Chapter Three.

'The Singular Case Of The Screaming Orgasm'

"You are quite right, Em-Em. Beau does have the propensity to use his sharp teeth at the moment of climax. Quite remarkable."

"Don't I know it?"

Emma Watson yawned and then smiled knowingly as she continued to rub the nape of her neck unconsciously.

"Wait a minute!" she sat bolt upright in her chair with her jaw dropped. "You, you just read my mind!"

Emma looked incredulously at the smug-looking Scarlett Holmes, who took a long drag on a black cigarette.

"Nonsense. I just used my brain and pure reasoning. It was surprisingly easy."

The two women were relaxing in Emma's riverside apartment on a stuffy and humid morning in July. Were it not for the air conditioning the room would most likely have resembled an oven. Emma gazed out of the window at the Thames twenty-five floors below through the glare of harsh sunlight. She had returned late after spending a hot night with her current boyfriend, an American businessman named Leo. Things had gotten serious of late between the two thirty-year-olds, and Emma was on cloud nine.

"Explain, or I shall go mad."

The attractive English rose sat up in her chair put her hands in her lap and waited patiently. It had been one month since she had met the astonishing Scarlett Holmes. By some strange quirk, the golden-haired beauty had been transported from the year 1891 to the present day. Confused and bereft of help, the two had stumbled upon each other on the streets of London, and the qualified Doctor had graciously offered whatever the lost soul needed. That was food, shelter, and the chance to get her head straight.

"It's true that I am well known for being proficient with observation, deduction, and logical reasoning. I have known to befuddle people to such a point that they think that I have fantastic powers. But once I explain myself you will just laugh and scoff."

"I will not. You just crept into my head and told me exactly what I was thinking. How did you do it?"

"Very well. Firstly, when you endeavour to return late from a night out and attempt to pass my room without disturbing me, it seems pointless to remove your shoes yet giggle inanely outside my door."

Scarlett lit another smoke and paused a moment.

"I heard you return here at three this morning after you presumably left the home of your boyfriend. As I partook of a light breakfast upon waking, you emerged from your room and sat down where you sit now. You had a wry smile on your pretty face and I watched you look out of the window and then stare at the vase filled with a dozen red roses. Naturally a gift from a serious admirer with obvious romantic overtones."

"Right, that makes sense."

"Indeed. So you spent the night with your man. Your eyes sparkled and your lips quivered as you recalled the lover's tryst. Your left hand went up to your neck where you swept aside your hair and rubbed what appears to be a very recent, and very well-defined love bite. Your lover is the owner of some sharp teeth. As you reminisced about this act of foreplay you buried your other hand between your legs and crossed them, probably in an attempt to relive the sensation of him there. As you rubbed your sore neck more urgently, you clamped your thighs tight shut, as if imagining your sexual climax once more in your mind's eye."

Emma cleared her throat uncrossed her bare legs and smiled weakly.

"All that is true. Leo does like to nibble on my neck while we make love. But? Hang on! How is it possible that you know he calls me Em-Em? And that I call him Beau? This IS mind reading!"

"My dear girl. If I reveal all my expertise you will think it was mere child's play. Very well. Regard your beautiful bouquet of flowers, presumably from Leo. Attached to the stems is a personal note. It reads, To my dearest, darling Em-Em from your loving Beau."

"You are joking! That WAS child's play. And I thought you were doing some sort of Harry Potter magic and getting inside my head. How obvious!"

"Alas. It is as I said. When I explain all it is brushed off as being simple."

"Sorry, Holmes."

"Anyway. All that aside, look! I have my first case."

Scarlett held up her Samsung mobile phone and clapped her hands. Anxious in this modern age to resume her passion for solving the unsolvable, Holmes, with the help of Emma, had mastered the use of a personal phone and had placed an advertisement on social media offering her unique services.

"This world never ceases to amaze. My very own communication device. In the palm of my hand no less."

"I'm sure it's a bit of a leap, but everybody has one these days. Good news then?"

"In precisely thirty minutes we can expect a visit from a Mister Doyle who has the most unusual case. You will stay and observe, won't you?"

"If I can help in any way just ask."

