AAA Detective Story - Checking out the Surrealist - Part 5

 

The room is quiet aside from the sound of the fluorescent lamps. Lena’s shoulders droop for a moment. “I haven’t used that name in a while. How did you know?”

Ken points to a covered couch. “Can we sit, if we are going to talk?”

She nods and removes her paint smock, hanging it on a hook near the canvas she was working on. She is still wearing the same plain looking dress from earlier. Ken stands by the couch and waits for her to sit before he does.

“So, Mister Cooper, how did you know and who are you working for?” She asks in an almost resigned tone.

“I’m employed, as I said earlier, by a wealthy man who wishes to purchase some of your artwork. But as you know, there are people claiming to be someone they are not and sometimes selling other people’s work. I was hired to make sure that ‘Charles Pauline’ was real and not some sort of conman…..He’s fake but you are real.”

She slowly nods. “Ok. So, what are you going to do with this information? Sell it, extort something from me? Try to use it to control me?”

Ken goes almost wide-eyed with the accusations. “No. You misunderstand. I won’t do anything with it. But if you explain to me, why the deception, I will tell my employer that Charles Pauline is an artist worth investing in.”

She leans back in the couch for a moment, her small frame looking as if it was about to be swallowed by it. She notices the cigarette pack in his pocket. “Puis-je avoir une cigarette?” Her voice sounding soft and almost lost. He pulls out the pack and hands her one, then flips open the Zippo. She slowly inhales and then coughs, before leaning forward and inhaling again. This time she slowly exhales a small cloud. “You know you Americans got me smoking again. After the camps.”

He lights himself one. “So, the last article I could find on you was in May of 1936. What happened to you after that?”

She explains that she went to Spain to fight with the Republicans, then fled to Paris. When the Nazi invaded, she and her lover Angelique were arrested as communists, and forced into the labor camps, where Angelique died.

Ken finishes his cigarette. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I suspected it because of your art. But I’m sorry for what you endured.”

She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “Damn you for making me remember her. Damn me for thinking I could forget her and replace her with Isabeau.”

Ken lets her sit in silence for a moment, the smell of burning tobacco, and paint, mix with the sound of the lights. Then he breaks the silence “So why have Charles be the figurehead?”

She goes into detail how, after the camps she was helped by the Refugee Agencies, where she met ‘Isabeau’ and ‘Charles’ who were aid workers. She needed to paint but didn’t want the spotlight or fame. Charles and Isabeau agreed to help her.

“What are their real names?” Ken asks quietly.

She slowly shakes her head, “It doesn’t matter, because they are now Charles Pauline and Isabeau Herrera. The painter and his model.”

“And you are just Lena, their assistant.” Ken nods. He then stands up. “Ok. I’ll tell Mister Huddler to buy whichever paintings you will sell him. He’s a good man, and I won’t tell your secrets.”

She stands up, drops the cigarette and puts it out on the concrete floor. “Ok, Mister Cooper. Do you wish to model for me?”

Ken nervously swallows. “I’m not really one to get naked and be ordered about. But I will help however I can, being I interrupted your work.”

“Bien. Which paintings does your employer want copies of?” She asks as she walks over and puts the smock back on.

“He really liked ‘Circumcised Banana’ and thought about buying ‘Vulva on the Half-Shell, with Clitoris’ for his wife.” Ken says as he removes his necktie, and shirt.

“Interessante. Ok, reproducing copies of those is not difficult. I am satisfied with my models, though….” She says as she pauses and looks at Ken’s crotch. “Pull down your trousers. I wish to see your penis.”

Ken does as she asks, but he is still soft as he holds it.

“Remove your shorts and sit on the couch.” She says in a more commanding tone. She picks up her palette and brush and moves to a blank canvas. “Now slowly stroke it. Move the foreskin up and down.”

At that point Isabeau and Charles return, carrying a bottle of wine and a few glasses. “Lena, I thought you might be thirsty. And….Oh.” Isabeau stops for a moment. “Is he tonight’s model?”

