A.C. Faro cut a striking figure at forty-four: tall, athletic and ruggedly handsome with graying temples and strong, hard teeth. You noticed the teeth, Tonya thought, as she lay on the bed watching him grin into the mouth-piece of the telephone; he smiled a lot. When he entered a room it was the first thing of him that you noticed, those gleaming, square white teeth. Damn… and he was her own virile provider, the Police Commissioner himself, no less… a considerable boast for a girl who'd spent her thirteenth birthday in a house of correction, not to see the "outside" again until she was eighteen. But who in Rio Lado, these many years later, would believe that? Call girl, dirty pictures, lewd movies… just who would believe that of Tonya Faro, the Commissioner's wife?
She tittered smugly aloud, catching his attention, and he raised his eyes in question as he continued to smile into the phone instrument. She shook her attractive head negatively and he went on with his conversation.
"As you know, I intended to feel him out, Judge, but it wasn't necessary; he came to me. I mean, hell, we don't have to solicit him… he wants our help too bad," the Commissioner said, still smiling. "The way I see it, he figures he can't be certain without Judge Reed behind him…"
Tonya rolled onto her side where she lay on the bed, facing her husband who stood beside it naked, having interrupted their little afternoon party to make his expected, punctual report; he was engrossed in his conversation. She loved him, she mused, and who on earth wouldn't. What a tremendous union they had. Her large dark eyes wandered down his big frame and locked on his beautiful, massive cock that was quickly losing its vigor now that his mind was elsewhere but on her. Not that it took any great amount of doing to stimulate it into an exciting hardness, but it occurred to her that to taunt him while he was conversing with the obese master would be amusing.
She slithered across the bed and reached out to take its limpness into her small, soft hand. She felt him jerk, heard him gulp, then apologize as she began to teasingly milk it and giggle at the same time.
"No," he said into the phone, the long muscles of his thighs twitching at her teasing manipulations. "I just let him think he was petitioning me, Judge. Then, I told him I'd speak to you… thought that was probably the way you'd want it… (Damn you, stop that. I'm talking to Judge Reed…) Yes, Judge… that's the way I see it, too. He feels he needs our backing to be sure… (You wait till I get off this phone!) Yeah, that's right… her name's Dianne. A real luscious dish, your honor…"
Tonya reached down beneath his re-erected prick and began to stroke the heavy velvet-textured balls. She smiled up at him innocently as she weighed them in her hand. She by-passed the urge to give them a slight squeeze at the mention of Dianne Coleman's name, realizing the powerful gargoyle had instigated the question. Obviously, he'd heard about the little stuck-up, blonde bitch and decided he'd like a sample. A tiny shudder coursed over her smooth, naked flesh at the thought. It took a pro… at least a girl somewhat hardened to the game to stomach the judge… and she ought to know. She'd had to spend more than a little time satisfying his perverted desires… but it was a small measure to give for what they received in return from the powerful "king-maker". And all she had to do was look around her at the plush luxury of her home, her wonderful husband and the full exciting life he'd given her to know that she'd service a horse if he told her to. She loved him that much.
"It's in the bag, as they say, Judge," A.C. went on, while she moved her hand back up to his prick, bending it toward her and forcing him to turn and face her.
Then, she took it into her mouth, slipping her warm, teasing lips down over its throbbing head wetly while she worked her tongue into its tiny split, finally swirling the oral projector around its blood-filled head wildly.
"Y-Yes… yes, Judge… I-I will… I will. N-No, I feel fine… sure, just… just excited about Coleman, is all. Y-You bet. 'Bye… What? Yes, I-I'll let you know. Right. G-Goodbye…"
Tonya couldn't keep her face straight. She had her mouth filled with the head of his shaft, but she was grinning at the same time and looking up at him, her eyes like two brown marbles lying in milk.
Faro grinned down at her. He planted his hands on his hips and stood spread legged while she lay on her belly and sucked at his prick enthusiastically, those big dark-eyes gaping up at him innocently.
