The Beach House (3 page)

“Son of a bitch!”

‘Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Let me get
that.”

Candy instantly grabbed a handkerchief off
the coffee table and frantically started firmly dabbing the wine
that was directly on Jack’s crotch.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I did that.”
Candy said as she pressed and squeezed Jack’s crotch. Candy was
aware of Jack’s partially swollen member. It only took moments of
drying, which changed to mostly stroking that little Jack became
fully aroused.

“Oh my, and I thought you didn’t like
me.”

Jack jumped to his feet. He was lost in the
moment.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for that to
happen.” He explained Jack, I’m going to use your bathroom, if you
don’t mind.”

“Please do. Take off your pants and I’ll
throw them in the wash. We can talk while we wait.”

Jack didn’t respond. With the wine warming
her insides and feeling Jack’s long, thick, pulsating manhood,
Candy’s switch was flicked. She could feel her heart in her chest
beating hard, pushing her blood to her lady parts. Candy could feel
herself becoming very wet. Her mind’s thoughts narrowed. She was in
a trance. Candy could care less about Kelly’s death at the moment.
The consequences of her husband’s involvement would have to wait
until after she took care of her overwhelming desire.

Candy knocked on the bathroom door.

“I have something you can put on while your
pants dry. I don't want you walking around here without any pants
on.” Candy was lying, that’s exactly what she wanted.

The door opened and Jack put out his hand.
Candy pushed the door and tried to take a peek, but Jack stopped
her.

After about five minutes in the bathroom
Candy heard a cell phone ringing from the bathroom. Jack answered
but didn’t say much. The door opened up. Jack wasn’t wearing the
very thin pajama pants Candy gave him. He was wearing his own
pants. He had a very shocked and serious look on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry but I have some very bad
news.”

Candy could see in Jack’s eyes, it was.

“What is it?” Candy’s heart was beating hard
again but now in fear.

“It’s your husband. They found him. He washed
up on the shore this morning, about three miles from Kelly’s
hotel.”

Candy froze. Thousands of thoughts ran
through her drunken mind. Jack put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m very sorry.” Jack said kindly.

Candy didn’t know what to do. She stepped
forward and put her arms around Jack. She put her head on his
shoulder and broke down and cried. She cried and cried. She
remembered how nice David had always been to her. How he always
made her laugh. Then she thought about all the lies she kept from
him. He didn’t deserve that. He saved her. David took her slutty
ass away from her evil Las Vegas lifestyle, only to be a slut here
in paradise. She lived like a queen. She came and went as she
pleased. David completely trusted her. All those thoughts made her
feel so low. She couldn’t contain her feelings. She felt like she
would never stop crying. Then she thought, she was imposing on this
nice police officer. This nice officer that just moments ago, she
tried to seduce.

After what felt like forever, Candy had
calmed down a little. She was out of her head. She became aware of
her surroundings. It was as if she just woke up. She was holding
Jack and Jack was holding her. He was rocking her. As if he was
comforting a baby. Back and forth, back and forth. There was
something else. It was strange but not unfamiliar. How could it be?
How could she not have noticed, and Jack had been such a tight ass.
How could he take such a liberty under such an inappropriate
circumstance? Jack was in her. Not a finger or something
inconspicuous but his whole raging hard on. He wasn’t rocking her
to comfort her but pumping Candy up and down on his dick. He was
holding her and Candy’s legs were wrapped around him.

What a sick fuck, she thought. It made her
mad but damn, it felt good, real good. Just like that, the switch
was flicked and she became hot, very hot. She couldn’t believe this
pervert though. He was worse than her. Had she met her match? The
thought made her even hotter. She began pumping him in return. She
used her legs and her arms to slam down on his shaft. She was going
to make this pig pay. Jack groaned to her reaction. She was
slamming down on his dick so hard he couldn’t hold her anymore and
he lowered Candy to the floor. Jack fell on top of her. He
continued pounding her hard. Candy looked up at her intruder and
couldn’t believe she wasn’t stopping him. This asshole just told
her that her husband was murdered and started fucking her as she
was crying on his shoulder. It wasn’t right enjoying this. Every
pump of his raging, hungry penis made her want more and it made her
sick feeling that way.