Lena sets the palette down, and pours a glass of wine, then gives it to Ken. “Drink a bit, see if it helps you relax.” She then pours a glass for herself, sips it and sets it by the palette. “Isabeau, can you sit on the chair, and masturbate? I think it will help excite Mister Cooper.”

Charles takes a sip of his wine and leans against a crate, just watching and keeping out of Lena’s field of view.

Ken watches as Isabeau sits, opens her robe, spreads her legs, and slowly rubs herself. He watches as the light catches her opening lips, as she moves her fingers up and down. Her palm resting on the trimmed dark pubic patch. Ken licks his lips. He understands why Charles was so happy to be licking her. Her pussy looks so tasty.

He hears Lena say softly. “Bien, look at the color…. Nicely shaped tip.”

Ken glances at Lena. “Non!. Focus on Isabeau. Keep stroking” He focuses on Isabeau as she also now plays with her beautifully hard nipples. “Magnifique.”

He continues to stroke the same tempo that she moves her fingers. She then parts her lips and works two fingers in and out. He hears her breathing as she closes her eyes and fantasizes about some lover. Ken’s cock is so hard now, and he feels the slickness of his precum. Isabeau’s face goes flush and her thighs close around her hand as she moan loudly. Ken shoots his load all over his hand. “Bien, Magnifique.” He hears her say.

Charles walks over and hands Ken a towel. As he wipes himself off, Ken glances at the painting. The sides of the banana skinned penis have semen dripping down it. There are outlines on the foreskin banana for something to be dripping down it too.

Isabeau stands and covers up again, then slowly walks to Lena. “Do you need me to stay, mi amor?” Lena turns and kisses her on the lips. “Non. I have work to do. You and Charles gave me enough for the earlier one, and now you and Mister Cooper have given me what I want.”

Ken looks at her. “Is there anything else?”

Lena turns, “Non, we are done. I might title it ‘Banana with Cream’ ”. She says with a wicked smile.

The next day the sky is cloudy as a cold weather front moves through. Ken has the windows open but didn’t cancel the day’s ice. “You never know how the weather can change.” He explains to the delivery guy.

 Joan comes in, in a happy mood. “Well I didn’t have to bail you out last night, and apparently Pete teaching the band his mouth exercises have helped keep some of the band member’s girlfriends and wives very happy. Though the drummer keeps protesting.”

Ken pours his second cup of coffee and smiles. “And because Pete’s happy, you’re happy.”

“You know it, Boss. So how did it go?”

He sits back down. “It went okay. I’ll call Teddy in a bit and tell him to buy whatever he wants.”

She fills her cup too. “So you figured out what was bugging you?”

Ken sighs for a moment. He could tell Joan the truth, but she’s the biggest gossip in the building. He could say nothing, but she’d keep bugging him until she got an answer, so he decides to do what he does fairly well, give her a half-truth and hide the rest. “Charles works with both Isabeau and Lena to make the paintings. It is a collaborative effort. Together they draw inspiration from each other.”

Joan sits down, her skirt riding up showing a mouth-shaped bruise in the inside of her thigh. “So which one was in the camps?” She asks.

“Lena. She was a communist, arrested, and put in a labor camp for the war.”

The light in Joan’s eyes goes out as she pictures the frail brunette as a prisoner in one of the paintings. “Is she gonna be okay?”

Ken smiles, “Yes. She’s going to be fine. That’s why she works with Charles and Isabeau. They help each other.”

“Do you need me to get today’s paper?” she asks after a few minutes.

“Sure. Tell Pop, “Hi” and remind him he can come up for a cup of coffee anytime he wants.”

She grabs her purse, “Ok. Be back in a minute.”

While she’s gone, Ken picks up the phone and calls Theodore’s direct line. They talk for a bit as Ken tells the same story he just told Joan. “Yes the artist is real, but it is just more of a collaborative effort than one man. Buy what you want.”

“Thank you. You will get your monthly retainer and a bonus.” Theodore then hangs up.

Joan comes back up with the paper, and half a pack of camels. “Pop said that his wife found the open pack. You paid for them so they’re yours. I didn’t think you liked Camels Boss.”

