by Mack Collins
I strode over to where Robert was standing and brushed my body past his on my way to the kitchen. I made sure that my breasts made contact with his tattooed arm. As our bodies touched his eyes fell upon mine. He was a gorgeous man. He had a lean muscular body, rising to about six foot two inches. His dark blue eyes and curly brunette hair was quite pleasing to the eyes. As I walked away, I could literally feel his eyes following me to the kitchen. Was he now staring at my round ass? He was in fact staring at my ass. I wondered sinfully was he impressed with what he saw? I had tons of questions running through my mind. I tried hard to walk straight and not let my nervousness show.
When I got to the kitchen counter I picked up the knife and continued carving my turkey. I kept my head down, looking busy, like Miss Busy body almost. I did not want to see what he was doing, at that moment in time.
Suddenly I heard his voice.
“So you think you can just brush up against me like that, don’t you?” his voice was husky and had a hint of sarcasm in it.
My heart almost stopped. He was directly behind me; he was so close that I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.
“I’m talking to you Linda. Answer me?” with that he pulled me in closer to him from the back. I could now feel the heat of his body and thudding of his chest.
Oh God, was he coming onto me?
I felt a tiny sensation rush through my body as his hot tongue suddenly made contact with the nape of my neck. Instinctively I tilted my head to the side to allow him better access. A soft moan escaped my lips. Molly could walk in at any minute and see us. I knew I had to stop him because although I had every intention of sleeping with him, today was only meant to be a teasing day for him, but he had taken the bait and now it seemed like the timing was all wrong. I definitely did not want Aunt Gretchen or Lilly walking in and seeing us banging each other against the kitchen counter. What he was doing was so wrong, but at the same time, it felt so good. I wanted to resist him but I was too weak with desire to protest. He continued to stroke my skin with his hot wet tongue. Again he asked me the same question, but this time, it was in an authoritative tone of voice, like he wanted to know the answer to his question.
As I turned around to answer, I saw his eyes. They were filled with hunger and lust. They were now dark, a bit scary. He must have sensed my fear because his lips curled up and a wicked little smile formed in the corner of his lips. His gaze was so intense that it intoxicated my entire being. I managed to get out a few words but they were not what I had planned to say. Dam it, I thought to myself.
“Well as you wish maam,” his voice had softened up. What had I just said? And why was he now so composed? He brought his lips down to meet mine and I parted my lips allowing him entry into my mouth. In my plan to get back at Molly, I was supposed to be the seducer, but somehow Robert had stealthily taken over my plan and had me melting to his touch. My plan had now been washed down the drain and he was now in control of everything.
As his tongue swept through my mouth passionately, I realized what I had just told him. “Take me Robert, Take me now.” I wanted to kick myself, how could I have been so careless with my words. My thoughts had been cut short by his tongue; he was now kissing me harder with much more intensity. His hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me in even closer as he devoured me with his tongue. The feel of his body on mine was amazing; I was now aching for more of him. I wanted some of that good stuff he’d been giving to my sister. I wanted to explore his body, to feel him inside me, to have him caress every inch of my body with his wicked tongue.
He pulled away suddenly.
“I - I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have” he stammered taking a few steps backwards putting some distance between our bodies.
Was he insane? I was not about to stop now, not when I had been fully aroused and expecting to be with him. Unfortunately for him, the tables had now turned; I was hungry and filled with desire. For every step he took backwards, I took two steps forward narrowing the gap between us. Finally his back hit the stainless steel refrigerator, the coldness must have caught him off guard because he turned his head around in shock to see what his body had made contact with. Now that he was cornered, I pounced forward, stopping only when our bodies touched.
“Don’t stop now Rob. I want you,” I urged. I had to admit that I really, really wanted to be with him more than anything. I wrapped my arms around his broad waist and buried my head in his chest, embracing him, hoping that he would feel the desire that I had for him and reciprocate it. After a while I pulled my head away from his body and looked up at him. I was relieved to see the tense look that he had on his face was gone and he now had a more relaxed look.
“You want me?” he asked with a little smirk on his face. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Guess what. I want you too,” he whispered.
Immediately his lips came crashing down on mine with much more passion than before. This time neither of us pulled away. I forgot about everything else and surrendered my body to him.
I began to probe his body with my fingers, stroking gently along his muscular arms. I leaned over to the side and kissed the beautiful dragon tattoo he had on his right arm. I had always been a sucker for guys with tattoos. My lips returned to his neck as I planted a series of soft kisses upon it. He was also exploring my body with his hands. After a while his lips left mine and traveled downwards lingering along the nape of my neck.
A soft moan escaped my lips as he slipped his hand between my thighs. His fingers caressed the tender flesh beneath my panties and I parted my legs further allowing him greater access. Robert seemed to be thoroughly enjoying pleasuring me because he was panting and groaning louder and heavy with every minute. His hand left my wetness and found the zipper at the back of my dress. With one downward movement, he unzipped the dress and it crumbled to the floor, leaving my half naked flesh free from the restriction of the fabric. I had been wearing only a G-string beneath my dress and thanks to the amazing Dr. Keliben my plastic surgeon, my breasts were nice, firm and perky and I had no need for a bra. I had gotten a breast augmentation when I turned thirty; it was my birthday gift to myself. Robert seemed particularly fond of my breasts. He couldn’t keep his tongue off of them; he took hold of the nipples and spent several minutes just teasing them. I had to close my eyes to enjoy it all.
