The Southern Sheriff Ch. 01

"Mm." Singleton felt the soft skin of her breasts. His fingers gently rubbing against her erect nipples.

"Oh, sorry Sheriff..." Mrs. Larson had come by the Sheriff's office with a note when she accidentally walked in on the Sheriff and his secretary. Though in reality, the forty-eight-year-old Rose Larson, had watched quietly from the doorway for a moment, imagining herself in Lynn's place, being felt up by the handsome Sheriff.

"Oh, Mrs. Larson." The Sheriff stood up and looked over at the busty older woman. His eyes wandered down her chest, where her unbuttoned blouse showed off her large breasts. He had always enjoyed Mrs. Larson's very generous cleavage. There was little chance that his hardon would get smaller anytime soon.

Lynn looked over and gave the older Rose a small smile. Rose had always been so nice and generous to her, almost like a second mother. She had taught her the ropes around the Sheriff's station when she had started several years ago.

After giving Lynn an endearing smile, Rose looked back over at the Sheriff. Her eyes lit up when she saw his glances down at her cleavage.

Thoughts of her late evenings at the station with the Sheriff flashed through her mind. She would walk into Sheriff Singleton's office, where she usually found him behind his desk, in his chair. With his eyes on her, Rose would undo her blouse and bra, releasing her huge sagging breasts. She loved the way he would nod and lick his lips when he saw her voluptuous breasts. The way he would follow her walk around his desk, where she would kneel down in front of his chair, and unbuckle his pants.

She would reach inside his trousers with such anticipation, and each time, when her fingers met his huge cock, Rose would look up at him with a sexy smile. She loved the sight and feel of a black man's cock in her hand. After getting his big cock wet with her mouth, she would do the thing that always drove the Sheriff crazy. She would wrap her large breasts around his cock and milk him with her soft and jiggly tits. Rose just loved her evening with Sheriff Singleton.

"Should I... come back?" Rose found herself glancing down at the bulging lump in Sheriff Singleton's pants. Her panties got moist as she imagined his thick throbbing black cock.

"No, that's okay," Singleton told Mrs. Larson whilst also glancing over at Lynn, who looked beautiful with her breasts still out of her dress.

Lynn smiled and brushed her short blonde hair back behind her ear. She gave the Sheriff an extra moment to look at her naked breasts before she when she saw the Sheriff looking at her.

"Well, I'll get these documents sorted for you Sheriff." Lynn smiled and brushed her short blonde hair back behind her ear. She gave the Sheriff an extra moment to look at her naked breasts before she buttoned up her dress, and picked up a couple of files that laid on the cabinet.

Singleton nodded and watched his secretary leave his office. She stopped and turned around just before she left, and gave the Sheriff a smile.

"So, what can I do for you Rose?" Singleton walked behind his desk and sat down.

"Patty Mae just called Sheriff, it would seem that her husband Roy has gotten himself stuck in one of his traps again." Rose shook her head at the McGraw family who lived out by the marshland.

"Haha, Roy sure has a knack for getting himself into trouble." Singleton laughed thinking about what kind of trap he had managed to come up with this time.

"Yeah, well sometimes I think that you should just let them handle their own messes. Don't they know that you're the Sheriff and not some kind of caretaker." Rose didn't much care for the McGraw's, or any other family she considered rednecks.

"Not a very Christian thing to say." Sheriff Singleton teased the church going, woman.

"Oh." Rose suddenly felt a bit guilty.

"Well, I... just think that they shouldn't be wasting the time of such an important man as yourself, Sheriff." Rose looked over at the black man that she had always been so impressed by.

"I'm sure Patty Mae wouldn't have called unless her husband wasn't in trouble." Singleton smiled to himself as he got up and grabbed his hat.

"No, of course not." Rose still felt a bit guilty.

On the way out, Singleton took down his gun belt from the coat hanger and hooked it up around his waist.

"Deputy Flores." Singleton looked over at Sonia who sat at her desk, with Jeremy Henrickson still fawning over her.

"Yes, Sheriff." She stood up and looked over at her boss.

"I'm heading out, radio if there is anything," Singleton told his deputy.

"Of course Sheriff." Flores nodded.