"Splendid! This is it, my girl. I'm back in business."

x

There came a knock on Emma's front door and she let in the building handyman, Martin Hudson.

"There is a visitor for Miss Holmes."

"Thank you for your time, Hudson."

Scarlett gave the robust young man a wink as a pallid figure of a man shuffled in and took the offered seat opposite Scarlett and Emma.

'Please, Mister Doyle? You won't mind the presence of Emma, do you? She's just here to observe."

"Not, not at all."

Doyle nodded at Emma who was unable to hide a look of some discomfort at the sight of the poor fellow. Doyle had the reddest hair she had ever seen on a man, and his pale visage was sadly disfigured by a terrible scar. This had the unfortunate effect of turning up the outer edge of his upper lip.

"Yes. I am the unfortunate and desperate soul named Alex Doyle, and I need your expert advice. And help. I am at my wit's end. I saw your advert and was reminded of that noted detective from the past, also named Holmes. Are you related?"

"In a manner of speaking." Scarlett shot a sideways glance at Emma and suppressed a giggle. "Indeed, I pride myself in being able to deduce and process data from observation. For instance, I see that you are a man in his thirties who, after a life of just getting along fine, has had the good fortune to come into money. The lottery?"

"Precisely so. Fifty million."

"A tidy sum to be sure. You are not accustomed to the change in fortune as of yet as you dress still in a tee shirt and blue jeans. And yet have a handsome pair of Christian Louboutin velvet loafers with crystal toe caps. A striking contrast if I may be so bold."

"Go on."

"Despite the presence of the delectable Emma here, you have virtually ignored her, and in the last ten minutes have mentally undressed me. To such an extent that you had attempted to hide your burgeoning erection by crossing and uncrossing your legs."

Doyle lowered his head when he realised he was indeed staring blatantly down the vivacious Scarlett's half-unbuttoned blouse. She scrutinised the odd man with her big green eyes as he and Emma hung on the blonde's every word.

"I deduce that your sexual partiality is for bodacious blondes with big tits. You are quite well endowed and dress to the left. The outline of your appendage is quite visible. Do you see, Emma?"

Emma smiled through thin lips and smoothed back her well-groomed brows in slight embarrassment.

"Furthermore, and presumably as a consequence of your facial disfigurement, you are bereft of female companionship. Therefore, as a right-hander, you have a more pronounced fist than your left. Due no doubt to excessive masturbation. Note the huge veins on the back of his hand and forearm. Nothing to be ashamed of, by the by."

"Bloody hell, Holmes!" cried an impressed Doyle.

"Bloody hell, Holmes!" cried an unbelieving Emma. "How do you know all these things?"

"Elementary my dear's. Am I right, Doyle?" Scarlett asked as she lit up a cigarette.

"Right on the nose. I do have a, you know down there, and I love sex. Of course, women shun me, and I have to resort to self-gratification. It's a shame as I am well hung and I know how to use it. If I had good looks then there would be a line outside my bedroom door, believe me. And on top of that I have a very rare blood type, so most plastic surgeons will not operate on my mouth. Since my big win, I have indulged in booking high-class prostitutes, and I have enjoyed myself no end. I pay big, and I expect the best. And therein lies my problem."

"Do tell."

"In Mayfair lies my favourite female escort agency, 'Blondes Do It Better', and I have fallen head over heels for one of the girls. The trouble is, she is one of identical triplets, all of whom are on the agency books. I have slept with all three and they are worth every penny I spend. I get off best when I see and hear a female climax. In particular when we achieve a mutual orgasm. Heaven itself. I pay the girls a big bonus if they get off with me. My preferred triplet is a screamer. She literally screams the house down when she comes, and with such an endearing high-pitched squeal you ever heard. Really brings me off. I cum in buckets."

"I can only imagine," replied an aloof Holmes as she eyed up the demure Emma. What she would give to hear the young actress climax in her arms.