As he caressed my nipples, one of his hands trailed and stopped at the top of my panties.
“I hate those,’ he muttered under his breath, as he ripped off the thin layer of lace that had once covered my clean shaved pussy.
Robert was getting me more and more horny for him, he spoke with such dominance and he caressed my body with such je ne sais quoi that I had now wanted to take him into my mouth and show him some appreciation.
“I want to taste you,” I said pulling back away from him. I dropped down to my knees and immediately began unzipping his pants. He braced against the refrigerator and spread his legs further apart. As I pulled out his dick, he let out a loud groan and bent his head, staring me directly in the eyes. His eyes had a dark look in them, like he was ready to practically unleash upon me.
His dick was long and thick. It was bigger and longer than most of the other men that I had been with. Robert seemed to know that he was well endowed because I caught him scrutinizing my reaction to his massive cock. After a minute or two of stroking his dick with my hand I took his shaft into my mouth. Another loud groan escaped his lips as he spread his legs further pushing his pelvic forward. My lips covered the full length of his dick as I gave him a single long hard suck. I felt his body jerk forward as I continued to suck his cock, over and over. I focused a little on his head, in my thirty six years; I knew that most men enjoyed a blowjob that had some head action. Gripping the dick firmly at the base I teased the head, flicking my tongue all over it, slowly at first, and then flicking my tongue on it faster and faster.
“Suck it hard” he begged in hoarse voice. He was raking his hand t
hrough my hair, pulling me harder and harder onto his massive cock.
“YES! YES!” he groaned as I sucked onto his dick harder just as he had instructed.
I continued to give him a series of long hard sucks, flicking my tongue over the head of his dick occasionally. Finally he pulled me to my feet, with a little too much force.
Now that I was on my feet, he turned me around and pushed against my back, causing me to bend over. I parted my legs further, and supported my body by propping my hands on the floor in front of me.
I shrieked when I felt the hardness of his dick penetrating my tight pussy. He gripped firmly onto my hips and gave me a hard thrust. I jerked forward as he gave me another hard thrust, then another, and then another.
His thrusts were powerful and I could feel his long dick hitting the insides of my pussy wall. I moaned and begged him to fuck me harder. It was not that I really wanted it hard, but I could tell he was really enjoying it, and my main goal at that time was too get him hooked, hooked onto my pussy. He continued penetrating my pussy, giving me shorter harder thrusts.
He leaned over and his hand soon found my clitoris. He began gently rubbing it. I moaned out the pleasure was almost too much. As he continued to caress my clit, he plunged his dick deeper and deeper inside my wet cunt.
I found myself jerking forward viciously and moaning out in pleasure. He was whispering profanities to me, calling me a little whore. Any other time, I would have probably had his head for calling me a whore, but at that moment, it made me feel like the sexiest woman alive. I wanted to be his little whore in a sense. He increased his momentum and was now ramming inside my pussy, he also had begun delivering several hard smacks on my round ass.
With each thrust his palm followed suit with a hard smack.
“Oh Yeah!” I moaned in pure ecstasy. I had begun really enjoying our heated moment. He stopped smacking my ass for a while and his fingers explored the insides of my anus. It felt amazing. I had never been a fan of anal sex, but the way he was able to increase my pleasure by sticking his finger up my ass, was driving me insane. I now wanted to feel his dick up my ass.
“I want it up there,” I begged.
“Where up here”, he said in a husky voice, as he inserted his finger in my anus one more time.
He flicked his finger inside the hole, and asked me again if that was the hole I was referring to.
“Yes yes,” I moaned breathlessly.
Without hesitation he pulled his dick out of my dripping wet pussy. He swabs my anus with some of his salvia as lubrication. Then I felt it. The pressure, too much pressure, a huge foreign object was forcing its way inside my forbidden hole. It felt so painful that I would have asked him to stop had I not been so embarrassed. After all I had been the one who had been begging him to fuck me in the ass. He continued to push up against the constricting muscles that seemed to make my anus unfuckable. He pulled out, and I breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he had given up on this very painful ordeal.
“FUCK! SHIT!” it had taken me by surprised. I had thought he was done with my anus but instead he had just taken a little break.
I felt my asshole had been ripped apart. He had shoved the full length of his massive dick into my petite asshole. He gripped firmly onto my ass cheeks and penetrated the tiny hole over and over. I moaned, and moaned, but he did not stop. He seemed to have a special liking for inflicting pain upon me. He was serving me with a series of hard thrusts. Suddenly he groaned a loud thunderous groan and exploded his cum inside my anus. Feeling him release his hot load inside me, made me want to reach my climax as well. He used his finger to make me cum, rubbing it against my clit until I let out a loud moan and submitted my climax.
