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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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Eager Wild Wife
By Bob Wallace
Chapter 1
Tiffany Wells pouted like a child as she stared at her
gorgeous figure in the full-length mirror. Dark sensuous eyes
studied the lush reflection of her naked body. Her large swollen
tits jutted out proudly: two magnificent globes of creamy white
flesh, capped by reddish-pink nipples.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed dreamily. She caressed the smooth
firmness of her tits with the tips of her fingers. The nipples
seemed to swell even larger. "Ooooooo, Ryan," she purred,
thinking of her husband. "Why aren't you home to fuck me?"
Her flashing dark eyes widened as she skimmed her trembling
hands down over the lush contour of her exquisite body. Her eyes
dropped, feasted on the trimmed patch of black pussy hair that
adorned her cunt. "How long, Ryan?" she murmured, the passion in
her eyes reflecting her neglect. "Too long," she answered as she
rolled her hips lewdly. "Too fucking long."
Her hands skimmed up her body, fingers combing through her
lustrous black hair. The action lifted her pulpy tits, aimed the
nipples hotly at her quivering reflection. A shudder skittered
through her frustrated body.
"Damn you, Ryan," she moaned. She stalked to the phone, tits
bouncing, her round firm ass jiggling. Throwing herself on the
bed, she dialed Ryan's office.
"Hello," Kate said. "Ryan Wells's office." Her voice had
the soft purr of a contented kitten.
Tiffany hated her for it. She took a deep breath. Kate was
ten years younger, pretty, blonde, a regular cheerleader type. It
irked Tiffany every time she thought about the sexy blonde, and
she hated Ryan for hiring her.
"Could I speak to my husband please?" she snapped.
"Oh, hello, Mrs. Wells," Kate purred. "I'll put you right
through."
Tiffany clutched the phone. Even though she was only twenty-
eight, the way Kate said Mrs. always made her feel like a
grandmother. She buried her anger, knew why the sexy blonde made
her feel this way. It wasn't Tiffany's fault--it was Ryan's.
Because of his constant neglect, there were even times she
imagined Ryan fucking the hot little blonde. Today looked like it
was going to be one of those days.
"Hi, baby," Ryan said, his smooth voice cutting into
Tiffany's angry thoughts. "Anything the matter?"
"Nothing your cock couldn't solve," she moaned. "When are
you coming home?"
Ryan groaned. "Late, baby. Business. It's piling up.
We're going to be rich soon."
"I don't give a shit about rich, Ryan."
She spread her legs wide, took the receiver and put it
between her legs. She squished her free hand through her wet
steamy cunt.
Panting, she brought the phone back to her mouth. "Did you
hear that?"
"I did," Ryan said. "What was it?"
"It was the juices in my pussy," she sighed.
"Christ, you remember, don't you? I've got black hair all
around it. There's a red gash where you stick your cock.
Remember?"
"Balls, Tiff. Don't you think I understand? I'm sitting
here with a hard-on." He rubbed his crotch as if to confirm what
he had said. "I can't help it if I'm too tired to fuck when I get
home at night. Shit, I'm not a damn machine."
"A little less time at the office," she snapped, "and maybe
you wouldn't be so tired."
"Then you wouldn't have all those new credit cards I got
you," he said, growing impatient with his wife. "We'll have
plenty of time for fucking once the money really starts to roll
into the business. Be patient."
"Be patient ... shit on you! I've been patient and what does
it get me? Zilch. I'm lying here naked, creaming all over the
fucking bed, and you've got the balls to tell me to be patient.
Fuck you!" She was shaking, her knuckles white, her black eyes
glowing.
"Go out and use the new credit cards. Buy something for
yourself. It'll help you take your mind off your cunt." He was
disgusted. He was busting his ass to be successful, and she
didn't give a shit.
"Yeah ... maybe I can buy me a guy to fill my cunt with his
nice hard cockmeat."
"So who gives a shit!" Ryan shouted. He slammed the phone
down.
Tears filled Tiffany's eyes. "I guess nobody does," she said
to the dead phone. "So why should I?" She forced her tears back,
a raging anger taking the place of hurt.
On her back, her legs stretched out in an erotic vee, Tiffany
stared at the ceiling. Through her tears, the ceiling looked
blurred, but the image of Ryan's handsome face came through to
haunt her.
"You bastard," she mumbled as an image of Kate blended with
Ryan's. "You bitch."
She closed her eyes. Her hands roamed her frantic body.
Anger, jealousy, and lust created a volatile mixture of emotions.
Shivering, she found her tits, mangled them with her anger and
jealousy, caressed them with her lust.
"Oooo, I need a cock." She opened her mouth, formed an oval
shape with her glistening lips and let her pink tongue play around
her lips. "I need a cock so fucking bad."
She clawed her way down her writhing body to the steamy gash
of her hungry pussy.
"I need a prick. A nice fat prick right here." She plunged
three fingers into the soupy mixture of her overheated pussy. Her
back arched, and her legs stiffened. "Aghhhhh!"
One hand mauled her creamy tits. One hand clawed the flesh
of her cunt, fingers jabbing occasionally into her gaping
fuckhole. She roiled her hips panting and climbing quickly toward
the peak and an orgasm she desperately needed.
"Oooo, Ryan! Ryan!" She shouted his name over and over
again. "I want your cock." She sucked her breath in, imagining
Ryan's prick between her lips, her tongue lashing his cock for
neglecting her for so long. "Ewwwww, Ryan!"
Tiffany humped her ass up from the bed, rotated her hips.
Her eyelids blinked rapidly as she climbed closer to the explosive
climax that would keep her sated until her husband could satisfy
her. With this thought in her mind, she finger-fucked her cunt,
mauled her tits, scratched viciously at her clit.
With her white creamy flesh on fire, Tiffany soared to the
peak. She hovered for a moment, reveling in the pleasure that ran
rampant through her hot frustrated body. A tremor swept through
her cunt, a prelude to her orgasm.
"Oooo, be good," she gasped, praying the orgasm would satisfy
her. She forgot about her tits, used both hands on her ripe
sizzling pussy. "Be good to me."
She clawed her pussy, fingered her fuckhole, scratched her
nails on the hard blood-engorged clit poking from its sheath.
She trembled. Her eyes widened, the pupils dilated. "I'm
cumming! Cumming!" Her screams bounced off the walls, echoed in
her head. "I'm cumming! Creaming, Ryan! I'm creaming, Ryan!"
In a flurry of passion, hot searing orgasms ripped through
her pussy, spreading like wildfire to encompass every inch of her
inflamed flesh. "I'm creaming," she babbled through tears of hurt
and jealousy. "I'm creaming alone!"
Hot buttery pussy-cum flowed from her empty cunt. It
drenched her fingers, flowed down the crack of her jiggling ass,
formed a wet dark puddle on the sheet. Her tits flopped, the
nipples swelling, ready to burst. She twisted her head, eyes
glazed.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" She fixed her glazed eyes on the ceiling.
Racking sobs of hurt mixed with whimpering cries of passion filled
the lonely bedroom. She was swirling in a vat of hot conflicting
emotions. "Ryan, you bastard! Bastard!"
She bucked and rolled on the bed, an imaginary cock fucking
wildly into her empty cunthole. She screamed. Pussy muscles,
hungry for cockmeat, pulsed a greedy beat inside her juicy
fuckhole. Cum gushed from the cushiony walls of her cunt,
drenching her empty fuckhole.
"No! No!" she screamed through tears of frustration. She
jammed her fingers into her pussy. Another orgasm caromed through
her body. She shuddered as the spongy muscles of her cunt
attacked her fingers wildly. "A cock! A cock! Ryan ... don't
make me do this to myself!"
She shivered, arched her back. Mouth open, dribbling spit
coming out, eyelids fluttering, and her head snapping from side to
side, Tiffany rode the full fury of her angry desperately needed
orgasm. Her body tensed, shuddered. A gasping sob of shame
escaped her mouth as she collapsed back on the bed. She began to
cry, her body sweaty, convulsing. She sobbed hysterically.
Minutes later, Tiffany calmed down. She looked at her
fingers, saw the white frothy cream that had flowed from her
pussy. "You bastard, Ryan. You rotten fucking bastard."
Sweaty, she staggered to the bathroom to shower, feeling like
a fool. This time getting herself off hadn't helped. She had
been denied too long the pleasures of her husband's body. If Ryan
didn't care, she decided there was no reason for her to either.
She turned the water on, waited until the bathroom filled with
steam."
"I'll do what you said, Ryan. I'll use the credit cards and
I'll have fun doing it, too." She laughed hysterically and
climbed into the shower to wash away the sweat of her frustrating
orgasm.
Chapter 2
Kate smiled wickedly as she hung up the phone. She had heard
everything. Like a hungry cat, she licked her lips. "I'll bet
Ryan is as horny as his wife." She stifled a giggle.
Quickly, she fixed her make-up, sprayed herself again in
perfume, then opened the top three buttons of her blouse. A
generous amount of creamy tit flesh peeked out.
"Whewwww," she sighed aloud nervously. She eased back her
chair. With her heart pounding in her throat, she rapped quietly
on Ryan's office door, then stepped inside.
Ryan looked up, smiled wearily at his sexy young secretary.
For a moment, he was puzzled.
"You wanted to dictate some letters," Kate purred.
Slowly, her hips moving sensuously, she strode across the
office and sat down. She crossed her legs, letting her skirt flow
easily up her leg, baring her creamy white thighs.
Ryan couldn't help but stare. His gray eyes, filled with
anger over Tiffany's tantrum, softened as he leered at Kate's
knees and luscious thighs. His eyes drifted, widened. He saw how
open her blouse was. He saw that she knew her was staring, and he
cleared his throat.
"Sorry, Kate."
"I don't mind at all, Mr. Wells," she sighed breathlessly,
her pale-blue eyes glazed with lust. "I enjoy you looking at me.
It makes me feel like a woman."
"You're a woman all right," he said, a sheepish grin on his
face. He couldn't keep his eyes off the billowing flesh of her
tits, exposed by her partially open blouse. He gulped again,
feeling like a schoolboy.
Kate squirmed in her chair. The way he was looking at her
made her crotch all wet and her insides mushy. "I'm ready," she
purred. The invitation was in her voice.
Ryan looked into her beautiful face. Her smile told him she
wasn't talking about dictation. He realized she was making a
pass. He cleared his throat and tried to ignore her aggressive
behavior. His own passion, suppressed because of his desire to
succeed in his new business, was getting the better of him,
distorting his perspective. He skimmed through the papers on his
desk, his nostrils picking up the scent of her erotic perfume.
Kate noticed his discomfort. It added to her desire to fuck
her boss. "Is anything the matter?"
"No," he said. His eyes fell to her knees and lush thighs.
For the moment, he forgot about dictating. His cock ached. He
brought his gaze to her face, lingered briefly on the swell of her
beautiful tits.
Dazzling blue eyes melted as she stared into his handsome
face. "Are you ready to dictate?"
Ryan ignored her question. "Do you have a boyfriend, Kate?"
"I did until I came to work for you three months ago," she
said, her voice light, breathless. "I guess being in the business
world made him seem immature. He only goes to college." She
flicked her tongue over her sensuous lips, making them glisten.
A tremor shot through his groin. The way she was smiling,
the glow in her eyes and the scent of her perfume were all having
an effect on him. He pushed the horny thoughts from his mind. He
was married to a beautiful woman he loved very much. He stood,
walking around, avoiding the fabulous view of her body as she sat
in the chair.
He walked around, tried to gather his thoughts. There were
letters that needed dictating. He couldn't think. The
overpowering sexuality of the young woman was driving him crazy.
Kate felt his eyes on her. It won't be long, she thought.
She sensed him behind her. She leaned back, bumping her head into
the hard bulge of his crotch.
"Oooo," she giggled. "I didn't know you were so close."
Ryan's gut turned to cement. He stepped back. "Maybe you
should go back to your desk," he said, slumping behind his own
desk. "I can't think right now."
"I hope you're not ill," she said, knowing what was troubling
her overworked boss. Without asking for his permission, she
stood, smoothed down her skirt, then stepped behind his executive
chair. "Maybe this will help." She brought her hands to his neck
and began to massage him.
Ryan opened his mouth to protest, but the words never came
out. Her hands felt wonderful on his neck, and he slipped easily
into a euphoric state. "Mmnnnm," he sighed. "Very relaxing."
Kate's heart was racing. The inside of her pussy pulsed,
seeped, greasing her overheated fuckhole for what she hoped would
be a good fuck. "You work so hard," she mewled.
"My wife says the same thing." He closed his eyes, reveling
in the attention of his young secretary.
Kate continued in her quest to seduce Ryan Wells. She eased
her hands inside his jacket, loosened his tie. She sensed he was
about to protest. "Shhhhh."
Ryan just sighed, remaining quiet.
She placed a finger on his lips. Deftly, she undid the
buttons down his shirt and slipped her hands in, caressing his
bare skin. "Relax," she said. "Close your eyes and relax."
Ryan tried, but her hands only fanned the flames of passion
he had refused to recognize these last three months. His prick
stiffened inside his pants. His gut churned and his balls swelled
with hot bubbling cum.
Kate tightly scratched her nails over his broad chest, over
his nipples and up his neck. She caressed his face, her eyes
closed, her heart thumping, her pussy oozing a frothy cream.
"My boyfriend said I have great hands," she cooed. "I used
to massage him all the time. All over. He said it was fantastic."
An image of Kate naked, working her hands over her ex-
boyfriend's body flashed through his mind. It took all of his
willpower to keep from grabbing the eighteen-year-old blonde and
pulling her down on his lap.
"You feel so strong," Kate sighed. She came from behind his
chair. Her face was flushed, her eyes glowing with a lust he had
never seen before. Panting, her tits rising and falling with her
jagged breathing she skimmed her trembling hands over her own
supple body.
Ryan stated, unable to speak.
"Do you mind if I take off my blouse? I work better when I
don't have any clothes on." She saw on his face that his
resistance was gone.
Ryan could only nod. His gray eyes, misty with desire,
followed the quick sure moves of her fingers.
Kate slipped her blouse off, draped it over the chair. She
dropped her skirt. It lay at her feet. "I'd better lock the
door. We don't want any clients coming in while I'm relaxing you
with a nice massage." She winked, turned and, swinging her ass,
crossed the office to the door that led to her small office.
Ryan watched, captivated by her sexuality and her youthful
boldness. It was a side of the girl he had never seen before.
Always in the past, she had been quiet, almost shy. Hungrily, he
had leered at her swinging panty-clad ass, long sexy legs. When
she turned to come back, he watched her tits bouncing lightly in
the white lace bra that tried to contain them.
"Now," she sighed, "we won't be interrupted." She winked.
"We wouldn't want to give the wrong impression."
He grinned, entranced by her beauty. "You know I'm a married
man and that I love my wife."
She gave him an impish grin. "Does that mean I can't give
you a proper massage?"
Ryan just smiled. He reached for her hand. "If you think
all you're going to do is massage me, you're in for one hell of a
surprise."
She shivered as he held her hand. "I ... don't know what you
mean," she panted, feigning innocence.
Ryan dropped her hand, stood, pulled the yielding body of his
hot-blooded secretary into his arms. "I think you do."
Kate melted against him and gasped. A hot smile played at
the corners of her mouth. "My boyfriend said my mouth is even
better than my hands." She swiped her tongue over her lips, kept
them parted as she rubbed her sizzling hot body against his
powerful frame.
For one long second, Ryan considered what he was doing. It
didn't help. He had deprived himself of fucking for too long.
His secretary was too sexy, too available, and she was in his
arms. He could do nothing to stop what had started the moment she
began to massage his neck.
Her mouth was an open invitation. Her blue eyes smoldered,
tempting him, begging him to use her any way he wished. She
rolled her hips, felt his boner press into the softness of her
belly. "Ooooo, Ryan."
Ryan clamped his lips to hers, invaded her mouth, explored.
His hands skimmed over her flared hips, the cheeks of her ass.
"Unnnn," he moaned as she sucked on his tongue. He brought
his hands up, caressed her arms, shoulders. Grabbing a fistful of
blonde hair, he crushed his mouth against hers. His balls felt as
if they had been dipped into fire.
Kate gobbled greedily on his exploring tongue. The aroma of
his aftershave, the strength of his body, his passionate eagerness
all blended, driving her crazy.
Panting, she broke the kiss, eased out of his arms. "Let me
take off your clothes."
Ryan stood silent, his eyes feasting on the blonde's
lipstick-smeared mouth. He licked his lips, tasting the lipstick
that had come off on his mouth. Like her perfume, it was
intoxicating. He had been too long without sex.
Deft nimble fingers finished with the buttons of his shirt.
She slipped off his jacket, his tie, then his shirt. She
playfully scratched her nails down his chest, over his taut
stomach.
Blue eyes sparkled with desire. She placed her hand on his
cock-bulge and squeezed. "I can't wait until I see what this is."
She reeled. A hot bolt of passion shot up her arm. "I can feel
it throb right through your pants."
Ryan groaned, brought his large hands to her bra and
squeezed. Hot milky tit meat billowed up. He squeezed again.
Passion raged out of control in his balls. He latched his fingers
into her bra and yanked. The snap broke. Creamy tit flesh
bounced free. He sucked in his breath as he gazed at her
oversized nipples swollen with lust.
"Ewwww, Ryan," she sighed. "You broke my bra." She stepped
back, pulled it off, tossed it across the office. Hot blue eyes
danced as she kneaded her own sizzling tit flesh. "Do you like my
tits, Ryan?" She lifted her tits, using her hands as a shelf,
offering them to her lust-crazed boss.
He groaned, his mouth drying up. Seeing his secretary
offering him her body made him realize how much he had missed
fucking. Like an animal, he grabbed her tits, mangling them in
his hot greedy hands.
"Oooo, Ryan. You'll bruise them." She moaned, not really
caring. "Oooo, I love it." She pressed her tits into his hands,
her nipples hardening, swelling. "Nnnnnnn, Ryan ... I'm
creaming."
Ryan groaned. He released her tits. His chest heaved and
his gray eyes burned with the lust that was churning in his balls.
"Get your panties off."
"You do it," she panted. "Do it like you did my bra. Rip
them off." She challenged him with her eyes. "Rip them off me,
my handsome boss."
Growling like a bear, Ryan grabbed at her skimpy panties. He
snarled and pulled. Her panties tore away in his hands.
