by Kane, Carla
Jon smiled, completely in control as he held her straight and worked his fingers up inside her. Suzie rocked her head back and let out a guttural moan as her hips twitched towards him.
‘You like that don’t you?’ Jon whispered.
‘Yes!’ Suzie moaned.
‘You’re not a good girl at all, are you?’
Suzie shook her head, consumed by delirious bliss.
John slipped his fingers deeper inside her, pressing up against the pulsing walls of her canal. He kissed her roughly and wet, then reached down to open his pants. In the darkness of the office, Suzie could only see the outline of it, but it was obviously enormous. Jon smiled wickedly as he watched her, his hand still holding control over her cunt. He rubbed her again.
‘You want to taste it?’ he asked.
‘Hmmm mm,’ Suzie nodded.
‘Ok then.’ He slipped his fingers out of her soaking pussy and stepped back, inserting them in his mouth and sucking her juices off his hand.
Suzie got down on her knees and smacked her lips together in anticipation. She’d never done this before, she’d heard some girls did it but she never thought in a million years it would be her herself. As Jon guided his massive cock towards her lips she opened her mouth and closed her eyes.
It was hard and hot and throbbed with all the power of the man who stood firmly above it. As she stretched her mouth around his thing, she flicked her tongue at the top, exploring the taste for the very first time. It was kind of salty and a little bit musty, like nothing in particular that she’d ever tasted before. Jon put his hands on her head and guided her deeper over his girth.
‘Oh yeah,’ he whispered, ‘that feels so fucking good.’
Suzie went almost all the way to the throat before pulling up again. She gagged reflexively and then smiled up at him meekly. ‘Sorry,’ she said.
‘For what?’ Jon laughed and then stroked her face as she went down on him again.
After a couple more strokes she started to ease into a rhythm all her own. She could get used to this, she thought, having all that power in her mouth, filling her up. Yes, she’d like to do this more often. Without a doubt.
She sucked on his cock and he rocked in and out of her, as though gently making love to her mouth, his hands holding her head firmly between them. He pulled back one last time in a way that let her know he was ready to move onto something else and she smiled up at him, a long stream of saliva and precum hanging out of her lips.
Something in her face awoke an animal instinct in the man and he reached down, placing his hands under her armpits and then roughly wrenching her up. Suzie squealed with excitement as he swept her up in his arms and carried her over to his desk. He set her down and started clearing a space for her body, trying to get everything out of the way as fast as possible without actually destroying anything too important.
He came back to her and kissed her again, his hands rubbing up against her ribs and cupping her breasts. He reached down with one hand and gently but firmly spread her thighs apart. Suzie gasped. She could feel her juices running onto the desk beneath her but something told her Jon wouldn’t mind. Roughly, he pulled her legs towards him and thrust his hard dick up towards her cunt.
It slid against her labia and then pushed inside, filling her with heat and power. The pleasure was so intense Suzie thought she might actually cry as he thrust deeper inside her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as Jon filled her up to the hilt with a grunt of lust and excitement.
He ran his hands back up her body and around her throat. He held her face in his hands and turned it up towards him. He kissed her hard and then rocked his hips back, pulling his cock out of her trench. With a firm, hard movement he pushed forward again, filling her out completely once more.
‘You like it, don’t you?’ he whispered.
‘Uh-huh,’ Suzie whimpered.
‘Ask me for it,’ Jon said as he fucked her with powerful, controlled rhythm.
‘Please!’ Suzie begged.
Jon started to fuck her harder and faster now. He ran his hands down around her body, clutching at her naked flesh which was slippery with hot sweat. She could feel herself starting to cum and reached out to grab onto him lest she fall right off the face of the world. An explosion of pleasure erupted inside her and she emitted a tiny uncontrollable whimper.
As she fell apart before him, Jon continued to fuck her until he too was on the brink of orgasm. He came inside her, filling her with hard bullets of cream. Grunting, like a wild animal, he finally came to a standstill, almost a full minute after he’d exploded in her pussy.
