"I used to manage the furniture department in a large store," Brett said as he worked his hand deeper into Veronica's crotch.
"Oh, did you?" She felt a violent shudder of excitement. They were still seated at the bar. Brett's hand lay hidden beneath the overlapping folds of the shimmering mink. He was slowly inching up her skirt and teasing his fingers on her stocking-encased thigh.
He smiled, pleased by the way she responded not just to his searching hand, but also to what he was saying. It was largely a line of shit. He had worked as a furniture salesman in a department store for a few weeks until he learned of the lonely women shoppers who were so eager to try out a new bed in time most personal and direct possible way.
"Have you ever thought of getting back into the business?" she asked. Brett had her skirt pulled all the way up, and his hand was sliding under the band of her silky black panties.
"Oh, yes – many times, but the right opportunity has never come along."
"I – I think it's going to come very soon," Veronica said.
She'd never done anything so obscene or so exciting. They were sitting at a crowded bar with people all around, and Brett was wiggling his finger into her cunt slit. She had to bite her lip to keep from gasping lewd cries of pleasure.
Brett liked the soft, silky dampness of her cunt hair. It felt as sleek and smooth as the mink. And the wet, almost hidden mouth of her cunt was so hot that it made his finger burn.
Too often, Brett found himself with some old bag that he could only fuck with his eyes closed. He thought now that his luck had changed for the better and forever if he played his cock right.
This sultry bitch was as beautiful as she was horny. And she was rich besides. He wasn't sure which part of that excited him most, but then it didn't really matter. Brett Allison meant to have it all.
"Er, let's go to this place I know where we an, er… discuss an exciting future." He slid his finger in deep in her pussy and stirred it around again, and then twirled her clit until she was about to scream.
"Ungh, yeussss," she hissed. "Let's go right now."
"No, I want you to cum first," he whispered.
"Oh, God… I can't." But Veronica knew she was going to. Any second now. "Not here, not with people around. I'll scream and everyone will know."
"No, you'll keep it inside and enjoy the terrible strain." He teased her clit again with a maddening, twisting stroke that he'd found few women could resist. He loved to torture that that way.
"Aaaggghbh," she gasped, straining to muffle the sound and conceal a stricken look of agonized delight. "Ooooh, you bastard. You wonderful bastard! I love the way you torment me!"
And I've just gotten started, he was thinking behind an innocent grin.
Grant looked more puzzled than pleased when he got to Samantha's apartment several hours later and saw the luscious little redhead was still there. They'd both dressed and were sitting primly on the couch, but both of them smiled at him in most unusual way.
"I thought you were going to send her home." Grant wanted Samantha all to himself, alone. After the tense excitement of the shooting, he was really hot to fuck again.
"You said to send her when she calmed down," Sam reminded him sweetly. "And she hasn't done that yet."
Grant sniffed. "I think I know why." He caught the scent of fresh hot pussy when he stepped farther into the room. No – two hot pussies; one with a heavy, tangy musk, the other sweeter and fresher smelling.
Tanya's bright eyes flashed mischievously as she looked him up and down.
"Sit down and tell me what happened," Samantha said. She patted the couch in the space between Tanya and herself.
He shrugged and settled between them. The space was barely large enough for his heavy frame. "Well, that kid, Billy Chapman, was treated and released. His folks put up his bail, so he was back on the street before I finished writing the report. He's probably fucking some cute young cunt right now and telling her what a big man he is."
"You sound a little bitter," Sam remarked. "Because he made bail? Shit no. That's the way the fucking system works."
"No, I meant you sound bitter because he's fucking some cute young cunt."
"Oooooohhhh," Grant dragged out the word while he tried to think of what to say next. "Ah, well." He dropped his voice to a whisper that he hoped the little redhead wouldn't hear. "I did have plans to fuck you. But with her sitting right there, it's not going to be easy."
"I think it'll be easier and more fun than what you had planned."
"Hungh?"