He takes them from her and puts them in the desk drawer.

A few days later, as Ken is in the office, reading in the paper about “M. Charles Pauline and associates are leaving the city for their next stop in their tour of North America.” He hears a knock on the door and Joan answers it. He hears a familiar voice say “I have a delivery for Mister Cooper, courtesy of Mister Huddler.”

Ken gets up from his desk, telling Ramon to bring it in there. Ramon carries in a large flat package wrapped in brown paper, secured with twine. Once it is flat, Ken cuts the string. As they unwrap it, there are two paintings and a note.

“Mister Cooper, as we agreed here is the bonus you requested. Monsieur Pauline said there was a second painting that you were to have too. It is an interesting piece, more to my tastes than yours but I was told it is a gift for you. T. Huddler”

He folds the note and looks at the paintings. The first is the lamp with the fish for a light. Ken smiles at it. On the back it says #22 of 50.

He gives it to Joan but she is looking at the other one as she gasps and Ramon comments “Oh My.”

Ken looks at what is obviously his erection, with jism dripping along the sides, facing a banana with chocolate sauce dripping in the same pattern. On the back is written “Banana Crème” #2 of 10.

“Ramon, did Mister Huddler see this one?” Ken asks.

He smiles, “I assume he did. He was in the back with them as they wrapped them up. I stayed in the gallery. It is a very nice piece. Almost nicer than “Circumcised Banana”. This would look amazing next to it.”

While Joan hangs the first painting, Ramon takes a thick envelope from his jacket and places it on the desk. “This is for you too. Mister Huddler said it is your retainer and a little something extra. He told me it was ‘fraud insurance’.”

Ken pockets the envelope without even opening it. “Thank him for me, Ramon. Is there anything else?”

He notices that Ramon slowly licks his lips as he looks at the painting. “No. But it is a very nice piece. I hope you enjoy it.” He then turns and leaves.

Joan returns to Ken’s office. “Gee, Boss, that looks a little like yours.” She says with a wink and a smile. “Any idea where you’re going to hang it?”

He wraps it up in brown paper. “I’ll take it back to my apartment and find somewhere for it.” He reaches into his pocket for the envelope, “Here, count it and take it to the bank.”

She finishes counting it and puts it in her purse. “That’s a nice bonus we got.”

Ken sits back down at his desk, picks up the newspaper, then glances at the wrapped painting. “Yes it is.”

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Reopening the Pool - Part 2

 

You all climb out of the pool. The night air is cold on your wet skin.

Everyone’s nipples are hard including yours.

Kendra grabs a towel and dries off. “So I stand here and call the winner?” she asks.

“Yes, and disqualifies anyone for cheating. We can dive in at the beginning and our heads can be under the water at first, but once we break the surface we have to keep our heads up. Also the first swimmer has to touch the edge of the pool before the second swimmer can dive in. You have to see the touch.” You explain.

“I think I have it.” She says wrapping her towel around her shapely waist and putting her robe on.

Charlie and Jack go first, which means you will swim against Jay. You and he normally are pretty well matched, but he looks like he is in better shape than you.

Kendra says, “On your mark, get read, and go.”

As she says “go”, Charlie and Jack dive in. You are a little surprised at Jack’s dive. A good shallow racing dive. Both break the surface similarly. You watch their heads bob up and down as they move through the water. Jack gets to the far edge a bit faster than Charlie, but Charlie does a kick turn, which pushes him ahead. You move to the edge of the pool and ready yourself in a racing stance. Once Charlie touches the edge you dive over him. You kick as hard as you can underwater, holding your breath, and keeping your arms in front of you. Then you break the surface and gulp fresh air. You move your arms around and under you.

Stroke, Stroke, stroke, breathe, stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe.

You get close to the far edge and tuck for the kick turn. You push off and kick hard again. Breaking the surface you try to focus on your form and breathing. Jay is next to you and going faster. You try to swim faster, but he is still in the lead.

You touch the edge, but Jay was there first. You both grip the edge and dunk your heads in the water. You are breathing harder than him. “You’re getting flabby my dear. It is a good thing you have this pool to work out in.” Jay says with a smile.

