I brought everything Brandy had prepared out to the living room, set up the game, opened the bottle of Merlot, and even found some wine glasses. Oh my gosh, we certainly were not going to be for want of…what a hostess!
When Brandy emerged from the bathroom with her hair still dry and in the lush purple robe, I noticed that her hair was back to the familiar style, with it parted in the middle.
I heard, “Hey, Bob, why don’t you take a quick shower while I get dressed? I also left a new toothbrush and some floss on the vanity for you.”
Considering the near-constant arousal she had put me through, I decided that showering was a beneficial idea.
“Sounds good. First I want to make it clear: you can only wear five pieces of clothing and shoes. Socks and shoes will count as one item per pair.”
“Yes, dear, I admire your authority, but it’s not going to do you any good,” Brandy said, eyes sparkling.
“Ok, babe, keep dreaming!”
With that, we parted ways. Inside the bathroom, I noticed that my many bouts of extreme arousal had messed up my underpants, so I disposed of them in her bathroom wastebasket. I quickly cleaned up and brushed my teeth; I couldn’t wait to play with her, and I am not talking about the game. Getting dressed, I was forced to go commando with only my suit coat, shirt, pants, socks, and shoes.
When I exited the bathroom, I heard, “Surprise, Mr. detective sir, are you ready to see what you’re up against?”
I applauded and said, “Wow, you can interrogate me anytime.”
She curtsied and said, “Thank you, kind sir.”
Clearly, Brandy had not changed back into her black dress. Instead, she was wearing a very skimpy blue policewoman’s uniform and a million-dollar smile. She appeared irresistible as she stood there, revealing lots of cleavage on top, a bare midriff, and ninety percent of her long legs in the short blue pleated skirt.
Brandy had applied darker mascara around her eyes, and she had a polished look except for some lipstick that had gotten on one of her two front teeth. She still looked adorable with what looked like a gap between her teeth from the lipstick. I gestured to my teeth, and she understood the message, swiftly correcting it with the aid of the living room mirror.
She is like a beautiful, flawless diamond that sparkles in each and every setting, and that was certainly true in that uniform. I was unable to take my eyes off her as we chatted, snacked, drank, and got ready to play Clue.
“Bob, please tell me more about your exciting adult game idea.”
“Okay, some of this explanation will involve revisiting what I previously shared with you. Rumor has it that one or more individuals are going to commit a crime of passion! It is likely that someone here will violate a virtuous law of some kind. If a crime is committed, the player or players responsible must be found guilty of that offense. Now, who is guilty?”
She announced, “You already look guilty.”
“You shouldn’t talk, but hang on. Enter the game contestants: Policewoman Brandy Larson a.k.a. — Miss Scarlett, and yours truly, a highly skilled private dick named Bob Bergstrom — a.k.a. Professor Plum.”
She snickered and said, “Hi, Professor Dick, I mean Plum.”
Grinning back at her, I continued, “The object of the Clue board game is to discover, before your competitor, where the crime occurred, who did it, and what weapon was used. On the side, we will play our own adult version of Clue, inspired by the board game. Remember this: we are more than just game investigators; we are also private investigators. As private investigators, we are truly each other’s person of interest. We are driven to conduct our own personal ass-essment of whether your opponent is guilty of any number of puritan crimes.”
“Bob, I can’t wait to interrogate you; my techniques will make you confess.”
“Yeah, sure, Brandy, I am warning you, I have an exploratory hardware system that will give you a rigid lesson on how an in-depth analysis is satisfyingly fulfilled.”
Laughing at that line, she said, “That’s still questionable.”
“You will find out. Now listen up. In my adult rules, when you make more than three incorrect suggestions or accusations during board play, firsthand observations show that there is probable cause for a search warrant. This order also applies subsequently to every following set of three wrong accusations or suggestions in board game play.”
“Professor, sir, that’s a revealing disclosure to ponder.”
