0 comments/  12544 views/  2 favorites

Details

By: Pretty_Hate_Machine



“Open your fucking mouth.” It’s said relatively softly, because there are people all around us, and we’re not supposed to be doing this.

The reason I didn’t open my mouth immediately is because I was still trying to relearn how to swallow. Moments before he had managed to force three of his fingers down my throat. I was recovering, you see, so I had an excuse. But the excuse didn’t change how hot it made me to hear him say that.

I managed to swallow a couple of times before opening. This time four fingers were insinuating, no, that’s way too gentle of a word, shoving…the thesaurus suggests: push, heave, jostle…none of these really cover it, and generally I’d say, you get the idea, but this is details. It’s really hard to describe, I lack the words. Imagine taking a huge bite of an apple, swallowing it half way, and then trying to breathe around it, yeah, and not gag either. I also forgot to mention, that while I have little to no gag reflex, and my throat seems infinitely expandable, my jaws aren’t. So I’m trying not to gag, which goes much better when I just stop thinking about it, trying to breathe, which is barely going at all, and to top it all off my jaws ache from the sides of his hand. Oh, yeah, one more thing…I’m also wet enough to drown someone.

So, I’m dealing with all of this, and he starts talking to me. I guess I should have said somewhere in here that I love to be talked to. It’s better than sex, honestly. I mean, someone talks to me and I can replay it over and over again, like this scene I’m writing about happened a week ago, and if I close my eyes, and breathe real slow, I can remember everything, hear it in my head all over again. Let’s just say that my hand and I are good friends.

I don’t remember it word for word. I wish I did. But this is the gist of it.

“I want to see my cock down your throat. Give me your hand.” I’ll say now that I’m rather uncomfortable when men put my hands on their erections, but I wasn’t’ exactly uncomfortable, and what was in those leather pants cannot be relegated to the mere category of ‘erection’. “That’s not even really hard.” Hot DAMN!

I’m whimpering now. I wish there was a different word. Whimpering is such a helpless, dog like thing to do, and I wasn’t feeling at all dog like. I was feeling hot and sexy and voracious. Delicious.

“And then what would happen if I slapped you.”

Insert sigh here. Yes, I know, face slapping, it’s such a clichéd thing, but there area few things that with the right people will get me going instantly: having some pull my hair, not tug, pull, hard. A knife held next to my body, skin to blade, and it’s much better if it’s sharp. The taste and smell of blood, my own, or others definitely works. And being slapped across the face. Okay, continuing on.

“My big cock all the way down your throat, while you’re trying to breathe and then I slap one cheek.” His fingers are still down my throat at this point, pumping gently. “And then the other cheek. I grind my pubic bone against your nose and chin.”

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

He takes his fingers out of my throat and gives me a Boy Scout smile, as if he just won a fucking merit badge or something. It’s royally disconcerting, and hot as hell. Did I mention I’m kinky?

Later on I’m sitting on a bench, naked, chilling out, talking to friends, and I start to say, “I really like…” He walks up behind me.

“What were you saying?”

“I was just saying that I really like you.”

I forget how exactly we got to this point, what was said and so on, but here it is.

He was telling me how he was more libidinously connected to his hands than his cock. And let me say now, that while I’ve never seen his cock, this man has great hands. I smiled sweetly, all the while thinking, I want him to fist me, so badly I can taste it.

He smiles down at me and says, “I like that look on your face, the one that says, ‘I’d love to have your hand inside of me’”

Goodness, I must be like and open book. But there, details.

Details



The taxi pull up to the curb and the lowly travel steps out exhausted for the grueling meeting the took him so far away. He walks up the driveway and enters the house. He hears someone in the kitchen… it must be her. Silently he places is suitcases down and out of the way and walks towards the kitchen. As he nears the entrance he spies her at the counter in front of the sink. Standing in the doorway he watches her prepare the evening meal completely unaware that he returned early. She starts cutting up some carrots from a bowl of garden vegetables. Having been away for so long he watches silently eyeing her up and down. She has never looked so good he thinks to himself. Her breasts are soft and supple through her shirt. The tight jeans she always wears are a delight to see her in. His breathing starts to get heavy and he starts to get hot… he loosens his tie and unbuttons the top two buttons from his shirt. 

Done with the carrots she reaches over and grabs some lettuce and starts cleaning it. He notices the her shirt is opened slightly exposing the flesh of part of her breasts. She drops a spoon on the floor and bends down to pick it up giving him full view of her tight round ass. Getting excited watching her he walks up behind her quietly so she doesn't know he's there. As she goes back to cleaning the lettuce he slowly moves his hands to her waist. He gradually moves his hands in-between her legs rubbing her pussy lightly through her jeans. Gasps when she feels hands on her and attempts to turns around but the closeness of the body behind her and the counter keeps her from turning.

He moves his hands slowly up her body smelling her hair as he cups her breasts. She breaths in deep and closes her eyes whispering a protest not knowing who is touching her. He gets even more excited hearing her protests and starts to undo the buttons on her blouse. He starts kissing her gently on the back of her neck. She tries to move his hands from her blouse. 

After her blouse has two buttons undone he stops and moves his hands back down to her pants and unbuttons that button. Sighing with gradual sensations flowing through her she say "No don't please stop." He smiles and unzips her jeans then moves his hands over her panties rubbing her pussy slowly. He starts sucking on her ear whispering "Your mouth says no but your body says more." Then he slides one hand under her panties moving his other hand up around her neck. Slides his hand around her neck down between her breasts and pops off her buttons one by one. Rubs the outside of her pussy slowly before rubbing the area around her clitoris. Moaning she says "No please not there stop it please." He grabs one of her breasts and starts messaging it roughly saying "Mph your wetness only excites me more."

She can feel his ever growing bulge up against her ass as he moves two of his fingers into her slowly. Crying out she says "Oh no please take them out." Beginning to move his fingers slowly in and out of her hole he asks "Take them out of where?" She grabs onto the counter and says loudly "No please don't make me say it just take them out." Moving his fingers in deeper and in and out faster he says "But if you don't tell me how am I to know where to take them out?" He takes his other hand away from messaging her breast and undoes his shirt, ripping off the buttons wildly.

Then he turns her around with a jerking force and continues pumping his fingers in and out of her as he sticks his tongue in her opened mouth. Attempts to cry out but is muffled by his tongue in her mouth, closes her eyes as their tongue move about and around between their parted lips. Tells the she is getting more and more excited though she still protests as she continues to pleasure her pussy rubbing her clitoris and moving his fingers in and out of her wildly.

Getting excited himself he pulls his fingers out of her all the way and she opens her eyes looking slightly disoriented. He grabs her wrist and pulls her to a chair… ripping off her closes before using his tie he loosened earlier to tie her to the chair. She moans as asks "What are you going to do now." He smiles as she watches him take off his shirt and undoes his pants to allow him more comfort. He says simply "Now the real fun begins." And he kneels before her and spreads her legs. She closes her eyes and says "No, no more please." He smiles as he puts his fingers back in her while he teases her red bulging nipples with his tongue. She moans saying "Ahh n.. no please." Ignoring her he starts licking and sucking on her breast while he continues to move his fingers in and out of her. 

His hand getting tired he stops sucking on her breast and moves his face down to look at her luscious, inviting, dipping pussy. His hot breath excites her slightly more and she moans loudly as he begins flicking her clitoris with his tongue. She bites her lower lip trying not to moan. His hands move up and start messaging her breasts as he continues licking her hot pussy, occasionally sucking on her clitoris. Moans loudly "Oh, oh please no stop please oh mm ahh." He sticks his tongue deep within her, rubbing his nose against her clitoris while flicking his tongue in and out of her. She tilts her head back closes her eyes and says loudly "Oh god no please."

About ready to burst he pulls away from her and starts to take off his pants. She opens her eyes and looks at his long, hard, erect penis. Realizing what is next she says "Oh no please not that please no not that." He smiles as he runs his penis around her pussy, it gradually getting even harder. He slowly inserts his cock into her deep dark cavern sucking on his lips from the absolute tightness squeezing his member. She squeezes her muscles and screams "OH PLEASE PULL IT OUT NO PULL IT OUT!" He starts pulling it out slowly the pushes back in asking her "Pull it out of where." She squeezes her eyes shut screaming "NO PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT." He smiles at her screams and pushes him in even farther moaning "Mph your pussy is so tight around my cock I don't think I can pull it out." Starts moving in and out of her gradually getting deeper and pumping faster. She screams "AHH, AHH NO PLEASE…" He stick his tongue in her mouth, cutting off the rest of what she was going to say. Grabs her legs and spreads them open more allowing him to thrust even deeper and harder into her. 

With every push she lets out a loud moan exciting him even more. Knowing that she is now succumbing to his thrusts he slows down. She opens her eyes her cheeks hot from the feelings coursing through her. She look at him with a look of desire, of a wanting need. He pulls out of her but keeps his cock mere inches from her soaked hole. She pleads with him "Oh please give me more. Please don't stop." He smiles and inserts himself back into her thrusting faster and harder, banging his balls into her. She screams "OHH, OHH YESS YEESS PLEASE FUCK ME MORE." He obliges and pumps even faster loving to hear her screams. He says "I knew you wanted it. Now take it all and call me master." She obeys him screaming "OHH, OHH, OHH YES MASTER, MASTER MAKE ME COME, MAKE ME COME MASTER." Slamming into her as hard and as fast as he can she screams in ecstasy. Explodes with excitement and blows a load of come in her as she screams in her climax. They both breath deep and smile. 



Details



Details, huh?

You want details?

Details of all the daydreams, fantasies, and nasty, naughty thoughts I've had about you?

Oh goodness, where to start?  ...the one when I surprise you late in your office? ...or when we're in a crowded bar and cannot control ourselves? ...or when we're on a tropical island...surrounded by sun, sand, and sea? ...or when were in a simple hotel room? ...or when we have other playthings...?

You like the office one? Ok then...

I'm feeling a little guilty. Not about what I want to happen. No, it's because as part of my plan I had to pilfer your security badge last night. That added to your stressful day, you poor guy. But I do know I'll make it up to you. Oh will I ever....

You're planning on working late, I know, partly due to my encouragement and a fib that I had plans with a friend. Well, maybe not a real fib, because I DO have plans – with you. 

I walk casually past the security guards. They don't ask for an ID – just nod, smile, and stare at my legs, enhanced by the insanely high heels I'm wearing. For you. I know how you like them.

I make my way up to your office – the security card coming in quite handy. I hear activity in the distance, but nothing significant. Nobody we'll have to think about. Perfect.

I knock as I open the door, finding you deeply engrossed in something in your computer screen. It must be work – the security at your office doesn't allow you to go to any interesting websites. I tell you to save what you're doing – I'd hate to have you lose any of your hard work because of me. And you won't be looking at your computer for a while if I have anything to do with it

You rise to remove my coat for me – but I tell you to sit. I take it myself and hang it on the back of your door. Slowly. Giving you a chance to admire the black silk dress I wore for you, the seamed stockings I wore for you, and, of course, the heels. For you. 

You have music on, as you always do. And it's always great. The song on now...'Perfect', I say.

'For what?' you ask.

'For this,' I say, moving toward your chair. 'I thought after the day you've had, a lap dance would be just what you needed'

I start moving to the music, dancing for you, my hips connected to the melody. My eyes connected to yours. As I move closer, I notice I'm starting to have an effect on you. A slim strap slips off my shoulder as I move closer. Your eyes start following my hands as they roam my body. On my hips, feeling the lace of the garter belt through my thin dress. Over my breasts – where you can start to clearly see I'm not wearing a bra. I'm thinking about your touch as I caress them, pinching my nipples a bit. 

You reach for them – but no – that is against the rules. I can touch you, but your hands stay put. At least for now. 

So I start touching you. Gently kiss you on the cheek as my breasts grace your chest, feeling the chilly smoothness of your tie tease my nipples. Brush my lips across yours, teasing you. Run my hands down your chest, toward your hips. But not further. Yet.

I turn around, my hands all over my hips, my ass. Hiking the skirt up just a bit. Just enough so you can see the top of my stockings, and maybe the garters. I know you want to touch me. And you will. Oh, you will.

My other strap has slipped now, and I've practically lost the top of my dress entirely. I want you touch me, but that'll have to wait.

Well, maybe not.

I grasp your tie and pull you toward me. Our lips meet in the longest, strongest, most sensual kiss I've ever felt in my life. And it feels like it goes on forever. When we do break the kiss, if only to take a breath, I move down your chest, but this time I don't stop at your hips. I can't.

I loosen your belt, undo your trousers. They do look SO good on you, but I can only think about what is under them right now. You shift your hips so I can pull them down, along with your boxers. I leave them at your ankles – you won't be moving anywhere for a while.

As I drop to my knees in front of you, every sensation is heightened – my breasts on your thighs, your hands on my shoulders, my kisses along your hips

I move toward your gorgeous cock. I just can't wait anymore. I kiss near the base of your throbbing cock, feeling the heat. My tongue starts working up your shaft, savoring every inch of you. Then I reach your head. It slips past my lips. You feel my tongue dancing all over it, around the ridge. I continue this for a while – licking your length, finding all the places to touch you that make you shake, twirling my tongue on your head. Then, I start to take you in deeper. In. Out. In. Out. My hand grasps your shaft as you tell me to hold on tighter.  My other hand reaches lower, holding your balls, caressing in time with your thrusts in my mouth. 

Your breathing grows shorter. Your moans grow louder. Then I feel it. You explode in me, filling the back of my throat. I do my very best to swallow every drop, but inevitably, some of your come lands on my breasts. You wipe it with your finger, then bring your hand to my mouth. Your fingertips on my lips almost make me come on the spot.

You pull me off my knees and help me stand. Your hands move up my legs, past the tops of my stockings, feeling the lace of the garter belt. Your fingers roam, and you're pleasantly surprised that the garter belt is the only undergarment I've burdened myself with this evening. They linger on me, appreciating my recent Brazilian wax, and just how wet I am for you. 

You stand, kick off your shoes, and completely remove your trousers. Now you'll be moving around. You lift me onto your desk, facing you. You pull my dress up to my waist. Then sit back down in your chair. Your lips find all the right places on my legs as you roll the chair closer to me. Kissing at the top of my stockings, your tongue running along the garter straps, you are making me even wetter.

I feel your breath on me. Your fingers spread my lips as I start shaking.

