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Naughty Fourteen (yng) Part Two
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had a busy load this whole week. Oh baby, send Saunders in to me, will
you!"
With that Tulip knew that the Chief of Police had finished with her,
it was always this way. She would come, give him exactly what he wanted
and then he would ask her to stay longer with him, just to be with him,
but he never did. He didn't ever ask any of the other girls to stay any
longer either, it was just his way and he asked for her, Tulip, more than
he asked for anyone else and she liked that. She liked to be his favorite
girl, it made her feel special . . . very special. After all, it wasn't
everyday that the Chief of Police asked you to suck his cock!
* * *
"Anything wrong Chief?" Jim Saunders asked nervously, he always
called his old friend Chief instead of Alex, he didn't know why but he
did.
"Hi Jim, no, nothing's wrong really. I'm just hot as hell for that
Desiree broad. Haven't you primed her for me yet?"
"I'm working on it Chief. Seems she and that punk Holden have the
hots for each other. Don't know how willing she'll be, she's an
independent type that girl."
"Fuck . . . don't tell me that punk got to her before I did. I've
got to have her, do you hear me Jim. I'VE GOT TO HAVE HER! I want to see
her, tonight or tomorrow, but I've got to see her."
"Okay Chief, I'll do my best," Jim Saunders said anxiously, not
wanting to get on the wrong side of the Chiefs temper . . . he knew better
than that!
Chapter 3
Despite the fact that Mitch hadn't gotten all the way into her body,
Desiree had been in seventh heaven all night long. She was so much in
love with the young rock and roll musician that it showed. She didn't
realize it either until Jim Saunders came up to her and asked her if she'd
gotten fucked that night.
"Jim, really!" she answered, "I've never heard you speak that way
before."
"Well, you're hot tonight baby," Jim sniggered. "Take a look around
the room, practically every man in town is here and believe me honey you
could make a fortune tonight if you wanted to."
"Jim, I don't do things like that," the voluptuous young widow said
firmly. "I might look like a swinger but I'm not."
"Well honey you've got the Chief turned on for sure. I've told you
that he likes to have things his way, I might own this joint but he could
break me if he wanted to. I've got to tell you baby, that if you don't
come through for the inspector then you're job goes, plus your boyfriend's
band."
"Oh . . . how do you know he's my boyfriend," Desiree gasped,
innocent of the plot that the older man had laid for her.
"I only suspected it honey but now I know for sure. You'd better
watch your step, that kid's been in trouble before."
"What kind of trouble," Desiree said slowly, a pain darting into her
heart at the thought of her darling Mitch being in trouble.
"A drug bust if you must know. The only reason he got off is because
his father is a Judge, believe me, there were several people in town who'd
like to have seen him behind bars . . . including the Chief of Police. So
think about it honey. No-one need ever know and it will mean more money
for you."
"More money!" Desiree said curiously, thinking of how much money she
needed to buy new clothes for Julia, let alone for herself.
"Sure, the Chiefs a generous man, to those that give to him . . . and
baby, he wants you. . . think about it!"
Desiree watched her boss walk away and she gazed thoughtfully after
him. The Chief of Police isn't such a bad looking man, she thought to
herself and if it means that I can keep my job, and Mitch can keep his
band and I can get more money. Maybe I'd better think about it, good jobs
are hard to come by these days . . . oh God! what a hard decision to have
to make, I only want to make love to Mitch, I don't want an old man and
yet . . . I need my job and I need some more money!
About an hour later, Desiree moved over to her boss Jim Saunders
again and casually told him that she was ready to see the Chief of Police
as and when he was ready. She watched him leave the main restaurant and
suspected that he was going to the private room the Chief liked to hang
out in.
She knew also that there was a gambling room somewhere back there but
she had never been allowed in it. Tulip seemed to be the favored waitress
for the gambling room and she never talked about what went on back there.
Desiree knew her job was at stake and she respected her for keeping her
mouth shut . . . she always looked satisfied however when she came back
into the restaurant from the back office and somewhere deep inside of
Desiree she was curious as to just what did go on in the Chief of Police's
room!
Jim Saunders came back into the restaurant now and smiling to Desiree
beckoned her over to him. "Okay, the Chief is ready for you, go casually
so as not to arouse attention and Desiree, you're doing the right thing,
believe me . . . the Chief is a powerful man, it's good to be on the right
side of him."
