As Monica let herself into her apartment, she felt a pleasantly bruised sensation in her cunt. That was the only evidence of what she'd just done. It seemed unreal to her that she'd just fucked a stranger, but then the whole day had been pretty unreal.
It had started with her brand-new husband being jerked out of her bed and out of her life by that business emergency. Then she'd discovered his affair with his secretary. Then she'd picked up the first attractive man she met. Yes, it had been a very unusual day, and very busy. Yet she had a hunch that it wasn't over yet.
She showered, had something to eat, cleaned up the apartment, then sat on the couch and yawned. Without Mark there really wasn't anything to do, nobody to cook for or talk to or go out with. She knew she couldn't take a whole week of sitting in the apartment by herself, and she sure as hell couldn't go a whole week without sex.
In fact even after her hot fucking with David, she was starting to feel lusty again. She thought of all the attractive men out there, all the horny ones, and the terrific adventures she could have with them, and her pussy got all hot and wet and swollen. Why not just fuck every attractive guy she met? After what Mark had done to her, she didn't feel that she had to play by the rules.
Her mind made up, she dressed in a sexy black dress that was cut very low in front, showing the deep cleavage of her big firm tits. She knew she looked outrageously sexy in that dress. She'd worn it on her first date with Mark, and he'd spent the whole evening staring down the front of it. But she wasn't going to think about Mark tonight.
No, she was going to go out to a high-class bar and pick up a man, and she wasn't going to give her cheating husband a single thought. Why should she? She applied her make-up carefully, brushed her long dark hair till it gleamed, then strolled out without a twinge of guilt. All she felt was excitement about the adventures and the men which awaited her.
She found a cocktail lounge she'd never visited before and took a small table by herself. Right away she wondered if she'd made a mistake. Every unattached man in the place was staring at her, like a pack of wolves surrounding a lone lamb. Even the men who were there with dates had a hard time keeping their eyes off her. Nervously she ordered a double martini. She needed the alcohol to relax her. She wasn't used to having a whole roomful of men undress her with their eyes.
A lot of them looked as if they'd like to come over and talk to her, but only one of them did. He was more confident than the others, and he approached her as if he had no fears of being turned down. He was maybe fifty, tall, distinguished-looking, with salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly groomed mustache. Monica liked his appearance very much.
"Good evening," he smiled, "my name is Kurt. I'd love to buy you a drink and sit and talk with you."
"Why, thank you, Kurt, that sounds nice," Monica said.
He was an expert at seductions. He never got out of line, never said a thing she could object to, yet he seemed to be oozing sex signals. Just his eyes and his voice got her turned on like crazy. She wasn't sure how he did it, but she definitely wanted more of it – a whole lot more. If he was as good at fucking as he was at talking, she could hardly wait.
"It's noisy in here," he said after awhile, "would you like to go to my apartment? It's not far away."
"All right, Kurt," Monica said, trying to hide her eagerness.
She got more and more impressed as the elevator rose in the modern apartment building a few blocks away. They didn't get off till they reached the penthouse suite at the very top. Kurt ushered Monica into a luxuriously furnished apartment with huge rooms and a sweeping view of the city. He already had a pitcher of martinis on ice, as if he'd been expecting to score. This guy seemed to be successful at everything he did.
"This apartment is beautiful, Kurt," Monica said.
"Speaking of beautiful," he said, moving close to her.
He didn't finish his sentence. He gave her a steamy deep tongue kiss that made her cream right through her panties and turned her knees to rubber. Then he calmly handed her a drink and sat down on the enormous white couch. Monica stood there sipping her drink and waiting to see what he wanted. This was the kind of man who called all the shots.
He slowly and carefully studied her figure, sipping his martini, taking his time. Finally he said, "You're a very beautiful girl, Monica. I have a feeling this evening is going to be very exciting for both of us. I'd like you to begin by going down on me."
