The Murder of Sharon Weathers, Slut Extraordinaire

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My name is Rebecca. Everyone calls me Becca. I entered the police department right out of college. I progressed rapidly, through different divisions and assignments. I always had my eyes set on Robbery-Homicide and after six years of hard word and dedication, I finally made it. At age thirty, I was youngest female in the division for such a coveted assignment, but I was superb at my job. I made it because of my skill not my gender. It was Saturday. Dispatch called our number just after we had finished lunch. We were working on an older murder that had gone cold, but there had been new information disclosing a previously unknown witness and it had to be checked out today. We never closed a homicide file without an arrest. Today was the end of our week in the barrel, expected to take all new homicides reported unless we were overwhelmed. We had been lucky, this was our first new one for the week.“Unit ten one zero four, reported 804 on the fourth floor parking garage, 1027 North State. Uniforms on the scene. Medical Examiner (ME) in route.”My partner, Tom, replied, “10-4, ten one zero four in route.”“Well, wonder what we have now Becca? Put some speed on so we get there before they have a chance to totally fuck up the scene. You never know who’s going to be in charge til we get there.”I flipped on the lights and siren, accelerating and began to weave around traffic as it cleared for us. We were close, so it only took about five minutes and we were squealing up the round entrance ramp to the fourth floor. Landing on four, we saw the blue lights flashing down at the end and headed there.We found two uniform cars parked, the officers standing, talking with a white male. He turned out to be the person that had found the victim, a white female appearing to be in her thirties, dressed for a night out. She was laying across the front seats of a new, black BMW M6 Coupe. He had only found her because the car attracted him and he went to check it out. Upon looking in the drivers window, he saw her body and called the police.The officers found the drivers side window open, determined she had been dead for some time, and called it in. They had taken the man’s statement so we let him leave. As he was leaving, the ME and a forensic unit were pulling up. The victim was face down, wrists and ankles bound with duck tape. No injuries visible from that position. Forensics took pictures and then the ME was cleared to remove her from the car. She was carefully transferred from the vehicle to a standard black body bag.The ME’s initial, superficial exam was that she had been beaten and possibly suffered a heart attack. There was a fish hook through each nipple connected to a taser that had been hidden by her body. Someone had ripped her blouse open and pulled her bra down. There was one set of taser marks clearly visible on her neck, probably used to put her down the initial time. Everything still depended on the autopsy. Even in her condition, it was obvious that she had been a wealthy, elegant and titillating woman.They put her in the van and the ME left for the morgue. Just another job to him.Closer examination of the car revealed her purse, which had been hidden from view under her. The vehicle registration and her drivers license indicated she was Sharon Weathers, thirty five years old, living at an exclusive address off Michigan Avenue. She had business cards that identified her as the Marketing Vice President for a large national corporation headquartered in our city. Talk about a high stress job.Forensics would finish their work and tow the car to their storage/examination area. We called for a warrant and headed for the victim’s condo. As we arrived at her condo, the duty supervisor advised that the warrant had been issued. We found the building manager on duty, identified ourselves and had him let us in the unit, thanking him and gently pushing him out the door.It was decorated in a very modern style and was extremely neat and clean. It almost looked almanbahis like no one lived there but she obviously did. Her bedroom closet was full of designer clothes. One room was an office that was clearly well used, but kept in very organized condition. Her computer was open, but access was locked, something else for the forensic guys. They were coming to take pictures and dust for prints, so they could take that with them.We did find a high security wall safe. We had searched the unit thoroughly and found nothing to indicate the combination so we called for a locksmith. When he arrived, he said he would have to drill it. It was the only way to open a safe of this type without the combination. We tried the obvious ones, birth date, phone numbers, etcetera, but no luck, so we told him to drill.What we found was a diary and some electronic equipment. It turned out that her bedroom was very expertly and surreptitiously wired for video and sound. The various pieces of equipment in the safe were the recording devices. The wiring had been brought in through the rear of the safe where it would never have been found without removing a securely mounted, several hundred pound safe. Also in the safe were some mini portable voice recording devices and DVDs from the video recorder. All of this was collected by forensics for examination in the very near