man of the law and yet she knew enough to listen to him. He might not be serious about Julia, but could she take a chance and it was true she did need some extra money, desperately. Maybe this way she could save a little money up and leave town, perhaps even with Mitch. If she could get him to forgive her for hurting him. How did she get herself into this nightmare, only earlier today everything had seemed beautiful, even when Mitch had tried to make lover to her, it had been beautiful. It was his timing that was all off that was the only problem, she had been so uptight and afraid that Julia would come home at any moment. I hope he understood that, she thought inwardly to herself, of course if I do as the chief wishes me to do, it would be perfect. He would just think I was angry with him for the way he behaved today. Oh God! What shall I do! She felt helpless and trapped in a pit of darkness that she had carved for herself, somehow unknowingly and now was going to have to dishonor herself to climb out of.
'Well my little Desiree have you made up your mind,' the Chief of Police said in a slow voice, the timbre sending sensations of lascivious desire through the young widow's voluptuous body. She couldn't help but be turned on by the very perversity of the situation, she was being asked to sell her body and despite her repulsion she had to admit to herself that it was turning her on in some strange kind of way.
'Well Desiree… I'm waiting.'
'I'll do as you say, whatever you say,' the young widow said, her face blushing a little at the boldness of her decision.
'Ah, my little lotus blossom,' he said, reaching down to pat his German Shepherd's massive head. 'I want to see you… naked!' He grinned salaciously. 'There's no time like the present as they say in show business.'
Desiree felt herself tremble at the very lewdness of the situation. Whoever would believe it, she thought to herself. Whoever would believe that the Chief of Police is asking for me to strip and pretty soon is going to either fuck me or order me to suck his cock. God only knows… I don't!
Slowly and seductively Desiree reached behind her and unzipped her already flimsy costume. She had to remember that she was doing this for her daughter's safety and her lover's job and honor.
'Come closer baby, I don't want to miss a thing,' the Chief of Police said hungrily.
Hesitantly, but forcing herself, Desiree responded, moving within his reach. Then, she felt his hands on her leg beneath her skimpy skirt and she steeled herself to his touch.
'Are you scared Desiree,' he said in a soft and tender voice.
'Yes.'
'Why?'
'I-I've never done this before… only for my husband and a few lovers but never well… like this.'
She watched his lust-contorted face grinning up at her and she knew that it turned her on to know that she was scared of him. Still she knew that she must go through with it, she had to give him what he wanted… she just had to.
She pulled the zipper down on her top and heard the Chief of Police gasp as her melon-like breasts sprang free of their confining garment. 'Quick baby, get it all off,' she heard him whimper, 'I can't wait to see the rest.'
Suddenly Desiree found herself feeling just a little bit turned on, she couldn't help it, the Chief of Police was so taken with her body it flattered her ego… even though she knew she was a beautiful woman, it felt good to have someone acknowledge that fact.
'Christ! You're beautiful,' he moaned as he reached out to touch her bare shoulders with his trembling fingers. 'Come closer baby, come closer,' he groaned. 'You're like velvet… so smooth, so smooth.'
Desiree felt the Chief of Police's lips on her soft, naked shoulders. 'Let me do the rest,' he whispered urgently his mouth brushing urgently against her firm white breasts, nibbling tauntingly at one ruby-red nipple causing it to quiver into almost immediate hardness.
God! I'm turned on, Desiree thought to herself, surprised but not angry… she knew that once her mind was made up she would go through with the venture and enjoy herself, she always did. She just had to make her mind up first, that was all.
Desiree's breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her naked, palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard, cherry-nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new wild sensations to jolt excitedly through her whole body. Then, he was gently drawing her skirt down over her tapered thighs and then her panties over her buttocks and hips from behind and she closed her eyes and raised her hand in the intoxicating delight that was enveloping her… his lips suddenly and wetly kissing each of her soft white buttocks, making her tremble… until, at last, as she stood there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her too-long, love-starved body, she felt him spread her buttocks apart with his hands, and the worming hot dampness of his tongue burrowing into the cleft of her soft, quivering behind… finally licking from the bottom of the smooth white crevice to its top and following right up her back until he stood once more with his arms around her.
Christ! What a delicious creature, he thought. Of all the women he'd ever fucked she was one of the most beautiful that was for sure. It was hard to tell how old she was she was so stunning… he knew that almost every man in the restaurant and nightclub desired her but now she was going to be his and not even that punk Holden was going to get her.
He had forced the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he moved in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous globes of her beautiful ass, while his hands reached around to clutch at her firm, rotund breasts, then… he pressed her forward to the davenport, removing his robe, his massive rod cleaving the air before him like a great, frightening bowsprit.
Desiree didn't resist; she'd gone this far… already sold herself to all intents and purposes, so why fight it now? And truly whatever she had thought of this man only a short time before, for some unfathomable reason it was no longer the same inside her. Just as the touch of his gentle hands had more than converted her… it had rekindled all of the want and need she had loyally, if stupidly, struggled against within her unfulfilled, hungry body. Yet, she couldn't deny the unbelievable immoralness of her actions, either… not fighting his lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire… even finding justification in the fact that at least he was a man, not a boy… and the sight of his huge heavy-veined cock wouldn't let her forget that.
She found herself dropping to the davenport obediently and laying back as he eased down beside her, his handsome, masculine face opposite her own and as he stretched out against her, she lay and waited for his kiss.
He kissed her, smashing his tongue between her tender lips, into her mouth and throat, his one huge hand traversing over her breast and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her vibrant, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparse blonde pubic hair, then, searchingly discovering her already excited, erect clitoris. He tweaked it and he gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp, then he ran his fingers down through the damp, sensitive, raw flesh to the small opening of her vagina, and while he tongue-fucked into her delicious, receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger up into the moist quivering passage.
Desiree moaned uncontrollably. 'Ooooooohhhhhhh… Godd!'
How long had it been since she'd known erotic happiness? She couldn't remember. But one thing was certain, she couldn't recall it ever being like this! She just couldn't…! Her whole being had seemingly come alive with a seething sexual desire. His wonderful hands were setting her right off into space! Had she ever known anything to compare? Who was this man making love to her… the devil, himself? And then, his finger was slipping smoothly in and out of her rapidly dilating passage, and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.
Oh… ohhhhh! I'm lost… my God! His finger is like a soothing balm inside my cunt… and I've needed it so bad… so long… I'm a bitch! That's what I am! Nothing but a slut-whore… but I don't care… I don't! Forgive me, Julia baby… forgive me, Mitch… oh God, please forgive me!
He was slithering down her body, rolling her gently onto her back, she stared at his strong, masculine body, watching the powerful muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest ripple as he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, then crawled slowly between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins.
Desiree felt the large flat palms of his warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, moving them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.
