MistressAbaddonAngelOfOld

He wasn’t the most handsome, nor the most galant, in fact, you have heard your father multiple times referred to him as “That bastard” or alternatively, “That fat motherfucker” but you saw past that, you only listened attentively what your father had to say about the town’s sheriff

You liked him

By the sole menton of his name your legs turn to jelly and you feel your face getting as heated as that time you got sunburned under the summer sun

You didn’t know if it was his steel blue eyes, or the way he spoke with that southern brawl, or the gestures he made with his thick hands, the way he moved, or the way he smiled one side while his hands where perched on his hips

He was a handsome man

You felt your cheeks heated at the thought or sight of him, you felt nervous, like your stomach was filled with little butterflies.

You had a crush on him, on Lee Bodecker

You had become a lady now, you just finished college, (a rare occurrence for ladies) and you had to come back home, to Knockemstiff, to help your father with the family business. the biggest hardware store in town. He remained here, in his birthplace.

You were an adult now, and you wanted to act on your feelings towards the sheriff. It's about time you had your love story, with a handsome, strong, galantt man, like the Sheriff himself.

You looked at him, he was behind the sheriff office stand, watching over the town’s farmers market, and you knew it was your chance. You just smiled, as you walked towards him, with your trademark cherry pie you had learned how to bake from your deceased mother’s recipe. According to your dad it was the best dessert he had eaten, so you just had to make it for him.

“Good morning Sheriff” he wasn’t alone, he was accompanied by two of his deputies, but only one look from him and they disappeared and splitted into the crowd, smiling widely, unknown to you why

“Good mornin' sweetie” he greeted, and immediately you felt your cheeks heated

“I B-baked this, f-for you” your damned stutter, showed up in the least convenient situations

“For me?” he asked, stunned, and happy, receiving the pie you just handed to him, you nodded with your head, smiling widely at him, “Aren’t you the sweetest? You are Earl (Y/L/N)’s kid, right?” he drawled, only his voice and that one sided smile could make your knees buckle and your hands sweaty

“I’m not a kid Sir” you remarked, your sweaty hands hiding behind your back

“You got that right” he purred, lookin up and down at you, oh you were certainly nervous now, “Thank for the pie, but I don’t know what I did to deserve it”

“You are the sheriff” you said simply, but regretted it, it seemed like you were interested in him only by his standing, “No that’s not what I meant, I mean…” he laughed, loudly

“It’s ok sweet girl” he comforted you, “How can I thank you for this delicious gift?” he asked, leaning in, looking at you with those steel blue eyes you liked so much

“I w-was wondering…” you started, “I want to…”

“You want to go on a date with me, sweetheart?” your heart jumped inside your chest and you got so excited you had to fight not to let out an excited shriek

“Yes Sheriff” you said, toying with your fingers behind your back, “I’d like that very much”

“Very well then, are you comfortable with friday? pick you up at 6?” you just nodded, not being able to talk of how excited you were

You told him to wait for you down the hill from your house. You knew your father disliked him, and would never let you go on a date with him, so you hid it from him.

It should have ring a bell in your little, naive head that the sheriff was all too keen of just wait for you hidden in his cruiser between some trees, instead of taking off his sheriff hat, going up the tree steps to the porch of your house, and present himself to your father as the “Gentleman who was taking his daughter out for dinner” But you didn’t care, you were so excited

“Where are we going, Sheriff?” you asked him, as you put on your seatbelt on, you were so excited it took you hours to get ready

“You’ll see sweety” he purred, “And you can call me Lee” your hands get clammy while grasping the strap of the seatbelt

“Lee” you savoured his name in your mouth and you liked what you felt

“Your pie was the sweetest, more delicious thing I’ve eaten little girl” he purred, and you couldn't be happier

“You liked it?” you asked, amazed

“Oh man, what I would give to eat more of it”

“I can make you another” you offered, with a shy smile

“I’d like that” he responded, leaving your eyes to look upon the road

There weren't many places to go have dinner in Knockemstiff, maybe that’s the reason he drove all the way to Meade, but it wasn’t a restaurant he took you to, not even a diner, you parked and stopped in a three floor apartment building. He got off his official police vehicle, and went around it, only to open the door for you, and you were so happy at his chivalry, he took your hand in his and softly led you towards a set of stairs, to go to the second floor to his place.

