He toyed with one garter while he slipped his fingers inside the top of her stocking. Then, taking his hand back out, he squeezed her thigh, then ran his hand up to her pussy and pinched the front edge of her cunt-lips.
"Shall we get started?"
"Whatever it takes to get a good report."
Max undressed quickly, kicking his clothing aside. He clutched Linda tightly and kissed her, his breath foul from smoking cigars. His stiff cock pushed against her belly.
Still holding her, he slipped one hand down behind her knees and picked her up. Holding her in his arms, he walked to the bed and laid her down on her back. He spread her legs wide and knelt between her thighs.
He pushed his cock hard against her cunt-lips. Before he could get rough, she took his prick by the head and worked it up and down against her tight inner slit until it felt slick and then pushed it slowly, making it spread her inner cunt-lips. When his cock head forced its way in, the stabbing pain was over in a moment and she stopped holding her breath.
He pushed deep into her cunt, making a warm tingle, and then pulled his cock back with the head halfway out. After a moment he thrust quickly back in her and then drew all the way out.
Now he stabbed his cock-head back into her cunt, forcing the tender lips with a quick jab of pain. He pulled back out all the way and stabbed back in.
Linda endured the jabs of pain silently. She tried to show passion and pleasure by rolling her hips up against him whenever he thrust down.
She decided she needed to show a little more action. Her legs were apart with her knees well above the bed. She let her legs come straight out with her thighs down flat, the sides of her knees down against the bedspread.
She pressed down with her knees and made her whole body undulate up against him, rolling her back, her hips, her cunt up against his hard-driving groin. When he quickly thrust into her, she undulated her hips back up against him, slamming her cunt to his groin.
She slammed faster and faster, harder and harder, matching the force of his cock. Then his teeth clenched and he brought his head back and he thrust down and stayed there, his hot cum spurting deep in her cunt. She arched her small body and held herself tight against him while he pumped her cunt full of his jism.
After a time, he pulled his limp prick out of her, got off her body and lay on his back.
"Nice fuck, Mrs. Cuyler," he said. "Now let's see you get it up again."
Without a word, she got on her knees, straddling his shoulders, and bent to his limp cock. She easily took the entire shrunken prick in her mouth, ran her tongue-tip over the head briefly, and started sucking the salty-tasting tool.
His cock quickly expanded to fill her mouth but was still limp. She brought her mouth up so her lips were around his cock-head and ran her tongue-tip into the piss-slit, then ran her mouth back down over the length of his prick, pressing her face down in his groin-hair.
As she ran her mouth up and down the length of his shaft, it continued to grow and his cock-head pushed into her throat. Each time she went down on his prick and his cock-head went into her throat, she swallowed hard, stretching his cock deep in her throat. When she swallowed she felt his hips tense. His prick was now as hard as when he'd started fucking her.
He pushed her shoulders up and sat up himself. Holding her by a shoulder and hip, he rolled her over on her back. She began to understand his intent when he put a pillow under her neck, tipping her head way back over the edge of the bed.
"Now, just think of your mouth as a cunt, Mrs. Cuyler," he said as he stood on the floor, directly behind her head.
She opened her mouth as his stiff cock approached. He ran it through her lips, into her mouth, and down her throat and pushed with his groin-hair mashed against her lips, his balls resting on her face. In this position, his cock-head completely filled her throat; she couldn't even breathe until he pulled back.
It was with some relief that she felt his cock-head start sliding back up her throat while his balls lifted from her face. He drew all the way out except for the cock-head in her lips, and she inhaled with a gasp just as he started thrusting back in her. When his cock slid all the way down, all she could see was his hairy asshole above her eyes.
He picked up the pace, pumping into her throat faster and faster. She changed her breathing to inhale with a gasp each time he drew out to her lips.
While he fucked her in the mouth, he spread her legs apart and forced a finger in her cunt. The finger drove deep, then withdrew part way and hooked back toward her belly and advanced.
She bucked her hips up when he roughly tweaked the nub of her clit. He synchronized his fingering with his cock-thrusts in her throat. She wanted to scream out for him to stop and be gentle with her, but she needed to breathe when his cock came out to where she could scream. She silently endured his rough fingering, involuntarily jerking her hips each time he tweaked her.
His cock shoved in her throat still faster and faster, mashing his groin-hair into her lips harder and harder while he still fingered her clit. He moaned slightly while his cock strokes turned slower and harder.
With a grunt, he lunged his cock deep in her throat and mashed his rough groin-hair hard on her lips. She swallowed his hot jism as it spurted in her throat, hoping his cock would soon shrink and she could breathe again.
His cock did shrink and she breathed past his prick, still swallowing against the cock-head in her throat. It was a relief that he'd quit tweaking her clit and just stood there while his cock shriveled in her mouth..
Finally, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay down on the bed, still breathing fast. She sat up and reached for her robe and used it to wipe her mouth.
"Well, did I earn a good report from notebook B?" she asked.
"Honey, as long as you deliver like that, Mr. Cuyler will always get good reports-no matter what you've done."
"Then you wouldn't use the true facts in notebook A?"
"Not as long as you fuck me like that."
She smiled as sweetly as she could.
"It's nice that you like me, but that's the last chance you'll get to fuck me-ever."
"What… "
Still sitting on the bed, she reached out for the telephone. It was amusing to see the pencil roll out from under the handset when she picked it up.
"How did I do?" she asked into the handset.
"Linda, you did just great," Dave said. "I got every word on tape."
"I don't know how to thank you enough.?
“You already did enough-more than enough," Dave said. "Have a happy life, nice lady, and call me again if you need help."
Max was sitting up on the bed, his face incredulous.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Why Max! I'm surprised at you. You're supposed to be a detective. You don't realize it, but I just beat you at your own blackmailing scheme."
"You mean…?"
"I mean the phone's been live since before you came in. The person at the other end has recorded everything we've said. While you were following me this morning, you might have noticed I went to see a lawyer… "
He nodded, his expression glum.
"Well, that lawyer had some interesting things to tell me. If your activities can be proved, you can be convicted of blackmail and fraud. The two charges together could put you behind bars for eight to thirteen years. It isn't that bad, though. You might be out in five with good behavior. You'll never get a detective's license again. All I have to do is turn the tapes over to the lawyer and take my chances with Joe."
"You wouldn't do that."
"No," she said, "I wouldn't do that on two conditions. One, you will continue giving Joe good reports on my behavior-no matter what I do. Two, you will never bother me or any other woman again-ever. Otherwise, I tell Joe everything I've done and everything you've done. He'll be outraged with me and hurt, but he'll get over it. Which is it going to be?"