"Tanya has a very sexy, very tight, very sweet-tasting young cunt." Sam grinned and rolled her tongue around her lips.
"I guess you've sampled it already?"
"Hhhmmm-hhhmmm, and I think you should too."
Grant looked at her, both intrigued and put off by what she had suggested. "I – I thought you and I had a special thing going."
"Oh, we do… so special that I don't mind sharing a little with the right person."
"Holy shit!" He turned and looked at Tanya. She sat teasing a hand through her long red hair. The fiery strands fell over one shoulder and dropped all the way into her lap. She stroked her hand down and spread it to push on her ripe little pussy mound.
"The bedroom is this way," Samantha said, standing and starting down the hall.
"What are you going to do?" Grant asked. "Watch, of course. I'm really anxious to see what that big cock of yours can do."
"You ought to know pretty well by now."
"I've felt it, but never been able to see it up close… not when it's fucking a really hot young cunt."
"And I am hot!" Tanya said. She stood up, shivering with raw passion, and took Grant by the hand. "Sam has told me all about your big cock, and I'm so anxious to try it!"
"Well, what the hell? Why not, if that's what you both want." He turned and scooped young Tanya into his arms so suddenly that she squealed with excitement.
He laid her down softly on the satin cover of Samantha's large bed. She gasped, rolled her head and tossed long waves of fiery hair from one edge of the bed to the other.
Samantha felt a twinge and thought that she should let her hair grow long. Grant seemed to like that. She'd seen his wife, and now she saw how he was gazing at Tanya's long, silky tresses. "I'll help you undress her," she said to fight back the pangs of jealousy.
Grant started with her blouse, opening the buttons one by one, spreading the V wide until he could see the crimson splashes of color topping her creamy, sharply-coned tits.
Sam loosened Tanya's skirt and helped her wiggle out of it, pulling down her panties at the same time. That let Grant feast his eyes on the dome of her pussy mound. Her thatch of pussy hair looked like a raging brush fire.
Tanya slid out of her blouse, so excited now that she found it hard to breathe. Grant's huge cock had swollen hard, and looking up from the bed, she could see it bulging and straining inside his pants.
Tanya reached for his prick, but Samantha nudged her back. "You just lie there and finger that luscious little pussy of yours. I'll undress Grant for you."
He gave a long sigh. "If I'd stopped that slug with my head tonight and ended up in heaven, it couldn't be much better than this!"
"And if you'd gone to hell, it couldn't be any hotter," Sam laughed. He had already taken his jacket, the empty shoulder holster and his shirt off. Her hands slid down his bare chest and pulled open his fly.
Grant's heart beat harder and faster than when that bullet whizzed by his ear, but the sensation now was pure delight, and he knew it was going to last a long time. Samantha would never be content just to watch.
"Look at that big fucker," Sam said as she lifted his cock free. "Imagine how it'll feel in your cunt, Tanya."
"Let me hold his cock!" The girl cried, reaching anxiously with both hands.
Grant positioned himself astride her on the bed, close enough to her chest so that she could reach and stroke his hard-on with ease. She fingered his long cock shaft timidly at first, shuddering when she thought how his throbbing prick would feel when he worked it into her cunt.
He bent down, grinning contentedly. Since Samantha said she wanted to watch, he decided to give her a real show. He'd take his own sweet time fucking the fiery young redhead and get her hotter than she was now. A lot hotter!
Grant kissed her bulging nipple and slid down into the soft valley between her jutting tits. He inched slowly up the other side of her tit-flesh and kissed again, flicking his tongue this time.
"Aaahhh," Tanya cooed. "Uuunngh!" He spread his lips and sucked in half of one tender tit, stroking it with his tongue the same way she fingered his cock, softly, almost reverently. Her grasp tightened on his cock shaft. "Oooh, that feels so good. I love to have my tits sucked!" Her tits were barely large enough to push together, but Grant managed to get both nipples in his mouth at once. His tongue darted swiftly back and forth until the two of them swelled and tingled so sharply that the girl had to cry out.