Blinking, in a dazed stupor, he leered at his naked secretary.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned. "You're gorgeous!"
Kate shivered in bliss. Having her panties torn from her
body made her scream. "I'm all wet inside, Ryan. I've been wet
for your cock since the day you hired me." She rocked on her
feet, her long curvy lets accented by her high-heeled shoes.
"Baby," he moaned, his eyes drinking in the exquisite beauty
of her naked body. He fixed his eyes on her pussy. Blonde silky
hair covered her cunt mound. A lump clogged his throat. "Turn
around."
Willingly, Kate obeyed. "I'm yours, Ryan, any time you want
me." She presented him with a view of her gorgeous ass. "Any way
you want me." She wiggled her hips, and the cheeks of her ass
jiggled.
Ryan sucked in his breath as she turned around to face him
again. Her words echoed in his brain. "You were saying something
before about your mouth?"
Kate giggled. "I said my ex-boyfriend thinks my mouth is
more exciting than my hands."
"So prove it."
"Mmmm, bow, you say the nicest things." She dropped to her
knees, her glassy blue eyes level with his bulging crotch.
Eagerly, she opened his zipper, fished inside his pants. Hot
greedy fingers found his cock, wrapped around the thick throbbing
cockshaft and hauled his prick out for her to feast her eyes on.
"Ooooo, Ryan. It's big. So nice and big!"
"Suck it, Kate," Ryan groaned. "Suck my cock!"
"Mmmmmm, I was just about to." She swooned. Hot throbbing
beats pulsed against her palm. "Your cock's so hard." She
squeezed, watched his pisser open. "Unnnn, and so delicious
looking."
Enraged by his pent-up passion, Ryan reached down, grabbed
her hair. Curling his fingers into her thick blonde hair, he
jerked her head, lunged his hips. His cock fucked into her open
mouth. He groaned as her teeth scraped against his cockshaft.
Kate gurgled on his prick as the bloated cockhead clogged the
entrance to her throat. Her face turned red, and her eyes
watered. Her mouth was stuffed with prickmeat, and Ryan was ready
to fuck his cock into her throat. She used her teeth, clamping
than into the hard throbbing thickness of his cockshaft.
Ryan roared like a wounded lion and released his grip.
"Christ, you almost bit my fucker off!"
Kate coughed, then giggled. "You almost choked me to death."
She was holding his cock, caressing it lovingly.
"Sorry, Kate. It's been so damn long."
"I understand," Kate purred sympathetically. "Relax. I'll
take good care of you." She smoothed her hand over his wet
throbbing boner. "Real good care of you." She worked his belt
open, pushed down his pants and shorts. "Oooo!" Her blue eyes
bulged as she stared hotly at his cock and heavy balls. "Ooo, you
make me cream."
Ryan leaned against his desk, his cock jutting out hard and
ready from his aching groin. "Chew me, Kate. Take care of your
boss." He leered down at her naked body. Her massaging hands
were making his balls sore.
"Suck me, Kate."
She looked up, blue eyes glowing like fiery sapphires. "Yes,
boss. Whatever you want, whenever you want it." She winked up at
him, then turned her attention to his long fat prick.
She opened her mouth, slipped her eager lips over his bloated
cockhead and sucked. Using her tongue, she bathed his swollen
cockhead in spit. With her hands holding the thick base of his
prick, she eased the cock-knob deeper into her mouth.
"Unnnn," Ryan groaned. He fought the urge to rape her mouth.
He balled his fists, every muscle in his body straining, taut,
ready to explode. "All of it, Kate. Suck it all!"
His sexy blonde secretary heard big passionate groans and
responded. She released his cock, used her hands on his hips.
She felt the passion surge through his body, knew it was difficult
for him not to plunder her throat. It excited her.
Ryan groaned. The heat of her mouth was inflaming his balls,
swelling his cockshaft. "All of it, Kate," he growled. "Suck
it!" It was impossible to stop what happened next. He lunged,
fucking his cock into her face.
Kate had expected it and was glad it had happened. She took
his cock easily into her throat. She had learned in high school
how to suck cock without choking. She felt his cock hair against
her lips. The pulsing throbs of his cockshaft filled her gullet
and mouth. She brought her fingers down his hard-muscled thighs,
clawing the firm flesh with her nails.
The stinging pain enraged him. He lunged into her face again
and again, mashing her lips into his groin, slapping his balls
into her chin. "Kate," he roared. "Christ!"
Kate absorbed the punishing fuck-jabs of his cock. She
gurgled on his throat-stretching prick, loving every second of his
wonderful unleashed lust.
She urged him to more demanding fuck-thrusts. Using her
tongue, she whipped it over his cockshaft. She used her teeth,
gnawing at his bloated prick as it fucked her throat. Her nails
raked his thighs, his hips.
Self-denial drove Ryan to the limit. He ravaged her throat,
his prick swelling, ready to explode. His balls churned, the cum
bubbling and ready to gush out into Kate's hot sucking mouth.
"Kate! Kate! I'm there! Aghhhh!"
Kate knew it. She took one last lingering suck then released
his prick. She fell back, panting, face bright, eyes blazing.
"Not my mouth, Ryan. I've waited too long to fuck you to let you
just cum in my mouth." She writhed on the floor, legs spread,
glistening pussy exposed. "My pussy, Ryan. I need your cock in
my pussy."
Dazed, his prick throbbing, ready to burst, Ryan stared down
at his luscious secretary. Her tits were flopping as she rolled
her hips. Her pussy was dripping, keeping the gaping red cunt
gash glistening in a pool of juice. He saw her face, the
unleashed passion. For a moment, he hesitated. Tiffany needed
him too, and she was his wife. He forgot about Tiffany as Kate
squealed her needs.
"Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me! Fuck me!" She humped her ass off
the floor, reached for him, eyes glittering, flesh flushed with
lust. "Fuck me!"
Tiffany was obliterated from his mind. He dropped to the
floor, his prick swinging like a piece of hot steel. He
positioned himself over her wriggling body, his cock aimed at her
pussy. "You ready for this?"
"Yesssss," she hissed through clenched teeth as she raked his
broad shoulders and muscular arms with her nails. "Yessss!"
Growling like an enraged bear, Ryan lunged forward, fucking
his prick into the soupy goo of his secretary's overheated pussy.
Every thick throbbing inch of his prick was inside her twisting
body.
Kate's soft yielding body cushioned the hard lunge of Ryan's
body. Her cunt, wet and gooey, clamped tightly around his
powerful cockshaft. Hot spongy cunt muscles pulsed wildly,
bathing his prick in warm sudsy pussy cream. "Ooooo, Ryan. I
love it!"
Ryan eased back, dragging his cock from her pussy. Juice
coated his prick. He stopped, only the head of his hard cock
inside Kate's pussy. He looked down into her young passion-crazed
face. Her blue eyes were glazed, dilated, but staring back.
"You're so tight, Kate. So Goddamn tight."
Kate gurgled. "I've only been used a few times." She roiled
her hips. "I'm practically a virgin."
Ryan slammed his cock back into her pussy, mashing her
wriggling ass into the carpet. "Hot too ... and wet!" He twisted
his hips, his cock acting like a corkscrew inside her thrashing
pussy.
Kate's legs shot out straight, curled, her heels digging into
the small of his back. She humped up, moaning and twisting as she
fucked her cunt on his buried prick.
"Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me!" She lunged up, smashing her body
into his.
Ryan grunted, but didn't move. He eased back, leaving his
cock half-buried in his lust-crazed secretary. "You do it, Kate.
Fuck yourself on my cock." He jerked his hips, making her howl.
"Yeahhhh," she gasped, a lewd hungry look on her flushed,
contorted face. She humped, squealed, thudded back into the
carpet. Over and over, she repeated the sensuous sequence,
treating Ryan and herself to a fantastic fuck.
Ryan didn't believe the passion in his normally quiet
secretary. He leered into her face, gaped hungrily at her tits.
His eyes drifted down, widened as he saw her lunge up and stuff
herself with his cock. "You1re a dynamite little bitch, Kate."
She raked his arms. "Yeah, boss. I know how to take care of
all your needs." She slammed up, rotated her hips. Her clit
grazed along his hairy groin, pulsing, swelling. "Oooooo, Ryan.
You ... you fuck me!" She dropped back, writhing in ecstasy as
she waited for her boss to continue what she had started.
Ryan's self-control shattered. He fucked his cock into
Kate's hot bubbling pussy. This time, he didn't stop. He fucked
her hard, smashing her ass into the floor. His balls swelled,
ready to erupt. His speed was fast, his stroking cock like a hot
throbbing piece of steel. Long strokes, deep stabbing fuck-
thrusts carried the screaming blonde into bliss.
"Faster, Ryan," she begged. "Make me cum. Make me cum!"
She met his fuck-thrusts with mindless upward jerks. She took
every inch of his cock deep, massaged his fucker with her cunt
muscles. Her tits flopped, the nipples ready to pop. She pounded
her heels into his jerking back.
"I need to cum, Ryan. Now!"
Ryan's face hardened into a mask of determined passion. His
pounding fuck-jabs became more demanding. He shortened up on his
strokes, increased his fucking speed and carried the screaming
twisting blonde into her orgasm.
"I'm cumming, Ryan. Cumming! Ahhhh!"
Kate went insane. She bucked and twisted under Ryan's
powerful body. Hot gushing cunt cum flowed from the pulsing walls
of her pussy, flowed over Ryan's plowing prick, and oozed from her
body. Fuck juice dribbled down the cheeks of her ass; over his
swinging balls. A dark puddle formed on the rug.
Ryan drilled his cock into the stormy center of her cunt. He
held back for as long as possible. The sight of his secretary
climaxing on his prick was fabulous. His balls churned and his
prick swelled inside Kate's heated pool of pussy cream. He was at
the peak with nowhere to go but over.
"I'm cumming," he roared, his hips a blur as he rammed his
jizz-squirting cock into her pussy. "I'm cumming!"
"Yes, Ryan," she shrieked as her pussy gulped hungrily on his
prick. "You're creaming me. I feel it. Ahhhhh, Ryan!"
Ryan pounded down. Kate lunged up. Hot squishing noises
blended with Ryan's deep roaring howls and Kate's high-pitched
squeals. Their climaxing bodies slapped wetly into each other.
Cum, a thick gooey mixture of both their orgasms, flowed from her
body, making the dark stain on the rug larger. Ryan grunted.
Kate gasped.
Ryan lunged forward, smashing his secretary into the carpet.
He ground his hips, his cock twisting inside her climaxing fuck-
hole. "More," he groaned, shooting hot wads of thick jizz into
her pussy. "Take it all!" Neck muscles straining, he twisted his
neck, his face contorted in lust.
"Ooooo, Ryan! Yes ... gimme ... gimme your jizz!"
Kate was out of her head. Her hips bucked, her upper body
jerked, causing her tits to flop. Her head snapped back and
forth, making her blonde hair splash over her crimson face. She
grabbed him, pulled herself up against him and creamed again. Her
head hung back, her eyes rolling.
Ryan's elbows gave out. He crushed her, mashing her tits
into his chest. His hands gouged down her twisting body, found
her hips, skimmed under, grabbed her ass. He squeezed, holding
tightly as he pounded her cunt mindlessly.
Kate writhed under his slamming body. She found his neck,
chewed, her screaming voice now muffled. Her legs released him,
stiffened. Her arms released him, dropped back with a thud. She
was finished, drained. Her body limp, she absorbed the final
thrusting stabs of Ryan's fucking cock.
Ryan growled, his pumping hips slowly stopping. "Jesus," he
mumbled, rolling off his secretary's limp sweaty body. "I almost
forgot how great fucking could be."
Kate teased him and scrambled away. She gathered up her
clothes. She was excited, out of her head. She had finally got
her boss fuck her, and she couldn't wait until she to her
girlfriend Suzy.
"I'd better get dressed, Mr. Wells," she said, reverting
quickly back a business posture. "There might be a client waiting
out there."
Ryan pulled up his pants, watched Kate dress. It had been a
memorable morning. He winced, thinking of Tiffany.
Kate was at the door. She glanced back and winked as Ryan
settled himself behind his desk. "Remember, boss. I'm always
available--and as close as the outer office." She blew him a kiss
and left, quietly closing the door behind her.
Ryan groaned. Temptation, he didn't need. He looked at the
intercom, knew that the next time he got horny he would call Kate.
Fucking his secretary, he reasoned, didn't interfere with
business. "In fact," he said aloud as a grin spread over his
face, "it takes away the tension." The intercom buzzed. "Well,
back to work."
Chapter 3
Tiffany, her purse crammed with newly acquired credit cards,
drove toward the mall. Hell-bent on satisfying the desires Ryan
no longer cared about, she tingled with excitement. The exotic
ways in which she would quench the passion in her pussy and repair
her damaged ego thrilled her. She intended to throw herself
wholeheartedly into a wild adulterous day of fucking.
She pulled into the parking lot, found a space and cut the
motor. Her entire body felt as if it were on fire. It was going
to be exciting. "Besides," she said to her reflection in the
rearview mirror as she checked her make-up, "Ryan doesn't care.
He said so."
With that in mind to salve her conscience, she slipped out of
the station wagon and walked through the parking lot to the mall.
Heels clicking on the cement, her dress licking deliciously at her
knees, cool air caressing her bare pussy, and her thick black hair
caught in a gentle breeze, she drew a few admiring glances from
both men and boys as she strode to the entrance of the mall. The
attention gave her confidence. She took a deep breath and smiled
as an older man opened the door for her.
"Thank you," she purred, brushing against him as she stepped
inside. She winked, sauntered down the main corridor of the mall,
feeling the man's eyes glued to her swinging ass.
"It's going to be a blast," she murmured, glancing back at
the old man and waving. "A real blast."
Boldly, she walked into the first store. Her dark sexy eyes
scanned the shoe store: two customers; two clerks, one female and
one male.
She sat down, crossed her legs and waited. A hot flash of
excitement skittered through her hot pussy. She glanced around.
The customers were leaving.
"Can I help you?" the salesgirl purred.
Tiffany's heart sank. She had wanted the guy. "I'd like to
see something in black, with very high heels." She winked.
"Something sexy." She covered her disappointment and waited.
There were other stores. She had all day and unlimited funds.
The girl returned with three boxes, dropped them on the floor
and eased herself down in front of Tiffany. She smiled, knowing
right away what the gorgeous raven-haired beauty was after. She
had seen a lot of those restless horny women, looking for a day of
excitement while their husbands worked. She'd also had her share
of them, enjoying each one to the fullest.
Tiffany stared down at the petite redhead opening the box of
shoes. Sexy thing, she thought, wondering how many men hit on her
during the day.
"I figured you'd be a size seven shoe," the girl said. "Am I
right?"
"Right on the button," Tiffany said. "You have a good eye."
She spotted the girl's name tag. "A very good eye, Linda."
"Thank you." Linda took Tiffany's foot, eased off her shoe.
She caressed Tiffany's ankle briefly, a subtle signal that could
be interpreted many ways.
Tiffany, her mind tuned to anything sexual, picked up the
signal as if it had been announced over a loudspeaker. A shiver
raced up her spine. Her mind reeled. She decided to see if she
was right about the pretty redhead. "You have gentle hands."
Linda looked up. Green eyes flashed her thoughts. "You have
great legs." Her heart skipped. It was going to be easy, like
picking cherries. She caressed Tiffany's calf openly. "These
shoes will show off your legs nicely."
Tiffany's cunt went into spasms. She was flirting with a
young woman, no older than Ryan's secretary. A sizzling smile
creased her face. Poetic justice. She parted her legs as Linda
slipped the shoe on her foot, giving Linda a look at her bare
pussy.
Linda glanced up as she fixed the strap around Tiffany's
ankle. Her green eyes bulged and her throat dried up. She stared
hungrily up between Tiffany's lush thighs at her hairy cunt.
Tiffany saw the expression on Linda's face. "I see you know
my secret." She parted her thighs another inch, gave the hot
excited salesgirl a better look, then closed her legs. "I always
like to be prepared."
Linda looked up into Tiffany's face. She was dazed,. She
touched Tiffany's calf, traced a pattern up under her dress.
"You're really something." Her voice was weak, quaking with
emotion.
For a moment, Tiffany ignored the horny girl. She glanced
down at, the shoe. "I like it. Can I try the other one on?"
Fumbling, wondering if Tiffany was a tease or the real thing,
Linda put the other shoe on Tiffany's slender foot. "Walk in them
... see how you like them." Her voice betrayed her hunger for the
sexy housewife.
Tiffany stood, got the feel, of the new shoes, then paraded
to the back of the store. She swung her ass provocatively for the
pleasure of the sexy salesgirl and hopefully for the salesman too.
She glanced in a mirror, liked the way the shoes looked.
Linda was gawking. Already, she could feel the soft flesh of
the horny woman and imagine the taste of her body. "You look
great,"
Tiffany strolled back. "Thank you." She saw the salesman
looking. "What do you think?" She walked by him, then toward
Linda.
"Fantastic," he said.
Tiffany smiled hotly at him, then turned her attention back
to Linda as another customer came into the store. "Do you have
any other mirrors? Those things are really only good for seeing
your feet. I'm interested in the total effect."
"I know just what you mean," Linda said. "I have a full
length mirror in the back. You mind?" Her heart was racing.
"Not at all."
Tiffany followed the petite redhead, admiring her sexy body
from the back. For a second, she hesitated, glancing back at the
salesman. What the hell. Sex is sex. She stepped into the stock
room, Linda a few feet ahead of her.
"There it is." Linda leaned against a desk, devouring
Tiffany with her eyes. "Take all the time you want."
Tiffany stood in front of the full length mirror. She felt
Linda's eyes on her. Excitement began to build in her pussy.
"I really like your choice, Linda." She stared at her
reflection. Slowly, she eased her dress up, baring a portion of
her creamy thighs. In the silence, she heard Linda suck in her
breath. She eased the dress higher, stopping when the hem of the
dress barely covered her pussy and the cheeks of her gorgeous ass.
"How do I look?"
Linda creamed. Her tits, constrained in a tight sweater,
felt as if they were going to burst. "Gorgeous," she said, her
voice wavering, her green eyes misty with passion. "Lift your
dress. You'll see how the high heels tighten the cheeks of your
ass." The words were out. She waited, for what seemed like an
eternity.
