Clark rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. He gazed at Denise and wondered about her for the thousandth time since he had met her. What was it that made him so hesitant about this relationship? Clark considered it to be merely another affair, nothing more.
Denise was a good lay, a damn good lay. Young, trim, enthusiastic and willing to try and do almost anything and yet then was a hesitancy whenever he saw her. He knew that she thought it was somehow sinful to fuck a man not her husband but that wasn't too big a problem.
Clark shrugged the feeling off and reached for a cigarette. He fumbled one out of the pack and lit it.
Ray, her husband was a real foal. He had kept a sex-bomb like Denise enclosed and dampened for five years. Ray had been smart marrying Denise. He was a fool for not making more use of her incredible sexual energies than he seemed to. Clark could only shake his head in wonder that Denise had never had an orgasm until he came along.
The black-haired man blew a lazy smoke ring out into the air, watching the smoke get caught in the breeze from the air conditioner and rapidly dissipate. Soon, there was nothing left of the smoke.
Clark blew another puff out into the room.
Denise finally stirred at the aroma of the smoke. She turned over and lovingly gripped at his arm and cock. Clark smiled a bit when the woman's slender fingers encircled his still slumbering dick. If she kept her hand there, his prick would wake up soon enough.
Then they could really fuck.
"Clark?" Denise's voice was quiet, almost pleading.
"Yeah, doll? What is it?"
"Do you love me?"
Clark furrowed his brow a bit. What the hell was this? He thought she knew the rules of the game as well as he did. He shrugged and decided to play along.
"Sure I do, honey. Why do you ask? Aren't you getting enough of my prick to keep you happy?"
"Oh, yes. Yes! It's just that… well, I'm going to divorce Ray. I just can't stand that bastard any longer."
Clark thought about it for a second. He didn't like the way the conversation was going. Fucking was a real groove, and he knew they both got off on it. But this was something else. This sounded like Denise was taking their affair too damn seriously.
"That sounds like something you just thought up on the spur of the moment."
Clark was careful about what he said. He didn't want to commit himself until he completely unearthed all the nasty little thoughts lurking in Denise's pretty head.
"No, I've been thinking real hard on this, Clark. I love you. And you love me. I'm going to divorce Ray, and you can divorce your wife. Then we can get married."
She lovingly squeezed on his arm and prick. Clark let out his pent-up breath and a gusty streamer of cigarette smoke gushed but into the room.
"What makes you think I want to divorce Clarice?" Clark wasn't a fool. With all, that bread his wife had coming, he could be as rich as any of those fat-assed Arab oil sheiks.
Denise looked up in surprise, her brown eyes wide. "Clark! We both love each other!"
She said it as if that was all there was to the matter.
"Yeah. So what? I love a lot of people and don't go around marrying them. Look, Denise, you're a damn good lay. You're one hell of a sexy broad… but marriage? Hell, no!"
Denise sat up in bed. She stared at Clark for a moment, in stark surprise, then said, "I don't believe it! You… you've been using me all this time, haven't you? You don't give a shit what happens to me, what I feel!"
Clark spun and rolled to his feet. He began putting on his clothes as he talked, "Sure I love you. But I'm not going to leave my wife. You can damn well divorce your old man if you want. That's your business. But between us – that's purely physical. Dig?"
Denise sat crossed-legged on the bed, trembling in anger. Her tits shook slightly as her breath came faster and faster with the emotion she was showing. She was oblivious to the fact that, in this position, her cunt was widely exposed to the man in front of her.
"You… you beast! All you think of is sex!"
"And what's wrong with that?" Clark snapped back. "Are you any better? What were you thinking about when I balled you that first time? You sure as hell weren't thinking about the weather. Admit it, you got off on it."
Denise said nothing.
"Dammit, admit it! You hadn't gotten a good lay since you married that turd! If it hadn't been for me, you'd never have even known what sex could be like!"
Denise crossed her legs and hid her snatch from him as if feeling vulnerable for the first time with Clark. "You think you're such a stud, don't you?"
Clark glared at her.
"Damn right I do. I am, and you know it. Now, are you going to cut out this 'marriage' shit so we can get back to fucking or not?"
"You won't marry me?"
Clark didn't say another word. He picked up his suitcase as he went out the door, slamming it behind him.
For a moment, Denise looked at the closed door in astonishment. Then she rolled over on her stomach and began to sob, her cries muffled by the soft bed. All her hopes had walked out the door with Clark. She had loved him and the bastard had been using her.