"The girls are from America. They are blonde, leggy, and stacked. Impossible to tell apart, and all equally fantastic in bed. Now they all know me and my intentions, they would all love to be the next Mrs. Doyle and enjoy my millions. But I am only ready to commit to my screamer. Is it Nicole, Erica, or Jacklyn? I slept with who I was told was Erica, but she screamed on only two occasions. So the other must have been Nicole or Jacklyn. The two conniving girls of the three have affected a no-sleep arrangement with me, together with my treasure, so that I am now unable to sleep with my beloved and propose marriage."

Doyle dipped his head and worried his orange hair with his fingers.

"Have you ever heard of a more disagreeable and frustrating situation?"

"Well, since you ask, yes. But that is neither here nor there."

"Surely you could find out where each girl lives and ascertain the one you like best?"

Emma broke her silence with a straightforward query.

"Well done, Emma. Good question."

"The manager of the agency decrees a strict privacy rule. No home visits or personal numbers. Only hotels are used and only cash is acceptable. I have no knowledge of where they live, either separately or together. That is why I've come to you for help."

"I will take you on as a client, Mister Doyle. Come back in a week and l shall have the identity of your desired one."

"Really? I shall pay you well, I can assure you. How will you discover my screamer?"

"Why simplicity itself. Emma and I will fuck all three blondes."

Emma perked up and did a double take.

"Say what now? Sod off! I'm not doing that."

"Why, Emma. You did offer to help in any way, did you not?"

"Did I? Oh, fluff!"

"We shall be discreet and use false names and identities. Truth is, I simply cannot fulfill the task at hand alone. We shall be in and out before you know it."

"Hmm."

Emma brooded as she wondered what she was just about to agree to.

x

Two days later the pair began to come up with a plan of action. Scarlett determined that they should strike in a single evening when all three sisters were on active service. That way they would not be tricked in any way by any deception.

"Here it is."

Emma found the aforementioned agency on her Apple iPad Pro tablet.

"Blonde's Do It Better, a 24/7 London network with the fairest and bustiest of fun ladies. Book one of our highly sophisticated and elegant blondes for a relaxed and entertaining time. Rest assured that all of the gorgeous females are exclusive models and genuine escorts. All pictures depicted here show their real looks."

Emma scrolled down dozens of scantily clad models and noted all sorts of choice women. European, Asian, Turkish, and American.

"Here's our triplets."

"How are they described?"

"As aged thirty. A Plus. £600 an hour. Offer all services. Busty. Bisexual. Duo or Group. Spanking. Striptease, Roleplay, and Uniforms. There are lots of reviews by satisfied clients. This fellow says, this girl was super sexy and I can't wait to visit her again. Another mentions a threesome. The two identical women were a perfect duo, he says. Both very naughty and inventive behind closed doors."

Emma looked up at Scarlett who sat back and folded her arms.

"I propose that we book all three in the space of three hours. We shall use false names to book all three engagements and attempt to uncover Doyle's desired one. I fancy we may include Hudson with one of us in order to participate in a threesome to deflect suspicion on behalf of those two girls who would swindle Doyle of his millions."

"You can be with him then. I can't pretend that I'm not happy about all this and I shall stick with girl on girl. I owe it to Beau, er, Leo."

"Agreed. Hah! Ready yourself, girl. The game is assuredly afoot."

x

Number 145 Park Lane is exactly that. A luxury hotel in the middle of classical London, known by the title '145, Park Lane.' Formerly The Playboy Club, a fashionable 60's hangout for the rich and famous, the building was now home to a modern and luxurious hotel with 45 guest rooms, all overlooking the royal Hyde Park.

"Here we are, Hudson. Room 023."

At precisely eight pm, Holmes and Martin Hudson arrived to be confronted by a simply stunning blonde bombshell. She must have been around six feet tall in her high heels, thought Scarlett. Her honey-blonde hair was swept over one shoulder and her strapless black dress with the low-cut neckline showed off her deep cleavage.

"Mister and Mrs. Smith? Come on in."

"Thank you."

Scarlett and Hudson followed the blonde escort into a low-lit room that was spacious and big. One side of the room had six uncovered dual-aspect windows that looked out onto the view of Hyde Park.

"I am Johanna, and this is my husband, Rex."

"Erica."

The blonde American shook their hands and then looked Hudson up and down and was highly impressed with his ripped physique.