"I'm not wearing panties, remember?" Tiffany teased.
"So? We're both female. I've got the same equipment as you."
She tried smiling, but her passion turned it into a hungry leer.
Tiffany glanced in the mirror, saw the look on Linda's face
as she leaned against the desk. She eased her dress up over her
hips, exhibiting her ass, She saw Linda's face freeze--a mask of
open fuck-lust. "Well?"
Linda couldn't speak. Her mouth watered for a taste of
Tiffany's fabulous ass. The insides of her cunt contracted,
pulsing wildly, oozing warm pussy cream that saturated her
panties.
"Well?" Tiffany turned, baring her pussy. She walked toward
Linda, her dark eyes flashing. "What do you think?"
"I think," Linda finally managed to say, "that you're trying
to make me crazy." She took a deep breath. Tiffany was only
inches away. The sent of the woman's perfume filled her head,
made her dizzy.
"Isn't that what you want?" Tiffany purred.
Linda swallowed hard. "Yes." A deep ragged breath followed.
"Take off your dress."
"What about the salesman? Won't he bother us?"
"Dave? Not at all. We have an arrangement." She licked her
lips, dying to fondle and caress Tiffany's lush body. "When he's
busy, I mind the store. When I'm busy, he minds the store."
Tiffany stepped closer. The light scent of Linda's perfume
flared her nostrils. She couldn't believe what she was doing.
"What happens when you're both busy?"
"We close the store." Linda couldn't stop herself any
longer. If Tiffany was a tease, she had to know. She brought her
hands up, cupped Tiffany's tits through the silky material of her
dress. "Unnnnn."
"Oooo, I like that," Tiffany purred. "I think you'd enjoy it
more if I took off my dress."
Linda sighed in agreement. She stepped behind Tiffany,
pulled the zipper down, then eased the dress off her shoulders.
It fell into folds around the swell of Tiffany's hips.
"Oh, Christ, Linda," Tiffany gasped. She turned to face the
petite redhead. With the high-heeled shoes on, her tits were
staring Linda right in the face. "You ever fuck with Dave?"
Linda was stunned. She gazed at Tiffany's large ripe fits.
"A few times. When things got slow around here." Her voice was
light, breathless, each word escaping in a burst of air.
"Sounds like working in a shoe store can be exciting."
Linda caressed Tiffany's opulent tits. "Especially when we
get such beautiful horny customers," she sighed. She opened her
mouth, gobbled one large swollen nipple into her mouth and sucked.
"Ahhhh!" Spasms ripped through Tiffany's pussy as the hot
sexy redhead feasted on her tits. "Oooo, Linda. Linda!"
Linda dined greedily on Tiffany's ample tit meat. She soaked
each firm tit, buried her face between them, chewed her way out.
Tiffany's hot panting breath, soft whimpering cries, had her
crazy. She gasped, stepped back, admiring Tiffany's half-naked
body.
"I've never done this before," Tiffany panted. "I feel like
a virgin."
"You're going to love it," Linda said, her eyes on Tiffany's
huge spit-soaked tits. "Take off your dress."
Breathing hard and under the redhead's sexual spell, Tiffany
eased the dress over her full hips. She stepped out of it. "Do I
turn you on?"
Linda drooled. She leered at Tiffany's naked body: long
legs, accented by the new shoes; full hips; trim wispy waist; huge
melon-shaped tits; slender swanlike neck; gorgeous face. "I'm
going to suck your cunt until you scream for mercy.
"Ewwww, I'm looking forward to it," she glanced back at the
door that led to the front of the store. "What about the
customers? They might hear."
"Dave will tell them it's the radio." She giggled lewdly.
Tiffany flushed with desire. She stared at the girl.
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
Linda whisked off her sweater; displaying small plump tits.
She dropped her skirt, stepped out of it.
"Your panties too," Tiffany pouted. She leaned against the
desk, legs spread, hips rocking. "I want to see your pussy."
Linda complied. "Now I'm going to eat your cunt." She came
to Tiffany, rubbed her body softly against the taller woman. "God,
you feel good."
"So do you," Tiffany gasped. "It's so erotic." Her head was
reeling. She used the desk behind her for balance. "Suck my tits
again."
Linda worked her mouth over Tiffany's tits. She soaked them
again in spit, her hands massaging the pliant tit flesh as Tiffany
whimpered her pleasure.
Tiffany's eyelids fluttered. Her breathing was shallow.
"My pussy," she whispered huskily. "You said you were going
to eat my pussy." She craved the girl's mouth on her cunt, an
experience she wanted to enjoy. "Eat me, Linda. Let me cream your
face." Tiffany was out of her skull.
Linda heard. Tiffany's voice was bombarding her senses, and
her soft yielding tits were driving her mad. The scent of perfume
and the aroma of Tiffany's turned-on cunt made the girl cream.
Moaning, Linda relinquished Tiffany's ripe melon tits. She
melted to the floor before the tall statuesque raven-haired
housewife, ready to devour her juicy cunt. She gazed at the black-
thatched triangle of pussy hair. Lightly, she caressed Tiffany's
silky thighs.
"Oh, Christ," Tiffany sighed. she looked around, not
believing it all, She glanced down, saw her own naked body and the
naked girl on her knees worshiping her pussy. "Oooo, God!"
"You're beautiful," Linda sighed, her voice barely above a
whisper. "So beautiful." She licked over the sizzling flesh of
Tiffany's creamy thighs. "Mmmmm."
Tiffany squirmed her ass against the edge of the desk.
Linda's tongue was like a flame heating her flesh. "My pussy,
Linda. Lick my pussy.
Linda heard the magic words. She skimmed the palms of her
hands up Tiffany's thighs. She combed her fingers through
Tiffany's black pussy hair. She touched, teased, fondled the
puffy folds of the woman's cunt. Warm pussy juices coated each
exploring finger.
"Oooo, don't tease me," Tiffany begged. "Lick my pussy."
She didn't believe her own words. She was actually begging a
female in the back of a shoe store to lick her cunt. "God, what
am I doing?"
"You're begging for me to eat your cunt," Linda moaned. She
eased Tiffany back on the desk and clamped her mouth to her cunt.
One deep suck had her face. coated in creamy cunt juice.
"I'm creaming ... Linda. I'm creaming." She looked down,
dazed with passion. "Keep sucking. Ooooo!" She humped her cunt,
her large tits jiggling, her hands clutching the edge of the desk.
"Oooo! Suck! Suck!"
Linda's tongue skittered up and down Tiffany's ripe pussy
slit. She wriggled the tip, gliding it through the glistening
stream of pussy juice that flowed from Tiffany's fuck-hole. Her
tongue swirled the buttery cunt cream around and over the puffy
lips of her cunt.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The thrill of having her pussy sucked by a
woman had Tiffany climaxing. Hot fleeting orgasms rippled through
her pussy, igniting pockets of fire throughout her tingling body.
Her pussy contracted, pulsed, oozed, coated her tuck bole.
"Tongue me. Tongue-fuck me!"
Linda plunged her tongue into Tiffany's gaping hot wet pussy.
She tongue-fucked deep, lapping hungrily at the spongy walls of
her pussy.
Tiffany's cunt contracted, tried unsuccessfully to capture
Linda's elusive tongue as it invaded her fuckhole like a wild
snake. She jammed her cunt hard into the redhead's face. "Unnnn!
I'm creaming you, Linda," she gasped. "Your tongue is so
wonderful!"
Linda gurgled as her mouth flooded with gooey cunt juices.
She sucked noisily, smearing her face in the creamy ooze that
flowed from Tiffany's pussy. Her tongue worked like a frenzied
eel, darting in and out of Tiffany's pussy. She slurped on the
pussy juices, drinking them, her mouth and throat coated with the
tangy cunt cream.
Tiffany braced herself. Knuckles white, she clutched the
edge of the desk. Her head dropped back as she gazed hotly up at
the ceiling. Her body began to jerk. Legs wide apart, ass
humping, thudding into the desk, she mashed her cunt into Linda's
rapacious mouth. "Oooo, Linda. Chew my cunt! Tongue me! Suck
me!"
Linda grabbed and kneaded Tiffany's jerking hips. She sucked
the woman's pussy into her mouth, chewed the velvety lips of cunt,
then fucked her tongue into the pulsating fuckhole. She was in
heaven and knew she wasn't alone. Tiffany's screams told her she
was there too.
"Your tongue ... shove it deeper, deeper. Suck me. Suck out
my cunt!" Tiffany was delirious. Her eyes roiled, her face
flushed, and her mouth drooled. She was racing, wildly with
reckless abandon toward a mind-blowing orgasm. "Make me cream.
Oooo, make me cum, Linda."
Linda sucked deeper, drinking the pussy juice as it flowed
into her mouth. Her own pussy was on fire, a fire she would
quench later with Dave once they closed the store. Sucking
Tiffany had made her hotter than she had ever been before when
eating a customer's pussy.
Tiffany creamed again, her legs no longer of any use. She
was on the desk, writhing in bliss as Linda's mouth brought her to
the edge of insanity. Her climax was there waiting to consume
her. "Ooooo, Linda!"
Linda felt the woman creaming. Finding the hard pulsing
clit, she sucked it into her mouth, concentrating an of her
efforts on giving Tiffany the best cunt-sucking of her life. She
used her teeth, her tongue, her vacuum mouth working overtime.
"I'm cumming! Cumming, Linda. I'm creaming you!" Tiffany
was out of her head. Her voice filled the stock room, drifted out
to the store. "Aghhhh, so good. Unnnn!"
An ocean of pussy cream gushed from Tiffany's cunt. It
drenched Linda's face, flooded her mouth. She sucked harder on the
blood-engorged clit, keeping Tiffany in a stormy climaxing state
of bliss. She held Tiffany's clit with her teeth, swallowed the
pussy cum as it flowed into her mouth. What she couldn't swallow
drenched her face, dribbled down her chin and onto her small firm
tits.
Tiffany lunged forward, dropped back with a thud. Linda was
in control and she trembled in ecstasy. Linda's expert cunt-
lapping kept her in heaven. "Unnnn, I'm still cumming! Creaming!
Ahhhhhk! Suck! Bite!"
Linda attacked Tiffany's clit. It was hard, bloated,
purplish-red with blood. She used her teeth, moaning dreamily as
she gnawed hungrily on the woman's sensitive clit.
Tiffany twisted on the desk. Her ripe tits flushed pink and
bounced with each frantic jerk of her body. Her ass banged into
the desk. Her legs crumbled. She screamed as her arms gave out,
and she melted onto her back.
With her legs out straight, Linda sucking out her cunt, she
stared up at the ceiling, thrashing and writhing on the top of the
desk. "More, Linda. Tongue me! Ummmmm!" No longer needing her
arms for support, she mangled her own tits, crushing them
viciously in her hands.
Linda gobbled pussy with all the passion that possessed her.
Globs of pussy cum filled her mouth. She fucked her tongue deep,
lugging out more cum as it flowed from the cushiony walls of
Tiffany's cunt. After sucking and tonguing, she returned to
Tiffany's clit, attacking it vengefully.
"Oooo. Aghhhh! Your teeth ... my clit!" It blew Tiffany's
mind. "Don't ever stop!" She thrashed on the desk, her ass
thumping wildly into the wooden top.
Linda used her teeth and tongue like an expert. First, she
lashed her tongue over Tiffany's clit until Tiffany was wailing at
the top of her lungs. Next, she switched to her teeth, chewing
the clit maniacally until Tiffany's screams filled the stock room.
She jerked her head from side to side. Coupled with Tiffany's wild
gyrations and moaning, she almost tore the hard blood-filled clit
from her body. Tongue lashing, teeth chewing; mouth sucking,
Linda took Tiffany for a wild lust-filled ride she would never
forget.
Spit drooled from Tiffany's mouth. She had crashed over the
peak. Orgasms that had been so intense now abated. She trembled,
floating down from the dizzy heights Linda's mouth had taken her
to. Cum still flowed from her pussy. Her body still twitched,
but she knew it was all over except for the soft silky pleasure of
coming down.
"Mmmmmm," Tiffany purred as Linda's frantic mouth eased up.
"Ooooo, I've never been eaten like that."
Linda took one long deep suck, swallowed the last of
Tiffany's cum. She lifted her cum-drenched face from between
Tiffany's thighs. She licked her lips. "I've never tasted a
pussy as delicious as yours."
Tiffany sat up. "Now what can I do for you?" she asked
dreamily.
"Nothing. I like working while my body is on fire. When we
close the store, I'll fuck Dave."
Tiffany tingled with new excitement. "Speaking of Dave ..."
Chapter 4
Wearing only the high heels, Tiffany walked naked through the
rows of shelves crammed with shoe boxes. She glanced back at
Linda, who was dressing. "Do you mind watching the store while I
have some fun with Dave?"
"Not at all," Linda said. "I think it's a great idea." She
joined Tiffany midway to the door, "I'll get him for you."
Tiffany giggled. "No. Let me." She eased by Linda, her
tits jiggling. She stopped at the door that led to the front of
the shoe store.
Linda watched, enjoying the sight of Tiffany's naked body.
She licked her lips, the taste of Tiffany's cunt lingering on her
mouth. "Mmmmm."
Tiffany, her heart skipping beats, peered out, saw Dave
behind the counter waiting on a customer. She inched out into
view, checking to see if anyone else could see. She sighed,
waved, and tried to get Dave's attention.
Dave looked up after giving the customer her change. His
eyes popped. He saw Tiffany standing there, naked, wearing only a
smile. He blinked, not believing it. Then she was gone.
"He saw me," Tiffany gasped, hiding again. She giggled.
"I'm having a ball."
"I can see that," Linda said.
Tiffany peered out again. This time Dave's attention was
focused on the doorway. She waved, beckoning him to come to her.
"Whatever you say, baby," Dave mumbled as he came from behind
the counter. "Damn, what a sexy bitch!"
"He's coming," Tiffany said breathlessly.
Linda smiled lewdly. "He'll really be cumming once you get
your hands on him." She patted Tiffany's bare ass. "I better get
out there and cover for him. See ya."
Dave was at the door. He looked from Linda to Tiffany. His
throat closed. The stock room reeked of their passion.
"Hi, Dave," Tiffany purred. "I think it's time for a coffee
break."
"Have fun, Dave," Linda said. She rubbed his cock-bulge and
went to the front of the store.
Tiffany reached for his hand. "C'mon in the back, Dave."
Dave grinned, feasted his eyes on Tiffany's lush naked body.
"As soon as I close the door. You're pretty noisy."
"Mmmmm, I can't help it--when I'm having fun." She spun on
her heel and sauntered slowly down the aisle, her ass swinging.
Dave closed the door, followed, his eyes glued to the
bouncing cheeks of Tiffany's fabulous ass. His cock swelled inside
his pants, aching to be free, throbbing to be buried in Tiffany's
pussy.
She stopped at the desk where Linda had chewed her pussy and
made her cream. "Did you hear me cumming?" she purred.
"I heard," Dave said, ogling Tiffany's hairy cunt. "So did
my customer."
"Ahhhh," Tiffany sighed. It excited her. "Linda can really
suck cunt." She was hot all over again. "I never had my pussy
chewed by a female before. It was great!"
"She's great at sucking cock, too."
"I know. She told me you two fuck sometimes." She leaned
against the desk. "You two ever take turns fucking the same
customer before?"
"We've never been that lucky." He stepped close, pulled her
soft eager body into his arms.
"Today you are." She melted against him. "Are you going to
make me cream too?"
"I'm going to do with my cock what Linda did with her
tongue."
"Unnnn, I can't wait." She rubbed against him, felt his
raging hard-on against her belly. "You'll go a lot deeper, too."
She opened her mouth. "Kiss me."
Dave gobbled hungrily on Tiffany's soft mouth. He chewed her
lips, invaded her throat with his tongue. His hands roamed her
naked flesh, kneading, exploring.
"Oh, Christ," Tiffany moaned, wriggling out of his arms.
"I'm burning up again." She caressed his face. "Let me see your
cock."
Dave moaned. There was no need for a response. Tiffany was
already on her knees, avidly opening his pants and groping inside
for his prick. He groaned as her hot hand found his prick.
"Oooo," she sighed. She hauled Dave's cock out and gulped.
"God." His prick was throbbing in her hand. She swooned. The
impact of what she was doing hit her. This wasn't Ryan's cock.
She almost stopped.
"Kiss my cock, baby," Dave moaned. "Suck it like Linda
sucked you."
She looked up, saw his lewd expression. She giggled. "Why
do you think I'm on my knees?" Ryan's neglect had been too
painful. She stared at Dave's prick, knew how much she needed a
cock. If it wasn't going to be Ryan's cock, it had to be
somebody's. Linda had been fun, but a hard prick was the answer
to Tiffany's frustration.
"I'll suck your cock and get it all wet."
She opened her mouth, closed her hungry lips over his bloated
cockhead and sucked. Her tongue swirled around his sensitive
cocktip, over and into his piss slit. Her hands squeezed, shifted
up and down his throbbing prickshaft.
"Unnnn," Dave groaned. Tiffany's mouth was like a furnace.
Her hands and her sucking mouth had him crazy. He jabbed his cock
through her fist, fucked the head of his cock into her throat.
Tiffany's hand, wrapped around the base of his cock, kept
Dave from plowing her gullet. She eased back, felt his prick
throb against the roof of her mouth and on her squashed tongue.
She sucked his prick noisily, her hand shifting rapidly. She was
going crazy.
"Chew it," Dave groaned. He reached down, pulled her hand
away from his cockshaft. "All of it, baby!" He fucked hard,
driving his prick to the root. "Unnnn, you got it!
Tiffany didn't need to be told. Her mouth was crammed full
of prickmeat, and his cockknob was buried deep in her throat. She
gurgled, loving the power surging through his cock. With her lips
against his pants, she fumbled with his belt, finally getting his
pants down around his knees. She found his heavy cum-laden balls,
caressed them, and knew she would soon empty his balls of their
delicious cum-load. She caressed his ass, his thighs. It was
excitingly forbidden, and it had her head spinning.
Dave lunged hard, fucking Tiffany's face with hard dynamite
strokes. His balls slapped against her chin, his groin mashing
her clinging lips.
