When Leo arrived home an hour and a half later, he was just in time to see Kenny leaving. He was maybe half a block from the house when he saw the front door open. He remembered Kenny from the wedding reception, and he was about to honk his horn and say hello. He figured the young man had been paying Shelby a polite social call. Something made him pause. He didn't honk the horn. In fact he drove on up the street so that the young man wouldn't see him. He pulled over to the side of the road, and waited till Kenny climbed into his sports car and drove off. Then he reversed and drew into the driveway of the big white house. He slipped into the back door quietly, his heart pounding.
The place was very quiet. There was no sign of Shelby. Usually at this time of day she was in front of the television set, wrapped up in some game show. Leo felt his heart pounding as he slowly climbed the stairs. He wasn't sure what he would find, but it wasn't going to be good. He had a feeling.
Shelby was sleeping. She was sprawled out across their big bed, naked but for a garter belt and a pair of stockings. She lay on her belly, her crotch supported by a pillow. Her lovely ass was raised up in the air and there was a deep hollow in the small of her back. Her legs were spread wide.
Leo put down his briefcase and approached her. He stepped quietly, so as not to disturb her. When he was beside the bed he bent down to examine her crotch more closely. Something wet and glistening attracted his attention. He knew what it was, of course, had known as soon as he stepped into the room. But he wanted to make sure. Something made him want to study every detail of this weird scene.
It was cum. Her cuntlips were splayed wide as if a baseball bat had been rammed up inside her. They were puffy and swollen, and rivers of silver spunk were still drooling from them. Her pubic hair was matted with the stuff.
His eyes drifted up to her asshole, and he could see that this too was grossly expanded. The muscles hadn't puckered closed yet. They gaped around a hole the size of a quarter. Streams of jism poured from the pit. The insides of both asscheeks were smeared and shiny with goo.
With his heart still pounding, he moved up to examine her face. He could only see half of it. Her head was buried in another pillow. But he could see more than enough. Her lips were half open and shiny. Flakes of drying cum surrounded them. Two squiggles of half dry jism ran up her cheek toward her eye. She hadn't even bothered to wipe them dry before drifting off to sleep.
He moved away from the bed and slumped down in a chair by the window. He looked very tired all of a sudden. He sat there ten, twenty, thirty minutes without moving, without saying a word. He just gazed across the room at the figure of the young slut on the bed. For the first time he noticed that one of her garters had snapped loose of her stocking. The nylon was wrinkled around the top of her thigh.
She stirred finally. She shifted on the bed and her eyes flicked opened the first thing she saw was her husband over by the window. She couldn't see his face because of the light behind him. She smiled sleepily and shifted some more on the bed. Then for the first time she realized what she must look like.
"Leo, darling, I didn't know you were home," she mumbled. "I must have fallen asleep, I guess."
She reached for a sheet that was beyond her grasp. She gave up and drew her knees up to her belly as she rolled onto her side. It was a pretty hopeless attempt to cover herself up, and she knew it. She lay there rolled up into a ball and gazed at her husband seriously. She didn't know what else to say.
"You must really think I'm a jerk, hey?" he said finally. "Less than a week after our wedding, and you're with another guy behind my back. I bet this isn't the first time either, is it?"
"No," she whispered. There didn't seem any paint in lying.
"Don't tell me. I don't want to know," he snapped. "What an idiot I've been. Everybody told me you were the biggest slut in town and I thought you'd change. I thought all you wanted was to settle down."
"That is what I wanted, Leo," she pouted. "It still is. I just need time to get used to marriage. I'm not used to it."
He snorted and sat forward in his chair. For some reason he couldn't take his eyes off her. Even sweaty and messed up as she was, there was still something so sexy about her. He noticed that her big tits were streaked with cum as well. Just how much jizz had young Kenny shot off on her anyway?
"This can't go on, Shelby," he said. "I can't live with a whore. I love you, but you've got to leave for a while. Maybe for good. I just don't want to see you for a while."