Christ, he loved her, he thought! What a wanton, beautiful, delectable whore she was. She'd struck him the same way the first night he'd laid her in San Francisco at the Police Officials Convention. Seven years she'd been his wife and never for one moment since Nora's death had he been sorry for marrying her. She's made it all worth while… worth coming home to… and that was more than he could ever say for Nora in twenty years of wedlock.
So, the kids didn't like her… to hell with them. They had their own lives now. And he'd bet his next year's income that their sex existence couldn't begin to match his. Damnit, he hadn't lived until he'd met Tonya. Call girl? Yeah… she had to be; she needed that much loving… at least, he satisfied himself with that explanation.
Now, he looked down at her… smirking as she continued to suck on the head of his prick. Cripes, he could fuck her all morning and all afternoon… yes, even into the night and she'd wake him up by squeezing his balls and cock, looking for more. She was insatiable… but Goddamn, deliciously so, his true counterpart in lust, he knew.
She lay on her belly, her torso raised from the bed and braced by her elbows, one small hand encircling the base of his cock while the other cradled his balls; her high-set, round full breasts hung forward, their brown nipples hardened in her excitement, reminding him of a carved mermaid attached to the bow of a sailing ship, while his cock stuck from her mouth like its bowsprit. He ran his hands through her silky, raven-black hair, his eyes devouring the smooth, creamy skin of her back that narrowed into the girlish waist, then flared out into enticingly rounded hips, and full, globular buttocks. Her perfectly tapered thighs she had spread comfortably and her shapely lower-legs were raised, bent at the knees so that he could see the soft pink soles of her feet wrinkling as she twitched and curled her toes contentedly to the sucking and licking of his continually hardening prick in his mouth.
"You know," he said, clutching his fingers in her hair and giving his loins a little thrust forward, "I ought to spank your ass for being such a damn little pest."
"Um hum," she murmured nasally, accepting the extra measure of prick he pressed into the warm cavern of her mouth eagerly.
"Th-that was Judge Reed… and… and he's going to back… back Coleman, which… which means I'll be… be his campaign manager…"
"Um hum."
"And… and now I've got to… to call him and set things… things up for tonight… ooohhh… They'll… they'll be dining at our… our table, Baby…"
Abruptly, she stopped her buccal nursing, raised her big eyes and slowly slipped back off the end of his hardened fleshy rod. She licked at her lips and smiled up at him.
"You mean, the Colemans' are going to be our partners tonight?" she questioned, her excitement obvious to him.
He continued to smile as he nodded down at her. Their broad approach to mate-swapping and other extracurricular affairs were the secret ingredients that had made their marriage an average success. If anything, their mutual permissive arrangement had brought them closer together, and more than once each had helped the other accomplish a desired seduction.
"You like that, eh Baby?" he said, her sudden elation no surprise to him: she'd had designs on Mark Coleman for months, along with a dozen other wives at the club, but the young attorney had seemingly followed a straight and narrow path, cleverly keeping himself a friend to all, but obligated to none. He was a discreet one, all right.
"I like it very much, Daddy," she crooned, raising up to sit back on her haunches while his eyes darted to her soft flat belly and downward between her slightly spread thighs where he could see through the dark pubic hair covering her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly from her arousal of a few moments before. "And I imagine the idea of getting into that little blonde wife of his isn't exactly upsetting to you, is it, Darling?"
A.C. grinned as he thought of Dianne Coleman's luscious young body. "That innocent little bitch makes my cock jump every time I see her," he said softly in concentrated thought.
"Hmmm, that's not saying too much for her," retorted his wife teasingly. "I know a couple of whores who've performed that effortless task…"
She saw the gleam of mischief leap into his eyes, but was not quick enough to escape his dive forward and widespread arms. With a little squeal she tried to roll clear of the bed and suddenly found herself flat on her back, her legs held high and wide apart, his rugged face grinning at her from where it was poised just above the split of her soft, dark-covered crotch.