'Sssshhhhh,' you say. 'Just breathe. Slowly.'

I can barely breathe at all, but I do as you say. Your fingers, your lips, your tongue, begin a dance on me, in me, that sends me completely into orbit. I don't know if I'm having a thousand orgasms, or one that is lasting for days. I am on a completely different plane.

I have no idea how much time passes before you stand to kiss me. I can taste myself on you – and I like it. I'm still having tremors coursing through me. You have set my pussy absolutely on fire. Before I can start to cool down, I feel your cock head rubbing on my clit. I'm so ready for you.

Our eyes lock, and you thrust into me. You kiss my breasts as I wrap my legs around you, pulling you in deeper. You pinch my nipples, the way you know I like it: hurting me just enough to thrill me. 

I don't know how long we go at it like that, before you suddenly withdraw and pull me to my feet. You completely remove my dress and I help you remove your tie, then your shirt, then your undershirt that is tight in all the right places. 

'Let's go to the window,' you say. I kiss you with my consent.

As we near the window, you turn me to face it, pressing me up against it. The pane is cold and sends shivers through me. 

'You like that, don't you,' you say

'Yes.'

'That anyone who happens to look up here can see you?' as you start to finger me from behind.

'Yes.'

'That they can see your tits and your dripping, hot pussy?' I love it when you talk like that.

'Yes!' as I grind on your hand, you thumb playing with my clit.

'Do you want them to see anything else?'

'Yes!'

'Do you want them to see me fuck you?'

'YES!!'

At this, you pull me back a bit and quickly enter me from behind. I'm bent over and holding on to the windowsill for dear life, returning your every thrust with my own. I feel your hands on my ass, and I'm hoping.

'Please do it' I think to myself. Then you do. 

One finger you trace up and down the cleft of my ass, teasing me, then finally stopping at its wanton destination. You insert it slowly, sending me completely over the edge. 

I shake, I scream. You thrust, you moan. 

I feel you come inside me.

We collapse into a heap on the floor, completely spent, gently kissing, touching as we recover our bodies and our senses.

We slowly dress, then leave the building, waving good night to the security guards.

Still not fully recovered, you suggest we go somewhere for a bottle of wine. In the bar, we find a table set back from most of the action. 

But wait. That is another story... 



Details... A Seduction



He cut the rose at the base of the stem – a single red bud, not yet open, its intoxicating fragrance trapped inside tightly closed velvety petals. It was no less than 3 feet long, and he carefully removed the thorns, leaving only delicate green leaves to grace the regal presentation.

He brought it in and placed it next to her keyboard.

It was the smallest of details, a simple romantic gesture – and it seduced her spirit.

She bathed in the calming essence of lavender, washed her long hair in the hot water – used a new blade to shave her legs. Poured conditioner into her palm, smoothed it over the mound and plush folds between her thighs, and carefully stroked the razor across bare flesh. Completely shaven.

She stood in front of the mirror – drew the brush through tangled strands of hair, using a blow dryer until dark sable and cherry strands fell in shiny disarray to her shoulders. She pulled the long, loose bangs back with a clip – he liked to see her face.

He selected the visual entertainment, fully aware that his choice would imprint her subconscious mind and affect her senses.

She heard music in her head – erotic instrumentals, alluring poetry fancied into soulful melodies – and she wanted to dance with him.

The perfume, reminiscent of an absolute obsession – she tipped the bottle onto her fingertip and left hints of fragrance on wrists, behind her neck, in the deep center of cleavage. She applied red lipstick but no other makeup – her skin creamy and soft.

Looking in the closet. Consider the billowy indigo blue gown, the black and red snakeskin print satin camisole set… silk, satin, nylon… sexy lingerie worn to tempt and thrill. White cotton Victorian style gowns – lace trim and ruffles, unadulterated romance. She touched and looked at her options… and in one second, in the corner of her eye was a familiar tiny rose print on soft white cotton. She turned, taking the hanger from the rack, and smiled. This was his favorite gown – she couldn’t remember when she last wore it. This was her attire for the evening.

Purely sentimental. It was a short-sleeved nightshirt, with only two buttons left – and those wouldn’t stay closed. Her breasts, round and full, peeked through the open front – and it fell loosely to her knees. Washed many times over the years, the cotton worn thin – he loved to caress her through the material.

She pulled on violet satin thongs, covering just the bare minimum. A little sexy...

And then two strands of pearls. One with an amethyst pendant – a deep purple pear shaped stone surrounded by glittering rhinestones at her throat.

He especially liked the pearls.

The little things intrigued him and she was excellent at captivating him with those finer points. But it was his incredible ability to fascinate her with his own finite attention to detail that arrested her imagination and incarcerated her soul.

He noticed the gown right off – and she slipped wildly for a second into his fiery abyss – an invisible net entangling her strength, draining her power. She looked away from his eyes, taking a long, deep breath to regain composure. The pearls weren’t unnoticed, either – he curved one finger into one of the strands to twist it in an unspoken acknowledgement of her plea, the intensity of his promise conveyed in the warmth of his breath on her mouth. 

When she pressed against him, her breasts swelled invitingly – exquisite pale orbs that glowed golden in candlelight. He cupped them in both palms at once, eyes closed – savoring the moment as if it were the first time he touched her – she moaned, wanting more. His whispers seared her fantasies, lighting embers into uncontrolled flames – and she fell farther under his spell. Her eyes shut in absolute darkness, she reached out and wrapped her fingers impulsively around his cock – bulging in erection underneath his pants. She sighed in final surrender.

“Come fuck me,” she managed in a small whisper. He pinched one of her nipples in reply, and she gasped, arching up against his hands.

She no longer heard the music – only his voice. He held her captive – his touch like hot ice as he traced the curves of her body. His words encompassed all her thoughts in a thrilling imagery that surpassed all boundaries of sensuality. Her body reacted spontaneously, heart racing in sexual anticipation, every muscle alive, blood pulsing to the forefront, and she wanted him.

Experience his fantasy, embrace the unknown as he explored, enjoyed, and enchanted her with his persuasive talents. It was a complex dance, but his astuteness and guidance in the intricacies of such intimate choreography made him an irresistible partner. She was mesmerized.

It was the smallest of details that mattered. His hand placed on her ass at just the right moment. His breath on her neck so hot she can’t breathe, and revived with his kiss. Sucking her nipple until the incredible sensation of nectar flowing through tiny pores into his mouth left her gasping. His finger tracing the wet slit hiding the treasure inside her – and when she spirals upward, he moves slightly away, never quite penetrating the lush lips.

His patience and control wrought her screams of desperate agony, wanting more – lusting for his cock, the intensity of their flesh blending – a passionate casting limited to a final masterpiece.

She appreciated his artisan qualities. His possession of working shadows and highlights until they gave way to a rainbow bursting with color – and she lay in the dreams of ecstasy, wanting more.

Always wanting more. More details… forever, never-ending.



Details of the First Time



I have known for years of my curiousity. Never taken it further than fantasies quick glances in the gym locker room, trolling the net, like most of you reading this. The confession to a long time friend was hard, she was supportive as expected and even said she suspected it but never said how or why.

Along came Evan on the website. Not shy he offered his "services" to me but I was not ready. I loved the passionate back and forth about sex, it made me excited, but being the typical MWM I did not go further than fantasies...until I could take no more.

I offered to meet at a mall outside Boston, no one would know me there so no worries about being discovered. "I will be wearing a green t-shirt, white baseball hat, sweats pulled up to just below my knees, and the hemp anklet". The anklet was the identifying mark of course for him to look for. I found a bench at the pre- arranged time, slipped off my sneakers to show off the anklet to him more clearly. He found me in a few minutes and my heart started racing.

A few moments of small talk and I could stand no more. "The motel room is already paid for" I told him, "ride with me". He agreed quickly, knowing what was ahead for him.

Arriving at the room 5 minutes later, I licked off my shoes as I closed the door behind me. Evan turned around to face me and I removed my shirt, my sweats already starting to show off my excitement I removed his shirt and rubbed against him, my hard cock at attention and in need of attention. I pulled off my sweats, now naked my only words were "I am yours for the afternoon, have your way with me". Evan smiled, said "on the bed with you", slapping my ass as I walked past him, I lay on my back, my arms falling above my head. 

Removing his pants as he appraoched he joined me, straddling my body, his hard cock brushing across my face, my tongue reached for his balls, hanging in front of my face, I licked them, kissed them and sucked feverishly, he kept his cock just beyond my reach, teasing me. As my mouth devoured his balls he tied my hands together with my sweats, thgen tied them to the bed post. I was at his mercy. 

He offered his hard cock slowly, teasing me with the precum on my tongue before finally sliding it into my warm wet mouth. He moaned as my lips wrapped around him, pumping into my mouth, I could feel him swell as my tongue worked him into a fit of passionate sex. He pulled out and turned so he could suck my raging cock as he pumped back in my mouth, a wonderful 69 with 2 cocks wanting to release. I moaned as his fingers slid into my ass, opening me for what was to come soon. I pumped into his mouth and could take it no more, my cock exploded into his mouth. He turned and smiled, pulling out of my mouth, positioning himself to take my virgin ass. As he slid his cock in I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me as he split me with his cock, the pain subsided as he filled me, fucking me like the slut that I had become.

My cock was still hard even after cumming in him and he stroked me as his cock swelled inside me, pumping harder and harder, he suddenly filled my ass with cum and fell out of me onto the bed, covered in sweat and cum. the door A shower for him as I remained tied to the bed, I heard a knock on the door. "Room service for Evan", the sound of what sounded like 2 college aged young men. From the shower I heard, "I left the door unlocked,your tips are on the bed"...

Wonderfully muscular, the waiters smile as they removes each others' clothes and closes the door behind them. Cocks grows as they nears the bed, Evan comes out of the shower, drops the towel showing his hard cock. The waiters kiss and fondle each other, I get hard and want them, they smile and they approach me, Evan interrupts, "his mouth belongs to me first boys, when I am done, he he all yours, you have the rest of him to share for now". Evan's cock is pushed past my wet lips, a mouth devours my balls and slides to my cock as a hard cock is thrust into my ass. What follows is an afternoon of lust and submission for you to imagine.....



Detained



I had turned into somewhat of a zombie over the last few months , working constantly and moving more product than I had in years , not that I needed the money or the rush of a constant danger of rivals or being caught by the feds.

I had done it for the distraction, to keep myself busy and from being alone with my gorgeous, brunette banker.

It was a pathetic attempt I knew that, just like I knew that Rachael would not abide by my decision to end our affair so abruptly.

We had easily slipped back into business mode of strictly laundering money, which consisted of late night money counts and seeing one another at occasional social functions. 

But underneath the inane conversation and false put ons , I knew she was waiting patiently for just the right moment to try and explain why she had married the district attorney , the only person in town I didn't have in my pocket , that I couldn't control by either money or fear .

So I had worked and avoided being completely alone with her , someone was always with me lately whether it was , my best friend and business partner Becca , or my ever present bodyguard Buzz or another bodyguard , none of them knowing they were just a buffer for the thick , still growing sexual tension between myself and the banker .

Tonight would be a different story, Becca my faithful best friend had blown me off for dinner with a new beau, Buzz had the night off, because he had been working security for me five days straight and needed the rest, and any of the other bikers that I hired as security would have stood out at the Chatham Country Club like a hooker in church.

Seasoned felons mingling among Savannah's social elite was laughable but also to me it seemed hypocritical , because over half the well dressed, wealthy people in the exclusive members only club were just a few acts shy of that same felony status, including me .

So there I sat nursing my third vodka tonic and praying for a catastrophe so I could blow off the mandatory monthly family dinner. 

I sat listening as my mother and my new sister droned on and on about a shopping spree in Atlanta they had just recently took.

My father and brother were deep into their own conversation about major league baseball as I signaled the server for another drink; my mother grabbed my forearm as if she had some sixth sense.

"Really dear, another ...you haven't even eaten dinner yet?" she pointed out in her best loving, yet condescending motherly voice.

"Glass houses mother." I simply said, as I waved my now empty glass at the server walking my way.

"I'll be right back." I mumbled as I stood to go to the restroom.

As I walked toward the bathroom, I noticed Rachael Harris as she sat down with her father the Senator, who was all smiles and handshakes and her new husband, the district attorney.

"Wonderful." I groaned to myself as I walked into the ladies' lounge, past the antique chaise lounges and vanities to the black marble sink just on the other side of the wall.

I stood, staring in the mirror at the dysfunction my family could create and wondered why we even attempted to be a normal family.

I didn't hear Rachael come into the room and I closed my eyes as she appeared in the mirror behind me I had drank too much , too fast and my mind was beginning to spin.

"Are you ok, Jordan?" she asked, her tone soft and genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine I just needed a break from them." I mumbled.

My eyes locked on hers; she looked stunning in the white pantsuit she wore. 

Her shoulder length brunette hair was loose and wild and I could tell by how she was looking at me that I was about to be knee deep in a situation with her.

"I miss you." ... it has been months and I am trying to respect your choice. "She said softly as she stepped toward me.

I could feel my pulse immediately quicken, and I suddenly could not concentrate.



I turned around , which I quickly realized was a mistake , it put us face to face giving her a full view of the little black dress I was wearing.

"I miss fucking you." she whispered her eyes roaming my body, as she slipped both of her hands slowly up my arms, her fingers teasing my skin.

"We can't do this ...not anymore." I said quietly looking away from those hypnotic green eyes.

" Your avoiding being alone with me.......... , so don't tell me you don't miss this ." she said leaning fully into me , pushing me back against the marble counter top , making our bodies mold together perfectly , like we were meant to be doing this . 

Familiar hands drifted lazily from my hips up my sides to cup my breasts through the thin , soft material of the barely there dress I had chosen, her soft lips pulled me into a slow lingering kiss , her body pushed into mine deliciously and I was lost .

Lost in the feel of her perfect lips and teasing tongue, lost in the feel of her thigh between my legs, my hands moved instinctually, sliding the dress up as we began to move against one another.

I didn't hear the entrance door to the lounge open because I was so lost in the moment , when she suddenly pulled back from me with a lecherous grin I was angry , not at her but at myself for being so weak and letting her prove her point.

Whoever had come in had gone directly into one of the stalls, and we stood there side by side in the mirror trying to compose ourselves.

Our skin flush, our breathing was labored; it would not be hard for anyone to figure out what we had just been doing. 