He lived alone, you could tell, his house, even if he had new and somehow modern appliances, lacked warmth, lacked pictures hanging from the walls showing stories and happy faces, his open kitchen lacked ingredients and tools to make a home cooked meal. The couch looked cozy but empty, everything did.

“You brought me to your house?” you asked softly, kind of excited, did he truly wanted to show you the place he lived? That was certainly exciting, wasn't it? something private, and more intimate.

“I wanted to get to know you better” he said simply, offering you a seat on his big leather couch, one that you took, “You want something to drink?” he asked, “I got some… beer, and well, water, maybe a coffee?”

“Water is fine” you said simply, you disliked the taste of beer, you still remembered the bitterness of that sip your dad offered you when you were 15 years old, and never tried it again since.

He brought you a glass, with a beer for himself and he seated in the couch right next to you, you sipped your water, silently thinking about how hungry you were, but it didn't matter, you were with Lee Bodecker by your side, in his house, you should feel fortunate, lucky even.

You couldn't help but wince when you felt his hand, caressing your hair

“You are so pretty, little girl” he purred

“You think so, Sir?” you asked him

“I told you to call me Lee…” he continued, you accomodate to turn to him, more comfortably

“Sorry Sir, I mean… Lee” you grumbled, “You live here alone?” you asked him

“Yes sweety, I’m a big man” he chuckled

“Oh, yes I know” you muttered, embarrassed

“And you? you live with your pops?” you nodded

“Yes, just the two of us” you sai, smiling shyly

“Oh good, you ain’t got no siblings?” you shook your head

“Do you?” you asked

“Only my sister, she is married now” he answered simply

“Do you want to get married?” you asked, innocently

“One day I might” he chuckled, his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes burning your face with embarrassment, feeling scrutinized under his gaze, “And you? Sweet thing?”

“I would like to get married” you answered sincerely, “And have a couple babies”

“Is that so?” he purred

He leaned in, and you felt intimidated, but didn’t move until he reached you, and covered your mouth with his, you gasped in his mouth, not believing what was happening, the sheriff! your platonic love was kissing you! you dropped the empty glass and it fell on the carpet, whole, so it didn’t take importance as he cradled your face, and leaned in so much over you, you got trapped completely between the couch and his big body. You tried to respond to him, but couldn't, he was more experienced than you.

His hands left your face, to fondle with his clothes, you didn't know what he wanted until you heard his belt being opened, the unmistakably metal sound the buckle made at being open made you curious. He left your face then, standing right in front of you, opening his pants, and taking out… his… You could only gasp at the sight

You had never seen one before, it looked angry, red, his tip shiny since droplets of a white liquid came out of it

“What? Are you going shy on me all of a sudden?” he asked, mocking you, he leaned in and grabbed you by the back of your neck, rawin you towards him… towards his…. manhood, you react by placing your hand over his thighs, to try to stop him, you didn’t want your face near it, it scare you, so he stopped

“Sorry…” you whimpered, “I got…” he grabbed your hand and made you wrap it around his cock. It was warm, but soft, and incredibly hard. It felt weird in your hand, weird but good, kind of… exciting… you felt a thrill by holding it, stroking it, putting pressure in your fingers, drawing noises from him you liked

“You want to go to the main course, sweety pie?” you nodded, not knowing what he ment, but wanting something else, something other than this

This isn’t what you imagined a date with the sheriff would be like, but fear took a hold on you, a fear of disappointing him, a feared that crippled you into believe that if you didn’t want to go ahead with this he would reject you, and throw you aside

He grabbed and almost threw you over the couch, kneeling in its cushions, you fell over the backrest, grabbing it tightly to keep you grounded, you got scared all of a sudden, not knowing what to do, or what he intended… but you discovered it very swiftly when he grabbed the hem of your dress and pushed it up, past your hips, uncovering your behind

“Sheriff?” you asked, suddenly scared

“Oh, this is what I wanted to see.” Your butt was on display for him, and your cotton white panties you wore that day, and then… his hands, grabbing your ass, squishing your cheeks. You heard his growled and you were so stunned you couldn't even move, “This is what I’m talking about,” he growled, satisfied, an you jumped on your spot when you felt his chubby fingers moving your underwear aside, to start caressing you in your pussy, rubbing you, splitting your folds open for him.

This couldn’t be happening

Were all the horrible things your father told you about boys, were all true? was sex the only thing they looked for? No, no not necessary, perhaps he truly saw you as a woman, and this is what women and men did, right?