"Oh, damn you," she half-smiled at him, her head raised so that he could see down between the full, erect mounds of her breasts, her breath catching in her throat at the mere anticipation of what he was going to do. "I-I won't be responsible," she stammered. Having her pussy licked set her wild and he knew it. "Y-You better not… if… if you ever want to get to the club for dinner with the Colemans…"
A.C. snickered as he placed the flat of his palms against the quivering inner sides of her thighs and with his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt, slowly drew the ragged pink lips apart exposing the moist coral slit before him; then, he softly blew his cool breath into it.
"Oooohhh… damn you, A.C. I can't resist that and you know it… ooohhh."
"I was going to have mercy on you this afternoon," he said, licking at his lips suggestively, "…was going to let you get plenty of rest so you'd be able to handle Mark Coleman tonight… but you had to keep pestering me, now you take your punishment."
"Oohhh Honey… you better listen to me," she almost whined, her soft white body beginning to twitch before him even though he had not yet attacked. "I-I'll handle two of you and… and four Mark Colemans in a row, b-but I don't know what you'll ever do with that wife of his i-if you start this because I'll d-drain you, so help me I will…"
Again, A.C. snickered as he blew his breath into the moist pink flesh of her pussy that he still held splayed wide with the gentle pressure of his thumbs, raising another gasp from deep in her chest while his cock lurched and he ground it against the satiny coverlet beneath him. It was all a game they both loved to play, teasing, taunting, threatening one another in their sexcapades, yet their own private sincere way of expressing their love, each to the other. Even so, he knew that oral manipulation of her vagina drove her nearly out of her mind, to such an extent that a half-dozen orgasms might not satisfy her, but right now he felt as mischievous as she had, as well as elated over the Coleman accomplishment; an acquisition that was going to bring new gold into the coffers as well as some fresh sexual embellishments. Damnit, a little celebration was in order… and how better than his own wife's wildly exciting cunt!
"Darling, please… I'll go wild today… I know I will," Tonya begged. "J-Just let me do you. Honest, Darling… wait until tonight when we get home… please… I'm begging." She gaped down at him with open mouth to where he was raised menacingly above her widespread crotch, wanting it so badly, yet, knowing what it meant. "Please… please… just let me suck you. You know I cum too when I do that… please…"
"Are you sorry for pestering me?" A.C. said, flicking his tongue out in a lapping movement only a fraction of an inch from her open palpitating pussy.
Tonya sensed a shudder ripple over her, almost as if the actual contact of his hot tongue with her seething vagina had been made. "Yes, Darling, yes… forgive me! I'm begging, sweetheart…!"
A.C. chuckled. God, what a woman! "Okay, this time I'll give in," he said, moving from between her legs to crawl up beside her and drop his head onto the pillow, then roll onto his back, the throbbing tower of his prick pointing, ceilingward. "But you better do a crackup job of sucking, Baby, or I'm going to change my mind."
She laughed, kissed wetly, searching his mouth with her tongue, then scrambled down to haunch on all fours over his loins, stroking his rigid staff first with one hand and then between both at the same time, causing him to thrust his loins upward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed over the jerking, sensitive head of his cock.
Immediately he reached down, entangling his hands tightly in her short black hair, guiding the cadence of her bobbing head below. He raised up from the pillow to watch her ovaled mouth, it added an excitement to the sensation watching the thickness of his massive tool buried between her sucking lips.
He felt the insane, educated twirling of her tongue about the moist viscidness of the blood-inflated tip and twisted his head to watch in the large, strategically placed, bedside mirror, getting a voyeur's-eye view of his wife's attractive face absorbing his ever hardening prick sawing in and out of her roundly stretched mouth. The mere reflected scene made his loins tighten and jerk up into her face, presenting a picture that would appear as if she were taking the full length of it all the way into her throat. Only a small portion of it remained white and glistening as it protruded from between her lips.
God, what a woman, his mind repeated subconsciously as she did whatever it was she performed with her tongue on the upstroke that made the smooth rubbery head of his prick jerk as though all of his pulse were centered there. The scene the mirror reflected mesmerized him and his excitement grew as he saw the pink flesh of her lips being pulled out bizarrely, adhering to that of his cock as she sucked it greedily, her whole being seemingly devoted to the task. Her magnificent breasts were jerking and swaying in a wild rhythm, contributing unbelievable viewing pleasure to the lewd spectacle reflected in the mirror.
