Denise trotted down the hall unaware of Thompson's lustful eyes fastened on her wiggly ass. He relished the sight of her long, slender legs flashing in the dim hall lights, the smooth play of her muscles under silky skin. But most of all, he liked the way her tits bounced when she walked. The woman's jugs swayed gently from side to side and, when she turned to go into the bathroom, she was momentarily silhouetted against the light.
The still aroused nipples stuck out from her boobs like fiery-red fingers.
Thompson was in no condition yet to get a hard-on. But he'd bide his time, and soon, very soon, he'd go fuck that lovely wench again. The gambler had seen broads in his day, lots of them, but never one that could equal Denise.
She frankly puzzled the man. He'd never come across a hooker who was so enthusiastic about getting fucked. And he certainly had never found one before that had a virgin asshole. That was a treat he'd thought he would never discover this side of Heaven. Not that Thompson really thought much about either Heaven or Hell.
His philosophy was simple. A man made his own Heaven or Hell on earth. Thompson made sure his existence was as close to what he considered paradise as possible. He lived well, had the flashiest of cars and poshest of pads and managed to find and fuck the sexiest chicks around the gaudy town of Las Vegas.
He had certainly lucked out when he found Denise.
The gambler wondered how many more times he could fuck her before he got tired of her tight pussy and clutching ass.
He shrugged off the thought as he rose to fix himself a drink, pouring three fingers of Wild Turkey into a glass and draining it with a single gulp. The fiery amber liquor burned down his throat and finally came to rest in the bottom of his stomach, where he felt the warmth begin to diffuse through his body. In a surprisingly short time, strength had returned to his sexually sated body, and he was ready to fuck again.
Thompson boldly marched down the hallway until he came to the bathroom door. From behind the closed door he heard the sound of gushing water rushing out to bathe the brunette beauty. He imagined the stream of water caressing Denise's slender body, rippling over her limbs and cascading off her tits. The trickling water would drip down to her cunt and finally run off her pussy mound in a pencil-thick stream of water.
The thought of the gorgeous woman running her soapy hands over her tender, succulent body began to give Thompson another hard-on. He looked down and saw his limp, sleeping snake of a cock begin to rise. In a few seconds, it was hard and throbbing in front of his body.
His cock screamed to be thrust into the wanton woman's cunt.
Wasting no time, he slipped into the steamy room, everything appearing indistinct in the small enclosure. But Thompson knew where he wanted to go. He was cocked and ready to fire again.
The shower booth contained his target – Denise's frothy, fuming and incredibly tight cunt!
The gambler quickly opened the door to the stall and slipped in beside the wet and soapy Denise.
"Thompson!" she cried in surprise. "Wh-What are you doing in here?"
"Nothing, babe. I figured I needed a bit of a shower, too, and decided to join you. Didn't want you to get lonesome or nothing. That'd be a lousy thing for a host to do to his guest. Need any help washing your back?"
He had meant to say "cunt", but he had changed his mind. This filly was a bit skittish for some reason. Most hookers he knew were as brazen as the hinges on the gate to Hell. But if she wanted to play games, that was fine with him.
As long as he got his prick up her pussy enough times.
"I… I don't think there's enough… room for both of us!" Denise blurted out in panic, not wanting Thompson to share the shower stall with her. It was irrational. She knew that. Here was a man who had just fucked her butt for the first time, had crammed his fingers up her quim, twiddled her tits and seen her totally naked and helpless with lust for him. And she was embarrassed having him in the same shower with her!
As his hands began to stroke over her lathered body, Denise could not deny there was a certain sensual delight in having him wash her. When his hands completely covered themselves in the lathery soap, he moved to her tit like a magnet attracts iron filing.
The slippery sensations of his groping hands moving across her boobs really turned her on. The rush of the water on her body stimulated her nerves and made her feel more alive than ever before. The fucking she had received heightened her senses, made her more receptive to sexual overtures on Thompson's part. And his very nearness – and the nearness of his meaty prick to her cunt – undeniably made her hot to have him inside her quim and fucking the living daylights out of her!
"Please, Thompson…"
"Please, what?" The man wanted her to beg for his cock, wanted her to tell him exactly what she needed before he gave it to her.