Impatiently, he grabbed your panties and dragged them down your legs, taking them out of the way.

“Lee… Sir…” you called, trying to look back at him, but you were interrupted

“I’m getting there sweet girl” he purred

You felt the tip of his dick searching for your entrance, and you quivered trying to escape his grip but failed, he was stronger and bigger than you, he barely even noticed you had moved. And then… you felt him… his fat cock finally finding your folds and trying, hardly, to sneak inside your virgin passage, you whimpered, cried but it was smothered by the leatherback of the couch, that silenced your whimpers of pain.

He didn’t wait, he wasn’t gentle, he slammed into you until he gave you all his length in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you. You had never been stabbed but surely it felt like it, it felt like he was stabbing you, it hurt, it burned your insides leaving fire and lava inside your walls

“This is all you wanted all along, you fucking whore” you whimpered at the shameful words, “Throwing yourself all over the sheriff, you shameless slut”

You wanted to say something, to say no, to tell him that all you wanted was a date, for him to open the door for you and to hold his big hand in yours, and then maybe, just maybe, he would lean in and kiss your cheek at the end of the night when he dropped you safely in the porch of your house. He did kiss your cheek, leaving a trail of drool as he started thrusting roughly into you from behind

“This is what you wanted wasn’t it?” he growled in your ear as he kept pounding into you, “This sweet pussy is so tight” you opened your mouth to protest but the only thing that came out of it was a whimper, a pained one, it still burned but your own body helped you, lubricating itself, “My pussy, right?” he asked, seating himself deeply inside you until you felt his belly over your ass, but he took himself out,almost… and then he pushed inside you again, starting a hard sawy that made the couch squeak under you both

It didn’t burn anymore but it was far of being pleasurable, until you noticed his hands grabbing your hips more tightly, his grunts and moans more elevated in sound, an you felt it… he speared inside you harder this time, and he didn't retreat, he stood there, still inside you, grunting. You felt something warm, and sticky, filling your insides and you just moaned at the unknown feeling, only assuming he had finished

“Oh sweetheart” he growled, satisfied, he pulled himself off of you and you couldn’t help but wince at the feeling, “That was so…” he interrupted himself. You didn’t know what happened since you couldn’t see him, but what he saw had left him speechless. His dick was stained with your blood.

He looked at you and he felt a tinge of guilt clawing at his chest, you were hugging the back of the couch tightly, and he heard you sob softly, you were in pain. Your gasps and whines weren’t signs of pleasure, they were signs of pain and when you reached out behind you to grab him wasn’t because you needed to feel him, it was because you wanted him to stop. You were a virgin, it was your first time, and he had been careless and even rough with you

“Oh sweety pie” he said, almost mocking you, “Did I just pop your cherry?” you sniffed, trying to turn around to see him, you wiped your tears with the back of your hand and nodded

“Yes Sir” you whispered, you finally looked at him when you sat on the couch, he saw you flinched when the abused flesh of your ass and your pussy touched the surface of the couch. You finally looked at his face, he was looking at you with adoration, or how he would look at a cute puppy. You tried to breathe, to relax, and when you managed to do just that, you felt the awkwardness, he just stood there, watching you, and you could have done anything to escape his gaze, so that’s what you were going to do

“I have to go” you sniffed, trying to stand up from the couch, fixing your underwear, but he stopped you, grabbing your shoulders

“No sweety pie” he drawled, “You are not going anywhere”

“What do you mean Sr?” you asked, suddenly scared of him

“I can't just let you go now, can I?”, his finger trailed your wetted cheeks and down to your jaw, “I just popped your cherry, what kind of man would I be if I just let you go like you were a whore?”

“But my father…” you muttered, scared of what would happen if you didn't come back soon

“I’ll deal with your pa’ tomorrow” he leaned in and kissed you again, sloppily, “Right now I’ll teach you how to ride me, to ride a man” you felt nervousness prickling at your skin, but you let yourself get dragged by him towards his bedroom

You didn’t even get to look around since he was over you in a second, devouring your mouth until you couldn't breathe. He was passionate, strong, and you tried to keep up with him but it was so hard he ate you whole, and you let him, going almost limp in his arms

He separated from you, to look at you with his darkened eyes that almost looked black

“Let me help you get this off” he didn’t care about buttons, of delicacy for that matter, he grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it over you, leaving you in underwear, one that he had spoiled, at least the bottom part. He licked his lips, in a manner that made you feel insecure and unseasy.

