Sex Practice (41 page)

Her cunt milk
pouring in torrents from her open sex hole, Larry thrashed her
stinging bottom to the accompaniment of her cries for more. A first
rate nymphomaniac, he mused, bringing the cane down as hard as he
could, the deafening cracks resounding round the room. His arm
beginning to ache, he administered the final blow, breaking the
cane in two as it struck her rounded bum cheeks.

"Well?" he
grinned. "Did you like that?"

"My clit!" she
whimpered. "Please, I'm coming, rub my clit!"

"Like this?"
he chuckled, reaching between her warm thighs and parting her wet
pussy lips. "Is that what you want?" he asked, massaging her solid
clitoris.

"Ah, yes, yes!
Don't stop! Oh, God, my cunt! Coming, coming! Ah, God, I've
come!"

"I'll fuck
your cunt in a minute!"

"Yes, please,
fuck me now!"

Grabbing
another candle from the shelf, Larry forced it deep into her rectal
sheath, stretching her delicate brown tissue wide open before
whipping his solid penis out and climbing onto the couch.
Positioning himself between her splayed thighs, he retracted his
foreskin, exposing his silky, purple knob in readiness for the
vaginal fucking.

Working his
ballooning glans between her honey-sticky cunny lips, Larry located
the entrance to her cuntal sheath and drove his swollen shaft into
her hot lust duct. Gasping as he withdrew and thrust his knob into
her tight sheath again, his belly slapping her taut weal-lined
buttocks, he managed to grab the end of the candle and phallus-fuck
her tight arse.

"Like it?" he
asked, thrusting into her two lust holes.

"God, yes -
it's incredible!" she gasped, her naked body rocking with the
double pummelling. "Is this what you do to all your clients?"

He might as
well play her game, whatever it was. "Yes, I screw all my
clients."

"Has it ever
caused you problems?"

"How do you
mean?"

"Well, clients
reporting you for..."

"No, never. Do
you mind if we chat later - it's not easy to discuss clients and
fuck at the same time!" he breathed, his knob ballooning within her
accommodating cuntal duct.

Repeatedly
driving his solid organ deep into the girl's juicy cunt, Larry
sensed his climax quickly approaching. His shaft wet with her
juices he continued his fucking motions, bringing out her second
shuddering orgasm.

"I'm, coming
again!" she wailed, her tethered body shaking violently. "God, I'm
coming again! Harder, fuck me harder!" On and on Larry drove his
huge organ deep into her tight vagina until her sex sheath gripped
his cock like a velvet-jawed vice and his spunk gushed from his
pulsating glans. Filling her hot cavern with his copious flow of
sperm, he fucked her until his swinging balls had drained and she
almost passed out in her sexual delirium. Finally withdrawing his
girl-wet penis, he hauled his trembling body off the couch and
stood by her side, swaying in the aftermath of his incredible
climax.

"Jesus Christ!
God, you're fucking good!" he gasped, slipping the candle out of
her abused anal canal.

"So are... so
are you!" she whimpered, lifting her tear-streaked face. "Never in
my life have I come like that! God, I could have you fuck me all
night long!"

"I might just
do that!" he laughed, zipping his trousers and releasing the
trembling girl. "Have a rest, and then I'll fuck your
bum-hole."

Jumping at the
sound of smashing glass, Larry dragged the girl off the couch.
"Fuck me! Quickly, get dressed!" he ordered her. Bolting out of the
room as another pain of glass shattered, he stopped outside his
consulting room. "What the fuck..." he gasped, hearing moaning
noises emanating from the room. Pressing his ear to the locked
door, it was obvious that someone was in there, but who? The
intruder climbed to his feet, the sound of glass tinkling to the
floor.

"You all
right, Sergeant?" DI Clarke's unmistakable voice whispered.

"Yes, Guv, I
think so. This is the wrong room."

"The wrong
room? Jesus, you blithering idiot!"

"You told me
to break into this room, Guv!"

"It doesn't
matter what I told you, you're a bumbling idiot! Go and let me in
through the main door!"

"This door's
locked, Guv."

"Bloody hell,
what a botch up! All right, you'd better get out of there. We'll
try the window round the side."

