Mr. Monk Gets Hypnotized

The one thing Natalie couldn't research is what Trudy and Monk had done in bed. She didn't know what to expect, so she decided she would let him be in charge. Being as he was, she didn't think he would try anything too kinky.

She led him to the bedroom. Continuing with the case scenario, she said, "I think something naughty happened in here, detective."

"Well, m'am," Monk said, in a stereotypical private-investigator's voice, "I think your right."

Natalie was surprised and amazed. Mr. Monk acting? And acting well? Natalie played along. She moved toward him seductively, and spoke in her sexiest voice. "Can I help you recreate the crime?"

"Why, yes, m'am. I think you can," he said in the private-i voice. He moved around the room, searching it with his hands. He knelt to the ground. "These fibers," he reached down, pretending to pick something up. "There was a dress laying on the floor right here." He gazed at her. "One just like you're wearing."

Natalie's heart pounded in her chest. She reached back and zipped down the back of the dress, and let it fall to the ground. Her matching red lace bra and thong panties stood-out against her white flesh. Still in high-heels, she stepped out and kicked the dress toward the staring man.

He smiled as he looked her up and down. Natalie was beautiful, but it wasn't Natalie that Adrian saw. Trudy's blonde hair rolled over her shoulders. Her large breasts hung firmly. As she slowly turned, the red lace thong cut between her round ass-checks. Adrian put the dress in place on the floor. He stood and continued searching the room.

He came to a stop. "Shoe-prints," he said, looking at nothing on the carpet, "He was standing right here." He knelt to inspect further. In front of the invisible shoe-prints, he said he noticed two knee prints.

Natalie followed his drift. "Maybe if we recreated their positioning, we could guess what happened next."

"I think you're on to something, m'am." Monk said as he stood in place.

Natalie kicked off her heels as she walked toward Mr. Monk. She now noticed the bulge in his pants, perhaps the first hard-on he's had since before Trudy died. "So," she said as she went to her knees. "She was right here?" His crotch sat directly in front of her face.

"Precisely," Monk replied. "Now, what do you think happened next?"

She reaches her hand up to his bulging dick, rubbing it through his grey pants. "That's an interesting theory, m'am," Monk said with a smile. "Let's carry it out and see if we find any more clues."

Natalie rubbed her face against the fabric of this pants as she unbuckled his belt and finally unzipped his pants. As she pulled his pants and underwear down together, Adrian's big plump cock popped up from under his shirt. He already had slid his jacket off, and was now unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm pretty sure his shirt was on the floor right here behind him." he added.

As his shirt was pulled away, Natalie noticed that his pubic area was completely shaved. It surprised her, but made sense. She reached up and put her hand around his hard shaft. It wasn't the biggest cock she had handled, but it was in the top three. She pumped here hand a few times, then opened her mouth to it. She reached out her tongue to lick his head and followed down to his hairless balls. She found herself liking the lack of hair, and wished more men would be as considerate. With a few more strokes of her hand, her mouth was back at the tip of Adrian's throbbing cock.

She took it in her mouth deep. In high school, Natalie practiced deep-throating on bananas, and had trained herself quite well. With her mouth already well lubricated with saliva, his dick slid in quite nicely. In two thrusts, her lips met his body. She held there for a few seconds, letting it throb in her throat. Then she continued, now going faster. By now, Adrian had placed a hand behind her head, pushing her along as he pumped his dick in her mouth.

Natalie looked up at him, making eye contact while she continued swallowing his meat. "Oh, Trudy," Monk said, breaking character. She keep going, and she loved it. She had always loved sucking dick, and Adrian's clean, large, hairless one was especially pleasant. After about a minute and a half, Adrian was ready to burst. "Trudy, take it out. I know you don't like to swallow," he managed to say. Natalie just kept going as Adrian moaned in pleasure.

She felt the long held-back cum fire down her throat. She withdrew to the tip, then swallowed his shaft completely as he continued to pump his semen in her mouth and throat. Natalie took it like a pro, without the slightest hint of a gag. She kept eye contact nearly the entire time.

When Adrian had run dry, she licked him clean (he'd have it no other way), then stood up. "I think she would have removed her remaining garments by now. Don't you think so, detective?"

Continued next chapter. . .