Chapter 7
Susan was late. She couldn't imagine what Diane was doing in jail, but it was her duty to get her friend out. She was late because she'd spent an hour trying to get Rick to come, but Rick was so damn drunk that it was probably a good thing that he didn't.
Susan walked into the jail still wearing her party clothes. She saw a good-looking policeman looking at her, and she gave him the eye. The policeman smiled back. He was a gorgeous hunk, and she wouldn't have minded riding his cock.
But she was in a hurry.
There was a crusty old man behind the desk at the jail. He gave her the eye, but this time she didn't smile back. She could do better than an old man who looked like he was on his last legs.
"I want to get Diane Rutherford out," Susan said.
"Yeah," the old man said, "you look like you might be a friend of hers."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that all you rich types stick together," the jailer said.
"I just want to get my friend out," Susan said. "You can save your sarcasm."
The old jailer nodded. "All right, honey. Come with me and I'll show you your friend."
Susan followed the jailer even though she didn't like the feel of the jail. She felt sorry for Diane being in a place like this. She wanted to hurry and get her friend out.
"Your friend's in here," the jailer said.
Susan was shocked. Pretty Diane Rutherford didn't look so pretty or snobbish any more. She was lying on the cold cement of a jail cell. She was completely naked, covered with spunk, and it looked like she'd been raped by a dozen men.
"Oh my God!" Susan gasped. "Diane, are you all right?"
Diane turned to look at her and tried to smile, but she was too tired. She could only attempt to raise one hand in a kind of weak greeting.
"What did you do to her?" Susan asked. "You filthy bastard! What did you do to her?"
"I didn't do anything to her," the jailer said. "I wouldn't hurt her. She was like that when she came in."
"You lying bastard!" Susan said.
"Sure," the jailer said, "but that's what we'll tell the judge if any troubles come. The police officers who arrested her will claim that she was drunk and fucking all comers at a neighborhood party. In fact, I think we'll say that about you, too."
"What do you mean?" Susan asked.
Susan was suddenly scared. She was alone and had no way of protecting herself from this awful old man. And she suddenly knew that the same thing could happen to her that had happened to Diane.
The jailer was pressing her back against Diane's cell.
"You be nice to me," the jailer said. "You be nice or I'll put you the same place I put your friend. Do you think you could handle that, bitch? There were more than twelve men in that cell."
Susan trembled as she thought about what he was telling her. Diane had been brutally raped by twelve men, and he was telling her that none of them would ever be punished. Diane was strong. She could handle it and Susan would help her.
But who would help both of them if she allowed herself to be raped that way.
"Will you let me take her home when you're done with me?" Susan asked.
"Of course," the jailer answered. He leaned over and put his hands on either side of her waist. She felt his hands moving around until he was gently caressing her shapely ass. Susan kept from jerking away. "I'm glad to see you're being smarter than your friend."
There was nothing else Susan could do. The jailer kissed her mouth and she felt his hot probing tongue. She parted her lips and started rubbing her tongue against his. She felt the jailer's fingers digging into her asscheeks.
"Oh yeah, baby," the jailer said. "You're something else. You've got a sweet fucking ass!"
His fingers kept digging into her asscheeks and she felt something like a warm tingle in her pussy. She told herself that she was only feeling nervous, that this old man couldn't be doing anything for her.
But it had been a long time since Rick had given her a good fuck!
The jailer was kissing her again. She let him rub his tongue inside her mouth for a long time. She was getting uncomfortable with her back-pressed against the wall. She pushed him away.
"Don't start getting cute, baby," the jailer warned.
"I'm not getting cute," she said, "but don't you have any place to go, or do you plan on fucking me here in the hallway?"
The jailer smiled. "No, baby, I don't plan on fucking you here."
He took her hand and pulled her down the hallway to an empty cell. He pushed her inside and locked the door. He put his keys inside his pocket. She could see the front of his trousers being pushed out by his hard prick.
"You look like you've got a problem," she said.
"I sure do, bitch," he said. "And you're going to take care of it for me."
He walked over and sat down on the edge of a cot. He unzipped his trousers and pulled his half-rigid cock out of his pants. Susan swallowed nervously as she looked at the thick purplish head and realized what he wanted from her.
"Come here, slut," the jailer told her. "Come here and show me how much you like my cock. Worship it on your knees, whore!"