“Yes, and the warrant authorizes your rival detective or policewoman to confiscate the clothing item you remove for them, which is of your choosing. Your investigative playmate’s inquiry broadens with each order to remove additional clothes, as we can only investigate uncovered evidence.”
“Makes sense. I am going to confiscate everything you own.”
“Lots-a-luck, Scarlett, but more than that, your opponent is now the one conducting the investigation. He or she is not only able to thoroughly research the newly uncovered findings but is also required to do so. All necessary methods will be employed to find evidence of a crime and how one can best work to solve it.”
Acting kittenish, she declared, “No problem, I will get to the bottom of your still hidden part-iculars and flush them out to complete this investigation.”
I was about to admonish Brandy playfully for that bawdy comment, but giggling, she ran into her bedroom for something. She had bought some kind of gag gift and handed it to me.
“I almost forgot about this little something you should have.”
I opened the box, and inside were two white chocolate boobs. I laughed. Gosh, they had big nipples and everything. We laughed and laughed; I could tell she liked my reaction.
“Thanks, Brandy, you got me something I’ve always wanted. I’ll save them for later or tomorrow when I don’t have yours to admire.”
“Oh, you sweet talker, you.”
“Where was I? Oh yes, back to my explanation; revealed evidence will be inspected, analyzed, and then ardently appraised. Our lustful goal will be similar to the board game: expose, get to the bottom of, and probe. Lastly, with the animated release of our findings, we will revel in the outcome.”
“No doubt, naughty boy. What happens if my accusation is right?”
“You automatically win the board game, and then you would be the one to direct what happens next.”
“Does that mean I can then have my way with you?” She asked, looking mischievous.
My mind and body were already getting a stiff test from her; could I reassume my role as a semi-serious detective? Yes, I somehow managed to persevere even though my explanation was done tongue-in-cheek.
“Policewoman Scarlett, this professional duty is my calling; uncovered details will unleash a priceless display of visuals to analyze. This is true detective work, exposing and meticulously exploring every feature of your suspect’s body of evidence. It is my mission to evaluate and solve the impending crime of passion that needs solving. Like I mentioned before, I will be using my specialized investigative tools and lots of professional interaction to maintain intimate contact with my suspect until I achieve a satisfying result.”
“Sounds like hard work.” At that moment, she cast a knowing smile down to the front of my trousers.
“Come on, Brandy, you’re making me forget what I was going to say.”
“Hmm, it seems like you have an interesting problem to deal with.”
She was still staring down at my bulge and looking as voluptuous as ever. It was difficult to concentrate, but I was determined to finish my speech.
“Brandy, this is serious competition; remember this: you want to acquire more knowledge about the other player than they do about you. This challenge will test all the investigative skills in your arsenal. The most talented detective always gets the most fulfilling results, and working with your partner to achieve the best upshot is what our adult game is all about.”
“Absolutely, Professor!”
“There’s not much more to say about my adult rules right now; let’s see how they play out. Miss Scarlett, I believe you’ll be my ideal partner in crime, so there’s no one better to play this game with.”
She twinkled with enthusiasm.
Then I told Brandy, “I plan to chronicle our adult gameplay.”
She asked, “Why?”
“Because that’s what investigators do. I’ll be sending you my official report.”
She smirked at that and said, “Sure you will.”
“You’ll see,” I replied.
That bolstered my resolve to show Brandy I was serious. I planned to recreate our game night on paper exactly, or at least to the best of my abilities. Since the theme of my review involved solving a crime, I decided to craft the official report using crime-related terminology that she, as a wannabe prosecutor, and other legal eagles can easily relate to. I intended to make light of the jargon associated with her profession’s criminal charges.
I figured I would get an intriguing reaction, and hopefully it “tickles her fancy.” I twisted legal terms; they were my AIDING AND ABETTING/ACCESSORY to describe how we researched each other. My official report identified how each potential crime occurred; I didn’t omit any of the explicit details. After reading Brandy’s erotic stories, I knew that none of my words would offend her. Perhaps my detailed remembrance would even serve to arouse her libido anew.