“You fucking bastard!”

Candy started hitting him and scratching him.
He was in shock. He shouldn’t have been but he was. He pulled out
and backed away.

“What’s your problem?”

Candy got to her feet. She was on fire. Her
head felt hot from anger, her pussy was on fire of desire. She
never felt hornier in her life and never so upset because of
it.

“What’s my problem? You insensitive mother
fucker!” as she continued to strike at Jack.

Jack was amazed by Candy’s furry, and the
speed of her punches and slaps. It should have been expected but
none the less he was impressed by it.

“I’m going to kill you asshole!” Candy
yelled.

She was more enraged that David stopped
fucking her, leaving her so hot and bothered, than him fucking her
in the first place. Candy scratched Jacks arm with a missed slap
and it drew blood. The sight of blood was very satisfying to
her.

“You bitch! You’re lucky I’m giving you one
last screw. You’re going to be spending the next twenty years
eating pussy!”

She couldn’t believe how he changed so
dramatically. He was such a gentleman.

“Asshole! I didn’t kill my husband, you cock
sucker!” She slapped Jack’s face hard. He was shocked for a moment.
Candy took the opportunity and grabbed Jack's balls and squeezed.
Jack turned to her, eyes wide open in pain and fear.

“I was going to give you the best lay of your
life. Now I’m going to rip your balls off.”

To Candy’s amazement, Jack had become erect
as she held him.

“What, you like it rough?” as she squeezed
harder.

Jack groaned. It sounded like a groan of
pain, but it also sounded like pleasure too.

Candy let go of his balls and grabbed his
dick and pulled hard. Jack groaned again. The sound of his groan
and the thick rock hard cock caused Candy’s heart to skip a beat.
Fuck! She thought. I won’t give him the satisfaction. That’s what
her mind was saying.

Candy leaned down and put his head in her
mouth. She pressed down with her teeth. She pulled off for a
second.

“I’m going to bite your dick off you
asshole!”

Jack could have socked her in the head or
pushed her off, but he didn’t. Maybe he was afraid Candy would get
a bite in and chop off his dick. Or maybe he was calling her bluff.
Or maybe he was in too much heat to think straight. Whatever it
was, he didn’t stop her and it made her horny as could be.

Candy pressed her teeth down hard on Jack’s
staff. She was expecting to hear Jack scream in pain. He didn’t,
but he grunted intensely. Candy let go and she could see deep, red
teeth marks just past his head.

“You little bitch! Knock it off.”

Fuck him! She thought. She quickly grabbed
him by his balls again. She noticed Jacks pants on the floor by her
feet. Peeking out of his back pocket was a set of handcuffs.

“You try something and so help me, I’m
ripping your balls off!”

Candy pulled him down to the floor by his
balls.

“Lay down and grab your handcuffs out of your
pants asshole!”

Jack started to lie down.

“Take off your shirt first mother fucker!” As
she said so, she squeezed and pulled his balls so hard Jack closed
his eyes tight and he let out a loud yell.

He did as he was told. He had a look of
concern. It wasn’t from fear of what was going to happen but of
what might have just happened to his balls. There was a sharp pain
and they felt damaged, out of place, possible detached.

“Okay, okay! You win. I think you broke my
balls!”

“Good! You deserve it! That’s just the
beginning. Now strap those handcuffs behind your back! I’m going to
send you out of here damaged and naked for the world to see.”

“Look bitch let me go and I’ll give you a
day’s head start before I send out an APB for your arrest.”

Once Candy heard the second click of the
handcuff, she pushed Jack’s head to the floor. It landed with a
thud.

“I told you, I didn’t kill my husband!” she
yelled as she inadvertently sat back on Jacks damaged balls. His
face turned red in pain.

“You like that do you?” Candy taunted.

“Please get off.” Jack said gritting his
teeth.

Candy hopped on them again and again as he
moaned in pain.