He undressed himself, uncovering his pudgy belly, his hairy chest, and finally, he undid his pants, to release his already hard cock, ready for you again

“Look what you provoque” he murmured, and you couldn’t get your eyes off his dick, “Already hard, and it’s all for you” you still feel that stickiness between your folds, but in some weird way, you still wanted to please him, “You wanna’ ride me? uh?” you just nodded, he smiled, and he proceeded to get rid of the rest of your underwear, leaving you totally naked in front of him, “You are beautiful, gorgeous” he purred, his hands tickling you on their way to touch your breasts, feeling them in his bigs hands, squeezing them a little bit, feeling them, only when you moaned softly and your nipples were hard and pebbled, he stopped, smiling widely

“T-thank you sir” you whimpered, still scared in his hands and under his gaze

He seated on the bed, and still grabbing your hand he made you jump over him, straddling him, your knees on both sides of his thighs, his cock standing proudly. You let yourself be accommodated by him over him, your pussy just over him

“Lee” you called

“What sweet girl?” he asked

“It hurt the last time”

“It’ll be better now, I promise” and it was, he lowered you, impaling you with his length, and splitting you open once again, but he was right, it didn't burn like the last time, it felt better, you felt places inside of you being caressed by his manhood and you enjoyed it much more.

You rode him alright, he moved your hips, making you go up and down his hard cock, and you couldn't’ stop the soft moans that came out of your mouth, you did enjoyed it, vey much, also because this time you could see his face, his smile as he looked at you with adoration in his yes, and he stole short lived kisses on your lips and all over your face, making you smile, and enjoy more the moment, since it was more intimate, and he was being more careful.

“You are a quick learner” he praised, “I think I want to keep you sweet girl, would you like that?”

“Yes Sir!” you begged, your voice high and pitched by this marvelous climax of sensations he made feel. But he kept controlling your movements untl he cummed inside you again.

He was a rough man, you knew this now, and he not very carefully but with certainly good intentions, helped you get inside the bed, and once you were under the covers, he also joined you, grabbing you and slamming you against his own body, finally feeling his warmth, his nakedness against your, and he held you tightly, searching your face with his to drop kisses all over your face and also some in your lips

“I stand corrected” he murmured against your lips, “Your pie isn’t the sweetest thing i’ve tasted, you are, my own cherry pie”

“You mean it?” you asked

“Hell yes I do” he responded

The ride home the next morning was awkward and in silence, and as the cruiser left the main road to drive up a secondary gravel avenue, this time, he drove up right into the front of the entrance to the house, no hiding, you looked at him, expecting something, but he only looked at the front of the car as he sighed

“T-thank you sheriff” you stammered, and before he could say anything, you opened the door and jumped off the cruiser. You tried fixing your dress, but it was fruitless, you could tell you were wearing the exact same clothes you did yesterday

“What is the meaning of this?” you tried to hide between your shoulders when your father popped out of your house, he was upset, and mad, as he should be, since you haven't come home since you left last afternoon. You winced when you heard the door of the cruiser opening it up and closing behind you, “Sheriff” your father called, and you knew he was trying to control himself, “What’s going on?” you looked over your shoulder to see Lee take his hat off of his head, he shared looks with you fleetingly before returning his full attention to your father. “Get in here, both of you!” he demanded, and he, as you as if he were a teenager, obeyed him

You three seated in the dinner table, and you couldn’t stop shaking, your father was ruthless, and he could be very vey mean

“She spent the night with you?” he asked, and you looked over at Lee, you had seen him with other men that believed were over his head, but no one was, he put them in their place swiftly and unmistakingly

“Yes Sir” he answered back

“I told you” he yelled at you, “I didn’t want you anywhere near him”

“I like him” you mumbled, and he just chuckled, in a mean, shivering making way

“And I told you he was only after what old man want with young pretty ladies such as yourself” he answered

“Sir, that’s not…” he tried to reply

“Oh so you expect me to believe he spent all night with you doing what? playing chess?”

“Dad… I’m sorry”

“You are a whore!”