"No! I don't want to go away! I couldn't stand it!" She glanced around the room, at the clean white furnishings. There was real panic in her eyes.
"You have to. You've messed up," he said, standing up. "I'm going back out for a while now. When I come back, I don't want to find you here. If you're still around, I'll have you thrown out."
"Please, Leo, I'm sorry!" she cried. "It won't happen again. I won't fuck anyone else. I'll do anything for you. Just don't send me away. You can do anything you want to me, any dirty, kinky thing!"
She tried to grab his leg as he strode past her to the door. He brushed her hand away. Before he left the room he turned to give her one last look from the doorway. There was a mixture of love and disgust on his face. He was flushed and breathing heavily.
"It always comes down to sex with you, doesn't it?" he sneered. "Do you ever think of anything else?"
He turned and strode down the stairs. Soon there was the sound of the front door slaming. Shelby knelt on the bed for a while, staring after him. She wanted to jump up and run after him, but she just didn't have the energy. She sank back into the bed and groaned.
Her mind was racing. He meant what he said, she was sure. Leo was a pussycat in many ways, but he was stubborn as hell. If he said he didn't want to see her for a while, there was no point in hanging around hoping he'd change his mind.
The best idea was to go off somewhere for a day or so and wait for him to cool off. But where?
She got up off the bed and took a hot shower, scrubbing all of Kenny's cum from her. Then she dressed and packed a few things in an overnight bag. She called a cab, and within the hour she was striding back into her honeymoon hotel, asking for Charlie Tate. She wasn't sure how he'd receive her, but it was worth a try.
As it turned out, Charlie hadn't been able to think of anything but her all week. He kept running over and over in his mind the scene they'd shared together on the weekend. Each time he recalled how she'd sucked him, his cock stiffened in his pants. He spent three days jerking off to the memories.
He welcomed her with open arms. And once she'd explained the situation to him, he offered her one of the hotel's more private rooms. He said he wasn't surprised at what had happened. With her appetite for sex, it was only a matter of time before Leo found her out. He would speak to Leo for her, he said. But in the meantime she was welcome to the services of the hotel.
For a price. While she was here, he said, she would have to earn her keep. And as he explained further, he strode over to her and slipped her dress off her shoulders. They were standing in his office. He had made sure he locked the door as she entered. She didn't resist as the dress fell from her and her tits bobbled into view.
"I suppose I have to fuck and suck you dry while I'm here?" she smirked. She stepped from the dress and stood there in garters and stockings.
"Something like that," he grinned. "I have several things in mind. First of all I want you to step into my bathroom and let me do something special for you."
Shelby looked confused. But she let herself be ushered into a private bathroom that led off from the office. She didn't resist as he hoisted her onto the counter to the sink and spread her legs wide. She figured he maybe wanted to eat her out, nothing more.
He stripped down quickly, and she waited for him to crouch down in front of her and begin licking her cunt. But he did no such thing. Instead, he took a can of shaving cream from the medicine cabinet and sprayed great thick wads of foam onto her crotch. In seconds her pubic mound was a quivering mass of white froth.
"I don't believe this! You want to shave my cunt!" she gasped. "Charlie Tate, you're more of a pervert than I realized!"
"Just a little fun between friends," he smiled. He grabbed a razor and began scraping swaths of hair and foam from her crotch.
"But what will Leo say? If he ever takes me back, seeing me with a shaved cunt isn't going to help me any."
"You just leave Leo to me," he said. "And spread your legs wider. I want to get all of this pretty pubic hair."
Shelby sighed and did as she was told. When it came to sex, nothing much shocked her anymore. She watched as the handsome hotel manager flicked his razor this way and that. She even giggled once or twice as the blade tickled her. More and more bare pink skin came into view as he worked between her legs.
"I've always wanted to do this to a girl," he admitted. "But up until now I never came across one who would go for it. I knew you would. Nothing is too kinky for you, is it, when it comes to sex?"
"I guess not. I'm not sure," she muttered.
As he scraped closer and closer to her cunt hole she actually helped him by puffing the puffy lips this way and that. He got in very close, removing every last trace of hair. Then when he was through he swabbed her down with a damp cloth.
