The room was a spacious one, with plush couches lining the walls, a few potted plants here and there, and a lone desk pushed up against the corner. The officer on duty was nowhere to be seen. James entered his and Kate’s names in the ledger and told her to take a seat.
Personally, his guardian angel must have been feeling extra horny of late. Him, alone, with the hottest woman he’d ever seen. That Tom was a godsend. James could take her right here on the couch, but somehow, raping a screaming woman in a police station didn’t seem like a very good idea.
Tense, Kate was sitting straight-backed on the couch, three feet away from him, when they heard the screams. “Tom !”, Kate sprang up from the couch and raced towards the door, out in an instant. James ran after her and found Kate sobbing at the bars trying to force them open. Tom was delirious, screaming at the top of his lungs, clawing at his throat, banging against the walls.
“What’s going on in there ?!”, Detective Joe’s muffled shout reached them. “Nothing ! Crazy bastard !”, James yelled back.
“He’s dying, someone help him”, Kate cried in desperation. Rolling his eyes, James unlocked the latch and barged in, holding Tom in a full-nelson, while Kate cupped Tom’s face in her hands and cooed at him softly. Eventually, Tom calmed down, wheezing like he’d just run a couple of miles full tilt. James patted him on the back and guided him onto the small cot. Kate seemed reluctant to leave her husband, so James went outside and left the door open.
A moment later, Kate emerged, wiping tears from her eyes, “He needs to get out of here. He won’t survive the night, will claw himself to death.” As much as James wanted to abide with Kate’s wishes, it just wasn’t up to him, “I’m sorry, but believe me, there’s nothing I can do.” Kate teared up and turned away, whispering so quietly that he almost missed it, “Just let him go, I . . . I’ll do anything.”
James perked up at that. Okay, this was unexpected. A hot wife was willing to do anything to free her husband, and by ‘anything ‘, she certainly didn’t mean, ‘sing your favorite song for you’.
James felt his loins stir. “Anything ?”, he whispered back. Kate turned around, her tears running through her mascara, leaving light black streaks across her cheeks, and nodded hesitantly. A certain something clicked inside James and he gestured for her to follow him. He led the way into an open cell right in front of Tom’s, and Kate followed. Locking the latch, he threw the key outside through the bars, but within reach. Then he turned and fully appraised the woman standing before him. Kate’s hair fell gracefully around her shoulders and forehead. Her dark eyes were full of indecision, and tears still ran down the twin, black streaks on her face. Her breasts heaved with anxiety. Her sleeves ended at the elbows and her long nails were painted cherry red. Those tight black jeans enunciated her full figure, hugging the curves of her thighs and butt.
James allowed his eyes to travel back to her face, her expression now tinged with fear. His own, with lust. “Disrobe.”, he ordered in a commanding tone. Kate looked stricken, “Not in front of Tom, please.” “Now.”, James’ tone became stern. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and she slowly grasped the neck of her top, pulling it over her head. James’ pants felt too tight, gazing at Kate’s amazing body. The red bra was tight-pressed to keep her ample breasts in place. Her flat stomach melted into the perfect curves of her waist, disappearing into the jeans.
James flicked his hand downwards, and Kate reluctantly began to lower her jeans, easing it past her luscious butt, James glanced back at Tom. The woman’s husband was staring at his wife through the bars, mouth wide open as if in disbelief at what she was doing. Kate looked at him and mouthed a silent apology. James looked at her legs and was certain his erection was going to burst through the zipper. Long, tapering, with full thighs and firm calves, they were works of art indeed. Glorious stems of ivory holding upright the flower that was her body.
Almost tearing off his shirt and vest, James quickly pulled down the pants and underwear. His erect manhood snapping back as it cleared the elastic waistband.
Kate looked desperate now, like a cornered deer. Even the sight of James’ ripped physique and his huge staff did nothing to divert her attention. Instead, she grew even tenser, conscious of her nakedness even though she still wore the lingerie.
James’ head was abuzz. All he could think about was this beautiful woman, clad only in tiny fragments of cloth, wet and willing . . . okay, maybe not, but that hardly mattered. She had said she would do anything to free her husband and now it was James’ duty to ensure she upheld her part of the deal.
He walked over to Kate and without taking off the bra, cupped one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing and caressing. Kate closed her eyes, her face full of shame and revolt, tears squeezing out from between her eyelids. James ran his tongue over her cleavage and hooking a thumb over the top of her bra, pulled it down her left boob, doing the same with the right. Kate squirmed and tried to step away, but James was now licking her breasts, and holding her tight by the waist, whispered, “Tom’s counting on you. You don’t wanna let him down, do you ?”
Kate winced as James bit her nipple, not very hard but enough to cause waves of pain and pleasure to flow through her body. She looked over at her husband in his cell, who’d started banging the bars and calling out her name. She winced again as James bit her other nipple, running his tongue around her pink areola, squeezing her boob with his hand and chewing on it with his lips. Wracked with guilt and shame, Kate tried to push James away, but the Officer was nearly a hundred pounds heavier than her. “Please, I can’t do this. I’ll wait out the night.” Kate begged.
In response, James held her close with her one hand on her waist, and with the other, unhooked her bra, flinging it on the floor, “Too late. You try to get away now; I’ll have my way with you anyway. And Tom ? I’ll pile assaulting a police officer on him as well. He’ll be lucky if they let him out before a year.”
Kate wept silently and could do nothing as James bunched her hair in a ponytail and forced her head down, slapping his dick in her face, and then running it over her lips. He could feel she had pursed her lips. Applying pressure on the back of her head, he forced her face further towards himself. Kate let out a low moan as she had to open her lips and take James’ cock in her mouth, all eight inches of it. Gagging, she tried to pull back, but James held fast onto her hair, slowly moving his cock in and out of her lips, enjoying the warm, wet sensation of her mouth and tongue wrapping around himself. He increased the pace, and when felt Kate starting to gag, pulled himself out, and pulling Kate up the hair, kissed her full lips, still half open and buried his tongue deep, entwining it around hers and relishing her sweet taste.