He sucked in all of one tit, then, and lashed her aching nipple until he could feel her thudding heartbeat in its tip.
"Oooh, God!" He'd straddled her with her legs together. She now ached to get them apart, but his size and strength kept her tapered thighs pressed tightly against each other.
He inched downward, dragging his tongue, licking the soft rise of her belly. "Oooh, Jeeezzzus! Grant! Hhhaaagh, don't tease. I'm too hot for that. Give me your cock. Let me spread my legs so you can stick that big fucker into me."
Grant seemed not to hear a word she said. His tongue swept around the rim of her belly button and then delved into its rumpled little pit.
Tanya gave a fierce grunt. "Fuck me, damn you! That's not a pussy. That's not the hole that itches far your cock!"
Her pussy mound kept writhing and jerking, thrusting itself up at him. He backed his legs nearer to her feet, still keeping her legs tightly clamped with his. He raked the cleft of his chin through her pad of red pussy hair and smiled wickedly when he saw how that made her jump.
"Aaaggohhh!" Tanya arched, swaying, barely able to lift her ass off the bed when he pressed down on her, digging with his tongue.
Samantha snapped out of her lusty daze long enough to push a pillow beneath Tanya's shapely little ass. She knew Grant could fuck the girl better with her back arched, but Tanya could never hold that position without help once he really started to drive his cock in.
He kept her legs locked together with his and pried between them with his tongue, burrowing into her cramped and squirming little cunt slit.
"Gluuuhhhh!" she cried. "Let me get my legs apart. Let me spread them wide and open my cunt for you."
"I like it better this way. It keeps your pussy tight and squeezes all the tasty juices out."
"You bastard! Ooooh, shit! I want your prick in me, and I could never hold your cock like this!"
"Yeah, you can." But Grant knew he would not be able to restrain her thrashing once he got absorbed in fucking her cunt. "Cuff her ankles together," he told Sam. "My handcuffs are in a pouch on my belt."
Samantha obeyed without thinking or wondering why. After all, it was Grant she wanted most to please. The jaws of his hand cuffs fit around Tanya's slender ankles with ease. She clicked one cold metal jaw then the other, banding the girl's legs together with three short links of chain.
"Ooooh, Samantha… shit, why did you do that? He'll kill me with his fucking cock if I don't get my legs apart and open my pussy wide!"
The silvery blonde was too excited to answer. This fuck was going to be better than she thought. It already had her pussy dripping wet. She began stripping off her clothes so that she'd be ready when her turn came. Meanwhile, she whipped a finger into her cunt and tried to match the hungry swirling of Grant's tongue.
Hot blood engorged Grant's cock and made it pulse with an urgent beat. "Your little cunt should be ready for fucking by now," he said, lifting his head and licking his lips. He loved the sweet, fresh taste of her young pussy, but his giant cock could not stand idle long enough for him to wolf down more of her tangy fuck oils.
Tanya gulped when she saw how his prick had grown while he ate her cunt. "Oooah, God – your cock's bigger than before! So much bigger!"
"And hotter too. Look at the way that fucker throbs!" He stroked his cock between her legs and whipped her bulging clit with his padded cock-knob.
"Huuungh!" Tanya wrenched and strained to get her legs apart. She felt the cold scrape of stainless steel and heard the short chain rattle.
Grant began pushing into her then, working his thick cock head from side to side enough to enlarge her pussy for entry. "Huuungh, shit… no, please. Oooh, Grant!"
Though she continued to babble words of protests her back arched off the pillow so her pussy could swallow more prick shaft. His big hot prick felt even bigger as it sank into her tight fuck hole.
Samantha held her breath while watching Grant's cock slide in. He pushed his prick in slowly, giving Tanya's writhing pussy time to adjust itself to a real man's cock. The girl pumped and squirmed and kept crying: "No… no… NO!"
"It must be like putting your cock through a wringer," Sam gasped.
"Yeah. But there's nothing better than a tight young cunt unless it's one as hot and wild as yours. You better get ready, Sam. You're next!"