“Sir” Lee called, strongly, made you wince, the thickness of the air was unbearable, the tension between them both, and between you, “I care about your daughter” he responded, and you looked at him, surprised. One of his thick arms surrounded your shoulders

“Well, if you care about her so much, you can take her with you!” your father growled and that’s when bitter tears fell down your eyes, “I don’t want this whore in my house” you couldn’t help your sob, the rejection of your own father burning inside your chest

“She ain't no whore, Sir” Lee growled, his arm tightening around your shoulders, letting you breathe more freely, feeling protected, “She is a sweet girl”

“Then take her, she is all yours” he said, slapping the table as he rose up on his feet, “I don’t want ‘er, I have no use for a shameless slut here in my house,” new and fat tears fell from your eyes, “Trying to raise you good for you to only open your legs for the first bastard that looks at you funny”

“Dad” you managed to cry, “Please!” you looked at him but you were only met with disgust and disappointing

“Get your shit, and get out of my house”

With trembling hands and legs you stood up from the table, and grabbed some garbage bags that were located under the sink, and you went towards the stairs slowly, taking everything in, you stumbled upon the first steps but Lee was right behind you, placing one of his big hands on your lower back to help you keep your balance and give you the strength to go up the stairs towards your room

He stood silently by the door of your room as he watched you carefully grab your clothes from the closet and throw them inside the black bag, also a couple of shoes, and when you made sure you had everything that fitted you, you grabbed some personal items of yours to take.

It was kind of sad to fit all your life in two medium size trash bags.

And there was Lee again, to lean in and grab the bags from your hand. You looked into his face to see if you sensed something, anything, really, like annoyance, and sadness, but all you saw was a calculating frowned face

“I’m sorry for all this sweety pie,” he mumbled under his breath. You couldn’t even talk, so you just shook your head and muster all your strength to only say a meek denial of “this isn’t your fault” kind of gibberish

But panic started to take a grip on your quivering body when he slammed the door of his cruiser shut. Everything started to sink into your little head

Lee was going to leave you too, you barely knew each other, he didn’t love you, he wasn’t going to walk to your house and ask your father for your hand in marriage and then respect you until you wedding night after you walk down the aisle wearing white, you jumped ahead of all that and now he was going to kick you off as well, like your father just did

Nobody wanted you

He got inside the cruiser that moved under his weight, the leather making some squeaky noises when he accommodated himself. He didn’t say anything as he took off his hat and threw it in the back seat, he grumbled under his breath while he put the keys into the ignition and and put on his seatbelt

“Please Sir” you whimpered, you saw in the corner of your eye Lee stopping his movements to look directly at you, “I don’t have anywhere else to go” you cried, “I can clean, and cook for you” you finally looked at him and he was surprised at your sudden outburst, looking at you with those blue eyes opened in surprise, “I won’t bother you at all Sir, please, don't leave me, don’t throw me into the streets” you begged.

“Oh my sweet cherry pie” he whispered softly, his hand cradling your cheek, “Ain’t ever letting you go” he said, leaning into you until his forehead was against yours, “Are you going to be my pretty little housewife?”

“You mean it Sir?” you asked. Your chest burned with relief, love and adoration

“I’m gonna wife ya’ sweet girl” he confirmed, his eyes on yours, “Would you like that? to be the wife of this fat ol’ bastard?”

“Yes Sir” you said firmly and happily

“Ain’t that right sweet girl?” then you saw in his eyes something different, something warm and sweet, “Yes Sir?” he repeated, “Aren’t you just an obedient little thing?” you just nodded, relieved and happy

“Yes, Thank you Sir” one of his thick arms surrounded you and eliminated the distance between your bodies, nesting you against his chest

“Are you going to cook for me?”

“Yes” you answered swettly and without hesitation

“Clean our house?” you just nodded against him, “Wait for me when I got home from work?” he asked, hopefully

“Yes Sir” you said happily

“Are you gonna’ give me some pretty babies?” he purred, without leaving your touch, you just stayed there, cuddled into his warm and pudgy body

“Would you like that?” you asked, excited

“Oh yeah sweet girl” he purred over your head, “I wan’ at least 4” you shrieked out of pure excitement, “All girls as sweet as their mother”

The moment he realised he had “popped your cherry” is the minute he truly felt like the most lucky bastard that had stepped on this earth

He thought you were just a little whore, playing it nice with the sheriff to save yourself some trouble, that your heated cheeks, your naive looks, and childish demeanor were only a ruse. Oh he never felt happier of being wrong.

You truly were innocent, you truly had a childish crush on him, and you truly wanted him

You were such a sweet little thing, so innocent and ready to please

He was never going to let you go