The Chatham country club was a gossip mill and as I saw Marjorie Brown the Mayor's wife and current president of the gossiping hens committee, come around the corner smiling I figured we were busted.

I stood quietly washing my hands until she spoke, then I faked my way through polite conversation and moved away from her and Rachael.

I was so angry; I basically toned them out as I checked my look in the mirror waiting for the nosy woman to leave.

When she finally did, I turned on Rachael quickly only to find that lecherous grin again and playful eyes.

"We will not be doing this anymore!" I growled, furious at how she could affect me.

"Why not?" she asked, not backing down.

"I chose to stop our affair because it was the smart thing to do." I said firmly. .

"You mean safe thing to do, because I got married!" she snapped back, closing the distance between us.

"Both!" I said flatly.

"We had just gotten started Jordan, and I liked where we were headed, and I miss the intensity you bring out in me, I miss touching you and tasting you." her voice softening along with her body language " and you do too ." she said .

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't, but we just can't." I moved toward the exit door only to be stopped by her hand on my forearm.

"You hiding behind work and that posse of people you try to put between us won't make me back off, neither will me being married." she grinned before she kissed me softly on the lips.

When she pulled back from me, I did not speak.

I just stood there taking in the threat, knowing I would not be able to resist the tempting woman, she left me standing there, still angry, and completely turned on.

There would be no family dinner tonight, I needed to get out of this place, out of this dress and into a better frame of mind.

I left the ladies lounge and made my way to the bar, and asked the bartender for the house phone.





As I dialed my brothers cell phone and waited as it rang, the smile I got from the redhead standing next to me only pushed that little monster inside me, that had been awoken by Rachael ,

I gave her a soft smile back and turned away from her as my brother answered.

As I hung up and waited for my loyal big brother to make an excuse for me to suddenly, have to leave, and to bring me my cell phone the redhead smiled at me again.

"I was going to ask to buy you a drink, but it sounds like you're leaving "she said, with just the right amount of disappointment in her voice.

My little monster was salivating , thick , short auburn hair , gorgeous fair skin , piercing blue eyes and luscious kissable lips , she would be a perfect momentary distraction from my beautiful tempting banker .

"Take her up on the drink, then take her home!" my little monster yelled at me.

"Some other time maybe." I drawled as I saw Jason walking toward us.

"Looking forward to it." she winked.

That made me pause slightly but not enough to make me pursue her.

I took my cell phone and gave Jason a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for covering for me and

I was out of the country club in a flash and waiting for the valet to bring my car around. 

As the handsome barely out of high school boy pulled my Porsche up, I heard someone walking up behind me and turned to come face to face again with the intriguing redhead from the bar.

"Now that's a sexy car, very fitting for its driver." she teased, her eyes scanning the car, then me.

Despite my little monster shouting at me to take her for a ride, I took a minute to take in the tempting redhead. 

I stepped back from her and from head to toe I took her in , very full ,kissable lips behind a playful smile, and a gorgeous body, but it was the classic black suit hiding that gorgeous body and the slight bulge of a gun at her hip that quickly shut my little monster up.

I had gotten a good look at her, and just my luck this gorgeous possible distraction was a fucking cop.

I frowned just a bit and moved away from her toward the driver side of my car.

"I'd ask to take you for a ride but, it's probably against some stuffy federal protocol." I half joked as I opened the car door and climbed inside.

The redhead leaned down into the window as I closed the door, her demeanor suddenly quite different.

"Agent Emilee Welsh ...FBI and yes it would be against protocol." she said quite bluntly, her tone authoritative and firm.

Gone was the flirty, friendly redhead and she had been quickly replaced by a cop with an agenda. I started the car, revved the engine and ignored the shiny gold badge she was flashing at me, she was not the first federal agent I had dealt with, and most likely not the last.

"Emilee... your name means rival, how interesting." I said grinning at her.

This only seemed to infuriate her; she stepped back and opened her jacket to reveal her service weapon.

"Miss Keller, I have some questions for you so please if you would turn off you car, secure your vehicle and accompany me to the sheriffs office we will be done in no time." she demanded, a harsher tone of authority in her voice this time.

"Am I under arrest?" I asked, as I slipped the car into first gear.

" No I just have a few questions ." she said still waiting for me to get out of the car and clearly becoming more agitated at me by the minute, obviously she was not used to being ignored .

"I'll make this simple for you Emilee, no warrant, no questions." I offered honestly.

The redhead agent just smiled at me as she pondered her options.

"Well then it looks like you and I are going to do this the old fashioned way, I do love a good challenge." she said confidently as she pulled out her cell.

"Good luck with that warrant." I teased.

"I'll see you soon." she threatened as I pulled away from her leaving her standing in the parking lot.

My mind instantly went into cover mode , I didn't even know what she wanted to question me about but it didn't matter , anything I did would put me in prison for quite a long time .

My first call was to Bryce Williams, the Chatham County Sheriff, my longtime friend and occasional lover. 

I had been caught off guard and was curious as to why he had not told me there was a fed looking for me. I had paid quite a lot of money to put him in public office and planned to keep him there, and watching my back had been part of the deal.

Bryce was unavailable but I knew he would call as soon as he could; my second call was to Becca, interrupting her after dinner romp with her latest conquest, which probably pissed her off more than a federal agent sniffing around us.

I canceled my meeting, which put my latest shipment of stolen cars headed to the Caribbean on hold, and went straight to my dance club in the warehouse district.

It was just after nine and the club was just coming to life, the dance floor was filled, and the private strip club upstairs would be packed I was sure.

I went straight to my office, straight to my desk, pulling out my silver cigarette case I lit a joint and took a much-needed long drag. 

Within minutes, my prepaid cell phone rang and I knew it would be Bryce, and like usual he would apologize about having to do his civic duty.

A double murder would kept him busy most of the night so I told him about Emilee Welsh , he'd had no clue because she had not checked in with him as per protocol.

Bryce could always calm me, just by simply listening and reassuring me, by morning I would have every bit of information on the intriguing federal agent and would know exactly who I was dealing with.

After the call I settled back in my comfortable desk chair and pondered my evening , I would get shit from my mother for bailing on dinner , shit from Becca about agent Welsh , Rachael would still be a looming dangerous distraction , and somewhere in between I would have to reroute shipments of drugs and stolen cars.

By the time, I finished the joint, any worries I had drifted away and my mind focused on the brunette banker and the aching need I had for her.

Suddenly bouncing out of town seemed like a good idea, but that would not solve anything and I had never run before when things began to crumble a bit, this time would be no different.

As I climbed into my Porsche around two am, I was well aware of the black Chrysler 300 that pulled out behind me and followed me out of downtown Savannah to my house on Tybee Island, the seemingly diligent agent was on the job and, I dared the next day to come as I crawled into bed, my thoughts a mix of my brunette banker and the redhead agent.

Morning brought with it a five mile run on the beach as the sun came up over the Atlantic, a clear head, and a sheriff's deputy delivering a rather thick package from Bryce.

With a bottle of water in hand, I sat upon the island in the middle of my kitchen and pulled the papers out, on top was a hand written note from Bryce.

"Anything you need, just say so.....B" 

Bryce could always make me smile even In the worst situations as I began to flip through the pages that would reveal agent Welsh to me , the more I read and absorbed the fuller picture I got of my new challenge .

From elementary school to this very moment Emilee Welsh was the epitome of a good girl, a character trait that definitely peaked my curiosity.

Accommodations after awards after accommodations painted a clear picture of a very by the rules woman intent on achievement.

Agent Welsh's career with the FBI had been stellar to be so young in it, she had only been a special agent for five years, before that she had been a decorated officer for the Miami police department, at thirty-five she was well on her way to a legendary career enforcement.



I believed that everyone had a price or a weakness and getting to the root of the beautiful agent's would be quite a feat, and by the time this was over, we would be either friends or mortal enemies and either way I was ready for the ride.

A plan was forming despite my not knowing what the intriguing agent wanted to question me about, but I did know that we could possibly help one another, getting her to consider my offer would be the hard part.

I had a problem I needed taken care of and agent Welsh had the means to give me that , but would she cross that line , make that choice to help one criminal to take down another?

I already had a plan in order for a rival drug dealer, but agent Welsh seemed like a better avenue to take in the matter.

I slid off the island in my kitchen , still reading about the gorgeous redhead and headed upstairs to my office , I needed to make a few phone calls and decide the best strategy for getting what I needed out of this current situation .

Juan Carlos Vega was a problem for me and many of my business associates and if I could make him disappear, by way of the federal government with the help of special agent Welsh I would not have to plan the alibis and eventual hit on a true rival and keep my hands clean in the process.

"Will she play ball? " I asked myself about the stoic redhead, would she come over to my side of the fence?

I spent the rest of my day holed up in my home office, rerouting deliveries and pick ups, and studying my new interest and her seemingly untarnished law enforcement career, you didn't get such high profile drug busts without making a few deals along the way, and her career on paper didn't show it but her weakness began to peek through.

Advancement and achievement were the things that seemed to drive her, they seemed to be the only thing that stood out as a possible weakness for Emilee Welsh and I planned to take advantage of just those traits.



Agent Welsh had been within eyesight the minute I pulled out of my driveway in the late afternoon and headed to the port, she was also there in the ominous black Chrysler as I sat on a bench in Forsythe Park with Becca discussing how to deal with the coming days and looming problem of the intriguing fed, while having a very late lunch of barbeque pulled pork sandwiches and sweet tea.

I had no intention of telling becca my plan; the less she knew the better and I wanted to keep it that way. It was not how becca and I operated but in some cases, her not knowing anything would keep her safe and sound.

When I'd eventually had a sandwich and sweet tea delivered to her in her car, she promptly got out and threw the lunch in the trash with a cocky grin before climbing back into her car.

When I went to my accountants office later in the evening , she was there waiting the entire two hours it took me to finish the meeting , when I went back to the port, she was there watching, waiting for just the right moment.

And she was there waiting patiently again when I walked out of my lawyers office as the sun began to set and evening was creeping in on us , standing right on main street next to my car looking fierce in her classic dark suit.

"You should have tried the sandwich; it's the best barbeque pork in the world." I said stepping to her smiling.

"Maybe, on my way out of town after you answer some questions." she said sarcastically, her eyes searching mine, gauging me.

"Did you get that warrant yet?" I asked, really more like taunted.

"Working on it, I just thought I'd give you another opportunity to do your civic duty." she grinned. .

"I've never really been civic minded." I shot back, enjoying our banter.

"I'm beginning to see that." she deadpanned, her eyes never left mine, she was clearly enjoying the challenge I offered her.



"I'm on my way home, and then I'm having dinner at my brothers restaurant, are you going to follow me all night?" I asked stepping back from her.

"Yes, until you answer my questions or I get that warrant whichever comes first." she said pausing ..." I haven't had to work a case this hard in a long time, you're quite a challenge." She added.

I smirked at her and turned toward my car but not before turning back around, facing her and smiling.

"Before you know it, I'll be under your skin and all you can think about." I teased as I climbed into my car.

I waved at her as I sped by headed home, happy with our latest round.

Curious as to how far the agent would go to get what she wanted, because I knew how far I would go to get what I needed.

The agent didn't disappoint , she was there following me ever so diligently and watching again , while I went home to shower , probably watching as I walked around my beach house in the nude through the large paned glass windows that covered the front and rear of the house.




Detained & Defiled



Holly and Jill Baker boarded the airplane for their long-awaited vacation to South America. John, Holly's husband was to accompany them but a last minute emergency at his business prevented him from taking the trip. Holly had decided to stay home with her husband but he insisted that they enjoy the two week vacation and tell him all about it when they got home. Mother and daughter kissed John goodbye and flew safely to their destination. A friendly taxi driver took the two beautiful blond women to their plush hotel and pointed out all of the sights along the way. Jill asked the driver, "Where is a good place to go at night for music and dancing?"

Her blue-eyes lit up with excitement when the driver replied, "There are many places but I recommend, Carla's Cave, young and old, tourist and natives, all go there to have a good time." They payed and tipped the taxi driver, checked in, and the doorman gave their luggage to a bellman who carried their bags to their suite. Jill blurted out, "This place is awesome! Wow! We have two huge bedrooms, a kitchen, a large living room, and look at this balcony overlooking the swimming pool. Don't you just love it?"

Holly answered her daughter, "Yes dear, it is indeed impressive, this place is lovely, it's a great way to start our vacation. I bet you want to try the pool out, don't you?"

"Oh yes mom, let's change and go now, Please!"

"Why not? It does look inviting but we can't get too much sun the first day so let's go swimming for only a couple of hours." The 37 year old mother and her 18 year old daughter drew stares as they wiggled to the pool in their bikinis. The 5'6" mom wore a blue bikini that displayed her 34C breasts. The 5'4" daughter wore a pink string bikini that left little to the imagination. Her 32B perky breast were barely covered and the drooling mouths and ogling eyes caused her pink nipples to stiffen. All of the attention was arousing to the young girl.

They swam and frolicked at the pool for two hours, then showered and dressed for dinner. Holly was a vision of loveliness in her blue evening gown. Jill wore a black mini skirt and a sheer red top that tied below her breasts and revealed her bare mid-riff. As they enjoyed dinner in one of the hotel dinning rooms, Holly observed, "You are dressed a little provocative aren't you young lady? You are such a beautiful girl, why do you have to dress like a street-walker? I think you should change into something a bit more modest."

"Oh mom, don't show your age! This is what everybody is wearing, you will see when we get to the clubs." Holly remembered seeing girl's dressed like that on MTV and reluctantly conceded, even though she was not comfortable with her daughter's attire. They hit several clubs before entering Carla's Cave. The music was blaring, the dance floor was packed, and the joint was jumping. Holly and Jill managed to find a small table near the dance floor. The rum drinks were quite strong and they were both somewhat tipsy. Holly declined to dance but Jill eagerly accepted and wildly swayed to the Latin rhythm. Mom did not approve of her daughter's sensual movements and choked on her drink when Jill's dance partner put his hands on her buttocks, squeezed her ass-cheeks, pulled her tightly to his body, and humped as if they were having sex. The mother blushed when the young man escorted Jill back to the table, the outline of his massive hard-on could clearly be seen through his tan slacks. 