"There, what do you think? Isn't that a turn on?" He grinned, still crouching in front of her. "Don't you feel even more of a slut than you were before?"
Shelby didn't answer. She was still gazing down at her crotch, tugging her pussy lips from side to side. Her fingers smoothed over the damp bare skin of her lower belly. She was obviously shocked but deeply excited at what he'd done to her.
"It feels so strange," she muttered. "Fuck, what a kinky thing to do!"
He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, over ha stocking tops and along her garters. His head moved deeper and deeper between her legs.
He flicked her hands away and planted a soft kiss on the bald patch of skin where her cunt hair used to be. Then he began circling his tongue around and around, licking lower and lower in her crotch.
It had been a while since she'd been eaten, and she was ready for it. She planted her feet wide apart on the bathroom counter, giving him all the space he needed. She sighed as she felt the first sly flicks of his tongue along the sides of her cunt. He was slurping on the puffy outer lips, working his way inwards.
"Yes. Eat me like that. Suck my cunt," she hissed, running her fingers through his hair. "Stick your tongue inside me. Nibble on my wet cunt."
Her cunt was gaping open. The puffy lips looked even more raw and swollen without hair surrounding them. He touched them with his tongue, and they puffed out farther. There were flaps of skin over an inch long drooping down now on either side of her hole. The bud of her clit had jutted out so far it looked like a small pink cock.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned, biting her bottom lip. "Eat my cunt, you kinky bastard! I fucking love it!"
He had taken one of the inch-long flaps of skin between his lips and he was tugging on it, stretching it even farther. It expanded like a sheet of elastic until it was nearly two inches long. He let it go with a little snap and repeated the process with the other fold of skin. Streams of cunt-juice were starting to flow down from inside her.
Her moans grew louder, and her cunt was twitching against his mouth now. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, twirling it up and down between her cunt walls. Her whole pussy sucked against his face like a vacuum pump. His tongue was drawn deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, yes! Your tongue's so fucking good up my cunt!" she howled. "Eat me like that! Suck me hard!"
His tongue probed far inside her, snaking this way and that. Then he backed off, raising his tongue up under her erect clit. He flicked it once or twice and began sucking it. A shudder went through her and she half collapsed against the bathroom wall. She whimpered loudly as she came all over his face.
"Cumming, you bastard! Cumming all over your hot tongue! Oh fuck!" she wailed. She held his face tight against her pussy, digging her fingers into his neck.
He sucked on her clit for as long as he could, using his tongue and his lips to draw the bud up high into his mouth. But he was having a hard time breathing, and he soon hid to quit. He snorted in breath, gave her clit one last flick with his tongue. Then he struggled to his feet between her legs and took his cock in his hand.
His prick was fully erect, and quickly he shoved his hard-on between the lips of her gaping cunt. He bulled it into her, not stopping till his balls were nestled against her ass. He began fucking her roughly, pile-driving her with his cock. Her swollen cunt-lips rubbed back and forth against his shaft. Her poor twitching clit scraped along the top of it, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
She was still cumming. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue rolled from the side of her mouth. She made soft whimpering sounds, like a little girl. Her whole body shook each time he rammed his big cock into her. She hooked her legs in back of him and locked her ankles together.
"Fuck me, you sonovabitch! Fuck me hard and deep with your big cock!" she howled. "Drill me with your cock! Pin me to the fucking wall!"
His hips pistoned back and forth. He was fucking her with deep, fast strokes, using every inch of his prick. He grabbed her tits, squeezed them in his fingers. He gazed down from time to time, loving the sight of his big cock sliding in and out of a hairless pink cunt.
He was soon very close to cumming. All week he'd been looking forward to doing this to her, and now that it was happening, he wouldn't hold back for long. He drilled his cock into her for maybe another minute. He bucked her back and forth on the counter top like a rag doll. Then he groaned loudly and pulled his prick from her cunt. He gripped it in his fist and began jerking off, aiming the purple head of his cock down at her pussy.
