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A Rural Town

By: A Firm Gentle Sir



The short buzz finally came. Picking up the phone, I smiled at the announcement.

"Kelly Stewart is here."

"Thanks Mary. Tell her to come in, then you can lock up and go."

I busied my hands with the paper work in front of me, glancing up as the door opened.

"You're late."

"I-I'm sorry. I had trouble finding a cab."

I looked at her then, absorbing my good fortune. Kelly Stewart, husband of James; thirty- three, five one, maybe five two, hundred five pounds give or take...

"I like the outfit."

"Y-you said the red suit I wore."

Gone was the arrogance that her beauty and station in life afforded.

"Fix me a scotch rocks. Make yourself something if you'd like."

I watched her heart shaped ass under the snug fitting skirt she wore. It was that ass and her legs that first got my attention in the courthouse. The rest of her was just icing on the cake. She had to stretch a bit to reach the scotch, drawing the red wool skirt tight. Damn she was hot. 

"Where's the kid?"

She tensed.

"At m-my Mothers."

"Good. That'll give us all the time I want."

She froze for a brief moment. I loved it.

"You take care of the other things I wanted?"

She poured the drink.

"Y-yes."

Turning, she crossed over to my desk and offered me the scotch.

"You're not drinking?"

Her dark eyes met mine. 

"I can't right now."

"Why's that?"

Her upper lip trembled.

"I took a val... some medication."

I ran my eyes over her, enjoying her discomfort as she stared at the floor. 

"Take off the jacket Kelly."

She looked at me then, wanting to say something. Then swallowing hard, slowly undid the three buttons. Her hands were small, their tips freshly shaped and colored to match her outfit. Slipping it from her shoulders, her cotton covered chest pushed forward making my pulse quicken. Folding it, she started toward the leather couch.

"You can hang it on the rack by the door. We'll be using the couch."

Shaking now, Kelly moved slowly to the door and hung her jacket. 

"While your there, get rid of the hose."

Turning to face me, she stepped free of her heels and lifted her skirt, allowing me a quick look at her pale thighs before sliding the hose off quickly. After smoothing her skirt, she started for her heels.

"No."

She looked at me.

"Unbutton the blouse."

She shifted her weight from one delicate foot to the other before reaching up and opening the first button. I let my eyes linger on her feet for a moment longer. Perfectly shaped, her toes too had been colored the same red as her fingers. Returning my gaze to her face, I wondered how much time she had spent at the beauty salon. 

"Did you enjoy your time at Renee's?"

She nodded her head.

"I didn't hear you."

"Y-yes."

"Did they do your legs for you?"

"Yes."

"And your pussy?"

I wanted her humiliation... I needed it. She squeezed her eyes shut as she shook her head.

"N-no. I did that myself."

Nodding, I watched the last button undone.

"Now the skirt."

"Can... Can I have that drink now?"

"After the skirt."

She nodded her head slowly. Fumbling with the catch behind, her chest again pushed forward. I saw a dime-sized nipple peek through her open blouse. Her breasts were larger than I had thought, possibly a C. When the skirt finally loosened, Kelly slipped it almost to her knees before stepping free. Turning, the open blouse almost covered her near perfect ass and accented her well-shaped legs. Hanging her skirt, she looked at me before padding to the bar. She poured some scotch and drained the glass before refilling it again.

"Easy. If I wanted some drunk bitch I'd go to Joe's around the corner."

I got up and moved around the desk. She stepped back when I did. Chuckling, I leaned against the edge in front of the worn oak.

"Come here."

She put the now half-empty glass on the small bar and crossed the short distance between us. She didn't even reach the top of my shoulders. Reaching out, I lifted the side of the expensive cotton that hid her from my eyes.

"Great tits...Yours?"

I saw the color fill her cheeks.

"Yes."

I cupped her right breast, circling her nipple with my thumb.

"Very nice. You didn't breast feed?"

"N-no... I couldn't."

I tweaked the tightened bit of raspberry colored skin. She tensed slightly before willing herself to relax again. 

"How'd a nice piece of ass like you end up with a shit like Jimmy?"

I saw the flash of anger in her eyes.

"He is not a shit."

She tried to relax again.

"What do you call a guy that rips off his employer?"

She inhaled deeply as I slid my hand across her soft skin to explore her other breast.

"We j-just got in over our heads is all."

"And if he hadn't fucked up, you wouldn't be here."

I knew that would hurt. I meant it to. 

"You like to fuck Kelly?"

Her right nipple was as tight as her left now and she was trembling.

"N-not like this."

I released her breast.

"You don't have to you know? You can take that cute little ass of yours, get dressed and get the fuck out of here if you want to. Let that dumb son of a bitch rot until trial. I don't to need to lower his fucking bond."

Her eyes met mine and I knew she was thinking about doing just that. Shrugging my shoulders, I straightened, making me tower above her. 

"No wait. I'm here aren't I? I did everything you told me too. I wore the suit you wanted. I didn't wear a bra. I went to the beauty salon and did everything you wanted. I-I'm going to keep my end of the deal."

I turned and looked at her. Her cheeks were starting to color again. 

"Much better. Now, where were we?"

She stepped closer and taking my hand, placed it back on her breast.

"Y-yes. I like to fuck."

Her eyes held mine as I enjoyed her tight little nipples. 

"You ever fucked just to fuck Kelly?"

She shook her slowly.

"Not even in that fancy college you went to?"

"N-No..."

She bit her lower lip, her snow-white teeth almost breaking the skin.

"You like to suck cock Kelly?"

She caught her breath before nodding slowly. I gently pushed on her shoulders and she slid to her knees. I watched her small hands fumble with the gold buckle on my belt before slipping the lizard skin through it. Then she moved her fingers to the button holding my slacks.

"Look at me Kelly. I want to see your face."

She tipped her head back slightly shaking her blonde hair, allowing it to fall back from her face as she drew the zipper down. I think she was surprised when my cock sprang free, unencumbered by any underwear. Letting my slacks fall around my ankles, she stared at my prick. Her shoulders fell as she accepted what she was about to do. She reached for the stiffening flesh that almost touched her cheek. Slowly her fingers enveloped my growing erection. She was shaking now as she looked up at me.

"You like that Kelly?"

Closing her eyes, she nodded her head. She worked her small hand up and down its length, her fingers barely reaching halfway around. I leaned forward, the lemon-sized tip touching her cheek. She turned her head slightly before her tiny pink tongue slid over the very tip. 

"Look at me Kelly."

Her eyes opened then, her surrender showing. I reached down and placed her face where I wanted it.

"Please, I'll do it. Just give me a chance."

The submission in her voice caused my prick to jerk in her hand. Slowly she opened her mouth, slipping the entire head inside. I relished her tongue as it circled the rim, occasionally probing the leaking tip. She began using both hands as her red painted lips stretched over the first few inches of my cock. When I touched the side of her hollowed cheek, she tried to take more of me inside. She gagged around my thickening shaft that filled her mouth. Shaking my head, I moved my hips back slightly. She got the message and concentrated her efforts on the first few inches that she could handle nicely.

"That's good Kelly. Now lets get started."

Shaking, she struggled to her feet. I slid her blouse off her shoulders, allowing it to collect around her waist, the sleeves almost to her hands. I moved her between the desk and myself. With out a word I laid her back on the scarred desktop. Catching the silk covering her hips in my right hand, I jerked the lace straight up. It resisted briefly before tearing at the tiny corners. 

"Nooooo... Please..."

Reaching inside her legs, I caught her behind each knee and raised them until her ass rested on the edge of the desk She started to struggle, but the blouse held her hands close to her sides. Forcing the pale flesh of her thighs wide, I admired her freshly shaven pussy. Like the rest of her, it was small, even delicate. Not much more than a vertical slash of pink, her folds slightly swollen. 

With my hands locked behind her knees, I slid to my knees before inhaling my lightly scented prize. It was more than I had ever expected. Beautiful and almost virginal, I slid my tongue along the length, lingering at the top of her slightly open folds. The tiny knot there began to swell as I flicked at it before tasting her entire sex again with the flat of my tongue. Working my mouth tightly against the moistening inner skin, I thrust my tongue deeply into the warmth inside. It was perfect, warm and smooth and so alive. Her struggling slowed as I searched as far I could before lapping at her again. As I reveled in her dampening sex, Kelly's thighs softened under my hands. Her feet soon settled on the edge of the desk, allowing my hands to enjoy the back of her thighs before slipping my finger inside. Her long, low hiss told me what I needed to know. Using my mouth, I centered my attention on that little knot at the top of her while my finger slowly opened her insides. When her hips rose ever so slightly, I slipped a second digit in. 

I wasn't sure if it was the Valium or the booze or just plain need, but she was getting almost sloppy wet now. Straightening, my thumb replaced my mouth as I curled my fingers inside up toward it. She moaned loudly. Looking down at her, I saw her as she tried to work her hands free.

"Leave your hands where they are Kel. I like you like this."

