Joanne rolled out of bed and moaned. The ache in her asshole was still there. She peeked out the window at the street below. "Today is your day, Mr. Snoopy Bastard."
She stepped away from the window in a huff, grabbed her robe and headed downstairs. She made a pot of coffee in the kitchen before dialing the number of the hotel where her husband was staying.
"Room 312 please," she said to the operator. She listened to the rings, hoping she would catch Brad before he left for one of his meetings. She was about to give up when Brad answered.
"Hello?"
His soft familiar voice made the past few days seem like a horrible dream. "It's me, Brad. Joanne."
"Hi, hon," he said. "I never thought you were going to call. You busy?"
His implication angered her and brought what he did rushing back to the surface. "Very busy," she purred. "Ask your detective friend. I think he has enough pictures to make a very interesting album." She paused, quelling her anger. "By the time you get home, I'll have him too." She slammed the phone down and shook.
She glared hatefully at the phone jangling off the hook as Brad tried calling back. She calmed herself, not interested in answering. She walked to the door, a hot sultry expression on her ivory complected face, the phone constantly ringing in her ears long after it stopped. "Here I come, Mr. Dick."
She left the door open and walked elegantly down the steps, swinging her hips like a hooker trying to pick up a john. She crossed her lawn and stopped at the curb. She smiled at him across the street, sitting in his car, a puzzled look screwing up his face.
Darin Jenkins looked the other way, appearing as if he were looking for an address. "Shit. This broad's a fuckin' nut," he mumbled under his breath, catching a glimpse of her.
"I hope you got a big cock," she said, looking both ways before crossing the street. She strutted around to the passenger side, opened the door, and slipped in beside him. She smiled a wide hot smile, her green eyes dancing with devilment. "Hi!"
"I don't know who you are, lady," Darin said, "but you better get the hell out of my car. I'm waiting for my wife."
"Cut the bullshit, Mr. Dick Prick." She giggled, enjoying the detective's obvious embarrassment and worry.
"You crazy?"
"You are, if you think I'm going to buy that dumb fucking story about waiting for your wife." She winked and slid over to him. "Today's Thursday and you've been waiting here since Monday for your wife. I call you a very patient man."
"Get out of the car, lady," he said, knowing that somehow he had blown his cover and the hot bitch knew. He started the motor, hoping that would get her out.
"I'm not going anywhere without you," she purred.
"How does the police station sound?" he said, hoping to scare her.
"Good idea." She opened the robe, showing her tits to him. "We can tell them how you tried to rape me." She leaned back on the seat, comfortable and happy. She had the bastard by the balls and by the expression on his face, he knew it!
He cut the motor, knowing he was beaten. "What do you want, Mrs. Benson."
She smiled innocently at him. "Why don't you come inside and we can talk about what I want." She blew him a kiss, closed her robe, and climbed out of the car. "Oh, by the way, bring all the pictures you took. I'm curious."
Darin sat dumfounded, shaking his head. He watched the luscious Mrs. Benson as she returned to her house. He gathered up the packets of photos, then climbed out of the car with them. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he was definitely interested. With what he had been seeing since his assignment began, Mrs. Benson was quite the hot little housewife. He hurried across the street and up her steps. Knocking on the door, he waited.
"I'm glad you could make it," Joanne purred, opening the door. She winked. "Come in, I have coffee brewing for us." She didn't move, making him brush against her as he entered.
"Follow me, handsome." Her ass rocked provocatively, knowing his gray eyes were glued to the liquid movement beneath her robe.
"It's Darin, isn't it?" she asked as he sat down.
He smiled, liking her moxie. "Yes. How did you know?"
"I've known since the very beginning. I picked the phone up by mistake Monday morning when Brad was talking to you and heard the whole thing."
His brow furrowed. "I'm surprised you still fooled around, Mrs. Benson, knowing I was watching."
"Call me, Joanne. You were the only reason I fooled around in the first place."
"Come on. You mean to tell me that Monday was the first time you got laid outside your marriage?"
"You got it." After pouring the coffee, she sat down beside him. "Knowing what Brad did infuriated me so damn much, I figured that if he thought I was going to fuck around, I shouldn't disappoint him." She purposely pressed her leg against his.
"You certainly didn't disappoint him." He grinned sheepishly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he sipped the steaming black coffee.
"I hope you enjoyed the assignment," she sighed. Her stomach churned as she thought about him watching her fuck every guy she met. "Did it turn you on."
"It's my job," he said, his throat constricting when he remembered how horny she had made him and the extra fucking he had given his girl friend and how much she had appreciated it.
"Awwww, c'mon, Darin," she mewled. "You mean to tell me that watching me fuck and suck all those cocks didn't get you burning hot?"