"Rex? Woof, woof! I think we're all gonna get along. You two fancy dabbling in a threesome, right?"

The woman claiming to be Erica spoke in a southern American twang that Holmes surmised might be Texan.

"Quite so. We feel that we want to swing a bit after several years of marriage."

"Swell. You both need to take a shower and then I need the cash upfront. Place the envelope on that table. The clock is ticking folks. You got one hour or it's another six hundred. The bathroom's through there."

Scarlett and Hudson trotted off to the en-suite bathroom which boasted sleek white marble floors and warm lighting. The pair quickly stripped off and got in a hot shower.

"Remember, Hudson," said Holmes loudly above the outpouring of white water. "The idea is to bring this female to orgasm to observe her reactions at the moment of climax."

"Understood, Miss Holmes."

"Time is of the essence, so we can't afford to dawdle. Let me get you warmed up."

As they stood side by side under the cascading water Scarlett leaned on Hudson's shoulder and wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard dick. He shuddered when she slid down his muscled body and flicked out her tongue to lick the underside of his throbbing shaft. His foreskin drew back as he reached full erection and he let out a cry as hot lips closed tightly on his tapered cock head.

The busty babe sucked in air as she pushed her head down to take half of his knob inside her watering mouth. As they stood under the stream of hot water, Scarlett feverishly slurped and slobbered on the stud until she felt him ready enough. They emerged side by side, she in a toweling robe, and he stark naked and sporting a mighty stiff.

"We're ready," announced Scarlett as she removed her robe.

Erica, if indeed it were she, had draped her now naked body across the red satin sheets. The only thing she wore was a pair of gossamer sheer black hold-ups that sheathed her exquisite legs. She lifted her head and saw her clients, both staring at her with wide-eyed anticipation. Her eyes affixed to Hudson's broad chest and smooth torso. He's fucking gorgeous, thought Erica as she ogled his fully erect cock with the magnificent swollen tip.

"Well, well. Look here. What a nice couple. Let's get started, shall we?"

Holmes read the time in the clock on the bedside table. 8.15. Tick tock, time to fuck.

x

Approximately fifteen minutes after Scarlett and Hudson had joined the first sister, Emma timidly knocked on door number 031. She did not know it but the blonde knockout who opened the door was the spitting image of the sister with Holmes and Hudson.

"Hi, sweetie. You're J.K. right?"

"Hi. Yes."

Emma stood demurely on the threshold of the luxury suite in a short trench coat over a plain white top and black mini skirt. She wore dark glasses to cut a discreet figure.

"Don't stand on ceremony, come on in. Time is money."

The blonde southern belle had a broad Texan accent and a big grin as she ushered Emma inside.

"Nice room."

"Honey, I earned it. The hard way. Just put the cash on the table and go shower. And make that muff squeaky clean, you hear? I hear you have an outfit you want to wear."

"I have it here."

Emma held up her small bag.

"You like to be dominated, that so?"

Emma nodded and cursed Scarlett for giving her a certain role. The fragrant and charming actress had no prior experience in sexual roleplay and wondered how things were going to play out. d UN Women Goodwill Ambassador, Emma thought she had seen pretty much everything until the unique and intriguing Scarlett Holmes popped into her busy life. The stylish and intelligent young female, who always had her schedule pretty much organized now had no idea what to expect next.

x

"You scrub up well, honey. You're a knockout."

Once showered and dried, Emma, appeared in the bedroom of the hired suite and drew a whistle from the stripped-off blonde escort sitting on the edge of the large bed.

"Thanks."

Emma had transformed into an alluring vision of seduction in a topless all-white satin waspie that settled on her hips, and a pair of see-through lacy panties. Her finely trimmed pubic hair was clearly visible through the sheer material. She wore a pair of opaque silk stockings with two garters with cute red ribbons atop each of her slender pins. On her feet were a pair of white satin pumps with four-inch heels and enticing thin ankle straps.

"You have nice taste in lingerie."

Not my choosing actually, but another's not too far from this very room. Emma did feel good though and the sweet caress of the waspie on her soft flesh gave her goosebumps. She was acutely aware of her modest-sized tits that were exposed at the top of the waspie, and her nipples became erect and jutted out invitingly.