I bent to capture one of her swollen nipples in my mouth. I sucked the raspberry colored skin before lifting the soft flesh by its tip with my teeth. She cried out. After letting it slip through my teeth, I nibbled and lightly bit her other breast, reveling in her soft protests. She was close. I could feel it from inside. I could see it as the muscles in her neck. I wanted her to cum. Slipping my wet fingers free, I opened her tight folds and began rubbing her swollen clit hard. Her hips rose against my hand. Her thighs tightened. A long, low groan slipped from between her lips. I smiled down at her tightly closed eyes and slowed my play with her open and dripping pussy.

"You like that Kel? Some old bastard like me making you cum like the slut you are?"

She shook her head. I began rubbing her clit again. She tried closing her thighs. I slapped the soft flesh. She cried out and let her knees fall open. I knew she needed this as much as I did now. Filling my hand, I ran the head of my cock up and down her slippery, open folds. She rose up slightly, offering herself to me. I eased forward, enjoying the slight resistance her sex offered. She gasped as the warm tightness enveloped the first few inches.

"F-fuck me you black bastard!"

I lunged forward. 

"Gaaaaaaawd!!!"

I ground against her upturned ass. She whimpered and opened her thighs wider. I filled my hands, squeezing her breast flesh. She groaned loudly, her entire body tensing under me.

I lingered deep inside her, leaning forward and tasting her nipple. She was struggling to catch her breath...

Sheriff Nick Segan lowered the video camera and chuckled from outside the window. He knew how the rest of it would go now. Old Sam, the counties Bailiff would wait until she said it was ok and then he'd fuck the shit out of the Honorable Judge Kelly Stewart. It was like this every time her husband the Mayor would leave town. He wondered how long it had been going on? If it hadn't been for Sam's nephew Leroy needing to get off a DUI last month he would have never known...

A Rural Town Ch. 02



May Vincent saw the metallic blue Chevy slowing at the gate. Hurrying to the bathroom, she added color her lips and added a sprits of Sung. Opening the buttons on her blouse, she quickly knotted the white cotton under her breasts before sliding off her jeans and replacing them with a very short skirt. She heard the cars engine rev twice, leaving her enough time to rush to the bedroom and slip on the single strap sandals. Still running a brush through her hair, she went to the front door.

“Good Morning Sheriff.”

“Hello May, long time no see.”

She leaned in and gave the big man a kiss on the cheek. She forced a smile.

“The boy’s been sick.”

“I heard. He better now?”

“Pretty much. He went back to school today.”

He must already have known or he wouldn’t be here. She wondered how? Which one of the neighbors was watching? Did they know all of it?

Meeting his eyes, she saw light blue. It was hard to tell just what he expected.

“Want some breakfast J.D.?”

He smiled as he unbuckled the tooled leather around his waist.

“That would be you May.” 

Wrapping the belt around the holster that held the black pearl handled pistol, he placed it on the end table. May closed the short distance between them and slid her hands up and around his neck before kissing him. When she felt his hands settle on her waist, she flicked her tongue against his lips before slipping it inside his mouth. She could taste the mint mouthwash and knew he had just left home. She trembled slightly. 

“What you thinking about girl?”

She pressed her cheek against his chest and ran her hands over his shoulders. 

“You Sheriff… H-how much I’ve missed you.”

His hands moved to her bottom, testing the lightly clad flesh before slapping her ass. Knowing now wasn’t the time for talk, she began undoing the buttons on his shirt. Reaching his waist, she tugged the linen from under his belt. His arms were around her then, loosening the buttons on his sleeves. She kissed the jagged scar that crossed the right side of his chest before pushing the expensive material past his shoulders, freeing him from the expensive shirt. Moving her lips over the salt and pepper hair, she ran her nails along his arms before reaching for the silver and gold buckle that held his jeans. She felt his hands tighten on her bottom. Instinctively she slid to her knees.

“In a hurry today May?”

He looked down as his hand brushed the to long hair from her face. She looked up at him.

“N-no Sheriff.”

His eyes had paled. She forced a smile, the fear inside growing.

“J-Jerry is supposed to call this morning is all.”

She fought back the tears as his fingers moved to caress her cheek.

“How’s Ol’ Jerry doing?”

“G-good. Real good.”

She tried to focus on the task at hand, struggling with the button at the top of his jeans. 

“He up for parole pretty quick ain’t he?”

She stiffened. Somehow she had hoped… Hoped and prayed… that he would forget the date.

“Y-yes.

She lowered the brass colored closure under his now unbuttoned jeans and kissed the expanding stain on his dark cotton briefs.

“Look at me girl.”

She tipped her face up.

“You just keep doing what your told and I’ll see what help I can get for Ol’ Jerry at his parole hearing. I been taking care of things for him pretty good so far ain’t I?”

She saw the evil smile that spread across his lips and began trembling. The horrible memories of their first time together raced through her mind.

“Y-yes Sir. You know I appreciate everything you done for him while he’s been away.”

She tugged at the cotton, exposing his freak cock. Cradling the hardening flesh in her hand, she kissed the tip

“You know what a man likes May.”

She closed her eyes and began caressing the expanding tip with her tongue. His hand moved to the back of her head as he moved his hips forward. He eased the beginning of the bent shaft into her mouth and rolled his hips. She felt the spongy head touch the roof of her mouth before he began applying pressure to the back of her head. She tried to relax her throat to accept him, but to no avail. She gagged briefly and suppressed the urge to puke.

“Come on Girl, I know you can do it.”

And do it she did. Fighting the urge that tore at her stomach, she accepted the pressure at the back and then down her contracting throat. He grunted his approval and after what seemed like an eternity of him forcing the length of man flesh repeatedly into her throat, he drew back.

“My balls May… Do my balls.”

The lowering of his voice gave her warning. Lifting the thick flesh, she lapped feverishly at the tightened, wrinkled skin that held the venom that would be spilled inside her. She began stroking, her long slender fingers not quite encompassing him. Drawing one of the plum sized testicles into the warmth of her mouth, she forced her free hand explore lower. 

“Oh Yeah… G-get up here May!”

She quickly rose to her feet, not wanting to give him an excuse to hurt her. His face was hard now, his eyes blazing with that dark need she feared the most.

“Strip.”

She quickly undid the knot under her breasts, freeing them for his hands. The blouse wasn’t off before his hands covered her breasts. He was cruel, fondling and then mauling the firm, heavy flesh. She gasped at the sudden attack.

“Like that ‘eh May?”

“Y-yes…”

His mouth joined his hands now, abusing her breasts. His lips found her nipples, wetting them before nipping at the sensitive tips. Biting her lower lip hard, May Vincent pressed forward into the abuse and moaned. She knew she had to if she didn’t want it to get any worse. And she knew just how bad it could be.

His wet mouth moved over her reddened flesh to her neck. She tipped her head allowing him access. He sucked hard. She moaned again. His mouth covered hers. She drew his tongue deeply inside. 

Suddenly, he turned her away from him, pushing her shoulders downward. She caught the edge of the coffee table and quickly glancing at the mirrored wall, made sure he could see her dangling breasts. He pulled her skirt up and over her hips. She shifted her feet apart and made her self relax for the onslaught she knew was coming. His thick fingers invaded her deeply, turning and twisting; forcing the moisture from inside. When she was damp, she waited for his order. The fingers kept busy though, longer than normal and a pang of fear coursed through her. 

“Please Sheriff….”

He slapped her ass with his free hand.

“Please what May?”

“F-fuck me… Fuck me now.”

She steeled herself for what seemed like an eternity before he finally made up his mind. She felt the heated tip move up and down her sex, parting the shaved folds. She willed herself to push back against him, assuring that indeed he would take her this ways. He slapped at her bottom once more before grabbing her hips and aligning himself. He lunged forward, his voice shaking the room as he ground as deeply as he could into her. 

“Yessssss.”

Rolling his hips, he forced her insides to stretch to accommodate him. Shaking now, she began pushing back against him. Anything to get this horrible ordeal over with. He slapped at her ass before beginning to move slowly, making her endure every painful moment. His foul words began filling her ears to complete her humiliation.

“That’s a good little whore. You just fuck the mean old sheriff and he’ll make sure that worthless piece of shit husband gets out of his cage.”

He paused for a moment, running his hands over her back before locking onto her hips.

She knew he was looking at their reflection. She pushed back and rose slightly, trying to ease the pain. He chuckled, grinding against her upturned hips.

“Reach under you May and rub that pussy. I want to feel you come.”

She struggled to find her balance before reaching under her taught body. As he remained very still, she began circling the tiny knot of flesh just above his cock now buried deeply inside her. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine any one, any one but the cruel bastard now deep inside her body. She worked franticly rubbing and working her swollen clit, willing herself to cum for this man. 

“That’s it May…”

His hands slid along her sides and then over her breasts, toying with her tender nipples.

She knew she to had to wait, wait just a little longer… He pinched her nipples. She bore down hard against him and cried out.

“Y-yesssssss…”

Arching her back, she pushed back hard before gasping again. Then she willed her body to relax. His hands slid down her body now along her waist and then into the crease in front her bent frame. Tightening his grip at the top of her hips, he grunted his approval.