Holding his
hand to his head, Larry suddenly realized why Holly's features were
so familiar to him. "She's the Inspector's bloody daughter!" he
breathed, dashing into the bondage room as she finished dressing.
"Your name's Clarke, isn't it?" he asked the cowering girl.

"Er... no, no,
it's..."

"You're that
copper's bloody daughter!"

"No, I..."

"Right, come
with me!" he hissed, grabbing her arm.

Marching his
prisoner down the hall, he bundled her into the waiting room and
opened the window. "Get out of here!" he whispered angrily, pushing
the girl through the window. "And don't come back!"

"No, please, I
don't want to go!" she returned, peering through the window at
Larry. "You're right, he is my father, but... the plan was..."

"Yes, I know
what the bloody plan was!"

"I've changed
my mind! I liked the things we did. Please..."

"Changed your
mind, my arse! Go on, piss off out of here!" Larry hissed through
gritted teeth, closing the window and watching the girl run off
into the night. "Thank God for that! Right, now I have to face DI
bloody Clarke!"

Dashing into
the bondage room, Larry opened the window as the sergeant was about
to lob a brick through the glass. "Fuck me!" he cried, leaning out
of the window. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Ah, Doctor
Lickman! Open the main door, I'll meet you there," DI Clarke said
as he emerged from the shadows. "Sergeant, you keep an eye on the
building and make sure that my... that no one leaves."

Walking down
the hall and opening the main door, Larry frowned at the detective
as several of his men filed into the building and began searching
for the girl. "What on earth is going on?" Larry asked angrily.
"You've smashed my window, and now..."

"The girl you
have here, she's my daughter! Due to the incompetence of my
incompetent Sergeant, we were delayed and... I hope you haven't
touched her, Doctor Lickman!"

"Girl? Your
daughter? What are you talking about? There's no girl here,
Inspector!"

"No girl?
But... my men will find her, don't you worry!"

"Has she gone
missing?"

"I sent her
here as part of my plan to catch you red-handed. You've been set
up, Doctor. If I find that you've done anything to her,
I'll..."

"There's no
one here, Guv," the sergeant interrupted as he emerged from the
bondage room and walked down the hall.

"Of course
she's here, you incompetent fool! Look again, man!"

"Inspector,
talking of missing people, my staff seem to have disappeared."
Larry said. "I don't suppose you know anything about their
disappearance, do you?"

"I might, and
there again, I might not."

"Ah, so you've
obviously abducted them as part of your plan, whatever your crazy
plan is."

"My crazy
plan, as you put it, is to arrest you for committing grossly
indecent sexual acts of a grossly indecent nature against several
innocent young women - including a nun, a convent schoolgirl,
a..."

"What?"

"You heard. So
far, you've been one step ahead of me, but now..."

"Will you
please tell me what all this is about, Inspector? My staff have
gone missing, you break down the door to my examination room,
you've smashed the window in my consulting room, and now you're
talking about sexual acts involving nuns and schoolgirls!"

"She's not
here, Guv," the sergeant repeated as he emerged from the waiting
room.

"Look
again."

"But,
Guv..."

"Look again.
Where is my daughter, Doctor Lickman?"

"I have no
idea. I didn't even know you were the proud owner of a
daughter."

"If she's come
to any harm, I'll..."

"Look, let's
calm down, Inspector. Now, you say that you sent her here?"

"Yes, as part
of my..."

"Well, all I
can say is that she didn't arrive. I locked up at five, as usual,
and I've been catching up with paperwork ever since. I can assure
you that no one has been here."

"She came here
earlier, Doctor. She called herself Holly Holdall and..."

"Ah, yes, a
girl named Holly was here earlier. I was unable to see her as...
so, Holly is your daughter?"

"Yes, and you
told her to come back at eight this evening."

"No, I didn't.
I never see clients during the evenings, it's a rule I made some
years ago, and I've rigidly adhered to it."

"Are you
suggesting that my daughter, a detective Inspector's daughter, is
lying?"