"I think we have the very thing for our little game tonight."

The American blonde held up a black strap-on harness with an eight-inch dildo fitted in the special attachment. Emma gulped and approached the bed nervously, and as she walked the rustling of the silk stockings could be heard as her upper thighs rubbed. Erica put the strap on aside for the moment and drew Emma closer and cupped her tight ass. Emma's entire body quivered as the blonde's fingers stroked the warm flesh of the bare part of her upper thighs.

"You're so cute," Erica said admiringly as she slid the flimsy panties down over Emma's slim hips and silken pins.

Emma bit her lip as Erica traced out a line on her moist labia with just her fingertips. The girl went on the tips of her heels and spread her legs wider for the blonde who blew a gentle flow of warm air on her muff.

"That feels, odd."

Then Emma shrieked as she tossed onto the bed in a blur of flailing legs. Erica buried her face in Emma's snatch and eased her tongue into her sopping pussy of the lightweight. As she was driven mad by the languid drag of a tongue along her juicy slit, Emma shuddered and groaned, then wriggled and whimpered. Erica was an expert as she painted Emma's pussy with tantalising circles around her tiny nub.

"Ooooh! Yes...oh...yes!"

Emma was breathing hard as she hammered the mattress with her balled-up fists. Erica now made incredible figures of eight with her tongue around her clit, up and down her plump pussy lips, and from side to side on that sensitive strip of flesh known as the perineum. What could only be described as a delicious ache in her muff, Emma felt her seeping juices greedily lapped up. Her legs wilted and laid out flat on the bed as Erica raised her head and grinned.

"We have time still to play with our toy."

Erica looked down at the nubile vision in white and realised that she was enjoying herself more than usual. This filly was a dream with her pert tits and succulent pussy. The soft light of the exclusive hotel suite made her bared skin positively glow. The blonde escort found herself highly aroused and raring to go.

"Alright," agreed Emma with a dry throat.

Her flawless face was a picture of submissive apprehension as Erica wiggled her hips into the black harness and smeared lubricant along the ominous eight-inch lifelike dildo. Emma gulped as a pillow was shoved under her bottom and the big dildo was prodded at her wet entrance. The bulbous head of the fake cock slid inside Emma and parted her pink inner folds with ease.

"Oh! Mmm! Gosh!"

Erica shifted on her knees and pushed forward with her hips. As more of the dildo slid in Emma cupped her breasts, rolling the bullet-hard tips in her fingertips. Her legs bent at the knees as Erica bucked up into her with heaving tits and pelvic thrusts. Emma's tight cunt was filled and her nether lips were drawn out on the backstroke and then pushed in as she was penetrated once more.

"You're so cute."

Breathed Erica as she lightly kissed the tips of Emma's perky tits. The slick toy bathed Emma's rear end and her rounded cheeks glistened with the lube and her own fluids. In a sex-crazed haze, Erica set a faster pace and slammed into Emma's tight pussy. The submissive Emma gasped and jerked as the strap-on dildo sank up inside her. In a blur of relentless fucking the pair rocked and wailed and Emma came, not once, but twice in a short space of time. With one final thrust, Erica let the false cock remain embedded in Emma's sodden pussy and then unbuckled the straps.

"Holy shit!"

As Emma reeled from a third convulsion she looked down her panting form to see the obscene sight of the eight-inch dildo half sticking out of her exposed pussy. She raised herself up on her elbows as Erica extracted the toy and placed it back in the attachment.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass." Erica hissed and helped Emma out of her waspie and into the strap-on harness.

"I've never done this before," Emma said wide-eyed. "How long before our hour is up?"

"Fifteen minutes," replied the blonde as she lubed up her asshole.

She went on all fours and wiggled her backside as Emma crept up behind her. To Emma's amazement, the dildo sank into Erica's anus with pretty much zero effort. She held onto the escort's hips as she attempted to fuck the blonde like a man would. It felt distinctly odd to shunt to and fro as if she had an erection poking out in front of her, but within minutes the actress had a rhythm going that seemed to please Erica.

"Faster, can you manage that, sweetie?"