“That was nice May, real nice. Now it’s my turn…”

The smell of bacon still lingered in the air as May Vincent stood listening to the man who had just abused her. The coffee she held did little to remove the foul taste that lingered in her mouth. She wanted desperately for him to go so she could to get to the bathroom and scrub his vile smell from her. She forced another smile when he handed her the empty plate.

“Thanks Darlin’. You want to hear some good news now?”

She went to the kitchen, putting the plate into sink before turning to look at him.

“You know I always like good news Sheriff.”

His eyes held hers before he chuckled.

“Well, I think I can get Mayor Stewart to write a little note to the parole board for you. Would you like that May?”

It was the best news she had heard from this pig since she first met him. She hurried back into the dining room and gave him a kiss. 

“T-thank you Sheriff… Thank you!”

He patted her ass.

“You just gotta help me a little is all.”

The smile she now saw made her stomach tighten. 

“We gotta raise some money for his reelection campaign. Help insure you get that letter and all. Can you help me out?”

She looked down at the man grinning up at her.

“H-how much Sheriff?”

“He hinted at three thousand. I think I can get it for twenty five hundred.”

Hate and anger and fear tore at her insides. 

“Y-you know I don’t have that kind of money Sheriff.”

He rose from his chair and lifted her chin before kissing her on the forehead.

“You got better than a month May.”

“Twenty four days Sheriff.”

He shook his head.

“Never was much good at math.”

He smiled, but his eyes told her everything she needed to know. She wondered just what the perverted son of a bitch wanted from her now. He couldn’t do any more than he already had over the last eighteen months.

“Maybe you can go see the King brothers?”

She couldn’t. Jerry was jail because he kept his mouth shut about the King brothers. She had already asked him if she could go to them for help and he told her he’d rather sit in jail than have either one of them touch her. And that’s what it would come to. She’d have to fuck one or both of them. It would have been far better than what she had to endure from the pig that stood in front of her, yet she understood what Jerry meant. The King brothers were their ticket out of this town after Jerry got out.

“I-I can’t do that.”

Sheriff Segan nodded his head.

“I sure am sorry May.”

The chirp from his pager broke the uneasy silence that followed. May immediately went to get the phone for him. He watched her bottom as she walked away from him. He was gonna miss that ass. Returning, she dialed the number before handing it to him.

“This is Segan.”

She watched him shake his head as his features darkened.

“Be there in ten minutes.”

He looked at her.

“Look May, I got to go.”

“W-wait… C-can you help me J.D.?”

He touched her cheek. She wanted to puke.

“You know what you have to do to get that kind of money around here May.”

She looked at the floor and nodded her head.

“I can talk to Jenkins over at the All American.”

She knew what he wanted now. He was going to be her pimp.

“I’d appreciate that J.D.”

He kissed her cheek and closed the door behind him.

May Vincent spit on the carpeted floor twice before running to the bathroom…



A Rural Town Ch. 03



Sheriff Segan leaned back in his chair and listened to Deputy Lori Adams run down the summary report. There had been three arrests for drunk driving, two for trespassing at the old Gerald Home and one for disorderly conduct. He looked through narrowed eyes at the rookie policewoman.

“What was going on out at the Gerald place?”

“Some of the seniors were partying again.”

“Any one hurt?”

“Not really. The Bryan girl was taken home by David.”

Sheriff Segan chuckled.

“He ever gets caught taking her home and he’ll lose his badge.”

The redhead just smiled. Segan tried not to admire her legs now nicely exposed under the dark blue skirt she wore.

“Any one special on the DUI.s?”

“No. They had too much over at Cheetahs’”

“Damn it!” 

The big man slammed his fist hard on the desktop. Lori Adams looked at her boss. The King brothers were going to spoil his day again.

“They have to quit serving like that. How many so far this month?”

“Eight not counting the Scheffield kid. You took care of that one.”

“Yeah. That fucking David has got to learn about that shit.” 

“You told him to get tough after the thing in the paper about Cheetahs’.”

“I know, I know. But the guy has to learn some discretion.”

Lori nodded her head in agreement.

“Get me some coffee and the reports on the DUIs and the trespass. I have to do something about that damn place before some one really gets hurt.”

Lori handed him the morning summary with the rest of the reports neatly organized in a folder underneath. He avoided the view of the deep cleavage that was offered. 

“Ah Chief, when do you think I can get out and about a bit?”

It was a question that the Sheriff had grown weary of hearing. He didn’t want a female deputy. Mayor Stewart had insisted. He knew Lori had fucked him a few times while she volunteered her time during his last election campaign. Still was. That was how she ended up here. 

“Soon Lori. I need to find some one to fill your capable shoes here in the office first.”

“How about Sandy Reed? She’s been looking for work since her husband was hurt.”

Lori gave her one of her patented smiles and then included a wink.

“Sandy hasn’t had a man since Josh was hurt… Dedicated wife and all.”

He smiled at her as she rose to leave his office, her heart shaped ass swaying a bit more than usual. Staring at the closed door, he knew he had a problem. Ms. Adams had her cute little nose in everything that went on in his office, not to mention the rest of the town. And what she knew, it was a good bet Mayor Stewart did too. Even with the little tidbit he now had on the Mayors wife, if things ever got bad he stood a good chance of losing everything. He had worked to long and to hard for that. 

Looking at the reports, it hit him. He was still rolling the idea around in his head when the door opened and Lori reentered with his coffee.

“Hot and black with two sugars.”

She handed him the white Styrofoam container. 

“Sit for a minute Lori.”

It was time to offer the bait. After she settled into the chair, he leaned back in his chair. 

“I was looking at the reports and it hit me. I have to do something about Cheetahs. The Star is killing this department and the Mayor. I think I may have an idea. How’d you like to get your feet wet Lori?”

He watched the corners of her mouth twitch before she caught herself. Inhaling deeply she looked at him.

“You know the answer to that.”

“Okay. This afternoon you and I are going to pay a little visit to Cheetahs. Drift in there and have a good look around. Check for any violations, generally let the King brothers were not happy. You still interested?”

“Yes Sir.”

Then the bright smile faded.

“What’s the matter?”

She looked at the floor for a moment and then at him.

“Would you mind if I went home and changed? This uniform… Well the skirt is for the office and…”

Sheriff Segan raised his hand and chuckled.

“No problem. I’ll hold down the fort while you go change.”

Lori Adams was on her feet and opening the door before she stopped and turned to face him.

“Thank you Sheriff. I won’t disappoint you.”

Rising, he smiled broadly. 

“I know you won’t Lori.”

After the door closed, he picked up the phone.

Jose “Joe” King hung up the phone and looked at his brother Juan. 

“What that fucker want?”

“He’s getting some heat about the place again. Nothing he can’t handle, but he wants us to do him a little favor.”

“What now?”

Joe didn’t like the Sheriff. Juan absolutely hated him.

“You know that redhead he got stuck with? Lori something or other?”

Juan looked up from the money he was counting.

“Yeah... Big tits... Great ass... A real bitch I hear.”

“Well she getting a little to nosy about the good Sheriffs business.”

Juan shook his head.

“Why don’t he just can her ass?”

“Can’t. She was fucking the Mayor. Probably still is.”

“And what’s he want us to do about it?”

Joe smiled.

“We’re going to try and stick her in here undercover.”

“What the fuck?”

“Take it easy. We got to play this thing just right. We need him a lot more than he needs us.”

Juan didn’t like it, yet he knew Joey was right. Segan let them run their little side business and didn’t ask for much. For a few bucks and some occasional pussy, he came pretty cheap. Still he had to wonder what would happen if the ass hole ever knew how much they made on the other “things”.

“So what we gonna do?”

“They’ll be here in a couple of hours. Clean up the back room, make sure the there’s a few violations in the kitchen and in the bar.”

“That it?”

“No. You got to get cleaned up a little too. Your gonna walk the bitch around and play a little game with her. When she starts whining about money, you give her a few bucks and offer her a “part time” job at the club. Segan will make sure she’s looking. In a few weeks, we turn her out.”

Juan laughed. 

“That you or the Sheriff?”

“Him. I hope that fuck never gets pissed at us.”

Juan met his older brother’s eyes.

“What about the Jerry thing?”

“I didn’t ask. Don’t have to. He said it would be taken care of.”

“How do you stand that son of a bitch?”

“It’s business little brother. One hand washes the other. Now get started and tell Tina I need to see her.”

Joe King watched his brother collect their profits and lock them in the safe before exiting the office. He pressed the left button under his elegant desk. A large panel rose, exposing the monitors from the cameras he had scattered through out the club. Taking the remote, he located the dressing room and transferred the image to the center 32” screen. He watched the door open and Juan enter. He crossed the screen and leaned over to talk to Tina. Their half-sister got up immediately and exited the room. 

