- Listen, Alex, they brought me a curious letter today. I would like you to read it, and the commissioner handed the inspector a thick envelope.
- What kind of letter? - asked Fish.
- It says it all. Read carefully, and then look again to me.
The inspector locked himself in his office, lit a cigarette and began to read.
“I met Farid on the business of my company. And he was not surprised when he invited me to visit him. The evening began quite banal - the table, conversations. His wife turned out to be a cool-haired blonde. Then Farid offered to smoke weed and I agreed. Warm waves rolled over me, I was good and indifferent, and my head was so empty that I heard tinnitus. Finally, emerging from the intoxication, I looked around the room with a dull gaze.
Farid and I sat on the couch, and in front of us his wife was undressing to the oriental melody. From his lips, I realized that he was saying something to me. Straining, I heard his voice, but I couldn’t make sense. Looking at me intently, he laughed and began to poke a finger at the buttons of my shirt. Apparently something dawned on me, and I began to carefully unfasten them. Unbuttoning my trousers, I looked up. The gorgeous wife Farida was already dancing before us almost naked. In addition to the bra and panties, she had a narrow belt with long elastic bands and transparent stockings.
For some reason, my eyes were riveted to her full thighs, into which the edges of the stockings had crashed.
- Listen, Irena, and you do not tight stockings? - I asked. She laughed. I turned to Farid: - Why is she laughing?
Farid, smiling, patted me on the shoulder:
“Why questions when you have such a gorgeous woman in front of you,” he answered. I nodded and looked again at Irene. At this time, she languidly pulled her panties. My gaze showed her smoothly shaved bosom.
- Bravo! - I said and applauded.
Irena laughed again and approached me. I wanted to ask why she was taking off my clothes, but my eyes rested on defiantly sticking out lips between her legs. Undressing me, she knelt down and took my cock in her mouth. Again I wanted to ask Farid something, but he suddenly appeared behind her already naked. Finally, it began to reach my mind what was going on. The first orgasm appeared as if suddenly, almost completely sobering up me. I saw the face of Irena with my cum on my lips. She looked at me with a dull gaze and swayed in time with Farid's pitching. But her husband immediately took her to the carpet. Putting her on his back, he sat on her chest and gave his dick to her mouth.
“Take a seat,” he said to me and showed her smooth womb. I slid down on all fours from the carpet and sat down between her legs and began to stroke thin silk that fitted soft calves.
- Do not be shy, lick her sweetie pussy. She loves it, I heard the voice of Farid.
Her plump lips were hot and wet. They flinched under my tongue and excited me. But here again Farid changed everything. Now I was lying on my back, and Irena was standing on all fours above me. Her plump ass rose above my face.
I again began to lick her lips and clit, and at that time she was giving me a blow job. And so a huge member Farid appeared at the top. He went down and finally rested in the spouse's anus. And unexpectedly easily slid inside. After literally a few strokes, he twitched and, having driven the penis completely into the point of the spouse, finished it. Then he went outside, then disappeared from my field of vision. The anus is still twitching, then slightly shrinking, then swinging open again. From it a thin stream flowed sperm. She went down on her lips and clit, and I licked her, fascinated by an unusual look.
Irena straightened and sat on my face. Her open anus was above my mouth. I threw a greedy kiss to him and began to suck out of it their juices. At the end, Irena squeezed and squeezed a large amount of sperm into my mouth.
Irena smoothly turned over and was on my back. Her wet vagina swallowed my hard cock, and her face approached mine.
And suddenly she whispered hotly:
- My dear, Farid would like to fuck you in the ass. Have you ever tried it already? - and, without waiting for an answer, she continued: - I will give you an artificial member, you're at home with him to indulge, and next weekend come to us. Will you do as I ask you, dear?
I nodded spellbound, Irena smiled and kissed my forehead. And then I finished.
At home, I actually found an artificial penis in my briefcase. Undressed, I took it and went to the bathroom. Smearing it with cream and putting one foot on the edge of the bath, I smoothly inserted it into my anus. The sensation was unusual and at first unpleasant. But I remembered Irena's hot whisper and right there, as if by magic, it became easy and pleasant for me.
The following weekend I showed up to Farid. Everything was the same as the first time, only the drug now did not affect me so much. I was fine, but I realized everything. Farid, putting Irena on all fours, stretched his knees, and I melted, looking at them from the sofa. But Irena beckoned me with her finger, and I crawled over to her on all fours. For some reason she spoke in a whisper again:
“You did as I asked, honey?”