Tiffany sucked cock like a wild woman. Deprived for so long,
she threw herself maniacally into the blow-job. Deep sucking
sounds echoed in her ears. She used her tongue on the sensitive
underside of his prick. Her teeth scraped against his plowing
cockshaft. Her hands, eager to keep his cock buried forever in
her mouth, clung to his ass cheeks, forcing his prick in and out
of her mouth.
Dave was stunned. The ferocity of her cocksucking was
overwhelming. He found himself ready to cream. "Jesus!" he
roared. He stopped, his prick half buried in her face. Gasping,
he tried pulling his cock from her mouth. It wasn't easy. Her
teeth, her suction, her tongue and hands, all fought him.
"Damn!" he growled, popping his cock from her mouth.
"Goddamn!"
Dazed, Tiffany looked up. Her dark eyes were glazed with
fuck-lust. Her mouth was open, spittle dribbled out. She caught
her breath. "Why?"
"It's your pussy I want. Just like Linda wanted it.
Remember? Except my cock does my work."
His words seeped into her lust-sopped brain. She nodded. A
dirty smile replaced her dazed look as she stood up on wobbly
legs.
"Yes. My pussy." She rubbed his spit-soaked cock. "I guess
I got carried away." She wriggled herself up on the desk and
spread her legs.
Dave's breath caught in his chest. He stared hungrily at her
sopping pussy. "Jesus!"
"Oooo, Dave!" She spread her cuntlips, exposing the red
seeping fuckhole. "This is where Linda shoved her tongue. Now
shove your cock in me. Please!"
Dave watched her writhe on the desk. She was fantastic, a
keg of explosives. His prick jutted out, throbbed. The scent of
her pussy filled the stock room, ate at his brain. Yet, he
waited, enjoying her sexuality for a few torturous moments longer.
"Dave, you bastard," she gasped. "Fuck me. Stick in your
cock." She raked her pussy as she twisted her hips. "Make me
cream--like Linda made me cream." One hand clawed her tits, the
other hand clawed her pussy. "I need your cock, Dave. I need it
so bad."
She couldn't believe what she was saying. She was actually
begging a stranger to fuck her.
"Roll over," he growled. "I like fucking in from the back."
"Unnnnn." Tiffany nodded, her eyes bright with desire, a
sexy grin on her face. "Yeah, from the back." She rolled over,
wriggled on the desk. Legs spread, stiff for balance, her tits
crushed against the hard surface, she wiggled her ass. "Like
this?"
"Yeah, baby. You've got the right idea."
He leered at her gorgeous ass, saw the dripping juice of her
pussy. He stepped behind her, his cock in his fist. He dragged
the bulbous head of his cock through her pussy gash, coating it in
white frothy pussy cream.
"Aaaaah!" Tiffany wailed. Her body went into spasm. "Don't
tease. Fuck me!" She writhed on the desk, her tits crushed,
squeaking as they rubbed into the hard surface. "Fuck me! Fuck
me!"
Dave ignored her howling cries. He wasn't going to waste his
cum-load in three hard pumps. He eased the fat head of his cock
into the entrance of her cunt and stopped. He felt the cunt
muscles, greedy and hot, begin tugging, pulling, trying to draw
his fucker deeper.
"Fantastic," he mumbled. "Goddamn."
"Oooo, Dave. You're torturing me." She squirmed back, tried
capturing his cock, but failed. He was moving with her, taking
her to the edge of madness. She groaned, gripped the desk with
her hands. "Fuck me, Dave." She turned her head, looked at his
grinning face. "Bastard!"
Dave laughed, gripped her active hips. He held her still,
lunged, his cock piercing her spongy cunt. He stopped, his cock
buried deep in her scalding cunthole.
"Yessssss!" Tiffany screeched. Her head snapped back, and
her eyes rolled. Her pussy was at last filled with hard cock, and
she had no intention of letting that cock go until she had drained
it of all the cum she could.
"Fuck me ... slow and easy." Knowing she was going to at
last be fucked relaxed her somewhat. She settled down, ready for
the fun to begin. "Nice and slow, Dave. Make me crazy."
"It'll be my pleasure." He moved back, easing his cock from
her hungry cunt until only the cockhead was buried. "Like this?"
He fucked back in slowly, sinking his cock into her eager pussy.
He repeated it. The pressure of her cunt muscles on his cockshaft
thrilled him.
"Un! Unnnn! Dave!" She writhed on the desk. "Oooooo,
yessss!" A shuddering spasm rippled through her pussy each time
his cock touched bottom. A spasm caromed through her pussy each
time he dragged his prick from her body. She was in ecstasy and
loving every wonderful second..
Dave's face twisted in bliss. Her cunt was fabulous. He
pulled on her hips, kneading the sizzling flesh. Grasping her
gorgeous ass, he parted her ass cheeks, devoured her brown
puckered asshole with his glassy eyes. "Baby! Baby!"
"Ahhh!" Tiffany began to shake. Her nipples hurt as they
scraped into the wooden top of the desk. She clutched the edge of
the desk and twisted. The slow torturous pace of his fucking was
indeed driving her crazy, and she loved it so fucking much.
Dave watched his cock disappear inside Tiffany's quivering
pussy. He eased back, saw the creamy cunt juice cling to his
cockshaft. His breath hissed in and out as he continued to keep
her ass cheeks spread. He stared at her asshole and fucked her
cunt.
"Faster!" Tiffany wailed. "Ohhhhh, God, I can't take it any
more. Faster!" She twisted her head, her dark eyes pleading.
"Fuck me, Dave. Make it happen. I need to cum."
Dave had his own pace he wanted to keep. He pulled out, the
tip of his cock touching the entrance to her fuckhole. He
grinned, saw the panic on her face. "Maybe I won't give it to
you."
"Please!" She wriggled, her clit rubbing against the hard
edge of the desk. "Aghhh! Fuck me!"
Dave saw the unabashed lust on her beautiful face. "You got
it."
He fucked his cock deep, smashing her trembling body into the
desk. He pulled back, slammed forward, mashing her body once
again into the desk, setting the violent pattern for the next long
passion-filled minutes.
"Oh! Ohhhhh!" Her face contorted in bliss. Spit dribbled
from her mouth, wetting the desk. Her tits squeaked on the flat
wooden top, sensitive to the rough surface. "Harder! Harder!"
Dave obliged. He fucked her slowly, methodically, ramming
his cock to the balls each time. His cock thickened. Grunts came
from his open mouth. Passion churned his balls.
"Faster! Faster!" Tiffany screamed. The slow pace was
driving her inane. The hard lunging fuck- stabs were wonderful,
yet didn't give her all that she needed. She needed speed and
power, and she intended to get it. "Harder, fucker! Faster. Make
me cum, you bastard."
Dave's hips moved quickly, driving his cock into the scalding
depths of Tiffany's cunt at a faster pace. Squishing noises
drifted up from her cock-filled cunt. His fuck-strokes shortened,
but the hard thrusting power was still as devastating as ever.
"Yeahhhh!" She lifted her head, stared back at the man who
was giving her the fucking she needed, the fucking she had craved
for so long. "Make it happen, Dave. Make me cum."
She lowered her head, twisted in ecstasy on the desk as her
body, inflamed with desire climbed quickly toward an explosive
orgasm. She rocked her hips, fucked back into his plowing cock
and screamed.
Dave lunged, fucking his cock deep. Hot buttery cunt cream
greased his thick cockshaft. His balls slapped against her sticky
flesh. Her fingers kneaded the pliant meat of her bucking hips.
"Cum, bitch. Cum!" Tiffany was at the peak. She hovered
there, reveling in the joy of what was happening to her. She was
finally getting fucked. Her tits were crushed against the desk.
Her clit was being scraped on the edge of the desk each time Dave
fucked his cock into her pussy. She floated, hating for the
fucking to end. Fucking felt too good.
"Cum! Cum!" Dave roared. He pounded her mercilessly into the
desk, his cock fucking in and out of her cunt at a fantastic
speed. "Cum, you fuckin' bitch!"
The mashing of her clit and the ravaging fuck-thrusts of his
cock inside her pussy carried Tiffany into a frenzied orgasm.
"I'm cumming!" she screeched. "Cumming all over!" She went
insane. Bucking and twisting on the desk, she creamed Dave's
fucking cock in a deluge of hot bubbling pussy cum. "Faster,
Dave! I'm creaming your prick!"
Dave knew it. He fucked into her squishy cunt with ease.
Hard fucking had him ready to let loose with a load of jizz. He
held her rotating hips, his groin smacking into her ass each time
he fucked forward.
"Cum, Dave!" Tiffany was strung out, shaking uncontrollably.
Climaxes ripped through her body like hot knives, but she need the
cum that was churning in his balls to make it a perfect fuck.
"Cum, Dave. Fill my pussy!"
Dave's balls erupted. A geyser of hot thick jism shot
through his cock and sprayed the steamy depths of Tiffany's pussy.
"I'm cumming," he roared. "I'm cumming!" He slammed into
her with punching thrusts, his cock spewing out wad after wad of
the hot gooey jizz that kept churning up from his balls. "I'm
cumming!"
"At last!" she wailed. Her cunt gulped and sucked his cum
with greed. It had been a long time since her last fuck, and she
wanted every white sticky drop of his cum. "More, Dave. Drown
me!"
Dave fucked hard, mashing her supple body into the hard
unyielding wood. Her squeals of pleasure added to the fiery
passion raging throughout his taut exploding frame. "You got it!"
"Ooooo, yes!" She writhed, her clit exposed, swollen,
mangled by the hard edge of desk. She lifted her head as another
orgasm tore through her pussy like a lightning bolt. "Aghhhh!"
Her head thudded back.
Tiffany's face contorted in bliss: eyes popped; mouth gaped
open; spit drooled out; face beet-red.. She whimpered, her hips
rocking back and forth. Her legs gave out. The fury of Dave's
fucking cock had her knees banging into the side of the desk. She
blinked. Everything was a blur.
Dave's groin was tight, his balls aching, his prick fucking
into the overflowing gash of her pussy. He mauled her hips, her
ass. His face screwed up into a mask of lust. He watched through
dilated eyes as the raven-haired housewife writhed like a snake on
the desk.
"Keep cumming, baby!" he howled. "I got plenty of cum left
in me." To prove it, he jabbed at her cunt in a wild series of
flickstabs. Cum, thick and white, bathed her already overflowing
pussy.
Tiffany's body was racked with orgasms as Dave tucked her.
She pounded her fists into the top of the desk. Her hips jerked,
her ass jiggled. Her clit was raw. She stiffened, tits crushed,
nipples raw from the rough surface of the desk. A convulsing
spasm shot through her cunt and she collapsed.
Dave wasn't through. His balls churned up the last of his
jism, spurting it from his pisser. Cum gushed from her cunt,
soaked his balls and thighs. He jabbed again, her limp body
responding, twitching and jerking sporadically.
Numb, her body tingling, she gathered the last of her
strength and turned the attack. She used cunt muscles like a vise
and captured his prick. She milked his cock, thrived on his
animal groans. She clawed the desk now as she drained Dave of
every ounce of strength and squeezed his cock dry of every drop of
cum. Only then, near total exhaustion, did she gasp and relax.
Dave knew it was over. His head was still reeling. "Unnn,"
he groaned, pulling his limp cock from her hot cum-stuffed pussy.
"You're fantastic." He looked down at his prick. It was covered
with fuck cream. He grinned, knowing Linda would clean his prick
with her mouth after they closed the store for the day.
With her pussy empty, her passion sated for the moment,
Tiffany slipped to the floor. "Help me up," she panted, offering
Dave her hand.
He pulled her to her feet. "I'll see you out there in the
store, baby." He winked, fixed his pants and left Tiffany alone
in the stock room.
Slowly, every bone in her body aching, Tiffany dressed. She
rested for a moment, looked at the desk where Linda had sucked her
pussy and Dave had fucked her. She sniffed back a tear.
"Oh, Ryan. It should have been you."
She put her sad thoughts behind her. There was a whole day
ahead of her, and she intended to use it. Dave's cock had only
given her a taste of what she needed.
She stepped out of the stock room. Linda was behind the
counter. Dave was waiting on a customer. "I'll take the shoes."
She brought out a new credit card. "Charge it. I'll pick the
shoes up later." She didn't want any cumbersome packages to carry
around while she ran up the bills on her credit cards and looked
for more cockmeat to satisfy her hot pussy.
"Maybe you'll join Dave and me for a three-way party after
work?" Linda suggested.
Tiffany took her card, slipped it back into her purse. "I
just might do that." She winked and left the store, ready for
more fucking.
Chapter 5
Tiffany parked her car. She was ashamed. The day before
seemed like a nightmare. After leaving the shoe store, she had
met a man whose wife was busy buying clothes. Tiffany had left
with him, spending the rest of the afternoon in a motel room,
fucking with the horny man.
She slipped out of the car, her dress riding high up her
thighs. A man smiled. She ignored him.
Today she was giving Ryan a choice: either spend a little
more time with her, or she would split. Things had to change. She
wanted a real marriage. Her sanity depended on it. Last night,
he had not come home. Spent the night in the office working, he
had said. Things had to change. What she had done couldn't be
erased. she had to live with it, but Ryan had been at fault too.
He was never home, and when he was he totally neglected her.
Heels clicking, she walked down the crowded street and into
the Howard Building. A quick glance at the clock told her she had
time for coffee before going up to Ryan's office. Her nerves were
drawn tight, ready to snap. She headed into the coffee shop and
slipped into a small booth.
When she was on her second cup, Tiffany began to relax. She
settled easily back into the small comfortable booth, allowed
herself to pick up on the conversations going on around her.
Since she had come into the coffee shop, it had filled almost
to capacity. It was the morning break for most of the secretaries
in the building. She took a deep breath, enjoying the
trivialities of their lives, so unlike her own, which now seemed
to be on the brink of ruin. She shuddered.
"I'm telling you, Arlene," Suzy said to her friend in the
booth directly behind Tiffany. "Kate is definitely making it with
her boss."
"God," Arlene sighed. "Ryan Wells is such a hunk, too. I'd
spread my legs for him anytime."
At the mention of her husband's name, Tiffany blocked out all
other sounds in the coffee shop and tuned in on the two young
secretaries behind her. She found that her hand was shaking, and
she set the cup down, rattling it in the saucer.
"I don't know though," Arlene continued. "You sure she's not
bullshittin'?"
"I'm sure," Suzy said. "She called me yesterday right before
lunch. God, I creamed all over when she described how it
happened."
"Tell me," Arlene said, her voice husky, low, excited.
Tiffany listened too, though not with the same excitement.
When Suzy had finished explaining graphically everything Kate had
told her, Tiffany's heart was ready to break. She held back her
tears, wondering what else she would discover.
"Here's Kate now," Arlene said.
Tiffany's heart stopped. She looked up, saw the sexy blonde
girl stroll into the coffee shop and walk right by her.
"Sit her," Suzy bubbled, scooting over to make room for Kate.
"I was just telling Arlene about you and Ryan Wells."
"Oooo," Kate sighed breathlessly. "He is so wonderful!" She
dropped her voice. "A few minutes ago, we made it on his desk.
He told me he wanted me for his coffee break. God, I was lying
there, and he chewed me up until I creamed."
Both girls gasped, and Tiffany eased her shaking body out of
the booth. She had heard enough. Dropping a few singles on the
table, she left, her eyes blinded with tears of pain.
In the lobby, she sought out the ladies' room, emerging a few
minutes later, calmer and determined to end their marriage.
"I was right all along," she mumbled. "The rotten bastard
has been fucking his secretary."
She clutched her purse and read the building's directory.
She saw her husband's name, and her lip quivered. She saw another
name. Steel's Detective Agency. It was on the same floor as
Ryan's office. If she was getting divorced, she needed evidence.
She stepped out of the elevator, her heart racing, the palms
of her hands sweaty. Quickly, she passed her husband's office,
not even glancing at his name on the door. She stopped at the
next office and stepped inside. There was no one at the desk, and
she waited. She opened the top of her dress, exposing some creamy
fit flesh. She tingled with a mixture of anger, glad that she had
worn the sexy panties and bra. Ryan's loss was Mr. Steel's gain.
Bart Steel came from behind the closed door. "Can I help
you?" He was tall, with big hands and a handsome grin.
"I hope so," Tiffany said, giving him her sexiest smile.
He took her arm, led her into his office. "Tell me all about
it."
She sat on the sofa and he joined her, close enough for their
legs to touch. Tiffany smiled inwardly. This was going to be
fun. "I don't know where to begin, Mr. Steel," she said, feigning
helplessness. She allowed tears to fill her eyes.
"You can start by calling me Bart." He devoured her with his
eyes. He already knew what she wanted. It was always the same.
"Thank you, Bart," she sighed. "It's my husband, Ryan Wells.
Maybe you know him?" She batted her long lashes and pressed her
leg against his. "He has the office next to you.
"I know him," Bart said. "He took the office about three
months ago." He felt the pressure of her leg. His eyes fell to
the creamy tit flesh exposed by her partially open dress. "Is he
cheating?"
Tiffany pouted. "Yes." She moved closer, excited about her
performance. "I feel so rejected, too." In reality, it was true.
She was devastated.
His arm automatically went around her. "It happens all the
time," he said. The pressure of her body against him made the cum
in his balls churn. It was the main reason he had become a
private detective. Rejected wives looking for some fucking and
revenge before the divorce. He was there to give them both. "Do
you know who he's cheating with?"
Tiffany squirmed on the sofa. Her dress eased up, baring her
thighs. She sensed his strength, and it turned her on, "His
secretary," she whispered.
"I know her. Her name is Kate. I've seen her in the halls."
He felt the softness of her body. His groin tightened as if a
knot were being formed inside his gut.
"She's just a kid," Tiffany pouted.
"I know." He held her a little tighter. "Some men go for
the young stuff."
"What about you?" she purred, easing out of his arms. She
stood, looked down at him sitting on the sofa. "Do you like young
cunt too?" Her blue eyes glowed with passion and revenge.
"I've never turned it down," he said with a raunchy grin. He
feasted his eyes on her lush body.
"What about me?" she mewled. "Am I over the hill? All washed
up?" She jutted out her tits, the nipples hard, poking against
the silky material of her dress. "I'm only twenty-eight."
"You're perfect," he said, his voice strained. "I think your
husband's crazy."
Tiffany let a smile adorn her beautiful face. "Do you know
how long it's been since my bastard husband has fucked me?" She
ran her tongue over her parted lips.
