The Medical Murder Mystery Ch. 04

"Bad day, stud?" the woman asked in a demure voice, seeing the tiredness in her lover's eyes.

"Yeah, but not all bad." said Wicker. "I cut a deal with the Feds, threw Lockhart and that nigger Fillmore under the bus. The idiots of the DEA lapped it up like cream."

"Why did you ever even work with that nigger?" the woman asked casually, almost as if it were an idle afterthought. "None of 'em are any good, they always fuck things up."

"Yeah, Fillmore really fucked this one up, for sure." Wicker said as the woman adjusted herself, lying over his taut abdomen as she took his meat into her hand and began jacking it. "If he hadn't have fucked up those shipments from Mexico, none of this shit would be happening now."

"Don't worry about that, baby." the woman said. "We've got it all under control. All of it." With that she bent over and engulfed Wicker's meaty inches into her warm, wet mouth.

Paul groaned, thinking of how good this woman was at giving head as pleasure coursed through his loins. He had always been attractive to good looking women, like a magnet, easily bedding some very hot women in the County, including the rich-bitch trophy wives. And after he'd climaxed inside them, they'd paid him handsomely for his prescriptions for powerful drugs. He knew that at least two children of wealthy County residents were his biological children, and he reveled in impregnating some wealthy cuckold's hot trophy wife.

Now, things were potentially unraveling. He was under house arrest, but the cell phone app, given to him by the woman he was now with, had mimicked his ankle bracelet signal; the Feds had no idea that he was getting his big dick sucked by this pretty brunette and that he was about to fuck her and pump his full load deep inside her.

And tomorrow morning, he'd be gone, out of the State, off the grid and disappearing into the melting pots of Los Angeles or San Francisco within days..

The woman expertly fellated Wicker, laughing inwardly, thinking of how stupid Commander Troy and his team were, how easily they were being duped by her and the master criminal she was working for...

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"Oh God, that is so fucking good!" groaned Katherine Woodburn as the Satyr slammed into her asscheeks from behind, his huge cock splitting her cunt open and driving balls-deep into it until he was sheathed to the hilt. The beautiful, dirty-blonde MILF was on her hands and knees, wearing her black lace bra that cupped her large breasts, sheer black stockings held up by a black lace garter, and matte black high heel pumps.

Her staff assistant Clark was sitting naked on the sofa to one side of the bed in the hotel room, stroking his huge hard cock as he watched his mistress being fucked hard and deep in the rear-entry position, seeing the young, muscular Satyr driving his large cock into Katherine, seeing the other guy's huge nuts swinging underneath his pistoning meat, heavy and full of potent, virile semen. Clark wanted to be where the other guy was, but knew he'd have to wait his turn.

"Oh yes, fuck me, FUCK ME!" Katherine shouted, pleasure rocking her toned body to her very core. As she was fucked, waves of pleasure washed over her... and she realized it was not just the young studs she was with nor the size of their cocks nor the sex herself... it was the thrill of power, the power that being a State Senator was bringing her. It was the power over other people, the power to make laws to rule them, the power to control them. The back-and-forth, give-and-take of political maneuvering had make Katherine Woodburn extremely horny, even hornier than she got when KXTC would break a huge story that would humiliate and even take down the powerful... and now she was one of the powerful. But she intended to control it all, as she knew how to do through her many media contacts, even now.

*CHOCK!* *CHOCK!* *CHOCK!* *CHOCK!*

The sounds of hard, physical sex filled the room, the slurps of her sopping wet pussy mixing with her groans, her lover's groans, and Clark's groans as he jerked off his own large meat.

The Satyr was one of Rita's employees at Lashes & Lace, her BDSM Boudoir south of the University. He was also a traitor to Rita, taking pay from Katherine to give information to Katherine that he gleaned from listening to people talk at Rita's events.


"Uhhh, gonna come baby, gonna come!" the Satyr said. "Where do you want it, babe?" he asked hoarsely.

"Come inside me!" Katherine gasped, wanted him to release his full load deep inside her sopping quim. "Oh yeah, come deep inside me, squirt it all deep up in there!" Her dirty talk fueled the young stud to climb her all the way. He drove his hips forward as his hands grasped Katherine's hips, burying his cockmeat as deep as he could inside her quaking vagina. He gasped, almost a howl as spurt after spurt of virile semen shot out of his cock-cannon and into the depths of her womanhood.

After several violent shivers, the young man collapsed on the bed. Katherine eagerly bent over his cock, sucking it into her voracious mouth, cleaning their combined juices from the half-hard but thickening shaft.

"Come on, Clark!" Katherine ordered. "Get behind me and fuck my creampied cunt! Get those sloppy seconds, boy!" Clark rushed up like a well-trained puppy dog and got on the bed behind Katherine's sexy, upturned ass. He drove his large meat unerringly into her scalding, slippery cunt.

"Uhhh!" Katherine gasped, then resumed sucking the Satyr's big cock, getting him back to full hardness so that he could fuck her brains out with his next turn. Clark realized that the Satyr's semen was not a good lubricant and was already pulling his dick out and lubing it up. Katherine groaned as he slipped it back into her.