“The winners are Jack and Jay.” Kendra says as she applauds.

“And Johnny, tell them what they’ve won.” Charlie says in his worst Don Pardo voice.

Kendra shivers for a moment. “I think we either need to all get back into the water or move to the hot tub.”

“Hot tub!” Jay, Charlie, and Jack all raise their hands and smile.

As you climb out of the pool, drying yourself with your towel, you nod. “Okay, lets move to the hot tub. You guys are right the temperature is dropping.” You say as you look at the twinkling stars in the clear night sky.

Everyone grabs towels, shoes, a few bottles, and the platter of fruit and cheese.

You trail behind, turning off the lights on your patio, though you leave the pool lights on for now. You like how it glows with the pool lights.

Once you get across the street, you see that Jack set up a small folding table on his patio for the food and drinks. Kendra turns on the hot tub and pulls off her robe and gets in. Jay and Charlie follow her. Jay sit next to her and Charlie sits across.

“So Jack, what do the winners get?” You ask as he strips off his robe and steps in.

He sits on the other side of Kendra. “The winners get to pleasure Kendra first and the losers have to watch.” He says with a smile.

Kendra nods. Charlie motions for you to sit next to him. “Come on down.” He says playfully.

Both Jay and Jack pull off her bikini top. Each one takes one of her large round breasts. Her nipples are so hard. Her hands are under the water so you aren’t sure what she is doing but probably stoking both of them. Charlie is just smiling and relaxing as he watches. Jay firmly sucks her right nipple as Jack slowly licks her left.

She looks right at you, smiling. “Don’t you wish you had won?”

Jay’s hand moves under the water and Kendra has a sharp intake of breath. “Mmmmm, yes rub it as you suck my nipples. Charlie. Shouldn’t you losers be stroking yourselves as you watch?”

“Yes Ma’am.” He says as he moves up and sits on the edge, pulling down his swim trunks and showing his hard cock. “You want me to stroke it like this?” he asks.

You sit up and pull down your trunks too. The hot water feels good on your bare cock.

“Yes, both of you stroke yourselves, or I will have you stroke each other. You are the losers.” She says playfully.

Jack takes a deep breath and goes under the water. Kendra’s toes show above the water surface as Jack licks her pussy. She moans for a second and then sets her feet down so she can raise up out of the water. Jack pops up, holding her thong in one hand. “Are you sitting in the water or above it, my love?” he asks in a seductive tone.

“Above the water. I want them to watch, and watch it all.”

You keep slowly stroking as you watch Jack lick her beautifully trimmed pussy, as she sucks Jay’s long thick cock. You wish someone, anyone was sucking you.

“Your wet pussy is so ready. How do you want to do this?” Jack asks as he wipes her juices from his lips. She take Jay from her mouth. “Let’s tease them like they’re watching porn and can’t touch anything. I want to see them cum.” She says.

She stands up, and has Jack sit down, his cock looks so hard and ready. She whispers something to Jay, and he gets out for a moment.

In a minute he returns with a bottle of lube and hands it to Jack. He squirts some along the crack of her ass and then fingers her asshole. She is watching both you and Charlie as she moans a bit.

“Yes lube it up and spread it open.” She says like a porn actress. Then she lowers herself on his hard cock. Slowly she take it into her ass as she has her legs spread and you watch her open pussy.

“Yea, ride that cock. Fuck her ass.” Charlie says as he strokes faster and harder.

Jay keeps to the side and sucks her right nipple again. She reaches down and strokes him with one hand and rubs her clit with the other. It is better than porn. You spit into your hand and start stroking faster too.

“Yes. Boys, that’s it. Stroke those hard dicks for me.” She moans. Kendra and Jack are both breathing harder as the are getting closer to orgasming. Her pussy is so open and wet.

You want to be in it so badly and you stroke faster until you cum. Charlie shoots his wad into the water. You shoot and dribble down your hand.

