Val Marrick - Slave niece

In and out Kirk fucked his massive cock. Mary's hindquarters came alive to a fluid, slithering, sensuous motion that constantly surrounded the man's cock in delicious liquid fire. Her rigid nipples burned holes in his hairy chest, thrilling to the raspy feel grating over them. Her fingers played like small animals over his muscular back.

It was like heaven to have Kirk back. It was indescribable for Mary to have his cock driving in and out of her cunt again. She thought she would never feel it forcing its way into the tight oily channel of her twat like this again. Now she had that beautiful cock in her cunt again, and she never wanted to let it go.

Clawed hands clutched her asscheeks, pinioning the squirming girl on the mighty prick. Kirk's mouth was pressed to Mary's in a soul-searing kiss while their bellies slapped together and drew apart, rhythmically, urgently.

"Oh! You've… got me so hot!" Mary managed to gasp between piston strokes of Kirk's cock. "I'm… about to… come!"

"Me too, baby," Kirk grunted. "Just hang on a second longer – uuuuuggghhh!"

To Kirk it seemed as if a hydraulic press was crushing his cock. The throbbing prick was thrust to the hilt in Mary's snatch, with her legs wrapped around his trim waist and her dainty feet squeezing against his butt to force still more of the maddening length of cock staff into the ravenous cavity of her cunt. And the entire length of her pussy clamped without warning on his deeply driven prick.

Every muscle in his fit body seemed to tie itself in knots. For a moment he was suspended in time and space as he quivered on the brink of climax, frozen, into a statue by the pre-orgasmic pulse of Mary's pussy muscles. Then they both came.

Kirk fucked frantically in and out of the girl while his cock filled her with seething cum. Mary arched her back with the wild need to take in every inch of cock, every drop of jizz. Their souls melted together as their bodies thrashed in delirious joy.

At last, when the overwhelming passions had subsided, the lovers lay side by side, gazing into each other's faces. Kirk's big cock lay inside Mary's cunt like a sleeping giant. It was still partly hard.

"You knew my name," Mary said. Kirk kissed her and nodded.

"I know a lot about you. And about your uncle, the District Attorney."

A chill went through Mary's body. Kirk held her more tightly. "Don't worry. I have a good idea of what he did to you. And I – we're – going to make sure he can't touch you anymore."

A tear leaked out of one of Mary's green eyes. "How? What do you mean?"

Kirk sighed. "It's a long story. As you've probably guessed, I'm not the young executive type I pretended to be the other afternoon. I'm a special investigator for the state Attorney General's task force on organized crime."

Mary's mouth gaped open. "So that's why you had the gun…"

"And that explains how I knew you had been picked up by the police – and why I was able to get you out so easily." He gazed at her. She felt her soul begin to sink into the depths of his indigo eyes. "We've been working on involuntary prostitution. We've got your uncle tied to your friend Perry Roadman – both as a customer and as a patron. To say nothing of procurer, in your case." His voice had a hard edge now, and his eyes gleamed like blue steel.

"We've got Castle tied to heroin too. He's in a deep dark hole, and we're about to start shoveling in the dirt." He hesitated. "You don't mind? That we're going to…"

"I hope you crucify him!" Mary hissed with such venom that Kirk drew back. "I hope you cut his lecherous, hypocritical balls off!"

"Whoo!" Kirk breathed. "That answers that. We're going to. And we're going to get you out from under the thumb of that bastard Roadman."

"Why?"

"Well, I could say it was as our duty, to aid a girl trapped by circumstance into degrading herself for the profit of criminals," he said, his drawl getting thicker as he smiled. "But I'm too truthful. The fact is, I've fallen for you, lady. In a big way."

"Oh Kirk!" Mary cried. She crushed him in her arms. "Oh, how I love you!"

"I love you too," he whispered in her ear. "But you need to tell me something. Word on the street is that Cas… your uncle went to Roadman for a very special service. Some real weakness he's got. Do you know what it is?"

Mary searched her mind. Her brow furrowed in thought. Then she had it. That first day, when her uncle had taken her to Perry Roadman's hotel suite.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried. She told him, so fast she kept stumbling over the words and having to start over.

"Fine," Kirk grinned when Mary had finished. "That's how we get you away from Roadman and free of your uncle. I have a friend who'll do just fine – she owes me a favor…"

"Will this be – official?"

Wicked light sparkled in Kirk's eyes. His huge prick stirred to life within Mary's cunt. "Castle's going to the wall soon, with so many Grand Jury indictments, he won't know what to do," he said. "But this part will just be our little secret."

Then he rolled onto his back, and pulled the girl onto his rapidly stiffening cock. Eagerly she mounted him, fucking herself on the big prick. She was laughing.

It was the first time she had been happy in weeks.

"After you, my dear," District Attorney Herbert Castle said urbanely, ushering the gorgeous red-headed reporter into his oak-paneled office. She swept by him in a mist of jasmine, and his eyes riveted to her ass. Her buttocks flounced erotically tinder her short skirt. Her thighs were trim and fit, and her calves were covered in knee-high moccasin style boots with fringed tops.

The woman stopped in the middle of the spacious office and turned around with her cassette recorder dangling from her hand. "A lovely office you've got here, Mr. Castle," she said.

Castle felt his heart pounding. What was it about this woman that turned him on so much? Was it her low thrilling voice? Her perfect, sculptured face with the sea-green eyes? Her magnificent, five-foot-ten-inch body with her tits jutting beneath her turtleneck sweater like twin cantaloupes. Or was it something about her lordly, haughty manner?

"Why, thank you, my dear," he said. He took her by the arm and steered her toward a chair. Her flesh was vibrantly alive under his fingers. "Do sit down. It's so rare to find a person of your profession who truly appreciates the work I'm trying to do. Most of them seem to feel I'm assaulting First Amendment rights of freedom of speech."

He shook his head and laughed. "They just don't understand that our forefathers never expected freedom of speech to extend to purveyors of smut. To be used to erode the very moral values on which our society is based!"

The reporter smiled up at him with ruby lips, standing in front of the chair. "I understand, Mr. Castle," she said. "That's why I came here today. Oh, I hope to interview you of course. But my real purpose is to see if I can express the gratitude the decent people of our community feel toward you for leading the fight against pornography. To reward you for your efforts to combat this menace."

The cassette fell into the chair and suddenly her arms were around his neck. She pulled his head down and her tongue urged his teeth apart and slipped inside his mouth. It was like a living flame, teasing and tickling his tongue. Agile fingers slipped off his coat, untied his striped tie, and had begun to unbutton his conservative white shirt.

"There are those of us who feel you deserve a tangible reward," the redhead said, stepping back. The shirt fell to the ground. She reached down then to the hem of her sweater and pulled it up over her head. Castle's eyes bulged out of his head as two enormous milky-white tits bobbed into view. The nipples were bright red and hard in their round patches of flesh.