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"Well, that was all too easy." Austin L. Murphy said as he watched the hard action sex on the screens.

"Sure, but this is not nearly enough to compromise Katherine Woodburn." said Henry R. Wargrave as he watched. "She's a beautiful woman, single, fucking a couple of hung young studs. It'll shock the Religious Right in Town, especially Pastor Westboro's flock at First Baptist and Rev. Joseph E. Williams's congregation of the A.M.E. Church, but we'll need this and a whole hell of a lot more to keep this bitch in the fold."

The Satyr that had betrayed Rita had taken Katherine's money... and turned right around and betrayed her, too. Wargrave had paid the young man handsomely to secrete taping gear in the bag he'd brought in, and it was picking up vivid, explicit, clear images of the two hung, fit studs taking turns fucking Katherine Woodburn.

"Hank, I have to go." said Austin L. Murphy. "My girlfriend is waiting up for me." Wargrave gave a brief smile and nodded. He knew Murphy was getting horny as hell watching what was going on in Katherine's room and needed release.

Once alone, Wargrave continued to watch. Katherine Woodburn was indeed a very attractive woman; he and she would've made a hot power couple had he chosen to go a political route. As it was, while Wargrave desired to fuck Katherine like those lucky young men were, his cock simply would not become erect. He felt the tightness in his body, the desire, the lust for the beautiful MILF, and felt some pleasure rubbing his cock in his pants. But his Unit simply refused to grow, simply refused to become hard. Oh well, he could always go eat out his pretty wife and use the vibrator on her...

Part 20 - Final Puzzle Pieces

The beautiful sounds of my baby daughter's laughter filled the room as my wife got her changed and ready for bed, mother and daughter sharing something hilarious to them that was totally escaping me. For myself, I was holding little Jim. A hockey game was on the television set and the lights and movement had attracted him for a while, but he was now asleep in my arms.

After some moments, we put them into their respective cribs, and headed to our bed. "So, any progress on the Searles murder case?" Laura asked.

"Bits and pieces." I said, lying down on the bed and watching my wife undress and put on a sheer black teddy. "Tell me something, Laura... did you help get Caroline Muncie on Staff at University Hospital?"

"Yes, I put in a good word for her, but it was Richard Searles that went to bat for her- ohhhhhh, I see where you're going with this..."

"Yes." I said. "So what can you tell me?"

"Your mother has been putting me in 'observation training', getting me to observe people better than I had been." Laura replied. "Richard Searles has been described as 'full of himself', arrogant. He's the big dog in almost any room he enters, and he knows it, and he acts like it. To be fair, darling, you are like that at Police Headquarters and on Police missions, because you are the big dog and are expected to act like it. But you're not egotistical about it in social settings."

"Nice to know." I said. Good thing I was thinking about this case, I mused to myself...

Laura continued: "One interesting thing I noticed the other night at the Wellman's party was that Searles didn't act like the big dog... both Dr. Wellman and yourself were there, and he knows that both of you are at least the equal of him in your respective areas. He unconsciously respects you for your position and your accomplishments, as you respect him for what he is."

"That's not my mother's observational powers." I said. "It's your psychological training and talents at work."

"Sure enough, but getting to my point," Laura said as she eased onto the bed and cuddled with me, "I've noticed how Dr. Searles and Dr. Muncie act in each other's presence. Caroline may be 'AC/DC', or go both ways... but I suspect she and Searles have more than just a professional friendship."

"And you're just telling me this now?" I asked, rather sharply.

"I just realized it fully when you asked about Caroline getting on staff." Laura replied. "I'm not as good as you or your mother about these things."

"Girl, please." I said, then kissed my wife. "But neither Searles nor Muncie mentioned their relationship. Your observations are definitely helpful."

"Good." said Laura, taking my cock in her hand. "I'll just get my iron hard reward now, if you don't mind..." With that, she bent over and began fellating my little 'iron crowbar' until it was throbbing.

Then Laura mounted me slid her sopping wet pussy onto my thick, standing erection. She began grinding, letting my cock stir the insides of her cunt. She often did this, doing all the work of our coupling; and she enjoyed doing it, so I just hung on for the ride. And as she fucked me, I was putting the case together in my mind. Somewhere nearby, I felt the presence of Gloria Searles's spirit, and I knew I was close to avenging her murder...

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At 5:45am, on Thursday, January 8th, as I was finishing dressing and just about to leave to go to Headquarters, my police cellphone rang. It was Sergeant Rudistan.

"Sir, we just got an anonymous tip from the same cellphone that called about Lockhart." said Rudistan. "The person said there was a fight in Room 204 of the Sunrise Hotel. When we got there, we found Paul Wicker... dead."

To be continued.

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Dear Readers, you have all the clues. Who killed Gloria Searles, and how? Who killed the pharmacist Lockhart? See if your answers agree with the Iron Crowbar's solution in the next chapter.