Val Marrick: Slave niece

The first blast of jizz shot clear past the redhead's tonsils. She sucked him hard, like a vacuum cleaner drawing spurt after spurt of rich hearty cum from the pinprick hole in the head of his cock. And all the while she screwed herself wantonly on his turgid tongue.

Still exploding, the cock slid out of her mouth as the girl pulled away. Red hair fell in a fiery cascade over the D.A.'s crotch. Slender fingers jacked off the still-spewing cock. Droplets of jizz sprayed over Castle's belly and ran down the woman's fingers.

The redhead smeared her hand around the cum-spattered belly. Then she raised her plushly padded haunches. Castle moaned pleadingly as the delicious cunt left his mouth.

The redhead reversed herself. Castle stared at her. She put her hand on his face and rubbed the cum all over it.

"Lick my palm," she ordered. Castle obeyed. His stomach turned over at the very idea of licking up jizz, especially his own. And when the salty-sweet taste filled his mouth he almost retched. But he held his stomach in check and dutifully lapped the white palm clean.

The other long-nailed hand jacked off his deflating cock. Something about the girl's electric touch still sent bolts of pleasure into his sated body.

"Did you like being beaten?" the redhead demanded.

"Yes, Mistress!"

"And did you like licking my boots?"

"Y-yes, Mistress."

"What else did you like licking?"

"Your legs. Your, your…"

"Say it!"

"Your c-c-cunt! I enjoyed licking your cunt! And I enjoyed sticking my tongue up your rectum!"

"Good – what else?"

Castle's stomach twisted. "I enjoyed licking my own come off your perfect hands… Mistress!"

With a wide smile of satisfaction the redhead stood up. Haughty arrogance was replaced by triumph. "And there you have it, folks," she said in reportorial tones, "the secret sex life of crusading District Attorney Herbert A. Castle, self-appointed guardian of the public morals!"

"A stunning spectacle in sight and sound," added a voice in a soft West Texas drawl, coming from the quietly-opened door to the adjoining office. "You can turn off the recorder now, Theresa."

Kirk stepped into the room, pulling the last snapshot from his Polaroid color camera. Mary came in behind him. She seemed to want to hide, but when she saw her uncle lying stunned and naked in the middle of the floor, she stepped out with her pretty face twisted in anger.

"Remember me?" she flared. "Your darling niece, you asshole! You sold me like a fucking piece of meat!"

She tore the developing exposure from Kirk's hands and shoved it under Castle's nose. Before his eyes his face appeared, mouth open and tongue extended to clean his cum from the outstretched feminine hand. He felt very ill.

"That's right! Your ass belongs to me now!"

"I'm afraid she's right," Kirk said politely.

"So you're behind this, Kirk!" Castle snarled. "You won't…"

"Spare me the bullshit. We will get away with it. But it's going to cost you. Money for a start. First you buy Mary back from Roadman, no matter how much he screws you for – and I hope it's a lot. Then ten thousand dollars for Mary and me. And five thousand for Theresa here. Next, your signed statement…"

"That's outrageous!" the D.A. sputtered. His whole body turned an angry red.

"… signed statement promising not to try to get revenge against Mary, Theresa, or myself, and to withdraw your report of your niece as a runaway."

"And you'll give me the tape and the photos." Castle asked eagerly, scrambling to his feet.

"You'll get nothing. Now get on the horn and call Roadman!"

Seething with fury, Castle dialed the pimp's unlisted number. The conversation was brief and angry. When Castle hung up, he seemed even madder than before.

"All right," he said. "You can pick up your share of the money this afternoon. I won't try any tricks. Roadman is reluctant to sell." He gulped down a fresh welling of rage. "But I will deal with him."

"Good-bye, Uncle Herb," Mary said tauntingly as she danced out the door. The others followed.

Castle was furiously dialing another number as the door closed behind the trio.

The van was pulled off on the shoulder of the highway. Inside, Mary was on all fours on the furry floor of the van while Kirk knelt behind her. His big cock was fucking itself along the dripping lips of her cunt while the blonde trembled with anticipation.

The radio was playing gentle rock music. The naked couple was oblivious. Kirk had just pulled back, inspecting the coating of cunt lubricants that were smeared all over his cock when Mary stiffened.

"Listen – the news!" she hissed.

"… when a freak explosion of their car's gas tank turned the vehicle into a fireball. Killed in the blast were Percival M. Roadman, 36, and a woman, Cat Hendryx, 28, both of this city. A third person, Lawrence Fontana, 31, is in critical condition at the burn and trauma unit of…"

Kirk clicked the radio off. He turned back to the naked girl, who had fallen on her side. Her face was pale.

"Your uncle sure acted fast," he said.

"You think he…" she started. "But, it's so – so horrible, even for them!"

"Well, you're free," Kirk said. "Roadman must have tried to put pressure on Castle. But the D.A.'s done for soon anyway. We don't…" His voice trailed off and he stared at Mary's ass, aimed invitingly at his face. She was back on knees and elbows.

"Shut up," the blonde teenager said, "and fuck my butt!"

Kirk did.