I carried on with some terrific inspection work, and like a bloodhound, I followed her womanly scent right up to its still-hidden source. My exploration did nothing but exacerbate my one-eyed monster's severe needs.

When I had to remove my pants, Brandy's magnificent boobs were bouncing as she jumped up and down with joy. It felt like she had won the lottery or something. The long buildup made me hornier than I had ever been in my life. My package throbbed and pulsated in need of relief.

I was eager to share myself completely with Brandy. However, at that moment I found myself a little anxious because there was one nagging question that lurked in the back of my mind. My inner voice wondered, "When she sees my manhood for the first time, will she like what she sees?"

Every man wants to feel proud of his dick, regardless of its appearance, so a tickled pink reaction from her was crucial. I would rather not seem nervous, so I played the dominant role.

"Come over here and help me with my pants."

She answered, "With pleasure, sir."

Brandy pushed the coffee table with our game on it to the side and kneeled in front of me as I sat on the edge of the couch. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and I was unable to resist admiring her stunning tits as they swung in front of me. Quickly, she unhitched the top catch and pulled down the zipper to open my fly. My extra-thick and decidedly longer-than-average cock, measuring six and three-quarters inches, popped out. He was free at last!

She inhaled deeply as she gawked at my extreme arousal, then pulled my pants down and all the way off.

Almost without hesitation and with obvious jubilation, Brandy proclaimed, "I love your cock!" With an extremely sultry look and a direct focus into my eyes, she very slowly commented again, "Did I mention? I really love your cock!"

Brandy swooned over my super-engorged circumcised dick, which twitched a few times in response to the stimulus her desirous gaze gave me. My erection was pointing straight up like a Saturn 5 rocket on the launch pad; I couldn't have been more ready for blastoff.

Clearly, she had uncovered my most precious investigative tool and identified a vulnerability to exploit.

In no uncertain terms, I told her, "You're going to handle it, kiss it, lick it, and suck on it."

Her response was, "I can, yippee!"

Then Brandy went to work on my peter, employing her soft feminine fingers and an even more aggressive technique in concert. I felt her small hand wrap about three-quarters of the way around my erection. She gently jerked my shaft a few times before lowering her head to orally meet it.  At first, she kissed its head, then she licked it and concentrated around my pee hole.

It was definitely my turn to take a deep breath.

"That feels incredible!"

This was nothing but a concerted ATTEMPT to confiscate all of the projectiles from my loaded six-shooter. Using only her tongue, Brandy proved that she not only possesses a mastery of ball-istics but also understood how meticulous oral attention to every aspect of my piece enhanced its performance in the way it discharged its duties.

Suddenly, Brandy lifted her head and looked delighted and adorable; she licked the crown of my cock once and then slid her lips down over its reddish head to suck on it a few times before her withdrawing mouth and tongue massaged my sensitive glands underneath. It felt like only a teaser.

Then she licked her lips and said, "Bob, your top sirloin really comes with some tasty sauce, yum! In addition, your cock is so damn hard I am convinced it needs my specialized therapy immediately if you're to avoid discomfort.”

"You’re right!"

"Sweet. Move your legs further apart," she ordered.

After I moved them, Brandy got closer between my legs, and I saw mischief gleaming in her eyes. She began by licking my cockhead and gradually progressed to the frenulum in front, utilizing only the tip of her tongue. This action caused my rod to quiver. I was close to having my six-shooter's trigger tripped, so I wouldn't be able to handle much more of that kind of intense sensitivity.

I grunted, "Ooh shit."

From there, Brandy licked her way very slowly down the hard shaft to the base of my woody. It felt fantastic!

Between licks she mumbled, "I am going to check out your balls again."

Afresh, Brandy used only the tip of her tongue and skillfully walked it down the elevated straight line that runs directly between my testicles. I suppose this demonstrated her sobriety, as well as sparking a carnal sensation and involuntary reflexes in my scrotum. The nerve endings come together on that line, and she sent shivers right up my spine.

She glanced up to see the reaction on my face, appearing both proud and amused.