Dear Brandy,
I have laid out the naked truth of how the events of game night unfolded below. My official report of our private investigation is comprehensive and written in good faith. To lie about what we experienced would be akin to PERJURY. I firmly adhered to the words of Detective Sergeant Joe Friday from TV’s Dragnet, who said many times, “Just the facts, ma’am. Just the facts.”
At the beginning of the game, the lovely policewoman Brandy, or Miss Scarlett, was located across the coffee table from me and sprawled out on the floor. I was sitting on the couch, looking down at her from my higher vantage point.
With all the investigative tools at Brandy’s disposal, including a skimpy blue police uniform, cap, two badges, a choker, wrist cuffs, handcuffs, and a flashlight, my person of interest was making a sexy statement. She didn’t have a nightstick, but based on my reaction to her playful demeanor, I could have easily supplied that.
Noticing everything she had on, I said, “Hey, you’re not following the five-item rule.”
“Yes, I am; most of these items don’t count.”
I replied, “OK, Officer, I believe you; you’re definitely one of our finest.”
Witnessing Brandy’s beauty had already temporarily ABDUCTED and captivated my attention away from the board game we had just begun to play. She had exposed her figure, legs, hair, face, and lips for my viewing pleasure; that is to say, for investigative purposes. I also noticed perfect white teeth; they appeared frequently when she gave me one of her incredibly alluring, bright smiles.
I began to visually analyze Brandy’s low-cut top and super-short blue skirt. Her lovely tits were nearly fifty percent exposed, spilling over the top of her super-tight uniform. The top didn’t extend down to her skirt, exposing her navel. I noticed her top was actually a sleeveless blue halter with an oval-shaped clip to hold it together in the front. I was delighted to see that almost all of her long, athletic legs were visible below her skirt.
Hanging off Brandy’s skirt were plastic handcuffs and a small flashlight. She wore a policewoman’s cap on her head, adorned with a cool fake badge. In her left hand she held another badge; she had taken it off her top to show me her supposed credentials and prove that she meant business. Yeah, right, maybe monkey business.
I was receiving plenty of clues. My surveillance revealed that it was going to be difficult to concentrate on anything but the beautiful scenery in front of me. Blood had already flowed south to this private dick’s dick, diverting it away from my brain. My super hard-on had sapped my ability to concentrate on anything but her. When she wore that uniform, she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
When Brandy was ready to make her first suggestion or accusation in the board game, she said, “I see revealed evidence to investigate right now.”
Brandy got up from the floor, sat down next to me on the couch, and leaned in for a kiss. She was committing an act of ARSON, as her actions really ignited a fire within me that up until then had only been smoldering.
She came out with, “Besides, consider this a good luck kiss because you are going to need it.”
I felt Brandy’s velvety lips on mine, so soft and fine. She slowly and sensually explored my masculine lips with her feminine ones. We became more and more passionate, but once we touched tongues, she pulled away looking slightly flustered.
“I got the evidence I need for now,” she claimed.
I was really fired up; up was the definitive word once again.
Brandy was a delightful tease as we engaged in playful banter. It felt as if naturally occurring endorphin hormones had DRUG POSSESSION of my brain. As usual, not only her attractive appearance but also her delightful demeanor, sense of humor, and intellect dazzled me. We moved from one room on the game board to another while snacking, drinking wine, and exchanging suggestions of potential crime scenarios.
We had only shed our shoes so far, but already exposed skin had been undergoing extensive analysis. In that skimpy uniform, she revealed a lot more details for me to catch up on. During my early appraisal activity, I was conscientious and attentive, as this private eye strives for the best possible result.
When it was my turn to do some research, I crawled around the coffee table and started tickling Brandy’s shapely long legs. Her legs are silky smooth and nimble. I loved to watch her squirm as I worked my way up past her knees. I foiled an attempt by her to wiggle out of my grasp while I was playing with her soft and creamy thighs. The action had caused her skirt to briefly rise up, giving me a fleeting glimpse of her purple panties.