He noticed Juan looking at the new girl. He wasn’t surprised when he saw him hand her the small, brown tinted vial. What did surprise him was when Juan bent over and kissed the dark haired beauty. He hoped Juan hadn’t taken a special liking to this one. The last time that happened, there was trouble. It cost them a lot of money to have the problem eliminated and Joey didn’t need that to happen again. The knock on the door brought his attention back to the problem at hand.

“In.”

Tina opened the veneer-covered steel and entered the office.

“Yeah Joey?”

“Come in. I got a few things for you to do.”

The caramel skinned woman moved past the chairs and perched on the edge of the desk next to him. Dropping left leg over her right knee, she leaned back on her hands. Her full lips pouted.

“Yes Dear Brother?”

The pose wasn’t lost on Joe. He admired the gold ring she wore in the center of her pearl white tipped toes as her heeled foot rocked slowly.

“The new girl ready?”

“If we can ever get Juan away from her she is. He cost us at least two-hundred last night.”

“We have another problem first. The Sheriff is coming by in a couple of hours. I want you to have her in back after the Sheriff shows.”

Tina’s dark eyes clouded. 

“She isn’t ready for him Joey.”

“I wasn’t thinking her.”

She caught her breath. 

“No Joey, not him again.”

Her words contradicted her passion filling eyes.

“Who said anything about fucking him? He’s bringing that new Dep in here for an inspection. I just want you to put on a little show with Emilla when he gets here. We’ll watch from here.”

Tina straightened on the desk edge, her hardening nipples denting the thin red silk blouse.

“And what if I’m not in the mood to eat pussy... Daddy?”

Joey looked up and saw it in her eyes. Tina was more than a little aroused. 

“Then we’ll just have to get you in the mood.”

He watched her usually sharp features soften. With enameled fingers, she tugged at the ends of her jet-black hair as the tip of her tongue traced her pink stained lips. 

“P-please Daddy, I don’t want to…”

He rose from his chair before letting his hand settle on her left knee. Turning her face away from him and uncrossing her legs, she offered no resistance as he parted her thighs. 

He ran his nails lightly along the inside of her thighs, enjoying the red material between there top.

“Do I have to spank my favorite little girl?”

He pinched the soft flesh near the red satin that covered her sex noting the slightest darkening that had started there. She looked up at him, widening her almond shaped eyes. Her full lips trembled.

“Please don’t make me Daddy.”

The dark brown moistened under her long lashes.

“Go get Daddy’s paddle.”

Trembling, she slid off the desk's edge. Shoulders dropping, Tina crossed her hands in front of her and focused on the carpeted floor. Taking very small steps, she padded to the door and locked it. Moving past the images moving on the wall, she knelt in front of them and opened a black Formica covered drawer. After reaching inside she turned to look at him over her shoulder. A single tear slid down her cheek.

“P-please Daddy…”

“Bring it here Tina.”

She slowly rose. Turning to face him, Joe King was surprised to see the long, three-inch wide polished oak she had chosen. His stomach tightened, knowing now exactly what she wanted. Moving slowly toward him, he could hear her soft crying. Extending his hand, she slipped the leather loop that passed through the rounded handle over his wrist. 

“Take off your blouse Tina.”

Her head snapped up.

“Oh please Daddy… Don’t make me take off my clothes… Please Daddy.”

Joey held her tear filled eyes.

“Do you want me to call your brother to help Tina.”

Dropping her head, her shoulders shook as the tears fell freely.

“N-no Daddy.”

“Then do as you’re told Tina.”

She stepped back, the red silk parting as she undid each button slowly. Then turning away from him, he watched the material slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. Her head tipped up and her shoulders squared as she inhaled deeply. Then her hands moved to her waist, thumbs slipping into the red satin tee back He could hear the slow release of breath as she slid it off her hips, down her thighs and past her knees before letting it fall to join her blouse. 

“Turn around Tina.”

“P-please Daddy.”

“Now!”

She did, trying to hide her breasts with her arm crossing her chest and the other hand pressed tightly between her thighs. She stepped tentatively from the discarded coverings.

“Put your hands down Tina.”

She turned her eyes away from him before letting her hands fall to at her sides. Joe King admired his half-sister. Her breasts were still firm, their dark, dime sized nipples standing proudly from her quivering breasts. Her narrow waist showed the time she spent keeping herself in shape. If not for the neatly trimmed dark strip of hair above her swollen folds, she’d look like she was fifteen again. 

“Bend over the desk.”

Trembling, Tina moved to the front of desk and wrapped her fingers on the edge before bending at the waist. Joe King moved behind her before pressing her shoulders closer to the polished walnut. Her breasts hung lower now, her erect nipples almost touching the top of the desk. Stepping to the right, he lifted the long polished wood above his shoulder. He brought it down hard across the width of her wonderful ass.

Keerackk! 

The sound excited him almost as much as the way her entire body stiffened. He could feel the stirring in his loins as she willed herself back into position. Waiting until her legs and ass softened before raising the paddle again, he swung harder this time again, catching her just below the long, deepening red welt he just created.

Keeeraaack!

Tins rose up on her toes, the muscles in her long legs defining themselves under her near perfect skin. She was shaking now, her face turned toward the low ceiling. Her dark, trembling hair almost hid the strength in her straining neck. Slowly exhaling, he watched the tension ease from her body. She lowered her head and then offered her bottom again.

Joe King licked his lips. He admired her strength, just as he always had. He also understood her need. Raising the three-inch wide wood once more, he brought it down viciously against the soft flesh just below the cheeks of her now bruising bottom.

Keeeerrraaackk!!!!

She screamed this time. The high-pitched wail burst from somewhere deep inside her. Her entire body knotted in pain while her hands clutched the edge of the desk. Her breasts quivered between her straining arms. Her mouth kept moving, yet no sound slipped from her lips. He fought the urge to touch her. 

And then she relaxed, lowering her body over his desk. Laying her cheek on folded arms, he watched the tears fall freely. Dropping the paddle,. He wanted to comfort her as he had in the past. Yet he dare not. He waited, struggling with the need that now filled him. 

Slowly, her breathing became more regular. When he saw a sated smile tug at her lips, he moved quickly to her. Kissing her shoulder, he gently brushed her hair from her tear stained cheek. 

“Mmmm… Thank you Joey.”

“I-It’s ok now. I’m here now.”

He kissed her shoulder again, his hand stroking her hair.

“That feels so nice Joey. I like it when you touch me like that.”

His mouth moved to the middle of her back. Lightly his hands moved to her shoulders. With fingers spread, he caressed the soft skin. He trembled as she filled his senses. She was so soft and beautiful. His lips trailed along the curve of her spine, the tip of his tongue leaving a wet trail behind. As he neared her bottom, she raised her hips. Joey King blew softly on his sister’s crimson and bruising skin and then kissed an unblemished area. She sighed.

He continued exploring his half sister. Kissing and touching and tasting. There would be no interruptions. No one bursting through the door and calling them names. Not now, not ever again…   



A Rural Town Ch. 04



“Black coffee, two sugars.”

Sheriff Segan took the large cup from Joe King.

“Thanks. Who’s the new girl?”

“You like that ‘eh?”

“She looks a little young.”

“Just in from El Salvador. We got all the paperwork in order.”

The good Sheriff tasted the steaming brew.

“Very nice. Imported.”

They both laughed.

“So where’s this gonna happen?”

“Monitor six… back of the kitchen.”

Segan looked away from the center screen where the girl was undressing and found monitor six. The camera showed the back door and dumpster area for Cheetahs.

“You have to watch your garbage?”

Joe King smiled.

“Employee theft Sheriff, you can’t trust anyone these days.”

The older man shook his head. Scanning the other monitors, he saw Deputy Lori Adams looking through a storage area and Juan admiring her ass when she bent to inspect a lower shelf.

“She’s a looker. You think she’ll bite?”

“She’s been itching to get out in the field. Even had the Mayor call to check on her progress last week. If Juan plays his cards right, she’ll bite.”

The Sheriff turned his attention back to the dark haired girl. She was nude now except for the tiny sky blue satin thong that rode high on her hips and was barely visible between the cheeks of her ass. He was waiting for her to turn around so he could get a good look at her tits when he saw the door open. Tina entered the dressing room. Sheriff Segan smiled softly. He was going to have that one again in the near future. Going back for seconds was something he never did, even if the girls never knew who he really was. Yet, he had some unfinished business with Tina.

“Why she wearing slacks Joe?”

“I fired the bartender that was on last night. Tina’s working the bar until we find a replacement.”

The Sheriff watched the two women as they chatted and Tina helped her with make up. 

“Thanks… I can put that in the report.”

“Thought you might appreciate that.”

Tina turned the younger woman to face the mirror as she helped apply the make up. Segan thought she looked damn near perfect with out it. Her dark eyes were round above high cheekbones. Her lips were thinner than Tina’s, yet the red outlined in a the darker shade of crimson made them appear fuller. Unlike the woman standing at her side, her skin was pale, almost snow white. She had no tan lines. Her breasts were full, their large, dusty pink nipples high indicating her youth. Tina’s slender fingers cupped her right breast. 

“There they go Sheriff.”