"I know… I know!" That's part of what made watching the two of them so exciting – the certain knowledge that soon the same thing would be happening to her. Or maybe something even better!
Tanya's sleek cunt held Grant's cock tightly. She'd adjusted some to the huge slab of cock meat being slowly hammered between her legs, but each probing thrust brought her nearer and nearer to the madness of complete joy.
"Ooooh, Grant… get it all into me. Let me feel every inch of your hot cock. I'm going to squeeze your prick and grind it and fuck it until you go crazy right along with me!"
"Yeah, you do that. That's what fucking is all about."
"I'm going to fuck you better than you've ever been fucked before. Sam will have to bust her pretty ass to keep up with me!"
"Hhhmmm, yeah. I think you're a little ahead already," Sam said.
He turned his head, not wanting either of them to see his grin. He thought a little friendly competition between their two pussies would be great. His cock would be the winner either way!
Tanya humped and screamed, fucking with all the uncontrolled fury of youth. Her red cunt mound thumped against his groin, jarring him pleasantly each time he drove his cock into her pussy.
She forgot completely that her ankles had been cuffed, and she lost the desire to spread her legs. She clamped them so tightly together that the metal cuffs clanked. She shuddered and thrilled to the spearing heat in her cunt. Grant's balls rested in the sleek valley formed by her shivering thighs. That tense warm motion stirred their massive load of cum. The jizz had begun to form while he was dining leisurely with Samantha, marveling at how appealing and sexy she was. The charge swelled larger during the tension of the shooting, so much so, that he almost came in his pants when his gun fired.
Now his lust reached the boiling point. Fucking hot young Tanya was an unexpected pleasure and a complete surprise. It made him think again how sexy Samantha was, and he began to wander what other delightful surprises she might have in store.
Tanya's wild spasms loosened the searing hot pressure in his balls. They grunted and slammed their bodies together, writhing in delight as his jism shot into her cunt.
"Unnggh! Aaaggghhh! Hhhhooo!" she moaned. "I love it! Oh, I love the heat of your cum. It's making my pussy boil and splash so full! I can't wait to have you cum in my mouth where I can taste it! I want to suck your cock next!"
"Oh, no you little bitch. I get fucked before you touch his cock again!" Samantha said. "And when I'm done there won't be a drop left in his balls big enough to taste!"
Grant just kept grinning and fucked himself dry. "This is the best damn battle I've ever been in the middle of!" he told them both. "I hope you gals decide to fight all night and the next day too."
Brett Allison walked into the motel office where Grant had been that afternoon. The owner only glanced at him. Brett was a frequent customer. They knew each other well. The owner's attention focused mainly on the luscious brunette he saw outside in the car. She looked resplendent in her wrapping of dark mink, and very sexy the way she kept stroking the fur – preening like a cat.
The motel owner had to look twice before he believed his eyes, then he grinned slyly at Brett and said: "You sonuvabitch, you know who that is you're planning to fuck?"
"She said her name was Veronica."
"No last name?"
"She didn't say. Who cares? She's a lot better looking than the usual old bag hot to get her droopy tits sucked."
"That's Grant Dunlap's wife."
"The vice cop? That sonuvabitch?" Brett felt a sudden burst of chilling fear.
"Of course, maybe he won't care. He spent the afternoon here with his new partner and I don't think they came to watch TV."
"That bitch! She never told me that she was a fucking cop's wife. She's been giving me a lot of shit about her family owning a furniture store."
"Her father does… A very sleazy, very profitable operation!"
"Oooh, yeah?" Brett felt better, but still pissed because the woman had led him on. "I've changed my mind about which room I want. Let me have one of the bondage suites… one where the bed has been fitted with straps."
"Sure," said the owner. He gave Brett the key and restrained his ironic laugh until he'd gone out of the office. Those particular beds came from the very store that Brett was so anxious to control.
"Well, if nothing else, he'll have complete control of her!"