Best Job Ever: Private Dick - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete - by Limnophile
Chapter 3
Erotica Story: Chapter 3 - Wealthy blonde woman hires a homeless Black veteran. Instead of looking at a job application or resume, she checks what's in his pants. - - - Chapter 1 has mild non-sexual violence, and an arousing first meeting. Graphic sex starts in chapter 2.
Caution: This Erotica Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Rags To Riches Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism Size Prostitution Violence Illustrated
When I woke, my gorgeous new lover said into her phone “He’s amazing at sex! A total studmuffin.”
She looked at me, her eyes twinkling with a mischief that made my stomach flip, then winked. “Richard, darling, meet Bettinia, Beth. She’s at an all-girls boarding school, a brilliant, shy, virginal sophomore, absolutely vibrating with curiosity.”
The White girl on her phone looked about fifteen. She had strawberry-blonde hair, glasses on her cute face, and a boyishly flat chest. “Hi,” she whispered, her voice barely a tremor, her eyes wide and hungry behind the frames.
“Beth, honey, look at him,” Gwen purred, propping the phone up against a crystal vase of lilies so the camera had a perfect view of the bed. “This is the Marine I told you about. The one with the stamina of a god and a cock that could bridge a canyon.”
I felt a surge of heat hit my gut, and my cheeks. I wasn’t used to being a spectacle, but the way Beth was staring—half-terrified, half-fascinated—made my dick twitch. She was a cute but nerdy little scholar who had never felt a real man’s weight on her. Now she was watching me, a rough-edged former Sergeant with nothing to my name but a heavy set of balls.
“He’s ... he’s really that big?” Beth stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep, delicious crimson.
“Why don’t we show her, Richard?” Gwen suggested, her voice dropping into that husky, provocative range. She didn’t wait for an answer. Suddenly, she slid off the bed and knelt between my legs, her honey-blonde hair spilling over my thighs.
“Watch closely. This is how you start,” Gwen murmured into the phone.
She leaned forward and took me in, her mouth warm and insistent. I groaned, my head hitting the silk pillow, as her tongue danced around the head of my cock with a rhythmic precision. I looked at the screen; Beth was breathing fast now, her hand disappearing below the frame of her camera, probably touching herself.
“Oh my god,” Beth whimpered. “He’s ... he’s huge. Gwen, is it really that hard?”
“Hard as a rock, sweetie,” Gwen mumbled around me, her voice muffled but dripping with lust.
I reached down and grabbed Gwen’s hair, pulling her face slightly back so I could look her in the eye. Then, I shifted, sliding down the bed until my face was inches from her glistening, pink center. I didn’t say a word; I just dove in.
My tongue found her clit with a sharp, wet flick. Gwen let out a sharp, melodic shriek, her back arching. “Oooh! Richard!”
“Look at her, Beth,” I growled, my voice raw, not taking my eyes off the screen. “See how she shakes when a man knows exactly where to touch?”
I began to lap at her, long, slow strokes that sounded like wet velvet in the quiet of the room. Gwen’s hands fisted in the sheets, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. I could hear Beth’s breathing syncing up with Gwen’s, the girl’s whimpers becoming louder and more frantic.
“I can’t ... I can’t believe you’re actually doing that,” Beth moaned, her glasses sliding down her nose.
Gwen reached up and grabbed the phone, tilting it so Beth could see the exact moment my tongue circled her pearl. Gwen’s eyes rolled back, her body shuddering as she peaked. “He’s ... he’s a fucking artist, Beth!”
I didn’t stop. I kept my tongue working on Gwen while my hand reached up to stroke my own length, the friction of my skin against skin creating a wet, slapping sound that filled the room.
“Do you like that?” I inquired, my voice a low rumble of desire. “Do you like watching us?”
“Yes!” Beth cried out, her voice finally breaking into a raw, unfiltered sob of pleasure. “Yes, please! Don’t stop!”
Gwen collapsed back onto the pillows, her legs shaking. She looked at the phone and winked. “See, Beth? I told you he was a studmuffin. Want to see him cum?”
Beth groaned and bashfully requested, “Ungh! Please!”
Gwen laid on her back, commanding, “Fuck my boobs ‘til you cum on ‘em.”
I asked, “Really?”
“A thousand dollars, if you can paint them white in under five minutes.”
I dubiously stared a moment, but she assured me, “No tricks this time. Blow a load on my chest. I know you want to.”
I felt a surge of primal heat, the kind that makes a man forget he’s ever been hungry or cold. I leaned over her, the scent of her expensive perfume mixing with the raw smell of our previous session, and let out a thick, wet glob of saliva. I spat right between those heavy, creamy mounds, the glistening white strand of saliva bridging the gap like a glistening bridge of lust. Gwen let out a throaty purr of approval, her eyes widening as she watched me mark her.
I didn’t waste another second. I gripped those pale, supple breasts, squeezing them together until they formed a tight, soft valley. I slid my cock into that makeshift cleavage, the friction of her skin and my own wetness creating a sliding, slapping sound that echoed in the silent suite. I started to pump, my hips driving with a frantic energy, the skin-on-skin contact sending jolts of electricity straight to my brain. “Watch this, Beth,” I grunted, my voice a gravelly rumble.
On the screen, Beth was practically vibrating. Her glasses were fogged up, and her eyes were rolled halfway back into her head. She was clutching her own chest, her breathing coming in short, jagged gasps that sounded like she was running a marathon while sitting still. “Oh god, the way he’s ... the way he’s hitting them!” she whimpered, her voice shaking with an intensity that matched the rhythm of my thrusts.
I accelerated, my movements becoming blurred and violent. I was a Marine, and right then, my mission was conquering tit valley. I could feel the pressure building, a tidal wave of release crashing toward the shore. I let out a guttural roar, my muscles locking as I slammed myself deep into that valley of flesh one last time.
“YEAH!” I yelled, and then the dam broke.
Thick, hot ropes of seed erupted from me, painting Gwen’s creamy white skin in stark, glistening white. I didn’t stop until I was spent, the white streaks decorating her chest like some kind of decadent, erotic art. Gwen gasped, her body shuddering beneath me as she felt the heat of my climax.
Suddenly, a loud, piercing shriek erupted from the phone.
“OH MY GOD! YES! AAAAAGH!” Beth screamed, her body arching violently on the other end of the call. I caught a glimpse of her face—eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent plea—before she collapsed backward onto her bed, her legs kicking in the air. She had come so hard she’d practically short-circuited.