I just nodded.
“Then stand next to me.”
I silently obeyed, continuing to look at her face, which hesitated in time with the jolts. She smiled at me when her head stopped swaying. And then in my anus began to enter a fat member Farid. I groaned as if spellbound, continuing to look into Irena's eyes, and soon the pain gave way to pleasure. A mighty piston moved inside me, and it seemed that it reached the stomach.
- Are you pleased, my dear? - whisper asked Irena. I nodded as always. It seemed to me that I was drowning in her eyes. But the piston twitched in me, and hot semen began to pour into my gut. I just turned and pulled, and I have not seen anything around me.
Farid went to the bathroom, and I fell exhausted to the floor. Irena touched my dick.
“Wet,” she said, smiling, “so you really were pleased.”
I looked at her hand and saw the sperm there. Looking down, I was surprised to see that moisture was draining from my penis. I didn't even notice how I ended up. And then Irena moved close to me, and her face hung over mine.
“My dear, you were really pleased,” she whispered, “but my husband likes castrati, and I will cut your testicles next weekend.” You do not mind?
I nodded.
- Take a vacation, tell everyone that you are going to distant relatives and come, I will wait for you.
At home under the shower, I masturbated, remembering Irena's gorgeous body and her eyes. Big eyes. I smiled, I was fine ...
Drug nicely relaxed me. I slowly masturbate, looking at how Irena smoothly drops onto Farid's cock, how her calves tighten, how she strokes her big breasts. As the gum then stretch, then weaken in time with the movements of her hips. As she smiles at me and with a languid gesture beckons to her. She points down with a plump finger, and I lean towards her hairless pubic, and I see her soft, moist lips moving along the smooth stem. Her hand goes down and takes out a member from a hot vagina, while the other pushes me towards him.
- Suck, - I hear her hot whisper and obey. The head rests on my palate, and I begin to carefully move up and down.
- Come here - again her voice. She moves a little further on the face of Farid. - Sit on the dick.
And here I am in front of her. She smiles at me.
“It is pleasant for you to sit on horseback,” either Irena asks, or says. Her pen goes down and gropes my testicles, - I'll cut them off today, my dear, you agree.
I, as always, just nod in response.
- jerk off - and she takes my hand and lowers it down, makes it a few strokes, and then I continue myself.
From such a sharp pleasure - a huge member, tearing my anus, and masturbation - I quickly finish. Tired I fall onto the carpet. Irena gets on all fours and Farid vigorously enters at first into the vagina, and then into the ass. Soon he is all tense and shrieks. Then it stops for a while, gradually relaxes and now slowly rises and goes into the shower. Irena beckons me to her:
- Lick and suck all of my ass, dear. Farid let me go there a lot.
And I fall asleep. Her red, opened vagina oozes with juice. Stretched by a huge dick Farida anus was sperm flowed. Irena was moaning at the touch of my tongue and trembling all over. Licking her holes, I was excited more and more. Irena noticed this, began to jerk my dick. The second orgasm stunned me like an explosion. As soon as I started to cum, Irene stiffened and the sperm from her anus began to drain into my open mouth in clots. And I greedily swallowed this love cocktail.
“Now come with me, my dear,” as if her voice came from far away.
When I woke up, I saw Irene sitting in a robe on the edge of the bed. She handed me a cigarette that I smoked, and I pulled myself out of her hands. I felt warm and well again. Drug waves spread over the body. She smiled at me and, smoothly throwing back the edge of the dressing gown, showed the edge of the stocking, which crashed into a plump leg.
- Do you like? - she asked quietly, - iron, dear.
I reached out and my fingers touched the cold nylon. At this time, she ran her hand under the covers and began to knead my soft cock.
“He will not rise again,” she said in a whisper, and her hand, in confirmation of the words, squeezed my empty scrotum. For a moment I was numb and asked:
- I didn't notice anything. When?! I do not feel anything.
- You lain here for almost a week. But all is well, isn't it, dear? - and I agreed nod.
Irena got up and went out. Soon she returned with Farid. He silently threw off his robe and lay down next to me. He laid me on his side and immediately, abruptly and completely, entered me. He drove a member in me, and Irena, spreading her legs wide, jerking off her clitoris, eagerly looking at the action unfolding in front of her. My soft penis dangled in time with the member entering and exiting my anus. Sperm splashing into me gave me pleasure, but not the same as before. Irena, too, groaned and twitched, her big lips were moistened and she went limp.
