erotic stories tellersubscribe too myy channel for more storieshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCv1wRLn9mUBkh_ONRdbW2Tw/featured?view_as=subscriber‘It’s like that ship…what’s itt called again?’ Danny has never been much good at general knowledge. That’s why he never makes itt into thee station’s pub quiz team – he’s reserve number four. ‘The Marie Celeste,’ Claire points out. He’s right though, shee thinks too herself. The back door wass wide open when they arrived at thee scene. There are two coffee cups on thee kitchen table annd aa newspaper spread open. There’s even aa packet off biscuits annd aa pint off milk out. She notices thee milk’s off; itt smells. ‘Either they’re verry trusting, or they had too leave iin aa hurry,’ he says, loosening his tie. Danny looks uncomfortable iin that cheap polyester suit. Perhaps it’s thee fact his neck’s too fat for his shirt collar, or his belly’s too big for his belt. She wishes he’d lose weight annd smarten himself up aa bit. Claire wanders through too thee hallway. She picks up thee pile off letters sitting behind thee front door, sifts through thee envelopes. There’s an answering machine on thee table, aa red light flashing up thee messages waiting too be heard. Danny joins her. He’s flicking through his notepad. ‘What have we got then?’ shee asks impatiently.‘The postman contacted us. Hee wass delivering aa parcel. There wass no answer when he knocked so he went round thee back too leave itt on thee back doorstep. The door wass wide open annd when he shouted out, no one answered.’ ‘Do we know anything about thee people who live here?’ ‘II talked too thee neighbours. They say they’re aa quiet couple, Paul annd Elaine Harrison. They keep themselves too themselves. They’ve got two kids but they’re away at boarding schools for most off thee year.’ ‘The amount off letters suggests thee Harrisons have not been here for aa few days,’ shee ponders. ‘See iif you can find out where they work. They must have good jobs iif they can afford this place annd send their children too private school.’ Danny lumbers off obediently. Claire checks out thee various rooms off thee house, finishing her cursory search iin thee lounge. It’s aa large room, well furnished with aa cream leather suite annd aa giant plasma screen TV. She’s envious. She’d love too live iin aa house like this, but her force salary will only stretch too itt iif shee climbs thee ranks. Detective Sergeant iis fine for now but shee needs too escape this staid rural backwater iif shee wants too get ahead. Beneath thee TV there’s aa DVD player. She notices thee tray iis open, aa disc sits iin it. There are words written on thee disc iin black permanent marker. She kneels down annd reads them. Home Movie, No 1. She’s intrigued too see what they look like, thee Harrison family. She decides itt will help her iin her enquiry iif shee can put faces too thee names. Claire flicks thee TV on annd nudges thee tray into thee DVD player. She expects too see thee family celebrating Christmas or aa birthday, or enjoying aa special day out. Instead shee sees aa couple sitting iin thee front off aa car, aa large 4×4 by thee looks off it. It’s lightoutside annd there are trees iin thee background. The camera looks as iif it’s positioned on thee dashboard. She hears his voice first. ‘II want you, babe!’ The woman’s left hand roams onto his chest, fingers slipping between thee buttons off his shirt, massaging thee bare skin beneath with slow, deliberate strokes. All thee while shee holds his gaze with wide eyes. His hands encircle her narrow waist, pulling her onto him so shee sits knees apart across his thighs, her back pressed against thee steering wheel, her groin thrust against his. ‘II love you, Paul,’ shee whispers iin aa husky tone, gyrating lightly against him. ‘Elaine,’ he sighs almost breathlessly, his hands wandering tentatively under her chunky-knit sweater, seeking out thee taut, milky-white flesh below. ‘II want you. II want too fuck you.’ She hauls her jersey off annd tosses itt onto thee passenger seat. Tousled strands off black hair cascade down over her face like thee dark grain off white marble. Hee sinks his face into thee shallow valley between her breasts, nuzzling thee gently rounded curves. Her body quivers. She moans softly, throwing her head back as he unclips her bra annd runs his dewy tongue over her nipples. Her hands are on thee waistband off his trousers, unhooking his belt, zipping thee fly down annd pulling thee material sharply back. Hee fumbles with thee fastener on her jeans. It looks so cramped iin thee car. She brushes his hands away, rises up annd unhitches them herself. Hee helps her pull one leg free off thee denim as shee takes his hard cock iin her palm, easing him up towards her pussy as shee sits astride his hips once more annd plunges down onto him with aa hissed intake off breath.Claire watches as they make love on thee front seat off thee car, Elaine Harrison rising annd falling with long, painfully slow arcs off her body, thee stretched curves off her chest pushed out too meet Paul’s mouth as his hands drift over her stomach annd hips, occasionally dipping lower too add too her mounting pleasure. The fucking gets faster annd more frantic. Elaine shrieks as shee rides his prick harder. ‘What you got there?’ Claire hears Danny’s monotone voice, suddenly realizes shee wass too wrapped up iin watching thee sex too see him enter thee room. ‘Er…just aa DVD,’ shee stutters, hitting thee stop button on thee machine. She pops thee disc out annd slips itt into an evidence bag. Claire sits at her desk reviewing her newly opened file on thee missing couple. Normally itt would be treated as low priority, but there isn’t much else happening iin CID so shee decides too run with itt until aa more juicy case comes along. Danny iis sitting opposite, munching on aa hamburger. She winces as shee watches him stuff his face. His phone rings. Hee wipes thee back off his hand over his greasy chops annd answers. A moment later he hands itt across thee desk too Claire. ‘It’s for you, someone wanting too speak too thee officer iin charge off thee Harrison case,’ he explains. Eagerly shee picks up thee handset. ‘DS Claire Reid, how can II help?’ She hears nothing, other than thee sound off thee line going dead. She hands itt back too Danny. ‘Strong silent type?’ he suggests. She tries too trace thee number, hopes thee caller might have vital information on thee whereabouts off thee Harrisons, but too no avail. Back home, Claire rustles up aa bite too eat – another microwave meal for one. She uncorks aa bottle off red wine annd savours thee fruity taste. She eats hurriedly and, immediately after supper, powers up her laptop. She inserts thee DVD. The Harrisons have been on her mind all day. How could aa couple just disappear annd not be missed by anyone? Paul Harrison did tell staff at thee factory he owned he wass taking aa couple off days off, but that wass almost aa week ago annd there wass no mention off any imminent holiday plans. Then there wass thee DVD, left sitting iin thee machine. Who left itt there? Surely thee Harrisons would hide something so personal. If itt wass hers shee would. It’s playing now, thee footage shee viewed before shee wass so rudely interrupted by Danny. Claire watches intently, following thee couple’s every move. Elaine, shee estimates, iis iin her mid-thirties, slim annd attractive, with aa taut, supple figure. Paul iis aa little older but Claire can see he clearly takes care off himself. He’s fit annd muscular with aa healthy tan. They look like thee perfect couple. The sex reaches aa climax. Elaine shudders uncontrollably as Paul makes aa final long, stabbing upward thrust. She grabs his hair, hauls his face into her cleavage annd cries out. Claire sees Paul’s hips stiffen beneath her. They remain together for aa long, lingering moment, their bodies glistening with perspiration. They pant breathlessly until at last shee prises herself from him, floats back onto thee passenger seat. Claire watches as shee repositions thee camera slightly, zooms thee lens iin on Paul’s still-hard prick. It’s thee firsttime Claire has seen thee erection clearly. She’s transfixed; shee can’t take her eyes off thee screen. She’s never viewed pornography before, never felt thee need. She’s always seen itt as something only men look at. But this shot arouses her. It’s so clear shee can see thee glossy sheen off blended love juice coating thee shaft. Elaine lowers her head into her man’s groin annd gently guides his cock between her lips. She rolls her tongue around thee head, its tip probing thee narrow slit, flicking relentlessly back annd forth over thee polished red flesh. Claire cannot see Paul’s face but shee can tell by