Using her like some Goddamn whore.
In a while, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained, Denise pulled herself together. She dried her teats and wiped at her nose. Clark wasn't really gone. The brunette knew that deep down. He'd just stalked off in a fit of rage and would return soon.
In the meantime, she'd show him. She'd go down to the bar and get roaring drunk. Denise dressed in a low-cut dress she had brought along and went down to the bar.
Down in the dimly lit lounge, few people were around. Most were out in the casino gambling. Denise could hear the whirring of the slot machines and occasional jangles of tumbling coins when some lucky person hit a jackpot. Denise didn't have the heart to go out and try her luck. All she wanted to do was get drunk and forget her troubles. She picked a quiet corner in the bar and sat down.
When the scantily clad waitress came up, Denise was momentarily confused. She didn't drink very often and, when she did, she usually let Ray or Clark order.
She asked for the first thing that popped into her head.
"Let me have a double martini."
The waitress raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Drowning your sorrows, honey, or do you just like the olives?"
"Get me the drink and shut up," Denise snapped.
The waitress shrugged her shapely shoulders and went off, wiggling her ass in case any of the male patrons were nearby and could see. She soon came back and placed the drink in front of Denise.
"That's two bucks, honey. Think the olives will make you any sexier?"
Denise didn't throw the ten-dollar bill at the waitress, but she wished to hell that she could have.
By the time Denise had finished off six of the martinis, she was completely drunk, which was why she never saw the waitress steal all the money from her purse. Quickly and efficiently she had been left drunk and penniless.
When she ordered another drink and found that all of her money was missing, Denise didn't know what to do. She'd had almost a hundred dollars, including the money she'd won at the roulette table. Now, it was all gone.
"Sorry, honey. No money, no drinkee."
"That's all right. I'll pay for it."
The waitress turned and saw a man dressed in a violet, pink and canary-yellow aloha shirt, open at the collar. She shrugged. "Okay, buddy. It's your money."
The man slipped into the seat next to Denise and said, "Hope you don't mind me butting in like that. I know how it is… forgetting your money sometimes."
Denise nodded and sipped at her drink. Through the fog of alcohol that blanketed her brain, she saw an attractive man; not outstanding in looks, but not ugly.
Before she knew it, they were walking along, his arm around her waist. Much to Denise's surprise, she found she needed the extra support to keep from bouncing off the walls. The brunette had had too much to drink and barely realized it until she tried to stand.
"Don't worry about a thing, Denise," the man was saying. "We'll be up in my room in a couple minutes. Then we can get down to some fun times, you know?"
Denise nodded slightly, then turned in the circle of the man's arm to say, "Did I find out what your name was?"
"I've got so many names. Just call me Conrad." He guided her along the hallway to the door of one of the suites on the topmost floor of the hotel.
When the man opened the door, Denise caught her breath. The room she and Clark had was nice, but this was tremendous. It was outfitted for some hedonist. Someone who devoted his life to enjoying every possible luxury. The carpet was as soft as grass on a golf course. The round bed dominating the center of the massive room was fitted with white satin sheets.
A night in white satin kept going through Denise's head. She glanced up and saw the mirrors overhead. Every action on the bed would be reflected for the enjoyment of the people fucking.
"Like it?" asked Conrad.
"Hell, yes!" Denise staggered out of his arms and fell headlong onto the bed.
"Bring on the cavalry!" she cried for no [missing text].
Conrad began stripping off his clothes.
"No need for an entire regiment. I'll be able to keep you happy for a while!"
When Denise saw the man's dick slowly rising in front of his crotch, everything began to blur. Was this Clark? Ray? No, it was someone else. Who? What was the difference? He had a big cock and he wanted to stuff it into her aching, hollow cunt.
Maybe that would drive away the pain deep down inside her. Denise was feeling alone and deserted in this strange town. She needed someone to comfort her, and Conrad was offering to do just that.
She let the naked man take off her clothes as she watched his practiced motions in the mirror overhead. The ripple of his muscles along his shoulders and down his back fascinated her. He was a small man, yet he had well-toned muscles.
She liked that.
She liked it even more when Conrad began to suck on one of her tits. His wet mouth engulfed the entire ruddy plain of her areola, his tongue lashing out and pelting the growing nipple with blow after wet blow.
Denise moaned in pleasure as Conrad started to suck. He pulled the little red finger of flesh into his mouth to better tongue and lick at it. Denise's nipple received the most attention it had in a long time. Conrad didn't leave a single square millimeter of flesh untouched. He swirled, and moved his tongue around and around and tickled the aroused nipple until Denise laughed in joy.