Thankfully we were able to clean up and do everything else before Molly and Gretchen arrived. This was the first time that Robert and I ever had sex. Things were weird the entire time during the lunch. I could feel my pussy aching for more of him. What we had done was a quickie; I now wanted him for myself. I wanted to spend the night with him, to make love to him, without having to think about what Molly would do or say if she were to find out. That moment of pleasure made me want to get rid of Molly permanently.
I could hear footsteps coming towards my cell and suddenly reality hit me. Was it my turn to leave this dreadful place? Did Robert finally come to bail me out?
I walked closer to the front of the cell hoping that the footsteps I heard were that of one of the officers coming to release me. I was alone in this jail cell and it caused me to do a lot of thinking and thinking was never my forte. Usually if I’m thinking long and hard about something then I’m scheming and trying to come up with a devious plan. The place where I was at right now was definitely not the place for any of my little schemes. I heard the voice of the officer closer and closer, he was talking to someone else walking beside him. I could not make out the faces in the dark, however from what I saw, I could tell that whoever he was speaking to was not another fellow officer. The person was not dressed in a police uniform, that person had a suit on.
Was it… Could it be Robert? I leaned in closer, my forehead now touching the cold iron bars.
CHAPTER FOUR
The two people drew closer and closer and eventually walked past my cell. I let out a huff of disappointment. For a moment I had honestly thought that it was Robert. I spent the rest of the lonely evening awake, hoping that he would come.
“It’s just one night,” I tried to convince myself as I made my way back to the bed.
“Maybe he’s in a meeting that ran late,” I thought to myself. A cold chill coursed through my body as a horrid thought came upon my mind. What if he’d been in an accident or something really bad had happened to him?
I just could not understand why I had not heard a peep from this man that I loved and who had also expressed his love for me. This was definitely not his usual character; he had always been such a warm, helpful person. The fact that he had not even called me much less come by, made me feel like something was wrong. I still refused to accept the reality of it all. “He’ll be here tomorrow,” I convinced myself as I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.
The sounds of the mechanical clicking woke me up. Morning had come almost too fast. I looked to the front of the cell and realized that a warden had unlocked my cell and was making his way to me.
“It’s time for your arraignment,” he informed me.
He was a tall chocolate toned man; he seemed to be probably in his early forties. Being a lawyer by profession I knew what an arraignment was without him having to explain it to me. The arraignment would be the first step in a lengthy court process. There the judge would officially let me know what I was being charged with. He would let me know how much I would need to pay to get released on bail and he would finally give me the date of my preliminary hearing.
The officer led me to the other side of the station. There in a small room in the back, I waited for the judge to call my name.
“Linda Carter,” I heard a female voice call out. I slowly stepped out from the back with my hands cuffed in front of me. I had been thinking that I would get one of my friends Jerry who worked as a judge here. Jerry had always had a huge crush on me and it would be easy to get him to see my side of the story. Unfortunately as I walked in the front I saw a new face that I did not recognize. The judge was a middle age woman with short brown hair and tiny freckles on her plump face.
The court clerk who was a younger looking woman read out “the somewhat preposterous” charges that were being brought forth against me. I listened in horror knowing full well that I was an innocent party in all of this. I was being charged with Attempted Murder on the life of Molly James and I was also being charged with assault with a deadly weapon, on Ana Jarrett. My jaw dropped when I heard the second charge. What the hell was Ana trying to do to me?
Ana Jarrett was Molly’s babysitter turned best friend. Although we did have a little disagreement and I just happened to pick up the closest thing that
my hands could find to emphasize my point with her while we were arguing I still didn’t understand how this assault charge came about. Thinking about it now, I was sure that Ana was just trying to get back at Robert on behalf of Molly. That day in question was a drama filled day, Molly had just found out some shocking information and a fight had ensued between us. The younger woman who had been present for the entire thing walked up to me in the kitchen and started waving her finger at me.
“YOU, Dirty, Dirty whore. How can you do that to your own sister?” She demanded.
“Stay out of this Ana!” I shot back at her, upset by her interruption. We had been in the kitchen during the time of it all and as she approached me in a very threatening boisterous manner, I grabbed the first thing that my hands could find.
“Yeah, take one more step bitch. I promise I’ll pop you. Go ahead,” I had told her. I was in no way going to harm this woman, but I just wanted to put that fear in her. I was not easily intimidated, and so her little attitude just made me upset if anything. How dare she think it’s okay to talk to me like that in my sister’s house? Whatever what was going on between Molly and I had absolutely nothing to do with her. In fact her only concern should have been Lilly. However in no way did I assault her and she knew that.
My thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the judge. She had asked me one of the most important questions of my life. A question that I never expected to be asked before this recent incident.
“How do you plead Miss Carter?”
I looked straight into the judge’s eyes and responded without hesitation.
“Not guilty, your honor,” I said in a firm tone of voice.
The judge then spoke briefly and then stated that my bail would be set at two hundred thousand dollars and she also informed me of the date for my preliminary hearing, which would be about six months away. The preliminary hearing was the second part in the court process and it would be followed by the trial. With that, she let the officer in the corner know that she was done, with a simple hand gesture.
