Those 365 Letters

by Ford, Mia

  “Yes,” I gasped when she let go of the kiss.

  She reached down then and unfastened my belt, followed by unzipping the jeans. Then she reached inside with her long, slender fingers and curled her digits around my thickening cock and pulled it from its prison.

  I was now fully erect and stretching up high from my body. The dick was almost curling backwards to lie flat against my stomach. It was so hard. I bet she could have used it to balance her whole body on and it would have stayed sturdy. Something like that was probably about to happen…

  “That’s such a beautiful dick…” Cora moaned.

  She was still cradling it with her fingers, rubbing over the tip of it, and then pulling on the bottom of it as she slid her hand up and down the shaft. If she continued I was definitely going to come hard and fling my salty, cum all over her hand.

  Cora placed her hand over top my shaft in an overhand position now. Her grip was tight and strong around it and it was starting to hurt just a bit. I wondered what was on her mind.

  “What do you want me to do?” Cora asked.

  “Whatever you want, baby,” I said. I was genuinely curious to see what plans she had for me and I was too worked up to think.

  Cora pulled hard on my dick and let it go. The rigid shaft flew back against my stomach and bounced up and down a few times. She did this again. And again.

  Finally, after the last time Cora encircled my cock with her fingers and started to move her hand up and down in a quick, rapid fire manner. She had the perfect amount of grip on it.

  I leaned back and closed my eyes, just listening to the sounds of her flesh scraping back and forth against mine, and the moans that were escaping from my throat. I was going to come soon. I knew it. Was this what she wanted? I would be able to go again—I knew that—but it might take a few minutes to recharge the batteries.

  Suddenly, Cora stopped.

  “Wait there,” Cora said. “Don’t touch anything.”

  I obeyed the orders. I was so ready to blow my load everywhere, but my curiosity was staying strong.

  Cora was standing up before me now. I watched her as she slowly removed her clothing, starting with her blouse, then the bra, and then her skirt, and panties beneath. She was now standing there in front of me stark naked and looking more beautiful than any woman I’d ever been in the presence of.

  My dick was still hard as a rock. It begged to be touched; it screamed out for sensation. A small trickle of pre cum slipped out of the tip of my dick just then, completely unprompted. Cora seemed rather amused by this.

  She strode over to me and bent down to closely look at my shaking, hard cock. There was a naughty smile spreading across her lips.

  Cora stuck her tongue out and applied it to the base of my shaft. Then she slowly moved her tongue slowly from the bottom to the top and watched with glee as another few drops of pre cum seeped out of my dick hole. This time she allowed the drops to fall onto her gliding tongue and when she reached the tip of my dick, she enclosed her mouth around the head and sucked hard.

  I clenched my fists. My body began to jerk slightly as my entire being went into a small orgasm.

  Cora looked up at me with that naughty look in her eyes. She’d tasted my cum and from the look of things she was enjoying it immensely.

  She licked her lips and then wrapped my entire cock inside of her mouth as she allowed her head to drop down onto me. Her hot breath brushed against the skin of my shaft, as if it was grasping and pulling on me all on its own.

  My entire cock was inside of Cora’s mouth. Her teeth were resting on the top and the bottom providing just a little bit of suction.

  “God, that is good…” I purred as Cora used her mouth to pull me in and out of her sweet, wetness. I rested my hand on the back of her head to offer a little bit of guidance and also to provide some affection and let her know just how appreciative I was of how much pleasure she was giving me.

  Her hair was soft, and sleek. It was Angelic, just like the rest of her. I felt so connected to her in every single way—physically, mentally, and even spiritually (even though I’ve never considered myself a religious person).

  I was moving my hips now, rocking just enough to guide my cock in and out of her tightening mouth. I realized that it was indeed tightening, but just a little bit at a time. Cora had the most masterful control. The suction was getting tighter and better with every single stroke in and out of her mouth. Her sharp teeth were scraping against my skin, but not enough to be painful. I just knew they were there and that little bit of fear was enough to kick things up to another level.

  Cora suddenly went all the way down and held her mouth there at the base. I was fully inside her mouth and inching into the back of her wet, tight throat. I was in the most pleasure I’d ever been in and I didn’t know how much I was going to be able to take before I just blew my entire load all over the place and my body collapsed.

  “Honey…” I moaned. “I’m going to come…”

  I could feel Cora giggle slightly and then she released my cock, letting it slip out of her mouth and scrape past her soft, sensuous lips.

  My dick was now covered in a film of beautiful, white, almost foamy saliva. Cora took advantage and grabbed my dick between both of her hands. She then started to rub up and down on my cock, alternating top and bottom positions with her hands creating some sweet crisscross pattern.

  My testicles were tingling and I knew I was about to blow my load, but then Cora stopped. She leaned forward and kissed me hard.

  I pulled away from the kiss and laid down on the couch. My dick was standing straight up in the air hard as could be. It was ready. It was time.

  “Baby, ride me hard,” I said.