Segan turned his attention to monitor six. Lori had exited through the door that Juan held open. After she declined a cigarette, the dark haired man lit one for himself. They chatted for a bit before Lori smiled and removed her cap. Sheriff Segan noted that either she was a damn good actress or the Mexicans oily charm was having some effect. He smiled when Juan reached across the short distance between them and slipped some folded cash into her shirt pocket. He thought Lori actually blushed.

“You get that?”

“Sure did.”

“I want the tape when you send my package over to the All American.”

“Agreed.”

He looked at the large center monitor again and sighed. Tina had the girl’s face turned toward her as she kissed her, her hands fondling the younger woman’s tits.

“It’s a damn shame I won’t be able to enjoy the rest of that?”

“Don’t worry about it J.D., I’ll tape it for you and send both tapes.”

“Thanks.”

He watched the panel slowly drop over the eleven glowing images before looking across the desk at the elder King brother. Joe King was smiling softly… 

Judge Stewart shut off the tape. She didn’t need to see any more. Some one or more accurately, some thing had taped her little session with Sam. She had found the evidence in a small bag on the driver’s seat of her Lexus when she had gone out for lunch. Tied in red ribbon, the attached note said to call at exactly four. 

She thought that it was her husband sending her something to explain what little adventure that he wanted to try next. The man could talk to any one, whether it be one or a one hundred people, yet he could not explain the little games he expected to keep their sex life “fresh” as he liked to call it. 

She found the pirated scenes from porno movies exciting at first. They certainly had expanded her limits. Yet now, he needed the role-play to get and maintain an erection. She hated his refusal to get some help for the problem. Viagra was out due to his heart condition and he refused to discuss it with their Doctor. Unfortunately, the tape she had just seen was not part of their little game. He would never share her, even when she suggested it. He was too possessive and used this very scenario to make his point. “What if some one wanted to blackmail us?” She shook her head. Sam would never do it. They both had to much to lose. Who then? And how did they find out? Looking at the small clock on her desk, she only had about three hours to figure it out… 

Retired Deputy Fred Jenkins looked past the scarred orange Formica on the reception desk. The woman exiting the raggedy green pick up had to be her. Glancing at the clock, he noted she was right on time. That son of bitch Segan had her for sure. Nice looking little piece this one. She paused, looking the place over for a minute before she noticed him watching. Tucking her small purse under her arm, she started for the office under the old neon sign. He always liked watching them come to the office. It was like they never saw the place before, even though it had been around for years. Likely as not, she had been here before. Most had. Whether it was for a little “afternoon delight” while their husband or wife was working or when the kids got tired of the back seats, they almost always ended up at the All American.

This one was needed twenty-five hundred. That’s what Old J.D had said. Fred knew that meant a more than a weekend. Segan was pretty much finished with her or she wouldn’t be here. The money she needed was pocket change to the Sheriff. She was here for other reasons. That left the door open for some other little goodies if she was willing. He’d have to wait and see. 

She tried to smile as she opened the door, the small bell announcing her arrival.

“Afternoon Ma’am. What can I do fer ya?”

How he loved this little game.

“I-I’m looking for Mr. Jenkins.”

“You must be May.”

“Y-yes Sir.”

He let his eyes run slowly up and down. She swallowed hard.

“Right on time. I like that.”

He liked the way the blouse was knotted under her tits exposing the pale skin between them. Nice belly too, hard and smooth. A little thin in the legs. Fred Jenkins preferred a woman with a little more meat on her bones. Guess he should be grateful though, she wouldn’t piss on him if she didn’t have too. Returning to her eyes, he smiled. She forced a smile in return. 

“You ever do this before?”

He ran his tongue over his lips.

“No.”

“Sheriff tell ya how it works?”

She shook her head.

“Go over and lock the door. Turn the gone to lunch sign ‘round.”

He rolled his chair down the incline before stopping at the corner of the desk. He always liked the look they got when they saw him in the chair. Made ‘em feel safer.

“What’s the matter, you never seen a man in a wheel chair before?”

He bit off his words, wanting to scare her a bit. 

“No… I mean yes Sir…”

She was flustered now. He liked the color that started in her cheeks.

“Well lock the fucking door and turn the god damn sign around. You think we gonna talk business out here in the lobby?”

She started to say something, then thought better of it. When she turned to do as he asked, he rolled toward the door that led to his apartment. Bumping into the stainless steel plate at its base, he looked over his shoulder at her as it banged against the inside wall.

“Well come on Girl, we ain’t got all day.”

He entered his living area and settled across from the old couch. He liked putting them there when they talked. The thing was shot and they kinda sunk down some allowing him a real good look at their legs. She peeked in the open door.

“Well come on in and sit your ass down.”

She did, slowly.

“I hope you move better than that this week end or I’ll have ‘em beating on my door wanting their money back. And that only happens once Girl and your out on your ass. You got that?”’

She winced at his words.

“Yes Sir.”

She must be in some real trouble. They damn near never called him Sir. 

“How much you looking to make?”

Time to turn the knife a little.

“T-twenty-five hundred?”

“Jesus H Christ Girl! You know what you got to do to make that? That’ll take you three… four week ends at fifty a pop.”

The tears welled in her eyes. 

“Then there’s my cut and I’ll have to tell the one of the other girls to take some time off and be on that gawd damned radio most the fucking night drumming up business… Fucking J.D!!!”

She was crying now. He liked it when they cried.

“Now, now, now. Dry up them tears. Ain’t nothing I ain’t done before…”

“Y-you don’t understand… I only have one, two weekends at the most…”

That he didn’t know. This might be easier than he thought.

“Can’t be done. Most our trade comes off the interstate: Truckers and such. You’d have to be here most the week and both week ends and even then…”

“P-please Mr. Jenkins… Jerry… My husband is up for parole… And Sheriff Seagan can help… Please…”

He nodded his head. Got ya you dumb bitch.

“Well I dunno… There’s Rogers and his kid… But I don’t think…”

She looked up.

“I-I’ll do anything. Please Mr. Jenkins...”

“You sure about that? I know a guy… Well you know, he’s got some…”

He paused for effect.

“Unusual tastes. Likes to take pictures and such.”

She wiped away the tears and stared at him as he talked.

“You mean Dill Rogers and his father?”

He nodded his head.

“The boys kinda simple and all. His Pa wants some one to take care of his needs that can be understanding and such.”

“A-and the other one?”

“He pays real good.”

He watched her eyes.

“You might wanna think about him ... He can be pretty … ah… different.”

The young woman nodded her head. He couldn’t be any worse than Segan.

“H-how much?”

“Rogers is good for four, five hundred maybe. Ham, double that if you play your cards right.”

“W-when?”

“We can get the Rogers kid over here any time. I’m gonna have to get a hold of Ol’ Ham though.”

“Okay.”

She looked at him. The weathered face told her there was more. He held her eyes for a minute before looking at the clock. He still had better than an hour before she had to be out of there.

“Now I got to be able to tell them something more than you a good looking girl May.”

He smiled then, the yellowing grin splitting his unshaven face. With out a word, she struggled off the old couch. His eyes followed her hands to the knot under her breasts. 

Quickly undoing the white cotton, she slipped it off her shoulders.

“Them is some real nice titties Gal. Come on over here and let Ol’ Freddie get a good look.”

She stepped in front of the wheel chair. His eyes never left her exposed breasts as he first locked the wheels and then dropped the sides of chair. 

“Come here Girl.”

She had to hike up her skirt before straddling the chair. His hands found her bottom.

“Nice… real nice.”

He tasted one of the wide nipples now just inches from his face before feeling her hands on his shoulders. Leaning forward, she allowed the old man to enjoy her breasts, the stubble on his face scratching the soft skin. She tightened when his fingers slid lower on her bottom, his fingers searching the crease of her bottom. 

Closing her eyes, she remembered Jerry and how he loved to have her like this, straddling him on a chair. She pulled the old mans face against her breasts and bent slightly at the waist allowing him easier access to her.

Fred Jenkins focused his attention on her tits for a bit. The firm flesh was scented with rose. Fresh and clean this one was, not like the other twenty-dollar whores he had to be happy with. He sucked as much of her warm flesh as he could into his mouth, feeling her hands tighten against the back of his head. Just be gentle Fred… they always were a lot more willing if he did that. After Segan, they appreciated that. There’d be time for the serious fun later.

Her ass was hard under his hands, the muscles tight as she maintained her balance. The old man began nursing her other nipple now, his fingers slipping under the silk and between her ass cheeks.

She stiffened when he touched the opening he found there. Tipping his face up and away from her now wet flesh, he grinned.

“Reckon we should see what kind a cock sucker you are before we get to the other things Gal.”

She nodded before stepping back. Puzzled on which way would be easier, she paused for a minute.

“Don’t be shy now Gal. You get the rest of them clothes off so Ol’ Fred here can tell the others just what they’re paying fer.”

She wasn’t going to cry. She had done all the crying she ever intended to. Reaching behind her, she undid the metal hook and lowered the zipper. Letting the skirt fall around her feet, she started to slip off her heels.

