Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 06 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 06

... is, but that's what your supposed to think it is. Our killer placed it in there after her death, unless he screwed her and ejaculated after her death. Not likely. He would be an awful mess and caught very quickly, I think." "You mean because her body expelled all fluids and feces at the time of death." "Correct. And our killer is smart enough to mix some apparent semen into the fluids between her legs. Here... and here." "How do you know it’s not semen?" "I don't but would a killer this smart leave DNA. I suspect that is some substitute." "Pretty smart, Trudy my love. It's not semen, it’s water and..." She cuts him off. "Don't tell me. It's water and cooking oil put through a blender, right?" "Damn, how'd you know?" "That's a porn film secret. It's how those hunks come half a bucket at a time. Didn't you ever think it was kind of phony? Bet you can't come that much. Wanna try?" "Not now, I've work to do. So where were we? You think he deliberately tried to make it look like a sex pervert. Any other reason to think that?" "The damage; why aren't her breast mutilated. They're not even bruised because he concentrated on her lower body. And look at the damage there. Could you physically do that much damage to me while screwing me." "But she was struggling for her life as he choked her." Trudy flops down on the blanket and opens her legs. "Get down here on top of me and screw me. I'll show you what I mean." Mike grins and says, "If this is a trick to get a quick piece of nookie ...

... I'll ..." He moves up between her legs and opens his fly, revealing a rather slack member. "That's no good. Here, let me." She spits in her hand, reaches and grasps it. Sliding her hand up and down, she pulls it. "Never mind, lay down on me and kiss me." He grins and does as she asks, lying between her legs with his sex pressed against hers. He kisses her and she probes his mouth with her tongue. Frantically she wiggles under him as her tongue reams around inside his mouth and suddenly he feels he's as hard as a rock. She stops and says, "Now put it in, silly." "Yes, ma'am!" and he does. "Now feel how your weight is distributed across my body. Try to crush my pelvis with your weight. Can't do it, can you? And I'm much lighter than your victim. Try thrusting into me hard enough to crush my pelvis. Come on, harder than that. Harder. Harder! You won't hurt me, put more weight into it. Okay. I think you see my point. Now, pull out. Up on your knees. Right. Now put one knee on my pelvis. Do you see how with just shifting your weight slightly you could crush my pelvis easily? I think that's what our killer did; the pattern of bruising matches. Oh, while your there, see if you tore my vagina with all that thrusting. Not likely. You can put that away now. I don't think that is what our killer used. Doesn't fit back in your shorts as good as it did, does it?" She giggles "You imp! Okay, I see your point. God, don't you ever wear panties?" "Not if I can help it: once a month for a few ...