Jill introduced him to her mom as Tony. Before Tony went back to his friends he made Jill promise to dance with him after the band took their break. He noticed Holly staring at the bulge in his pants and moved like Elvis and sang, "You make my pants want to jump up and dance!" He laughed and walked away. Holly could not help but notice how flushed her daughter was and she knew that Jill was aroused too, it wasn't just from the exertion of dancing. 

Jill told her mom that she would be right back, she had to go to the restroom. After she finished doing her business, Jill was brushing her hair in front of the mirror when an Amazon of a woman told her, "You better be careful little girl, I saw you on the dance floor and you are asking for trouble!"

Jill was usually polite but between the drinks she had consumed and her resentment at being told what to do by a complete stranger, she barked, "Mind your own business and leave me the fuck alone!" Lupe was a guard at the womans prison, she stood 6', had long black hair, and big brown eyes. The voluptuous woman with 38D cup breast was tempted to wipe the floor with the snotty little blond but had another idea instead. 

When Lupe emerged from the ladies room she saw Tony and another young man asking the two blond American women to dance with them. Jill was dancing but Holly did not want to dance. Lupe walked over to the table and  encouraged her to dance, telling her that it was an insult to the young man to be turned down. Lupe sat down at the table and said, "Go on, it is only a dance; I will watch your things for you. That way you can keep a better eye on your friend."

Holly beamed and gushed "That's not my friend, that is my daughter."

As she gave the mother a nudge to go on the dance floor, Lupe replied. "My God, you look just as young as your girl. When you get back you will have to give me your secret. Now go have fun and don't worry about a thing, see you when you get back." The 29 year old prison guard dropped some liquid X in their drinks and hid some other drugs in their purses. Holly's dance partner tried to get too friendly so after the song was over, Holly returned to the table, thanked Lupe, took a large swig of her drink and looked for her daughter on the dance floor. The luscious Latin lady went to the bar to watch the blond bitches descent into depravity.

Jill and Tony joined Holly at the table; Tony excused himself and promised to be right back. Mother and daughter felt hot-flashes, their pussies twitched, and their juices started flowing. As they drank, they tried to understand why they were becoming so aroused. Tony returned and took holly by the hand to the dance floor. They danced seductively, mom was guided to the floor and was doing the same thing. 

Before long, hands were under skirts, mom and daughter's hands were placed on throbbing hard cocks, and other men surrounded them. Holly and Jill were no longer dancing, they were being ravished. They were both quickly undressed and bent over. As cocks entered their smoldering pussies from behind, others rubbed their pricks on mom and daughter's faces and when their mouths opened they were filled with hard cocks. Lupe smiled wickedly and went to the telephone. 

A short time later, whistles blew as the police stormed the club. Holly and Jill were roughly shoved into a police van. They shivered in a corner, they were naked, humiliated, and still horny as hell! When they arrived at the jail, police women took them to a cell, pushed them in, called them nasty names, and told them that they were in a whole lot of trouble.

It was a large cell with three other women. Mom and daughter were crying and trying to figure out what happened. They were not allowed much time to ponder their situation. They were slapped and punched to the ground. The smelly prostitutes sat on their faces and demanded, "Eat our pussies, you no good sluts, suck, yessss!" They got absolutely no sleep or even rest that night. They were called every nasty name in the book in Spanish and English and were forced to service the three raunchy pussies all night long.

Two guards took the American women from the cell and into a judge's chambers. A chubby woman in a black suit and thick glasses informed them that she would represent them and also be their interpreter. The woman and the judge went back and forth until the judge angrily gave his decision. Their representative solemnly informed the mother and daughter that they were sentenced to fifteen years in prison each. They were convicted of lewd and lascivious behavior in a public place and possession of illegal drugs.

Still naked, a police van drove them from the jail to prison. Three guards escorted the girls into the prison for women. All of the prison personnel, including the guards were women. They were marched past the cells and the inmates yelled out their approval of the new convicts with lewd invitations to have sex with the frightened American mother and daughter. They were taken to a shower and were ordered to wash themselves throughly.

When they emerged from the shower they dried off and tried to use the towels to cover themselves. The guards used their nightsticks to toss the towels aside and demanded that they bend over a bench for a cavity search. Gloved hands entered their pussies and ass holes. This process went on far longer than was required and Holly pleaded, "What are you doing? Please stop, we are hiding nothing, please stop!"

One of the guards answered, "You are filthy American sluts and drug dealers; it is necessary that we search for illegal drugs, are you hiding anything up your disgusting fuck holes? You will be with us for a very long time, so I suggest that you cooperate." The guards added more fingers and moved them around so that they knew that the Americans were becoming increasingly turned-on. 

Mother and daughter tried to conceal their arousal but their efforts were in vain. Nightsticks were shoved up their sopping pussies and they were both brought to screaming orgasms. They were then taken to two separate cells that were isolated from the general prison population. Their new homes were depressing, there were cots, toilets, sinks, and not much else. 

Holly and Jill discussed their dilemma and had more questions than answers. They wondered how they could have behaved so badly and what was all the talk about drugs? The only thing that they could agree on is that they must get in touch with John. If anyone could help them, it was him. The exhausted women drifted off to some much needed sleep.

They were awakened by three guards entering Jill's cell. They had no idea at all what time it was or how long they had been asleep but the guards were different so they assumed that there had been a shift change of the guards. Jill and Holly were in shock when the guards took of their hats and smiled at Jill. One of them was the lady from the bar, it was Lupe! A woman in her forties with dark red hair and huge breasts introduced herself as Rose Lopez, the head of security at the prison, she stood 5'6" and had penetrating green eyes. Rose introduced a woman in her early twenties as Belinda Soto. Belinda was thin, with brown eyes, small tits, and stood 5'9" tall. Then Rose said, "Last but not least we have sergeant Lupe Gomez, if I am not mistaken you have already had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Gomez, now she wants to get to know you much better!" 

Jill nervously stammered, "Wa...What da..do you mean, get to know us be..better? Please don't hurt us; we are not criminals, we are innocent!"

Rose slapped the blond girl across the face and stated, "Innocent? You are a couple of drug dealing tramps. I watched the video of you in the bar! You love big cocks don't you little girl? Your mommy likes them too, yes she does! You will be here for a long time without any cocks to make you happy, but don't you worry, my little slut, we will see to it that you are kept busy, we don't want you to get into any trouble, do we now? Lupe and Belinda, take your uniforms off and we will introduce the little blond girl to our luscious Latin pussies."

Holly grabbed the bars and put her face to them and said, "Leave her alone, don't you dare touch my daughter. Stop this right now."

Rose reached through the bars, grabbed Holly's long blond hair, and banged her face against the bars saying, "Mom is just jealous, don't worry mom, we will get around to you later. Watch us give your little girl what she really wants and remember, I give the orders around here. Consider this your last warning; any more outburst and you will regret it more than you can possibly imagine."

Holly knew that Rose meant business and meekly replied, "Yes ma'am, I understand." 

Rose sternly looked Jill in the eyes and commanded, Get on your knees and eat their pussies, slut!"

Jill nervously said, "I am not into women and don't want to do that. Please don't make me, please, I implore you."

Rose slapped her face and punched her stomach bending Jill over and then pushed the stunned girl to her knees and warned her, "We are not into rejection, you will do as you are told or I will send you out to the general prison population where they will all rape you and you will not see your slut mother again. Do you understand? I am growing impatient with you." 

The cowed blond girl was trembling with fear and whispered, "Yes, I understand and will do whatever you tell me to do."

"Louder slut, I can't hear you. I want you to tell me loud and clear that you want to taste the delicious pussies in front of your face!"

In total fear the blond submissively responded, "Yes, I want to eat their beautiful pussies, please let me!"

"Very well dear, make them cum on your face. Do sergeant Gomez first, eat her pussy." Lupe spread her legs and Jill slowly moved her face to the smoldering cunt. She stared at the lush black pubic hair, enlarged clit, puffy brown pussy lips, and whiffed in the fragrant aroma of the inflamed pussy. Jill's reluctance faded away and was replaced with a burning desire to taste the appetizing pussy in front of her.

As if bewitched, her eyes were filled with carnal lust, her tongue darted out, and she licked the dripping pussy juices from the fleshy flower that was blooming at her touch. She feverishly sucked on the clit and her tongue wiggled it's way deep into the drenched love tunnel. Jill wrapped her arms around her lover and squeezed Lupe's ass cheeks as she eagerly gobbled up the tasty treat. Both the guard and the prisoner were emitting sighs of animal lust as they reached orgasms together.

Rose was getting excited watching the lewd display of wanton lust and exclaimed, "Good girl, she likes it very much! Lick up all of sergeant Gomez's cum, don't miss a drop. Look at mom, she has her hand on her own pussy. She is getting excited watching her little girl eating sergeant Gomez's hairy cunt! How very nasty and perverted. I love it. Oh, little blond girl, I just saw some cum leak down to sergeant Gomez's ass, make sure you get it all." 

Jill was totally confused, she never even fantasized about being with another woman and here she was on her knees lapping up cum and pussy juice from the sexy guard and loving it, she had never felt so turned on before! When she was ordered to service Belinda, she willingly put her mouth to the trimmed pussy and hungrily devoured the clammy delicacy. 

After Jill brought Belinda to orgasm Rose said, "Very good, you must be tired, come lay on your bed." Jill got in bed and was on her side, Rose stripped and joined the American girl. Rose rolled Jill over on her back and hand fed the girl her big boobs, Jill nursed on the pointy brown nipples eagerly. Then Rose straddled her blond head and lowered her dripping pussy to the girl's waiting lips. Jill licked and sucked with fervor. Rose yelled out, "I am going to cum all over your pretty face, keep doing it just like that, Oh baby, you are wonderful. Don't stop, suck it dry, yessss, suck, suck, ohhhh, yessss!"

Rose looked over at Holly's cell and taunted her saying, "Poor woman, you are all hot and bothered watching your little girl feast on our delicious pussies. Are you jealous? You should be, your daughter is a fantastic pussy licker. I know that you would like to taste some hot Latin pussy but the warden wants you in her office right now. Lupe and Belinda will escort you to her office, I will stay with your little girl and let her eat my juicy pussy some more, see you later." Rose violently rubbed her pussy all over Jill's face and was fucking her nose when Holly was guided to the warden's office.

Holly was astonished as she entered the spacious office. She was admiring the elegant decor when the warden dismissed the guards and waved her hand beckoning Holly to sit in a plush black leather chair across from her at the warden's mahogany desk. The warden was short, barely over 5', was dressed in a gray suit that was unbuttoned, a white blouse that tented from her ample breasts, she had short brown hair, and her brown eyes were filled with lust as she gazed at the blond American woman's naked body. 

The 51 year old warden introduced herself as Maria Chavez and said, "Welcome to our penal institution, your stay with us can be pleasant or a living hell, the choice is yours. How does it feel to have to walk around naked? I would imagine it is quite distressing. After our meeting I will have the guards take you to the uniform room and get you something to cover your lovely body. I am reluctant to place you and your daughter with the rest of the prison population for fear of your safety. Do you have any questions or request at this time?"

"Yes, when can I make a phone call?"

"We do not allow our inmates access to telephones, however, if you comply with my demands and you exhibit obedient behavior, I will arrange for your court appointed attorney to pay you a visit and perhaps she will relay any message you would like to convey. Are you willing to cooperate?"

"Yes, definitely, I will do anything. Please help me, I am innocent. How could being with the other prisoners be any more dangerous than where we are? The guards raped my daughter!"

Maria turned on a monitor that displayed four older inmates molesting and beating a young girl Jill's age. The warden switched on another monitor showing Jill lovingly licking Rose's pussy and the warden explained, "What you see in the prison is just a sample of what goes on. Can you imagine what they would do to two blond Americans? On the other hand, your daughter appears to love what she is doing. The guards, like my self, desperately need to have their tension relieved. Surely, you have no objections to having friendly relations with my staff and I, do you?"

Holly was thinking that it was far beyond friendly but didn't want to anger the warden, so she replied, "I...I suppose you are right. When can I see the attorney?"

"If you are an obedient little slut and do everything that you are told to do then I will arrange for a visit this week. So, are you willing to cooperate and yield to my demands? Will you willingly submit to my every whim or would you rather be separated from your daughter and join the hardened criminals?"

The American mother was trapped; she was well aware of the fact that the warden held their fate in her hands. She had no choice but to opt for the lesser of the two evils and submissively replied, "I will obey you and do whatever you say. Thank you for allowing me to see the lawyer. I am grateful and I will show my appreciation in any way that I can."

"Very good my dear, now get over here and show me just how grateful you really are!" The blond slowly walked around the desk and stood naked before the sitting warden. Maria pulled Holly down and passionately kissed her. The warden's tongue probed and swirled in Holly's mouth. The blond was aghast at the size of the warden's long, thick, and talented tongue. Despite her aversion to lesbian sex she felt a tingling sensation between her legs and her tongue intertwined with the warden's seeking tongue. 

Maria broke off the kiss and licked her way down to Holly's breasts and eagerly sucked the pink nipples until they were stiff and pointy. Then the long tongue licked down to her navel and lingered there before traveling to Holly's creamy thighs. By now the blond was on fire and when the long tongue entered her flooding love tunnel she erupted and saw all the colors of the rainbow. She had never experienced such an intense orgasm before and cursed herself for enjoying it so much. The warden chewed on her clit and tongue fucked her to three more orgasm's before she was finished.




Detained & Defiled



Maria removed her coat, blouse, and bra and ordered Holly to take off her skirt. The warden lifted her hips off the chair to allow the blond to unbutton her skirt and tug it down. She spread her short, plump, and brown legs wide and invitingly uttered, "Come to momma baby, you look good on your knees, that's the way I like to see my bitches, down on their knees and ready to worship my horny cunt. Eat it all up baby and suck my cum into your sweet little mouth. Suck it baby!"

Holly just stared at the pussy and was surprised when she felt her own juices starting to flow again as she breathed in the pungent aroma of the bald pussy. She licked the outer lips slowly at first and then lapped faster before sticking her tongue up Maria's hot hole. The warden brought the blond's hands up to her heaving breasts and Holly groped them as she feverishly gobbled up the sopping cunt. Holly thought that she would be disgusted performing the depraved act, like she was in the jail with the skanky whores, but this was different, despite her efforts to do this only because she had no choice, Holly loved bringing the brown skinned sultry warden pleasure. 

Maria lovingly ran her fingers through the long blond hair and asked, "You like servicing my pussy, don't you? Look up at me, I want to see your blue eyes as you tell me how much you like my pussy."

