Chief Deputy Tanner didn't remember ever having been so horny. He'd gotten fucked that morning. He had driven out across the tracks and found one of the poor white women in the mill section. Her husband had been away, one of those poor, hard-working saps who spent every day in back-breaking work. And he still didn't make enough to support his family. Some of the women took in a little extra work. Some of them took in laundry. Others took in sewing. And some of them had to grovel for a man like Tanner.
Tanner didn't like the mill women. Most of them were too easy. They were afraid of the law, and they were especially afraid of Tanner. He had been known to lock up a woman's husband if she wouldn't give him what he wanted. And a husband in jail couldn't work at all. But all In all, Tanner liked them young and fresh, and hard to get.
But he was so damn horny, he couldn't help himself. There had been no fresh girls in town for a long while. No runaways. No cheating wives. No nothing. And Tanner was getting desperate.
He had driven out there that morning. He had stopped at the Laundromat and watched the women go in and out until he saw one he liked. She wasn't much in the face. Her jaw was too hard and there were wrinkles underneath the line. But her us we firm and her tits looked big enough to suck on. She also had a kid with her, but that didn't bother Tanner.
He followed her in his patrol car until she turned in the driveway of her house. He parked behind her. He didn't care that everyone saw his car parked there. Everyone knew that Chief Deputy Tanner fucked a mill woman now and then. Even the husbands. All the other women could do was feel sorry for the one he had chosen.
The woman walked up to her door and sat her laundry down. She held on to her kid with one hand while she tried to open the door. Finally she got the key in and the lock turned.
"Need any help?" Tanner questioned.
She turned to look at him. Her expression told him that she didn't think she would ever need his help for anything.
"My name's Tanner," he said. "Chief Deputy Tanner. Maybe you've heard of me."
The woman had heard of him. Her face turned pale and Tanner knew that she realized what he wanted. He wasted no time.
"Take the kid next door," he said. "Your neighbors will keep him for you for as long as it takes."
She didn't protest. She took her little boy and walked him next door. She was back in a few moments. Tanner took her laundry inside and put it down on the table. After all, it was the least he could do for a piece of tail.
He heard her return, and turned to look at her. He still didn't like her face. But the rest of her might do in a pinch. And Tanner considered himself in a pinch.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Mary Hodge," she answered.
"Good," he said. "I always like to know the names of the women that I fuck."
She sighed. Mary Hodge had lived in the town long enough to know all about Tanner. Other women had often told her about him. How, if a woman didn't do as he said, he might lock up their husbands. A poor white woman had no choice. And Mary was a poor white.
She had been married at fourteen and she had given all she had to her marriage. Her husband didn't drink, like some, and he brought all of his pay home. But he would never stand jail. He didn't like close, confined spaces and their income would stop. And there would be lawyers to hire.
Tanner was grinning at her. She watched, with an impassive look, as he reached down and unbuckled his belt. He let his trousers fall. Mary stared at his cock. It hung limply between his legs, a tiny, red thing that looked much like her husband's.
"Come on over here and play with me," Tanner urged. "Get it hard so I can fuck you."
She approached him and put out her hand. His cock felt warm to her touch. She fingered the head and cupped his balls. He was not getting hard. She knew the remedy to that. With obvious distaste, she dropped to her knees and put her lips on the head of his cock. He put one hand in her hair.
"That's it," he said. "You can't teach these poor wives nothing about sucking and fucking. I bet that's all you ever do."
Mary didn't answer. She was thinking about all the times that her husband came home too tired to do anything. Mary enjoyed sex. She enjoyed a man who took his time with her, as her husband had once done. She wished for her husband now. It had been a long time since she had fucked him.
"Suck it," Tanner commanded.
She put her lips to him. He tasted of sweat. She sucked him into her mouth and fondled his balls. Now he grew hard, almost choking her. She let his prick escape her mouth and looked up at him.
"Do you want to come like this?" she said tiredly.
"No," he said. "Pull up your skirt and bend over the couch."
She pulled up her short skirt and bent down over the couch. Her head was hanging down. She felt his hands underneath her panties pulling them down. He lifted one leg and she kicked free of them.
His prick was pressing against her ass and she knew what he wanted; she knew it was going to hurt, but it wasn't the first time. She swung her arms around and braced herself as his prick pushed against her ass.
"I hope you're tight," he said. "I'm so horny for good ass I could bust my prick."
She felt him press, his prick sliding easily into her ass. He began to fuck her ass and she didn't complain. She said nothing as his prick went in and out of her ass, and felt little.
She hoped he had been right about being so horny. She had other chores to do. It almost amused her to think that she considered his fucking her another chore.
"Damn it!" he said. "Move your ass. I can't come with you acting like a dead log."
She tried, but the position was so uncomfortable. Tanner gave up. He took his prick out of her ass and took her by the hand, and walked her around the couch and positioned her on it.
"Maybe your cunt will be better," he said.
He dropped between her spread legs and drove his cock in. She couldn't help but feel its length, the way it touched her cunt walls, the driving force. It felt good. It had been so long.
He could feel that she was beginning to enjoy it. She tried to fight the feeling. Fucking him was something she had to do, but enjoying it was betrayal. It was doing her husband wrong. But she couldn't help herself. A soft moan escaped her throat.
"That's it, baby," Tanner said. "Now you're moving it. Now you're lifting your ass."
The fiery urgency grew in her until it was like a river that couldn't be dammed. She clutched him to her in a fierce passion and he laughed out loud. Tanner thought it was his wonderful prick. She knew he was complimenting himself, and she hated him for it. It wasn't his prick. It was simply being tired and having to do without.
She came so suddenly that it shocked him, but he wasn't far behind.
"Jesus!" he said. "Jesus, baby. Here I come. Here I come!"
And he flooded her insides with his cum. She lay there until he was finished and then she pushed him away. She pulled down her skirt.
"Are you finished?" she asked. "Can I get on with my chores?"
"Of course," Tanner smiled. "Do what you have to do."