He looked at her with his brooding gray eyes, the passion in his groin shining through. "You drove me nuts, Joanne."
"Whew! For a second, I thought you were made out of stone."
"You'd turn stone to sand with your body and the way you enjoy sex." He shook his head.
She laid her hand on his thigh and squeezed it. "Let's get a look at those pictures. I'm dying to see them myself."
He laid the packets of pictures on the table. "Look all you want. I've been staring at them all week." He leaned back in his chair and sipped coffee, his cock throbbing.
She grabbed a packet and dumped the photos on the table and gasped. They were absolutely fantastic! She studied each one, the memory of the fuck coming back in a dizzy rush. She ogled the pictures taken on the grassy knoll, her naked body glistening in the sun as she sucked Grant's cock. "Christ! You got some terrific lens on that camera. I can see my pussy hair in some of these."
"Glad you like them," he said, his tone wavering as he glanced over at the pictures.
She gazed at the ones with Earl in his small room in the back of the garage. She was getting hotter and hotter by the second. She sucked in her breath, seeing her and Denny. "You even came around to the backyard, I see."
"Only for a few," he explained. "I figured I had enough photos of you fucking already. I didn't see any sense in someone calling the cops, thinking I was a prowler."
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, skimming all the photos again, remembering each incident as if it just happened. Her pussy ached and she knew when she stood up, there would be a dark cunt juice stain on her robe and a wet spot on the chair. "I do take a good picture, don't I?"
"The best." He leered at them, his eyes covered with a thin film of passion. He could remember each one as if they were branded in his brain. "You really surprised me when you took on the kid and then his old man too."
"You don't have any photos of Herb. How do you know we did anything?"
"I saw the happy contented look on his face when he came outside and walked home."
Joanne stood up and walked behind him, kneading his shoulders and running her fingers through his sandy blond hair. "How would you like to walk out of the house with that same smile on your lips?"
"I'd like that very much," he said, her hands lulling him into a soft state of euphoria. "I don't think it'll happen though."
"Why is that?" she asked, yearning for the detective's cock to be buried in her pussy. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
"I'd love to fuck you, Joanne," he moaned, his cock aching for her pussy. "I think you'll want too much from me, though."
"Like what?" She ran her cool fingers down inside his shirt as she rubbed her tits against the back of his head.
"I figure you'll want the pictures and my report burned and I can't do that." He leaned back in the soft pillowy flesh of her tits.
"All I want from you, Darin, is your cock." She stepped back and dropped her robe. "Look at me, Darin."
Darin turned, knowing what to expect. He felt his facial muscles tighten. Staring at her all week and photographing her while she fucked and sucked and then committing each picture to memory was nothing compared to seeing her so close, her hot, white, creamy body memorized and branded in his brain.
"Touch me, Darin. Feel my pussy. It's wet for your cock."
He shook his head, knowing that once he touched her there would be no turning back and she would have him where she wanted him. "I can't," he groaned, the pain in his groin excruciating. "I work for your husband. I can't fuck you."
She straddled his leg, a long tapered leg on each side of his thigh. She squeezed her legs together. "Give me your hand, Darin," she said, her voice velvety.
Hypnotized by her sexuality and his own passion for the beautiful housewife, he gave Joanne his hand. He could smell the raw pungent aroma of her heated cunt, luring him gently into her web.
"See how bad I want you?" she crooned, running his hand through her thighs, soaking him with the juices that oozed from her dripping hot gash. "I want your cock. I don't want your reports. I don't want your photos. I don't want you to lie to my husband. All I want is for you to fuck the hell out of me." She brought his hand out from her pussy and licked her creamy cunt juice off his hand.
He was incapable of fighting her sensual promises, her fervent luscious body at his pleasure. He nodded.
"I'm so glad," she sighed. "Where?"
"Upstairs."
She took his hand and hurried him up the stairs to the bedroom. Once inside, she was on him like a nympho, clawing at his clothes as she fell to her knees in front of him, anxious to see his cock. "I'm going to suck you like you saw me do to the others."
She pulled his pants down and gobbled his cock into her mouth, her hands soothing frantically over his ass as she drew him deep into her throat. She sucked avidly, knowing he would be the last until her marriage was settled. Sucking and fucking the man Brad hired to spy on her was her ultimate triumph.
He grabbed her by the hair, holding her steady as he rammed his prick into her face. His cock filled her throat and his legs shook. Her mouth was as hot and greedy as he had imagined. Better! He pulled out, sucking air through his teeth as he held back his orgasm. He looked down into her flushed and excited face.
"Get on the God damn bed." His tongue was heavy. The passion and the emotion of the week had taken its toll.
"Ohhhh, yesssss," she hissed, crawling to the bed and climbing on. "I've been thinking about your cock all week."