Holly looked up and conceded, "Yes I do! I always thought that this act was sick and perverted but with you it is incredible! I love the divine taste of your pussy and want to bring you as much pleasure as you gave me." Holly put her mouth back to the smoldering pussy, kissed, licked, and sucked with fervor. 

Maria was reaching climax and told her lover, "Oh yes baby, just like that, I will see to it that no one else touches you. I want you all to myself, you will be my special little cunt lapper. I am going to cum, yessss!" Maria helped Holly to her feet and they passionately kissed, tasting their own sex on each other. They cuddled and found joy in each other's arms. 

Shortly after returning to her cell, Jill and Holly were taken to the uniform room by two guards. As they traveled past the cells of the other prisoners the inmates reached through the bars and tried to grab them, there also were the usual remarks. Most of the inmates wore orange prison uniforms but some lounged in their underwear. 

When they arrived at the uniform room they were taken to the back and handed sexy lingerie and were instructed to see if the racy garments fit. They expected the prison uniforms and were puzzled. Jill put on the sexy pink bra, panties, and garter with black stockings and hi-heels and Holly did the same with a baby blue set. When they walked back past the general prison population the remarks and invitations were even more heated than when they were naked. 

Instead of going back to their cells, they climbed stairs and were taken down a long hallway that led to the offices. They made a right turn and doors were unlocked revealing a spacious apartment that was nicely furnished. They were astonished when they were informed that this would be their new living quarters. The apartment had two bedrooms, a kitchen, large living room, and everything that they needed. Before they left, the guards wrote down their clothing sizes and said that they would soon be receiving wardrobes. 

The next day the warden visited them with three workers carrying clothes for them, they filled the closets. Maria dismissed the workers and opened a bottle of wine for the three to share. Mother and daughter were pleased to learn that the would no longer be forced to have sex. Jill was shocked to learn that her mother and the warden were having an affair and was embarrassed when they kissed and fondled each other in front of her. Maria told Jill that Holly was her lover and that no one else could touch her. She added that Jill could entertain anyone that she wished. 

The warden and Holly retired to her new bedroom and Jill could hear the lusty moans of pleasure as she sipped her wine. Jill answered a knock on the door and was surprised to see Rose and Lupe carrying flowers, candy, and more wine for her. She gratefully accepted the gifts and invited them in for some wine. Hearing the noise from the bedroom, Lupe remarked, "Sounds like the warden and your mom are having some fun. We were wondering if you were lonely and wanted some company?"

"Yes, I am glad to see both of you. It is weird listening to my mother having sex with the warden." When Jill set her glass on the table, Rose took hold of her hand and placed it on her ample breasts. Lupe guided the girl's other hand to her caramel mounds and Jill felt her frame tingle and flush. The prison guards played with the American girl's tits and pussy until she could stand it no longer and invited them both to her bedroom. Mother and daughter once again experienced the bliss of lesbian sex.

The next afternoon, Holly answered the door and was delighted to see her public defender. Her name was Ana Hernandez and she wanted them to know that she was still working on the case for them. Ana jotted down John's number and promised them that she would call him and explain their situation to him. Ana disclosed that they were only allowed visitors once a week and that she would be back next week and hopefully she would have good news for them. Before leaving, Ana gave them a knowing look and said that they were doing rather well for themselves, living in an apartment instead of a prison cell. Holly felt embarrassed when she realized that this woman was aware of her affair with the warden.

When John got the call from Ana he almost lost his mind! He had been so worried about his wife and daughter, now he was furious and wanted to make someone pay for this, they had to be trumped-up charges, no way would his wife and daughter have sex in public and be in possession of illegal drugs. He left his manager in charge of the business and took the next available flight to South America. He calmed down somewhat during the flight and decided to use his head instead of going crazy and making matters worse, after all, getting his wife and daughter back was the most important thing. 

After checking in the hotel, John checked around trying to find the best lawyer around to help him. The name Elvira Del Rio came up most often. He decided to see her before the public defender and made an appointment for the next day. 

After waiting in the reception room for almost an hour, the secretary escorted him into Ms. Del Rio's office. Elvira was stunning; she was 5'11" tall, had dark hair, sparkling blue eyes, and magnificent breasts. Instead of the customary suit she wore a flowered skirt and a yellow blouse that was open enough to display her mouthwatering breasts. John explained everything he knew and begged the 28 year old beauty to help him get his wife and daughter back. 

As she brushed some of her shoulder length hair from her beautiful face with her long red fingernails, in a sultry voice the alluring attorney stated, "I will get to work immediately; my investigation team is excellent and we will find out exactly what happened. Our goal will be to set your wife and daughter free. Come back to my office in two days and I will keep you informed of our progress. My secretary will make an appointment for you and will accept the retainer fee. I look forward to seeing you again and will update you on the progress made." They shook hands and John thanked her as he left the office. He was filled with a new sense of hope and was grateful for her help.

John spoke to Ana Hernandez and she informed him that she would take him to the prison for a visit on Monday. It was Thursday and John was in Elvira Del Rio's office for his appointment and excitedly told her that he was going to visit the prison on Monday. The voluptuous sex goddess told him, "That is very good; I know Ana and she can be of valuable assistance to our case. It is getting late, permit me to buy you dinner and update you on the case. I have been busy all day and did not have a chance to eat yet."

"I will go to dinner with you, I am hungry too but I will pay."

"No, I insist, after all, it was my invitation, besides, you will need your money to pay my fee!" They laughed and went off to dinner. They drove to the supper club in Elvira's silver Mercedes. The restaurant was very elegant and the staff all knew Elvira, they were seated at a cozy table in the corner by a window and were given menus. John couldn't read Spanish so Elvira ordered a steak for him. During dinner, the sensual attorney informed John that the investigation was progressing nicely and a copy of the video tape from the club where his wife and daughter were arrested would be sent to her tomorrow.

After dinner they sipped wine and danced. John could feel his dick stiffen as he held the sexy siren close, so could she. John had always been faithful to his wife and planned to keep it that way but he had not had sex in a long time and couldn't help but get aroused by the sexy attorney in his arms. She whispered in his ear, "My, my, you are a big boy, it is nice to know that you like me. You poor man, when was the last time you were with a woman?"

"The night before my wife went on vacation. I take my marriage seriously and do not cheat on her."

"You are to be commended, it is rare to see someone honor their vows. I respect that, but if you get too lonely, let me know and I will give you the best night of your life! I am attracted to you and want you to feel good. One night with me and you will forget all about the little wife. Think about it darling. All men desire me and I can tell by the bulge in your pants that is pressing against me that you are no exception." Elvira pressed her lips to his and they kissed passionately. It was a steamy kiss and they were both filled with an intense longing for each other. 

John somehow mustered up enough will power to push away and said, "I can't lie, you know I want you but I can not do this to my wife. I love her and would never do anything to hurt her. I am here to get her out of prison and you are supposed to help me."

"Of course, one thing has nothing to do with the other; no matter how much I want you, I will do everything in my power for you and your family." The lusty lawyer drove him home and told John that she would contact him when she received the tape. They kissed goodnight and she squeezed his cock and sexily asked, "Are you sure that you don't want me to come to your room?"

The aroused husband got out of the car and replied. "You have no idea how much I would like that, but no thanks, call me tomorrow." John tried to hide his hard-on as he walked to his room. Elvira only wanted him more than ever. She felt that no man could resist her many charms. Now John represented a challenge to her that she felt confident that she would win. She was determined to seduce him and make John her man.

The following morning Elvira went to the prison to see the warden. Before she entered the warden's office, she talked with some of the prison personnel and was ecstatic to learn that Holly Baker was having sexual relations with the warden. Elvira and Maria go way back, they were not close friends but maintained a friendly business relationship. Elvira watched Maria's face closely as she stated. "Maria, I am representing John Baker and his wife Holly. She is incarcerated in your prison, what can you tell me about her?"

The lusty lawyer never took her eyes off the warden as Maria answered, "She is a good prisoner and has caused no problems. That is about all I can tell you."

Elvira laughed and said, "I think not; my contacts inform me that she is your lover and I happen to know that you tape your sexual conquest! I want to seduce her husband tonight so I want a tape of you and her getting it on; that way he can see for himself what kind of wife he has."

"I can't do that, there is no way that I can let a tape like that get out. It could get me in a whole lot of trouble. Why should I take that kind of risk? I realize we have always helped each other out in the past but that is asking too much. Holly is not just some fuck slut; we care very much for each other. She is special and I love her!"

"First of all, no one but John and I will ever see the video, you have my word on that. Secondly, I will get her released from prison and if I am having an affair with her husband you will have a much better chance of keeping her for yourself."

"If you want him so badly, why don't you just leave Holly and her daughter in prison?"

"I may be a home wrecker and steal other women's men but my job is to obtain her release and that is exactly what I intend to do!" The warden reluctantly handed Maria a tape. That evening Maria called John and had him take a taxi to her home.

John's eyes almost popped-out when the luscious Latin sexpot opened the door for him wearing a flimsy red satin robe, garter and stockings and black high-heels. The nipples on her mammoth breasts appeared to be trying to poke through the thin robe and it was evident that the robe was the only thing that was covering her voluptuous body. Maria sat him on the sofa, poured them both strong rum and fruit juice drinks, and put the first tape in the VCR. She explained that it was taken by an employee at the club when it started getting wild. Maria told him that the club had no surveillance cameras and she just received the tapes so she would be watching them for the first time with him.

The video showed the dance floor and his wife and daughter were surrounded by a group of men. John couldn't believe his eyes when his wife and daughter willingly engaged in the wild orgy. He couldn't understand how he could be so angry and turned-on at the same time as he viewed his cum filled wife and daughter. They intently watched that tape to the end and the sultry attorney made them another drink and then played the second tape. John's mouth dropped and his dick stiffened while watching his wife worship the pussy of a steamy Latin woman. 

Elvira kissed John and dropped her hand to his lap. After seeing the obscene actions of his wife, John had no will to resist the alluring sex goddess and kissed down to her magnificent breast. She told him to stand, tugged down his pants, and wrapped her sensual red lips around his 8" cock. He was so excited that it only took a couple of minutes before he shot a large load of sticky white cum into her sucking mouth! She swallowed it all and kept sucking vigorously. Her talented mouth soon brought him to another rock-hard erection. 

She straddled him and they fucked for an hour before he shot a load up her spicy pussy. She guided him to her bed and they had sex again before drifting off to sleep. John awoke in the morning to her slurping on his dick, they had sex once more and he agreed to move out of the hotel and in with her. Before she left for the office she got a call from Ana Hernandez. Elvira rushed to her office to meet Ana when she said that she had some startling evidence that could result in the release of the American women from prison. 

As Elvira was walking into her office, Ana was right behind her. Her secretary brought them both coffee and Ana tossed some photographs on the desk and excitedly said, "Check them out! This ought to do it; a local couple were taking pictures of their friends dancing and kept snapping away when the sex started. I put the best on the bottom of the pile, wait until you see them!"

Elvira's eyes opened wide when she saw the photos of a woman spiking the drinks and putting dope in their purses. The woman's face was not in the pictures but that did not matter. Her job was to help the family, not catch the perpetrator. It took two weeks before the judge released Holly and Jill. John was now addicted to Elvira's smoldering pussy. John consented to let Elvira and Ana procure the release of his wife and daughter and he would meet them later.

Ana introduced the newly released prisoners to Elvira as the high powered attorney that John hired. They gratefully expressed their appreciation and Elvira offered Ana a high paying job working with her. Ana was hoping for just such a break and readily accepted the offer. Elvira asked, "Ana, could you let Jill stay at your house tonight? Holly and I have some very important matters to discuss and need to be alone. You can bring her to my place tomorrow, please be a dear and do me this favor."

"No problem, my husband and I rarely have overnight guest and she will be more than welcome to stay with us. We have a beautiful guest room for just such an occasion. Take care of your business and don't worry about a thing, she we will be fine." 

The drive to Elvira's home was filled with tension. Holly was informed that she would be told what it was all about when they got to the house. The devious attorney parked her car out back of the house and whisked the confused wife in the back door and up the steps. The voluptuous sex kitten made Holly remove her shoes and she did the same. She told Holly that she wanted to talk to her before she saw her husband. They stealthily climbed the steps and entered the master bedroom. 

Her eyes flared and her lip curled, then Elvira stated, "You are nothing but a little slut. I have seen videos of you enjoying big cocks and eating pussy. John watched them with me before I fucked his brains out! He is much too good for a licentious tramp like you! He belongs to me now, so go back to the warden and be her cunt lapping little bitch, but before you do, I want you to watch a real woman fuck your husband and I want you to see for yourself that it is me that he wants, not your filthy ass! Now take your fucking clothes off before I rip them off your pathetic body."

The cowed blond submissively removed her clothes and felt intimidated when the sensuous Latin woman undressed and displayed her curvaceous body. Holly was handcuffed to a small chair, Elvira's panties were stuffed in her mouth, and her lips were roughly taped shut with duct tape. Elvira dragged the chair to a corner in the closet. The sensual attorney stepped outside the closet to inspect her work and was pleased that the shadows hid Holly and the chair. The authoritative attorney told the frightened blond not to make a peep and to watch her husband get fucked by a superior woman. 

Elvira opened the bedroom door and called for John to come upstairs. When he got there John drooled at the sight of the sex goddess naked in bed with her long, shapely legs spread wide. Trying to control his growing dick, John asked, "Where is Holly and Jill? I thought you were going to bring them here from the prison. Did something go wrong?"

"Don't worry so much lover, you will see them later and I have a surprise for you! Right now my pussy needs attention. Take off your clothes and give me what I need." John disrobed and dove between her invitingly spread legs and feasted on her smoldering volcano until it erupted in his mouth. He moved his slim frame up and inserted his throbbing cock into her slippery-wet pussy. She wrapped her sexy legs around him and they fucked with fervor. She screamed out in ecstasy when she reached another orgasm as he shot a load of cum deep inside her. 

He collapsed on her, then moved beside the hot Latin beauty and held her in his loving arms. As they kissed she pushed him back and climbed on top of him. Her sensuous mouth worked it's way down to his semi-hard cock and engulfed it. She licked and sucked until it was fully erect again and cooed, "I love your cock, it is perfect. It is so thick, I want to feel it inside me again." This time Elvira was on top, she slowly lifted her pussy up and down on his hard dick. 