"Look, Bob, your boys are slow dancing for me."

I must have displayed an expression of exhilaration from the attention that her tongue gave me as it caressed my family jewels and gooch.

Between loud slurps and kissing noises, she made more comments.

"For all their behind-the-scenes work, I want the boys to feel appreciated too." Lick, taste, kiss, lick. "My, you have some heavy-laden balls; I must lighten your load." Lick, slurp, lick. "Boys, please share some of your yummy ingredients with me."

Brandy’s dainty hands tickled the testicle she wasn't lapping at or another part of me. She gently stroked my Johnson, played with my “innie” belly button, massaged my thighs, traced a circle around my butthole, or simply ran her fingers through my closely trimmed pubic hair. I was in a completely vulnerable state of ecstasy; I was under her control, and all I could do was gesture and mumble encouraging words as she pleasured me. At the time, there was only one idea that entered my enraptured mind.

"Boy, I mean boys; she has done this before." It felt incredible!

Brandy’s oral BATTERY of me was unparalleled. The temptation to succumb was rapidly becoming more than I could control.

Finally, Brandy shifted back up to my dick, and she looked cheerful but determined. She licked my cockhead again, but this time with dedication and fervor. There was super intense and very lustful eye contact between us; her sky-blue eyes penetrated my soul. I felt her tender lips encircle and then close tightly around my cock's crown. The sensation was out of this world, particularly when she was simultaneously lightly sucking and using her tongue to massage my cock's glans and upper neck.

Slowly, Brandy orally consumed more of my shaft length with each move forward. She slid her lips back and forth repeatedly until the majority of my erection disappeared into her kisser each time. Given the overpowering stimulation of the gratifying maneuver, I knew I couldn't last long.

I shouted out, "You're sooo awesome!"

Brandy momentarily released my extremely agitated boner with a pop. My pre-cum was already coating her tongue.

She exclaimed with joy, "You are welcome, darling; you taste absolutely delicious!"

I remembered that Brandy immediately resumed her mission, licking my member's entire length before mostly engulfing it in her talented mouth. After she pushed forward with a long stroke, I sensed that my glans had touched up against the back of her throat, and her slight gag reflex proved it. On a final push, she suppressed her reflex and took in all of my six and three-quarters inches of throbbing prick. The tightness of her pharynx was more than I could bear.

I said, 'Ooh yah, ooh yah, ooh Brandy, Brandy, Brandy ooh!"

Only three or four more unruly thrusts into her throat caused my dick to spasm; my balls tightened up, and I was past the point of no return.

I yelled, "I'm cumming."

Brandy quickly slid my cock out of her throat and locked her lips around my cock's head. Simultaneously, she aggressively stroked my exposed shaft with her right hand. I began to feel euphoric contractions of mind-blowing proportions. I ejaculated rope after rope of cum to the back of her throat, coating her mouth with pearly whiteness. She was prepared and capable of swallowing every incoming squirt.

The orgasm took over my entire body. My legs shook, and my big neck stretched out, lifting my chin up as far as it could go.

I hollered, "Ooh, oh shit!"

Eventually, but probably within 30 seconds, I looked down; Brandy was still milking me with her hand and mouth. She had swallowed nearly every drop of my cum, with the exception of a minute quantity that dripped down on her chin. I was beginning to feel intense sensitivity down there, and I was spent. I coaxed her to withdraw, and she reluctantly allowed my shrinking dick to slip out of her mouth. However, she topped off the blowjob by giving my cock's head one last kiss, and then she exuberantly jumped up and laid a wet one on my lips.

She beamed with pride and was thrilled with the outcome of her labor.

"Bob, you treated me to lots of yummy cum; I could barely keep up with it all."

I was slowly recovering, but even so, I could barely think straight. In my state of bliss and ecstasy, I was totally being honest when I said, "Brandy, you literally blew my mind."

She laughed and said, "That's good! Thank you, Bob; I am still savoring your creamy, salty sweetness."

This woman's sexiness was truly exceptional! I was on cloud nine and declared, "The pleasure was all mine."