“No, no… You keep them heels on. Let’s see that pussy now.”

May Vincent looked at him. The retired Deputy was staring at the small white silk still covering her sex. He was just another man that was going to use her, crippled or not. Inhaling deeply, she slid her last remaining covering off her body and stood in silence.

“Damn Girl…”

She stepped out of the small pile of clothing and moved to the side of the chair. His hand slid between her thighs. She parted her legs. For the next several minutes she thought of her husband Jerry as this old man touched her, exploring the soft flesh. His touch was gentle, like that of her husband. So different from the cruelty she had known since his leaving her alone with their son. When his fingers parted her folds, she began to tremble. He ran his fingers through the dampening skin, lingering on her clit. As he began the familiar circling of the sensitive bud, she found herself pressing down against his hand.

No words broke the silence. Just his touch, bringing back the long dead need. When he finally slid a single digit inside, the young woman groaned. Edging forward, she felt the cool metal of the spoked wheel against her knee. His mouth touched her breast. His free hand cupped her other breast. She leaned into him. One finger became two, gently opening her. She felt the heat building inside. The fingers moved slowly, sometimes curling searching for the place that no man had ever found except Jerry. She gasped when he touched it now. He lingered there, pressing against it. She ground into his hand.

She was a hot one; that was for certain. Warm and wet and tight, he sucked her tit harder. She gasped, her insides tightening around his two fingers as she pulled his face tight against her breasts.

“Oh Gawd!”

He found her hard little clit with his thumb and rubbed gently. The warmth washed over his fingers, trickling into his palm. She stood next to him, crouched slightly with his hand buried between her thighs. He nipped the hardened skin of her nipple.

May Vincent opened her eyes and remembered where she was and who touching her. She pulled away. The tightening of his expression told her she had done wrong.

“What’s the matter Honey? You didn’t think I forgot what a girl like you needed now did you?”

She shook her head and returned to his side. He ran his finger through her parted and wet folds.

“That’s some sweet pussy May. Shame we ain’t got time for me to enjoy it some more.”

He was loosening his stained slacks.

“But that’s ok fer now.”

He slid the zipper down slowly.

“Help me with these girl.”

He grabbed the steel rings outside his wheels and lifted his hips. She leaned forward and began struggling with his dirty, beige slacks.

“I’ll get a hold of the Rogers kid’s pa.”

She stared at the red and blue boxers, his slender prick pushing through the wide snapped material. Kneeling next to his chair, she slipped her fingers around the hard shaft with the angry red tip. He reached out and filled his right hand with her breast.


“Now you remember, you got to treat that boy real nice. You can’t be getting scared of him ya know.”

He gasped as she filled her mouth with him.

“If’n you do, he gets all excited and fergets what his Pa tells him.”

She pushed her hand inside the stale smelling boxers and cupped his warm balls. 

“Oh yeah… That’s real nice May.”

She had no difficulty with this man’s size. She gently squeezed the warmth in her hand as she bobbed her head up and down the entire length of the male flesh. The bitter taste was already leaking into her mouth.

“Now tomorrow I want ya hear ‘bout ten… Give us a little time together before Ol’ Dill gets here.”

Her insides tightened. 

“I want to bring something real sexy for me.”

His fingers tightened on her nipple.

“Just jeans and a shirt like today f-for the boy.”

She felt him swelling inside her mouth.

“H-hard … Suck it harddddd…”

She felt the slight contraction in her hand as her mouth was filled with the bitter tasting semen flooding from his cock. She tried to hold it in her mouth, but he kept cumming, forcing her to swallow the foul, thick fluid. She felt his hand leave her breast and press against the back of her head. She continued nursing at the slowly deflating shaft.

“”Damn May… That’s so fucking good….

She tried not to listen.

“I-I can’t wait until tomorrow girl…”

Judge Kelly Stewart looked at the phone and then at the clock. She wasn’t sure. If she called right on time, that would signal she was afraid. If she were too late, would they still be where ever to answer? Four oh five. She dialed the number.

Deputy Fred Jenkins looked at the cheap cell phone and then the clock. Bitch was late. She was playing some kind of game. He let it ring.

Kelly began counting now. Was it five or six? It rang again and then again.

“Your late Bitch.”

The voice had been electronically altered.

“I-I’m sorry. I had some one in the office.”

“Don’t let it happen again or the whole fucking world see’s the county Judge sucking some niggers cock three days after her husband knows.”

“Anger or fear? She wasn’t sure.

“I-I’m sorr..”

“Ten thousand. Small bills. Understand Bitch?”

She was angry now.

“Yes.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow at five. You answer the fucking phone or the deal is off.”

“Okay….”

And wear that red suit. You look good in red.”

The other end went dead. Judge Stewart looked at the clock on her desk yet didn’t see it.

What the hell was she going to do?



A Rural Town Ch. 05



Sheriff Segan looked up from the report.

“Looks good Lori. When you go home tonight, I want you to give Ol’ Juan a call and tell him you over heard I was going over to the All American in the morning. Tell him you didn’t get it all, but you listened after I got a call from a woman you never heard of before. You think there might be something going on.”

Her green eyes danced as she nodded her head in agreement.

“Thanks again Sheriff. I can’t tell you how…”

He held up his hand.

“Now don’t go getting to excited. There’s still a long way to go. All I did was open the door for you. You have to do your part now. The success of this little deal depends on you.”

He took two of the hundred dollar bills off the report and handed them to her.

“You might need to get some clothes or something…”

He handed them across the desk.

“… and while I’m in Court this morning, you write a new report and change the bribe amount on the report to three hundred. The department budget can’t handle the extras you might need, so this’ll be our little secret.”

He was surprised that she didn’t question him as she slipped the money into her breast pocket.

“Yes Sir.”

“Go on now, I have to review this case before going in front of Judge Stewart.”

“T-Thanks again…”

“Git!”

He chuckled. She smiled and left the office. Picking up the Townsend file, he glanced at the clock. This would be the first time he would see Judge Stewart since she knew that some one had the video. Slipping the original report from Lori into the file, he put both into his briefcase. Some days were just better then others…

May Vincent drove the old green pick-up toward the All American Motel and thought about Dill Rogers. She remembered him from high school. His father owned the biggest farm in the county. That was the only reason he stayed in school. Well, that and to play football. He’d be there most of the time during football season and then slowly disappear after the season ended. Years of work on the farm added a lot of muscle to his six-foot plus frame. He never said anything, just nodding his head if anyone tried to talk to him. Some said he was learning disabled, most said he was just retarded 

She had actually met him once in her junior year. Some guy in typing class had not realized Dill was standing behind him when he started making fun of him. The kid had just said what a dumb ass he was when Dill wrapped his massive arms around his arms and chest. The guy was white as a ghost before three of Dills teammates finally got Dill to let him go. The kid never did come back to school, transferring to Lakeland thirty miles away. During the melee, Dill had dropped a small wooden box. May had picked it up as the teacher sent Jerry to the office for help and Dill was led off by his teammates. She hid it in her purse not saying anything to anybody, including Jerry. Later that day, she saw Dill sitting on the wooden bench outside the main offices and returned the box to him.

She never forgot the way he looked at the box and then at her. Looking at the floor, he struggled with his words.

“T-th-thank…”

His entire body tightened.

“Th- than-ank… Y- you.” 

He looked up at her and smiled. Then Jerry was pushing her away, telling her in a harsh whisper she should stay away from the freak. After that, she would catch Dill looking at her every so often, but he always looked away from her when she did. When the season was over, Dill slowly disappeared. She and Jerry had gotten married that summer when she found out she was pregnant and never did get back to school. Now she was on her way to fuck Dill and that prick Jenkins…

“Dammit Glen, I told you noon?”

“Take it easy Fred, you know how the boy gets when he knows you called.”

Fred Jenkins looked past the tall man and saw the kid sitting on the back of the flat bed truck. Gawd he was huge. He knew there’d be nuthin left of the bitch once he got done with her.

“Why don’t you go on over to the Till’s and get some breakfast?”

“Already did that. Dills been after me since six this morning.”

Fred Jenkins looked at the clock. She’d be here any minute.

“Come on Glen, I ain’t even had a piece of this yet.”

The tall mans eyes darkened. 

“What kinda game you playing here Fred?”

The former Deputy looked up at Glen Rogers and knew he’d fucked up. This man could make life miserable real quick. He knew you didn’t play with his boy and you certainly didn’t fuck with him.

“I’m s-sorry Glen…”

Then he saw the green pick-up turn in the gravel lot. 

“I’ll be dammed, she’s here already!”

The tall man looked over his shoulder and then back.

“That her?”

“Yes Sir, She’s…”

He fell silent under the harsh glare now pointed in his direction.

“I’ll take it from here Fred.”

The motel owner and retired Deputy looked up and forced a smile.

“T-that’ll be fine Glen.”

He turned his char and rolled to the back of the desk.

“Give the boy and her number three. I remember you always liked that room yourself.”

He smiled as he handed Dills father the key.