She emitted oohs and aahs.
I gently glided my fingers from Brandy’s knees to the edge of her short skirt and got to explore lower parts of her velvety inner thighs. Next, I moved up to her exposed midriff and gently blew into her belly button. She rolled around and squealed.
Then she yelled, “Please, Bob, I can’t stand it.”
I loved seeing Brandy thrash around while I was in control. I continued to engage in this activity for an extended period of time due to the allure of her sexy flat stomach.
Eventually she shouted, “Uncle.”
I advanced up to her red face and asked, “What was that you said again?”
She giggled and said, “Never mind.”
So, I went back down to work on her navel, blowing into it, nibbling on it, and licking around it.
Suddenly she shouted, “Uncle, uncle, uncle.”
“Ok, that’s more like it.”
I went back up and lowered my mouth to Brandy’s lips, initiating a passionate kiss. Our tongues touched, and I followed her retreating tongue into her hot mouth. Our tongues wrestled around and got very well acquainted. Sparks were flying, and our hearts were pounding. Her cheeks looked flushed, and mine probably were too.
I pulled my tongue out of her mouth and stated, “I can actually feel your tongue’s pulse.”
“Umm,” was all she muttered out.
I shifted downward again and rested my head on Brandy’s protruding breasts. I nuzzled her lovely pillows with my nose and mouth, then nestled the side of my head against them and listened. Her heart was racing. I stuck my nose down in her cleavage and smelled its richness. I gently squeezed and tickled her exposed swells. I kissed them lustfully and then let my lips trail up to her neck.
Once I removed the choker from around her neck, I found more erogenous zones. I kissed her neck, sucked lightly on her ears, and whispered sweet nothings into her lobes. She let out gentle sighs of pleasure.
Brandy’s flaming passion made her extremely vulnerable to whatever I wanted to do. I believed that I could have fucked her right then and there, and I was so tempted. My weenie had never been bigger! Our foreplay was exciting too, so with incredible willpower, I decided to let her regain some self-control over her body and mind. I wanted her to be able to compete with me at least temporarily. I didn’t realize at the time how much I had underestimated her.
A wonderful ROBBERY of all my inhibitions had already been committed by Brandy. Her sweet loveliness, affection, and unconditional feelings for me had completely freed me up to act naturally and spontaneously around her. She had given me the most self-confidence ever.
We engaged in kissing and handling the uncovered findings. We hadn’t yet made any covert discoveries about what lay beneath our major clothing choices. That was acceptable, as the adult rules aim to increase the excitement level gradually. Even though I don’t need assistance to get pumped up around Brandy’s assets, the slow escalation of tension enhanced and prolonged our mutual enrapturement. It was reciprocal enjoyment, as she also seemed highly interested in exploring these early findings down to the last detail.
Initially, revealing our bare feet seemed uneventful, but that changed when Brandy decided to focus on mine. My feet are very sensitive parts of my body, and she knew exactly how to drive me crazy by playing with them. She came over, sat at the end of the couch, and sucked on my toes.
“Holy shit” slipped out of my mouth.
Brandy exuded carnality as she looked up into my eyes, aggressively slurped, and licked my toes with passion.
She communicated verbally, “I love your piggies!”
Brandy’s ostentatious maneuvers around my toes felt like a showcase of her oral skills. In my mind, she was giving me a sample of her talents and promoting the likelihood of much more intimate pleasure to come.
“Oh, that tickles,” I mumbled.
Afterward, she crawled up to my head while I was still lying on the couch and teased me with a butterfly kiss on my right cheek, which subsequently evolved into a sexy Eskimo kiss. The nose knows more than you think.