* * *
Desiree was shocked as she entered the back room to see that the
Chief of Police was wearing only a dressing-gown. His enormous German
Shepherd lay at his side and the television was on softly.
"Ah, little Desiree, so you have come at last to see the old
inspector, eh! Had to use a little blackmail didn't we . . . too bad, I
wish you had come to me without that, but we shall see. In time you will
grow to want me so badly, you'll beg for me," he grinned, leaning over to
turn off the television and as he did so exposing his naked genitals to
the shocked widow's distraught gaze.
She stood silently now as the Chief of Police leaned back in his
chair and staring intently at her body proceeded to mentally strip her.
She could feel his eyes boring into her body and she wanted to cringe, to
run, to hide and yet she knew that she must bear it, she must for the sake
of Julia for the sake of Mitch . . . she must bear it.
The Chief of Police lay back in his chair now, his crotch completely
exposed and Desiree stared at him utterly amazed.
"Tell me my dear, do my bare cock and balls frighten you?"
Desiree stood still, rigid with fear not knowing quite what to say to
the older man. He was so totally different from any other man she had
ever met and yet she found herself drawn to him in some strange
masochistic way. It was almost as if she wanted him to hurt her in some
way, she couldn't quite explain it even to herself.
"So baby, you're silent eh. Well, one thing's for sure, you need the
money otherwise you wouldn't be here. You didn't come to fuck me or suck
my cock because as your name says you Desire me. But that's alright as I
said earlier on. I know about your beautiful little daughter, she's quite
a woman already."
"My daughter, when did you see her," Desiree spat out angrily, not
caring now how she behaved.
"Ah . . . your Achilles heel. Don't worry, I won't touch her, I
don't go in for girls that young, not yet anyway. Yes, you're quite loyal
I should say . . . then of course there's the Holden boy."
"Mitch!" Desiree said in anguish.
"Yes, now if you know what's good for you and good for him, for a
while anyway you'd better tell him to get lost. I don't want to make
things sticky for him but I might. Think about it Desiree, you're not
exactly in a bargaining position. I happen to know the amount you have in
the bank, not even enough money to run away with. I'd say for a Colonel's
wife you're on the down-stretch. Can't understand why--you're a beauty.
Still life holds many tales for us all."
"You wouldn't do anything to Mitch would you," Desiree whimpered,
thinking of her beautiful young lover and how she would hate to see him in
jail.
"If you play ball with me Desiree, I won't investigate him anymore.
He got off the last drug bust because of his goddamned father but he's not
doing any better now. I know he's dealing stuff himself, I'm not a dummy.
He'd better stay out of my way otherwise I'll get him and this time his
father won't have a word to say. You can help him
though Desiree. Give yourself to me for a little while, give the boy some
story, I don't care what and I promise I'll leave him alone and make sure
no harm comes to your daughter."
Desiree could hardly believe that it was the Chief of Police talking
to her, he sounded more like a hood than a 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.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" she lurched and groaned, as his hot, moist lips
closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then, she
sensed wet, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her
aroused vagina . . . much more gently and desirable kisses than she ever
remembered her husband Hal giving her . . . delightful, tantalizing kisses
on the closed tingling lips of her now, feverish cunt, kisses that
suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for . . . and his
tongue gently parted the pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the
delicate, quivering opening.
Every muscle in her body seemed to react at the heavenly pleasurable
licking of her still-closed vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of
ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.
Dear God . . . don't stop . . . don't stop, you wonderful lover! All
of my life I've waited for this . . . not really knowing it . . . and now,
you've come to fulfill me with it! Oh . . . please don't stop . . .
please . . . please! I don't care what, or who, you are . . . just don't
stop!
Nothing else mattered; insane electric like jolts were setting her
whole body aglow with tingling needle-like prickles of carnal enchantments
and then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a remote brain, she
felt her hands moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the
smoothness of her stomach, and coming teasingly to rest on either side of
her cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing where she lay, and felt his
hot breath against her soft pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, she spread
the fleshy, hair sprinkled flanges of her feminine aperture open to him
with delicate fingers, her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he
lowered to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive,
exposed pink flesh of her flowered cunt.
Again, Desiree gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He sensed
the movements of her beautiful head, tossing back and forth as his
spearing tongue shot out once more, its smooth flicking tip circling her
quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her
inner labia deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue
continued its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus
between her magnificent legs.