He tore off his clothes, committed to take this hot bitch who for three days had drove him to the brink of insanity with her lustful flagrant sexual appetite. "I'm going to fuck you blind," he groaned. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."
"I can't wait," she moaned, wriggling on the bed, her legs spread for him, her cunt red and swollen, dripping its warm oily juice. "I can't wait!"
Darin threw himself on top of her, crushing an exuberant Joanne in his arms, their hot naked bodies sparking from the electricity of passion that arced between them.
"Ooooooo," she moaned, wiggling and twisting in his arms. "You're so strong." She pressed her belly against his hard-on and rubbed, her hips rocking. "Stick it in me! Stick it in me!"
He gazed down into her hot flushed and excited face. Her tits were burning into his broad chest like hot rivets. He pulled his ass back, his cock slipping between her parted legs, her cunt oozing its welcome, propping his upper body on his forearms.
She gazed hotly up into his. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Darin clamped his jaw firm. His muscles rippled and he eased forward, sinking his prick slowly into Joanne's waiting pussy. He saw the hot expression on her face turn to joy as each inch of his cock eased between her puffy red pussy lips. He was trembling inside, seeing her exquisite expression as her pussy contracted on his dick until he had the entire length stuffed inside her twat.
"Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, clawing his back. "Ohhhh, Darin!" She wriggled her ass, sending them both on a quick sample ride of what would happen as soon as Darin decided to fuck in earnest.
Slowly and methodically, Darin eased his cock in and out of Joanne's clinging wet pussy, seeing the brightness in her eyes when he filled her body full with his cock and the panic when he eased it out to the bulbous tip.
He covered her mouth with his and kissed her urgently, crushing her tits against him. He snaked his tongue into her mouth and felt the gentle sucking pressure on his tongue, the same sucking pressure her cunt muscles were using on his greased dick.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned out loud, raking his back and keeping her hips still as she rejoiced in this slow tormenting fuck. It was making her head spin and her body quake. She used her cunt muscles on him, making it more difficult with each gentle push of his cock for him to keep up this destructive pace that was beginning to render them both insane.
Gasping for air, Joanne broke the kiss, the fire in her loins being stroked by his torturous prick. "Faster," she begged, her hips moving under their own power. "Ohhhh, for Christ's sake, fuck me faster!"
"No," he snarled. To drive her further into the realm of insanity, he eased his cock out to the tip and watched her eyes fill with terror at being denied his cunt-filling prick. He slammed it back with a powerful thrust, seeing her expression change to ecstasy. Instead of repeating the thrust, he remained buried deep inside her twat, grinding and churning his hips that made his cock scrape and torment her cunt walls.
"Agghhhhh!" she gurgled, the hard hitting jab of his dick and its movements driving her mad. Her entire body was keyed up for what she hoped came next – a fast and furious fuck. It didn't come and sue remained strung out, her nerves frayed from this sadistic torment. "FUCK MEEEEEE!"
He ground his hips, his cock throbbing in the wet pulsating world of her hot snatch. Harder and harder, he ground his body into hers, her clit mashing into his groin. He rocked from side to side, his prick swelling inside her pussy, his balls tightening as they prepared to explode when he picked up the pace.
"Ohhhh, Lord, Darin! Don't do this to me!" She was sobbing hysterically, her mind drowning in the whirlpool of lust. She arched up in a frenzied attack on his cock, banging her body relentlessly into his. It was no use! He was too strong, too powerful. He kept her pinned to the mattress, the little action she generated only adding to his sadistic fuck style.
Sobbing outwardly and whimpering for him to take her to climax, she arched her back once more. She swung her legs around him, her entire body becoming a wiggling snake, writhing and twisting beneath him. She was crazed with desire. Whimpering cries escaped from her throat as he continued to feed the flames that engulfed her.
"You're torturing me!" she ranted, her nails breaking the skin of his back. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
His own passion was growing and he knew he couldn't keep this torture up much longer. He eased his prick, out and slammed it back in again, reveling in the glow of her eyes. He did it over and over, a slow easy pull back, followed by a hard violent slam forward. His cock ached so much he thought it would burst. Tiny explosions erupted behind his eyes, each time he whacked her body with his cock.
"Unnggggg!" she growled, thrashing at him when he pulled back, her only moment of free movement. She tried with all of her strength to start the ride that would bring her out of this cruel subjection. It was no use. She was defeated, her mind spinning, seeing insanity only moments away.
Darin saw the pained frantic expression on her face. He gave her three hard fast jabs in rapid succession, making her believe there was hope of satisfaction.
"Yesssss!" she wailed. "Yesssss!" She humped like a machine until he stopped, his prick buried to the hilt, his hips driving her clit into his groin.