Bart leaned back, mesmerized by Tiffany Wells--a really horny
bitch. "How long?"
"Months," she sighed. "He hasn't fucked me in months." She
rocked on her heels, feeding on the hungry look in Bart's eyes.
"He's too tired, or too busy."
Bart leered. His cock was growing, twisted inside his pants.
The ache was spreading. He didn't move.
"He's too tired," Tiffany continued, "because he's fucking
that little blonde bitch." She stared down at Bart's crotch, saw
the cock-bulge in his pants. "I'm so horny and hot. All I think
about is getting fucked ... and Ryan doesn't care."
"We'll make him pay," Bart said, his voice hoarse. "I'll get
you all the evidence you'll need." He wanted to grab her, but he
waited. He didn't want to scare her off. Clients, he needed.
Hot sexy women, he had plenty of.
"I want lots and lots of pictures," she said. "Can you get
them?" She winked. "You know the ones I mean."
"I'll get you everything you want."
She smiled lewdly. "What I want now is a cock. Can you help
me out with that, too?"
"Why don't you see for yourself?" He rubbed the huge lump in
his pants.
"Isn't there something in your code of ethics about fucking
the clients?" She giggled and dropped to her knees in front of
him.
"I don't remember anything like that," he grinned. "I think
it just said to make the client happy."
"I'm glad," she sighed. She rubbed his cock-bulge and
shivered. What was hidden from view felt like a tree. "I'd hate
to think that what you have here can't be mine, if only for a
little while."
"When you hire me," Bart groaned, "you get it all."
"Mmmm, sounds fascinating." She pulled on his zipper, the
sweet taste of revenge in her mouth. Drooling, she groped inside
his pants.
"Take your time," he said. "We've got all day."
She pulled out his cock and gasped. His fucker was colossal.
"God, Bart. I will need all day for this." She stroked the
entire length of his hulking cockshaft.
"Give it a lick," he moaned, anxious to have her hot sensuous
mouth on his throbbing boner.
Tiffany slapped out her tongue, whipping it over the head of
Bart's giant prick. "Let me get your pants off. I hate it when
clothes get in the way."
Bart groaned as Tiffany pulled at his belt. He lifted, his
cock brushing against her cheek as she slipped his pants down
below his knees.
"Now, that's better," she sighed after whisking off his pants
and shorts. She shoved them aside and crawled back between his
hairy thighs "God, Bart. You're going to be a meal and a half."
"I don't think you'll have any trouble handling it."
"Mmmmm, I know I won't," she hummed. She traced her fingers
along the cockshaft, following the lines of his veins. "It's so
big and thick!"
"Stop talking and enjoy it."
"I am enjoying it," she cooed. She cupped his oversized
balls. "God, they're so heavy."
"You'll find out why, once you stop talking and get down to
cock-sucking."
Tiffany giggled. "Do all your female clients get to know you
this personally?" She grabbed his big prick with both hands.
"Some do," he groaned. He lunged up through her hands, the
bloated head of his prick stabbing her chin. "Eat me, baby."
Tiffany's eyes glowed with lust. She bent her head, used her
teeth and champed up the length of his cock. At his cocktip, she
Stopped, then chewed her way back down the sensitive underside of
his prick. Reaching his balls, she licked them, enjoying the
texture of his thick hairy balls.
"Christ, you're a tease," he groaned.
Tiffany looked up, eyes bright, cheeks flushed. "I'll do
more than tease," she sighed. "Now be quiet and let me enjoy
myself. Remember, you're working for me." She winked and went
back to his prick.
"You're paying the bills." He groaned as her teeth nibbled
on the thick base of his prick. "Do what you want."
Tiffany, knowing her husband was in the office right next
door, became highly excited. She slurped her mouth over Bart's
huge cock, soaking his cock with her warm spit. She was acutely
aware of the fact that only a wall separated her from Ryan.
"Unnnn ... mmmm!" She ran her hot lips up and down the side
of his cock. She used her tongue and teeth, blending both as she
hummed her way up one side of Bart's massive cockshaft and down
the other.
"In your mouth," he groaned. "Stop fucking around."
Tiffany giggled and lifted her head. "Like this?"
She brought her mouth over the bulbous head of his cock,
stared at the hairy base of his cock for a brief second, then
slipped her lips wetly over his prickshaft. His cock filled her
mouth, and she clamped her lips right below the sensitive ridge of
his purplish-red prick-head.
"Yeahhhh!" Bart roared. He lunged up. The ache in his balls
was torturing him. "Suck it, baby! Suck that cock!"
Tiffany swirled her tongue around the thick head of Bart's
prick. Her hands gripped his cockshaft. Throbbing beats pulsed
against her clinging fingers. His power was breathtaking. She
eased the head of his cock along the roof of her mouth, stopping
when it reached her gullet.
"All of it, baby. Suck it all!"
Tiffany pulled her mouth off his cock. "I've never sucked a
cock this big." She was panting rapidly." Let me take my time
and get used to it."
Bart grinned. "Sure, baby. Take all the time you need."
"Ummmm, I will." She shifted her two hands up and down. His
throbbing prick sent shivers up through her arms. "God, I'm going
to suck every inch of your cock, Bart. I'll show you how stupid
my husband was to cheat on me with some little bitch."
"You talk too much," he grinned. "But who cares, right?"
She giggled, slipped her lips over his swollen cockhead and
sucked. She wormed her tongue in his piss slit, swirled it over
his entire cockhead.
Bart curled his fingers into fists. Tiffany's tongue was
driving him wild.
Tiffany eased the head of his cock into her throat. She
relaxed, breathing hard through her flared nostrils as she allowed
Bart's cock to enter the tightness of her gullet.
"Unnnn, you're getting it, baby. Keep it up. Unnnn, yeah.
Don't quit now!" He stared down, saw her face impaled on his
prick, half of his cock not yet gobbled up by her hungry lips.
"Keep going, baby. Take it all!"
Tiffany's eyes bulged. She stared into the curly hair of his
crotch. There was a long way to go. Her lips touched her fingers.
Spit dribbled from her mouth, flowed over her fingers, dripping
onto his balls. Her jaw was open as wide as possible. Her tongue
was unable to move, flattened by his cockshaft into the bottom of
her mouth. She felt his prick throb, and she became a dizzy--yet
remained confident she would take every fantastic inch of the
private detective's gargantuan prick.
Bart groaned though his tightly drawn mouth. The muscles in
his belly rippled. His balls rumbled, swelled, a vat of bubbling
jizz churning to be free. "Suck it!" he roared, his husky voice
filling the small office. "Suck my cock!"
Tiffany was ready for the rest of Bart's fat overgrown prick.
She took away her hands. Her warm spit coated the rest of his
cockshaft. Gurgling hungrily, she shoved her face forward into
his groin. Hot clinging lips glided over his prickshaft, stopped
as they met his hairy groin. She had taken every hard inch of his
giant cock. It felt as if the head of his cock were banging in
her belly.
Bart growled. "You got it, baby! Yeahhh!"
Her throat was wet, tight, clinging to his fat cockshaft like
the muscles of a virgin pussy.
Slowly, Tiffany dragged her teeth along his bloated cockshaft
until only half of his prick remained stuffed in her mouth and
throat. Gurgling on spit, she used her hands now to urge the
powerful detective to fuck her face. She scratched his heavy cum-
crammed balls. She clawed his thighs and his hips. She waited,
the throbbing in his cock growing stronger.
"Baby!" He slammed up into her face, fucking his prick to
the hilt. Grunting, he lunged up again, fucking her face in a
wild series of hard-hitting jabs. "Aghhhhh!"
Tiffany absorbed the punishing blows, enjoyed them. She was
thrilled with his power and the size of his cock. His prick
fucked into her throat repeatedly. She gurgled around his immense
fucker. Each horrendous jab smacked his hairy groin into her
sucking lips.
She sucked every chance she could as he plundered her throat.
She used her teeth, scraping them sadistically along his thin-
skinned cockshaft. His prick was stretching her throat, and she
was amazed with her own ability to take his mammoth prick.
Bart lunged up from the couch. He jabbed hard, fucked her
throat. His balls bounced. with each upward fuck-thrust. "Soon,
baby! Soon!"
Tiffany knew he was getting close. She wanted his cum,
wanted it in her mouth, wanted to taste his jizz, savor every
drop. It was a fitting revenge against Ryan and his little blonde
bitch - sucking off the detective who would give her the evidence
for a divorce.
"I'm there, baby! Jesus Christ! I'm ready!"
Tiffany knew it. His prick had swelled even larger. His
lunging fuck-thrusts had grown even more violent, more demanding.
She sucked, clawed his flesh, and gnawed at his prick. She wanted
his cum as much as he wanted to give it to her.
"I'm cumming," he bellowed. "Jesus ... I'm creaming!" Hot
thick cum spewed from his prick. A thick stream of white jizz
quickly filled her cock-stuffed mouth and squirted into her
throat. "Take it, baby! Suck me dry!"
With Bart fucking her face brutally, Tiffany sucked the cum
up from his churning balls. While Bart fucked his exploding prick
into her face, she drew in her cheeks, inducing greater suction.
Her teeth gnawed and her tongue became a whip. Her mouth became
flooded with cum. Her cheeks filled with the sticky ooze. Cum
gushed into her belly.
Bart jerked, twisted on the sofa, his body shaking, his fists
pounding the cushions. "Suck it, baby!" He lunged up, his ass
coming off the sofa. "Aghhhh! You're biting!" He twisted, a
prisoner of her mouth. She had taken complete control.
He groaned, his cock spurting out cum like a fountain. He
sprayed cum into her mouth, flooded her throat. Jism churned up
from his balls, shot from his pisser and when he lunged deep, he
squirted cum into her belly.
Tiffany began to choke on his cum. She grabbed the thick
cockshaft, jerked her fist up and down. Stringy lumps of hot own
filled her cheeks. She swallowed, but with her hand and mouth
working together, his cum-spewing prick really erupted.
She couldn't handle it all. Jizz gushed from her clinging
lips, flowed from her nose, choking and gagging her as she tried
coping with his overwhelming load of cum. It flowed over her
hand, down over his balls, soaking the sofa.
Bart found a frenzied rhythm. He lunged, gasped, then lunged
again. Everything became a blur. Her sucking mouth seemed to
reach into his balls for what last few drops of cum remained.
Tiffany sensed he was about over it. She increased her
efforts. Ferociously, she sucked on his waning cock. Hard
gnawing bites, whipping lashes with her tongue, deep sucking
gulps, finally drained his balls and his giant cock.
Bart groaned, fell back, his prick still in her mouth. "No
more, baby," he groaned. "You got it all. There's nothing left."
He stared down at her. She was still going crazy. He reached
down, grabbed a fistful of her thick black hair and yanked her
head up.
She looked up dreamily into his face. Cum dripped from her
lips. She swiped her tongue out, scooping jism off her lips. "I
guess I got carried away. It's been a long time. I was extra
hungry."
She pulled herself to her feet and headed for the door.
"Remember," she purred as she stopped. "Plenty of pictures.
Call me. You can get my home number from my husband." She
laughed, leaving the scent of her perfume behind.
"Damn," Bart groaned, staring down at his wilted cock. "I
gotta introduce her to Larry."
Tiffany stepped out into the corridor. She took two steps
towards the elevator and the door to Ryan's office opened. She
froze.
Ryan peered out into the corridor. His eyes bulged.
"Tiffany! What ... what are you doing here?"
"You'll find out soon enough, fucker!" she spat. She brushed
by him. "Don't bother coming home tonight. We're through."
"Tiff ..." It was too late. The elevator had swallowed her
up. "Goddamn," he mumbled.
He forgot about Tiffany then, his mind on a big new account
and his sexy young secretary. There would be plenty of time later
to worry about his wife. He went back into his office to work.
Chapter 6
Tiffany stormed out of the building and hurried to the
parking lot. Blinded with jealousy and anger, she climbed in her
car, turned the key. Nothing.
"Goddamn, fuckin' car!" She tried it again. Nothing.
Overwrought, she pounded the steering wheel and let loose with a
deluge of tears.
Twenty minutes later, Tiffany tapped her toe impatiently
against the asphalt. Her face broke into a smile. The tow truck
had arrived.
"Hi, lady," the driver said, swinging out of the truck.
"Trouble, huh?"
"Yes," she said, giving the handsome mechanic a sultry
glance. "It won't start." She saw his name on his shirt. "Dead
as a doornail, Jake."
"I'll have you fixed up in a flash."
"Mmmmm, I bet you could too," she said breathlessly.
Jake opened the hood of her car. As he hooked up the jumper
cables, he kept stealing looks at Tiffany.
Tiffany sensed Jake's interest. She played on it, posing
subtly, bending, exhibiting her body to the mechanic as sexily as
possible.
Jake's prick was throbbing in his jeans. He wasn't sure, but
he was ready to bet the hot sexy woman was making a pass, wanting
more than just her car jumped.
"You can try it now," he said. He ogled her as she climbed
in the car.
Tiffany saw the lust on his face. Knowing she had put it
there made her feel good, excited her. She turned the key, and the
motor roared to life.
Jake leaned on the door, his head partially in the window.
The scent of Tiffany's perfume filled his head. "I told you.
Nothing to it." His eyes drifted to her legs. Her dress was
high, revealing her creamy smooth thighs.
"Oooo, Jake," she squealed. She leaned over and brushed her
lips across his cheek. "How much do I owe you?"
A tremor shot through Jake's cock. What he would have liked
to be paid, he figured wasn't possible. He had already, labeled
the sexy bitch as a prick-teaser. "Twenty bucks, pretty lady."
"Will you take a credit card?" she purred. She knew he was
glancing at her legs and she parted them. Her dress inched
higher.
"Yeah, but you'll have to follow me back to the garage."
"Sure, Jake," she cooed. "I'll follow you anywhere." She
winked.
Jake, his prick aching in his jeans, hurried to his truck.
Tiffany watched, her excitement building. "I'll pay him with
a credit card, and tip him with my pussy." With it said aloud,
she tingled and eased her car into gear, following Jake's truck
out of the Howard Building parking lot.
Jake drove slow, glancing in the rearview mirror. Whatta
bitch," he groaned, easing through the traffic. "Whewwww, a
choice piece of ass." He pulled into his gas station, parked the
truck on the side.
Tiffany pulled in after him, parking at the gas pumps. She
climbed out, her pussy tingling. She went into the office, fished
in her purse and extracted her credit cards.
Jake came in, looked at her ass for a long minute, then
coughed, letting her know he was there.
Tiffany turned, gave him a sizzling look of promise. "I have
plenty of credit cards, Jake. Take your pick."
"I'd rather take you," he said.
"Oh, Jake. What a nice thing to say." She left her purse
and credit cards on his desk. With her ass swinging, she walked
through the door and into the garage. "How about showing me
around?"
"My pleasure," Jake said, jumping at the chance to keep
Tiffany around for a while.
"Interesting," she purred, enjoying herself. Knowing she was
turning the mechanic on made her pussy cream. "You ever bring
girls back here, Jake?" She stopped, leaned against a car. Her
cheeks were flushed, and her dark sexy eyes glistened with desire.
Jake studied Tiffany, wondering. She definitely was leading
him on. He hesitated. One wrong move and it could be his ass.
He grinned. It could be her ass.
"What are you thinking?" she sighed. "Are you thinking about
me?"
"I am," he said, feasting his eyes on her tits as they
strained erotically against her dress.
"You're thinking whether I'm just a prick-teaser, or the real
thing, right?"
Jake grinned. "Yeah."
"My name is Tiffany and I'm the real thing, Jake."
To prove what she said, she quickly removed her dress,
turning Jake's expression from a grin to shocked surprise.
"Jesus!" He gawked at her. She was exquisite in her bikini
panties and skimpy bra. Her tits seemed to be spilling out of the
sexy lace. "You're gorgeous."
"Don't just stand there, Jake. Come take off the rest of my
things."
Jake didn't need a second invitation. He spanned her big
fleshy tits and squeezed. Lace and tit flesh pressed against his
palms. "Big tits ... and soft."
"Oooo, Jake." She pressed into his kneading fingers. "Take
it off."
Jake's mind was fuzzy with passion. His face as a mask of
lust. His fingers curled into her bra. He pulled, tearing the
skimpy bra away from her tits.
"Ahhhh, Jake." Tiffany's eyes bulged. "You ripped my bra."
She was tingling, enjoying his rough demeanor. "Now rip off my
panties."
Jake snarled like an enraged animal. He latched oil-stained
fingers into her lace panties and yanked. The thin material
ripped. His cock ached as he stepped back to admire her naked
body.
Tiffany's flesh broke out in goose bumps. His hungry stare
made her legs weak. "God," she gasped, looking down at her creamy
tit flesh. "You got grease on my tits."
Jake grinned. "Looks good on you," he said. Smudge marks
marred her tits and hips. He rubbed his crotch. "Now how about
you taking out my cock?"
She came to him, rubbed her naked body into his rough
clothes. "Mmmmm. Is your cock all covered with grease too?"
"Find out," he said, pawing the cheeks of her ass, smearing
grease on her creamy ass flesh.
Moaning, Tiffany brought her hands to his crotch. She worked
his zipper open and grabbed his cock. Stepping back, she leered
at his boner. "You're big, Jake. Hard as a rock too." She was
dizzy with desire.
Her eyes darted to the front of the garage. She could see
out on the street. It was almost like doing it in public. She
turned her attention back to Jake. "I hope you know where to put
that." She giggled, strolled around naked, her tits flopping and
her ass swinging.
Jake watched, enjoying the private show. He rubbed his
aching hard-on, the memory of her hot hands etched in his brain.
"You're one sexy lady," he said.
"Thank you, Jake." She glanced at her naked body. Grease
smears were all over her body. "Even with these marks all over
me?"
"Shit. Why not? I put them there." He was getting
impatient. "C mere.
"Why don't you come and get me?" she asked defiantly.
Jake laughed. He took off after her like a flash. He
grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms. "No more games." His
cock pressed against her soft belly.
"Ewww, you're so rough!" She scratched at his shirt, tearing
the buttons, baring his hairy chest. "Unnnn, Jake." She raked his
chest.
Jake growled, dragged her over to a car. He shoved her back.
"You're a regular cat, huh?"
Tiffany spread her legs, sprawled herself out on the car.