Elvira moved faster and asked, "Do you love my pussy as much as I love your cock? Who is a better fuck, me or your slut wife? Who would you rather be with?" She reached over and handcuffed his wrists to the headboard, they sometimes played this game so he didn't think anything of it, she fucked him with wild abandon lust and cried out, "Tell me."




Detained & Defiled



John was near climax and answered, "You are the best. No one has ever turned me on the way you do; the more of you I get, the more I want. Keep fucking me baby, don't stop." He wanted to put his arms around her as he released another stream of cum up her hot hole but he couldn't with his wrist cuffed to the bed. He asked her to take the cuffs off but she told him that she would soon, after his surprise. 

Tears ran down Holly's cheeks, her husbands words pierced her heart like a knife. She felt as if her whole world was coming to an end. Holly suddenly felt inadequate, she wanted to run away and hide. The humiliated wife no longer wanted to live; she wondered how she could go on. She thought things couldn't get any worse, then she saw the evil Elvira walking toward her with a wicked smirk on her face. 

Elvira went to the closet and pulled the chair and Holly out. The Latin temptress took the cuffs off of the petrified wife and roughly ripped off the duct tape from her mouth. Holly choked out the musky panties and stared at her husband. Elvira pushed the wife's blond head to John's cock and commanded, "Clean his cock with your mouth, slut! It is covered with his cum and my pussy juices, lick it all up pig." Holly licked and sucked, Elvira shoved three fingers in Holly's cunt and declared, "John, your slut wife likes watching a superior woman fucking her husband. Her slimy cunt is leaking; she is a disgusting swine. Perhaps we could keep the slut around to clean us up after we have sex; your cock seems clean enough, let's see what she can do with my pussy."


Elvira grabbed a fist full of blond hair, pressed her well-fucked cunt to Holly's pretty face, and then the lawyer fucked Holly's face until she had another orgasm. Tears ran down Holly's cheeks, she cursed her own body for becoming aroused while she performed the vile deed. Elvira taunted her saying, "That's it, lick it all up, good cunt lapper; I think that we will keep you around. What do you think John?" The dominating Latin woman kicked the helpless blond to the floor and laughed. 

John wanted her take off the handcuffs so he answered, "Whatever you say darling. I will leave it up to you." Elvira was pleased with his response and released John from his restraints. John threw her on the bed and cuffed the protesting lawyer to the headboard. He went over to his distressed wife, lifted Holly to her feet, put his arms around his wife and consoled her. 

Elvira struggled to get free and asked, "John, what are you doing? We have such great sex together. I thought you loved me, you just told me we would be together. How could you do this to me? Why?"

John shook his head and told Elvira, "After seeing my wife have sex with the men and the woman, I fell into your trap. But you know what, she was drugged and confined. God only knows what any of us would have done under the same circumstances. I must admit that the sex with you was awesome but it made me sick to my stomach seeing how cruel you can be. You are an evil bitch and I don't ever want to have anything to do with you again. I am going to go home with my wife and daughter. I don't know if it will work out but I sure am going to give it a try. 

John got Ana's number from Elvira and called her. She agreed to bring Jill over and take them to the airport. John thanked her and told her to send him the bill for their work and he would gladly pay it. He handed Ana the key to Elvira's handcuffs and the three said goodbye and boarded the airplane for home. They all longed to get their lives back to the way it was.

THE END



Detained



The night should be interesting and I was ready for whatever happened, I was enjoying this game of cat and mouse, waiting for the opportunity to offer the redhead another challenge. 

As I pulled out of my driveway, I noticed the black Chrysler was not behind me as I pulled out onto the main highway heading back into downtown savannah.

Different scenarios began to play in my head, I had become so used to her tracking me over the last few days that her not being where I could see her made me nervous.

Had she given up?

Had she gotten her warrant?

Both I was sure was highly unlikely , no local judge would issue her a warrant they were all owned by me or my father , had been for years and the file I had read on the impressive agent told me she would not stop.

Dinner had been quiet just Buzz and myself , Emilee Welsh was still so far nowhere to be seen., that made the evening smooth out a bit and I thought she might have finally taken a break after two days of following me around the clock .

With a delicious meal of grilled ahi tuna finished and Buzz chatting up the hot blonde bartender, I went with my older brother Jason into the wine cellar to see his latest collection of French Bordeaux's, I could have cared less but he was like a kid in a candy store, and I loved how much he knew about wine and food, it was his passion and I loved the few normal minutes we got to spend with one another.

We were chatting about the new wine when he was called back to the kitchen for some sort of problem, and I took a moment before following him to check the messages on my Iphone.

As I scrolled through e-mails from becca about due shipments I was not paying attention as I climbed the stairs, , and as I stepped out into the dim hallway that lead back to the main dining room, out of a far dark corner Agent Welsh fell into step beside me .

"Where are we off to now? ." she asked inquisitively. 

I stopped turning to face her, slipping my phone into my back pocket and moving into her personal space.

"Isn't it your job to figure that out... and besides if I just tell you then there's no fun in the chase. " I said my tone playful, at seeing a chance to antagonize her.

The beautiful redhead just smiled and ran a hand through her thick locks, pushing them out of her face, clearly not threatened by any of my antics.

" Everyone in this town including any of the judges I tried to get sign a warrant for your arrest just laughed at me ....everyone seems either protective of you or in admiration for you." she said stepping back. "Why do you think that is?" She asked, quite pointedly.

If she was as good of an agent as she appeared to be on paper, then she knew the answer to her own question.



"Really ...I had no idea." I said nonchalantly as I continued to walk down the narrow hallway.

" Maybe if I start bringing them in one by one, starting with that striking brunette banker at Chatham Federal that politely told me to fuck off....take a look at the money .... maybe you'll see fit to answer my questions then." she threatened.

The agent had done her homework, checked my financials and had been looking into my shipping business, I could feel my temper flare but not at her checking out my legitimate business but at the thought of her being anywhere near Rachael.

I stopped immediately turning to face her, I needed to play this right, and not let her get the better of me because I was protective of Rachael.

"A veiled threat, really... I expect more from such a highly trained, capable special agent." I said not taking her seriously.

"It's no threat darlin', it's a promise." she grinned.

I smiled back , letting my eyes wash over her taking her in completely seeing a chance to change the tone of our little chat and see what she was made of, I reached out touching her left hip lightly , where a few nights before she had worn her gun.

"This is much better." I said letting my fingers curve into her hip ," when you wear it on the side it gives you away too soon and throws off the natural curves of your hips ." I added as I let my thumb dig into her, tracing her hipbone through the black slacks she wore.

The stoic agent did not panic at my sudden invasion of her personal space, but I did catch the slight gasp she tried to hide and felt tremble ever so slightly.

"You're about two seconds away from me not needing that warrant." she growled, her tone telling me she was serious.

I simply grinned and stepped back, looking into her eyes reading what I saw there.

Curiosity coupled with an overwhelming sense of right and wrong.

"Touch me again and I'll arrest you for assaulting a federal officer!" She snarled, stepping past me to put some space between us.

"Now that feels like a valid threat sweetheart." I chastised as I watched her get even more angry with me.

"It is, you can count on it! " she said the look and tone quite serious before she walked away.

I left the restaurant headed for my dance club in the warehouse district, one of the few places I felt safe. Becca would already be there, I needed a little break from the evening, and a minute to gather myself and regroup with my trusted best friend sounded like just the thing. 

At least it would have, when I arrived at the club closely followed by Buzz it seemed the ever-diligent agent had beat me there.

I could hear her and Becca arguing before I even saw them by the bar.

"No fucking warrant, no chit chat!" Becca snapped as I approached them from behind.

My blonde, beautiful best friend was angry, her eyes dark and dangerous and her body language matched. 

She and the agent were just inches apart and deep into their argument when I decided finally to intervene and touched Emilee Welsh lightly on her right shoulder.

That simple action turned into me being grabbed and thrown facedown on the nearest table with both my arms behind my back. 

If she was angry with me before she was even more so now, and with every ounce of her weight she held me down and handcuffed me.

Out if the corner of my eye I saw Buzz move toward her followed by three other of his bothers from the motorcycle club that I hired as security and quickly yelled for them to stop , I didn't need this getting out of hand and I didn't need my plan to utilize the agent to help my business be jeopardized just because Buzz was doing his job.

With one arm, she held me down while she pulled her badge from her side and flashed it, showing him and all the other people that had gathered to watch the show.

Buzz and his boys stopped in their tracks next to Becca, who was clearly furious.

"What the fuck!" she yelled.

"I told you if you touched me again I would arrest you, now we do this my way!" she growled in my ear before she pushed against me grabbing both my arms and pulling me up.

"Jordan Keller you're under arrest for assaulting a federal agent." she announced as she half pushed and pulled me toward the exit door.

"I'll call Jackson; you'll be out in no time!" Becca yelled as she headed to the office, to call our attorney.

Buzz followed us out of the club and to her waiting Chrysler, she stopped turning on him quickly and pulling her gun, her look deadly serious.

"Back the fuck off or I will drop you!" she threatened.

Buzz just stood, slowly lifting his hands up and smiling at her not the least bit intimidated.

"It's cool Buzz, she'll take me to the sheriff's office and I'll be out on bond before you can come to pick me up." I said with a cocky smile, wanting him to back off.

"Fine!" he growled, turning to head back inside.

She put her gun away and slammed me against the rear passenger door of the car.

"You know the drill, I'm sure?" she said she slid her thigh between my legs to spread them apart.

Her firm hands started at my shoulders, sliding down my back and over my ass, but her search would be futile, I had nothing on me luckily. 

Her palms slid over my ass again and between my parted legs, I closed my eyes as she slipped a hand between them and let her fingers curve against my pussy. Stepping back, she turned me around pinning my cuffed hands between the car and me. 

Again, those firm hands started at my shoulders but this time she stepped to me as she searched, her eyes roaming my body as her hands moved. 

Slowly they slid, down my shoulders and over my breasts to my sides , then curving around the waistband of my black leather pants her fingers sliding against bar skin as she searched me before dipping again between my legs and down my thighs, her fingers grazing here and there as she moved.

Back up they slid over my stomach to cup my breasts as she stepped back from me, grinning, proud of herself. .

"Enjoy that?" I asked.

She did not answer, instead she roughly pulled me away from the car, opened the door and shoved me down in the backseat and latched the seatbelt.

We rode in silence for the next few minutes, neither if us speaking until we passed the turn that would have taken us to the sheriff's office.

"You missed your turn." I said stating the obvious.

No answer, just a glance in the rearview mirror before turning back to the road.

As we headed out of downtown Savannah toward Tybee Island I did not panic, whatever she wanted I would not give up and by the time the evening was over, I was convinced we would be allies not enemies . 

My plan was falling into place it was just a matter of time before I put it into action.

"You're kidding me right?" I asked, as we finally pulled into the Dixie Bungalows. 

A few rows of ratty beach bungalows that had been there since the late sixties, a favorite haunt for bikers looking to party and teenagers looking to shack up.

Agent Welsh did not speak; she just parked the car and got out to get us a room I would assume.

The place was packed , it was friday night and the party was clearly on , loud music pumped out of different rooms and I watched as people moved back and forth between the tiny brightly painted pastel bungalows , sharing drink and drug no doubt.

No one would notice two women one of them in handcuffs, not this late and not this deep into the party. 

I scanned the parking spaces looking for someone familiar, just in case this got out of hand, not that I think it would but just in case it helps to have a friend.

The gorgeous agent was back in minutes and we pulled slowly past numerous bungalows to one that sat by itself next to the beach.

When she pulled me out of the car , I stopped and tried to stretch , which only made her shove me toward the door of our own little shitty pastel green bungalow.

I would not give her the pleasure of being intimidated by her, when she pushed me against the door and held me with one hand and unlocked the door with the other, I took the opportunity to antagonize her further.

"If this was about getting me in cuffs, alone in some crappy dark hotel, you shoulda' just asked baby." I teased as she flung the door open and pushed me inside.

"Don't flatter yourself!" she growled before pulling a small desk chair to the middle of the room and motioning for me to sit.

"Is this proper interrogation procedure?" I asked before being pushed down into the chair roughly.

"I wanted you out of your element, and alone, and now you are going to answer my questions." she demanded.

I took a minute while she pulled off her jacket and took in the dark room , a small refrigerator , dresser , a table, chairs , no air conditioning and a very worn queen size bed were all that took up space in the dilapidated old bungalow, it was just like I had remembered though I hadn't been here in years. 

The sound of the creaking ceiling fan as it slowly circled was the only thing I could hear in the humid, stale room.

I was beginning to become frustrated.

I needed to get past this question bullshit before I could get what I wanted, so I sat momentarily plotting my next move.

"Did you think you would just blow into town, step into my life and I would do whatever you say?" I asked.

"That's exactly what should have happened, instead we've come to this and I will not blow a case over you, so now you and I are going to discuss Caroline Carson." she said as she began to pace slowly in front of me.

The mention of Caroline's name threw me for a huge loop, I had expected drugs, cars, hell even guns but Caroline?

I sat watching her pace, my wrists aching from the cold metal cuffs and I had absolutely no idea why she would want to talk to me about Caroline.

"The curator of the savannah museum of art?" I asked, my voice revealing my surprise.

"Yes ..., how well do you know Ms Carson?" she asked, not letting the moment falter.

"Outside of occasional social functions and fundraisers, as well as any of her financial contributors do I would imagine." I answered, a partial lie of course but my standard answer where Caroline was concerned.

I saw the frown, and heard her sigh in aggravation as she stepped to me.

"Try again." she demanded.

My mind was racing, why the hell was she asking about Caroline?

What had my longtime lover done? 

And why had it come back around to me?

"I know her socially." I said sticking to my gut instinct, and not giving her more.

She just chuckled as she walked over to her jacket which she had thrown casually on the bed, from the inside pocket she pulled an envelope and opened it.

Standing in front of me again, she flipped around a small color photo of myself and Caroline having dinner six months ago.

"Charitable dinner, for local school art programs." I said barely glancing at it.

The agent just grinned and shook her head in disbelief at me and flipped over another picture, this one of myself and Caroline on her balcony the night of her party just a few months ago, Caroline half dressed and draped on me, kissing me, the same night she watched Rachael and I together in her study.....the same night she asked me to move uncut diamonds for her.