Susan nodded. She went to him and sank to her knees on the cold concrete floor. She was good at sucking cock. Her husband called her an expert, but she had never practiced on anyone else. She put her hand around the base of his cock. She lifted the purplish head.
"Ummmm," she cooed softly as her wet tongue flicked at the end of his throbbing cock.
The old jailer could not believe his luck. He moaned with pleasure as her practiced lips and tongue worked around the sensitive head of his prick.
"Oh fuck, bitch," he groaned. "This is what I like!"
Finally her wet mouth opened and she took the end of his cock between her lips. She immediately spit it out again, her tongue moving down the soft underside of his cock to where his prick came out of his trousers.
"Let me take those off," the jailer said. He unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down. His shorts were ripped as he hurriedly jerked them off.
Susan put her lips back to the bloated head of his prick. This time she licked the massive throbbing head until it was covered with her spit. She jabbed at the tiny eye with her tongue and tasted pre-cum.
She moved her tongue down his cock again and began to tongue his bloated balls. She could feel them pulsating as she ran her tongue over them. She sucked one into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. She felt the old jailer jerk with pleasure.
"God," he moaned, "I've never had it so fucking good!"
She kept tongue-teasing his balls for a while, then let her tongue move back up to the head of his cock. She had most of his cock covered with her spit and now she took the massive knob gingerly back into her mouth.
The old man grabbed her by her blonde head and rammed his cock deep into her mouth. He had grown tired of her teasing. He kept his prick in her throat as she sputtered for breath. Finally he let her pull her head back a little.
"Suck it, bitch," he told her. "Suck my prick like a goddamn cocksucking whore!"
The old jailer kept his hands on the back of her head, but he didn't try to pull her any more. Instead, he let her establish her own pace. She slowly let her mouth slide back until her teeth touched the sensitive rim of his prick.
Then she swallowed his prickmeat again, she could feel his pulsating knob at the back of her throat. It made her stomach feel warm. God, she liked to suck cock. She had thought it was just her husband's cock she liked, but she was finding out that she just liked sucking cock.
Her blonde head began bobbing slowly, taking his hot prick deep into her mouth and then spitting it out again.
"Yeah," he groaned. "You suck nice, bitch! Mine's not the only piece of hot prickmeat that you've wrapped those luscious lips around."
She couldn't answer him. Her tongue started working around his stiff flesh. She could feel her mouth filling with saliva as she sucked him. Her heart was pounding. She could feel her pussy pouring hot juices into her panties.
It didn't seem possible, but she was getting really turned on sucking this old man's prick.
Maybe it was just the thought of being raped. Every woman has fantasies about rape, and Susan had more than her share. But seeing Diane with all that jism covering her body had made Susan think of her own gang-bang dreams. It made her hot and shiverish.
"God," the old jailer moaned, "suck it hard now. Move your head, bitch. Suck it hard and I'll give you a hot mouthful of cum!"
The old man was laughing as if he thought he was being cruel by shooting his cum in her mouth. Probably he'd had a lot of women who didn't like having cum in their mouths. But Susan was different-she wanted him to shoot. She was turned on thinking about his jism splattering the insides of her mouth.
"Shit!" he gasped as her head bobbed faster and her wild tongue seemed to be caressing every inch of his hot prickmeat. He felt her fingers playing with his balls, and that was almost all he could stand.
"I'm going to fucking come!" he screamed. "Oh shit, I can feel it coming! I'm shooting! AHHHH!"
He stabbed deep into her mouth, and she felt the first hot spurts of his cum. She was a little unhappy-he didn't have enough. She kept tugging at his cock for more. She swallowed all of his thick jism easily.
"Oh God," he groaned. "Don't suck it off, baby."
She only grinned and kept pulling at his cock. Finally he was able to push her head away. She sensed that he was surprised she had swallowed his cum. She also sensed his surprise that she was acting kind of randy.
She put her lips back on his cock, and he pushed her away again.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"It's kind of sensitive, baby," he said. "But don't worry, you gave me the best suck I've ever had. You should go into the blow-job business. You'd make a fantastic whore!"
"But what about our fuck?" Susan questioned. "You said I'd have to fuck you to get Diane out of jail."
"You can have your friend," the old jailer said. "I'm too pooped to fuck. I can only get it up once."
Susan grinned. That was what he thought. She was feeling horny and she wasn't leaving the cell without getting a good fuck from this old man. He owed her that for getting her so worked up.
Susan knew she could get him hot again. She knew what she had to offer. She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. She saw his eyes go to her tits.