He stepped back from her and pulled up his pants. He turned away. Suddenly the enormity of what had just happened occurred to Suzie and she stood up off the desk, hurriedly pulling on her clothes. Jon continued to face the wall as she dressed. He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. He turned back to Suzie.
‘You want one?’ he asked.
‘No thank you,’ Suzie replied, ‘I don’t smoke.’
‘Maybe that’s a good thing,’ Jon said, ‘did you hear some of the doctors are saying it’s actually bad for you now?’
‘Yes, I think I read about it in Reader’s Digest,’ Suzie said.
Jon smiled. He poured himself another glass of scotch. ‘Where do you live?’ he asked, ‘are you ok to get home?’
‘Brooklyn,’ Suzie replied, ‘I think there’s a train at ten pm.’
‘Ok,’ Jon said, ‘we can share a cab to the station. It’s not safe for you on your own.’
‘Are you sure?’ Suzie asked.
‘Yeah,’ Jon said, ‘come on.’ He tipped up his glass and drained the last of the scotch. He picked up his coat. ‘And Suzie,’ he said.
‘Yeah?’
‘What just happened here? What we just did? It can’t happen again.’
‘I understand,’ Suzie said. She felt a little disappointed but she knew that he was right.
‘I have a wife and kids,’ Jon continued, looking at her seriously.
‘I understand.’
‘Good,’ Jon replied and opened the door. He stepped out into the main office space. ‘Well aren’t you coming then?’
‘Sure,’ Suzie called, glancing around the office to make sure she hadn’t left anything incriminating behind before hurrying out to catch up with him.
So this was the life the Madison Avenue Ad Men then, she considered. What she’d heard about the wild lifestyles hadn’t been true after all. No – the truth was much, much more dirty and depraved.
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Hung Judge
Sin in the Southern Courtroom
It was a hot July morning outside the courtroom in downtown San Antonio. Clara sat in her car across the street from the building and fanned herself with the day’s court documents. The air conditioner was on full blast and yet she was still boiling. She wondered if she could ever get used to this damn Texas heat. It was six months since she’d left her life behind in New York to start again here in the Lone Star State. Six months since she’d first met Harvey out on the desert highway.
Harvey was the sheriff, the “Lone Star” as he liked to put it, of a small town in south Texas and their relationship had started on rocky grounds to begin with – when he’d pulled her over for speeding on the outskirts of his town. One thing led to another and the arrest brought them all the way back to Harvey’s bedroom, by way of a quick liaison in the cell of his office. After that it was clear that they both wanted to take it to the next level and within a week Clara was making arrangements to move in with him.
And things had been swell, at first anyway. Harvey was a great guy, even if he was a little flawed in certain ways, but after five and half months Clara had slowly come to realize that she needed something more out of a man. Yeah, it was charming at first that he seemed to do whatever the hell he pleased – whether that be drinking whiskey on the job or taking her in his arms in a certain way that told her he would get exactly what he wanted right then – but i
t eventually dawned on Clara that if the guy didn’t grow up soon then he just wasn’t somebody she was willing to spend the rest of her life with. Explaining that to him was the hard part.
But yeah, he was a good guy, a real tough southern man, so when they parted it was amicable enough, and whether it hurt him a little or a lot, he wouldn’t have let it show anyway. That kind of attitude was part of the problem in the first place.
After that, Clara moved into San Antonio to throw herself into her work. She’d set up a practice in the city when she first arrived anyway and it wasn’t like there wasn’t an awful lot for her to do. And now here she was, on the sixth day of the Texxon hearing, the most publicized – and complicated – case of her entire career.
