Soulless
Jordan Jordan
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Copyright © 2018 by Jordan Jordan
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Contents
1. Vanessa
2. Vanessa
3. Vanessa
4. Claude
5. Vanessa
6. Vanessa
7. Vanessa
8. Vanessa
9. Vanessa
Vanessa
My mouth hung open as wide as my eyes as I knelt almost suspended on the bed. The only movement was the back and forth of my body, caused by his slamming into me from behind.
The comical expression on my face was put there by my surprise, not only at the size of his cock, but the finesse with which he used it.
“What happened to all that lip you had before huh?” He leaned over my arched back and bit into my nape. Not in the usual place that a man would mark a woman, but right in the center, over that place where the neck met the spine.
“I…” It was as far as I got before he pulled out slowly, and just when I thought the sweet pleasure pain was at an end, that maybe now he’d take it easy, he fucked back into me so hard he knocked the wind out of me.
His hands grabbed my breasts…hard, as he pulled me back on his hard thick length. No one has ever treated me so shabbily before, and yet, from my body’s response it was long overdue.
CLAUDE
I like snippy little girls who think they can run me. There’s nothing like putting a high society bitch in her place, and no better way to do it than at the end of my cock.
I watched the pink of her pussy pull out over the fat head of my cock and squeeze around the thick trunk like I was tearing out her insides.
In the mirror across the room I saw drool and spittle fall from her open mouth at the enormity of what I was doing to her.
“I bet you never thought you’d be fucked by a Trojan.” I slammed her pussy like I owned it, which I’m pretty sure will be the case once I get done with her. It always is.
Big, small, rich, or poor, they all end up hooked and strung out on my meat; it only takes one. This one though had taken a little more work than usual.
I guess that’s to be expected seeing as she’s prosecuting my ass for some shit I did, but will swear to the death I didn’t.
Right now she’s not even thinking of the laws she’s breaking, or the trouble she could be in if I tell. My dick has that affect on the opposite sex.
She’s not the first rich bitch I’ve fucked, but she’s the first one to make me want to come back for seconds and I wasn’t even finished with the first. Maybe it’s the way her pussy grabs my cock.
They’re all too tight, or more to the point my cock’s too big. Long and thick from base to tip it measures thirteen and a half by four, that’s a lot of dick for anyone to handle.
Some of them bleed, some tear, some take it and run, but this pussy seemed to want me to bust it wide open. The more dick I threw into her, the more her ass wiggled.
I squeezed her mammoth tits in my hands and plowed into her depths as I watched the mark I’d just put on her take form.
The sop-sop sounds of her pussy juices being stirred by my cock rang out in the air. I have to admit to being just a little bit surprised at this one. I thought for sure she’d be a hard nut to crack.
But I knew when I looked across the aisle at her as she gave her speech trying to send me away for the rest of my fucking life. The way her nostrils had flared was a dead giveaway.
The sneer she gave me when I smiled at her in my special way, the blush on her cheeks, had told a different story. And five minutes after I got her alone was all it took to have her back here in my bed getting the cunt snot fucked out of her.
“Where do you want me to cum?” She didn’t even stop moving, greedy bitch. Most women freeze at that question. It’s then they realize that I’d removed the condom they’d seen me wearing before they spread their legs.
They never notice that I’d pulled out and tossed that shit before boring back into their sweet snatch. So when I ask they’d usually stop in surprise and then try to pull off my dick.
This one didn’t stop, just kept fucking that sweet cunt back at me hard. “Don’t cum in me I’m not on the pill.” Had she been watching she would’ve seen my smile in the mirror. Now usually I pull out. I haven’t cum inside a woman in too long to remember.
For some reason I wanted to cum deep in this one. There was something about her, something that made me want to bring her down a peg. How sweet would it be to breed the woman who held my freedom in her hands.
But it was more than that. There was just something about her that touched the heart that I’d thought long dead. Almost like I’d seen beneath the austere veneer she shows the rest of the world, to the lonely little girl beneath.
She was different in a lot of ways from the women I usually fuck. For one she has more power in the city than that allowed by just wealth alone. She’s the DA for fuck sake, some even want her to run for governor.
She’s also the first woman of my acquaintance who didn’t fall under my spell immediately. Of course I saw that shit as a challenge, who the fuck does she think she is? I usually have to beat them off with a stick.
At first I’d set out only to prove a point to her, that no matter how high and mighty she was, I could get her in my bed. But now, two hours after we started I’m not so sure anymore.
That’s another thing. Any woman who can take two hours of me pounding the life out of her cunt has got to be something special. Well an hour and a half to be exact.