Brandy came around the coffee table and plopped down next to me on the couch. Her patented, winsome smile radiated.

She asked, "Are you giving up on the game now?"

"And let you win? No way."

However, I knew that I needed time to recover from her unrivaled onslaught of my now deflated pink pecker. For the time being, I was content to sit on the couch and play Clue with her. We drank more wine and ate snacks.

Once I got over my refractory period, I planned to show Brandy who's the real boss of this inquiry. Meanwhile, we relaxed and continued playing, but there was still lots of touching, light kissing, and further caresses. She was sitting there topless and only wearing purple panties and a smile. The sexy view gave me and my naked probing unit a faster recovery time and upsurge than I've experienced in many years.

She had initiated the interaction and gently touched my chest and softly kissed me, then she started to tickle my legs.

"Lie on your tummy. I want to play with your back, legs, and butt."

Brandy’s tender hands felt wonderful all over my hide. After about twenty minutes, I sat back up, and we kissed and tongue wrestled for another ten minutes. I also managed to play with her tits; seriously, I can't resist them. Clearly, she was up for more adult fun, and she did everything she could to awaken my sleeping member without actually touching him. She may not have touched my manhood, but her digital circles all around and over my butt felt magical and uplifting in more than one way, and that was before the tongue action and tit play.

Even though our game playing had been spotty, I soon realized she had just made a key false suggestion.

"Hey Scarlett, you must remove your panties."

Brandy gave me a silly grin and stuck her tongue out at me, but this time she did not appear timid. Without much hesitation, she removed a pair of very soaked panties and threw them in my face. Her scent enticed me and sent a get-ready message straight to my cock.

She yelled, "Ta-da," and proceeded to perform.

She spun around for me, spread her legs wide for a full frontal look, and bent over to touch her toes, revealing a posterior view of her ass, from which I also saw very moist pussy petals. The entire area, from her mons to her bootyhole, was completely hairless.

Once again Brandy had aroused me into prime detective mode. Recalling the scene, the word "assets" sprang to mind as I gazed at and appreciated her very attractive posterior. I had a fondness for curves, and her physique could serve as a model for showing off the perfect female form. From the tip of her nose to the tip of her toes, this lovely policewoman had a lot to share with an undercover agent like me. Oh my! I saw the perfect womanly form in front of me to research, and I planned to do a thorough ass-essment.

I wanted more than to just gaze; all my senses needed to experience her most sensitive particulars.

"I am so glad that we can collaborate in solving this potential crime of passion." I threw a couple of handy pillows on the couch and said, "Come relax on the couch, Brandy; it's my turn to do the investigative work. It's time for me to retaliate. I will conduct an oral examination of your personal folders, which you have kept under wraps until now. I expect these folders of yours will be highly informative."

I became aware that I had successfully seduced her when she declared while sitting on the couch, "I am a mess; let me go freshen up."

"No! Have you forgotten? I am a detective gathering evidence; your wetness will give me more information about you to help solve the case."

Brandy snickered and countered, "Well, you might drown in the evidence."

I ordered, "Lie down on the couch and spread your legs wide. That’s perfect. Okay, use your fingers to gently spread apart the folds of your lovely pussy. Now move your fingers away; I need to see what they have been hiding from me.”

Playing along, but hesitating, she said, "Yes, sir," but then further asked, "Is this proper investigative conduct, sir?"

"Yes, I am going by the book; my book, got it?"

I could again tell from her facial expressions that Brandy loved being submissive to me in a playful way.

"Whatever you desire, professor."

Following that, Brandy proceeded to show me her precious treasure trove that had been hidden within her feminine folders. Her horny smile and extreme wetness gave away her desire. She was enjoying my intense gaze.

“That’s better.”

I wanted to expeditiously get to the crux of the matter facing me. I lowered and positioned myself between Brandy's seductively outward-facing legs. I moved up to her sex and saw her lovely labia lips, which resemble lovely rose petals and had once again slipped back over her vagina. I sucked on both of her wet inner and outer lips. When I backed off to take a peek at her folds, they appeared to be getting increasingly swollen, and I could definitely smell her sexual arousal. Her entire pussy was soaked, and I quickly dove back in for another taste.