On the way out to his truck, Singleton smiled to himself. He had always enjoyed his trips out to the McGraw's. Patty Mae was such an appreciative woman.

On his way out of town, Singleton made a point of taking a longer route that took him past the newly opened yoga studio. Though he didn't much get the point of yoga, all it seemed to be was folks sitting around, breathing and occasionally stretching. What he did get on the other hand, was the owner and instructor, Ms. Davis.

Ms. Tara Davis was a fair skinned black woman in her early thirties. She had moved to Clintonville a couple of months ago to open her own yoga studio, Yubi Yoga.

For once in Isaac's life, he had almost found himself speechless when met her during the opening of her Studio. She was so beautiful, her brown eyes almost sparkled and her black afro styled hair with curls looked perfect on her. Isaac had even found himself taking a few extra foot patrols passed her yoga studio in order to see her. Each time he saw her through the window in her tight yoga outfit, he started sweating. Her body was simply out of this world. Especially her butt, that looked incredibly thick on her slender frame.

As Singleton once again drove passed Yubi Yoga, he slowed down, hoping to see Ms. Davis. This time, however, he found her looking out just as he passed, and their eyes met. In that split second, Isaac tried pretending that he had just happened to look her way, by giving her a polite nod. Though he could tell by her teasing smile, that she knew that he had been looking at her.

Half a mile down the road, where the houses and stores began to turn into trees, Singleton passed the first Baptist church of Clintonville. He sighed at the promise he had made to Reverend Jackson that he would attend the mass this Sunday morning.

Inside the church, the women's choir were rehearsing a few new psalms under the guidance of Mrs. Carol Langston, who had conducted the choir for the last fifteen years.

Behind Mrs. Langston, in the front row of the church, sat the fifty-two-year-old reverend, Julius Jackson. Humming along, he looked out over the twenty or so ladies in the choir. Occasionally he would find a couple of the women looking out at him, lustfully.

"... it's honored place." The women sang the last part of the psalm.

"That was lovely ladies." The black reverend applauded and walked up.

Carol smiled and clapped along joyfully. She felt such pride hearing Reverend Jackson's praise. Carol had been with him ever since he took over after the late Pastor Conrads, some twenty years ago. Reverend Jackson had even performed the marital ceremony between her and her now husband Jacob. It was such a joyous occasion afterwards when Jacob told her that he had invited the Reverend to join them on their wedding night.

Carol had laid there in bed in her white lingerie, with her legs spread, waiting on the black reverend to come by. When the knock on the door finally came, and her husband let him in, she was so wet, that when Reverend got up on top of her, he could easily slide his thick black cock into her otherwise so tight pussy. On that wedding night, the Reverend brought her to heaven, whilst her husband Jacob sat next to the bed stroking his little penis.

"We could perhaps improve the third verse a bit?" Carol looked over at Reverend Jackson. She wanted everything to be perfect for his Sunday sermon.

"No, it was just perfect." The reverend walked up to the diligent Mrs. Langston and addressed the choir.

"You've all deserve a break, let's pick up with the second psalm in fifteen minutes." Reverend Jackson told his women's choir.

"Mrs. Anderson, could I see you in my office." The reverend looked up at the thirty-five-year-old brunette.

"Of course Reverend." Melissa Anderson lightly ran her upper teeth over her lower lip, as she brushed back some of her hair behind her ear, and smiled at Reverend Jackson.

The other women all sighed enviously when they watched Mrs. Anderson and the Reverend disappear into his office.

Melissa felt a sweet tingle between her thighs when she entered the reverend's office. She looked over at the reverend who had walked over to the coat hanger and had started to unbutton his jacket. Looking over at his desk, she knew exactly what he wanted from her.

Her heart pounded with excitement as she slowly walked over to his desk. There, just in front of it, little by little she pulled up her dress until she reached her panties, which she pulled down around her ankles. Looking behind, Melissa saw that the reverend was watching her whilst unbuckling his pants. She let out a soft moan as she turned back around and leaned over his table. In her bent over position, she reached back and pulled her dress up over her hips, revealing her naked butt and dripping wet pussy.

"My my Mrs. Anderson, it should be a sin to have such an amazing behind as you." Reverend Jackson lengthy black cock jutted up and down as he walked up to Mrs. Anderson.

