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.