The first half hour was spent with my face between her legs, eating her pussy dry. I’d tried feeding her my dick, but she was gonna need practice for that since her mouth was almost as tight as her pussy.
She wasn’t a virgin, not something that makes much difference to me, but she was damn near close. Knowing her type, her career had gotten in the way of life and she had no time to get her pipes cleaned; too busy running shit. Now I’m running her.
I dropped one of my hands from around her tit and held her soft tummy, changing shit up once again. I slowed the strokes of my cock and licked her neck as I massaged her tummy and slow fucked her.
She cooed and her legs trembled as a gush of pussy nectar squirted out around my fuck meat. That shit shot out across the mattress, soaking my sheets.
She made a gurgling sound in her throat, her eyes rolled back in her head and her shoulders dropped onto the bed as her arms gave out; she’d fainted.
I kept fucking, picking up the pace now that she was out, wasn’t fuck wrong with me why would I stop? Her pussy never stopped squirting.
By the time she woke up I had the tip of my cock in her ass. She freaked. “Oh no, you can’t put that in there.”
“Relax.” I ran my hand down her spine as she tensed up in fear.
“I’m not gonna put the whole thing in.” Not unless I wanted to kill her. I held my shit at the four inch mark from the head and worked that into her. Her ass stretched around my shit and she screamed.
“Shh-shh, just a little bit more.” I got greedy, so sue me. The shit felt so good I couldn’t resist. I bottomed out in her ass at six inches, couldn’t move, too tight.
I didn’t need to, her ass moved enough inside and when I shoved three long fingers in her cunt she forgot the pain in her ass and went wild.
I had to hold onto her hip to keep her from hurting herself. No wonder I wanted seconds
. When the good DA lets her hair down she’s almost as wild as me.
I pulled out of her ass once she came down from her last orgasm and she dropped like a stone, breathing like she’d ran a marathon.
“Did you cum?” She’s so polite.
“Yep.” She felt around the outside of her ass and looked around the sheets. “Where?”
I turned her over onto her back and rubbed my hand over her tummy, right where her ovaries would be. “There.” I smiled, she screamed. And jumped off the bed.
I folded my arms behind my head and watched her do a jig, hopping up and down like Rumpelstiltskin. I could’ve told her that shit wouldn’t work. When I came I came deep, shooting off right at the mouth of her womb. She’ll be feeling that shit for days.
Vanessa
What the hell have I gotten myself into? Why am I here, how am I here? I sat in the tub of warm water he’d put me in before leaving the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
The last few hours played out in my head and none of it made sense. I’d been at the courthouse doing what I do best. As a hardnosed DA the citizens of my city were expecting me to bring down the hammer on this one.
It was being called the trial of the century. Claude Denning was accused of slaughtering and dismembering seven men.
The upscale city with a median income of a couple million was not feeling very safe in their million dollar homes and they wanted this monster gone now.
The fact that the monster turned out to be one of their own didn’t make much difference to them. Anyone that could inflict such atrocities on a human being was not fit to be part of their society, any society.
Given that the seven men had been part of the community, held high positions and were seen as upstanding citizens, everyone was on the side of the deceased.
There was no hard evidence placing him at the gruesome scenes, but two years of hard work and piecing the puzzle together had led back to him.
Going back into their backgrounds, four of the seven men had only one thing in common. Back in their misspent youth they had been arrested for driving drunk.
Not only had they been DUI, but they had side swiped a couple on their way home from the hospital with their newborn baby girl.
The entire family had perished on the side of the road where the driver and his pals had left them to burn to death in their overturned car.
Something went hinky in the judicial system back then and the boys had been let off with probation. Something about privileged backgrounds had come into play.
At the time there was a huge outcry from members of the surrounding areas, but here in the exclusive enclave of Valley Springs, life had gone on as usual.
The four boys had gone on to college, graduated and came back to either take over their family firms and in one case ran for office and had been a sitting congressman on his way to the senate.
The Dennings had one surviving son, a thirteen year old named Claude. No one ever heard anything about the boy after the furor of the trial died down, and years later he wasn’t even a distant memory; neither was his family.
Now seventeen years later, those teenagers were men in their mid thirties with families of their own. The indictments had been sealed and life moved on.
The congressman had been the first to go. His wife and young son had returned from a weekend trip to her mother’s to find him pinned to the living room wall with his arms and legs spread wide, and his guts trailing over the seventy-two inch flat screen TV and onto the marble floor.
The other six followed in quick succession at the rate of one every two months, give or take. It was as if the killer was taunting them, giving each surviving member enough time to sweat and wonder when it would be his turn.
There’s no telling what their lives had been like in those last months, and in the beginning no one could figure out why those men? Why now?