“Then you won’t mind if I give her the money too?”

Fred Jenkins swallowed hard.

“N-not at all Glen, monies hers anyways.”

“Why thank you Fred.”

Glen Rogers took the key and headed out of the small lobby and towards the green pick-up…

May saw Dill sitting on the bed of the red and black truck. Stopping, she looked at him and then the office. A tall, lean man was just leaving and looked directly at her. Touching the rim of the hat he was wearing as a greeting, he pointed toward the long row of room doors. Waiting until he stopped, she eased the old truck in his direction. Dill was looking at her and then at the man. May was pretty sure he must be his father. Parking, she opened the door.

“Good Morning.”

She looked at the weathered face smiling in her direction.

“Good Morning.”

“You must be the young Lady that has an appointment with my son.”

“Mr. Rogers?” 

“Yes Ma’am.”

She got out of the truck, collected her small purse and forced the door closed behind her.

“I’m…”

She hadn’t thought about this, actually having to introduce herself. 

“M-Ma- Maaay.”

She turned to see Dill standing near the end of her truck.

“Hi Dill.”

She smiled. He looked at the ground, pushing at some gravel with the toe of his boot.

“May is it?”

She turned back to his father.

“Yes Sir.”

“Glen Rogers.”

Stepping forward, he extended his hand. She took it 

“Dill…”

He tossed the younger man the key to the room.

“I need to talk to the Lady for a minute. You don’t mind do you?”

Dill Rogers shook his head and after looking at the key, moved towards room three. He didn’t look at her or his father before slipping inside.

“How do you know my son young lady?”

She looked at Dills father. He wasn’t quite as tall as his son and a lot thinner, but he showed years of hard work in his hands and face. He wore a pale blue shirt that brought out the warm color of his eyes.

“I went to school with him.”

The older man tipped his hat back on his head.

“Your last name Klien?”

“Used to be, before I was married.”

The man shook his head.

“I’ll be damned. Funny how things work out.”

“Sir?”

“Makes no never mind to me, none of my business.” 

He cleared his throat.

“I was told you need five hundred for your time and ahh… understanding.”

The way he now looked at her made her stomach lurch. 

“That’s what Mr. Jenkins told me.”

“What else he tell you?”

“He just tried to explain about Dill and how he can get excited.”

He held her eyes.

“The boys gentle as a lamb and you should know that. It’s just some of the gals in the past say things and then he gets excited and…”

He fell silent and shook his head.

“Wasn’t his fault you know.”

He looked at her.

“That damned Doctor when he was born…”

He turned away from her. May Vincent knew to well his frustration and anger at not being able to control the things that happen in your life. She wondered if this man was ever scared. 

“I-I’ll have him call later. He’ll be okay with me.”

“You sure Ma’am?”

“Yes.”

She saw the question in his eyes before he reached for his wallet.

“That can wait Mr. Rogers.”

She turned away and headed for the room, not looking back as she opened the door. 

“Dill?”

She closed the door and took a minute to let her eyes adjust to the darkened room. The drapes were tightly closed. She saw the light shining from under the closed bathroom door. Moving to it, she tapped lightly.

“Hello Dill.”

The light went out and the door opened slightly.

“H-hel-hello M-M-May.”

She couldn’t see much in the darkness.

“You gonna come out here and see me?”

The door eased open.

“How have you been Dill?”

She reached toward the dark figure in front of her. He pulled away when she touched him.

“It’s okay Dill.”

She reached again, finding his arm. Lowering her hand, she found his.

“Come in here with me.”

She felt his large hand swallow hers, his work toughened fingers gently closing. Looking toward the lighter part of the room where the drapes closed out the sun, she edged forward until she found the bed. Settling on its edge, she guided him next to her.

“I want you to sit here next to me.”

The bed sagged to the left as he sat.

“Thank you for remembering me.”

He squeezed her hand gently.

“You told your father about me too. That makes me fell special.”

He rose and started to move away from her. She held his hand.

“Don’t be afraid Dill.”

She sat there for a minute, holding the hand of the dark shape in front of her. Standing, she moved his hand to the side and moved close. Bringing his hand around her waist, she pressed against him.

“I want you to hold me Dill.”

She felt him inhale deeply.

“Hold me Dill.”

Releasing his hand, she slid her arms around him, resting her cheek against his chest. She felt the warmth through his shirt and then his hands as they touched her shoulders. Slowly they moved around her.

“Mmmm, that’s nice Dill.”

She stood there, pressed against him and listened to his breathing become shallow. Then she turned her face up.

“Do you want to kiss me Dill?”

She felt a new tension in him.

“It’s okay Dill, I want you too.”

She rose on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the mouth. His lips were tightly closed.

She kissed along his jaw line and then his neck.

“Relax Dill.”

She moved her mouth to his again, flicking the tip of her tongue against his lips. He trembled.

“Open your mouth just a little.”

She kissed him again, this time slipping her tongue between his lips. She gently explored the inside of his mouth until he began kissing her back slowly, his tongue moving against hers. In just a few minutes, she had his tongue in her mouth. Her fingers moved down the front of his shirt, loosening the buttons before she slid her hands inside. His skin was smooth, his flesh hard. She felt his excitement growing as she broke the kiss and moved her mouth down his throat and onto his chest.

“I like the way you feel Dill. You smell good too.”

His hand moved to her shoulders again. She brought her mouth up to his. He kissed her, firmly, deeply. She eased away from him, the understanding and sympathy she felt now becoming something very different. 

“Dill. I want you to get undressed now.”

The dark shadow standing in front of her turned away. 

“I-It’s okay Dill, I want to get undressed too.”

The huge shadow didn’t move. May unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it past him toward the other bed. The denim skirt and white silk covering her hips followed. 

“N-nn-noooo.”

She stepped forward, her fingers touching his shoulder.

“I want you to Dill. Please?”

He turned, catching her hand in his. She felt his strength. She kissed his hand.

“Yes Dill.”

He let her hand go and wrapped his arms around her, gently cradling her against him. May Vincent kissed his chest. The powerful hands moved slowly over her skin, stroking her back.

“S-so-oooo b-be-beautiful.”

He was gentle, his light touch soothing. She relaxed then, realizing how safe she felt here.

Safer than she had in a long time. She searched for his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair. He kissed her again. Caressing her back and then stroking her sides, his callused hands grazed the side of her breasts. 

“That feels so good Dill.”

She leaned back, guiding his mouth along her throat, over the top of her breasts. He cupped her left breast and kissed her swelling nipple. She gasped. He stopped. She drew his face against her breast. He took the tightened skin between his lips, circling it with his tongue. She felt the warmth building in her chest, slowly spreading through her body. Dill knelt slowly, his mouth moving over the flat plane of her stomach.

May Vincent trembled. His hands slid up her back, supporting her as she lay back on the bed. His fingers ran along her sides, over her hips, down her bare legs. She slipped off her shoes. Her fingers moved through his hair. His warm breath washed along the inside of her thighs before he kissed the top of her knee. He kept touching her, exploring with his hands, tasting her with his lips. She closed her eyes and reveled in the tenderness. How long had it been? She wanted to be held, issed being loved. He kissed the arch of her foot.

“Oh Gawd Dill.”

His mouth continued over her foot as he held her the ankle. She brought her free knee back instinctively and let her own hand slip between her open thighs. Her fingers found the swollen center of her sex. He continued kissing her foot, running his thick tongue over her painted toes. Her two fingers parted her folds and moved over her clit. Using the gathered moisture, she oiled the hard knot of flesh. Slowly she circled it, occasionally tapping, sending a long missed surge through her.

“C-come up here Dill.”

He stopped. May’s was voice was tighter now. She opened her eyes and searched the darkness.

“D-Dill…”

The huge shadow loomed above her.

“N-no-noooo. Hu-hur-hurt yo-you.”

She sat up, her hand searching for his.

“It’s okay Dill. You won’t hurt me.”

She took his hand and placed it on her thigh.

“Just be nice… Easy and soft… Just like you have been doing Dill.”

She felt the thick fingers relax before settling tenderly against the soft flesh. She guided his palm up and down the inside of her thigh. 

“That’s it Dill. You can touch me here.”

She moved his hand toward her sex.

“I want you to Dill.”

His hand covered her entire sex. She pressed one of his fingers into the wetness, lifting her hips against it. She trembled under his touch.

“Just go real slow.”

He did, pressing against the moistened, warm skin. His finger found the entrance to her body and eased inside. May caught her breath.

“That’s it Dill. R-real slow and easy.”

The welcomed digit began slipping in and out of her very wet sex. She moved her hand up and down his massive forearm. He imitated her movement, gently thrusting inside. After a minute, she guided a second finger inside. She gasped as he pressed his hand forward. 

“So good.”

He began the slow motion once again. She no longer guided his movement. She didn’t need to. Dill Rogers wanted to please her, she could feel that. Her hips were moving with his hand. The soft noises of pleasure that greeted his ears were different than any he had heard before. She locked her hands around his wrist, holding his hand still as she ground against it before crying out. Holding his hand tightly, the first climax with someone in three years coursed through her body. 