“Yes….That’s what….I….want to….see.” she says and then closes her eyes. The wave of pleasure visibly moves through her as her ass and pussy pulse.

She gets off of Jack and his cock is shiny with lube and cum. She kisses him. “I have one more reward to give.” She says as she sucks Jay off. He fucks her mouth and she swallows it down. You and Charlie applaud. He kisses her and then kisses Jack.

“You really have been sharing each other?” you ask

Jack smiles, “Of course. Isn’t that what good neighbors do?”

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Nun's Wicked Thoughts

 

(As this weekend All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Day are celebrated, I though my readers might enjoy something different. Still erotic but a little different. Enjoy)

You had a rough life before you took your vows and were happy when the Sisters let you join the Order.

Before you joined, you had been a troubled woman, living on the street for a while, and even turned tricks to survive.

It was some of the Sisters that found you.

They were ministering to the homeless and hungry. You were both at the time.

At first, they offered just food. They always offered to pray with you, but you refused.

After months of seeing them, you noticed, that they were genuine. This wasn’t a con or a grift. These women wanted to help people, and they seemed to be satisfied in a way you weren’t.

The next time they offered to pray with you, you accepted.

You didn’t know the words. The Sisters said, it is okay.

You asked if they could help you get off of the street.

They gave you a phone number and an address.

It was a live-in program for runaways and prostitutes who wanted out of the life.

You joined the program. Got clean, went back to school, and was able to complete a certification program for Health Care Assistants.

You want to give back to the Sisters who helped you.

Returning to where you had been turning tricks on the street, you were shocked to see how run down and dirty it all was.

It had only been a couple of years, but it seemed to be a lifetime.

That day you lucked out, because you saw a couple of Sisters ministering to some new girl. The girl looked scared and angry. “Did I look like that?” you ask yourself.

You stand back and wait for the Sisters to finish before you come up to them.

“Sisters, you might not remember me…”

“Yes, we do. How are you doing? Do you need our help again?”

“No Sister, it is nothing like that. I did really well in the program. I was looking for you. I want to join your order. I want to help people like you do.”

That was a few years ago. You became Catholic, were an initiate, and then you took your vows and became a nun. You have been with the Sisters, living in the Convent and doing well. Working in the neighborhood clinic, you help people.

One day, you are changing the bandage on a guy who you are pretty sure is or was a pimp. “You are really pretty Sister” he says.

You hear those kinds of things all the time, and just focus changing his bandage.

“I bet you could earn some good money if you were working the streets.”

As he says that, you hear a voice from your memory saying the same thing.

“Was he one of the guys who tried to be my pimp?” you think to yourself.

You stop for a second.

“I’m sorry Sister. I didn’t mean it. You and the other Sisters do good work here. I am just a sinner. Finish up and I’ll leave.”

You and the Nurse, finish his bandage and he leaves.

The rest of the day goes without incident.

At night when you are in your bed, images flash in your mind.

You on your knees in a dark alley sucking a strange cock. Then you bent over, being fucked from behind. The faces and specifics are all hazy and blurry. You hear grunts in your ears, taste cum in your mouth.

You wake up, breathing hard. It was a nightmare.

But your nipples are hard and your pussy is wet.

It has been years since you had sex. It’s been years since you wanted it.

You say an Our Father, and 3 Hail Mary’s. You will go to confession before Morning Mass.

As you go to confession, you try to block out the thoughts from last night but they are still in your head.

You enter the confession booth.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession.” You say as you kneel and cross yourself.

“What troubles you.” you hear a voice say.

It’s Father Christopher; you think to yourself. “I thought it would be Father Albert, or Father Joseph, not him. He looks younger than me.”

You sigh. “Father, last night I had wicked thoughts. They were memories from my past. Of things I had done.”

“Do you still want to do these things? Are they things that would cause harm to you or others?” He asks in a concerned tone.

“I hope he doesn’t recognize my voice” you think. “No Father, I don’t want to do those things. I don’t want to think those things. They aren’t thoughts about hurting but thoughts of things that used to bring pleasure, when I led a wicked and sinful life.”

