Ruth walked quickly out of her husband's headquarters and down the street toward Dan Michaels' apartment. Her pussy tingled wonderfully at the thought of her husband's cock fucking deep into her cunt. And she quickened her pace toward Dan's.
Then Ruth was aware of someone calling her name. At first she wasn't sure, but then she knew it was so. "Ruth… Ruth!"
A dark car rolled up beside her, and a man leaned over and held the door open for her.
"Get in!" he called. "It's too far to walk from here, Ruth."
It was Dan, of course. He was never one to wait for something he wanted.
Trying not to think about all that, she hurried into the car and closed the door behind her. She must act natural, as if she hadn't just been screwed silly by her darling husband.
"Why, Dan!" she said. "What a wonderful surprise… and you've come just in the nick of time!"
Dan smiled at her in his familiar boyish way. He had been Ruth's lover for a few years, and he knew her very well. He could see now by the flush in her cheeks and her careful walk that she had just been fucked silly by her own husband. He liked it when she was like this; it made her all the more anxious to fuck around with him.
He looked over at her appreciatively, thanking his lucky stars for the day that he met her. He had been the prosecuting lawyer at one of her husband's client's trials. He had watched her come into the courtroom every day to watch her husband argue his case. Her eyes had shone with pride. He felt his cock jerk painfully as he remembered how desirable she had been. Then, later, when he had met her at a friend's party, he had been blown out of his mind by the way she had drawn him into another room where they had fucked wildly. It had been that way ever since. Sometimes they even got together with her husband and his mistress. But when she was hot like she was today, he knew that she liked to play games, lewd little games that sent her cunt spinning out of control.
"Glad to be of service, Mrs. Connors. You know that!" he said softly. The car was moving slowly along, and Ruth smiled at the absurd formality of their conversation.
"I think you turn at the next corner, Dan," she reminded the young lawyer.
"Only too glad to be of service," he repeated, and Ruth wondered for a second just what he was up to. She thought with pleasure of the night they had met at the party. She had lured Dan into the bedroom and taken all her clothes off. Then, she had lain nakedly writhing on the soft shag carpet. Ruth felt the need in her pussy starting up again at the thought of how she had lain on the floor, watching his look of surprise fade away to a lust as large as her own as he had thrown off his clothes and fucked her within an inch of her life!
"Oh, fuck me, Dan," she had cried to him. "Fuck my hot tits off!"
"How are you, Mrs. Connors?" Dan inquired in the same formal tone, and Ruth wrenched herself back to the present, aware now of the reason for Dan's behavior.
"Why, I'm just fine, Dan, and my husband is well too. You're looking quite well yourself. Won any good cases lately?" She did her best to play along without giggling, but she could hear her voice trembling with the strain. She was always this way at first, until she really got interested in the game.
"I have an appointment I cannot be late for!" she declared. "I think you may have made a wrong turn…"
"Oh, Mrs. Connors, I was so hoping you would drop by my apartment. You know, you haven't seen it for almost a week. I've made a few improvements. You might really enjoy seeing them. They are made for you."
So that was it. Ruth tried to think of what she should do. She had learned that it was important to get into the parts he devised for her, even into the most difficult parts she was to play, if either of them were going to get the "kicks" they wanted from the games. She must maintain the act no matter what. So she feigned fright as the car gathered speed, and she turned slightly to see Dan's lips set in a lewd sideways smile, his hair combed loosely in a different way, a new, more debonair way.
Boy, he's really loving this one. Must have had it stored in the back of his mind just waiting for when the time was right. Well, she would play it to the hilt, because that's what he wanted and he'd gone along with her on her fantasies.
"I'd… I'd love to see it, Dan!" she said. "I hope it's nice and warm. I'm kind of cold. It's a bit chilly for summer, don't you think?"
"Oh yes… you'll be hot there!" Dan promised, nodding his head in a strange manner.
