Creda Dexter

Her address was an apartment building out in the Avenue district. You knew from the driver's license that the new you knew how to drive, but you had no idea if you owned a car, or where it might be if you did. You have a memory that in the 1920's San Francisco had an extensive street car system but you have no idea where it ran. You step onto Market street and hail a cab.

Her building looks new, expensively elegant. When you knock on her door there is a short wait before she opens the door to give you a sultry grin.

"Why Jerry, you're back. From what I'd heard I thought you were down for the count. C'mon in. Take a drink?"

"Only when I can get it."

She grins at you over her shoulder and sashays into the kitchen. Her every movement is feline, in keeping with her look. She pours gin into two glasses and squirts soda into them, handing one to you, laughter in her amber eyes.

"Hoped you'd come back Jerry. I don't like cops much. That Sargeant O'Gar, he's such a stern man. Looks like he's some kind of parish constable. I feel so much better with you." She sits on her couch and pats the seat beside her. You sit and she purrs against you, looking more catlike every moment.

You take a sip of your drink and grin at her. She smiles back with a flirting welcome in her eyes.

"I suppose you've come to question me about Ives, and the cons he ran. We ran, until I decided that I wanted out of the game. I'll cooperate Jerry, I'll give you all you need to send Ives over, but can't we relax a bit first? Get to know each other?" She strokes your arm and looks at your from under lowered eyelashes, pouting her lips at you. You grin at her again and pull her to you, pressing your mouth against hers. She squirms into a kneeling position on the couch, both of her slender hands on the side of your face, her mouth nibbling at your lips.

"Mmmmmm, I think I'm going to enjoy cooperating," she murmurs, stroking one hand down your shirt, her nails making a scraping noise against your shirt. She kisses you again, her hand fumbling with your belt, undoing your pants, reaching inside for your hardening cock.

"Oh my, what have I found? It's so big and hard. Are you going to use this to question me Jerry? Are you going to use it to get all my deepest secrets? I'm just a poor innocent, helpless girl, Jerry. I'm sure I'm no match for you."

"You're about as helpless as a rattlesnake," your reply, pulling her to you and kissing her hungrily, one hand fumbling with the buttons of her dress.

"Oh, you're so forceful Jerry. I'm quite overwhelmed," she whimpers into your mouth as her strong slender hand strokes your cock to full hardness. You pull her dress up, stroking the back of he thighs, finding the tops of her stockings, playing with her garters. She purrs and nibbles at you as you fondle her, writhing against you, her hand never leaving your cock.

"Mmmm, I can see you're going to make me cooperate," she purrs, letting go of your cock for a moment to wriggle out of her panties, tossing them to the floor. She straddles you, guiding her sodden sex on to your straining cock, her dress falling around her. "Ohhh! Oh my that's good! I knew you were a hard man, Jerry, I just didn't know how hard. Oh my!" She rocks her hips, grinding herself against you, filling herself with your throbbing meat. You fumble the buttons of her dress open, squeezing her pert breasts, sucking them into your mouth as she rides you, throwing her head back and groaning in passion.

"Oh yesssss!" she squeals, her eyes closed and face contorted, "Yesssss, Yesssss, Yessss! That's my spot, right there, right there, Yesssss! Right There!" she spasms and convulses in her orgasm, clawing at the back of your neck as she tried to drive you deeper into her.

You're close to coming, but you want to finish in total control of her. You squeeze her ass and roll her onto her back, grabbing her knees and pushing her legs over your shoulders, pounding into her. She groans and claws at you, every bit the wildcat you expected, yowling her excitement as she comes over and over, sending you over the edge, filling her with your hot come, pumping every last scalding drop into her.