- Oh, that was great. I want to see it again and again, she whispered.
When I was about to leave, Irena approached me and said in a tender voice:
- You know, my dear, sometimes Farid likes to have some fun with the deceased.
I nodded.
- Get away from work, eat from the apartment and tell everyone that you decided to move to the north of the country. And next weekend come to us again. Will you come, dear?
I nodded again.
- Come and do not be afraid. You yourself will not notice how all this will happen.
But it happened otherwise - my boss went on a business trip, and the specificity of the service did not allow me to leave work in his absence. Therefore, the next visit to Farid and Irene had to be postponed until the next weekend. But, apparently, the charms with which Irena bewitched me were not designed for two weeks, since yesterday I was able to recover and, looking back, at least somewhat critically evaluate what happened to me during this month. But I am certainly not the first and not the last victim of these terrible people.
Today is Friday. The clock shows ten in the evening. I will now add this letter, put it in an envelope, and write on the envelope so that it will be handed over to the police. Tomorrow morning, I will say goodbye to my neighbors, hand over the porter the keys to the apartment, and go to Farid’s mansion at ... ” And just below the signature - Leonard Humphrey.
Inspector Fish rewrote the address in his notebook, and folded the letter in an envelope and casually shoved it into the inside pocket of his jacket. For a few moments he soullessly looked out the window, and then resolutely rose from the table and went to the Commissioner Border.
- Well, how? - Immediately asked the commissioner.
- In my opinion, the case is dark. When did it happen? - asked the inspector.
“The new tenants who handed over the letter moved into the apartment two weeks after Humphrey left it.” And the letter, according to the author, was written the day before.
- What do you intend to undertake, Mr. Commissioner?
“First, let's start the search for Humphrey ... or his corpse.” He could not disappear like a needle in a haystack. Secondly, Irena and Farid. I charge them to you, Alex. I have already made some inquiries about them. So, - Commissioner Border looked at the records lying on the table, - Farid is a successful businessman who has grown rich at some dubious enterprises. His wife - a lady with an obscure past, besides about her all sorts of dark rumors.
Strangely enough, both of them enter into the highest strata of society, although it is completely incomprehensible how they achieved this. So you can’t take them with your bare hands ... - the commissioner thought. - So it is. As yourself to appear in their home you have no reason - it will only scare them. And what if you declare there under the guise of a merchant who has a business proposal to Mr. Farid?
“But I don’t understand anything about commerce,” said Fish.
“It's okay,” said Commissioner Border, “Farid is usually in her office at this time, the mistress of the house is alone.” Go there right now and talk with her, maybe you can sniff out something. Just be extremely careful - she shouldn’t suspect you of anything. Good luck to you!
The inspector got into his old Jeep and went to the address copied from the letter. The door opened a charming blonde. She looked at Alex questioningly with huge, expressive eyes.
- Good afternoon, madam. I would like to see Mr. Farid.
“Farida is not home now, but soon he should come,” the blonde answered in a languid voice, “if you don’t take your time, you can wait for him in the living room.”
The hostess led Fish into the living room and sat in a luxurious easy chair.
- One minute, Mr. ...
- Fish. Alex Fish, a merchant.
- One minute, Mr. Alex Fish, now I will treat you to coffee - and the hostess has disappeared behind the draped door.
The inspector looked around. Color parquet, high stucco ceiling, expensive wallpaper, huge tiled fireplace, antique furniture, heavy crystal chandelier. It was evident that rich people live here.
The hostess returned, carrying on the tray two fragrantly steaming cups of coffee. The inspector took a sip, and pleasant warm waves rolled onto his mind. He suddenly felt good and indifferent, and his head was so empty that he even heard some kind of ringing.
“Alex,” the hostess suddenly began to speak in an ingratiating voice, gazing at him intently, “you have a letter in your inner pocket ...”
- Which letter? - still tried to resist Fish.
“Give it to me,” the woman continued, tenderly, “be so sweet.”
The inspector nodded and took out Leonard Humphrey's letter from his inside pocket. The hostess immediately set it on fire and threw it into the fireplace. When the letter burned out, she again turned to the inspector:
- Dear Alex, I liked you so much. I beg you to come visit us this weekend. After all, you come, right?
The inspector nodded peacefully and took another sip of coffee.