The sun reflected off the windshield of the car in front of them. Dan ought to be very satisfied, she thought. He's doing a fabulous job! But what Ruth wanted more than anything, as the car driven by her silent lover sped toward the northwest, was to be in his apartment and find out what was in store for the afternoon.
Dan could feel Ruth's anticipation beside him, and he wanted to let her in on what he had planned, but he knew that she would enjoy it more if she was surprised, so he kept silent.
"Here we are, Mrs. Connors," Dan said, pulling up in front of a small four-story apartment complex. There were similar complexes on either side of it and all up and down the street.
Dan hurried around the front of the car and opened the door for her. Then, taking her gently by the elbow, he escorted her up the concrete steps to the front door of the small building. For a moment he fumbled with his keys, and then they were entering the interior of the complex.
"Here we are!" he said, a tone of excitement entering his voice.
The apartment was quite large inside, and although sparsely furnished, it gave the appearance of being very comfortable. A deep wall-to-wall rug covered the living room floor, and an overstuffed sectional couch took up one side of the wall. Ruth went over and sat down on the couch and waited for her next cue.
"Yes, that's right, Mrs. Connors, make yourself comfortable. Shall I make some coffee?"
"Coffee would be lovely, Dan," Ruth replied, as she leaned back against the sofa and looked around her. Dan disappeared into the kitchen. Through an open door at the end of the living room she could see the large double bed where they had spent many a wild afternoon, and upon its soft furry spread lay what appeared to be some kind of tool. She remembered that Dan had told her he had something special planned, and she wondered if that was it.
Homey sounds of clinking china were coming from the direction of the kitchen.
Hurriedly, Ruth straightened her dress and her hair. She always wanted to look her best; it made fucking better somehow.
Ruth was famous for her clothes and her exquisite good looks. A tall, willowy redhead, there was little that she could wear that did not become her, and her figure, she knew, was the envy of all the women who were acquainted with her. People sensed the deep sensual bond between her and her handsome husband, and it made them one of the most popular couples in the city.
Ruth sat uncomfortably on the sofa. The suspense was getting to her. Already, since the material of her dress was so thin, the round brown tips of her bare nipples beneath were showing. What am I doing here anyway? she asked herself.
"Here we are, Mrs. Connors," Dan said, entering the room with a tray. The piping hot coffee steamed from the pot as he set it down on the low coffee table in front of Ruth, and she could not help looking forward to its warmth.
"As I recall, you take a little sugar and a little bit of milk. Is that correct?" Dan smiled down at her, and Ruth blushed.
"Yes," she replied, lowering her eyes. "Yes, thank you, Dan!"
The hot coffee tasted delicious, and Ruth sat back, just a bit more at ease than before. She tried, however, to keep her arms in front of her, just in case her nipples showed too clearly. There were times when she wished she still wore a brassiere, and this was one of them. She didn't want Dan getting worked up until he was ready.
"Well, Dan," she said, breaking into the long silence that threatened. "What a cozy place you have here. I really like it. Tell me, how do you spend your time, now that you have so much of it?"
"Oh, I keep quite busy." Dan had taken a seat opposite Ruth in a straight-backed chair that he had pulled up to the coffee table. He drank his own coffee with relish, "I work on my little gadgets… and fool around with my tape deck."
"What tape deck?" Ruth asked. Suddenly everything inside her was listening, waiting for what the dark-haired man's answer would be.
"Why, the tape deck I use to record things, of course!" he replied easily, as though she should have known all along. "I see someone cheating on their husband, and I say to myself, 'Dan, you have got to teach that little woman a lesson," he added with a twinkle in his dark brown eyes. Ruth was silent but a thrill ran through her at the sudden change the game had taken. Normally it was just the old rape game, but this afternoon, with this blackmail thing thrown in, it added a more lewd flavor to it. It was all she could do to keep her hands from trembling on her cup.
"Oh, yes, I keep busy! I have a very modern tape recorder that I use to record these affairs. It's the best way, I understand. Oh yes, I have a lot of memories already down on tape."
"I… I see…" Ruth stammered.