  Cora climbed on top of me and sat down on my stiff boner. The look of pure joy on her face as she slid down the length of my shaft was something I always looked forward to seeing. I loved watching how her face went from shock and surprise to final acceptance as my thick cock stretched her sweet, wet, pool to its absolute brink.

  “Fuck me!” I growled.

  I wanted to fill Cora up with every single drop of my hot cum. She was going to love it. And I loved her. I knew it without a doubt in my being. I wanted to be with Cora until the day I died.

  “Shit!” Cora moaned as she rose up and down on top of me. Her sweet ass slapped against the tight skin of my sack as she came down.

  I could feel her getting wetter and tighter on top of me. She was done playing games; now it was time for her to experience the full throttle of pleasure that I wanted to give her.

  There were flashing lights.

  Outside. I could see them suddenly through the living room curtains.

  “What the hell?” I asked out loud.

  Cora noticed that I was now staring out the window and followed my gaze, concern growing across her face as well.

  “What’s going on?” Cora asked. I could hear the fear in her voice and it pissed me off. I didn’t ever want her to be scared of anything.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “Get dressed.”

  Cora leapt off me and started putting her clothes back on. I quickly did the same, finishing buttoning my last button when the knock at the door came.

  “Police! Open up!”

  I looked at Cora. “Police? What the hell…?”

  I opened the door to see two cops standing there. They did not look too pleased to be there.

  “Landon Thomas Glatt?” The front cop said. He was middle aged, balding, and looked like he’d been passed up for detective enough times to make him very bitter. And that could be a dangerous quality for a cop to have.

  “Yeah,” I said. “What’s going on?”

  “We’ll explain everything in a moment,” the cop said. I noticed for the first time that his badge said Sergeant Larkin. “Ma’am would you go with Officer Smith? We have to take you both down to the station for some questioning.”

  “What?” Cora exclaimed. “What are you talking about? This is a horrible mi
stake.”

  Officer Smith, who looked like he’d just gotten out of the academy about three hours ago, stepped forward. “Best if you do follow orders ma’am. We can get this all straightened out quickly for you.”

  “Just do what they say, Cora,” I said. “Whatever this mistake is—and I assure you it is a colossal mistake—my lawyer, Burt Dennings will take care of it in a heartbeat.”

  I’d hoped that name dropping—something I loathed doing ever—my lawyer would put a bit of fear in these two police officers, but it didn’t seem to register a thing on Sergeant Larkin.

  Cora walked with the young cop who led her outside.

  “Alright, get up against the wall and spread ‘em,” Larkin said.

  I started to protest, but I figured it was useless. And it was idiotic to say anything that could have been used against me. I’d play along and contact my lawyer, and then get home for some rest before my flight left at four a. m. I should have already left, but I wanted to spend one last evening with Cora before heading to Los Angeles. She’d offered to come with me, but I was going to be so tied up with work I wouldn’t have had any time to spend with her.

  The sergeant patted me down and then stepped back from me. He seemed almost disappointed that he didn’t find anything on my person.

  “We are working on getting a search warrant for the property if we need one,” Larkin said.

  “What is this about? What are you talking about?”

  “We’ve received a report that you have been holding this young girl against her will and that you’ve used intimidation tactics and blackmail to force her to perform sexual favors on you. This is a very serious allegation, Mr. Glatt.”

  “Are you nuts? That’s crazy. Cora is my girlfriend. I’ve never forced her to do anything. We are in love.”

  “Well, then you have nothing to worry about. I still have to take you down to the station and ask you some more questions.”

  “Fine,” I said. “But I won’t answer anything more until my lawyer is present.”

  Larkin smirked. “Suit yourself.”

  He grabbed my arm and guided me out the door and towards his waiting police car.

  What in the hell was all this?

  Chapter 13

  Cora

  “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard!” I shouted.

  “Keep your voice down, miss,” Sergeant Larkin said raising his hand.

  I wanted so badly to punch him right in his big, dumb face. He loved control and he had little. That was the most annoying type of person one could ever think to encounter. And I was in a stupid interrogation room with him down at the police station. This was not the type of night I’d anticipated.

  “I’m sorry,” I said politely. “But this is crazy. I don’t know where you ever got a story like that. Who reported this nonsense?”

  “We aren’t at liberty to say; it’s an anonymous tip. And we are required to check all these reports out to verify if they have merit.”

  “Ok, well, can I go now? Are you releasing Landon?”

  “We will, but first we need to go over a few more things.”

  I groaned. “Ok. What?”

  “When did you first meet Mr. Glatt?” Larkin asked.

  I told him the entire story of how we met at the carnival and then later some friends orchestrated a second meeting for the two of us.

  “And I assure you, he has never forced me or coerced me to do anything against my will. He is the most decent man I’ve ever known and I love him very much. We are in love. We have a great relationship. It is real. There is nothing strange going on with it. He isn’t abusing me in any way.”