Emma shifted on her knees and stroked home as best she could. This woman was loving it, and Emma saw that her asshole was nicely stretched out by the slick tool. Erica had reached beneath her and was flicking at her clit with frantic strumming of her fingers. Emma concentrated and fucked her even faster, banging hard into her reddening back passage.

"Gonna...gonna...gonna, cum!"

This was it, and Emma awaited the conclusion of a very kinky hour.

"Oh, oh, oh, urgh!"

Erica climaxed in a peculiar tweeting noise that resembled nothing like a scream. This was not Doyle's girl. Over her shoulder, Erica grinned at Emma and then promptly collapsed on the bed. Emma quickly made her excuses and left the suite to join up with Holmes.

x

Scarlett cut just as fine a figure as the American escort, thought Hudson as his eyes locked on the creamy full curves of her 34DD breasts. Erica followed his gaze down her voluptuous body to the full hips that framed the erotic V of her plump pussy mound.

"Wow, we are gonna rock the house tonight. Let's entertain Rex some."

"Alright," agreed Scarlett willingly.

The curvy blonde rolled onto the bed beside Erica and lay on her front with her rump sticking high in the air. She flashed her green eyes at Erica who sidled up and gently ran her fingers along the smooth back and waist down to the round curves of her cheeks. With a quick motion, Erica had Scarlett up on her knees by her hips and her nose nestled in the superb space that separated Scarlett's nates.

"Oh, yes!"

Scarlett jerked as the tongue action became a firm and assured licking that saw Erica burrow deeper inside Scarlett's pussy. With her eyes screwed up, Scarlett moved her bottom back into Erica's face and mumbled obscenities as she thrilled to the well-executed torment of length swipes.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Hudson wanked his knob as he looked on open-mouthed. Erica had her lips pursed now and she kissed Scarlett's pussy opening until her juices dripped and dripped. Close to her climax, Scarlett grabbed bunches of sheets as Erica ran her tongue up her slit as close to her clitoris as possible without actually touching it. As Erica flicked out her darting tongue she would pull back on occasion and Scarlett growled in frustration as she flexed her pelvis in search of the woman's elusive mouth.

"I think we need to bring Rex in on the action."

Scarlett laid out flat on her belly, her left leg trembling as she savoured the sublime spasm in her pussy. Hudson flopped onto the bed and Erica immediately curled her tongue around his bell end and took him eagerly into her mouth. As she moved her head back and forth on his considerable length she massaged his balls. Scarlett rose up and moved her bodacious body atop of him and placed her cunt directly over his open mouth.

"Mmm, that's it. You're really getting the hang of this swinging stuff."

"Thanks," muttered Scarlett as Hudson pressed his lips to her lips and started to kiss her muff.

The blonde American drew his throbbing organ deeper and deeper into her mouth and her saliva drooled down his hairless scrotum. His dick expanded between her lips and she held him still in her mouth before slowly pulling back and scraping her teeth along his thick shaft. Scarlett moaned loudly from the insistent lapping from Hudson's flattened tongue, and she bent forwards as Hudson probed her juiced-up quim with his questing tongue.

"Heavens! What fun!"

She noted the time on the clock. 8.40.

"I would like to watch you fuck my husband."

Erica popped off Hudson's knob and saw no reason to argue as his dick shone from her spit and dribble.

"Fine. Put a sock on that, would you honey?"

Hudson took one condom out of the packet of twelve laid on the table and broke open the wrapper. He rolled the latex sheath over his glans and along his rigid column.

"Now, sit there, and let's see what you're made of."

Hudson planted his bottom on the edge of the bed as Erica turned her back to him and crouched over his upright pole in a reverse cowgirl position. She lowered herself slowly onto his lap until her shaven muff met his sheathed cock head. Scarlett got up out of the chair and walked briskly to the king-sized bed, her hips swaying, and her big tits bouncing.

"Can you see, Johanna?"

"Quite so," answered Scarlett who bent forward to closely observe the American escort's bald pussy sink down his generous length.

Erica didn't stop until her moist cunt was fully impaled.

"That feels so good. He's pretty big, isn't he?"