"Oh… you lovable bitch… suck it… suck it!" he groaned down at her through clenched teeth, flopping his head backward to the pillow momentarily, visualizing the beautiful face of young Dianne Coleman grotesquely absorbing his massive cock deep in her throat. What a delicious seduction she was going to be when he got her. It wasn't going to be easy, he knew, but he'd get her now, her own husband had agreed… that was part of it. And Goddamn… he'd shoot his hot, sticky load right down her throat and make her beg for more!
"Oh Christ… suck that thing, damn you," he hissed, raising his head once more to watch her labors below. The late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window caused her body to sparkle from the pinpoints of sweat beading on her soft smooth skin. God! He'd like to piss right in her mouth this second. He wished he could! The pressure was growing unbearable in his balls. It wasn't far off now! His cock felt like a Roman candle that had been overpacked and its fuse just lit, and suddenly he wondered when it ignited if maybe it wouldn't shoot right through her and come out the back of her head as it soared off into outer space. He rammed his pelvis hard up against her receptive face, working desperately now to relieve the fantastic pressure mounting, expanding, building… and then he felt it!
It began deep in his groin somewhere, the telltale indication that the swirling pool was about to erupt. His balls tingled as if someone had jabbed a needle into them and he felt the scalding stream rush jet-like the distance of his thrusting cock. He roared a guttural sound and clenched his teeth in a conglomeration of pain-pleasure ecstasy.
His brain was suddenly caught in a sensation of suspended animation as his prick began an insane jerking and spewing, filling Tonya's voraciously sucking mouth with great gushes of his seething white sperm, expanding her soft cheeks unbelievably with every pressurized squirt, causing her to swallow and swallow and swallow… or choke… while he listened half-consciously to her mewling and crooning and realized that she too was experiencing her climax.
"Oh Christ, don't stop… don't stop now!" he pleaded. "Suck it, Baby! Suck it…!"
He wound his hands tighter in her short cropped hair as he rammed his convulsively spurting prick farther and farther down her throat. And never once did she falter, but went on sucking insanely as he continued to shoot his load far into the hungry depths of her mouth.
Then… as if somehow he'd endured the volcanic eruption… he grunted and gasped, finally groaned, while he spilled out the last of his semen between her lips; still, she went on sucking, but more gently now, nibbling simultaneously and drawing every last drop of the vital fluid from him.
He raised to take one last look and watch his lifeless penis grow flaccid in her mouth. Then, he dropped back and relaxed in utter exhaustion. She had lowered her face onto his thigh, but had not yet given up his now lifeless penis from her mouth, only continued to lip and tongue it reverently. Finally, she did, crawling up over him to lean down and kiss him warmly on the mouth and smearing his lips with the remnants of his own orgasm.
"You know," she said teasingly, "You were doing so good, too. What happened, Darling?" "Cyclone," he muttered.
"Uh hum. And you were going to do that to me?"
"Cannonize you, I think."
She laughed warmly, cuddling down beside him to rest her head on his arm and raise one leg up over him. "You have to call Mark Coleman now?"
"Um humm. I've been letting him stew a little," A.C. replied with closed eyes. "Better that he thinks these things come hard. I'll call him shortly… tell him we're having dinner together."
"Which means, we offer and they accept," Tonya said softly, rubbing her hand in a gentle circle against the hair of his chest. "Does Dianne know that?"
"I doubt it. She will though, when the time comes."
For a moment Tonya was silent. Then: "Do you really want to screw that little bitch awfully bad, Darling?"
A.C. pretended to think about that. At last: "No… not awfully bad," he lied. "But I think it's time she paid her dues… don't you?"
"Um hum… seeing you put it in like that, Darling," his wife replied softly. "But then, you always were the Goddamned diplomat. Frankly, I think you ought to be the politician."
A.C. Faro laughed. "Jealous?" he questioned. "Should I be?"
A.C. shrugged and she jumped up over him immediately.
"You dirty old bastard!" she exclaimed. Then, they both laughed.