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Saturday, January 15, 2011

Murder Mystery by Tony Haynes


Becky wandered back from the bar over to where Marisa sat and put the drinks down on the table. Marisa barely noticed. Becky snapped her fingers. "Earth calling Marisa, come in please."

Marisa shook herself out of the stupor. "Sorry."

"Come on, it can’t be that bad."

Marisa grimaced. "Are you kidding? It’s my thirtieth next weekend and at this rate I’m going to end up spending it on my own."

"No, you won’t," Becky replied.

"Oh? Do you know something I don’t?"

"Yes. I’m going to take you away for a couple of days."

Marisa leant across the table and hugged her best friend. "What would I do without you? So, where are we going?"

"Do you trust me?" Becky asked.

"Not in the slightest!"

"Good. Then it’ll be a surprise."

Which was how, a week later, Marisa found herself sat in the passenger seat of Becky’s Audi as they pulled into a long driveway, at the end of which stood a fabulous country hotel. Marisa was delighted. "It’s perfect."

Becky grinned. "That’s not the half of it. Open my bag on the back seat."

Marisa leant across and, after digging around for a few seconds, pulled out a flappers dress. She couldn’t believe it. Becky continued, "Tonight is a 1920's murder mystery dinner party and we are two of the guests."

Marisa was chuffed to bits. "You star."

The pair grabbed their things, checked into the hotel and eagerly made their way up to their rooms in order to change.

Half an hour later the pair of them went down to dinner together. Throughout the meal, Marisa and Becky’s attention was taken by the Hugh Jackman look-alike in the dinner jacket at the table next to them. As the meal came to an end, Becky whispered "I wouldn’t mind investigating his mysteries."

Marisa’s giggle was cut short as someone bumped into the back of her chair. Turning, she found herself face to face with the handsome creature they had been admiring. He bowed his head, uttered an apology, then made his way towards the bar in the room next door. As he walked away Marisa and Becky didn’t miss the opportunity to check out his cute bum.

"He’s gorgeous," Marisa declared.

"Hands off. I saw him first," Becky retorted.

Marisa decided she had to play her trump card. "Hey, it’s my birthday, remember?"

Becky reluctantly demurred. "Go get him then, girl."

Marisa was about to reply, only before she could do so she was interrupted by a loud scream that came from the direction of the smaller of the hotel’s two bars. Eagerly the guests got up and went to investigate. As Becky and Marisa entered the bar, Marisa groaned, "That’s just about my luck."

Lying on the floor beneath the bar was Hugh. The hotel manager, who was acting as host to the party, came from behind the bar and explained how the ‘corpse’ had been discovered. He then outlined the plan for the remainder of the evening. As the guests filed out into the lounge, Becky grabbed Marisa by the arm and in hushed tones advised, "Now’s your chance."

Marisa wasn’t sure what her friend was driving at. "What do you mean?"

"Hang back and I’ll cover for you."

Marisa’s heart began to beat a mite faster. "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Becky winked. "Happy birthday."

Surreptitiously, Marisa edged towards one of the tables set back in a secluded alcove and sat down. Becky was the last to leave the room in order to ensure that Marisa had a little privacy. The bar then fell silent. After a couple of minutes the ‘corpse’ stirred into life. He slipped his jacket off in order to examine how much of the fake blood capsule had leaked onto his shirt. Admiring his rippling muscles, Marisa was delighted to note that the Hugh Jackman comparison was still very apt now that he was semi-naked. Leaning over bar, he grabbed a cloth, dampened it and started to wipe the fake blood off his chest. Glancing back up at the mirror, he caught Marisa’s reflection for the first time.

Marisa felt her voice waver. "I could give you a hand with that if you like."

Slowly Hugh turned around and offered the cloth to Marisa. She went across to him, accepted it and dabbed at his chest. He watched her intently as she manoeuvred the cloth around his muscular torso. It took Marisa a few minutes to clear the last of the blood. Finally she put the cloth down, then asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Well, the kiss of life wouldn’t go amiss."