"Yeah, a regular alley cat." She wriggled her hips, stared at his
prick. "What are you going to do about it?"
He came close, his cock aimed at her cunt. "Fuck you," he
groaned, pinning her to the car.
"Then do it," she moaned. "Stop looking and fuck me!" She
humped her ass up, grinding her belly into his cock. "Stick that
big fucker in me, Jake. I'll wash it in my cunt cream."
Jake grabbed the base of his prick and gouged it through the
wet steamy slit of her pussy. Juice, hot and sticky, coated the
head of his cock. He groaned as the heat filled his prick and
activated the hot cum bubbling in his balls.
"Unnnn., Jake. All of it, Jake. Don't tease me with just
the tip." She was having a ball playing the role of a slut.
"Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me all over the garage." She humped up,
gobbling at his prick with her pussy.
"Cock-crazy bitch!" He lunged forward, fucking his prick to
the balls.
"Aghhhh!" Tiffany screamed, her voice echoing in the garage.
"Oooo, you're deep, Jake. So fuckin' deep!"
"You're a fuckin' well, bitch!" he roared, plowing his cock
into her sopping pussy. "A bottomless well!"
Tiffany writhed on the hood of the car. She lifted her legs,
curled them around Jake's humping hips.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She rolled her hips, stretched her arms,
and clawed his chest, angering him into violent fuck-thrusts.
"Ooooo, now you're fuckin'. "Don't stop! Ummmmm, don't ever
stop!"
"I won't," Jake groaned. "At least not until cream you."
"Ooo, yeah, cream me, Jake. Squirt your cum into my pussy."
Her voice echoed. It sounded hollow, different. "Fuck me jump
me, like you jumped my car."
Jake growled, a lewd grin on his face. "Whatever you want."
He fucked into her pussy with hard-hitting jabs. His prick
swelled, stretching her tight pulsing cunt. His balls whacked
against the cheeks of her jiggling ass.
Tiffany thrashed on the car, her body sweaty with passion,
squeaking against the cool smooth metal. Her tits flopped, the
nipples swollen, sore, ready to burst. She looked into his
sneering face. "Make it happen, fucker. Cream me, like I'm
creaming your cock."
Jake plundered her pussyhole. Squishy noises greeted each
fuck-lunge.
Tiffany writhed on the car, her legs wrapped around Jake's
body. Her eyes popped. She didn't believe what was happening.
"I'm cumming! Holy Christ ... I'm creaming!"
Jake didn't believe it either. His cock was caught in the
bubbling brew of her exploding pussy. "I feel it, bitch. You're
creaming my prick. Cum. Yeah, pussy cream!"
Tiffany was creaming. Hot orgasms tore through her pussy
like bolts of lightning. She stared up into Jake's leering face,
watched it blur, then fade. "I'm cumming, Jake. Cum with me!
Please!"
As Tiffany thrashed and twisted on the hood of the car,
creaming her brains out, Jake pounded her pussy. Seeing her cream
triggered his own explosive orgasm.
"I'm cumming," he roared. "Christ!" His balls erupted. A
hot squirting load of jizz shot from his prick and flooded
Tiffany's soupy cum drenched pussy. "I'm cumming!"
Jake pounded. Tiffany thrashed. Hard lunges. Spurting cum
shot from his cock. Upward humps. Pussy muscles milked his cock,
kept it greased in pussy cum.
Her legs shot out straight. Muscles tensed. "Squirt,
fucker! Cum!" Her face screwed up into a lewd mask. Cum gushed
from her fuck hole, dribbled down her ass cheeks, soaked the hood
of the car.
Jake held her gyrating hips. His body jerked, his thick cock
fucking deep, filling her hot steamy cant hole with thick wads of
his jizz. "Bitch!" he snarled through his teeth. "Hot fuckin'
bitch!"
"Yeah!" Tiffany wailed. She pounded her fists on the hood of
the car. The sounds blending with their screams reverberated
through the garage.
Tiffany's eyes popped again. She was at the peak, her orgasm
ripping through her. In the next instant, she skittered down,
tingling as the passion of her climax fled her body. She lay
back, vulnerable to Jake's final assault.
Jake fucked into her pussy. His balls emptied quickly. One,
two, three vicious fuck-jabs, and he was drained. Blinking, he
stared down at her beautiful body, which was still impaled on his
prick. "You're ..." He gulped, not knowing what to say.
Tiffany squirmed. "I know. Everything happened so fast.
Whewwww!"
Jake pulled his cock from her fuck hole. His pants were
stained with cum. "Damn." Still in a daze, he watched Tiffany
dress.
After using her credit card, Tiffany climbed in her car,
waved good-bye, and pulled out of Jake's gas station.
Jake shook his head. The slime on his cock and the memory of
her heated pussy told him it wasn't a dream.
Chapter 7
Tiffany strode into the Howard Building. Three days had
passed. Three days of stewing in anger. Her marriage was over.
Bart had called. He had the pictures.
She fought her hurt and stepped into the elevator. A phone
call to Ryan, and he had simply said he would stay at the club or
office until she got her head together.
"Hah," she said, in the empty elevator. "I know where you
stayed." Her voice echoed in the small cubicle to haunt her.
"Blondie's place."
The elevator stopped, opened, and she stepped out into the
hall. She wanted to rush into Ryan's office, try and save her
marriage, but her pride kept her going until she reached Steel's
Detective Agency.
She went inside. There was no one at the desk in the outer
office. Probably can't afford a secretary. She grinned as the
door opened.
"Hi ... Mrs. Wells?" the man asked.
Tiffany was puzzled. "Yes? I'm supposed to meet Dart Steel.
Is he here?"
"He was called out on a case, Mrs. Wells." He gave her a
disarming smile. "I'm Larry, his brother." He took her elbow,
led her back into the private office. "He briefed me on your
case." He took a deep breath. Her perfume was sexy, her body and
face, like his brother had said, exquisite.
Tiffany gave him a sultry smile, wondering how much Bart had
told his handsome brother. She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs
and gave Larry a sexy look. "Bart said you have the pictures."
Her mouth was glistening, inviting. Her eyes sparkled. She
watched Larry as he handed a folder over to her.
"Your husband isn't the most discreet guy in town," Larry
said, sitting down beside her. He opened the folder, took out a
thick batch of photographs. "Would you like to took at them?"
His cock stiffened.
Morbid curiosity made her take the pictures. Her heart
leaped into her throat as she stared at the first one. Ryan was
naked, and his secretary was sprawled out on the floor. Slowly,
she studied each picture, pausing after a few. "How ... how did
you get these?"
"A piece of cake," Larry bragged. "While they were out to
lunch, we set up a camera." Seeing the pictures again and sitting
with the sexy woman Bart had said sucked his cock made Larry horny
as hell. He inched closer, his eyes feasting on Tiffany's lush
body.
"God, these photos--" She gulped. Seeing Ryan's cock, even
in a picture, filled her with excitement. Even the naked blonde
bitch turned her on. She looked closer at each candid photo. She
was getting hot. Excitement, jealousy, raged inside her.
She sensed that Larry was getting hot too. She looked at
him, a sizzling smile on her sexy mouth "She's not a bad-looking
piece of ass, is she?"
"She is nice," Larry said, his voice rough, coated with
passion. His eyes leered at one photo of Kate on her hands and
knees, Ryan behind her, fucking her pussy. The expression on
Kate's face was blissful.
Tiffany leaned back. She tingled all over. The photos had
made her feel even more vengeful, something she had thought wasn't
possible. She stared at Larry. "Did your brother tell you about
me?"
Larry shook his head, his eyes scanning first Tiffany, then
the photos spread out over the table. "Only that you want a
divorce."
"I can't believe that," Tiffany laughed. "Didn't he tell you
about me sucking him off?"
Larry grinned. "For two days he told me about it."
"Mmmm, I was that good, huh?" She was excited. The photos
had damaged her ego; Larry's statement had helped to repair it.
She needed more.
"He said you were the best--"
Tiffany giggled. "Don't be shy. You can say it." She
shivered, anticipating what he was going to say.
"He said you were the best cock-sucker in town."
"Mmmmm, you'll have to thank him for me." She stretched,
shifted some of the pictures, found one with Kate sucking Ryan's
cock. "She doesn't look too bad, herself!"
A twinge shot through Larry's stiff prick. "She looks like
she's really enjoying sucking his cock."
Tiffany pushed the photos away. She couldn't bear to look at
Ryan and the blonde bitch any longer. "I enjoy sucking cock too,"
she purred.
Larry pushed the table away and put his hand on her knee.
His fingers slowly massaged her knee. "I'll bet you enjoy a lot of
things," he said, his voice hoarse, his prick twisted inside his
pants.
"I do, and since my bastard husband is so wrapped up in that
little bitch, I haven't been getting all the things I like." She
parted her legs, her dress gliding up her thighs.
"Maybe there's something I can do about it." His hand
caressed her smooth leg, fingers skimming along the soft heated
flesh of her inner thighs. "Our Agency likes to do everything
they can for their clients."
"Mmmm, so Bart was telling me." She squirmed. The touch of
his hand was driving her wild. Her dark eyes took on a sexy
luster, and her cheeks flushed pink.
"If you keep moving your hand like that, I'm going to cream."
She parted her legs wider. Her nipples swelled and her breathing
became raspy, shallow. "I'm not kidding, either."
"I better check," he said, grinning boyishly. Boldly, his
hand under her dress, he explored her thighs, his face flickering
with surprise when he discovered her bare pussy. She giggled. "I
hate wearing panties."
Larry grazed his fingers over her pussy. Warm curt cream
coated his fingers. He stroked one finger through her pussy gash,
watched her face turn red with lust.
"I told you I was soaked. Gimme your finger."
Larry took his hand out from under her dress. It was wet,
sticky with pussy cream.
Tiffany, her eyes holding Larry's, reaching for his hand.
Soft whimpering purrs came from her mouth. She parted her lips,
slipped Larry's juice-stained fingers into her mouth and sucked.
She cleaned off her own pussy juices. "I sucked your brother's
cock just like that."
Larry watched her suck his fingers, the swirling action of
her tongue exquisite. "Damn, you're sexy!"
"Thank you, Larry," she cooed. "Now put your fingers back in
my pussy-and finger fuck me."
Larry obliged. He greased his fingers in the sticky goo
oozing from her cunt, then fucked his juice coated fingers into
her curt hole. Immediately, hot spongy cunt muscles clamped
tightly on his exploring fingers.
"Oooo, Larry!" She wriggled her ass on the sofa. "It feels
so good." She humped, her tits jiggling beneath her dress.
"Unnnn. Harder, Larry. I'm gonna cream."
Larry's fingers worked like hard-driving pistons. Squishy
noises, Tiffany's moans, and his own raspy breath echoed in his
skull as Tiffany creamed.
"I'm cumming," she gasped. Her body stiffened, collapsed.
"Oooooo, it felt so nice." She shivered, squeezed her thighs
together.
"Whewwww," Larry said. "You're a God-damn firecracker." He
pulled his fingers from her pussy. "A wet firecracker."
"Mmmm, Tiffany sighed. She grabbed his hand again and
cleaned his fingers with her tongue. She eased off the sofa,
stood in front of him, her eyes glowing with passion. "Your
brother never saw me naked."
"I know," Larry said. "He was disappointed about that." He
gave her a lewd smile. "Said you just sucked him off and ran."
Tiffany laughed. "Not today, though," she purred.
With his prick aching in his pants, Larry settled back, ready
to enjoy whatever the hot-blooded housewife had in mind.
Burning with jealousy and revenge, Tiffany reached back and
unzipped her dress. The dress fell from her upper body. Large
ripe creamy tits came into view.
"Jesus!" Larry muttered, his eyes popping. He gazed hotly at
Tiffany's magnificent tits. A lump clogged his throat and his
cock throbbed inside his pants. "Damn gorgeous pair of tits."
"I'm glad you like them, Larry," she sighed. She brought her
hands up, cupped them, then squeezed the soft sensitive fit flesh.
"Oooooo." Her nipples swelled, felt as if they were going to
split open. Dark glassy eyes focused on a photo of Kate. "My
tits are bigger and nicer than that little tramp's." She shook
her tits in her hands. "Right?"
Even if he had thought otherwise, Larry wouldn't have argued
with the half-naked housewife. "Bigger and better."
Tiffany moaned, shook her shoulders. "I'm better all over."
She needed to be reassured. Her shattered ego needed it badly.
"I have to see the rest of you before I can judge," Larry
said. He rubbed his crotch. His prick was swollen painfully.
"Get your dress off."
She pushed the dress down over her hips. It formed a puddle
around her ankles. She stepped out other dress and paraded around
the room, displaying her naked body to the horny private
detective.
Larry's eyes washed hotly over Tiffany's naked body. "You're
fantastic," he rasped, his voice husky, laden with fuck-lust.
"Better than that damn little blonde whore my stupid husband
is fucking?"
"Shit, baby," Larry groaned. "She's nothing compared to
you." He rubbed his prick. "Come on over and get acquainted with
my cock."
"I will," she sighed. "Don't be impatient." She turned,
leaned over the desk, presenting Larry with a fabulous view of her
ass. "Like my ass?"
"Love it," he said. "My brother would really like it. He
enjoys fucking gorgeous women's assholes."
She straightened up, came back to Larry, her hips swinging.
Her eyes fell to his cock-bulge. "It's a shame Bart isn't here."
Larry's eyes were riveted to the triangle of black pussy hair
that decorated her pussy. The memory of her heated cunt ate at
his brain. He wanted his cock to be where his fingers had been.
"Take out my cock, baby."
Eyes flashing, she dropped to her knees. "I hope you're big
like your brother." She rubbed his crotch. "Mmmmmm, it feels
it."
"It is," Larry said. "Our father's legacy. No money, but a
cock that would choke a horse."
She fiddled with his zipper. "I would have liked to have met
your father." She fumbled inside his pants, anticipating the hard
throbbing meat of Larry's cock.
"He would have enjoyed meeting you." Larry groaned as her
fingers latched around his boner. "Unnnn, take my cock out. It
hurts, all bent up in my pants."
"Oooo, I can see why," she cooed, hauling out Larry's giant
prick. "It is as big as Bart's. Goddamn, your daddy must have
been something else." She squeezed his lumbering cock in both
hands, watched his piss slit open. "Whewwwww, whatta cock!"
"Suck it, baby. Chew me up like you did my brother."
"I'll suck and chew you, but I want this cock in my pussy
when you cream." She squeezed his prick. "Now I know why you two
guys are named Steel." She giggled. "Your daddy must have been a
real skyscraper."
"Nnnnnn, Bart did say you talked a lot." He stared down at
her between his legs. "Eat me."
"I'm sure he said other things too," Tiffany giggled. "Like
I'm the best cock-sucker he's ever met. Remember?" She swiped her
wet tongue up the length of Larry's prick.
"Yeahhhhhh!" he groaned, jerking under the squeezing fingers
of her hand and the whipping lashes of her wet tongue. "So prove
he's right."
Tiffany set about proving what Bart had told Larry. She
opened her mouth, slipped the bloated head of Larry's cock between
her hungry lips and sucked.
"Yeahhhh," Larry roared. "Now you're really talking!" He
lunged, dropped back, content to let the raven-haired housewife
set the pace.
Tiffany, her hunger for cock fed by her jealousy and hurt,
gobbled voraciously on Larry's towering beam of hard throbbing
cockmeat. She sucked, her mouth crammed, the head of his prick
rubbing across the roof of her mouth on its way to her tight
throat. She used her teeth, her tongue, taking the hard delicious
cock deep.
"Unnn, baby," Larry groaned. He twisted on the sofa. Her
wet hungry lips, gnawing teeth, and licking tongue kept him
squirming and groaning in bliss. "All of it, baby. Take it all!"
Tiffany intended to. She gobbled on his cock until her moist
lips touched the cold metal of his zipper. Hard swollen cockmeat
throbbed in her gullet and mouth. Gurgling sounds of desire
filtered from her cock-stuffed mouth.
Larry lunged up, mashing her lips into his pants. His prick
thickened in her throat. Her hot wet gagging mouth drove him
crazy. "Baby! Baby."
Tiffany kept her mouth on his prick. Her teeth sank into the
stiff base of his cock shaft. It was a tight chewing grip that
had Larry howling.
"Aghhhh, baby. You're gonna bite my cock off!" He squirmed
in agonizing pleasure.
Holding his prick in her mouth, she fumbled with his belt and
pants. Dragging her teeth along his prick, she banged against the
ridge of his bloated cockhead. She stopped, spit dripping from
her mouth, keeping his cock shaft glistening in spit. One hard
deep suck that churned the cum in his balls, then she released his
cock.
"You ready to put your cock where it will do the most good?"
She staggered to her feet, her head reeling, her body on fire.
Larry skimmed his pants and shorts off, his cock towering
above his hairy groin. He kicked off his clothes and spread his
legs. "Climb aboard, baby."
"Mmmm, looks good," she sighed, rolling her hips in lewd
gestures. "I can't wait until it's right in here." She parted
her legs, using her fingers to expose the red seeping gash of her
cunt.
Larry drooled, his prick wet, aching to fuck her. "Stop the
shit. Climb on."
"Ooooo, Larry. Let me enjoy myself."
He reached for her. "Bitch," he growled, when she danced
back out of his way.
"Uh-huh. A hot sexy bitch who wants to be fucked." She came
back between his outstretched legs. "You ready?"
Larry's face grimaced in heated anger. He hooked his legs
around her legs and pulled. "Gotcha, bitch."
"Ayiieeee!" she squealed, tumbling forward. "Oooo, you
bastard."
"Get on my cock, before I rape you."
"You don't have to rape me," she moaned. "I want it too
much." She squirmed against him, melting down his body like
liquid fire. "Ummmm, your cock feels like a branding iron."
She slithered down one of his thick-muscled legs, coating it
in warm pussy cream. "Feel that, Larry. All that cream will be
on your cock soon." She was out of her mind, delirious with fuck-
lust.
She writhed on the floor, putting on a show for the private
detective that he wouldn't forget for a long time. "Mmmm, I'm
creaming, Larry, creaming for your prick."
She grabbed his leg, squirmed, straddled it, then wiggled her
way up, coating it in warm cunt cream. Hot shivers attacked her
pussy. Muscles pulsed inside her fuck hole, anxious for something
to milk.
