LL-205

Eager Wild Wife

By Bob Wallace

Foreword

	At some point in life, almost everyone rebels against something.  For
	children it may be their parents who become targets; for others it may
	be a spouse.  For still others, it may be any number of people or
	institutions who are singled out for wrath and anger.

	For Tiffany Wells, the young woman in this story, her husband becomes
	the target of her anger, a scapegoat for her continuing sexual
	frustration.  What she doesn't know, however, is that the man she
	needs doesn't exist.  Thus she soon finds herself looking everywhere
	for fulfillment, going deeper and deeper into a perverted tailspin
	that threatens to wreck her marriage and everything that is important
	to her.

	EAGER WILD WIFE - the story of a woman who forgets everything else in
	her life in a wild attempt to satisfy the cravings that rule both her
	mind and body.

	The Publisher

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