“Oh Gawd yesssss...”

Dill froze, afraid to move, afraid of what just happened. She pulled on his arm, wanting him to hold her. He didn’t move. She struggled to a sitting position, reaching for him, trying to find the warmth of his body. 

“M-Ma-Maaaaayyy?”

“It’s okay Dill. It’s okay.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her cheek against his.

“It’s Okay.’

She clung to this wall of strength. He began to relax, one hand stroking her hair…

“We’ll take a short recess for lunch. Sheriff Segan, I’d like to see you in chambers.”

Judge Kelly Stewart rose from behind the bench. Sam Hunters voice boomed through the room.

“All rise.”

Judge Stewart had disappeared to her office before anyone had risen to their feet. Sheriff Segan smiled at the bailiff as he followed the Judges path through the same door. She was sitting behind her desk, the black robe already hanging behind her when he entered the office.

“I need you to find out as much information as you can about this.”

She handed him a folded page from her note pad. J.D. Segan opened it and saw the cell phone number. 

“What’s this Ma’am?

“A number I’d liked traced.”

“May I ask why?”

“It’s personal Sheriff.”

She looked up at him. Her eyes betrayed the authoritative façade she presented.

“Yes Ma’am. I’ll get on it this afternoon.”

“I’d like you to get to it now Sheriff.”

He wanted to push her a bit. Years of experience told him otherwise.

“Right away Judge.”

He turned for the door.

“Sheriff.”

He looked back.

“Let me know something before five.”

He nodded his head.

“Yes Ma’am.”

She picked up some papers on her desk and began reading. Sheriff Segan smiled and left the office…

May Vincent reveled in safety of the arms of the man holding her. Dill Rogers, this gentle giant would never hurt her. She ran her fingers down his chest again, stopping just above his belt. He had not allowed her to touch him below the wide silver buckle secured at his waist. Glancing at the clock, she saw they had spent most of the afternoon together: His hand always stroking her hair, the silence between them some how comforting. She also knew time was running out. Soon she’d call his Father and then have to deal with Jenkins. Yet, she hadn’t finished with Dill. She knew he was happy, but would his father understand and still give her the money she so badly needed?

“Dill...”

She ran her hand over the cool metal at the top of his waist.

“I want you make love to me.”

“N-no-noooo. H-hu-hurt…”

It was the same answer she had heard three times already. She needed the money. She could tell Jenkins anything, but she couldn’t ask Dill lie to his father. She lowered her voice and tried to squeeze a tear from her eye.

“I want to make love Dill.”

She rolled away. He moved against her back, swallowing her in his arms. His mouth moved to her cheek. She turned her face away, burying it in the soft pillow.

“You don’t want me. You don’t like me.”

She felt him tighten against her.

“I-I do-doooo.”

She turned to face him.

“Then make love to me.”

She waited. He trembled. The darkness hid his face.

“O-ok-okay.”

She kissed him. He held her, letting her hands explore. When she reached his belt, his body tightened again. He didn’t try and stop her this time. Her hand eased down over the coarse denim covering his groin. When she felt the tremendous bulge beginning at the center of the brass closure, she stopped.

“N-no-noooo.”

“It’s okay Dill.”

She kissed him again, letting her hand edge lower over the swollen flesh she found there, finally locating the end somewhere at mid thigh. She trembled in fear. He was even larger than she had learned during their short time together. Much bigger then her husband, even bigger than that pervert Segan. She moved her mouth over his face, trying to quiet her fears.

“It’s okay Dill. Your p-perfect.”

He squeezed her, hugging her gently.

“I-I want you to get undressed now Dill.”

She slipped away and off the bed, now fully understanding why the room was so dark. As she heard the bed groan under his movement, she eased her way back to the dresser looking for her purse. Finally finding it, she removed the special salve Doctor Stephens had given her after her first encounter with the Sheriff. Filling her palm with the cool gel, she covered her fingers. She hated the antiseptic smell. She knew Segan would have known, so she had never used it before sex… until now. Gawd, she hoped it worked. Pressing the slimy substance against her labia, she stiffened as the cool salve covered her warm swollen folds. Giving herself a minute to relax, she eased two fingers inside her sex, coating the delicate skin inside. 




A Rural Town Ch. 05



“M-Ma-Maaaay?”

“I’ll be right there Dill.”

She knew from experience that it would take several minutes to work. Closing the near empty tube, she slipped it back in her purse before feeling her way back to the bed. Taking a corner of the stale smelling quilt, she wiped the excess off her hands. Crawling onto the bed, she knelt next to Dill.

“I want you to relax and be still now Dill. I want to do this for you.”

“O-ok-okay.” 

She ran her hands over his chest and then moved toward his waist, her hands circling the hard muscles under her fingers. Just below his ribs, her wrist bumped the rigid flesh lying against his stomach. She froze for a second. She felt him tighten.

“Be still.” 

Her words were louder than she meant them to be. He froze under her hands. She leaned over and began kissing his chest. The tightening slowly disappeared. 

“I’m going to touch you there now. Just be still for me.”

She wasn’t sure if she was reassuring him or herself. She edged her hand lower until she felt it. She slowly ran her fingers over the throbbing shaft, lightly tracing its pulsing veins, past the wiry hair to the center of his groin. Inhaling deeply, she searched lower, finding the tightened skin that held what felt like two large plums inside.

“T-that’s real good Dill. You just lie still now.”

She moved her hand upward and tried wrapping her fingers around him. He was thicker than the Sheriff and she knew now, much longer. Feeling the slight tingling inside, she knew the salve was starting to work. She lifted the massive stalk of flesh, holding it firmly as she moved her hand up and down. Dill began shaking under her touch. She knew she could get him to cum with her hand. Maybe she could get by with that and maybe even sucking on the monstrous weapon. It would certainly be easier than trying to fit it inside her. 

Jenkins words filtered into her mind, “You know how many men at fifty bucks a pop I’ll have to find?”

May Vincent inhaled deeply before climbing over Dill Rogers. Straddling his waist, she offered him her breasts.

“We’re going to go real slow Dill. You just be still.”

He toyed with her right nipple. She reached under her, wrapping her hand partially around the thick male flesh below and behind her. Lifting it, she shifted her body back until she felt bulbous head part her well-lubricated folds. The huge body under her tightened, moving it tightly against her lubricated opening.

“Easy Dill.”

His hands circled her waist. She straightened slightly: he lifted his hips. She felt the wide tip pressing tightly against her opening. She inhaled deeply, bit her lower lip and pushed back hard. Her sex resisted before expanding to allow the lemon sized tip inside. Dill froze under her.

“I-it’s ok Dill.”

She held herself in the awkward position, letting her sex adjust as the salve did it’s work. Collecting her self, she pushed again. The pain was slightly more than a tremendous pressure deep inside. She pushed again, feeling her vaginal walls stretching to accommodate his size. The man under her sighed. She rotated her hips, his generous cock edging slowly deeper.

“Oh Gawd Dill!”

The young man misunderstood the reaction, remembering how she had cried out the same words so many times earlier. He held her waist tightly and pushed upward. May cried out as the vast, hard flesh stretched her insides. Dill lifted her slightly and let her fall against him again, wanting to please her as he had with his hand. She struggled to free herself, only working it deeper inside. He continued moving his hips.

“E-easy Dill… Please!!!”

He stiffened under her. She struggled forward, easing the pain. He began to tremble. 

“I-it’s okay.”

She tried to catch her breath, tried to relax.

“J-just be still.”

He did. Slowly, May calmed herself and then him. 

“Just be still.”

She pushed back again until she began to hurt. Then moving forward, she adjusted her body. Slowly she began the movement that would bring the gentle giant to fulfillment. 

His hands were tight around her waist, yet didn’t hurt her. She could feel his entire body under her, frozen in fear and need. She rocked back and forth a little more quickly, knowing it wouldn’t be long. It wasn’t. Dill Rogers raised his hips, releasing a torrent of his cum deep in her belly. May closed her eyes and continued moving her hips gently until he began to relax under her. Leaning forward slightly, she lay on his still heaving chest, leaving some of him still inside. With in minutes, they both feel asleep…

Fred Jenkins adjusted the painful erection he had since earlier when the freak had taken May into room three. He had taken his Viagra a full hour before she was due, knowing that opportunities like this didn’t happen very often. May Vincent was one fine piece of ass and he was going to enjoy it all before she had to meet the Rogers kid. Now, it had been almost seven hours and they still hadn’t come out of that fucking room. The phone ringing brought him back to his cold reality.

“All American.”

“They still in there?”

“Yes sir. Hadn’t left the room for even a coke…”

Fred didn’t like Glenn Rogers, didn’t like that he was going to have to wait until the bitch could walk again before he got his chance. The low voice got his attention again.

“Look Fred, I’m heading over to Till’s for a bite to eat… You see anything you let me know.”

Sure Glenn, anything you say.”

The hotel owner hung up the phone and looked at the clock. It was almost five….