eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
mystery
humor
Length: Novella
Heat Level: eXcess 1
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Warning: This title contains graphic language and sex.
Harry Dick, Private Eye, is a series of mystery stories that pokes fun at nearly every thing, especially the hero of the series. From his cheesy, third floor walk-up office on 3rd Avenue and 33rd Street, where he is often found masturbating in the bathroom; Harry takes on the toughest mobsters in New York during the1940’s. He is smart, tough and determined, but he is saddled with a lewd, talking cock, a long list of improbably villains, lesbian wrestlers, midgets, hot, sexy clients, a gorgeous, a well stacked secretary who shows no interest in him at all and an evil, insane porn and mystery writer who creates adventures for him that never fail to go wrong, leaving Harry the object of laughter by the on-scene press reporters, the police and the reader.
EXCERPT:
Violet Barfly was the kind of broad you really want to get next too. Her monstrous 44DD’s had the kind of jiggle that gave guys a headache as well as a double sized boner, even sitting still. When she walked, her ass gyrated like the roller coaster at Coney Island. She was topped off with a head of long blond hair and the face of Jean Harlow. This babe was one hot orgasm waiting to happen.
Harry Dick couldn’t help watching her as she swivel-hipped across 3rd Avenue toward the low-rent office building where he had his office. Harry’s Cock noticed the Barfly dame too and stretched over the window sill to get a good look at the broad.
“She wants me, Harry, I can tell,” Harry’s Cock leered. “And, I think she’s coming here.”
“Get back in my pants and shut up,” Harry growled angrily.
“If you’d keep your hand to yourself, I wouldn’t get all excited, Harry.”
Just then, the door of HARRY DICK, PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS opened and Violet jiggled into the outer office like a proverbial bowl full of Jell-O. Moments later the intercom buzzed. “There’s some tramp her to see ya, Harry,” came the voice of Harry’s secretary, the luscious and well stacked, Miss Maria Torres.
“Send her in, doll,” Harry and his Cock said in unison. Harry hurriedly stuffed his copy of the latest issue of HAIR PIE magazine in the top drawer of his desk.
The door to the inner office opened and Violet Barfly jiggled into the room. Harry motioned to the chair in front of his desk. Harry’s Cock was doing some motioning of his own.
“Now then,” Harry said, professionally, “What can I do for you?”
“I know what you can do for me, baby,” Harry’s Cock remarked, with a big, one-eyed grin.
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