Inquisitive Sheriff

Inquisitive Sheriff
Swell stood on the shore as the wind kissed her skin. She looked down rubbed the spot where baby Evan –she already knew his name- had just punched or kicked his way awake. She could tell when he was awake and sleeping. When he kicked and punched at her tummy, she felt strong and more complete. When he slept so did she. Then she dreamed of holding his and her Junior’s hands as they ran down the beach.
“Hey Mama. Look,” it was her Junior, picking up Evan and slamming him into the water.
“Wait.” She blinked, her mind reeling. She looked down at her belly. Then back to her children playing in the Gulf waters.
“Who is that?”
The younger child turned to her. “It’s me Mama.” But the six-year-old sounded more like the man she kissed goodbye to several days ago, than the child who was yards form her. His smile was bright, but when he opened his mouth, water mixed with blood and fell as if he were gurgling a salt wash.
Mama...help me Mamma...help me...
Swell jumped alert in her bed. She heard a sound to her right, and snatched a sawn off shotgun from a gap in her headboard. She aimed it at the shape who was already half off the chair as she let off a round.
She blinked as her still sleepy eyes started to focus. “Sheriff?”
He lay on the carpet with a coffee mug in his hand, which he raised her way. “Ma’am,”
“You spill any of that coffee on my new rug?”
“I’m happy to say not one drop.”
She sat up, and her tank top fell to the side, exposing her left breast to the sheriff. He was a tall man. Slender, and in his fifties. He had a weak mustache itching his nose and tickling his upper lip. “Now what the fuck you doing on my floor looking good enough to eat?”
He got up effortlessly and sat back in the chair. He adjusted his hat and sipped his coffee. “Damn good blend. Where did you get this from?”
She shrugged. “Starbucks and I tossed in some of my home grown herbs.”
He paused. “What kind of shit did you put in here?”
“Obviously some good shit since you like it so much.”
He nodded and sipped again. “Guess you right.”
Swell slipped her gun back in its hiding place, and piled her pillows up against her headboard and sat against them. She reached for a pack of Chesterfield cigarettes. “So you broke into my house to get some of my coffee?”
“And to enjoy how that shirt shows off your assets.” She’d adjusted her shirt already so that her nipple wasn’t pouting out at him. But there was no hiding what was underneath. “Wait, aren’t you over forty?”
Swell kissed the end of her cigarette against the amber flame from a pink lighter, and took a long slow drag. “See that hole behind you? That could have been your head.”
He turned around slowly. The unintended and still smoking space in Swell’s wall revealed the darkness of night. He took another sip of his coffee. “Thanks for missing,”
“I won’t if you say something else about my age again,” she replied.
“I’m glad you missed.”
“I didn’t miss. You ducked.”
They stared at each other for a moment while he sipped. “You gonna put that wonderful tit away, or let me keep looking for free?”
Goddamn these things. “You gonna tell me why you in my house uninvited, sipping on my coffee and I don’t have any?”
He stood, revealing a massive hard on. Its mushroomed head poked through the khaki material of his pants. Only his protruding gun was more obvious.
“I’m here to find out what happened earlier tonight. Then I’ll get you some coffee.”
“Wait,” she said, transfixed by his cock’s outline. “Sit that cup down. And I ain’t talkin’ about nothin’ till we decide what we gonna do about that hole.”
“What’s there to discuss? You was the one who shot without asking questions.”
“Motherufcker I can’t help how I was raised. I hear some shit in my house I ain’t supposed to hear and I shoot. Besides, what you doing in my house without asking first anyway? Way I see it, that hole is all your fault.”
He sat the cup down on the dresser as instructed, alongside his hat. “So what you want?”
“What you think I want with that cock pointing my way.”
He grunted while making a show of taking off his gun belt. “I seem to remember the last time this cock was looking your way, you told it, and me, never again.”
“That was then, this is now. And now I say different. Now hush. Time for you to do some detecting. So come on and see if I got on any panties.”
“Finally, a case worth solving.”
He unbuttoned his shirt and started to take if off when Swell shook her head. “No, leave that and your socks on.”
“My socks...” but his voice fell off as he saw the unbridled lust in her eyes. He looked down at his cock, standing up and almost looking at him.
“I think it likes me,” she said as she crawled across the bed toward him. She took his hardness into her hand, her eyes never leaving the throbbing engorgement.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered. “It does like me.” She took one last look before sliding her wide wet tongue from his tip down to his heavy hanging balls, and back up again. He grunted favorably as she repeated the motion before engulfing him.
“Damn,” he sighed as her warm mouth hungrily inhaled him. Her hand slowly massaged him from the bottom to the top, and back again.
He managed to look away as she ravenously exercised her tongue along his shaft. He saw her naked apple bottom peeking out from beneath her t-shirt. He bent over and rubbed her backside, before he glided a pair of fingers over her mound.
“Another mystery solved Sheriff,” she said taking a breath before going back down on him.
He rotated his hips to meet her mouth. Then slipped two fingers between her folds. She was warm, moist. “What were you dreaming about? Seems you were ready for this.”