future.Her desk contained bills and other routine, expected household files plus some work related files. We took it all. Nothing else of interest was found in her condo, so we left it to forensics to finish their work. We started the routine of finding out about her life, co-workers, parents, spouse, children, friends, and neighbors. Those and more had to be located and interviewed. Someone wanted her dead and we had to find the reason and the culprit.We could find no living relative or children. Co-workers said she was a type-A personality, who worked long and hard. Neighbors said she seemed to have many male and female friends but they did not know them. No one had been invited into her unit.I went home to my husband Keith that night horny as a feral cat. A psychologist or psychiatrist would probably find me perverted in some way, but after every new homicide, especially of a woman, I was tremendously turned on. Not by the death, but the excitement of a new chase.He knew it as soon as I came in the door. “Want to skip dinner?”“God yes. Take me to bed and fuck me! Make me scream and cum til I have nothing left.”And so it began. I am 5’5″, 125, light brown hair and eyes, 34C boobs that Keith loves and I try hard to downplay at work. He is 6′ even, 180, sandy hair and green eyes and a cock that knocks my socks off every time I see it. We had been married for eight years and he knew every button to push. I tore off my clothes and was spreadeagled on the bed, waiting for him to ravish me. My sopping creamy pussy was aching for his cock and he did not disappoint.He held me tight, kissing my neck and rubbing his dick up and down my kitty until he was covered with my essence. Then with a slight change in angle, he plunged without pause, as deep as he could go. I screamed in my first orgasm as he almost hit my cervix. I knew this would be a fast and energetic session. He wasted no time in pounding me as fast and hard as he could, his balls smacking my ass. I was quickly lost in orgasms, one following another in a continuously more rapid pace. He was panting like a race horse, I was gasping for breath, no longer able to scream. His body stiffened and strained, his cock began to pulse out his lustful torrid spunk. My body went into one last quivering orgasm as he collapsed on me and then gradually rolled off, both of us dripping from our exertion, gasping for breath, hearts hammering.After we both calmed down, he said, “So tell me about your new case. I can’t wait to hear all the nitty gritty,” as he gently played with my nipples.We had been through this many times, but it still always excited almanbahis yeni giriş both of us. I told him what I knew, which was not much at that point, but he always listened intently, offering insightful suggestions. Being a prosecutor did give him a certain advantage.We arose to shower and make dinner. I noticed a large love bite appearing on my right boob. “I told you never to do that to me!” I yelled. “Sorry Babe, I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I will be more careful in the future, but you just almost ask for it with your passion and ardor!”Dinner was simple, frozen meals and a bottle of wine. We talked more about our day and then fell in bed, exhausted and happy, sleeping like newborns. We woke up on Sunday ready for more. We had a quickie and went on to enjoy our day off, but the new case was always in the back of my mind. Monday, back to my routine work. In only a few days, our view into Ms. Weathers’s life took an interesting turn. We were able to view her stored videos and listen to her stored verbal recordings. She had led quite the interesting and unusual life. The recordings went back at least five years. So she was about thirty when the recordings started and already in a well-paid management position at her company.The videos showed she was into all kinds of sex. Everything from plain vanilla sex to bisexual action and kinky bondage, domination and sadomasochism. Depending on her partner, she had both men and women, she played submissive and dominant roles. She also had multiple partners on occasion. All these people were possible suspects and we would need to try to identify and interview as many of them as possible.Forensic techs were given the job of extracting the most identifiable facial views of all the different people in her videos and running them through the national data bases for facial recognition. Hits started to come back quickly. We paired the names with the videos and examined them closer for any possible clues. We selected four videos for a closer, first time look as suspects.In the first video we watched as Ms. Weathers entered the bedroom dressed in tight, black shiny leather thigh high boots with at least four inch heels. She also wore a bustier made of the same material, her cleavage displayed to its maximum advantage. She was holding a leash made out of chain. On the other end was a leather collar around the neck of a man crawling on his hands and knees. She had a riding crop that she was using to whip his ass and urge him along.He reached the bed where she told him to climb up like the dog that he was. “You are a dog aren’t you? You do deserve punishment don’t you?”