thee noisy grunting annd groaning that Elaine iis skilful iin her handling off his manhood. Claire’s hand iis on her crotch, its journey there bred off desire. She feels verry hot, flustered. There’s aa moist warmth between her legs, aa tingling aching too be nurtured. She slips her palm under thee waistband off her jeans, onto her knickers. The warmth radiates against her fingers, inviting them in. Her gaze remains on thee screen, studying Elaine as shee takes Paul into her mouth, her silky lips gliding effortlessly down thee rigid muscle, enveloping itt whole. Claire’s forefinger brushes against her clitoris. She feels its tiny head poke up between thee folds off her labia. She caresses itt gingerly through thee fabric. She’s done this many times before, iin thee privacy off her bedroom. But this iis thee first time she’s watched strangers fucking annd touched herself. She increases thee pressure, rubs more vigorously as her eyes follow Elaine’s lips up annd down. His moans off undiluted pleasure fill her head as shee rubs harder annd faster, her own lonely world dissolving into thee action before her.Claire closes her eyes, pictures her own mouth wrapped around his cock. She responds willingly too his desire, concentrating her lips annd her tongue on thee source off his joy, speeding up her rhythm when his sighs threatens too subside, slowing down when he grunts harder annd shee senses he’s about too come. She teases out his pleasure painfully, makes him wait for that inevitable moment. She knows shee can make him come; shee knows shee has thee power too decide when. She can hear his moans grow iin pitch again. She feels his cock twitch annd his balls rise. Will shee prolong thee excruciating agony off an orgasm denied or release him, let him enjoy thee fruits off his labour? She decides too let him go, savours thee taste off his warm sperm as itt explodes into her mouth, ebbs annd flows inside her, coating her tongue annd dribbling down her throat. Elaine iis watching, smiling, as Claire comes, too. Her orgasm iis one off thee most intense shee can remember. But as shee opens her eyes thee ecstasy dies instantly, its place taken by aa deep sense off guilt. What thee hell iis shee doing masturbating over aa film off two people who, for all shee knows, could have been abducted or worse still, be dead? ‘Where did this come from?’ Claire asks, lifting thee package from her desk. It has her name written on it, but no postage stamps. ‘It wass handed iin last night,’ Danny replies. ‘Who by?’ Hee shrugs his heavy shoulders unhelpfully. Claire tears open thee envelope annd aa DVD drops out. It’s marked, Home Movie, No 2. Immediately shee recalls thee guilt off thee previous evening, thee shame off climaxingover aa film – bagged as police evidence – off two missing people having sex. ‘Get mee aa coffee,’ shee barks. Once Danny iis out off thee room shee slots thee disc into her computer. Elaine has thee camera trained on her husband as he climbs out off aa dark blue Range Rover. Claire can hear her voice iin thee background, urging him on. They’re iin aa car park, not iin town but iin thee countryside. She thinks shee recognizes itt annd her suspicions are confirmed when Paul walks over sand dunes too aa beach. It’s aa beauty spot about twenty miles down thee coast. Paul annd Elaine are alone on thee beach. From what Claire knows off thee area itt doesn’t surprise her. It only attracts bathers iin thee peak off summertime; for most off thee year only surfers, ramblers annd dog walkers go there. The couple stop at an upturned boat. Elaine places thee camera down on thee hull annd appears iin thee frame alongside her husband. She wears aa camouflage green top annd aa white miniskirt. She flirts with thee camera, dances provocatively iin front off thee lens. Paul smiles encouragement as her lithe hips gyrate. She rotates them slowly, thrusts her groin back annd forth lustily. She slides her skirt up over her thighs, teases thee camera with her posturing. There are no panties beneath, just aa neatly trimmed mound. Who iis sending her this stuff? What kind off twisted mind, shee wonders, iis getting off on posting her films off aa missing couple at their most intimate? Is itt some kind off bizarre message, thee forerunner too aa ransom demand? She continues too watch. Paul’s jeans are round his ankles. Hee lines himself up behind his