Texxon was a billion-dollar oil company, a group that made most of its revenue by cutting corners and screwing up the lives of anybody who had the misfortune to get in their way. The CEO and founder of the group was Ace Cooper, a man whose own vicious personality was the inspiration for Texxon’s cut-throat business model. Years ago, Cooper’s company had illegally dumped gallons of hazardous waste around a small community in the desert by the name of Prudence and the negative fallout was still being shown in the health problems of the local population. The fact that it was only now going to court was a testament to Ace Cooper’s personal sway in the state.
So yeah, Clara was really going up against the big boys here. Ace Cooper and his son Bobby, the company’s vice president, had a whole team of well-trained lawyers, while she was entering into the case alone. And she was doing it all for free too – nobody in the town of Prudence had much cash between them anyway and whatever they could manage to rustle together they needed for medical costs on account of all the pollution. No, Clara was doing this one on principal. And hell, it wasn’t like she got nothing out of it – the fact that her name was in the national papers every morning this week meant that she’d certainly reap the rewards sooner or later, even if she didn’t win.
As she sat in her car and tried to keep herself cool (the deleterious effects of the sweat and clamminess on her appearance were one of the worst things about practicing law in this part of the world), she saw the huge figure of Moses McKennedy striding towards the courtroom steps. Even though she didn’t see eye to eye with the Judge she couldn’t help but smile as she watched him approach his kingdom. He really was something out of this world, the guy seemed to think he still lived in the wild west and she honestly would not be one bit surprised if he occasionally strapped a pair of pistols on his belt and rode out to claim any defendants who hadn’t turned up to his courtroom that day.
The man was at least six foot seven tall, with long, slightly kinky grey hair the color of iron that went down past his shoulders. He was all muscle and sinew, so much so that he looked like he must have grown up on the mountains, raised by bears probably. That wouldn’t have surprised her much either.
He wore the long black robes of his office but perched atop his head he had on a cowboy hat too. The old west – that was where the guy thought he was.
Judge Moses McKennedy was a conservative type whose natural inclination was to side with the likes of Ace and Bobby Cooper, so that set Clara back even further. But nonetheless, she could tell that he was at least an honest man. The guy had strong principles and if the evidence was there then he would rule in whatever way it pointed. Making sure the truth came to light was Clara’s job.
Judge McKennedy continued into the courtroom, turning heads all around him as he passed, like he probably did wherever he went, whether to the grocery store or the county jail. As Clara started gathering up her documents she spotted Ace and Bobby Cooper striding towards the steps with their team of sleazebag attorneys.
‘Shit,’ Clara muttered as she watched them, ‘does everybody in this damn state have to where a cowboy hat?’
Ace and his son both wore Stetsons over their suits. Ace’s was white to match the rest of his southern garb and Bobby’s was tan above a pinstripe blue business suit.
Maybe that’s why I can’t get any respect around here, Clara considered, maybe because I’m not wearing a Stetson.
She waited until the Texxon people had entered the courtroom and then stepped out of her car.
In the lobby she met with the community representatives of Prudence and they went over the matters of the day. After that Clara continued on into Judge McKennedy’s courtroom. The hearing was about to begin.
‘Please rise for the honorable Moses McKennedy,’ the officer announced and the room stood to attention.
Moses McKennedy walked in, sans the hat – which had probably pained him to give up, Clara observed.
‘Be seated,’ he grunted in his deep masculine voice. He had an intonation that sounded like it had been forged in the fires of a bottomless steel mill.
Texxon’s lead attorney stepped forward and started the proceedings. Clara arched her fingers together and braced herself for action.
The case was going smoothly enough, if somewhat slowly, (but then if stalling the process was the best Texxon’s lawyers could do then they probably didn’t have much else to go on) when Clara called Ace Cooper to the stand. This was where things would get interesting.
‘State your name for the record,’ Clara commanded.
‘Well they call me Aces Cooper little darlin,’Ace grinned, his voice sounding like a jolly old gold prospector. Clara couldn’t believe it, but people around there really seemed to buy that bullshit. There was nothing ordinary or humble about the head of Texxon – he’d spent his whole life with a silver spoon in his mouth.