Monica reddened. His request was very abrupt. But at the same time she felt a surge of lust. She drained her glass, set it aside, and knelt before him on the deep soft rug. She leaned forward, between his legs, and unzipped his fly. She was surprised to find that he wasn't wearing shorts. He didn't seem the type to go without them. But maybe he believed in being prepared.
She eased his cock out of his pants and rested it on her palm. She dipped her head down, stuck out her little pink tongue, and began to lick his cock meat. He shivered a little but otherwise showed no reaction. He was a very cool customer, this Kurt. He went on sipping his martini while she tongued his prick and lathered it all over with her hot spit.
When she'd coated his whole cock, she lifted it up and caught it between her red-glossed lips and sucked it into her mouth. Another lusty shiver from Kurt and maybe just a low moan, she wasn't sure. She sucked in his whole long semi-rigid cock, sheathing it in the juicy heat of her mouth. She began to suck it greedily, making a lewd slurping noise.
"Yes, that's it, suck," Kurt said hoarsely.
So she was getting to him after all. She had further proof a few minutes later as his cock swelled to its full dimensions, cramming her mouth. It mushroomed right back into her throat, almost choking her, and she had to draw back a little. She fisted the thick hairy base and sucked the rest, giving it to him forcefully and fast. She was hungry for him to cream, and she couldn't hide it.
"Mmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned.
Kurt smiled and nodded approvingly, then went back to sipping his martini. The guy was rich and attractive, and he'd undoubtedly had hundreds of pretty girls up to his apartment. It wouldn't be easy to surprise or impress him. Still he seemed to be enjoying himself in his own cool way, his handsome face getting a little flushed, his breathing getting heavier and louder.
"Yes," he whispered, "I like to be sucked hard. I like a woman who's hungry for it."
Monica caught herself drooling all over his cock as the first tasty globs of cream bubbled from his piss hole. They dropped onto her taste buds, and she savored them before swallowing. She kept suctioning the hot liquid out of the cleft of his cock, greedily eating his cream. Again he nodded his approval. He clearly liked it that she didn't hide her hunger for his cock.
As her excitement mounted, she sucked faster and faster, still making that obscene wet noise. She could feel his meat throbbing on her tongue. Thick gobs of cream oozed out of his piss hole and dropped onto her tongue, where she greedily savored them. With her hot little fist she kept pumping the thick shaft of his prick, working to the rhythm of her sucking lips.
"Very good," he rasped. "You really like doing that, don't you, Monica?"
Of course she couldn't answer and wasn't expected to. She just went on sucking, and now she was starting to get a real reaction from him. Even Kurt couldn't keep his cool forever. He slumped back on the couch and began to breathe loudly and harshly, and his face got very flushed. His cream was oozing out steadily now.
"Massage my balls," he ordered hoarsely.
With her free hand Monica reached into his pants and carefully drew out the hot coarse haired bags. She massaged them to the rhythm of her sucking and felt them boil and throb with their hot load. Kurt's eyes rolled crazily, then closed tight, and she realized that he was right on the brink of coming. She gave his prick a long firm suck.
"Unngghhhhh, awwwww!" he groaned.
Suddenly Monica's mouth was full of his jizz. Her cheeks were almost bursting with the sizzling load. She gulped it down fast before it spurted from her lips. He groaned and filled her mouth again, and she gurgled happily as she swallowed the delicious thick cream. He went on pumping the stuff into her mouth for almost a minute, then sank back with a satisfied sigh.
"Excellent," he said. "You have a natural talent for cock-sucking, Monica. Now I'd like you to undress, please."
Monica found herself wanting to do whatever he asked. She stood up and unzipped her dress and let it float to the floor. He ogled the tightly-packed cups of her bra, and his eyes widened appreciatively as she removed the bra and her big ripe tits stuck out firmly. She wriggled out of her bikini panties and stood before him naked.
"Your husband is a very lucky man," Kurt said, his eyes roaming hungrily over her gorgeous young body.
"Let's leave my husband out of this, please," Monica said.