  Larkin sighed, as if he was really disappointed. I wondered if he was really itching to break some kind of a scandal against the young rich guy. People like Larkin were so small, petty, and jealous. That was why he would retire in a few years with nothing more to show for his life than arresting jaywalkers, writing up parking tickets, and a cheap, gold watch given to him by the taxpayers for his years of “service”. I’ve always respected men and women in uniform. But when the power goes to their heads unnecessarily and they try to screw over good people, I have a huge problem with that. Larkin wasn’t some big shot; he was far from it. For a small town cop, there was very little danger and a lot of boredom. Everyone knew that. Someone like Larkin was hardly out there putting it on the line and risking his life.

  Larkin let me go soon after this. I walked out to the front lobby of the police station and saw my parents standing there looking very nervous and quite concerned.

  “Honey, are you alright?” My father asked giving me a big hug.

  “Of course,” I said. “It was all some crazy misunderstanding. Did they let Landon go, yet?” I asked.

  “We don’t know,” My mother replied. “We just got here.”

  I asked the officer at the desk if Landon was still there.

  “He was released about half an hour ago,” the cop said.

  I glanced at the clock. It was almost two in the morning. We’d been at the station almost four hours. What in the hell? They’d kept me waiting in that interrogation room for well over an hour and then wasted my time grilling me with stupid questions. Most of the questions were the same questions but phrased differently to try to trip me up. It was easy to see through and easy to beat if you were telling the truth, which I was. It was all such a waste of time.

  “Well, I would love to talk to him,” I said. “But he is probably sleeping. That’s why he isn’t here waiting for me. He has a flight to catch in a few hours.”

  “We see,” my father said. “Of course. You will call him tomorrow.”

  “Yeah,” I said.

  I followed my parents out to their car and we went home. As we rode along I felt myself getting very tired, but I was also worried. I doubted I was going to get much sleep. I needed to know how Landon was and what he was thinking about this mess.

  Who could have made that bogus call? I had one thought the moment I asked myself that question, but I quickly dismissed it. There was no way. No… they would never have done something that vile. I felt ashamed for even thinking about it.

  My parents were good people.

  There was just no way…

  Chapter 14

  Landon

  I adjusted myself in the chair and tried to close my eyes to get some sleep. I needed rest, and lots of it. Otherwise I was going to look like a zombie tomorrow in the meeting with one of our wealthiest investors, Cormac Mitchell. He and my father went way back, almost to the earliest days of my father’s company.

  I could remember seeing him talking with my father when I was just a little boy of six or seven years old. And now here I was as the new CEO of the company having a serious meeting with the man. He was a good person and I admired him a lot. He was one of the few people in our business who had a great set of scruples.

  I couldn’t get Cora out of my mind. The thought of her sitting in that damp, dark, depressing interrogation room while those stupid cops made those idiotic allegations against me was enough to make my blood boil. What in the hell had caused all this? If I ever found out who made such a silly rumor up and phoned it in to the police that person would not be smiling about their prank for very much longer, that I could assure you.

  It was a little after four and I’d just made it to the plane in time. I was exhausted, but I was also very wired. I was angry. I was a little confused and even hurt by the allegations. How could anyone think that I would ever have forced Cora to do anything or be with me against her will? What kind of a pathetic psychopath did they think I was?

  I tried to shake it off and relax. I took a sip from the bottle of mineral water beside me and then leaned back in my chair. I had the reclining function tilted all the way back and it was gloriously comfortable, but I had too many thoughts rolling through my mind.

  I wanted to text Cora, but I couldn’t make a text while in flight; It probably would have been fine, but I never took a cha
nce while in the air. If there was even a slight chance the signal could interfere with the high tech and highly sensitive navigation system in the aircraft—that was something you just didn’t want to mess with.

  I brought my chair back up to the normal position and picked up the new Stephen King novel I was reading. Sometimes a good story could put my mind at ease enough to sleep.

  Cora… was she still at the police station? No. She couldn’t be. Surely, she was the one who told the cops how it was all a mistake, otherwise I would have been thrown in a cell. And they’d have had to let me call my lawyer.

  Which I was still burnt up angry about. I’d asked for my phone call to phone my attorney and they said I could do so in a few minutes. They left the room and didn’t show back up for over an hour. Then they grilled me with questions that I refused to answer. I was not going to play their game. So I sat there quietly while they yapped their gums and tried to intimidate me with their good cop-bad cop scenarios, which played off more like stupid cop-stupider cop.

  I was going to file a complaint the moment I landed. There was no way this hick police department was going to get away with any of this. I was too fired up and Landon Glatt was not the type of man you just messed with and got away with it scot-free.

  I had far too much of my father in me for that. I might not roast your balls over an open fire like he would, but you were going to feel some wrath.

  What was Cora thinking? I knew she was scared when the cops arrived. She was a strong, beautiful woman who was more than capable of taking care of herself, but it was a natural response to an unknown situation. Neither of us had any idea what was in store for us and when it would end.

  I don’t get scared easily, but I was when the cops showed up. However, the fear quickly turned to anger, and then to total outrage when I found out why.

  Was it all over the news yet? Oh, sure… that was bound to happen. How many of the media outlets—especially, the local ones—would love to get a picture of me on their front page with a scandal for a headline. “Billionaire Playboy’s Blackmailed Sex Slave”.