"You're one sexy bitch," he growled, mauling her tits as she
creamed both his legs.
"I'm a hell of a lot more than a cock-sucker." She winked.
"I'll be sure and tell Bart." He twisted the flesh of her
tits in his hands. "Now get on my cock."
"You're hurting me," she whimpered, loving the rough way he
was mauling her tits. "You'll bruise them."
"I'll do more than just bruise your tits if you don't stop
fuckin' around." To prove it, he squeezed her tit hard.
"Qwwwww!" she squealed, her face turning red. "Oooo, you
fuckin' bastard." She jabbed her cunt against his knee, and
lights flashed behind her eyelids.
"My cock. Climb on, or you'll be one flat-chested bitch."
Tiffany giggled, worked her body into position. She
straddled his hips. "Don't hurt me, Larry," she moaned, enjoying
the pain in her tits. "I'll fuck you."
Larry groaned. Her pussy had pressed his cock flat to his
groin. The heat had his balls on fire. The juices of her seeping
cunt soaked one side of his cock. "Lift," he growled. "Lift!"
Tiffany, liking the rough game, shook her head. "Let go of
my tits." She humped her hips, made Larry groan. For the moment,
she was in control.
"Aghhhh, you hot fuckin' bitch." She was crushing his cock
into his groin.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed. She leaned back, presenting him with
her fleshy tit globes. "Keep pawing them."
Larry did more than that. He mangled the pliant tit meat in
his hands, watched her face contort in agony. "In your pussy,
bitch."
Tiffany was in heaven. The pain was fun. She eased back,
lifted. Her eyes glowed, wide with lust. "Your cock's against my
pussy."
Larry growled like a bear and lunged up, burying the thick
bloated head of his cock in her cunt. He grunted. The heat of her
pussy seared his sensitive cock tip, shot down through his thick
prick shaft. "Baby!"
Tiffany's eyes rolled. "Ohhh, Larry." She plunged her body
down, impaling her pussy on his overgrown prick. "Aghhhhh, it's
in. Ohhh, God is it in!"
"I know," he roared, the heat of her scalding cunt inflaming
his entire cock. Cunt muscles, spongy and greedy, attacked his
cock shaft, milked it, drenched and greased his entire fucker.
"Jesus!" His hands clamped tighter around her oversized tits.
Tiffany lifted, wiggled, slammed down. Larry's cock was
quickly gobbled up by her pussy. "Unnnn," she moaned, her head
snapping back. "I gotcha!"
Larry roared. His cock was fucked in to the balls. Hot cunt
muscles milked his cock shaft. Sticky pussy juice bathed his
prick, dribbled out over his balls. "Baby! Goddamn!" He grabbed
her hips, began the hard fuck-thrusts that would take her into an
intense orgasm.
Tiffany soared to the peak. It was unbelievable. She was
there, ready to explode. Her eyes glowed. There was nothing she
could do about it.
"I'm cumming! Holy shit! I'm cumming!" She went berserk.
She thrashed on his cock as if it were a hot poker. Humping,
twisting, her tits slapping in his face, Tiffany creamed.
Larry was holding her jerking bucking body. The hot juice in
her cunt seared his prick. The flames licked down into his balls.
Her passion enveloped him quickly, and he followed her into a
blasting climax.
"I'm cumming." His voice joined hers. Hot cum sprayed from
his pisser, drenching her fuck hole. One thick wad after another
splattered deep in Tiffany's pussy. "I'm creaming. Aghhhhh!"
The hot cum squirting from his cock catapulted her into
another mind-blowing orgasm. She fell forward, buried his face in
tit meat. She rocked, swayed, almost toppling from his prick as
her orgasms overwhelmed her.
"Ayieeeee!" she screeched.
Larry held her, keeping her impaled on his cum-spurting
prick. Keeping her in place with his powerful hands, he fucked
his exploding cock into her hot creaming body.
They fucked wildly on the sofa. Tiffany ground her cunt into
his hard groin, her clit raw. Larry humped, bombarding her soft
squishy cunt with lightning stabs of his cock. Their moans
blended, their cum mixed in her hot cock-gulping cunt.
Tiffany arched her back. Her eyes rolled into her head. The
room was spinning. Her head snapped forward. Black hair whipped
across her scarlet face. "Larry! Larry! Oooooo, I'm dying ...
ooooooo!"
Larry groaned and fucked his prick into her writhing pussy.
"Baby!" he roared. "Damn hot ... wet!" His fingers tightened on
her hips. "Aghhhhhh!"
"Larry!" She went into wild contortions, then collapsed,
covering his face with her tits.
Gasping for air, Larry finished fucking, emptying his load of
jizz into her cunt hole. He turned his head, sucking air into his
lungs.
Tiffany giggled. "I went off like a bomb."
"So did I," Larry said, holding the soft sensuous woman on
his cock. "So did I."
Chapter 8
Bart came through the door, stopped in his tracks. "Well,
I'll be a Goddamn ..." His face broke into a broad horny grin.
His eyes quickly found Tiffany's gorgeous ass. "Damn!"
Dreamy-eyed, Tiffany turned her head and smiled drunkenly at
Bart. "Hi," she giggled. "I was just getting acquainted with
your brother."
"I can see that," Bart said. He waved to his brother. "I
told you she was dynamite."
His spent cock still buried inside Tiffany's pussy, Larry
grinned. "She's better than dynamite, Bart."
Tiffany squirmed on Larry's cock. "You two guys will give me
a swelled head." She saw Bart pull out a bottle of rum from the
desk drawer. "How about a drink for me?"
"Me too," Larry said. "I worked up a real thirst fucking
this bitch."
Bart poured the drinks into three paper cups. "I'm not a
waiter. You'll have to come and get them."
"Unnnn," Tiffany moaned as she eased her pussy off Larry's
cock. She fell back on the sofa, legs spread, cum oozing from her
cunt. "I think I'm all fucked out."
Bare from the waist down, Larry pulled himself up. His cock,
limp and sticky, was still a formidable sight, lying against his
thick thigh like a giant sleeping snake. "It would take more than
one fuck to tire you out," Larry said, joining his brother at the
desk.
"C'mon," Bart said. He leered hungrily at Tiffany's naked
body. An image of her gorgeous ass was etched in his brain.
"Have a drink."
Tiffany moaned as she pulled herself to her feet. "I'm
weak." She strolled over to the desk. Being naked in the
presence of two men was a blast, an exciting change of pace.
She perched her bare ass on the corner of the desk and took
the paper cup filled with rum. "Mmmmm, it gets my blood stirring
again." She gave the two brothers a sexy smile.
Bart rubbed her thigh. "I hope you can stick around for a
while," he said, sipping the potent rum.
"I'm in no rush," she said. Larry was rubbing her other leg
and she reveled in the attention of the two detectives.
"You're getting me hot again," she sighed. She leaned back,
tits jutting out, legs spread, her ass on the desk. "God, I must
be crazy, doing this."
"Cock crazy," Larry suggested. He grabbed one tit and
squeezed.
"Ooooo," she sighed. "Gimme a sip." She opened her mouth.
Bart brought the cup to her lips. "Whatever you want, baby!"
Tiffany gulped, the fiery liquid burning a patch to her
belly. It spread, warming her insides. "Delicious."
"Did Larry show you the pictures?" Bart caressed her other
tit.
"Uh-huh," she said, licking her lips. "I'm going to nail his
ass to the cross." The booze had made her lightheaded. "Gimme
some more of that fire water." She opened her mouth, liked the
idea of being manhandled by two men as they fed her booze. "I'm
thirsty."
Bart poured more rum into her cup and brought it to her open
mouth. "Drink up, baby."
Tiffany swallowed. The booze, combined with their groping
hands, had her head reeling. "I'm on fire," she gasped.
"Christ."
"Maybe I can help," Bart said; He looked at his brother and
snickered.
Tiffany was sprawled out on top of the desk. "I hope so. I
need to be fucked again."
She didn't believe her own words. It was as if she were
caught in a storm and couldn't escape. Her unleashed passion had
her doing things she never would have done before. She couldn't
stop herself. Everything was snowballing.
She looked up at the two grinning brothers. "I need a cock
in me." She licked her lips. "How about you, Bart?" She looked
at Larry's limp prick. "Your brother's not ready yet." She
writhed lewdly, feeding on the horny stares, their exploring
hands.
Bart grabbed her hand, put it on his crotch. "Take my cock
out."
Lying on the desk, legs spread, with both men playing with
her, she pulled down Bart's zipper. Mmmm, I can't get enough of
you guys." She grabbed his prick and pulled it out.
"Whewwww. Stick that cock in me!"
"I've fucked your mouth," Bart said, "and Larry here
christened your pussy. I guess that just leaves your asshole."
"Oh, Christ, Bart. My asshole's not built for your Goddamn
cock. You'll rip me apart."
"Bullshit," Larry said. "You can take it."
Tiffany stared at Larry, who had just plopped into the chair
behind the desk. A drunken smile played at her mouth. She turned
her head to Bart on the other side of the desk. "You're too big,
honey." She squirmed her ass. "My pussy is ripe and ready." She
brought her hands down to her sopping cunt gash. "Right here,
Bart. Inside my cunt."
"Sorry, baby." He stroked his boner through his fist.
"Larry's already fucked your cunt. I like my holes tight and
dry." He looked at his brother. "Right?"
Larry was comfortable in the big chair. "I told you,
Tiffany, Bart's an asshole man."
Tiffany was in agony, passionate agony. She stared at Bart's
huge cock and swooned. She knew his big fucker would rip her ass
open, but she needed his prick too much to care how she got it.
"Okay," she gasped, giving in. "You can fuck my ass--but only if
it doesn't hurt. Okay?"
"Sure, baby," Bart assured her.
"If I tell you to stop, you'll stop?" Her big dark eyes were
glassy.
"Sure. You say the word and I'll fuck your cunt instead."
"Ooooo, God, I think I'm insane." She writhed on the desk.
"Pull me up."
Bart took her hand, tugged. "Turn around, baby." He licked
his lips. "I've been thinking about this since you sucked me
off."
A lewd smile spread over her flushed face. "Just remember
what you promised."
"I will," he said, leering at her bare ass. As she bent over
the desk, he grinned at his brother.
"Do it slow," she panted. Her legs were spread, stiff. She
gripped the edges of the desk, holding tightly, her upper body
angled over it, almost parallel to the flat surface. "Don't hurt
me."
"Not a chance," Bart said. He stared at her long parted legs
his eyes traveling up to her ass cheeks. He gulped. Her ass was
vulnerable, exquisite, ready for fucking. "You're gonna love
every minute of it."
Tiffany shuddered involuntarily, anticipating the first fuck-
lunge. "Easy, Bart."
Bart caressed her full hips in his bearlike paws. He parted
the cheeks of her ass, stared at the tiny asshole that would soon
spread to accommodate the hulking thickness of his prick. "Looks
almost virgin."
"It is, practically," Tiffany gasped. She trembled, waited.
She looked at Larry.
Bart grabbed the base of his prick and dragged his cocktip up
through the crack of Tiffany's ass. He stopped at her brown
wrinkled asshole. The head of his cock touched the tiny hole.
"Damn, is this gonna be something."
"Unnnnn," Tiffany sighed, biting her bottom lip. "Don't keep
me in suspense. Do it, Bart. Do it!"
A sadistic smile spread over Bart's face. His hooded eyes
turned to slits. His jaw tightened. "Unnnn, baby." He pushed
forward, the head of his cock spreading the tiny ring of her
asshole. Stretching her ass ring, he fucked his cockhead into her
ass hole.
The pressure on Tiffany's asshole was tremendous. She lifted
her head, her eyes bulging. "Aghhhh, Christ! No more! No more!"
Bart was deaf to her protests. He held her twitching hips,
pushed, fucking his hard cock, inch by inch, into the tight narrow
channel of her asshole.
Tiffany's eyes seemed to pop from their sockets. She twisted
her head, stared wide-eyed and frightened. "No, Bart. Stop. I
can't take it! You're ... too big! Stop!"
Bart laughed, looked at his brother. "She's tight. Christ,
is she tight!" He shoved, fucking the last few thick inches of
his cock into her asshole.
Tiffany thrashed like a stuck pig. She felt as if she were
being split apart. She looked to Larry for help. "Tell him to
take it out! Please!"
"Fuck her ass, Bart," Larry groaned, ignoring Tiffany's cries
for help. "Give it to her good!"
"Yeah," Bart said. He eased back, fucked forward. Short
easy strokes allowed Tiffany's asshole to adjust to the massive
cock buried inside her ass guts. His hands held her hips as he
fucked her. A grin spread over his face. She was relaxing. "You
got it, baby!"
Tiffany moaned. Pleasure swept through her body like
wildfire. She twisted her head, a drunken expression contorting
her face. "Ooooo, Bart. Oooooo!" She wriggled her ass, gulping
at his thick prick with her ass muscles. "Oooo, gimme! Gimme more
cock!"
Bart sneered with triumph. He gripped her hips with more
force, fucking her ass with a series of hard-hitting cock-stabs.
He reveled in her high-pitched moaning. She was enjoying ass-
fucking. It was evident now as she thrashed on the desk. A
victorious smirk crossed his face as he stared at his brother.
"Now you're getting into the swing of things," Bart grunted,
watching her rock her hips. "Nice ass, baby! Real nice!" He
slammed into her ass hole, watched her ass gobble his cock up.
Dazed, intoxicated with what was happening to her, Tiffany
fucked him back with feverish intensity. His cock was drilling
deep. His cock was hard, so hard, and it was tearing her ass
apart. "Oooo, Larry," she gasped, looking at the grinning
detective. "He's fucking so deep!"
She dropped her head, gasping for air as Bart fucked her
asshole. "It feels so good," she whimpered. "So good ... go
deeper ... deeper!" Her hips rolled. Her eyes floated in their
sockets. She fucked back at the cock she now craved with all her
might.
Bart watched her obvious enjoyment. Her ass came back
quickly, snatching the entire length of his hulking cock as he
fucked forward. "Christ, baby! You're fantastic! Damn, Larry."
He looked over at his brother. "Whatta fuckin' ass!"
"Fuck me, Bart. Nice and slow. Then ram me!" she said in a
throaty voice. She wanted to feel each hard inch of cock before
giving full vent to her passion. She wanted to wallow on his ass-
splitting cock before cumming.
"Nice and slow," she repeated hungrily. She swiveled her ass
sideways. "Ooooo ... yeah! Like that! Unnnnn!" She moaned, spit
dribbling from her mouth as Dart stuffed her asshole with his
overgrown piece of throbbing prickmeat.
Bart growled deep in his throat. His eyes were glued to her
wriggling body. He kept her ass cheeks parted, watched his cock
pierce her tiny ass hole. His eyes blazed. Her asshole,
stretched around his cock, looked fantastic. His hips began to
pick up speed.
"Yessss!" she wailed ecstatically. Her eyes dilated as Bart
plowed her asshole. "Oooo, I love it. I love it!" She was
drooling, spit oozing from the corner of her mouth.
"Unnnn, baby," he groaned. Her ass muscles were massaging
his buried cock. "Your ass was made for fuckin'. Damn!" He
rammed his prick deep, his groin whacking into the cheeks of her
ass. He jerked his hips from side to side, the full length of his
cock buried to the hilt. "Feel that, bitch? You're stuffed with
cock. Ride it!"
Gurgling, mouth drooling, ass humping, Tiffany rammed her ass
back onto his hard cock. Deep growing moans came from her throat.
She fucked herself into a state of euphoria, her ass clinging to
his prick greedily.
"Fuck me," she panted. "Fuck my ass, Bart. Rip me open."
She jerked on the desk, her arms stiff, shaking, ready to buckle.
"Fuck me!"
"I'll fuck you, baby," he groaned. "I'll fuck you till you
scream for me to stop."
Hearing his promise made her jerk wildly, moan incoherently.
She fucked herself blindly on his raging hard-on, thrashing on the
desk like an animal. She shivered, her eyes fixed on Larry as he
watched. "Ooooo, he's making me cream, Larry. Ohhhh, God. It's
... wonderful." She turned her head, her lips twisted in lust.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Bart's grin widened. "You got it, bitch." He fucked
forward, driving her into the desk. "How's that?" he grunted,
slamming her again.
"Oooh, Christ, it feels fabulous." Saliva dribbled from her
mouth. Her eyes rolled. Her hips jerked frantically. "Oooo, I
feel so full ... so goddamn full!"
Bart's prick thickened inside her asshole. He ground his
hips, mashing her body against the edge of the desk. He spread
the cheeks of her ass, watched her tiny ass hole twitch around his
embedded cock. "Unnn ... she's tight, buddy. Tight and hot."
"Fuck me, Bart!" she screamed. She bucked, twisted, her cunt
flush against the edge of the desk. Her tits dangled--swollen
melons of creamy tit flesh. She was in a frenzy. "My pussy is so
wet! I want to cream." She rocked her hips, mashing her clit into
the hard wood.
"Baby! Baby!" Bart growled. He roamed her hips and ass,
kneading, pawing, turning the creamy skin a glowing pink. He
fucked her asshole, his groin smacking into her jiggling ass.
"Un! Un! Un!" he grunted each time his hairy groin collided
with the wriggling flesh of her ass. Solid cockmeat spread her
asshole wide with each hard-hitting lunge.
"Oh, Christ, you're killing me," she gurgled dreamily. Her
mouth overflowed with drool. Her pussy overflowed with creamy
cunt juice. "I want to cum. Make me cum! Please!"
The exquisite pain from Bart's drilling cock had her
delirious. She rocked, her clit rubbing into the desk. Pussy
muscles contracted. Juice flowed out. She used her asshole
muscles to grip Bart's prick. "Oh! Ohhhhhhh! Make it happen!"
"Yeah, baby. Cream! Cream!" Bart's speed increased. He
jammed her into the desk, grinding her cut into the wood with each
jab. "Cream, bitch. Cream!"
Tiffany rocked from side to side. She snapped her head back,
her dark eyes on fire, her mouth open, and her pussy creaming.
"I'm cumming! Cumming," she screamed as each violent lunge of
Bart's cock drove her clit into the desk. She shoved back, only
to be driven into the desk again. "I'm creaming!"
Orgasms bombarded her as Bart ripped through the narrow canal
of her tight asshole. Defenseless against his attack, she
wallowed in it, seething in the depravity of being fucked in the
ass while someone watched. She felt like an animal--a bitch in
heat. Her ass muscles contracted around the bulky width of his
cock as her cunt convulsed.