"Dammitt Caroline! " I thought while the agent waited for my answer.

"Political fundraiser." I said rolling my eyes. 

"We could do this all night; savannah is a social town with lots of parties." I added growing tired of her questions.

"And this one ..., was this a private fundraiser?" She asked turning the next one around.

This photo caught my eye , it was of myself and the beautiful older redhead on the balcony of our hotel in Charleston , naked sipping champagne , the agent quickly followed it with a picture of us in bed , Caroline on all fours , face down as I fucked her from behind .

"Do you see where this is going ..., we call this a pattern of behavior." she said sarcastically.

"Looks very self explanatory to me." I quipped, smiling at the memory.

The agent thumbed through a few more pictures before flipping another, and holding it in front of me.

It was of us in bed, early the next morning wrapped comfortably naked around one another sleeping off the night's events.

"Lovers share secrets ... , were you aware that Ms. Carson is a suspect in two art thefts , private collections worth quite a lot of money?" she asked.

"The only thing I'm aware of where Caroline is concerned, is when and how she wants to be fucked." I was goading her, wanting to push her buttons.

" I have been following the money , in this case the diamonds and the money and they led me from Argentina to here , and the only person she knows capable of transporting stolen art or diamonds for that matter is you." she glared at me .

I did not say anything, just sat there staring into those piercing blue eyes.

" You own the largest shipping company on the east coast , your reputation precedes you in quite a few circles and when I asked my contacts who could move that kind of thing , the answer always came back to one person...you." she smiled content with herself .

"Your working a dead end sweetheart, the only thing Caroline and I are is evident in those pictures, and the idea she is an art thief is frankly preposterous." I chuckled, as I shifted in the chair trying to get comfortable before I continued.

"This is a case you won't break, a shame really your track record is quite impressive, drug busts, fraud and theft stings ...all very impressive." I taunted.

"Doing your homework I see?" she asked, turning away from me.

"Gives me a better picture of who I'm dealing with!" I snapped, jerking my wrists and glaring at her, I was running out of patience for the handcuffs.

"I should have known you would protect her." she said, her tone irritated.

"Lovers ......remember." I said sarcastically.

"You're quite the puzzle Jordan." She said quietly and clearly irritated at me, it was the first time she had used my name and I liked how it rolled off her tongue.

"I'm not that hard to figure out," I continued to squirm, seeking comfort in the now very humid and nearing unbearable room.

"So what now, we can do this all night?" she asked stepping to me and leaning behind me to unlock the handcuffs.

I sighed as the blood began to rush back to my numb fingers , then I stood slowly, stretching and staring into those nervous eyes , wondering how she would react to what I was about to say .

"Yes we can, with you repeating yourself, and me blowing off your questions with more bullshit because I won't budge on Caroline." I stated firmly.

I watched her, weighing the options to go with her gut instinct, or to move on. 

Wresting with herself, and the rules that came with her chosen profession.

"Or we can share a few secrets." I offered 

"Secrets?" she asked obviously puzzled.

She just stood looking at me, she had already crossed a line bringing me here and now I was offering her just a little step further. 

A small smile played across her face as she realized what I meant.





I moved next to her, not touching her but just in front of her as I contemplated my next move.

"You said it yourself just minutes ago ...lovers share secrets, maybe you and I share a secret or two? "I offered, my eyes locked on hers, waiting.

The stunning agent turned just enough to look at me, her eyes searching mine gauging me and taking in what I was saying. 

She was curious, she knew it, I knew it, but I could see the cop inside her yelling coercion.

" We are not even friends , we are enemies by default so how can we possibly be lovers?" she asked , confused at my choice of term , wasn't it clear to me that she was the cop , and I the possible criminal.

I reached out slowly letting my hands inch around her waist cautiously to the small of her back, I could feel her muscles tense under the slight touch, nervous and suddenly unsure about the shift of power in the room.

"What better way to become friends, than to become lovers." I whispered softly as I slipped the semi automatic pistol out of its holster and sat it down on the table behind her.

I caught her sigh and smiled as I slipped my right hand around to the front of her pants and lifted the soft black tank top she wore up to reveal her gold badge.

I unclipped it slowly from her belt and sat it comfortably next to it's counterpart on the table.

"See it's just that easy...we change the rules." I said confidently.

"Is it that easy, with just a simple change of the rules?" she asked, her voice soft, her eyes locked on mine.

I stepped back to give her a minute, just a slight moment to take in what I said.

"Of course ...you drop these silly suspicions about Caroline and we simply become two people alone in a dark room passing time and sharing secrets about one another." I said picking up her handcuffs and twirling them. 

I did not miss the glint in her eye as I stood twirling the handcuffs in my hand, waiting for her answer, waiting for her to come over to my side of the fence. 




Detained



"Lovers?" she repeated, she was curious but cautious to what else there was to this deal.

I picked up the pictures of Caroline and myself and quickly thumbed through them before I answered her.

"Yes ." I said softly as I dropped the cuffs back on the table, and slipped my hands around her waist again and this time she stepped to me.

"Just two lovers in the dark ... sharing secrets and that's all?" she asked softly letting her fingers trail up my arm over my shoulder to tangle in my hair, tugging it gently.

I gasped at the tug, wanting to seal this deal with the gorgeous redhead.

"That's all." I mumbled, leaning into her grip.

Her other hand took the liberty of sliding down the brown silk shirt I was wearing as she contemplated what I was saying.

"Leave the badge and gun on the table, even our odds and take a chance Emilee...I promise it will be worth it." I said softly , confidently pulling back slightly from her exploring hand on my stomach , my body slowly coming to life , my plan was coming together and my little monster was waking up to play .

Her eyes searched mine , looking for some truth in what I was saying and those tempting lips of hers curled into a cocky , sure smile and she leaned in just inches from my lips .

"It better be." she growled

I was held by my neck and pushed back down into the chair, as she straddled my lap her lips quickly connecting with mine. Hungry and exploring her lips were, and so incredibly sensual I could easily have drowned in this woman's kisses. 

My hands went to her hips pulling her against me, rocking her hips against mine eliciting a soft moan under her teasing lips.





This was not going to be a frantic exploration, the woman sitting on my lap, knew exactly what she was doing, 

The agent pulled back from me when I slipped both my hands under her tank top and over her bra to cup her full C cup breasts, humming my approval as I pinched her nipples before sliding my palms slowly down and around to the small of her back pulling her into me again as I let my other hand slip between us.

I cupped her through the black linen slacks much like she had done to me earlier , tracing her pussy with my palm making her moan into my mouth before pulling back and grinding harder on my hand wanting more contact.

The agents hands went to the backrest of the small chair gripping both sides as she moved against my hand , my free hand went to her neck gripping her just enough to hold her still as I moved my hand from between her legs to undo her belt . 

We melted into another exploring kiss, our mouths devouring each other, her tongue teasing mine playfully. 

In one swift move her belt was slid out of her pants and I had them unbuttoned and unzipped, giving me enough room to slip my hand inside to let my fingers play over her clit through the panties she wore. 

I held her like that, barely moving my fingers breaking the kiss and watching her face change with each jolt of pleasure that shot through her.

I held back letting her set the pace, letting her take as little or as much as she wanted at the moment.

Back and forth, she moved against my nearly stilled fingers, gasping at each touch against her pulsing clit. Her movements became more urgent as I slipped my fingers inside the silky undergarment. , sliding easily through her soaked folds making her moan loudly and grind hard against me. 

I slipped my fingers back and forth over her swollen clit, I teased her dripping opening until she was shuddering against me and gasping, whispering against my ear.

"This is so wrong on so many levels ". She mumbled through labored breathes.

"Right, wrong ...good or bad .......it won't matter by morning." I said as I slipped my fingers from between us.

I stood up sliding her off my lap and pulled her toward the bed, her hands urgently worked at my clothes peeling them off me revealing my body to her. 

The linen slacks and tank she'd had on were thrown casually across the darkened room, leaving her only in a tiny white g-string.

We ended up in a pile of arms and legs in the middle of the bed. I could hear Lynard skynyrd blaring from one of the other bungalows and hear people partying the night away outside.

They would have no idea what was transpiring in bungalow number ten, they had no clue of the alliance I was forming with the beautiful agent, one that would benefit us both. .

The heat in the room seemed rise along with our growing need for one another, I arched into her gorgeous mouth each time she sucked my over stimulated nipples, we had become a writhing sweating mass of naked flesh by the time she sat up straddling my thigh. 

Slowly she began to move against me, and I let her control this for now, let her lose herself in the moment to feed whatever need she had.

I watched as she slowly became undone , her body moving against mine my hands on her hips keeping her in just the right spot , I could feel how soaked she was through the tiny white g string with small pink bows at her hips . I tugged at the flimsy garment sliding it to the side and moaning at the heat of her soaked pussy against my bare thigh.

The stunning agent sat up and ground harder against my thigh, her eyes locked on mine, half closed and glazed over with lust she leaned down kissing me slowly becoming wetter as she moved.



My little monster was wide-awake and screaming for me to take her, and make her mine so 

my grip on her hips tightened , and I flipped us over and slid slowly down her body , my lips and hands teasing and touching as I moved and turned her over , facedown under me and pulled her back into me , down onto my hand.

The moan that shook her body resonated through me and I shoved her roughly facedown into the bed and buried two fingers deep into her, pulling the same sound out of her again.

I began to slip my soaked fingers in and out of her deeply, letting my other fingers press against her clit each time my fingers disappeared into her.

I pulled her up by a fistful of her thick auburn locks, keeping her on all fours as I changed the angle of my hand and fingers pumping them even deeper as she arched back into me.

"Fuck yes Jordan ...that feels amazing!" she moaned as I pushed her closer and closer with each thrust.

Her raspy moans and gasping breathes turned to chants of repeated obscenities laced with demands, of each I complied.

When she begged for more I slipped another finger inside her, I could feel her inner muscles contracting around my fingers, I could feel how incredibly wet she was becoming as her moans quieted to a soft whimper as she fell fully into the throes of her orgasm, I pushed her back down as she came, the tattered comforter barely muffling her screams.

I held her down as she shook against my pumping fingers, crying out to the point of breathlessness only to follow it with another gasp for air as the waves rolled through her until she slumped down into the bed her body quivering around my stilled fingers.

I didn't give her a chance to compose or recover , I wanted to see that again , my little monster was demanding it so I turned over , smacking her on the ass to lift her hips for me , so I could slip those cute little panes off.

Her hand tangled in my blonde hair as I slid underneath her still quivering pussy.

"Too much ...!" she began to protest, I did not listen instead I slid my tongue over her dripping outer lips, smiling at the moan that came from her.

I slipped my lips back and forth across her slick folds softly , my tongue teasing her before I sucked her clit between them , making her arch down onto my face , her breathing becoming frantic again quickly as I sucked lightly at the throbbing bundle of nerves .

She began to rock against my lips, moving her clit between them and moaning my name each time I sucked at it a little harder, making her arch above me, the view was delicious, with her breasts out because of heaving breathes, mouth open gasping for much needed air, hands gripping the worn, wooden headboard for dear life as she rode me.

The sound that came out of her as another orgasm crashed through her , I was sure would just blend into the noise of bikers partying outside , I gripped her hips holding her against my mouth sucking harder at her clit pulling every last shudder out of her until she was a sobbing mass above me.

It took her a few moments to catch her breath, and she would gasp again each time I slid my tongue, flat against her swollen, wet pussy.

The smiling redhead slid down my body slowly, molding hers with mine as her lips pulled me into a slow kiss, our tongues teasing each other, as she tasted herself on my lips.

Her hands palmed my breasts before slipping in between our bodies, I was aching to be touched by her, yearning for release as she stopped suddenly and pulled back from me.

Her eyes searching mine, wanting something.

"What do you want?" I asked , my voice honest and low.

She grinned shyly , letting her hands tease my breasts .

" Can I handcuff you again?" she asked , her tone almost pleading.





I grinned at the naughty image that flashed through my mind , and simply shook my head yes , my body tingling at the illicit act she was about to do.

Her smile was radiantly devious as she slid off of me and pulled me up to stand in front of her and grabbed the cuffs from the table .

I shivered as her free hand explored my body , over my shoulders to cup my breasts , before tugging at both my nipples making them rock hard instantly and making me gasp.

Down my stomach it slid , her nails tracing the muscles there as I fought to control my breathing, slowly she stepped behind me taking a minute to admire the tattoo that covered my back , and then she was flush against me and her nipples felt amazing on my heated skin , her exploring hand slipped back around and between my legs making me lean back into her more .

" No one has ever gotten me to cross this line ......." she whispered against my neck before biting me and sucking hard to soothe the sudden ache.

It was a luscious mix of pain and pleasure, and I moaned at the intense sensation .

" You must be very proud of yourself ." she whispered against my ear .

She wanted to control me , because I had taken hers away only minutes before and I could feel it radiating from her , a driving need for control .

So I would give it back to her temporarily.

" I told you I would get under you skin ." I taunted , knowing it would set her off.

I was spun around quickly , thrown down on the bed and handcuffed to the headboard with expert speed and skill.

I jerked against the handcuffs as she raked her nails slowly across my chest , over my nipples and gasped as she licked her way down my stomach .

Her fingertips grazed my thighs as she kissed lower , kissing lightly with a devious grin covering those succulent lips.

I was writhing under her wanting her to touch me , needing her to touch me , she slid lower her hands and fingers teasing my dripping cunt and I pushed against her lifting her up with my hips showing my urgency and tugging roughly at the handcuffs again.

Minutes of exploration turned into a moment of pure pleasure , when her tongue finally slid flatly over my throbbing clit, I was hers then , for the moment ,moaning loudly at the contact and praising her talented tongue

I didn't notice the pain in my shoulders or the bruising forming on my wrists , all that mattered at this moment was satisfaction she was finally giving me and the feel of her talented tongue .

God I had needed this , between my tempting banker and the feel of the federal agent buried between my legs , my entire body shook for her with each long slow stroke of her marvelous tongue .

This was no random experiment for the gorgeous redhead , she was slowly and expertly devouring me , making me cry out an jerk against her mouth, my hips pumping faster as I grew closer to my release . Emilee Welsh was moaning her approval at my need and responses to her , the vibrations rumbled through me adding to the sensations coursing through my body .