Her blue eyes became half closed as she started to rock back and forth with her toes dug into the lush carpet beneath her feet. Her naked frame writhed and squirmed as she drove up and down, her hot pussy pushing ever deeper onto his slick shaft. Hudson saw Scarlett nod perceptively at him and he put his hands on Erica's shoulders and thrust up with his hips. Her abundant rack bounced wildly as she smashed down on his rod of steel, and her head dipped as her aching cunt was plundered.

"Are you going to cum?"

Erica looked into Scarlett's deep green eyes and smiled blissfully as she rubbed her pelvis on Hudson's groin. The grinding motion caused her clit to tingle like mad and her juices wetted his balls.

"Only a big cock gets me off, and your husband might just do it. But enough of me."

Erica hopped off of Hudson who fucked air for a few seconds. She took Scarlett by the hand and both fell onto the bed. Two pairs of ample breasts mashed together and Erica brushed Scarlett's thighs with hers. They writhed in each other's arms as their warm bodies pressed firmly together. Scarlett was highly impressed as Erica rotated her hips and lunged down at just the right angle to bump pussies. Both gyrated and groaned as their clits strained against the other. Hudson looked on in awe as their trimmed pubes mingled in a damp union of sexual stimulation. Scarlett's deep cleavage was dappled with fine beads of perspiration and her nipples were rock-hard.

"Ooooh! Aaaah!"

She started to cum as Erica massaged her clit and pussy lips with frantic rubs. Scarlett turned to face Hudson and she made urgent nods to him to urge him to step up. Her head tilted back as Erica was roughly pulled up by the rabid Hudson who moved her into a doggy stance and mounted her.

"Yes! Fuck me, Rex! Fuck me with that big bone, puppy!"

Erica grabbed a soft pillow for support as Hudson drove up into her at a rate of knots. As he fucked her hard and fast she dipped her head and panted into the pillow. The ripped former soldier worked in and out of her sodden pussy with powerful pumps of his taut ass. He felt her pussy contract around his turgid cock and he signaled with a thumbs up to the expectant Scarlett.

"Nearly...there."

Hudson bellowed himself as he flooded the condom and he pulled Erica firmly back onto his entire length. Scarlett strained her ears as Erica looked up with a look of shock on her face, and her mouth gawped like a goldfish out of the water as she came. She fell onto her back as Hudson withdrew and her large tits glistened with moisture and her stomach undulated in what could only be described as a silent orgasm. Her throat made barely audible cries of satisfaction, and before she could even look up, Holmes and Hudson had already left. This was not Doyle's girl.

x

"Are all your cases going to be like this?" Emma asked as she attempted to fix her hair.

"One can only hope, dear girl," replied Scarlett who was grinning like a cat who had gotten the cream.

Scarlett and Emma had just left room 042 where they had seen Doyle and his intended of the three triplets happily reconcile. The two exhausted women took a taxi and returned to Emma's apartment where they took to their respective rooms and slept the whole next day.

x

Two days later.

"Scarlett! What the..."

"Emma! There you are. Doyle here is just thanking me for a job well done. Erica and he are to be happily married at the end of the month."

Scarlett Holmes looked over the man's back at the unexpected intrusion of Emma as he lay nestled between her splayed legs in the missionary position. Both naked, the pair were fucking each other like dogs on heat, and Doyle's backside rose and fell as he rammed into the stacked blonde. Scarlett's body was dappled with a light sheen of perspiration as Emma watched Doyle's considerable length thrust in and out of her moist pussy.

"Doyle spoke the truth. He has one of the thickest cocks I have ever encountered. Oh, my word!"

Doyle went into overdrive and slammed Scarlett into the mattress. Her legs flailed in the air as she shuddered from an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Bloody hell, Holmes! I don't believe it!" cried Emma in exasperation.

"Bloody hell, Doyle! I don't believe it!" cried Scarlett in ecstasy.

Doyle promptly erupted and his lower body convulsed over and over as he ejaculated. Copious amounts of his cum trickled out of Scarlett's overstuffed pussy and leaked out, down her crack, and onto the crisp white sheets.

"Emma. Remind Hudson that we need our linen changed as soon as possible."

xxx