Dan was thinking about how well this game was going. He could see how much it had excited Ruth already. Her nipples showed dark and erect through the thin dress, and his cock jerked at the memory of his tongue licking hungrily around the dark, berrylike nipples.
He was watching young Ruth Connors carefully now. "Perhaps you'd like to hear some of the tapes?" he inquired.
Outside a siren was screaming, and a fire truck clattered past. Ruth felt that sirens were wailing inside her head and her pussy, that any second the throbbing would go out of control and she would run out and grab any man who would fuck her.
"Yes… yes, I would like that," she said. A part of her knew that the time was near, that it was now that they would really start the game, but another part of her dared to hope that this exquisite suspense would last a bit longer. Dan got up and started into the bedroom, motioning her to follow.
"This is my bedroom back here," he said.
On legs that wobbled and trembled, Ruth followed her lover into the room.
"There's something I'd like to ask your advice about, anyway, Mrs. Connors," Dan said. "Won't you sit down on that chair there?" He pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. The other corner was taken up with an impressive bank of taping equipment stacked up to the ceiling.
Ruth sat down. There was an increasing lust mounting inside her, a thrill that she had to quench or she was going to be sick. I must not get sick now, she told herself. I must remain calm and wait for Dan's cue.
Dan reached into a cabinet and withdrew a reel of tape. He congratulated himself once more for having thought of recording one of their wilder fucking sessions. He fondled it carefully, thinking back to that night. Dan's dormant cock began to pulse to life as he remembered Ruth Connors' silkenly naked body spread lewdly on the bed ready for him to screw. She had pulled him to her.
"Dan, you've got a huge big cock… you've got a big throbbing cock!" She had to have it inside her cunt, no longer satisfied by the dildo she had been ramming deep into the clasping hole of her copper-fringed pussy. Pushing him down on the soft mattress of her bedroom, her mind crazed by the lust that seemed to fill the very air she breathed, Ruth had mounted his huge pussy-stretching prick.
Dan seemed to feel that incredible sensation still; it had been one of their better times. His cock throbbed excitedly as he recalled the tightness and the strength of Ruth's yearning cunt, wrapping itself around his upthrusting prick as she bounced up and down on it. She had had him fuck the dildo deep into the tight nether hold of her ass, and he had done so, overwhelmed with lust at the thought that he had almost cum right then and there without waiting for her. And when her young husband had come into the room he had joined them, and Ruth had been pressed between the two of them, her husband John and himself. They had fucked her together and singly. Dan had found her stretched and throbbing asshole as willing a receptacle for his lustfully hard cock as her cunt. He remembered how much Ruth had liked having the two deeply fucking cocks inside her at once, and it was then that Dan had ejaculated far into Ruth's ass-cushioned asshole in the most powerful cum that he had ever known.
He was glad that he had recorded the session on his small vest-pocket tape-recorder. He had meant to play it back for all of them to enjoy, but in the exhaustion following that mind-blowing cum, he had forgotten about it. Later when he had played it for himself and had almost cum again just from hearing it, he had decided that he would save the tape for later and use it as a surprise in one of their games. He knew Ruth would get a real send-off when she heard it, just like he had.
He slipped the tape cassette into his stereo tape deck, aware that Ruth Connors was watching his every move.
"Would you like to hear this?" he inquired. "I'd like you to tell me what you think I should do about it."
Ruth nodded. She could feel her palms sweating, and the tape began. What could it possibly be, she wondered, what little surprise did he have for her.
"Oooohhhhhhh… honey, fuck me… good. Realllll… gooddddd…"
Ruth almost fell off the chair. That tape had been made months ago, and that was her voice pleading to be screwed. She remembered the time really well – it had been one of the best with Dan, and then her husband had come in and they had fucked her senseless again. And this little devil had recorded the whole damn thing! She could have hugged him right then and there if she hadn't had a role to play. It was his surprise, and she didn't want to spoil it for him. The unmistakable sounds of Ruth's voice lewdly enticing her young lover to fuck her, inviting him to look and feel her nakedness, filled the small bedroom. Then, there followed only the intensely wet sounds and blissful gurglings of wild screwing. Ruth once more heard herself screaming as Dan's deeply fucking cock brought a release to all her built-up tensions. Over and over again she cried out as her cums accumulated and grew stronger and stronger. "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me harder, HARDER!"