She ignored him and ended her oral assault. She fell onto her back and spread her legs. “Time to make up for that hole in my wall.” He settled over her and she looked over at his holster. “What the fuck you doing? Get them cuffs.”
The sheriff grinned like a child and leaped off the bed. His cock bounced like a diving board as he took the cuffs off and brought them over. He stood by her head, his stiff staff close to her mouth. Swell puckered her lips and wrapped them firmly as he gently tightened the cuffs.
Her lips made a popping noise as he pulled away to position himself over her. Swell lifted her hips to meet his advances halfway. Her lips were soft on his and she allowed him to take her face in a single hand along the chin. His thrust was smooth and ran deep inside her.
“Fuck, I love how you pump me.” She let out. Her tongue vibrated convulsively on his with every deep stroke. Her lips wrapped his tongue and sucked playfully. He thrust himself with fervor. Her legs wrapped around him pulling him as deep as she could. “Oh, give me that, baby.” she moaned.
Her hands were cuffed above her head. She struggled to pull them down. Wanted to take hold of his back with her nails. She struggled to free herself. Mounted above her, the sheriff pressed her thighs down spreading her legs wide. He lifted himself up, the tip of his cock at the edge of her tightening lips and in a single thrust he slammed into her. She gasped. The cuffs holding her fastened.
Swell’s eyes widened, “What the fuck did you stop fo-”
She didn’t get to finish as he reared back, then slammed his thighs against hers once more. Once again he slowed the pace, taking his time with each long thrust. Then just as his cock filled her halfway he finished the thrust with a hip busting slam.
Swell tightened on him. Initially it was her own doing. But then she felt the molten warmth of her juices tickling her stomach. She bit her lip and let him take her hard. She overpowered his hands gripping her ass and met his cock full, pushing herself upward.
“Get it,” she repeated over and over while bliss ravaged her body. He held on as long as he could. He knew she would be lost to him once he came. Yet when another deluge of her nectar drowned his throbbing rod, he was forced to snatch his cum covered cock from her. He did so with perfect timing. Pulling himself out, gripping the entire girth he let loose a spray of warmth that covered her stomach. Convulsive explosions broke from his cock, two…three… and then the last spasm flew loose hitting the edge of her chin.
“Damn that’s a lot.” Swell groaned taking her t-shirt off completely to wipe away the cum. “Is your old lady holding out on you again?”
“No, you just got the best pussy in the county.”
“Just the county?” Swell chided.
The sheriff laughed, watching Swell try to free herself from the cuffs. He crawled over her, his cock only losing part of its fullness. She opened her mouth to the rest tasting him again as he struggled to free the cuffs with his cock in her mouth.
“I should just keep them on.”
She shook her head. “Take them off, or I’ll kick your balls in.”
He finally released her shackles. She rubbed her reddened wrists before taking her hands and placing them over his ears. She stood on her tip toes and cradled his face kissing him long and soft on his wanton lips.
He closed his eyes and fell into her kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips to taste her fruit as if it was the first time. It wasn’t.
She leaned away, placing her feet flat on the soft rug. “Now make my coffee and get the fuck out.” She turned away, giving him a full view of her pert backside.
“You just want me for my dick.”
“You got a problem with that?” she said as the shower started to run.
“Nope, okay with me,” he hollered, getting dressed.
Once he was dressed, the sheriff strode to the kitchen. He grabbed her favorite coffee mug from its perch in the cabinet closest to the sink, and poured it to the rim on purpose just so he could take a sip.
“Your coffee is in the microwave he said from the bathroom doorway. He watched the lathered soap cascade down her frame, and pool at the only dainty thing about Swell, her feet.
“Thanks, now get. Junior don’t like me having men around.”
“You gonna let them boys run your life forever?”
She turned her head his way, reigniting the flame in his core under her titillating gaze. “The only thing I got in this world worth mattering, so yeah.”
He nodded sagely. “Then call me when he leaves again.”
“Call me when you finally decide to leave that shrew of a wife,”
Again he nodded before grabbing his own cup and walking out the front door before she interrupted him. “About that mess down the road…”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it Swell. I already took care of it for you. Bunch of full creatures in the swamp tonight.”
Swell heard the door slam shut. She didn’t want him to leave. But he had to leave. He was the law, and she was... Well, she wasn’t the law.

The sheriff drove down the narrow road with thoughts of Swell dancing in his mind. They were just right for each other, but he couldn’t leave his wife. Not for the likes of SueEllen Gattis.
He took a sip from his cup. The sleek sedan coming his way was taking more than its share of the road, and he slid over to let them pass. The sheriff shared a nod when his eyes met the driver’s, but he didn’t give it a second thought. There were plenty of Indians down in New Orleans and there was no doubt that Swell was doing business with them. At least he was there to loosen her up before her next deal. He took another sip of his coffee. His mind, ignored the car of men racing toward Swell. Instead, his mind rolled over the curve of her breasts and the feel of her tightness on him.