"Tha… that's gooood, Conrad. So gooood!"
All the man could reply was, "Ummmm!"
But he continued to suck as much tit flesh as he could, slowly opening his mouth and taking the entire top of her boob into his mouth. Then he began to strain his jaws as the entire marshmallowy mound disappeared into his face.
Denise's tit didn't quite fit. Because of this, Conrad left red tooth marks up and down the sides of the snowy white cones. The slight pain heightened the sensation, however, and soon Denise was thrashing about wildly everytime Conrad's tongue pressed firmly down into her nipple.
His wet, rough tongue dragged along the delicate surface and pushed her erotic sensations to the highest possible intensity. Every touch was sheer delight. Soon, Denise couldn't bear to have Conrad ever leave her jugs unattended.
But he did. Conrad loved sucking on the milk bags, but he wanted more than a mouthful of tit.
His mouth closed over Denise's, his tongue flashing out again like a lightning bolt and worming its way into her mouth. Kissing deeply, Conrad's tongue caressed and lightly stroked Denise's. The sharp tang of her saliva met his tastebuds, and he felt his prick strain and harden to the point where it actually pained him. It throbbed and begged for release. It hurt. It was on fire. It was on fire, and the only liquid that would put the carnal blaze out was the cunt juice trickling from between Denise's satiny thighs.
Conrad wasn't one to waste time. He rolled over on top of the brunette and spread her legs with one hand. Denise instinctively spread her thighs wide.
How badly she needed a man's cock inside her cunt!
In an instant, Conrad thrust forward and his steely prick penetrated the fleshy fortress of Denise's pussy. He felt his dick gobbled up by the sucking, swallowing action of Denise's greedy cunt. As if he were being pulled into a whirlpool, Conrad found himself being dragged forward with even more force than he was exerting.
Buried balls deep inside the brunette's seething cunt, Conrad gloried in the warmth and liquid heat that bathed his massive prick. The juices of the woman's churning pussy seeped into his pillar of manmeat. He felt as if his cock was a long fuse being lit by Denise's intense inner fires.
"Yesss, oh, yesss!" the woman moaned, slurring her words. "Fuck me hard! I need you up my cunt! All the way!"
Conrad gulped as Denise contracted her cunt muscles. The force gripping his buried dong was incredible. The woman had almost complete control over her cunt muscles and made sure that the man wasn't going to leave his snug berth inside her twat.
As if Conrad wanted to!
"Ready for this, baby?"
With those words, Conrad rapidly pulled his prick out of her cunt, then smashed back into the lovely brunette's box with bruising strength. Conrad collided with Denise's tender pussylips and compressed them around his mighty dong. His balls slapped wetly against the woman's ass. And his eight-inch cock seared its way into the lovely woman's heaving belly until it was surrounded by velvety cunt walls.
"UnngghHHH!" Denise moaned as she felt the man's body ram into hers. The feeling of his pubic hair rubbing across her crotch drove her wild. The coarse hair tickled her erect clit with prickly, scratchy feelings. And the sensations of Conrad's dick surging into her humid cunt was completely and totally indescribable.
Denise was filled to overflowing with prick. She wanted to scream out her joy at having all the cock she could take. She was impaled on a spike of quivering, hard meat and could do nothing but move around it. As her juices trickled out around the plug that sealed her tight cunt hole, Denise finally succumbed to the urge and screamed out her passions.
Conrad smirked a bit, then said in a lust-dulled voice, "Really getting off, eh? How about this?"
He pulled out of the tight sheath of hot female flesh and thrust into Denise's twat one more time. The tremors that racked her body signaled an orgasm from the feeling in her belly, along the walls of her cunt, in the sensitive clit, even in her bulging tits, Denise knew that she was going to climax soon.
Conrad slowly extracted his dick amid a flood of cunt juice that soaked his balls. The man ignored the tickly feeling as he prepared for another mighty thrust up the tight snatch that Denise so willingly opened for him. He couldn't remember ever fucking a tighter, hotter chick before. Even his first piece of ass hadn't seemed this tight. And Conrad wasn't going to waste it. He wanted to prolong the wondrous sensation of shaving his cock into a flaming hot, vise-tight cunt as long as possible.
Denise trembled as Conrad's cock slid from her cunt. She felt the throb-throb-throb of his mighty dong inside her drooling snatch slowly retreat until only the broad, purpled head of his dick remained lodged inside her gash.