"Oh, sorry, I really shouldn't pry," Kurt smiled. "It won't happen again, I promise you. Now please come over here and lie down on the couch."
Monica obeyed, and he positioned her on her back with one leg draped up over the back of the couch and the other dangling off the edge. Her pussy was fully exposed to the light of the room. Kurt stood up and studied the moist pink flesh and its fringe of delicate dark curls. He took off his clothes neatly and gradually, as cool as ever.
He was in terrific shape for a man his age, lean and hard-muscled. Monica was very turned on by his body. It was also turning her on in a kinky way to lie there with her slit exposed to his hungry eyes. She was creaming heavily, and he must have noticed the pearly liquid overflowing her cunt and trickling down over the puckered mouth of her shitter.
He must have known she was hot for him, but still he took his time, folding his clothes as he removed them and carefully setting them aside. Whatever way he'd made all his money, Kurt was clearly used to letting people wait. But Monica was sure he never waited for anyone. Anybody coming between Kurt and his goals would simply be written out of his life.
She sensed he was a hard-playing, ambitious man and also very sensual. He had good control of his emotions, but he was basically a sex maniac just like she was. Naked, he lay down between her legs, and although he looked perfectly cool, she could feel him breathing heavily on her naked pussy. Then she felt the first hot touch of his tongue on that swollen sensitive flesh, and she shivered with excitement.
"Mmmmm, yesss, go down on me, Kurt," she murmured, "I just love that."
Kurt seemed pretty fond of it himself. In fad it wasn't long before Monica realized that pussy-eating was his favorite indoor sport. Characteristically, he took his time, lapping every inch of her tangy-tasting slit, lathering every bit of it with his hot spit. His stiff probing tongue snaked into every hot fold and cranny of her aroused gash.
"Ohhhh, God, that's so good," she whimpered.
In her hot arousal she was creaming steadily, and Kurt greedily tongued up every bit of her cream and gobbled it. He acted like he couldn't get enough of the musky juice. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, lapping and probing and teasing. But finally he began to concentrate on just one spot, the hooded little bud of her clit.
Of course that was the best spot of all, the most sensitive and receptive. Monica gurgled with pleasure as Kurt ran the stiff tip of his tongue around and around the stiffening shaft of her joy button, teasing it into its own tiny hard-on. He tongued her clit in that swift circular motion till it was engorged and rigid, swollen up with lust. In that condition it was twice as sensitive as usual. He began to whip it with the pointed tip of his tongue, and Monica almost flew off the couch.
"Unnnhhh, yessss, lick me there," she cried.
He flicked his tongue stiffly up and down over her wildly throbbing joy button, doing it fast and firmly, giving her a continuous buzz of hot sensation. Monica loved it. She soaked his bobbing chin with hot spurts of pussy cream, and she clawed the couch as he expertly tongued her to a fever pitch of arousal. She felt like she had to come or go crazy.
"Do it to me, get me off," she pleaded hoarsely, "I just have to come, Kurt."
"Don't worry, my dear," he chuckled. "You'll have all the orgasms you want tonight."
That was hard to believe, but he sounded confident. And if he could eat pussy like that, he could get her off dozens of times, that was for sure. Now he was jamming his lips onto her erect clit and starting to suck her off. She gave a yelp of delight and closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the fantastic sensations he was giving her with his swiftly massaging lips.
"Oooooo, shit, yessss, I'm almost there," she hissed.
The big room echoed with the obscene wet sounds of his sucking, but the noise just added to Monica's insane arousal. The guy was driving her to a frenzy of need, and she arched her body up sharply, shoving her clit between his lips, desperate to come. She really didn't have to work at it, though. In seconds Kurt had her teetering on the brink of climax.