"No, I'm just
saying that she hasn't been back since she left earlier today. I
was unable to see her without an appointment, and I told her to
phone and book an appointment with my receptionist. Have you tried
the pub?"

"The pub?"

"Yes, she
might have gone for a drink."

"Of course she
hasn't, she doesn't drink."

"Sorry, it was
only a suggestion."

"She's not
here Guv!" the sergeant broke in as he emerged from the
toilets.

"All right,
tell the men to get back to the station. Now, Doctor, I'm going to
get to the bottom of the matter if it's the last thing I do!"

I've already got to the bottom of the
matter
. "Good, and I wish you luck with the
search for your daughter. Now, Inspector, please tell me where are
my staff are."

"They'll be
released shortly."

"Why did you
arrest them?"

"I arrested
them on a whim."

"On a whim?
You can't do that!"

"I can do what
I like."

"Are you of a
whimsical nature?"

"Far from it,
I'm rock-steady! I'll be back tomorrow, Doctor, and if my daughter
isn't at home..."

"If she isn't
at home, then it has nothing to do with me."

"We'll see
about that! And when I do find her, I shall physically examine her
for signs of..."

"You can't
physically examine your daughter, it's illegal."

"Due to the
nature of the allegations brought against you by Mrs Cology, I
shall examine my daughter's bottom for weals. I shall also examine
her pubic region for missing pubic hair. Good night, to you,
Doctor."

Sighing as DI
Clarke left the building, Larry made his way to his consulting room
and unlocked the door. Switching the light on, he gazed at the
shattered window. "Bloody cops!" he cursed, taking the bottle of
scotch from the drawer and slumping in his swivel chair. "Bloody
cops!"

Wandering into
the consulting room, the morning sun streaming in through the
broken window, Brigit shook Larry's shoulder. "Larry, wake up! What
the hell are you doing? Wake up!"

"What? Er...
Brigit! Oh, fuck!"

"Did you sleep
here all night?"

"Er... yes,
yes I did. Jesus, look at the bloody window!"

"Yes, I've
seen it. Lily and I were taken to the police station. What happened
here?"

"DI Clarke and
his men raided the place. God, my head! I was screwing his daughter
and..."

"Screwing his
daughter? Bloody hell!"

"It's all
right, it turned out OK. What happened to you?"

"We were taken
to the police station and kept there for hours."

"Monica,
too."

"No, I don't
know where she got to."

"Bloody woman,
she set this up with the cops!"

"You should
never have taken her back, I told you that it was a mistake!"

"Yes, yes I
know, Brigit! Did the police charge you with anything?"

"No, they said
that they were protecting us. God, you say you fucked the
Inspector's daughter? How come he didn't catch you?"

"He was
delayed, thankfully! I managed to bundle the girl out of the
waiting room window while the cops were round the front of the
building. The thing is, when he questions the girl, he'll realize
what happened. He reckons he's going to examine her for weals and
shaved pubic hair. Shit, I'm really in it."

"He can't
examine his own daughter!"

"He can and he
will, believe me."

"I can't
understand why he persisted. I mean, after screwing me over your
desk, why ever did he..."

"Your threats
obviously didn't bother him. Did you set Ravenhugh and his wife
up?"

"No, they're
ex-directory - I couldn't get their phone number."

"Fuck, so
he'll still be on my back! At least Fullcrack and Venereal have
left me in peace."

"I checked the
appointments book when I came in, we've a really busy day ahead,
Larry."

"Oh, God!
When's the first client arriving?"

"There's a new
client due in about ten minutes. She made the appointment
yesterday, just before we were carted away by the police."

"Fuck it, all
these bloody problems! OK, I'll wash and smarten myself up. Er...
coffee would be nice."

"Right, coffee
it is. By the way, Lily isn't here."

"Thank God for
small mercies!"

Grabbing his
battery operated shaver from the desk drawer, Larry walked to the
toilets and washed, wondering why the debt collectors hadn't
swooped - and the girls' fathers! It was a cock-up, he reflected,
shaving the stubble from his chin.

"Larry,
there's a phone call," Brigit said as he walked through reception
combing his dark hair back.

"OK, I'll take
it in my room. Who is it?"

"A man from
the local paper."