“Do you wish to go into more detail about these thoughts? To unburden yourself?” He asks.

“No Father. Not at this time. I just want God, and the Lord Jesus, to help keep these desires from returning.” You say in a more confident tone.

“Okay, let us pray together and afterwards, attend Mass, and say 2 Our Father’s and 3 Hail Mary’s to keep your mind clear. Now pray with me. Lord God, help your troubled daughter. Keep her mind clear of wicked thoughts and free from temptations. You helped her change her life and we ask that you keep her on the path you have shown her. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

You cross yourself and get up. “Thank you, Father.”

“You are welcome, Sister.”

“Did he recognize me? Or is it because normally only the nuns and clergy come this early for confession? It is probably that.” You think and you go to Mass.

During Mass you concentrate on the lessons, and the Gospel. You sigh and feel the Lord around you. Yes, this is what you needed. You sing along with the hymns.

The music feels good. Then it is time for communion.

You go to the railing and kneel. You fold your hands and lean back your head and open your mouth to receive the Host on your tongue.

As the priest approaches you close your eyes. You see an image of a hard cock ready to enter your open mouth. You open your eyes as you feel the Host on your tongue.

You swallow. It was just bread. “It is the Corpus Christi in your mouth” you think. You drink the wine from the Chalice. You feel the wine go down your throat. “It is the Sanguis Christi” you think again. You continue kneeling and pray an Our Father silently.

You cross yourself and get up. You return to the pew.

After Mass, Father Joseph and Father Christopher are greeting people as they exit.

Father Joseph takes your hand in his old weathered hand, “Are you okay, Sister? During Communion, you looked surprised when I gave you the Host.”

“I am fine, Father, I was in prayer and the Host on my tongue surprised me. That is all.”You lie to him.

Father Christopher shakes your hand. “Are you heading down to the Clinic? Do you need any help from us today?” He asks with a genuine smile.

“Yes, Father I am heading straight to the Clinic. I hope I don’t’ need you. But your prayers and support are always appreciated.” You smile and leave.

You put in a full day at the clinic, feeling tired but good. No stray thoughts.

You were able to concentrate on your work, so you return to the convent and join the Sisters for dinner, then take part in the Vespers and Compline services before going to bed.

Your sleep in an uneasy one.

You feel hands caressing your breasts and your hard nipples are pulled and pinched. A hard cock goes into your wet pussy. It feels so good. You wake up.

You are alone in your room. But the dream is vivid. Maybe if you masturbate, you will purge yourself if it. You lay back on your bed with the sheets off.

Removing your night gown, and with your eyes closed, you caress your breasts. Slowly. Just like in the dream. You feel strong hands being loving and gentile with you.

You remember a mouth softly sucking your nipples. You grab a nipple with your fingers, and slowly work it. Rolling it and pulling it until you are pulling it harder.

Your other hand is between your legs. It has been a long time since you masturbated. You slowly caress your pussy lips with your finger gently rubbing the outline of your lips.

You feel the dampness of your pussy and slowly work a finger inside of you.

Oh, it feels so good again.

Working your finger up and down your wet pussy, you rub the wetness on your clit which is getting excited.

You pull your nipple harder as you rub your pussy faster, thrusting two fingers into your pussy. You let go of your nipple, and reach down to your pubic bush.

Your fingers rub through the tangle of curly hair as your other hand goes in and out faster and deeper. You grab a hand full of pubic hair and pull.

The mixture of pleasure and pain feels good.

You rub your clit using the fingers that are wet with your pussy juices.

Letting go of your pubic hair, you bring your other hand to your mouth and suck your fingers.

“Oh God. This feels so good. I miss having my mouth and pussy filled.” you think.

As waves of pleasure move through you, suck your fingers harder and tighten your thighs around your hand as you cum.

You realize that you were breathing harder.

You slow your breathing and sit up.

“Our Father…” you begin. Doing this again and then praying three Hail Mary’s, you get up, put on your night gown, and wash up and then lie back down.

“Tomorrow, I have more than just wicked thoughts to confess.” You smile to yourself and you drift off to a peaceful sleep.

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