After teasing me with the butterfly and Eskimo kisses, Brandy latched on to my mouth with hers. I felt like she was rapidly STEALING my heart as we smooched, and while acting sneaky, we both managed to get a good feel of each other’s still-covered body of evidence. These kinds of surreptitious discoveries were supposed to remain forbidden and off-limits from investigation until a search warrant allowed it. Yes, our behavior was lustfully stretching the existing rules, and neither of us cared.
Brandy’s kisses sucked me into a dream world where time had literally stopped. Her tongue rapidly fused with mine, creating an intermingled dance of our taste buds. She was wet, wild, and tasty.
Our hands had explored sensitive areas above our clothing but only north of the southern border. I sensed an abundance of softness jutting out under her top, along with a couple of titillating points of interest. Despite the absence of words, a wealth of information flowed between us via our tongues. I didn’t think it was possible, but my affection for her was still rising.
Brandy tried to steal my tongue, but luckily mine is well connected. She is a fabulous French kisser.
I had to ask, “Did your relatives come from France?”
Her amused answer was, “You know they didn’t, but I did watch the 2024 Olympics.”
“Is tongue wrestling a new sport at the Olympic Games?”
She giggled and said, “Maybe it should be.”
“You would be a shoo-in gold medalist,” I claimed.
Her eyes glittered, and she said, “Funny guy. Ok, I need to keep practicing then.”
After that we put in another five minutes of tongue action and heavy petting. A couple times I tried to reach under Brandy’s top, but she managed to stop me each time.
Before long, Brandy stood up and looked at herself in the living room mirror. Her makeup, lipstick, and dark mascara were a mess, so she ran to the bathroom to fix it. When she returned her dark mascara was gone along with most of her makeup and lipstick.
Watching wide-eyed as Brandy moved around, I had followed her trail of inducement up those powerful athletic legs, around her sexy flared hips, past her slim waist, over her irresistible soft still-covered tits, up to her beautiful face, and back down again. While visually analyzing her low-cut top and super short skirt for the countless time, it occurred to me: who could ever jail a woman who looks as lovely as her?
I initially wondered what Dragnet’s Detective Sgt. Joe Friday would do. He was always virtuous, but he never faced a BRIBERY temptation like the ravishing Brandy. To be honest, even if she were the perpetrator of a crime, I would probably allow her to escape if she wanted to; fortunately for me, guilty or not, she didn’t.
With a fresh and more familiar appearance, she landed on the other side of the coffee table to resume our other game.
“Come on, Professor, let’s play!”
“Yes, Scarlett.”
It appeared that Miss Scarlett and Professor Plum had made nearly equal progress in determining who did it, where they did it, and what weapon they used. Still, neither character in the board game seemed close to winning.
On the private investigation side of the game, the majority of our evidence was still well covered, but each of us only had just three items of clothing left.
With my blood-drained big head, I slowly realized that, since we had both lost our shoes and socks, Brandy couldn’t be wearing a bra underneath that low-cut crop top. I mean, I had already gotten a glimpse of her purple panties, so that only left just her top, skirt, and panties. Wrong suggestions were going to reveal some mind-blowing particulars soon. A whole lot of fervor was brewing.
There’s nothing sexier than a woman who smiles when she’s being naughty. When Miss Scarlett made another incorrect suggestion, it marked her ninth mistake. It was a huge turning point (or more appropriately, two turning points) in the investigation when Brandy was required to remove another piece of clothing. She was smiling so seductively at me; her pretty blue eyes were sparkling.
“What does this mean, professor?”
“You must remove one item of clothing; what will it be?”
Brandy was doing that restaurant-like stare at me again and still smiling.
“Well, being a good girl, I can’t possibly let you see my panties; that would be way too embarrassing,” she said as she feigned shyness and modesty.
I had gotten the message that she likes to be submissive, so I ordered, “Remove your piece of clothing now.”
I was beaming; oh my God, the anticipation was driving me nuts. It felt like Christmas!
“If you insist, professor.”
“I do!” I reaffirmed.
She settled on removing her top. At that point, my excitement was so intense that the possibility of disappointment began to creep into my thoughts.