Savagely, Bart fucked her ass. He watched her twisting
quivering body--full hips; slender back; gorgeous ass. Watching
her climax enraged him. He fucked his cock into her maniacally.
"Ooooo, it feels ..." The words were lost as she screamed.
Her face flushed red. Her arms gave out. She fell to the top of
the desk, tits crushed, asshole skewered with cockmeat. "Aghhhhh!
More, fucker. More!"
Wave after wave of orgasms washed over her body. She
quivered, unable to control herself. Violent eruptions exploded
deep inside her sopping cunt. Her asshole clamped tightly, milked
Bart's prick. "I'm creaming! Cum! Cum, you bastard! Cream my
asshole!"
Bart fucked away at her vulnerable ass. His cum, churning in
his huge balls, was ready to erupt, ready to blast. "I'm ready,
bitch. Ready to cream your fuckin' ass. Aghhhhh!" His body
tensed. "Here it comes!"
"Cream me, fucker! Yeahhhhhh!" She thrashed on the desk, her
clit mangled, her tits crushed.
Bart's balls blasted, and a thick jet-stream of jizz spewed
from his cock. Thick white wads of cum squirted out, shooting
deep into the tight narrow canal of Tiffany's contracting asshole.
"Here, baby. Hot cum for your ass!"
Tiffany felt the spraying wads of gooey cum fill her ass
guts. "I feel it! Unnnn, so deep! Unnnnn, a fuckin' enema!" Cum
seemed to squirt into her belly. "Oooh, God!"
Tiffany tried to stop her wild gyrations, but it was
impossible. She had lost control. Her body belonged to Bart's
ass-splitting cock and the orgasms that were devastating her.
Grunting and gasping for air, Bart fucked his cock
demonically into the writhing mass of flesh twisting on the desk.
Hard fuck-jabs took his cum-gushing cock deep. His balls swung
between his legs, slapping into her quivering flesh each time his
groin fused with her ass cheeks.
With her ass pulsing rapidly around his burrowing prick, he
lurched forward. The desk creaked. Tiffany squealed. Hot jizz
gushed from his cock. The cords in his neck tightened. His face
screwed up into a mask of lust. His hips became driving pistons.
"Ohhh, I can't stop creaming," Tiffany shrieked hysterically.
"I ... can't ... stop!" She took Bart's cum into her ass. Her
own cum flowed from her pussy. She jerked against his cock, her
knees banging into the desk, her tits flattened against the top.
She held on for dear life, knuckles white, clutching.
She raised her head, stared back at Bart fucking his prick
into her ass. She felt each stab, each squirt of jism. Her eyes
widened. Everything became a blur. An orgasm of severe intensity
rumbled through her body. She screeched, lowered her head, losing
consciousness for a moment.
With Tiffany's asshole greased with his cum, Bart was able to
fuck faster. He pounded her ass, drilled his prick to the hilt.
Her screams, twisting body, pulsing ass muscles against his cock,
carried him into another roaring climax. His head snapped back.
His back stiffened. He was creaming like never before.
He emptied the last of his jizz into her asshole, his eyes
fixed on her rotating hips. His driving hips slowed, came to a
stop. He took a deep breath, letting it out noisily.
Tiffany blinked. The room was coming into focus again. She
glanced at Larry, who had watched it all. "I thought I was going
to die."
Bart eased his cock out. It was covered in his own cum. He
dropped into a chair, exhausted. "Baby, I never thought anything
would be better than your month, but I was wrong. Your asshole
is."
Tiffany laughed. She dressed, a hot triumphant smile on her
face. "I want two sets of those photos," she said.
"Sure," Larry said. He pushed back from the desk and scooped
up the pictures off the table, then produced another packet from
the file. He slipped both packets into a manila envelope. "Here,
Tiffany. We've got the negatives, if you need them."
"I don't know how to thank you two guys."
"A check will be fine," Bart said.
"All I have are credit cards." She laughed, tossed them on
the desk. "A present from my husband. Take your pick."
After they had used one of her cards, Tiffany left. For a
brief moment, she paused at the door to her husband's office.
"I'll be back, fucker," she muttered, and strode forcefully
down the hall to the elevator. The evidence was in her purse, and
she'd had a ball, but she didn't feel at all like she had won
anything. In fact, she felt shitty, as if she had lost everything.
She held back her tears and stepped into the elevator.
Chapter 9
Steeling herself to what she had to do, Tiffany returned to
the Howard building a few hours later. The palms of her hands were
sweaty.
Although she looked terrific, she felt terrible. Her
marriage was over, and she had acted like a tramp. Ryan had his
little blonde bitch, and she had nothing. She didn't even want
the credit cards. They were no substitute for her husband's love.
She felt alone, although she was crammed in a crowded
elevator. She rode it up to the sixth floor, being squashed by
noisy animated people whose lives she sensed were a lot fuller
than her own.
She walked down the hall, stopped at the door to Ryan's
office. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and went
inside.
For a moment, she had second thoughts, but seeing Kate,
Ryan's little blonde secretary, made her more determined than ever
to go through with everything.
"Can I help you?" Kate purred, looking up.
"You already have," Tiffany snapped. With Kate staring at
her, not understanding, Tiffany reached into her purse and grabbed
a packet of the photos. "I'm Ryan's wife, and I think you might
be interested in these."
Kate gasped. "I ... I didn't recognize--" Her eyes settled
on the first photo.
"You little whore!" Tiffany spat. She slapped the startled
secretary across the face and stormed into Ryan's private office.
"Tiffany! What are you doing here?"
"I came to give you a present." She strode over to his desk,
tossed the other packet of photos on his lap. "I thought you
might like these for a souvenir." She kept her control, watched
his expression turn to shock.
Ryan picked up the pictures. His heart sank. The explicit
photo on the top told the story. Silently, he slipped them into
his desk. There was no sense lying about it. She had him cold.
"I gave the little bitch a set too." Tiffany's voice was
wavering, cracking with emotion.
Ryan looked at his wife. "I have no excuse. It just
happened." He felt his gut churn. "I love you, Tiffany ... more
than anything."
Tiffany found it difficult to speak. A tear slipped from the
corner of her eye. "If you love me, what about the pictures?"
"Four days ago," he began, "after we argued on the phone, I
was feeling shitty." He took a deep breath. "Kate came in, must
have sensed my mood. She came on like a steamroller. Because I
neglected you for so long, I in turn had neglected myself. I
didn't stand a chance."
Tiffany's breathing was shallow. "Never before then?" she
asked. It was barely a whisper.
"Never," he said. "After that ... what can I say? She was
available. I mean really available."
Tiffany didn't know what to do. Things weren't going the way
she had planned them. Ryan was supposed to have said he wanted
Kate, not her. She blinked away her tears. "You can still have
her," she sighed.
"I don't want her," Ryan said. "I want you. I love you."
He stood, walked across the room to the door.
Stunned, Tiffany watched.
Ryan opened the door. He saw Kate. The girl looked as if
she were in shock. "Give me the pictures, Kate."
Numb, Kate handed him the photos. She was trembling,
excited. Ryan would soon belong to her. It boggled her mind.
"You can go home, Kate," Ryan said, loud enough for Tiffany
to hear. "I'll mail you two weeks' pay and give you good
references." He paused, his jaw firm.
The words shattered Kate's fantasy. Dazed, she got up,
walked by him and left.
"I don't know if that helps," Ryan said, going back into his
office. He took Tiffany's hand. "Never again, Tiff. Just you
and me. Like it used to be."
Tiffany burst into tears. Her vengeful acts haunted her,
filled her with despair. "We can't," she sobbed. "I've been such
a tramp. A tramp!" She was bawling, her face buried against his
chest.
Ryan stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. A knot tightened
in his gut. Visions, terrible visions of Tiffany with other men
clouded his mind. He fought them.
"Sweetheart," he murmured. The images faded to where they
belonged--into the past. "It doesn't matter." He wrapped his
arms around her.
"If you knew what I've done," she sobbed, "you wouldn't say
that." His arms felt good. For a moment, she felt secure, but
knew she didn't belong there. Ryan had cheated, but she had done
more than have a quick affair. She had defiled her marriage.
"I drove you to it," he said. "You're only human. God, I've
been a bastard these last months." He brought his mouth to hers.
"Oh, Ryan," she sighed. She parted her lips, eagerly
accepting his warm mouth. "Mmmmmm."
Ryan's hands roamed his wife's supple body. "Oh,
sweetheart," he moaned, breaking the kiss. His cock throbbed for
his wife.
"Unnn, Ryan, my love," She pressed tightly against him, felt
his cock. "You're getting hard." It excited her. Ryan truly
wanted her.
"I'm always hard for you."
Tiffany squirmed out of his arms. She giggled, letting him
know that the past was forgiven.
Ryan grinned. He feasted his eyes on Tiffany, wondered why
he had been so crazy as to neglect her. She was gorgeous.
Tiffany smiled hotly. She looked at the photos. "How would
you like to fuck me here?"
Ryan's face spread into a grin. "You took the words right
out of my mouth."
"I hope to take your cock right out of your pants."
"Be my guest," he said. "It's been a long time since you've
sucked me."
"Too long," she purred. "Sit down at your desk. I'll take
good care of you." She winked.
Ryan dropped into his padded chair. His eyes drifted to
Tiffany's rolling hips. "I hope you're not going to keep your
clothes on."
"Not at all," Tiffany sighed. This was exciting, wonderful.
"I'm going to give you the best strip show, the best blowjob, and
the best fuck of your life."
"Then," Ryan added, "I'll take you to dinner, and later to a
motel, and we can spend the night fucking like newlyweds."
"Oooo, Ryan!"
She stood in the center of his office. Slowly, to a rhythm
that was in her head, Tiffany stripped, ending up with her clothes
piled on the floor and her naked body totally on display for her
husband's pleasure. She paraded around the room, exhibiting her
flesh blatantly, lovingly.
"Jesus, you're gorgeous!" His cock was aching. "I must have
been crazy to neglect you."
She stood in front of him, rocking her hips, her tits
swaying, the nipples swollen. "You were, Ryan."
He reached for her, grabbed her hips, and caressed the firm
sexy curves of her lush body.
"Mmmmm," she purred, enjoying her husband's touch. "Oooo,
let me get your cock."
Ryan gave his wife's ass a nice massaging squeeze.
"Ewwww," she cooed, wriggling her hips and dropping to her
knees. She rubbed his cock-bulge. "I've wanted you for so long,
Ryan."
"Now you have me." He settled back. His wife's hand was
driving him into a hot state of raging passion "Take my prick out
sweetheart, and suck it."
Tiffany pulled out his cock and gasped. All the pleasure she
had ever received from her husband's cock came rushing back,
erasing the nightmare she had been living. She fondled his cock
with love.
"Oh, Tiff. Suck it. Suck my cock like you used to."
Tiffany gobbled his prick up into her mouth. She sucked with
overwhelming joy. Her mouth soaked his cock shaft, her spit
wetting his pants. She clawed at his belt, her mouth a furnace of
sucking meat.
"Unnn, Tiff!" He jabbed up. His cock fucked into her
throat. "Unnnnn! Bite! Bite!"
Tiffany bit hard, making Ryan jerk and twist in the chair.
She sucked hard and chewed hard, devastating his prick with her
mouth.
Gurgling, she popped her mouth off his prick. "You're
delicious." She licked her lips. "Just like old times."
Ryan stood, tore at his clothes.
Tiffany rolled back on the floor, looked up at Ryan as he
ripped off his clothes. Her body was on fire. Her cunt needed
his prick, needed it more than anything else in the world.
"Hurry, my darling," she gasped. "Hurry!"
Ryan was naked. He stared down at Tiffany writhing on the
carpet. His prick jutted out stiffly, the glistening cock head
bloated, sensitive.
"Get down here and fuck me," Tiffany cried. She spread her
legs wide, raised her arms. "Fuck me, Ryan. Cream me. Cream my
cunt."
Tiffany's hot voice bombarded his senses. He dropped to the
floor, his prick ready. He leaned over her writhing body, his
prick pointing, aimed at the fiery gash of her scalding cunt.
"Tiff, I love you."
"I love you!" She lunged up, her cunt gobbling up the head
of his cock. "Fuck me!"
Ryan plowed his hips forwards, fucking his prick to the
balls. The strength of his lunging fuck-thrust drove Tiffany's
writhing body into the carpet. "You got it, sweetheart. Every
fuckin' inch!"
"Yessss," she hissed. "Ooooo! Pump! Pump!" She wiggled her
hips, her cunt stretching, pulsing, accommodating her husband's
prick. Tight spongy cunt muscles closed around his jabbing cock
shaft like a wet velvet clamp.
Ryan pounded her. All the passion he had not given her over
the months was unleashed. Hard fuck-stabs mashed Tiffany's body
into the carpet. He fucked her with long violent strokes, his
balls slapping at the cheeks of her ass.
"Yes! Un! Ooooo!" She was delirious. Ryan was fucking her.
It was truly heaven. She lunged up, matched him stroke for
stroke. "Faster, my darling. Faster!"
Ryan picked up speed. His fuck-thrusts became shorter. His
arms stiff, he stared down into her beautiful face while he fucked
her. He watched her tits flop and jiggle with each lunge of his
hips.
"Unnnnn," she gasped. She raked his arms, his chest. Dark
glassy eyes stared up into his face. She caressed his chin, his
tightly drawn lips. "Ooooo, I love you, Ryan. Make me cream.
Fuck me. Fuck me to death!"
Ryan fucked harder. His prick swelled. He saw on her face
that it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. It drove him on,
his prick triggered for an explosion of cum.
Tiffany was swirling at the peak. Ryan's cock, the only cock
that mattered, was fucking deep inside her pussy. She gurgled
dreamily.
"Unnnn," she gasped, her eyes widening. Pussy muscles
grabbed at his fucking cock, but his power kept him fucking
through the spongy softness. "Oh, Ryan. Darling ... darling.
Your cock feels so good." A storm was brewing in her pussy, a
storm of passion that would soon be unleashed.
Their groins whacked wetly. Their bodies clashing, fusing,
parting, moved at a blurring speed. Their hips twisted, jerked,
constantly in motion.
Tiffany wriggled in spasm. "Oooo, Ryan. I'm going to cream
all over you!" Her legs seemed to dissolve, melt around his
hammering hips. Her tits jiggled. The rest of her body quivered
helplessly.
Ryan quickened the fucking tempo. "We'll cum together. You
and me, sweetheart!" Every muscle, every tendon in his taut body
tensed for the crucial moment.
"We'll cream each other!" he roared. He fucked her with long
sensuous strokes. Each hard jabbing fuck-thrust was backed by the
power of his six-foot frame.
"Ohhh, yes! Yes!" Recklessly, she impaled herself on her
husband's plunging cock. She arched her body, allowing him to
fuck deep. She used her cunt muscles, clutching at his spearing
prickhead and thick throbbing cock shaft.
Lunging, Ryan fucked Tiffany with all his might. His pace
was fast, his strokes now shorter, packing more punch. He saw her
face through his gray lust-crazed eyes. She was gorgeous, a
package of TNT he would never neglect again.
Suddenly, he thrust forward. "Unnnnn, honey!"
His cock spewed cum. The vision of Tiffany in ecstasy had
been too much. His cock was spouting thick globs of jizz. Large
gooey gobs of his cum splattered deep inside Tiffany's cock-
gulping cunt.
"Oh, darling. I feel your cum!" Her breath quickened. Her
cunt pulsed, gliding along his bulky cock shaft. Cunt muscles
massaged his cock. The hot jizz triggered an explosion in her
pussy. "I'm cumming. Creaming your prick!" Orgasms washed over
her twisting body, generating more passion, more wild gyrations.
Her hips lunged, and her ass swiveled. "I'm ... cumming!
Ahhhhhh!"
As Ryan fucked deep, cunt juice bubbled past her clinging
cuntlips, dribbled down the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes were a
glassy sheen. She jerked slavishly as Ryan's cock blasted jizz
again.
His fat cock sprayed a thick gooey sauce of cum into
Tiffany's pulsating pussy. His head whirled. He felt dizzy,
overcome with passion. Tiffany was fabulous, the ultimate fuck.
A gushing stream of cum spewed from his piss slot. He was cumming
like never before.
Tiffany felt the stiff point of his plunging cock in the
steamy depths of her pussy. "More! More! Ahhhh!" She arched her
back, eyes bulging.
He ravaged her pussy guts with his prick, wanting to give her
the pleasure he had denied her. Savagely, he pounded her into the
rug. Each fuck-lunge took his cock deeper into the bubbling pool
of her overflowing cunt hole. "Sweetheart! Aghhhhh."
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Your ... cock ... so wonderful!" She
creamed again, climbed to ecstasy with him. "Don't stop! Don't
stop fucking, lover," she squealed. "I want it so bad." "Ohhhh!"
She wiggled on his fucking prick. "I only want you." Moans of
passion soon replaced words as her orgasms became overwhelming.
Wildly, frantically, she threw her body against Ryan's pounding
frame.
They worked in a frenzied rhythm. Her drooling cunt bathed
his hulking cock in gooey pussy cum. Her tits jiggled, swollen
with blood. She dug her heels into his back. Cum gushed, squished
as their bodies smashed together.
Twisting her head, she humped upward. More cum flooded her
cunt. More cunt juice flowed from her pulsing pussy walls.
Animal sounds echoed in the office. They fucked violently at each
other. Each tried to give every thing. It was an attempt to
erase the past and begin the future.
"Ryan!" She shuddered, froze, collapsed back in a whimpering
heap.
Ryan attacked her limp exhausted body, fucking his cum into
her overflowing pussy. One last grunt, and he collapsed, crushing
her beneath him.
Lying on the office floor, they held each other, caught their
breath.
"Now get dressed," Ryan finally said. "We're going out to
dinner."
"Mmmm, what about the business?" she teased with a smile,
gathering up her clothes.
"Fuck the business," he said. "I've made enough money to
take the rest of the day off. Maybe even a few extra days."
She kissed him tenderly on the mouth. "I love you."
Dressed, they closed the office and went out to enjoy their
marriage--the way it was meant to be enjoyed. And Tiffany knew
there would be less sorrow and more fucking in her life now.
The End
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