“Yes Mistress, I’m a bad dog. I need to be punished. Whip me as you wish but please fuck my ass! I desperately need you to fuck me.”She stood on the bed behind him, whipping his ass until it turned extremely red. It was easy to hear the hiss of the crop going through the air and the smack as it hit his ass. It looked like there might have been a bit of blood drawn. He never cried, he just begged for more saying how much he deserved it.She disappeared briefly and then returned wearing a strap-on cock. She lubed the dildo and then plunged into him. His gasp was quite audible. His cock, which had shrunk significantly from the whipping, began to grow. She kept up a strong pace into him and he began to react as you would expect from sexual arousal. It did not take long before it was clear he was fully hard and not long after that you could hear, “Oh Mistress, Yes! I am going to cum!”He ejaculated on the bed, collapsed forward and turned over. He was instantly recognizable. He was Jacob Stein, a prominent Alderman representing the Ward where her company was located.“Now get out of my bed and out of my house! I am expecting your vote on the ordinance that we want to go our way. I can count on that, correct?”He jumped up and whimpered, “Yes Mistress. You know I always try to do everything I can to help you.” With that he almanbahis giriş scurried out of the picture and she was not far behind.Nothing surprised me anymore. I looked at my partner and we both said at the same time, “First suspect!”There were more than twelve separate videos of the Alderman, all of similar type. He clearly needed the whipping and the ass fucking. There was no agreement or exchange of information on each session, sometimes he just received what he needed with apparently nothing in return.They cued up the next video that was identifiable and started it. Ms. Weathers and another woman entered the bedroom, both only wearing panties, thongs actually. The room was darker than in the previous video. Both women were holding hands and turned to each other, locking in an embrace and an obviously deep, sensual kiss. Finally the embrace relaxed but the kiss continued as they both reached for each other’s nipples. Gentle caresses followed, the moaning was audible. The unknown woman carefully broke the kiss and began to slowly drop to her knees, kissing and licking as she did. Once all the way down she leisurely pulled down Weathers thong and then was swift to get her mouth on her pussy.Both women were obviously enjoying the action. Weathers eventually pulled the woman up and pulled her thong off. They fell onto the bed and rapidly arranged themselves into the classic 69 position. Weathers was on top, both had their legs spread wide. The hunger and sighing of their sexual desire came through clearly. You could see both their bodies strain and stiffen at the same time. Shortly we heard the screams of their orgasms. They then almost immediately went into a tribbing position and began moderately rubbing their pussies together. Rather rapidly their speed increased. You could see the sweat appear on their bodies from the effort. You could hear the soaked, squishing sounds their pussies were making as they rubbed together.In a matter of minutes they both came but continued the action through another series of orgasms. They stopped and moved head to head on the bed and engaged in more tender, delicate kissing and breast caressing. Finally, the unknown woman turned her head to give a very clear, full face view. “Jenn, you know I need the info on what your company is planning on the acquisition that we’re both contenting to be awarded.”“Don’t worry Sharon, I have the complete package in my case in the other room. I planned on leaving it with you as a surprise.”“You are my surprise Jenn, my world would not be complete without you! There’s nothing better than the two of us together like this. I love you so much. Maybe one day it can be public, but we both have to think of our careers and futures. It must be our secret”“You are right Sharon, but I miss this so much! My husband can never know we meet or what we do!”They had more general conversation about their lives. We suspected that everything Sharon said was a fiction.Software had identified the victim’s partner as Marie Bennett, the General Counsel of a competing company not headquartered in the city. She must travel here fairly often, accurate frequency was unknown at this point.My partner and I laughed, “Second suspect!”There were fourteen videos of Ms. Bennett and the victim. Each one analogous to this one. Always a package of some kind left for Weathers; always the very passionate lovemaking.They had one more video ready to cue up so we told them to get it going. This time she came into the bedroom with a handsome, well-dressed man. They both had drinks in their hands and proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed chatting and enjoying their drinks. They acted like old friends who were very comfortable with each other.When they finished their drinks, they both stood and calmly undressed. They kissed and hugged like long time lovers. She got on her knees to suck him, his sighing and moaning was easily heard. She was quite accomplished, she easily performed deep throat, eliciting even more sounds of pleasure.It looked like he was close to cumming when she quit and pulled him to the bed, laying down with her legs spread wide. He promptly pounced on the opening she provided and began devouring her pussy. Her reaction was quite…

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