Ruth wanted to stand up and rip the clothes off of her body, but she knew she would have to wait, and she glared at Dan's happily listening face, somewhat angry that he was waiting so long.
"That could be anyone… Anyone at all! You must be crazy to think you can make anyone believe…" she screamed convincingly.
"Oh, Mrs. Connors," Dan declared. "I hope you're not upset by this. Actually I did think you might prefer to keep this quiet. It is, after all, so, how shall I put it, intimate!"
Ruth stood and began to blurt out exactly what she thought Dan would want to hear.
"Blackmail!" she cried. "You can't blackmail me! Why, my husband wouldn't give you a DIME for that!"
Dan was continuing as though he hadn't heard her.
"… and as for this tape being anybody, I'm sure you've heard of voice prints by now. They are relatively new, but are already considered very conclusive when it comes to identifying voices. I'm surprised that you don't know that, Mrs. Connors."
Ruth sat back down as though the breath had been knocked out of her. Was it her imagination, or did Dan seem to be looking at her in a new way? She was sure he was looking at her titties, and she could feel her nipples contracting lustfully at the thought. She kept her legs pressed tightly together as she sat primly on the edge of the chair. It was hard to play the part of an indignant wife when that tape was still playing, with her own voice on it raised like a common harlot's wailing and moaning and obviously enjoying a good fucking.
"Perhaps you'd like to have a drink while you listen to the rest," Dan was suggesting, and Ruth seemed to hear him through a fog.
Unhurriedly, Dan went out to the living room for a few minutes and returned carrying two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
"I hope I didn't hurt your feelings, Mrs. Connors," he said. "Actually, you may have that tape if you like. I have another copy." He held the glass within reach. "Do drink this. I'm sure it will make you feel better!"
He himself took a deep sip from his own glass, letting his eyes wander over the lushly voluptuous body on the chair across from the bed. He could always remember every detail of its nakedness, every quiver of her hungry little pussy around his cock. He was pleased that she had taken to the game so well. Her mounting lust showed in her eyes. He would have to get started on her soon or she would blow the whole thing.
"What do you want from me!" Ruth finally shouted out. The tape was going on and on, and the terrible compromising lewdness of her own voice was driving her crazy. Worse than that, the distinct noises… the all too explicit sounds of her lover's cock fucking steadily harder and harder into her wetly churning cunt… oh God, it was too much to bear!
There was a long silence while Dan seemed to mull these words over in his mind. Ruth downed the whole of her scotch, thankful for the burning warmth it created in her mouth and throat and then in her jittery stomach. She dared not speak. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy in her mouth, and she longed for more scotch. Dan leaned forward as if anticipating her thought, and she wondered if she had been looking longingly at the bottle. He filled her glass again, this time to the very brim, and her hand trembled so that as she lifted it to her parched lips, several drops fell across the front of her light dress.
As she brushed her fingers across the wet spots, she could see the sensuously throbbing mounds of her tits, and the all too well-defined protrusions of her nipples. She shivered as the liquor coursed down her throat this time and then knew that Dan was getting ready to make the final move. She had feared that the silence might go on forever, that he might never speak again the words which would tell her to do what she wanted to do so badly. Yet, that was impossible, of course… and he had already spoken before the words became clear in her head.
"You were… uh… magnificent that night, if I may say so!" Dan's face was radiant as Ruth looked at him, her own face flushed and her features strained by the events of the past few hours. "Since I know that you are prone to enjoy such things, and, I might add, you seemed to find me quite acceptable that night, I thought perhaps…"
"Never!" Ruth cried out. But she was thinking of the feel of his cock fucking deep into her cunt. The situation was more sensuous, yet frustrating than she had thought, and she was going to break soon!