The act she performed was truly remarkable, as she acted simultaneously bashful and beyond steamy.
She said, “I don’t know if I can do this; what would my friends and relatives think of me?”
“Tough; it’s too late now; do it,” I commanded.
Brandy then lifted her sexy blue top over her hard nipples and pulled it over her head. As she removed her top, the policewoman’s cap also came off. She gazed deeply into my soul, and she never stopped grinning from ear to ear.
I watched intently when she unveiled what looked like a seriously luscious pair of 38 specials with at least DD gauge orbitals. Was I disappointed? No way. She knew I liked them, and I could tell she enjoyed showing them to me.
Brandy’s spellbinding, feminine-styled twin heaters completely disarmed me. Yes, I was mesmerized and close to surrendering into her custody right then. They were proudly displayed to my appreciative eyes in all their glory. She had the best set of girls I have ever seen. They might have been triple Ds, but it didn’t matter. They looked perfect. There was no sag; they were incredibly perky, and best of all, they looked completely natural.
Those areolas of Brandy’s might have been smaller than average, but I couldn’t care less. Observing her nipples revealed a great deal of information. They protruded out proudly, looked highly engorged, and resembled pinkish-red pencil erasers. Her nipples proved that she was one extremely turned-on lady.
Honestly, if Brandy were a real policewoman, her busts alone would render many a bad guy helpless! In her case, RACKETEERING has a different meaning. You see, the lovely rack she owns and knows how to use even subdued most of my competing thoughts. I knew the odds of uncovering better evidence to solve the case were literally stacked against me.
However, I was far from quitting, but this gumshoe had to overcome being under the spell of her amazing tits. Additionally, if I wanted to come out on top, I needed to work twice as hard and be more aggressive.
Animated, I declared, “Officer, you need to be checked out; come here and get on the couch.”
Per our rules and acting more aggressively, I wasted no time getting familiar with Brandy’s unmatched knockers. I embraced her two voluptuous, pleasure-seeking, all-natural pacifiers with both my hands and mouth during my extensive pat-down procedure. I had finally procured these beautiful protuberances of my desire. Her hard nipples felt like small, round-nosed-tipped, responsive bullets, sticking straight out in a delightfully rigid manner.
Firstly, I blew hot air on Brandy’s tits. They felt so wonderful in my hands, and my tongue was wandering and leaving trails of pure bliss all around her mounds. I then used the tip of my tongue to gently brush her nipples and draw small circles around her areolas.
She cooed, “Ooh yes, Professor.”
I continued to pinpoint and then further manipulate her two orbs’ most sensitive trigger points. I really loved having those erect peaks in my mouth. I used my right hand to pinch and twist her right nipple while sucking and nibbling on the left one, and vice versa.
I found out that Brandy’s nipples were more sensitive than had been my experience with other women. I was doing my due diligence to gain as much arousing intelligence as I could handle. I learned a lot from this newly uncovered software data. All the attention and gratification I gave lowered her guard, and she released lots of sensitive feedback in the heat of the moment.
She repeatedly mumbled, “Oh, ooh, yeah, yeah, aah, aah.”
Suddenly, Brandy’s back arched, and she rocked back and forth; waves of orgasmic pleasure were surging through her body. She was having a nipple orgasm of epic proportions. Additional moaning sounds erupted from her lips.
Plus, I heard, “Ooh, gawd, ooh, ooh, ooh.”
Soon she settled down on the couch with a tranquil and satisfied look on her face. It is a magnificent sight to watch a woman cum and know that you are responsible for it; her satisfaction felt like my success. I could have jumped her bones at that moment, but once again I decided to hold off. Now I had her where I wanted her, or was the opposite true?
I stated, “I guess this means I won.”
“No way,” she answered and then added with a smile, “that was only the first act.” She placed a strong emphasis on the word “act” to ensure that I understood its dual meaning.
The story will continue with part four. Like real crime fighters, we collect oral evidence from one another while playing Clue.