Oh God! I'm lost . . . lost! Nothing can ever take the place of
this . . . of him! I know it! I'm certain of it! I'll . . . I'll do
anything he tells me! I will! I will! Oh . . . oh . . . ohh . . .!
She groaned throatily, sounds that were originally deep in her chest,
while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the
delectable length of her narrow damp slit, starting at the lower belly and
slithering its way down, down over the elastic like rimmed opening of her
now gently clasping vagina, and into the crevice of her involuntarily
flexing buttocks. She felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees
that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then raise and
press them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her desire
wracked breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her magnificently
displayed loins to his eager mouth.
"Oh . . . beautiful . . . beautiful!" she whimpered at the lewd
depravity he was subjecting her to, and at her own over-powering animalism
as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus,
reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God . . .
truly, he had aroused all of the latent wanton bitch within her, she had
ever possessed! If there had been any shame or humiliation before, it had
long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding through
her whole being! She was in heaven . . . or was it hell? So? So? . . .?
She never wanted him to stop! Never . . . never!
The Chief of Police could hardly believe it! Desiree had gone to
pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable
ecstasy. Christ, she tasted like some delicious nectar of the Gods,
themselves. In his most warped and sensual dreams, he could never have
imagined anything, or anyone, so delectable. It was fantastic! And the
way she was giving herself to him . . . without the least struggle . . .
Shit! Every broad had a hidden hot streak that set her off once you found
it . . . but this gorgeous creature was beyond belief! She was like some
goddamned nympho who'd suddenly been relieved of a chastity belt! She was
out of her mind in sexual lust . . . and she was driving him even further
out of his! Hell, there was no question . . . she was his own private
piece from now on . . . forever, maybe! Christ! his cock ached like
someone had been beating on it with a hammer, he thought, as he ground it
into the cushions feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cunt lips
brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks, a tremendous feeling of power
sweeping over him.
He'd never had any doubts but that he was going to fuck her . . .
subject her to any and every indecency he could think of to help satisfy
himself but now she was blowing his mind with her response to his
lovemaking, totally blowing his mind.
He brought her legs back down and listened to her helpless moans as
he increased the lapping of his tongue, slashing it up and down through
her seething vaginal slit. If she'd been laying that Holden punk, or
anybody else, they damn sure hadn't been taking care of her . . . either
that, or she was some kind of goddamned hotbox, and he couldn't buy that .
. . not that he should let it make any difference to him, but he'd never
seen a bitch let down the barriers so quick, and he knew it couldn't be
anything but that she was getting what she wanted! And he was giving it
to her!
Hell, she was already too far gone to resist anything he decided to
do to her now, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins he began
to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and to,
her receptive passion-captured body, just as he used Tulip and the rest of
the cunts to sate his lust. Christ, he groaned to himself as he thrust
his face harder toward the small, clasping opening of her vagina.
Alex rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and listened for
her groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over the
tight little hole in her squirming crotch. He responded, ovaling his lips
and pressing tight to her passage-mouth; he began to suck, alternating
with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking throaty moans from the depths
of her chest. He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly around his long
extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically
in a rhythmic sucking cadence, trying to pull the invading lingual organ
deeper and deeper into it . . .
Desiree whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of
his voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She sensed her complete
loss of body and mind control. Her brain reeled in its mesmerized state
of ecstatic sensual bliss . . . . Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris
up to its full, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue.
Her sexual genitals were a whirling pool of rapture. And then, he was
moving up over her. She felt his tongue trail upward along her belly into
her navel, again slithering upward, leaving a hot wet path as he crawled
over her breast, and then the right, sucking and bringing salacious gasps
of additional pleasure from her. He kissed her while simultaneously, he
forced her smooth, white thighs wider and wider apart.
She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had
brought her so much delight, tasting her own cuntal nectar there and
gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal-thought of it.
Abruptly, she felt the brushing of his long, rigid prick against her
thighs, its contact with her hot flesh like a searing rod in the hand of a
puritan church-warden, endeavoring to prod her into the wakeful
realization of her wanton carnality, but instead she hungrily reached down
to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her sex-famished
brain.
Alex raised up above her to allow her access and she clutched its
heavy, solid thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily, at the feel
of the hot massive spear she encircled with both hands, her long slim
fingers barely going around it.
"M-My God!" Desiree gasped. "It's . . . it's tremendous! It'll
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