Marisa leant into his strong arms and they kissed passionately. His tongue darted in and out of Marisa’s mouth. Easing his hands around the back of her dress, he clasped the zipper and lowered it until the material hung loose around her shoulders. Stepping away from him, Marisa allowed the garment to slide down her lithe body and fall to the floor. Hugh let out a soft whistle as he admired the matching white bra, panties and stockings that Marisa was wearing.

Reaching down she slipped her panties off, turned around, bent over, backed into him and wiggled her slinky bottom in his groin. Immediately she could feel how excited he was. His right hand snaked around her hips in search of her pussy. His fingers came into contact with her already moist lips and gently he began to play with them, running his fingers up and down the soft, sensitive, folds of flesh. Marisa closed her eyes and luxuriated in his touch.

She felt him maneuver slightly and he turned her around, lifted her up and onto the edge of the edge of the bar top.

"It’s a perfect height," he said.

"Perfect for what?" Marisa purred.

"This." With that, he squatted on his haunches, rested his head between Marisa’s thighs and licked her pussy with his willing tongue. Marisa had no idea how he achieved it, but after his tongue had parted her lips, he sank it deeper inside her than anyone had ever managed previously. Marisa threw her head back and moaned with pleasure. It felt as if his tongue was everywhere, licking up, down, in, out, lapping up her excited juices. Marisa bit her lip and desperately tried to hold back the long overdue orgasm that was aching to burst between her inner thighs. She wanted to save that moment until his cock was deep inside her.

Instinctively he seemed to sense what she was thinking as he broke away in order to shrug off his trousers and boxer shorts. Marisa opened her eyes in time to see his glorious cock spring to attention the moment it was freed.

"May I?" Marisa asked.

"Be my guest."

Marisa beckoned him to step forward. She wanted to touch his cock before she felt it inside her. Stooping a fraction, she teased her fingers around the shaft of Hugh’s cock so that it leapt around excitedly in her hands. It was Hugh’s turn to moan. "God, don’t."

"Why not?"

"Because if you keep that up for much longer I’m going to come."

"Not until you’re inside me." With that, Marisa let go of him. He edged forwards until the tip of his cock rested against Marisa’s sopping wet pussy lips. He reached around Marisa’s back and unclasped her bra. It fell away from her enabling him to press his chest against her and feel her magnificent breasts rub against him. Slowly he lowered his hands until they clasped the cheeks of her bottom. Tenderly, inch by inch, he edged his cock inside her until the whole of it nestled snugly in Marisa’s pussy. Marisa started to pant as the orgasm built inside her. She whispered in his ear, "Fuck me."

Hugh obliged. Building up a steady rhythm, he worked his hips and thighs in time with hers, gradually quickening in tempo. It was too much for Marisa. She buried her head into his shoulder to stop herself crying out as the orgasm convulsed through her. Wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure cascaded through Marisa’s groin. As her climax began to subside she felt him grab her bum tightly and sensed him come. As his cock twitched against the walls of her pussy, sensuous tremors pulsed along Marisa’s thighs, each one causing her to whimper in delight. He held her tightly and kissed her tenderly for what felt like an age.

Eventually Hugh sighed and reluctantly said, "I suppose you ought to get back to the party."

Marisa couldn’t hide her disappointment. "Do I have to?"

"If you don’t, you’ll be turning into everybody’s prime suspect."

Marisa pretended to pout. "But I hadn’t finished examining the victim for clues yet."

Hugh smiled. "How long do you think that’s likely to take?"

Marisa reached down and cupped his cock in her hands once more. "I would say a lot longer, wouldn’t you?"


Author bio: I have written a number of articles for local newspapers as a freelance. In August of last year my first short story was published by the e-zine Romance Stories Magazine. Since then I have sold a science fiction tale to Short Story Me, a sports piece to Midnight Showcase Fiction and a noir detective story to Big Pulp Magazine. I have also had a crime thriller accepted for publication by The Fringe.

As well as being previously published by yourselves, a number of my erotic stories have also featured in the on-line magazines For the Girls and Clean Sheets.

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