Feverishly horny, Monica whimpered and groaned as he sucked her off. She felt the hot orgasm starting at the base of her clit and exploding outward, shaking her whole body deliciously. Her thick molten cream gushed out in uncontrollable floods, drenching Kurt's face, and her body went into violent convulsions of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, God, you did it, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Kurt rose to his knees and watched the results of his expert pussy-eating. Monica's tall body was bucking helplessly, her luscious big tits wobbling like jello. Her pretty face was all contorted with lust, her teeth flashing. It took her almost a full minute to finish coming, and then she sank back and gasped for breath. Kurt didn't give her much time to rest, though. She'd barely finished her first climax when he began working her toward a second one.
"Ohhhhh, my God, ohhhh," she gasped as he plunged his head between her thighs.
This time there was no preliminaries. He went right for the target. Monica gurgled in ecstasy as he crammed his whole tongue up her cunt. Making the wet meat long and rigid, he plowed it into her clear to the root, filling her with it. Then he began to tongue-fuck her in rough fast strokes, and she clawed the couch and wailed.
"I love it, Kurt, I love it," she cried.
Again that lewd wet sucking sound echoed through the room, but this time it was caused by his thick tongue pistoning up and down in her snug cunt and reaming out her juice. Monica let her head loll back, and she closed her eyes, surrendering herself completely to his expert tongue. She'd never felt such exquisite pleasure in her life.
"Ohhhhh, yes, don't ever stop," she sobbed, "do it to me forever, Kurt."
If he put a much skill and care into making money as he did into eating pussy, he had to be a millionaire. Within a minute or two he had Monica whimpering on the verge of another body-wracking climax. Even though she'd just come like crazy, she was ready to come again.
Kurt pistoned his stiff tongue faster and faster in her greedily gripping cunt, and the pleasure built in her pussy till she couldn't contain it any longer.
"Ohhhh, God, ohhhh, I'm coming!" she howled.
This time Kurt stayed with her, clutching her ass and holding her squirting pussy right against his face. He kept his big tongue buried to the hilt in her convulsing cuntal tube, feeling the hungry hard spasms all around him. When she finally finished coming, he pulled his tongue out of her and licked his lips to get the last drops of her tangy-tasting come.
Then, without another word, he rolled her over into the doggy position. Monica clutched the arm of the couch to steady herself, then whimpered shrilly as he eased his rock-hard boner into her cunt. His horniness was showing at last. He couldn't be slow and methodical this time. He started fucking her roughly, urgently, and he groaned with delight as he sheathed his prick in her velvety wet pussy hole.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, yessss," he moaned.
"Yes, fuck me, Kurt," Monica cried, "really give it to me."
His belly was slapping loudly against her ass as he hammered his prick into her, but she didn't mind his roughness at all. She needed it. She had a whole lot of lust stored up from those virginal years, a whole boiling caldron of needs and desires. She hoped he'd fuck her till she couldn't take it any more. Then maybe she'd be satisfied at last.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted hoarsely.
Kurt was groaning steadily now, hammering his stiff prick into her with all his speed and strength. The big couch creaked and rocked. Monica clutched the arm, her body shaking and shuddering with the impact of his lusty fucking. Each powerful thrust gave her a bomb-blast of pleasure and made her cream furiously, soaking his pistoning prick. She could have come at any moment, but she greedily prolonged her excitement.
"I'm going to come," Kurt groaned, "any second now."
Always the gentleman, he was warning her that she'd better get off while, she still could. Monica tightened her cunt around his hammering prick, making red-hot friction. That was all it took to send her into orbit. She felt the orgasm exploding out from the depths of her cunt and flaming through her body.
"I'm coming, Kurt!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, my God, am I coming!"
"Ahhhhhh, Christ, aaagghhh!" he roared. Monica gurgled blissfully as he sizzled his come into her greedily gulping twat. It occurred to her that she hadn't thought about her brand-new husband for almost an hour. But that was only fair. She was certain that Mark wasn't thinking about her, either. He was probably too busy having fun with Roberta, his lovely blond secretary.
"Let's have a rest and a drink, then get back to this," Kurt proposed.
"All right, Kurt," Monica purred, "why not?"