"Oh Reverend, you should punish me." Melissa breathed heavily with anticipation.

"I will." The Reverend grabbed his throbbing black cock and held the tip up to Mrs. Anderson's pussy lips.

Oh god yess... Melissa felt the Reverend slowly slide the tip of his bulbous cock head up and down, between her pussy lips. It was such an arousing sensation, but more than anything she wanted to feel him inside of her.

"Ahh." Reverend Jackson slowly pushed the tip inside Mrs. Anderson's inviting pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Melissa screamed out in pleasure when she felt the Reverend push his big black cock into her tight hole. Her moans echoed throughout the church as the Reverend grabbed her hips and started punishing her with his hard cock.

Outside, the women listened enviously to Melissa's moans. Several of them had walked away from the group, and stood by themselves, with their hands between their legs.

A mile and a half outside of town, Sheriff Singleton listened to one of his guilty pleasures on the radio. The country singer Shania.

"I was with my man... at the hoedown... when I saw the handsome black man... he was looking at me... just me... and I could tell he wanted, just me... so I gave my man, a sweet kiss goodnight, and told him not to wait up... but I knew that he would... stay up... and think of me... in bed with the black man..." Singleton hummed along whilst thinking of the hot singer in her cowboy hat.

As he hummed along to the song, he noticed a car parked by the side of the road in the distance. He wondered if they needed assistance or had just stopped for a break. When Singleton came closer, he slowed down and saw three girls hunkered over the hood of the car, looking at a map. One of the girls, a tall and thin brunette with glasses looked up and waved the Sheriff down.

Before he pulled over in front of their car, Singleton sound his sirens, to make sure that the other two girls saw him and didn't walk out in front of his car. As he pulled over and got out of his truck, the girl who had waved him down came over.

"Oh Sheriff, or is it Deputy?" The girl with the glasses asked as she walked up to him.

"Sheriff Singleton." Isaac looked her over. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. Quite thin. She wore a pair of jeans shorts and a snug light blue top. Isaac could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra since he could clearly see the shape of her small and firm breasts poking out through her top.

"Sheriff." The girl smiled awkwardly.

"I'm so glad you stopped, we're a bit lost." She smiled as she adjusted her glasses and looked over at the two other girls and their car.

"Well, I'm sure I can help you with directions." The Sheriff looked over at the two other girls by the car. The three of them were all quite attractive.

"Oh, where are my manners, I'm Stacy Lawson." Stacy held out her hand and smiled at the handsome black Sheriff.

"Isaac Singleton." Isaac's hand almost engulfed her smallish hand.

Oh. Stacy softly sighed and had to adjust her glasses once more when she felt his strong hand engulf her own. She was so attracted to black men who were a bit bulky. Stacy found herself holding onto his strong hand and looking up at him a bit longer than normal.

Something that hadn't gone unnoticed by the Sheriff, who glanced down at her top, where he saw her perky nipples poking out.

"Ahem." Emily Cornwell smiled and tried to get her friend's attention.

"Oh, ehm." Stacy snapped out of her moment with the Sheriff as her two friends laughed a little.

"These are my friends, Emily..." Stacy and the Sheriff walked up to the two women by the car.

"Hi, Sheriff." Even with just those words, there was no hiding Emily's British accent. Emily wasn't nearly as thin as Stacy, she had a much more average build. Any extra weight that she had on her, had gone straight to her hips and butt, which were wide and huge.

Singleton nodded to himself when he glanced down at Emily wide hips.

"And this is Genevieve." Stacy introduced her friend Genevieve Lefévre.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sheriff Singleton." Genevieve seductively looked into Singleton's brown eyes as she shook his hand. Her accent made it quite clear that she was born in France.

"Nice to meet you." Singleton couldn't help but glance over the gorgeous and blonde haired french girl.

Genevieve long smooth legs shined with sweat from the warm sun. She wore a pair a beige cacci shorts that unfortunately didn't show off as much of her butt as the Sheriff would have liked. Though he imagined it to be quite tight. Her white top, however, was quite the opposite. The three buttons that would have covered up Genevieve's breasts were unbuttoned. The bra she wore even pushed her breasts up and out, giving Singleton quite the view of her chest.