‘Mr. Cooper,’ Clara asked, ‘if you would, could you please state for the court what your opinion on this current case is?’
‘Certainly,’ Ace said, ‘it’s a crock of hooey. A political fix-up of some sort I’d guess, but then you probably know that already, don’t you missy?’
‘A political fix-up that began over thirty years ago?’ Clara asked, a sly smile on her face, ‘by planting Texxon-marked waste on the community of Prudence? Don’t you think that’s a little farfetched, Mr. Cooper?’
Ace Cooper narrowed his eyes. ‘I ain’t got a notion what you mean girl,’ he said.
‘Oh come on,’ Clara snorted, ‘you’re not an idiot, are you? I mean you’re the head of a multinational corporation, you must understand the charges that have been brought against you?’
‘I understand the charges,’ Ace said, ‘I just don’t buy em.’
‘And the evidence?’ Clara asked, ‘you do understand that the evidence against you is so great as to be pretty much completely disprovable, right? I mean, even a total imbecile could see that.’
Ace leaned forward angrily in his chair. Clara could tell she was getting through to him.
‘Now gosh darn it!’ he barked, ‘I won’t just sit her and be insulted like this.’
‘Miss Silverman,’ Judge McKennedy ordered in his deep voice, ‘reel it in.’
Clara glanced up at him, slightly wounded by the rebuttal. ‘I’m only speaking the truth your honor,’ she said.
Cooper’s head lawyer stepped forward. ‘That should be stricken from the record,’ he said, ‘this is a courtroom, not a schoolyard.’
‘Granted,’ Moses said and banged his gavel. He looked down at Clara, his dark furious eyes almost piercing into her soul. ‘That will be all Miss Silverman,’ he said, ‘I don’t know how they do things in New York but down here we have manners. If you can’t learn to conduct yourself properly then things will not go well for you.’
A spark of irritation flashed through Clara’s head and she gritted her teeth. ‘Yes your honor,’ she said and returned to her seat.
Ace Cooper stood up from the stand and, chuckling to himself, walked back to his people.
The rest of the session crawled along without any further progress at all. By the time Judge McKennedy banged his gavel to close the day’s proceedings they were in the exact same place they had been when they began. Clara gathered up her things an
d left, inwardly cursing the phony shtick of Ace Cooper.
Out in the lobby she met up with the prudence townspeople to discuss their next move. As they talked, a young aide came up to her and relayed the message that Judge McKennedy wished to see her in his chamber immediately. Clara had no idea why that could be – it was certainly unconventional – but she excused herself and made her way towards the Judge’s room.
Judge McKennedy’s chamber was on the second floor at the far end of the courtroom. Up there, the tall marble corridor was completely deserted and the only sound to be heard was the faint echo of voices from the people down in the lobby at the other end of the building. Clara stepped up to the big mahogany door and knocked.
‘Enter!’
She opened the door and stepped inside. There at his desk was the huge figure of Moses McKennedy, still dressed in his black robes. He frowned sternly as she entered.
‘Sit,’ he bade, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk.
Clara stepped forward. ‘Your honor,’ she said, ‘what’s all this about?’
‘I said sit,’ Moses repeated.
Something about the way he said it made her instantly obey, as though his voice was so powerful and commanding that it could speak directly to her very muscle-memory. Clara pulled back the chair and sat down. Beneath his implacable glare she suddenly felt very naked and vulnerable.
‘You got a real attitude problem, don’t you girl?’
Clara blinked. ‘Excuse me?’ she said.
‘Shut your mouth,’ the Judge barked, ‘you got a real attitude problem – don’t you girl?’
Clara stared at him. The shock of his words had jolted her out of her obedience. No way was she going to let him talk to her like this. But then again, he was the presiding judge on the most important case of her life so she had to at least try to keep her cool.
‘Your honor,’ she said, ‘I’m only trying to do right by the people of Prudence.’