Dan acted disappointed but undaunted by her reply, and she was alarmed when he went on talking as though she hadn't spoken. The bastard! she thought. Why doesn't he get on with it!
"I was out of my mind that night, Dan," she cried. "You've got to understand that that had nothing to do with me… not the real me!" Ruth realized that she was partially telling the truth. It was true that she had been out of her mind the night she had yelled for Dan to come and fuck her, out of her mind with a craving for cock that couldn't be quenched. How could she explain that she had really been temporarily deranged? He knew that already; they both did. She had been that way ever since she had met Dan Michaels and found that his taste in sexual fantasy equaled her own. Her husband hadn't minded either because he had his own mistress. They were just one happy family now, sometimes one happy foursome.
"Perhaps you were drugged, Mrs. Connors," Dan was replying, "and that's why you enjoyed my cock fucking so hard into your cunt."
Ruth sucked in her breath, her face flushing at his lewd words.
Dan reached forward to flick a switch that stopped the by now completed tape rewinding. Then he started it up again. Ruth reached forward and grabbed the scotch bottle, pouring herself a stiff glassful, coughing slightly from the speed with which she swallowed it.
This time, Dan felt his cock jerk slightly as he heard Ruth's recorded moaning in the throes of abandoned fucking. He watched the helpless expression crossing the young woman's face with a new kind of inward sadistic satisfaction.
Since Ruth was still sitting motionless in the chair, he added: "You do understand, Mrs. Connors, don't you? You can certainly make my afternoon much more pleasant with just the slightest bit of… uh… cooperation."
Ruth stood up quickly and yelled at him.
"You don't understand! I've got to get home! You can't possibly expect me to – why, my husband…"
Dan easily barred her way, taking hold of both of Ruth's wrists with a surprisingly strong grasp. As soon as he touched her, Ruth knew that it was going to happen soon. She fought him briefly, and then realized that she was just prolonging what she wanted to happen anyway. With great difficulty, she struggled to gain control of herself again. Certainly if she played along just right he would get on with it! He was standing so close to her, his tall, elegantly thin body alive and vibrant.
"I'm sure Mr. Connors would want you to do anything you could to help me out, and then, of course, you could have the tapes, both copies, to do with as you like. I'm sure I won't need them after today."
Suddenly she collapsed, falling onto the edge of the bed. She sat with her hands covering her face and pretended to sob into them like a little girl would. "Oh God! I don'tknow! I just don't know WHAT to do! I can't just let you fuck me like… like a dirty WHORE!"
Dan looked down at the tanned thighs that were almost completely exposed as she sobbed into her hands. Her short summer dress had snaked up higher than she knew, and he could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied the delicate fullness of her upper thighs.
"It's not too difficult for you, I'm sure," Dan said.
When Ruth raised her head, ready to tell him that she would comply with his wishes another time, she saw something totally unexpected that made her cunt jump for joy. There before her very eyes was the heavily throbbing hardness of Dan's naked cock. He stood holding it now, just inches away from her face, and she jumped backward, pretending to scramble away from him.
"Oh God, No!" she cried.
But he had already grabbed her by the shoulders and was waving his nakedly throbbing cock in front of her face.
"Suck my prick…" he said, so softly that she thought he might not have spoken after all. But he said the lewd words again, and Ruth knew that she was going to get what she wanted. "Suck it!" he commanded, louder this time, pulling her head and shoulders toward his thickly pulsing cock.
"I bet you like to suck cock," he added reflectively. He had thought about this many times. He knew she did; they'd done it many times before. It was one of their favorite things to do.
"This is grotesque, Dan! You can't do this, Dan. You need help, Dan; you mustn't do this to me!" Ruth babbled a steady stream of words absently, hardly realizing what she was saying, but knowing that they were the right ones by the satisfied look on Dan's face. She visualized her husband, handsome and serious, maybe having a good fuck with his mistress right now.
