"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.
"I have the honor to be your reward, Mr. Castle." Her voice was thick with honeyed tones of lust.
The District Attorney's eyes bugged still more. The female reporter reached behind her slender waist and when her hands came forward they brought her skirt, unbuttoned, to drop onto the deep shag carpet. She was naked beneath.
Castle's eyes fixed on her crotch. Her bush was thick and luxurious, between thighs like fresh sweet milk. It was the first real, flaming-red cunt hair he had ever laid eyes on. His ball-sac tightened unbearably with lust.
"Miss…" he croaked.
The girl straightened. Her tone of voice changed to one of command. "You will address me as Mistress," she said icily. "Now take off your trousers."
Dizzily, Castle did so. What was going on?
"The underpants too." The striped shorts joined the pants on the floor. Castle's skinny cock stood at eager attention from his hairy crotch. He stepped forward, his tongue hanging out like a dog's.
The redhead was holding his necktie. Her tits rose and fell with passion. "Hold your wrists together, out in front of you," she ordered.
Meekly, Castle did as he was told. The redhead tied the tie around his wrists and knotted it securely. "Now get your belt. And be quick about it, or you shall be punished!"
Castle knelt on the floor, clumsily trying to work the belt from the loops of the trousers. With his wrists tied it was tricky work. His rigid dick kept getting in the way.
"Don't punish me, Mistress," he pleaded mockingly as he brought her the belt, his head lowered. She stared coldly at his receding hairline.
"You have displeased me, fool," the redhead declared. "You must suffer."
"No! No!" Castle said thickly.
"Grovel!"
The naked D.A.'s knees thudded on the floor. He groveled.
"Lick my boots."
His tongue came out and played over the slick surface of the redhead's moccasin boots. Above his bent back she raised a slimly-muscled arm and brought the belt down across his back with a gunshot noise.
Castle yelped and cried out. The girl hit him again. "Don't stop!" she yelled. "Don't dare to disobey me, you worm!"
"No, no! I won't!" Castle cried. "I'll obey!"
"You'll obey, what?" The belt whistled and cracked. Another red welt crossed Castle's back.
"I'll obey, Mistress. I'll obey – ouch! – your every wish!"
White, scarlet-tipped tits flopped lewdly to the motion of the redhead's arm as she whipped the groveling D.A. with his own belt. He curled at her booted feet, licking and whimpering.
Finally the rain of stinging blows stopped. Castle looked up expectantly. "Lick me," the woman ordered. "Lick my legs."
Her feet were widely planted on the office carpet. The D.A. looked up and saw the pink cunt lips shining through her tangled bush. Cunt-juice dewed the lips and red pussy hair, and its aroma wafted with jasmine to his dilated nostrils.
He licked his way up the boots. When his tongue touched white flesh above the fringed tops an electric charge surged through his body. The belt hissed through the air and curled right into the crack of his ass. He cried out.
"Don't enjoy it!" the redhead shouted. "Lick my legs, but I forbid you to enjoy it!"
The flagpole-like cock throbbed with ecstasy. A stream of pre-seminal fluid ran down Castle's prick. This was fantastic! His deepest, darkest fantasies were coming true! This impossibly beautiful redhead was dominating him, abusing him, forcing him to do her will. And best of all, she was forbidding him to like it!
Herbert Castle was in nirvana as he licked past the pale, dimpled knees. He had never gotten this much fulfillment of his forbidden sex fantasies in the secret, expensive sessions with Roadman's girls. Even the strange slut named Cat didn't do this to him. She and every other woman Castle had met lacked the complete, arrogant air of command the redhead possessed.
"Don't dawdle licking my thighs, you fool," the woman said haughtily. "I know they are sweet beyond anything in your experience, so firm yet tender, so white and pure and perfect. But my pussy needs servicing. Clumsy as you are, slug, I command you to lick my cunt!"
Castle's tongue drew a greedy wet line up the white thigh till his nose was buried in the glorious scarlet bush. He opened his mouth to dig in.
Instead he cried out tight into the redhead's cunt as the belt slashed across his back. "My God, do you think my cunt is a ham sandwich? My cunt is a thing of beauty, slime. Worship it with your tongue!"
Eagerly, Castle obeyed. His tongue quested into the matted red tangle, teasing apart the lips of the redhead's pussy. She moaned softly and cocked her hips, and her cunt opened like a fragrant flower.
The D.A. licked up and down her crack. Aromatic juices leaked down his chin. The woman started rolling her hips. Castle thrust his face deeper and deeper into the brimming slit.
Suddenly a hand got him by the hair and dragged his face painfully from the sopping pussy.
He looked up at his Mistress pleadingly and she put her hand in the middle of his face and pushed. He fell heavily on his back.
In an instant the redhead was standing astride his upturned face. She was facing his feet. He stared rapturously up at her cunt.
Her pussy came down toward him, splaying open as her knees bent. The rank odor of cunt washed over him like a tide. The red-furred beaver opened like a mouth.
Castle opened his mouth to take in the delicate cunt lips. The belt lashed at his bare belly. "Not yet, worm," came the arrogant voice. "Now you must lick my anus!"
The perfect white globes of her ass were widely spread. The eye of her asshole was thrust before him. "I-I can't!" Castle stammered.
The belt bit into his stomach again. Then she simply sat down on his face. Her butthole pressed against his lips.
"Stick your tongue into my ass!"
Castle did. His tongue teased a wet ring around the tiny hole, feeling the puckered flesh. Then it touched the opening of her asshole lightly.
Instantly, the sphincter loosened and sucked his tongue into her ass. His own buttocks came off the carpet in shock as his tongue was strangled by the redhead's asshole.
"Ooooommmmmmph! Unnnnnnggggggkkkk!" he squawked.
"Yes, yes! That's right. Fuck my butt with your worthless tongue!"
She began raising and lowering her ass. Castle kept his tongue stiff, marveling at her control over the muscles of her rump. They loosened to let his tongue fuck into her asshole, then tightened around it when she pulled away. At his crotch his cock throbbed desperately for attention. He had never done anything like this before!
The redhead cried out suddenly and her cunt gushed honey onto Castle's chin, buried in her twat. She was coming, he realized. His tongue slid from her asshole one last time with a noisy pop as she fell forward.
As she fell the redhead impaled her beautiful face on his iron-hard cock!
Castle moaned madly into the mouthful of cunt pressing down on him. His lips and teeth worked at the mouth of the woman's pussy while his tongue delved frantically into her writhing tunnel of lust. And while he tongue-fucked her greedy hole, he was fucking her face with his rampant cock!
The girl's red-haired cunt squirmed down on him harder and harder. He had to fight to keep from suffocating. But that didn't really matter to him. Nothing mattered but to eat cunt and have his prick sucked gloriously by that torturing, incredibly skillful mouth!
A tongue was wrapping his cock in wet fire. She was taking his cock in, all in. Unbelievably, he felt her lips nuzzling his hairy crotch while her slim fingers toyed with his scrotum. She was swallowing his cock whole!
The feeling was sensational!
Then the tunnel of cunt caved in on his tongue. The redhead's moans of ecstasy were heaven on his swallowed cock as her climaxing snatch tried to suck his tongue into its pulsing depths. It was too much to take. He grunted into her pussy and came.
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.