"I… I love the feel of your hands on my body. Keep stroking my breasts like thaaat! Yyesss!"
"You really love it, don't you? What else do you want besides my hand on your body?" he asked as he began to stroke across her pussylips, compressing them between his strong fingers.
"Th… the… your cock! I want your cock inside me!" she blurted out in a fit of passion.
The feelings surging into the lovely woman's body had obliterated all thoughts that this scene wasn't entirely proper. What difference did it make that she was sharing a shower with the man who had just fucked her ass? Denise had a long ways to go to clear out the cobwebs in the logic of her puritan morals, and this was merely one step in that direction.
Thompson continued to soap the dark-haired beauty's back and sides. His hands lingered on her tits while his fingers pressed the nipples down into their marshmallowy bases. Denise's tits flowed and smashed like putty under the gambler's strong manipulations.
Denise slipped and fell back against the wall of the shower. As she slid down the tiled wall, she spread her legs and involuntarily opened her snatch to the man. Thompson didn't miss the significance of the action. But he wasn't ready yet to fuck that lovely, beckoning man-hole hidden under the curly bush of her pussy hair.
He wanted to try out a bit more foreplay first.
The man turned his back to the stream of water jetting down from the nozzle and faced Denise.
"How does this feel?" the gambler asked his willing partner.
Thompson began to fondle Denise's tits with both of his hands. The soap suds made his fingers squirt and slip on the smooth flesh and gave an incredibly erotic feel to his actions.
Denise moaned in pleasure at the feel of the man's hands on her boobs. Thompson gripped her jugs and began to rotate them. He took her left knocker and twisted it in a counterclockwise direction. The right tit was turned clockwise. Denise had the impression she would have her soap-cover jugs ripped off her chest. But she didn't complain. The feeling was an odd combination of pleasure and pain. The mixture of emotions in her body was something new.
Soon, the pleasure more than dominated the pain. The discomfort merely added to her pleasure by giving her something to compare the delight to. Denise enjoyed to the fullest the stabs of joy that lanced into her chest. Her lungs seemed to be on fire with the burning lust that the man was generating in her torso.
It was fire that couldn't, be put out standing under the jet of water. It was a fire of lust that had to be extinguished with the firehose of Thompson's raging cock.
Denise leaned back against the cool, smooth wall while Thompson man-handled her boobs. The water sensuously stimulated every nerve in her body and made her feel vibrant, alive and ready for mow fucking.
Thompson sensed her readiness when his hand strayed from one soap-sudsy boob down to her brunette thatched twat. The thick oil that gushed forth onto his hand was not the product of a detergent company. It was cunt juice. Denise was ready to fuck.
The gambler knew that if he stuck his cock into Denise's exposed, hair rimmed cunt, it would eventually be painful for both of them. The rush of water would rob Denise's cunt of its natural lubrication, and the friction would become unbearable. Each thrust of his cock into her pussy would be agony. And it would be a pain without the benefit of any pleasure at all.
"Hang on a second, baby," the gambler said as he opened the door of the shower stall. He groped around in the steam filled room until he located the jar of petroleum jelly. He smeared a liberal portion all over his erect, throbbing cock. The man scooped out another big gob of the thick jelly and turned back to Denise.
His fingers disappeared into her juicy cunt. In a matter of seconds, the petroleum jelly had been added to her natural oils.
"Just making sure of a smooth ride!"
"To hell with that! Fuck me!" Denise's passions had mounted to the point where she was ready for anything. She was fired of the man's preliminaries.
"You asked for it!"
Thompson slammed the door shut and spun to face Denise. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her into the air. At the same time, he leaned back and braced himself against the tiled wall of the shower. Denise rose in an arc, then descended to impale her cunt on his rigid, throbbing cock. The gobs of artificial lubrication proved to be necessary. Denise felt her own cunt juices sluiced away by the raging torrents of water gushing out of the showerhead. The thick paste lubricant remained and eased the entry of Thompson's prick into her cunt.
Denise spread her legs and wrapped them around the gambler's waist, as she settled down on his jerking prick, the woman wiggled a bit to make sure it penetrated her hole as far as possible. She had him and didn't want to miss out on a single millimeter of Thompson's, long and very delightful dick.