"So, what are the three of you doing out here?" Sheriff Singleton asked whilst he looked over their map.

"We're actually searching for a national treasure that was lost, some one hundred and eighty years ago," Stacy told the Sheriff who looked quite surprised.

"A national treasure?" Singleton asked with curiosity.

"A painting actually, from the end of the American civil war," Emily added.

"A painting of tremendous historic value." Genevieve chimed in.

"It shows a nude Queen Victoria of Britain, and Elisé Castile, wife of the French general who was in charge of the French troops on American soil, André Castile, embracing the great black American General Augustus King, who is also naked. In the background of the painting, General André Castile and King Henry of Britain is signing the treaty between the three countries." Stacy told the Sheriff.

"We know through historic documents that Queen Victoria and Elisé spent the night of the signing in Augustus's tent." Emily continued.

"In Elisé's own words from her diary; The great black general bedded Queen Victoria and I thoroughly till the small hours of the morning. During our time in his tent, Queen Victoria and I found ourselves many times calling out Augustus's name in pleasure. I dare not think of what the guards around the tent must have thought. Then during the night, something happened that I simply must write about. As I laid in bed, looking up at Augustus who was on top of Queen Victoria, I noticed a man peeking into the tent. At first, I thought that it was a guard who did not know his place, but then as the light from the lamp touched his face, I recognized the man. Though I had but met him on two occasions, I knew the man to be King Henry. He was watching his wife being bedded by the black general. As the man disappeared, I could not help but wonder if my own husband, André had done the same thing, sometime during the next." Genevieve read from her notebook.

"Not much is known about the painting, however, until recently that is." Stacy lit up.

"A couple of months after I started working as a curator at the Washington museum, I discovered a note behind the spine of a diary belonging to one of Augustus King's lieutenants. A man named Amos Haynes. The note had been hidden in his diary for almost two centuries. In the note, I found references to a painting that Lieutenant Haynes cousin had painted the night of the treaty." Stacy continued excitingly.

"However, the note wasn't enough for the museum to put together a full research team, they did allow me to pursue the painting with the help of representatives from the British and French museums." Stacy looked over at her friend.

"Us two." Emily and Genevieve said happily in unison.

"Through some extensive digging through old journals and diaries, we found the name of Haynes's cousin, and through even more digging through birth records, here we are." Stacy smiled.

"Wow..." The Sheriff was quite impressed by the three women.

"So, who are you looking for?" Singleton asked with even more curiosity.

"Well, Haynes's cousin was a man by the name of Charles Williams, and we think the painting might have been passed down through his lineage. And the only living relative we have found, lives right here, near Clintonville. A Mr. Curtis Roberson." Stacy looked over at the Sheriff hoping that he might recognize Mr. Roberson's name.

"Curtis huh?" The Sheriff smiled.

"You know him?" The three women almost said at the same time.

"Oh yes, I know him. He lives by himself out by Oakwood." Singleton told them as the women almost started jumping with excitement.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it." Stacy smiled.

"We might just have found the painting." Emily cheered.

"We might be the first ones who gets to see it in over a hundred and eighty years." Genevieve smiled.

"Well, I've marked his house on the map here, and I'll give you some directions. I would have taken you myself, but unfortunately, I have a call to respond to." Sheriff Singleton told them.

"Oh thank you, Sheriff." Stacy hugged the Sheriff.

"How can we ever repay you?" She looked up at him.

"Well, why don't you swing by the station if you find the painting. I would love to have a look at it." The women had peeked his interest with their story.

"It would be our pleasure," Stacy said, as Emily and Genevieve chimed in.

"Though, before I go, I must tell you. Curtis can be a bit eccentric. He has his own way of living. His own rules." Singleton told the women who looked at each other.

"Oh, should we be worried?" Emily asked him.

"Oh no, nothing like that, he's just... Curtis. You'll see when you get there." Singleton gave them directions on a piece of paper.

"Well, thank you again Sheriff." The girls waved as Isaac got into his truck.

As he turned the key in the ignition, he smiled to himself when he thought of the three girl meeting Curtis. Though he lived by himself, he had quite a number of female visitors. A lot of women loved his way of life.

To be continued...