"What are you doing?" he asked. He licked his dry lips.
"I promised you a fuck," she said, "and you're going to get a fuck ... the best you ever had!"
"But I can't," he protested.
"We'll just see about that," Susan said.
Somehow their relationship had changed. The old jailer was no longer in charge. Susan had the power as she took her blouse off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her big round tits popped free for his eyes. She knew he had seen Diane's, and Diane's were bigger, but Susan knew her own were beautiful.
He rubbed his crotch, and Susan could already see a little bit of reaction. "God, you're going to kill me!"
She undid her dress and let it fall. She skimmed off her panties and did a little turn for him. She knew he was feasting on her gorgeous asscheeks. Her ass had turned him on before, and she knew it would do it again.
"Oh my God!" he gasped.
She sat down on his lap and kissed his mouth. She felt his tongue probing her lips. His hands moved up to cup her titties. She pressed her titty-flesh into his fingers. She could feel her clit getting hard and aching. She took his hand and pressed his fingers between her legs.
"I'm so hot, baby," she said, squirming around on his lap. "Sucking your big dick made me that way. I've never sucked a bigger, stiffer dick or swallowed so much cum. Did you like the way I swallowed it, baby?"
"Oh fuck, yes!" he answered.
She was lying to him, but it was working. She could feel his cock getting harder and poking into her asscheeks. She pushed him back on the cot and straddled him.
"What are you doing?" he asked her, his voice sounding shocked. "The man's supposed to be on top."
"Aren't you old-fashioned, honey," Susan giggled. "And I suppose you only fuck a woman's pussy, too!"
The old man didn't know what to think about that. But right now, Susan wanted her cunt fucked. She could let some other good-looking woman introduce him to the pleasure of ass-fucking.
She grabbed his cock and guided it to her swollen pussy-lips. She spread her legs wide and let his prick touch her quivering cunt.
"Oh Jesus," Susan moaned, "this is what I want!"
Susan sat down on his hard cock. She felt his stiff prick pushing past her cuntlips and into her pussy. She felt his heavy balls against her. She moaned in pleasure as the lewd shiverish feelings went through her body.
"I love that!" she cried. "I love that fucking cock!"
She knew the old man was thinking he was really a cocksman, but she didn't give a damn about him. All she cared about was that fat cock that filled her pussy so completely. She bent over and pushed her tits into his hairy chest.
"Does this feel good, sugar?" she asked. "You bitch," he moaned. "You bitch, it feels good ... fucking good!" She kissed his mouth and drove her tongue deep into his throat. She no longer gave a damn that he had blackmailed her into doing this. The only thing that mattered was that it felt so fucking good.
She could feel her juices beginning to boil. She started to bounce up and down gently on his fat cock. She could feel his prickhead deliciously spreading her pussy-walls each time she moved. She felt his hands moving down her back to play with her asscheeks.
"Let me get on top," he said. "Let me fuck you."
"No," Susan answered. "It's just fine this way."
Susan bounced faster. She felt him moving his hands up and he started to play with her tits. She was loving this. She wished it could last forever, but she could already feel preorgasmic feelings coming over her.
Finally Susan couldn't stand being on top any longer. She willingly rolled over onto her back, pulling him with her. He started ramming his fat prick into her cunt. He was really giving it to her-even stronger than a younger man.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me like that!"
Susan raised her legs and locked them tightly around his back. She could feel his swollen cock sliding deeper into her pussy. She began to tighten her cuntwalls, and she could feel him getting more excited.
"Oh shit, baby," he groaned. "You'd better come soon."
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She let the delicious pleasure wash over her body. Her cunt began to soak his cock in steaming pussy-juice.
"I'm coming, babe!" she screamed. "Oh, give me that fat dick! Give it to me! OH FUCK!"
She felt her body exploding in a thousand shivers of delight. She was bucking like a wild horse, and the old man was having trouble staying on top. Almost immediately she could feel his cock getting fatter, and she felt the first of his hot cum spurting into her.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus, it feels good. Come in my pussy! Come in me!"
"You fucking whore," he moaned. "Fucking whore-bitch ... I'm coming. I'm blowing my wad!"
He rammed forward, and this time he seemed to have even more cum than he had before. He kept shooting it into her until she made one last motion with her ass and drained him dry.
Susan leaned back with a soft smile on her face. She had shown the bastard. She knew he would not soon forget this fuck, and he would never get another one better.