Crammed to the balls inside the woman's cunt, Thompson was content. He felt the jelly slowly melting inside Denise's inner heat. His cock was jerking and puking with renewed vitality as his passions mounted. Having such a sexy and wanton woman shoved down on his dick made it even harder than it had been.
Denise felt the increased stiffening inside her pussy. The water needled into her sensitive tug and stimulated her even further. Being held at the waist by Thompson, she flung her arms up over her head and leaned backwards. This bent the man's cock inside her box, when the sensitive underside of his prick began to rub against the well-lubricated cunt walls, Denise shook all over as if she were possessed by some carnal and totally erotic palsy.
Thompson was hardly able to control his own body's shivering either. The way Denise leaned back and stretched his cock out, he felt as if he would have his precious jewels ripped from his groin. When the soaked and highly aroused brunette began to wiggle and twitch her hips back and forth, Thompson was ready to fuck her long and hard all day and far into the night if he could.
"Ready for a ride, sweetie?" he asked.
Denise could only moan when she answered him. Her passions were too great to allow more than a satisfied groan.
The gambler began to bounce her up and down along the entire length of his prick. The woman's body rode up, then dropped down around his impaling spike of hard cock. With the water needling into both of their bodies, every single nerve ending was sensitized and screaming out its electrical cry of joy.
Thompson felt his balls tighten as the water dripped around his cock and onto his nuts. Every time he pulled out of the jelly-filled cunt of the gorgeous woman wrapped around his waist, there was a lewd smucking noise that could be heard over the roar of the water. The sound of his dick surging in and out of the wanton woman's clutching pussy really turned the gambler on in a big way.
But the real turn-on for the man was the feel of Denise wrapped around his body like a boa constrictor. As he bounced her up and down on his cock, he was surrounded by the flaming hot, seething interior of Denise's cunt. The dark haired beauty's snatch was so incredibly hot and tight that Thompson thought he would have melted if it hadn't been for the water cooling his tool.
Lances of sheer pleasure jabbed into his belly and slowly spread into his body. His stomach muscles contracted each time he lifted the willing woman high for her return trip down the full length of his jerking, steely prick.
As Denise slammed down into Thompson's cock, she was assailed with a wide variety of sensory delights. The feel of the man's prick inside her tight cunt satisfied her basic sexual need. She needed – demanded – to be fucked hard.
And she was receiving the fucking of her young life.
The water soaked her and trickled down her lustrous dark hair. The strands cascaded around her shoulders and down her back to add to the different feeling of fucking under the raging torrents of descending water from the showerhead.
And the very location of the fucking was completely different for Denise. She had never allowed a man to fuck her in a bath or shower before. The brunette had to admit it was a totally different sensation. It was something she enjoyed far more than she could have imagined before they had started fucking.
The needles of water hitting her skin made her feel alive, more alive than ever before. The cock ramming far into her twat as she plummeted down satisfied her inner needs. The wet sliding of Thompson's hands around her waist further stimulated her.
Denise's body was a vessel completely filled to overflowing with wonderful sensations. She had cock and plenty of it inside her cunt. Her skin tingled and was excited by the jetting water. The gambler's strong hands kept her moving up and down on his long prong.
Denise climaxed.
As she did, her cunt convulsed in reaction and squeezed down on Thompson's buried prick like a hard fist. This was all it took to trigger his orgasm. The gambler's cock jerked and throbbed, then began to spew out jism into the eagerly awaiting cunt.
When their passions had abated, the pair weakly propped each other upright in the shower stall. For long minutes, they stood and allowed the water to renew their strength.
Soon, Thompson said, "A good fuck, baby, a damn good fuck. Hurry up and dry off because I got some friends coming over for a little party. They should be here any minute."
Without a further word, the gambler left Denise to finish her shower. She reluctantly watched him grab a towel and leave. He was such a fine man and could fuck her until her toes tingled with excitement. The soap quickly disappeared from her trim, flushed skin and she climbed out of the shower, wishing Thompson would come back and fuck her just one more time.
His cock was soooo big!