Southern Men: Ballad of a Texas Rose (3 page)

‘Shush, shush, shush,’ he sighed as he pushed slowly up inside of her.

His heat and flesh felt huge, filling her hole completely, pushing the walls out all around him even as she clenched herself over his cock. Slowly but surely, he continued to push his huge dick up her asshole until it was all the way inside her, the hilt pressed against her soft supple buttocks. His soft grip on her hair suddenly tightened as he pulled a handful up towards him. The pull stung her scalp and she allowed her head to be dragged back.

‘Say it,’ he whispered.

Clara shook her head.

‘Ok then.’

In an instant he pulled his cock almost all the way out and then rammed it again up inside her, driving through her flesh with force and fury, filling her body with an explosion of pleasure and pain. She cried out in ecstasy as he fucked in and out again, all the way to the hilt with relentless speed.

She felt a wave of heat wash through her swollen cunt. Her lips were dripping wet and hungry to be taken.

‘Please,’ she panted, ‘put something in my pussy.’

The sheriff ignored her, continuing to fuck her asshole, grunting like an animal with a handful of her hair in one hand and the other pressed tight against her ass. Finally he pulled out.

‘Turn around,’ he said, ‘get down on your knees.’

Panting, Clara did as she was told. She turned around and kneeled down before the huge Texan, his massive animal cock hanging just in front of her face. His face was sweaty and red as he looked down at her. He put his hand around his dick.

‘Suck it,’ he said.

Clara didn’t need to be told twice. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide over his huge head, gagging slightly as he thrust it all the way in. With her hands on his hips she bobbed her head in and out, relishing the salty, musty taste. She pulled her head back and drew her tongue around the helmet and down the shaft.

Up above her, the sheriff grunted and groaned with pleasure, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open. Clara continued to suck on his dick until he suddenly snapped out of it. He stepped back and pulled her to her feet, clamping his mouth over hers and kissing her long and hard, before swooping her up off her feet. He turned and laid her down on the stone floor, his eyes fierce and hungry as he lowered himself over her.
 
He kissed her mouth and throat,
then
moved down to her chest, cupping her breasts in his hands and sucking the nipples with passionate intensity.

He reached underneath her thighs and hoisted her up so that her pussy faced up towards him. With a dark smile on his lips and his eyes locked in hers, he positioned himself between her legs and brought his huge dick up against her pussy. He let it grind against her freely for a moment and then used his hand to give it more control. He ran it up against her swollen lips and Clara thrust herself forward with fevered passion, her whole body tingling with ethereal fire.

Slowly he pushed forward, parting her crevice with his cock and moving inside of her. She clamped her swollen flesh around him as she felt his heat fill her up, invading her, making her his own.

She cried out with pleasure as he began to rock against her, fucking her, with his pubic bone pressed hard against her mound and his hot, hard body moving up and down over hers. Climax was coming. He took her hands in his and stretched her arms up over her head, pressing them against the ground. Bright light filled her mind, her cunt ached around him, swallowed him. She was about to cum.

‘Say it,’ he grunted, ‘call me the Boss of Breslin Springs.’

‘Oh Jesus,’ Clara screamed, as all her essence rushed through her, down towards their fleshy union, ‘you’re the Boss! Fuck me, Boss!’

‘Yes ma’am’ the Sheriff grunted and exploded a missile of cum inside her.

Panting, he dismounted and rolled onto the floor beside her. ‘Well damn,’ he said, ‘I guess we both broke a whole lot of rules just now. You still
gonna
report on me, little Missy?’

Clara sat up and placed her hand on the sheriff’s huge chest. She smiled down on him. ‘Well I
was
…’ she said, ‘but then I thought I might wait to see what the breakfast service was like – it wouldn’t be fair to report without going through the whole experience, after all.’

‘I can see the logic in that,’ the sheriff smiled, ‘but I can’t leave you here for the night. I’d best take you home and give you a proper bed, if I’m to keep you as a prisoner until tomorrow.’

‘You’re the boss,’ Clara smiled.

‘That I am. And boy is my wife going to be surprised when she sees you…’

Clara’s smile disappeared. ‘What?’ she whispered.

The sheriff sat up and brushed his fingers against her cheek. ‘Got
ya
,’ he grinned, ‘I
ain’t
got a wife – I’m a proud bachelor.’

‘Asshole,’ Clara admonished playfully and then smiled again. ‘And do you want to stay a bachelor?’

The Sheriff considered her seriously for a moment. ‘Well shoot,’ he said wistfully, ‘maybe not.’

He brought her towards him and kissed her tenderly. Then he stood up.

‘Well you best get dressed,’ he said, ‘I’m
gonna
have to cuff you again if I’m to transport you back to my place.’

‘Yes
sir
Boss,’ Clara simpered obediently and stood up to continue her night of internment.

# # #

Hung Judge

Sin in the Southern Courtroom

It was a hot July morning outside the courtroom in downtown San Antonio. Clara sat in her car across the street from the building and fanned herself with the day’s court documents. The air conditioner was on full blast and yet she was still boiling. She wondered if she could ever get used to this damn Texas heat. It was six months since she’d left her life behind in New York to start again here in the Lone Star State. Six months since she’d first met Harvey out on the desert highway.

Harvey was the sheriff, the “Lone Star” as he liked to put it, of a small town in south Texas and their relationship had started on rocky grounds to begin with – when he’d pulled her over for speeding on the outskirts of his town. One thing led to another and the arrest brought them all the way back to Harvey’s bedroom, by way of a quick liaison in the cell of his office. After that it was clear that they both wanted to take it to the next level and within a week Clara was making arrangements to move in with him.

