Mary was washing herself in readiness when the law enforcer turned up at the door to
collect his payment. He didn’t knock nor did he acknowledge John’s presence in the room as
he strode in.
‘Take me to your bed, woman and pay your husband’s obligation.’
Mary’s heart thumped in her chest as she quickly led him to the small back room she
shared with her daughters and the law enforcer shooed Sabreen and Hebe from the room and
closed the door behind her whilst Mary stood on the mat she called her bed and waited for
his instructions.
‘Take off your robe and loosen your hair,’ he demanded.
Mary shrugged off her gown and pulled the clip from her long brown hair so that it
fell like a veil around the soft, pale mounds of her breasts. She knew she should feel
shame at having to reveal her body to the law enforcer, but instead, it felt wickedly
delicious to be standing in front of this dark stranger, displaying her body for his
appraisal whilst her juices simmered unseen between her legs. She lowered her gaze from
his piercing, black eyes lest he should notice the evil lust that lurked there.
The law enforcer let his hungry eyes wander leisurely over every inch of Mary’s
body, savouring each womanly curve and crevice with the relish of a needful, wifeless man
until Mary began to feel unnerved by his unwavering gaze.
He took off his helmet to reveal a shock of unusual red hair that fell over his ears now
and softened his hard features in an almost appealing way and then he took a step towards
Mary and her stomach lurched. He squeezed her nipples between his gloved fingers and
smiled when Mary gasped. Then he took off his gloves and ran his fingers through Mary’s
soft brown hair, bringing it up to his nose and taking a long breath of her fragrant
locks. Mary shivered under his intimate touch. He was one moment soft and gentle and then
without warning, hard faced and cruel once again and this both confused and excited Mary.
He reached down past her softly rounded belly to her nest of tight curls, grabbing a
handful and tightening his grip until Mary let out a pained cry and then he clamped his
lips firmly over hers and swallowed her whimper with a hard and passionate kiss. Mary
found herself unable to resist and responded breathlessly as he forced his tongue into her
mouth but still he continued to twist her pubic hairs in his fist until Mary began to
struggle and moan in pain. Only then did he push her roughly away so that she landed in a
heap on the mat. He laughed at her wounded expression, his black eyes now devoid of
emotion again. This man was dangerous but Mary found him irresistible.
‘Take off my clothes,’ he said, his voice husky and thick with a lust he couldn’t
disguise. Mary knew that he wanted her body and this knowledge gave her a strange
confidence that made her prance wantonly in front of him, pushing out her firm breasts and
standing with her legs slightly parted as she removed his jacket.
His huge presence dominated the small, unfurnished room and Mary thought that she
would never again be able to sleep here without recalling the feeling in her belly at this
moment. She felt breathless as if he had sucked all the oxygen from the room and her
heartbeat was quickened by his closeness and the thought of what he was about to make her
do. Mary nervously unbuttoned his tunic and stripped it from him to reveal his strong,
broad chest. Now she could feel his warmth radiating from his dark skin.
When she knelt to unbutton his tight breeches, her shaking hands brushed against the
hardness of his restrained cock and she let out a gasp as the thick shaft sprang free and
bounced so close to her face that she could smell his musky scent…His manhood had not been
caged. Her stomach began to churn with the forbidden need for this man’s penis inside her.
And at that moment, Mary would have traded her position as John Carpenter’s wife just to
feel his stiffness forge its way into the forbidden depths of her vagina.
She bent to pull off his boots and the tip of his insistent erection nudged against
her forehead. Mary had a near uncontrollable desire to take his hardness into the warm,
wetness of her mouth and she had to swallow the saliva her desire had created. Her cheeks
flushed with embarrassment that such a wicked thought could dwell in her mind.
‘What would you have me do for you, sir?’ She looked up into his face, almost
pleadingly and his cock very near touched her lips as she spoke. She could have stuck out
her tongue and savoured the taste of him. She felt sure that her glazed eyes and flushed
cheeks would betray her lust.
He looked down at her, a sneer curling the edges of his cruel mouth and stepped
forward until his hardness pressed against her now closed lips. Mary took a deep
shuddering breath and parted her lips, allowing him to slip easily into her open mouth.
The taste of his manhood on her tongue as he pushed himself deeper only fuelled her need
for him more. He pushed forward, filling her up until she began to retch on his thick
shaft as it nudged against the back of her throat but the law enforcer showed no mercy and
held her head still at his crotch, winding her long hair around his fist to secure her
position whilst he thrust in and out of her stretched lips.
His gaze never once left Mary’s as he forced himself on her and he smiled mockingly
as he spilt his seed onto her tongue.
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