Spreading my legs further apart she held my knees down as she covered my entire pussy with her mouth, before sucking hard at my clit pulling it between her lips and rolling her tongue against it as she continued to suck me off , the wooden headboard didn't budge an inch as I pulled violently against it shaking , breathless and crying out as I came .

The redhead didn't relent, she sucked harder the more I pushed against her , my body arching up into her as she tried to hold me against the bed .

I was still trembling , as she crawled up my body kissing and nipping as she went smiling , proud of the job she had just done.

" Uncuff me!" I said through gritted teeth .

I was done with theses cuffs , I wanted out of them and to be able to touch her , to repay her for what she just did.





Emilee Welsh just grinned at me , a naughty , teasing grin that said she wasn't done playing with me and I glared at her jerking at the immobile cuffs again as she straddled me , settling comfortably against me the wet lips of her pussy against mine making me groan and arch under her again.

" Fucking uncuff me ....now!" I demanded again.

" Not just yet?" she purred playfully , moving slowly against me , stirring me again.

" I want to touch you ...." I trailed off as she licked the side of my neck before biting at my earlobe " You will ...after you tell me a secret? " she whispered locking onto my eyes , as she moved against me a little harder making me shudder and moan just a bit louder this time .

That caught her attention and she moved the same way again a little more determined to get the same if not more of a reaction. We began to move together in a perfect unison , each if us panting against the others lips , her question momentarily lost in the heat between us.

" Uncuff me, please ." I whispered against her ear breathlessly.

" Just one little secret?" she asked in a whisper , her hips still moving against me , wet and wonderful .

I just simply smiled and pushed back against her , not answering her .

" You feel incredible?". I said pulling against the cuffs again.

" Mmmm ......yes but stating the obvious is not a secret . " she smiled again , rubbing against me making me shudder.

" Your not the first cop I've bedded ." I said quietly .

" Doesn't surprise me ." she grinned , rubbing against me again.

" Your turn ." I mumbled .

" I watched you and Caroline that entire night in Charleston ... touching myself ....I was so turned on by you and I hadn't even met you." she confided.

Her hands began to roam again , her palms flat against my breasts as she began to grind harder into me .I shuddered under her , still pulling hard at the cuffs that were holding me in place knowing they would not give.

" Your turn." She said quietly.

It was time to shift the power in the room back in my favor , and I knew exactly how .

" I can give you Juan Carlos Vega .....on a silver platter ." I whispered against her ear .

The special agent sat up quickly , I caught the slight gasp as she stared at me making sure she had heard what I had just said.

Juan Carlos Vega, the number one drug dealer on the FBI 's most wanted list in the south , from Texas to Florida he had managed to elude them for years and now the murderous monster was invading my territory , and had in just two short years ripped off at least three of my shipments . 

I needed him gone and to avoid a bloody , public situation , and the easiest way to make that happen was to hand him over , yes rat him out and let him disappear into the system.

I could tell the beautiful redhead was beyond intrigued , she was practically salivating at the mention of such a high profile criminal .

" Juan Carlos Vega.....?" she asked , as if she needed to hear me say it again.

" Yes .......now uncuff me! " I hissed , her pelvis was still moving against me , driving me insane and I needed to be in complete control in this moment.

She moved quickly retrieving the cuff key from her pants in the corner, her eyes on mine the whole time , her mind going a million miles an hour behind those blue eyes.

Leaning over me she uncuffed me , turning to toss the key and handcuffs on the floor and pausing to look down at me .





My shoulders ached and my wrists were sore and thoroughly bruised , but it didn't matter still all I wanted was to seal this deal I was working with the beautiful federal agent.

I pulled her back down on the bed crawling up her body , letting my hands trace her curvy hips and full breasts .

" How ....I mean we have been looking for him for over a year now ." she mumbled as I kissed up her toned stomach.

" He's gone underground , you will never find him ." I whispered against her ear as I bit at the lobe pulling it between my teeth , making her shudder.

" mmmmm....how can you be sure?" she asked , gasping as I slipped my hand between her legs and slid my fingers through her soaked folds.

" I can tell you anything you need to know about him , anything at all just say so ." I whispered as I let my fingers slip back and forth over her clit .

Her breathing was changing , becoming quicker as I continued to play with her , I could see her mind was racing trying to process what I was saying and what I was doing to her body.

" I can tell you exactly when and what he is having breakfast tomorrow morning ." I teased as I slid my thigh over hers , grinding into her wet pussy , making her gasp.

" I just have to make one phone call and he is yours." I continued , my fingers teasing her relentlessly now.

" Put your fingers inside me! " she demanded , in a voice that was raspy with need.

I did as asked , moaning at the wetness that surrounded my fingers

" He could be in your custody in a matter if days .......just drop the Caroline thing ." I offered , wanting her word .

I dipped my finger just inside her , turning my hand so that my palm was flat against her throbbing pussy and I sat up , above her locking onto her blue eyes and slipped two more fingers deep inside her , she was soaked and throbbing.

" I make one phone call and you can single handedly bring down a murderous , callous drug dealer ." I offered .

Her eyes were on mine , she was listening intently to what I was saying .

" Oh fuck!" She moaned as she shook under me , her hips pumping into my hand at an almost frantic rate .

Her hand went to my wrist , pushing my fingers deeper driving them into her wet pussy as I continued to speak.

" Another accommodation for you , one more bad guy under your belt ...." I trailed off as I kissed slowly down her neck , biting at her heated flesh making her arch up into me again.

" More! " she demanded .

I slipped a third then a fourth finger into her and marveled at the change that came over her , the hand gripping my wrist held tighter as it pushed my fingers even deeper , stretching her soaked pussy even more .

" I can give you all those things ...... just take the deal ." I whispered against her ear .

Her breathing was erratic , her body arched under me , her head was turned to the side gasping for breaths faster than they seemed to come .

" Harder Jordan.  ....fuck me .....please!" she moaned .

I pulled back sitting up , I slid her hips up my thighs and held her down as my fingers picked up a more frantic pace .

Her moans bounced back and forth between gasps of more and tremors that shook her body .

" You want to , you know you do ......take the deal ......." I teased , reveling in watching the agent come undone again.

Her muscles were contracting around my fingers , she was shuddering and dangerously close and I wanted my answer .

Pushing her back down on the bed , I slid my soaked fingers out of her and slid up her body as she cried out at the loss of pleasure. Her hips were pumping up and down searching for that feeling again, her hands pulled at me wanting me to continue as I slipped between her legs , our thighs locking around the other instinctually as I ground against her , moaning at the wetness and wonderful sensation of her clit swollen and pulsing against mine .




Detained



" Your so fucking wet , does the idea of catching him turn you on that much?" I asked pumping my hips into her making her gasp louder and push back against me .

" Fuck .......yes .....! " she moaned , her hands were on my hips pulling me against her matching her rhythm , our wet flesh sliding back and forth seeking release.

" Then take the deal ...make it that much sweeter ......" I slowed down , letting my body relax and trying not to give in to the sensations coursing through me .

" If you don't your case against Caroline stalls out with me .....and this just becomes another random great fuck!" I said through gritted teeth .

I thrust harder against her , holding her to the bed as she spread her legs wider for me wrapping them around my hips as she shuddered breathlessly into my ear .

" Deal , ...it's a deal ....! " she gasped as she began to tremble .

I thrust harder , grinding against her clit before thrusting again and again, our ragged breaths matched in need , my body was humming with the feeling of her under me .

The gorgeous agent gave herself up and fell into the moment , my hands stayed at her shoulders as I picked up a faster more steady rhythm , her nails dug into my hips as she held me against her , grinding back into me making me cry out and throw my head back in abandon.

I had my answer and this suddenly wasn't about making deals anymore it was about making her come , and sealing the deal , and letting her into my secure life to get something I needed.

" Yes ...yes ....!" she began to chant breathlessly , as her body went rigid and the first wave of her orgasm hit, her inner muscles tensed in pleasure that was released in a long moan as she came .

I gave in to the feelings raging through me and continued to move against her throbbing pussy as I came in a strangled moan , gasping and shuddering over and over again , until we began to slow our movements and calm our overheated bodies .

We stayed like that for quite a while before Emilee got up and walked into the bathroom , no doubt trying to process what I had offered, before she walked back out slowly and slid across the bed .

" Tell me Jordan , tell me what I need to catch him." she asked quietly , her voice raspy and tired.

" Not before I get your word , that there will be no more investigation of Caroline .

The stunning woman stared at me a few moment, pondering what she wanted to do., and clearly wrestling with what she had already done before answering me.

" Done ." she simply said, agreeing to what I wanted.

The party outside raged on and it was well after four a.m according to the outdated digital clock on the bedside as I lay at the foot of the bed watching the gorgeous naked agent process everything I had just told her about Juan Carlos Vega .

She knew exactly what she needed to know , which was simply that I knew where he was and I could deliver him , that she just needed to say where and when and he would be hers .

She didn't need to know about the hit I had been planning for weeks, one that would have been a violent , bloody incident that I would have spends months covering up.

I needed him out of the picture to gain his territory , to give my suppliers new routes and to take away a threat to my business but I I would settle for prison for him for the time being , provided by the agent laying naked in front if me .

" What else is in it for you?" she asked softly .

"Outside of you leave Caroline alone ....you and I become lovers with secrets ." I said , with a soft smile .

Her eyes searched mine for some sort of truth in the statement .

" That's not all Jordan , but I'll take that answer for now." she chastised .

Slowly she crawled across the bed , kissing me before climbing out and stretching.

" Why do I feel like I just made a deal with the devil?" she asked playfully .

" Because that's exactly what you did , but I am a generous devil, I am letting you keep your soul ." I teased as I sat up stretching .

" How gracious of you , but ....if you want another chance at my soul I'll be in the shower ." she taunted, as she wandered off to the bathroom in the small bungalow .

What transpired between us in the small shower solidified the deal we had just struck , slow and exploratory we established a line of trust giving and taking from one another one more time before the sun began to peek through the drab blue curtains.



As I stood waiting as she put her gun back on and clipped her badge in place , I was in awe at the immediate difference in her . Her stance , her tone of voice all seemed to change behind the shiny metal ornament , she reached out and lifted both of my wrists up in the morning sunlight , letting her fingers drift gently over the now well formed bruises .

" I'm sorry about the bruises." she said honestly .

" They were more than worth it ." I smiled at her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

Emilee Welsh slipped the cuffs back around my wrists and walked me to her car needing to keep up our façade , we rode in silence yet again until we pulled up in front of the Chatham county sheriffs office .

" You do understand Jordan , that If this backfires in any way , I will come for you and I will arrest you ." she said not looking at me , but I could hear the honesty in the threat.

And just like that we were back to cop and criminal and I smiled at her , a cocky arrogant grin .

" I would expect nothing less agent Welsh." I said as I saw Becca and Bryce walking toward the car.

After a descent amount of shouting , about law enforcement protocol between my loyal sheriff and the agent , with threats from him of having her conduct brought up for review .

I waited patiently for this last ruse to play out , I wouldn't let Bryce do anything to jeopardize my plan. The agent pulled me out of the back seat and unlocked the handcuffs one last time , as she leaned in fumbling with the key , I caught the wink she gave me before pulling them off me .

" If you think I'm done with you Jordan , your wrong .....I'll see you soon ." she said her tone threatening as she walked back around to the driver side of the black Chrysler .

" I'll be counting the minutes ." I said sarcastically as I walked toward my best friend.

The minute Bryce saw the bruises he was even more livid , and the shouting match between the two cops started again.

I wondered how long this was going to take , all I wanted at the moment was to go home , have a shower and crawl into bed.

That however wasn't in Bryce's plan , once the federal agent drove away , he ushered me inside the sheriffs department to answer some questions about my being detained by her all night.

I was finally taken home by Becca a few hours later after a thousand questions from Bryce it seemed , she was still furious about what the agent had done and how she had left me bruised but I would never tell her how I got the bruises , it was a tidbit she wouldn't need to know , she would be furious with me for letting the cop in , especially someone who wasn't Bryce .

Once home to my bed I drifted off into a nice , much needed coma , my body sore and tired and in need of rest , I passed on the food Becca had tried to feed me and drifted off quietly while she lay on the couch downstairs watching television , protective and territorial as always .

It would take a few days I was sure , but the eager fed would do her job and do it well of that I had no doubt.

I chose not to tell Becca and Bryce , they would both be furious with me for what I had done, it would be a secret between Emilee Welsh and myself.

I would go back to business as usual , like it never happened , Bryce would back off of the agent, and Becca was just like me , she would go back to work with the agent being just another strange chapter of our story.

My little monster was sated for the moment, distracted from what it really wanted , my gorgeous brunette banker , something I knew it would get eventually.

She would see to that , she had all but promised that night in the restroom of the Chatham Country Club .









Three days later I was sitting behind my desk at my club when Amber walked in, a beautiful five foot nine , blue eyed blonde with a body that could stop conversations and time it seemed .

Only one thing could ever bring a man down , especially a freak like Juan Carlos Vega, and that was a woman .

And I had chosen Amber to do just that , for six weeks she had firmly embedded herself in Juan Carlos's life , getting him to fall head over heels for her , and all the while reporting back to me .

" So , did I do good baby?". She asked , as she leaned down to give me a soft kiss on the cheek before sitting down in my lap .

" You did perfect sunshine!" I beamed , and handed her an envelope full of cash out of the desk drawer .

Twenty five thousand dollars, that is what it cost me to be handcuffed to a bed and to get rid of an enemy .....worth it I think.

" Oh I was told by the fed that cut me loose after the raid ...a smoking hot redhead ". She rambled on as she dug between her full DD breasts and produced a small piece of paper, ... " she said to give this to you and only you ." she winked and climbed off my lap.

" So sexy you wanna go back to my place and play?" she asked , her hands on her hips , those amazing tits garnering much attention .

" Not tonight gorgeous " , I've got a million things to do ." I said looking at the small slip of paper .

One of them being to find Caroline and remind her once again what it is that I do and how I do it , and her not telling me that the diamonds she passed on to me were stolen was not how her and I did business.

" If you change your mind , you know where to find me ." she smiled and blew me a kiss before turning and walking out the door .

I waited until she was gone and I unfolded the tiny slip of paper slowly and smiled at the small color photo of special agent Emilee Welsh looking severe in full tactical gear, walking a handcuffed and clearly very angry Juan Carlos Vega to a waiting squad car.

In small letters scribbled in the corner of the picture were two simple words that made me smile.

"Your handcuffs."