Sherlock A XXX Parody Episode 4
Title: The Sherlock Parody: An Erotic Evening at 221B Baker Street
In the dimly lit ante-room of 221B Baker Street, the air was thick with tension and sexual frustration. The foggy London day had kept the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes indoors, pacing the floor anxiously as he awaited the arrival of his loyal companion, Dr. John Watson.
As the doorbell chimed, Sherlock darted to the door and swung it open, revealing a flushed and breathless Dr. Watson. “Ah, Watson!” Holmes exclaimed, his piercing grey eyes roaming over his friend’s trim physique. “You’re late,” he said sternly, but his gaze held a hint of something more primal.
Dr. Watson stepped inside and set down his medical bag. “Ah, you know traffic in London,” he replied with a sheepish grin. As he removed his coat, Sherlock gasped softly at the sight of Watson’s firm chest straining against his shirt.
Holmes cleared his throat. “Not now, Watson. The game is afoot.” And with that, he rushed to his chemistry table for a new experiment.
Watson shook his head and sighed, trailing his gaze over Holmes’ lean, muscular back, visible through the thin fabric of his appropriated redAnalyzer’s tunic. It clung deliciously to his supple frame, highlighting every curve of his backside.
Suddenly, Mrs. Hudson burst into the room. “Mr. Holmes, a case! The Dowager Duchess of Harlow has gone missing.” She turned to leave, but Sherlock seized her arm, pulling her close.
“Mrs. Hudson,” he breathed, his eyes smoldering with lust. “Tell me…have you ever learned how to please a man?” Mrs. Hudson gaped, her face flushing crimson as Sherlock palmed her breast. “Mr. Holmes! I’m scandalized!” She squirmed but did not pull away.
Holmes pressed against her roughly. “The only scandal is that this appealing body has been ignored far too long. Allow me to worship it as it deserves.”
Mrs. Hudson melted at his touch, pressing back eagerly. “Very well, Mr. Holmes,” she replied breathlessly. “Teach me everything.”
Holmes released her, grinning wickedly. “Ah, but I rather think you’ll be the one instructing me, Mrs. Hudson. Your beauty demands to be savored.” With that, he yanked off the rest of her clothing, revealing a bosom that could inspire outrageous passion in any man.
Meanwhile, Dr. Watson seethed with barely restrained jealousy. He relied on the lure of fresh food to coax Mrs. Hudson to the door, leaving him alone with the man he desired most in the world.
Watson advanced on Sherlock aggressively,ipping his head down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Holmes purred, reciprocating with quantity and skill as he yanked off Watson’s shirt, exposing his hairy, peculiarly manly chest.
Watson’s hand delved into Sherlock’s pants, releasing his enormous, throbbing erection. He lapped at it before sinking his mouth down, ignoring the sounds of muffled groans and the word “Mutual…mutituality!” from his companions.
Holmes, beyond caring, permitted his clothes to shred at Watson’s command. “Now, Watson! And Mrs. Hudson!” He turned to behold the open-mouthed astonishment of the intelligence officer, eyes bugging at the wondrous sight before him.
“Mr. Holmes!” she squealed in protestation as a plush insult became a prominent figure in the scene to come…