"Going to cum all over your shaved cat, bitch!" he growled. "Going to spray your bald cunt with my hot fucking cum!"
And sure enough he spurted out a thick wad of spunk into her crotch. It splashed over the open lips of her cunt and drooled down in elastic strings. The white goo clung to her tagged cuntlips like wax. It was followed by another jet. And another. And soon her bald cunt was awash in drooling spunk. The white slime flowed over her cunt and seeped inside. Some of it trickled down into the crack of her ass.
"Spunking on your cunt, slut!" he groaned. "Covering your hot fucking cunt with cockcream!"
His cock spurted again and again. He hosed her cunt down with jet after jet of steaming white jism. He made sure her entire crotch was soiled and steaming with warm cum.
She watched the whole process with glazed eyes. She accepted his cum-bath without question. And when he finally quit spurting, she reached down and ran her fingers through all the sticky goo. She spread it about on her shaved crotch mound. She mashed it between her open cunt-lips. When she next raised her hand, her fingers were webbed with gooey white spunk.
"Get in the bathtub, bitch," he gasped finally. "You're one hell of a fucking mess. You need to be cleaned up."
She gazed at him for a while as if she didn't understand. And when she didn't move, he circled her waist with his arm and hauled her up off the bathroom counter. His wilting cock dangled against her thigh and drooled cum onto her stockings. She tried to grab it but he was already easing her over into the bathtub.
He placed her on her knees in the tub and climbed in to stand in front of her. His halfhard cock loomed over her and she gazed up at it dumbly. She thought he wanted her to suck it and she reached up her hand and moved her mouth toward it. But he stopped her. His hand gripped her shoulder and held her two feet away from his cock. He stared down at her with a weird light in his eyes.
"You're a very dirty girl. You need to be hosed down," he said quietly. He held his cock in his free hand and aimed it down toward her.
Shelby had no idea what he was up to. She squatted there on her knees and waited, her mind still foggy with her climax. Only when she fell the first trickle of hot fluid against her stockinged thigh did she come awake. Her eyes widened and she glared at his cock in disbelief.
He was passing on her. A small stream of golden of pee had begun to flow from his cock and it was jetting against her thigh. She watched it, too amazed to speak. She saw the stream grow stronger and angle sideways into her crotch.
"Your pussy is all messy with cum. It needs washing," he grunted. He directed the now strong jets of piss onto her soiled crotch, hosing away all the gooey cum he'd spilled there.
This was like some weird dream, Shelby thought. She watched with stunned eyes as the glittering stream of piss washed over her crotch. She wasn't even surprised when he directed the jets higher, dashing them against her belly, and then over her big tits. The stream was huge now. It was hot and golden, and it cascaded over her tits like sparkling wine.
"You're pissing on me," she muttered, as if saying the words out loud would make them believable. "You're pissing all over my belly and tits."
"And all over your cock sucking slut face," he grunted, angling the piss stream even higher. "I'm drenching your pretty whore's face with steaming hot pee!"
For some reason Shelby didn't even try to get out of the way. She tilted her head back and waited, knowing full well what was coming. She felt the hot jets of piss dancing over her tits, her neck, her chin. Then the golden shower was raining down on her face, splattering her lovely features in endless streams.
"Open your mouth, bitch!" he ordered. "Drink down my hot pee!"
Without question Shelby did as she was told. With the streams of urine still splattering over her face, she gaped wide her lips. Immediately the hot jets were gushing inside, filling her mouth and overflowing her lips. She shut off her throat and spurted the golden fluid up from her lips in shimmering fountains. Pigs poured off her face in sheets.
"Feel it all over your face, bitch," he gasped. "Feel my hot piss drenching your slut's face! Drink it all down!"
Shelby squatted there in the bathtub, gripping the backs of his thighs and tilting her head back helplessly. Streams of piss splattered over her cheeks and into her eyes. It gushed from her mouth and bubbled from her nose; Charlie was one kinky bastard, she thought dreamily.