Joanne's mind teetered on the edge, then snapped. She went berserk, like a wild woman. She fought him, her body drawing on her passion for strength. She bucked, trying to get his cock to go in and out of her cunt to give her some friction. Sobbing and whimpering, she churned and twisted, clawed and humped, her goal – to get off, climax, pop her pent-up load.
Darin eased up slightly, allowing her space to carry out her wild gyrations. He rode her, relishing the pressure and pleasure she was squeezing on his cock. He felt his control diminishing. He slammed into her, knocking the hot bitch back on the bed.
"Now we'll fuck," he snarled.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed. "Fuck! Fuck!" She was hysterical.
Darin eased his cock out to the tip, tormenting her for a second longer. With one swift lunge, he sliced it back into her cunt. Instead of stopping, he repeated his plunges, picking up speed with each hard furious stab of his cock.
"Agghhh!" Joanne screamed. "Yessss!" She lashed back at him, matching stroke for stroke, passion for passion, and power for power. She lifted her legs high in the air, her cunt angled for maximum depth.
Darin utilized her position, jamming his cock deeper, ripping into her in a mindless barrage of repetitious slams.
"Baby! Baby!" he growled like a bear. No longer concerned with her gorgeous face or how she looked when he stabbed her, he fell on top of her, crunching her tits against him and pinning her to the bed. His hands raked down her sides to her ass. In a swift motion, he brought his hands under her humping quivering ass and grabbed her fleshy cheeks.
"Unnnnnhhhh," Joanne choked. The passion in her body became almost unendurable. "Finger meeeeee! You fucking P.I."
In his fogged clouded mind, Darin heard her scream. Slamming his prick into her, he inched along her jiggling ass and sought out her crack. Faster and faster, he pounded her, his hands parting her ass, his fingers finding the tiny butt crack.
"Now!" she screamed, ready to feel his finger plugging her ass as he tortured her pussy with his magnificent dick.
He jammed his finger inside, plunging it to the knuckle. Her asshole clamped around his finger and he squiggled it, feeling his own cock through the thin membrane as he fucked her and himself to their orgasm.
"I love it! Rip me open! Fuck me!" She was out of her mind. She banged up at his cock, then pushed back at his scraping finger in her ass and ground her clit into his hairy hard groin.
He screwed his finger into her quivering jerking ass with vicious stabs, matched only by the power of his thrusting cock. His head was reeling and he knew that he was ready to burst his wad.
Joanne was caught between his driving dick and his plunging fingers and loving it. She was delirious, riding the crest of her passion as she raced toward her climax.
Darin smashed his groin at her twisting jerking body, forcing his cock into the depths of her gulping pussy with the pent-up fury of watching her with the other men.
"Fuck me, Darin. Fuck me!"
"Yeaaaaaaa!" he screamed, his word muffled by her sweaty taut neck. His hips became a hammer, his cock the nail as he drove it into her gaping cunthole.
Her cunt exploded, drenching his shaft with a frothy cream that glazed his pounding shaft and sloshed inside her pussy. Her twat began to pulse a steady staccato of beats, bringing his swelling cock quickly to the long awaited peak.
Darin knew it and soared into bliss as his cock exploded like a spewing volcano, filling and drenching her sucking pussy with a stream of thick white bubbling cum.
"I'm cominggggg!" he screamed in unison with her declaration of joy. "I'm cominggg!"
They slammed at each other, their climaxes turned them into mindless animals bent on satisfying their lustful need. Their sweaty naked bodies slapped noisily at each other, their cum and juice squished inside her cunt with each jab of his dick, and their screams all blended together in an erotic collage of resounding bliss.
The bed seemed ready to collapse as Joanne's soupy pussy gulped his cum and pulsed on his cock, driving him insane as he continued to squirt his cream into her body. "More! More!" she howled desperately, wanting to suffer for the things she had done. "Hurt me! Hurt me!"
Her screams for abuse were lost to him. His mind was blocked as he pounded her until all of his strength was sapped from his body. He stopped, his dick inside her, his body twitching spastically on top of her gorgeous body.
"Darin," she groaned, jerking at him, the last remnants of her orgasm escaping her pussy as her mind became numb and her body began to ache with the violence it had just encountered. "Ohhhhhh, Darin!"
He rolled off her, his limp cock slipping out of her pussy. Silently, he stood up and looked down at her. "You win. I won't say a word to your husband. Not a word. I'll tell him you were faithful." He began to dress.
"I didn't do it for that reason," she sobbed.
"Why, then?"
"To get even with Brad. I want him to pay for not trusting me."
"Do you love him?"
"Yes."
"Hell, he'll never know and you can start all over again."
"I want him to know!" she shouted. "I want him to know!"
"Then you tell him. I quit!" He finished dressing and went out the door, leaving Joanne sobbing on the bed.