They hadn’t been close friends. In fact after the night of the accident the friendships seems to have fizzled out, so it was hard to place them together in anyway that would’ve brought this about.
Until I did some digging and came up with the clue. At first it seemed a bit far-fetched to believe that a young boy had spent the last seventeen years plotting such a thing.
But then the judge and the then DA had been targeted. Even the lawyer who’d represented the boys hadn’t been spared.
After all the clues fell into place it wasn’t that hard to follow the trail back to the source. But he was so good he never left anything behind. All I had was that one case that involved all the players.
I hadn’t been doing so well. With no evidence and just my gut, it was an uphill battle from beginning to end. But I used my special word skills and was sure I was swaying the jury to my way of thinking.
It didn’t bother me that I was about to send this guy up on nothing but my gut. I put a lot of stock in what my gut tells me, and nothing else made sense.
No one else had any reason to go after those seven men. But there was always that one glimmer of doubt. To be honest, the doubt never started until the first day I met the defendant.
I’d got a judge to convene a grand jury on the limited evidence I had, and they had seen enough there to bring an indictment. But one look at him and I knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d thought.
You’d expect someone suspected of such deeds to be a rough, unshaven behemoth who’d spent his life living in the woods somewhere, living off the land and taking shots at anything that moved onto his path.
The man that walked into that courtroom was none of the above. He was suave, handsome, clean-cut and highly intelligent.
I knew when I saw the first female juror blush and hang her head when he turned those piercing silver blue eyes on her that the sure thing I had that morning was in danger.
For weeks I went back and forth with his lawyers, while they got almost everything thrown out, whittling away at my case bit by bit until I was barely hanging on by my fingernails.
But I didn’t lose hope. Nothing else made sense after all, and I only needed one juror to see my way of it and convince the others. The jury pool was eight females, four males. I had my work cut out for me.
Yes I was nervous each time I walked into that room and saw yet another female juror looking less sure while keeping her gaze on the always debonair millionaire. But I refused to give up.
By the end of the second week I was pretty sure that all the women were under his spell. That damn smile of his, where did he learn that shit anyway?
Still I’m nothing if not persistent. People can’t be that dumb can they? I mean it’s one thing to admire a man’s looks and quite another to let him off the hook for what amounted to a massacre. Could thy really want that animal loose in their community?
Then today, today, what happened today? I’d gone to the restroom, the lady’s restroom and he’d been waiting for me. It had taken me a few seconds to process.
After I got over the shock of seeing him there and opened my mouth to tell him to get the hell out he’d walked up to me and placed a finger across my lips.
I remember my heart thundering in my chest, my pulse racing and something tight and hot curling in my stomach.
He hadn’t done anything else, just looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes. Eyes that seemed to laugh at me even as they looked into my soul.
My mouth had gone dry and my knees weak, and when he trailed that finger down my chin to the cleavage made by the snug fitting jacket of my red power suit, I felt a quiver.
I ran out of there as soon as he turned and walked away. I needed a minute and was sitting in the break room when my assistant joined me.
He obviously didn’t realize my state of unrest when he took the seat across from me. “I think they’re gonna go for mental illness next.”
“If this fucker is crazy I’m the queen’s aunt.” My outburst shocked him for a second, but he rallied quick enough.
“You know you’re the DA, you can’t be talking abou
t your defendants like that.”
“And why the hell not?”
I was still trying to come to grips with what had just happened. Had it been a threat? A warning? And then the door opened and a clerk came in with a note and passed it off to me.
I read the note, my breath accelerating, and my mind frozen. He wanted to meet with me, without his counsel present. It was a sticky prospect to be sure, but in this jurisdiction was allowed with certain caveats.
I swallowed the mouthful of spit that had gathered in my mouth and put the note in my purse before getting shakily to my feet.
Court was in recess for the rest of the day and even I knew that my case was hanging by a thread. But was it worth it to meet with him? What could he possibly want…That’s the last thing I really remember.
Vanessa
I almost jumped out of the water when the door opened and he walked into the bathroom. My eyes followed him as he made his way over to the tub and sat on the edge.
He was still immaculately dressed and I had to wrack my brain to remember if he’d been naked while we were in bed.
No, he was definitely unclothed. I remember feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. My face heated as he held out the glass of wine he was holding in his hand.
My eyes fell on his chest and stomach beneath the open shirt and landed on his tats as I took a sip of the full bodied Shiraz.
The hair on his arms beneath the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt brought back memories of the way they had felt against my body and I shivered.
I had to bite my lip to keep the moan from escaping and wondered once again what the hell
had gotten into me. It’s not like me to be this reckless. My whole career could be down the drain and yet I couldn’t bring myself to care.
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