And things had been
swell
, at first anyway. Harvey was a great guy, even if he was a little flawed in certain ways, but after five and half months Clara had slowly come to realize that she needed something more out of a man. Yeah, it was charming at first that he seemed to do whatever the hell he pleased – whether that be drinking whiskey on the job or taking her in his arms in a certain way that told her he would get exactly what he wanted right then – but it eventually dawned on Clara that if the guy didn’t grow up soon then he just wasn’t somebody she was willing to spend the rest of her life with. Explaining that to him was the hard part.

But yeah, he was a good guy, a real tough southern man, so when they parted it was amicable enough, and whether it hurt him a little or a lot, he wouldn’t have let it show anyway. That kind of attitude was part of the problem in the first place.

After that, Clara moved into San Antonio to throw herself into her work. She’d set up a practice in the city when she first arrived anyway and it wasn’t like there wasn’t an awful lot for her to do. And now here she was, on the sixth day of the
Texxon
hearing, the most publicized – and complicated – case of her entire career.

Texxon
was a billion-dollar oil company, a group that made most of its revenue by cutting corners and screwing up the lives of anybody who had the misfortune to get in their way. The CEO and founder of the group was Ace Cooper, a man whose own vicious personality was the inspiration for
Texxon’s
cut-throat business model. Years ago, Cooper’s company had illegally dumped gallons of hazardous waste around a small community in the desert by the name of Prudence and the negative fallout was still being shown in the health problems of the local population. The fact that it was only now going to court was a testament to Ace Cooper’s personal sway in the state.

So yeah, Clara was really going up against the big boys here. Ace Cooper and his son Bobby, the company’s vice president, had a whole team of well-trained lawyers, while she was entering into the case alone. And she was doing it all for free too – nobody in the town of Prudence had much cash between them anyway and whatever they could manage to rustle together they needed for medical costs on account of all the pollution. No, Clara was doing this one on principal. And hell, it wasn’t like she got nothing out of it – the fact that her name was in the national papers every morning this week meant that she’d certainly reap the rewards sooner or later, even if she didn’t win.

As she sat in her car and tried to keep herself cool (the deleterious effects of the sweat and clamminess on her appearance were one of the worst things about practicing law in this part of the world), she saw the huge figure of Moses McKennedy striding towards the courtroom steps. Even though she didn’t see eye to eye with the Judge she couldn’t help but smile as she watched him approach his kingdom. He really was something out of this world, the guy seemed to think he still lived in the wild west and she honestly would not be one bit surprised if he occasionally strapped a pair of pistols on his belt and rode out to claim any defendants who hadn’t turned up to his courtroom that day.

The man was at least six foot seven tall, with long, slightly kinky grey hair the color of iron that went down past his shoulders. He was all muscle and sinew, so much so that he looked like he must have grown up on the mountains, raised by bears probably. That wouldn’t have surprised her much either.

He wore the long black robes of his office but perched atop his head he had on a cowboy hat too. The old west – that was where the guy thought he was.

Judge Moses McKennedy was a conservative type whose natural inclination was to side with the likes of Ace and Bobby Cooper, so that set Clara back even further. But nonetheless, she could tell that he was at least an honest man. The guy had strong principles and if the evidence was there then he would rule in whatever way it pointed. Making sure the truth came to light was Clara’s job.

Judge McKennedy continued into the courtroom, turning heads all around him as he passed, like he probably did wherever he went, whether to the grocery store or the county jail. As Clara started gathering up her documents she spotted Ace and Bobby Cooper striding towards the steps with their team of sleazebag attorneys.

‘Shit,’ Clara muttered as she watched them, ‘does everybody in this damn state have to where a cowboy hat?’

Ace and his son both wore Stetsons over their suits. Ace’s was white to match the rest of his southern garb and Bobby’s was tan above a pinstripe blue business suit.

Maybe that’s why I can’t get any respect around here, Clara considered, maybe because I’m not wearing a Stetson.

She waited until the
Texxon
people had entered the courtroom and then stepped out of her car.

In the lobby she met with the community representatives of Prudence and they went over the matters of the day. After that Clara continued on into Judge
McKennedy’s
courtroom. The hearing was about to begin.

‘Please rise for the honorable Moses McKennedy,’ the officer announced and the room stood to attention.

Moses McKennedy walked in, sans the hat – which had probably pained him to give up, Clara observed.

‘Be seated,’ he grunted in his deep masculine voice. He had an intonation that sounded like it had been forged in the fires of a bottomless steel mill.

Texxon’s
lead attorney stepped forward and started the proceedings. Clara arched her fingers together and braced herself for action.

The case was going smoothly enough, if somewhat slowly, (but then if stalling the process was the best
Texxon’s
lawyers could do then they probably didn’t have much else to go on) when Clara called Ace Cooper to the stand. This was where things would get interesting.

‘State your name for the record,’ Clara commanded.

‘Well they call me Aces Cooper little
darlin
,’Ace grinned, his voice sounding like a jolly old gold prospector. Clara couldn’t believe it, but people around there really seemed to buy that bullshit. There was nothing ordinary or humble about the head of
Texxon
– he’d spent his whole life with a silver spoon in his mouth.

‘Mr. Cooper,’ Clara asked, ‘if you would, could you please state for the court what your opinion on this current case is?’

‘Certainly,’ Ace said, ‘it’s a crock of hooey. A political fix-up of some sort I’d guess, but then you probably know that already, don’t you missy?’

‘A political fix-up that began over thirty years ago?’ Clara asked, a sly smile on her face, ‘by planting
Texxon
-marked waste on the community of Prudence? Don’t you think that’s a little farfetched, Mr. Cooper?’