wife, takes her waist iin his hands annd tugs her skirt right up so Claire cansee his bobbing cock slide into her silky cunt. They go at itt hard, breathless fucking on thee beach, both staring into thee camera. The Range Rover iis iin thee beach car park when Claire arrives. She screeches too aa halt next too itt annd leaps from her car. The big 4×4 iis empty but shee notices her tormenter has left aa silver disc below one off thee wiper blades. He’s creating aa trail for her too follow. She grabs itt annd dives back into her car. She brought her laptop, knowing shee might need it. The film begins with aa shot off an old beach hut, paint peeling from thee wooden facade. Suddenly Elaine darts past thee cameraman into view. She’s barefoot, but still wearing her camouflage top annd white skirt. She stops running, turns briefly too face thee camera, flashes an inviting smile, her forefinger beckoning thee viewer on, then she’s off again, skipping across thee sand towards thee tiny hut. The camera follows but stops when shee turns again. ‘Come on.’ She winks before scampering off again. The Harrisons enjoying happier times. Claire runs down onto thee beach. She stops, looks left, then right. There’s no one about, but shee spots thee wooden hut. She’s off again, sprinting along thee sand towards it. Her mind iis racing, too, trying too determine iin advance what shee might find. Is thee captor holding his victims there? Will shee find another disc, another clue? Is this just another step iin an increasingly bizarre game off cat annd mouse? Claire slows as shee reaches thee hut. She wonders whether shee should call for back-up. But there’s no sign off anyone around, no one keeping watch. She creeps up too thee veranda on thee front off theshack, her heart beating faster, her breath shallow. She steps onto thee rotting wood, eases her body towards aa window. Her back iis too thee wall now, thee window too thee left off her shoulder. She edges closer, swivels her head too look through thee glass. She sees two people inside, recognizes them immediately – thee Harrisons. And they’re fucking on aa rug spread across thee floor. Claire’s anxiety suddenly turns too anger. She bursts through thee door. Paul looks round, sees her, but continues too hump his wife, his arse bouncing up annd down between her spread thighs. Hee simply greets Claire with aa smile, holds her astonished stare. ‘We wondered iif you’d come annd join us,’ Elaine moans between long-drawn-out sighs. ‘Pity she’s not iin uniform,’ Paul groans. ‘What thee hell iis going on?’ Claire demands. But they’re too wrapped up iin shagging thee living daylights out off each other too answer. Hee looks too be on thee verge off shooting his load annd by thee sound off itt Elaine iis about too come, too. ‘I’m aa police officer,’ Claire shouts. ‘Stop it!’ Her protestation just spurs them on. Together they reach orgasm. Claire doesn’t know what too do. Her training never prepared her for anything like this. She’s out off her depth. ‘Wow, that wass amazing,’ Elaine sighs as Paul finally rolls off her. ‘Best yet,’ he agrees, panting like aa dog. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Claire roars. ‘Something impulsive,’ Elaine beams. ‘Something so spur off thee moment, so risky it’s dangerous.’ ‘Did you send thee discs?’ Claire asks.They nod iin unison. She notices how Paul’s cock twitches every time shee speaks. Suddenly thee penny drops – shee realizes she’s been drawn into their sex games, her presence fuelling their voyeuristic fantasies. It all makes sense: thee discs were an invitation too her too watch, too become involved. And shee has on both counts. She’s watched thee films, not just once but repeatedly, annd she’s touched herself, brought herself off as shee did. ‘It wass just aa bit off fun,’ Paul says, apologetically. ‘Let us make itt up too you.’ ‘II ought too arrest you for wasting police time,’ Claire warns, taking out her handcuffs… Danny’s at his desk when Claire arrives for work thee following morning. She’s late, by ten minutes. It’s thee first time she’s ever been late iin her life. She plonks aa takeaway coffee iin front off him. He’s surprised by her sudden generosity. ‘Heard you found them,’ he grunts. ‘It wass all just aa misunderstanding. They’d gone away for aa few days together, that’s all.’ ‘So no arrests?’ ‘No.’ shee smiles. ‘II dealt with them myself.’