Denise writhed constantly on the bed, now feeling the satin under her back. The smoothness and cool crispness of the sheets turned her on. She'd never fucked on satin before. Doing it made it obvious why some of her friends continually raved about the sensuality of it. Each tiny motion was sensuous, a hedonist's delight.
When she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, she saw the mirror reflecting the image of two people fucking it took her lust-and-alcohol fogged mind an instant to realize that it was she with the creamy white legs spread so wide. And that it was Conrad with the meaty cock that was being shoved into the dark patch of her cunt mouth.
Another tremor vibrated throughout her body with the realization that she could both feel and watch herself being fucked. Never before had such an opportunity presented itself to her. It was the ultimate turn-on for the woman.
Cock seared her cunt and filled her insides with flaming desires. Electric discharges jolted through her brain and ignited depth charges deep inside her horny twat.
And watching Conrad's muscles now as he fucked her, seeing the entire sex act from the overhead perspective, was an added bonus.
The figures in the mirror rocked and bucked together. Denise hunched up to meet Conrad's thrust into her cunt and the reflection in the mirror did likewise. Conrad straightened to agonizingly pull out his prick for another thrust, and the mirror's reflection duplicated the action.
Denise had a brand-new view of fucking. She idly wondered if she would ever get off on just watching two people fuck, if she might be a voyeur rather than an active participant.
When Conrad's cock raced along her cunt, all such thoughts were erased from her mind. It was too good to ever give up to just watch. She could dig watching herself getting fucked, but doing it was the real thrill.
Conrad couldn't see the mirror but he didn't really care. He could watch Denise. The woman's tits heaved up and down as her breath began to come in sharp, staccato bunts. Watching the boobs bounce and dance like puppets turned Conrad on even more.
He picked up the tempo of his fucking, gulping as he felt the contractions of Denise's cunt as she climaxed. A giant's velvet-gloved fist grabbed at his entire dong. As if intent on milking him of every drop of his cum, Denise's cunt walls continued to squeeze tighter and tighter on his cock.
Conrad wasn't finished. He wanted more. He wanted to experience more of the woman's tight cunt, her inner heat, her passion-racked body.
Soon, he couldn't control his hips any longer. Conrad began fucking into her man-hole with long, fierce strokes. He slammed into her crotch with the force of waves smashing into a rocky coastline. His balls had tightened into a hard, compressed sphere that hung suspended under his huge prong, but they still collided with Denise's ass. Every thrust into the eager woman's cunt was deeper, more powerful.
Soon, Denise climaxed again.
"Oooohhhh! Fuck me harrrrd!" she cried, then bit her lower lip as she fully experienced the cock reaming out her aunt.
Conrad gulped as he felt his cum racing along his steel-hard shaft. When he erupted inside Denise, his jism spewed forth like an erotic fountain, bathing her juicy cunt with spurt after long spurt.
Finally, spent and tired, Conrad slowly stopped his frenetic fucking. Ali too soon, his cock deflated to limply dribble out of Denise's cunt amid a flow of cum and cunt juice.
"You're really something," he said to Denise. "I like a pro that gets off an her work."
Denise mumbled a few words that Conrad didn't understand. She was too busy studying the scene in the mirror overhead and enjoying the feel of the satin under her shoulders and ass.
Denise glanced at the naked man kneeling between her still widely spread legs.
She said, "You're not so bad yourself."
Conrad awkwardly disengaged himself from his position between her creamy smooth thighs. He walked over to his pants and pulled out his wallet.
"Fifty bucks?" he asked.
Denise was confused. "What's that?"
"I said, is fifty bucks your going rate? I'll toss in another ten because you're such a hot one." He pulled out a fifty and a ten and tossed them on top of Denise's discarded dress.
"What the hell do you think I am?" the woman stormed, realizing that he thought she was a whore.
"Look," Conrad said, menace in his voice, "you're not going to shake me down for any more than that. You're a damn good lay but not worth any hundred bucks. Take the money and get the hell out of here."
Denise sat on the sumptuous bed for a moment considering her position. She was broke and abandoned in Las Vegas. Clark had dumped her and left for good. All her money was gone. And now Conrad was giving her sixty bucks for fucking.
In spite of her in-bred morals, she silently dressed, took the money and left. It wasn't right to take money for fucking, but there was no doubt that she'd need the bread. Denise decided she would consider this a loan and pay Conrad back whenever she managed to get some legitimate money.