“Oh, I don’t know what it is about seeing you
in so much pain, maybe it’s all that moaning but it’s turning me
on.” Candy said in a sexy but mean way. She continued to bounce on
his balls. With each bounce Jack groaned. His face was permanently
red. And with each bounce, Jacks dick began to rise. His balls may
have been broken but his dick sure liked the bald, wet pussy
hopping on it.

Candy wasn’t lying; she was getting very
worked up again. She couldn’t help it. Jack was in very good shape.
She was a sucker for a six pack. Long, muscular, strong and bad, as
bad as she ever seen. He was such a dick. She couldn’t even imagine
being so rude and for god knows why, it was driving her crazy.

“How dare you get an erection while I torture
you. I’m going to have to stop being so nice to you.”

Candy leaned forward and placed both hands
around his neck and squeezed. Jacks already red face became more
so. She leaned back a little and the head of Jack’s raging hard on
pierced her soaking wet peach, just a little. Candy closed her eyes
and paused. It felt so good. She leaned back a little more, about
two inches. Mmmm, she thought. Her hands relaxed. Candy was
distracted by the feeling of Jacks thick member inside of her. Jack
used his legs to lift his pelvis up hard and fast, jamming his dick
deep inside Candy’s eager pussy.

Candy noticed his pain when his balls hit her
ass. His pain gave her pleasure and Candy rose off his balls and
dropped down hard on Jack’s shaft. Jack made a loud grown. it
clearly hurt his balls. None the less, it made his dick even
harder. Candy let out a moan of her own. The sensation was
electrifying. Her whole body was sexually charged. Candy never
really tortured anyone while having sex but Jacks genuine agony and
pleasure drove Candy to her first orgasm in record time.

Candy spun around on Jack. She was now facing
his feet. She didn’t do it to give jack a view of her firm rear.
She took this moment to get what she wanted earlier.

Candy, while still impaled, reached down
between her legs and flicked one of Jack's balls.

“Ow! What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Oh, does that hurt?”

“What do you think, bitch?”

Candy gave him another much harder flick. It
must have been a different kind of pain because she felt him
soften.

“Keep it up!” she said as she squeezed her
vagina and began humping him again.”

Jack responded instantly.

Candy continued riding Jack slowly.

“I expect respect from you from now on. Is
that understood?”

There was no response.

Candy stopped and flicked his ball.

“Ow! Cut it out! What the fuck.”

“I said do you understand?”

There was a little pause and Candy flicked
him again.

“Okay! Shit, I understand.”

“That’s better,” and Candy continued to
slowly ride on.

“I feel like you're having a change of heart.
So I’m going to tell you something that will prove my innocence and
in return you're going to give me that file. Deal?”

Jack was taking a moment to consider it but
the moment was too long. Candy grabbed his balls firmly and began
to pull. “Deal?!”

“Deal! Fucking deal! Damn.”

“Great.”

Candy spun around again. She smiled at Jack.
Jack smiled back and began lifting his hips to get Candy going
again.

She took the hint and started riding him
again.

“First let’s get this over with. Do you know
Derrick Thompson?” Candy asked.

“Captain Derrick Thompson?”

“That’s the one.”

“What about him?”

“If you check the security tape at the Palms
Inn in Wilmington at about ten o’clock you’ll see us check in.
You’ll see me leave about four in the morning. I was with him the
whole time. Ask him.”

“Shit, you’re the Captain’s girl?”

“
No, the Captain’s married. I’m his
whore and when I tell him about you, he’ll have you killed. The
Captain is a very jealous man.”

“What are you saying? Did he have your
husband killed?”

“I need you to shut up for a second,” as
Candy was reaching her second climax.

She started grinding harder and faster. As
her body began to tighten Candy reached down and dug her nails into
Jack’s chest. Jack’s busted balls tightened. As they did, there was
a burning, agonizing pain. His balls felt bruised through and
through. Jack knew he was going to blow and he was very concerned
at the possibility of further testicular damage.

Candy was getting the most of her final
climax by pounding Jack hard into her. Jack was overtaken by
Candy’s assault and let out a ferocious scream as his balls pumped
and pumped his ever so painful load deep into Candy.