My tongue traveled around Brandy's sensitive female organs. I trailed around her folds that had closed in on the opening of one extremely soaked vagina. There was also a substantial amount of feminine fluid that had run down her legs, which served as evidence of her extraordinarily high level of arousal. I consumed an abundance of sweet feminine nectar, which made my cock harder than ever.

I again nibbled and passionately licked Brandy’s engorged petals. Subsequently, I trailed the tip of my tongue up her slit and gradually reached her lady part’s most responsive area. I wanted to orally HARASS her pussycat’s sensory nerve center for information, but instead I found the Pink Panther. Wow, all the excitement had turned her normal meek clitoris into a highly aroused pinkish stone. Her diamond in the rough, a slippery pink jewel that had been well hidden from my investigation until that precise moment.

In the Panther’s setting, I also observed that Brandy’s once submissive opening nearby had transformed as well. The leaking honey hole had turned into an undulating, pulsating, and extremely hungry manhood eater that needed to be fed and tamed, or at least appeased. I was up for the challenge; her most feminine of locales contained a treasure trove of secrets for me to probe into.

Yes, her fervent pink panther genuinely motivated me to do my duty. To begin my quest, I started by licking away the gem's cover.

Brandy was already writhing, jiggling, moaning, and talking incoherently, using words such as "Ooh man, I'll never tell, ooh gawd, maybe I will."

Once I began working on Brandy’s pink jewel in earnest, her speech became incomprehensible at times. I watched her diamond come completely out of its hiding place, grow several more carats in size, turn a darker shade of pink, and become simply uncontrollable. She owned a flawless gem, which I thoroughly enjoyed polishing with my tongue. I licked her pink jewel and surrounding habitat with increasing speed and force, and it was not long before she lost control entirely.

Brandy’s thighs clamped down on my head like a vise. She moaned, and more animalistic sounds came out of her mouth. Her body thrashed, bucked, squished, and rolled in ecstasy, with my big head in tow. Her back arched upward, and she let out a primal cry when her orgasm hit. Her juices gushed out all over my face.

I heard her utter "yeses" and "holies," along with the revealing of some of her deepest, most private thoughts and feelings in passionate outbursts.

Yes, the natural habitat of her pink diamond served as a fantastic source of intimate details and DNA, which enabled me to excel at documenting her passionate release of pent-up sexual tension and undercover testimony.

Soon after, Brandy abruptly released my head and pushed me away from her pulsating and exceedingly sensitive dark pink gem. I got off the couch and crawled on my hands and knees up to her side to hold her. I noticed that her mouth resembled a large, round O. As her climax gradually diminished in intensity, I studied her beautiful face to see the wonderful look of pure pleasure I had given her.

Remembering what Brandy had said to me earlier, I grinned and proclaimed, "Brandy, I love your pussy!" Then again, with my cock pointing skyward and lodged against the side of her couch, I loudly stated, "Did I mention? I really love your pussy!"

After that, she turned on the couch and propped up her head on the back cushions and a pillow. Her butt hung off the front edge, and she had her legs spread wide and high in the air in a V shape. With her long, slim fingers, she once again opened her pussy up for me to see. Her pussy was soaking wet and highly engorged. Her mound even looked swollen.

She giggled and said, "Hmmm, that sounds familiar, you copycat. Look what you did to me; I am so turned on."

Smiling, I said, "In pursuit of you, maybe I am a tomcat; I am pleased to be here for you, babe." She liked that.

I had endeavored to secure custody of Brandy’s Pink Panther diamond and its heavenly setting, and I succeeded. I had followed in the footsteps of Inspector Jacques Clouseau from the original Pink Panther movie, who, when questioned about his methods used to acquire the pink gem, remarked, "Well, you know... it wasn't easy."

If someone inquired about my methods, I would say, "Well, you know… it came with a flood of information!"

The story will continue with part five. Like real crime fighters, we nail each other while playing Clue.

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