She shuddered underneath her lover's hard fingers. She felt his hand at the back of her head, pushing her face gently but firmly down. His other hand was still wrapped around his own rigid cock that stood out in the air in front of her like a beautiful fleshy instrument of pleasure. She could see him rubbing the wetly lubricated head with his thumb and forefinger, and then, sensuously, teasingly, he was rubbing it softly against her tightly clenched lips. He continued to do so until it was evident that she was not going to open her mouth. She was determined now to tease him a bit as he had teased her. And then he reached forward and pinched her nostrils tightly together.
Ruth fought for a moment, trying to move her auburn head from side to side in desperation, grunting out her protest at the obscene act that was being requested of her. Then, in a sudden gasp for air, her mouth opened wide. Instantly, Dan flicked his hips forward, sliding the hugely pulsing head of his prick thrusting deep within the confines of the young wife's tender lips.
Again, Ruth fought, but Dan, feeling the hot wetness of her oral cavity against his heavily throbbing cock, tangled his hands into the young wife's hair and forced her to begin a gentle sucking motion.
"Ah… ah… oh… Mrs. Connors… yessssss!" he murmured, as her lips unwillingly hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into her wide-stretched mouth. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from her ovalled lips as he drew back, and Dan smiled to see his mistress sucking his cock. Passion mounting in his loins as his thoughts wandered, Dan began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never quite drawing his hungrily fucking cock all the way out, but leaving the tip just inside the hot wetness of Ruth's stretched and aching mouth.
"So happy you could oblige me, Mrs. Connors!" he cried, groaning as he thrust his loins forward into its slippery depths. This game was far, far better than he had imagined it would be. He would have this memory always. Ruth's auburn-haired head bent backward as he screwed his heavily throbbing cock forward into her mouth. Her deep blue eyes were alternately wide open in lust and tightly closed as she performed the lewd task of sucking his demanding cock. It was a sight to remember!
Dan looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so that he could catch a good profile view of the mayor-to-be's wife's face as his lust-hardened prick continued to fuck rhythmically in and out of her widely ovalled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of it all the way down her swanlike throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made, until only a little stretch of its huge mass showed glistening and protruding from between her lips.
Ruth didn't bother to pretend anymore. She was so completely aroused and heated by what was happening that she only whimpered now and then as the harshly driving rod of Dan's cock plowed willfully into her wide, wet lips.
Oh God! she thought. Let it never stop. I wish it would never end, she told herself. But he can't go on forever like this, she told herself. Maybe this will satisfy him, and he will give me some of the same. Maybe I can hurry that part up.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick, thrust forward toward the throbbing head that pushed against it. Dan smiled as in the mirror he could see her beginning to come to life. The sensations around his happily surging cock told him that he had brought her blood to a rolling boil and she would do anything now to get her pussy fucked.
He watched, hypnotized by the image in the mirror, as the flesh of her soft pink lips was pulled grotesquely out of shape as he pulled back and she began to suck hungrily. Her huge titties jerking and dancing within the loose folds of her dress added to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror.
"That's it… oh yes, that's the way!" he hissed, letting his head roll backward as he fucked forward into her hotly steaming mouth.
Preoccupied as she was by the lewd thing she was doing, Ruth could hear the wet, lewd sounds of her wild screwing with her husband and her lover rising throughout the small bedroom mingling with the grunts and groans that burst from Dan's parted lips and the strangled moans that came from her own cock-stuffed mouth, for the tape continued to spin out its licentious tale, reminding her of the reason for her obscene sucking of Dan's distended cock.
"Ohhhhhhh faster… a little faster!" Dan grunted out as she slaved obscenely below him. His hands in her hair twisted and pulled at the silken auburn strands and Ruth could feel her body soaked with perspiration. She wanted the final moment to come so that it would be all over, and yet she feared the loss of his huge prick in her mouth.
"Oh, come on. Come on!" he urged. Dan was soaring somewhere above the clouds. No longer a plaything, he was a man, and he was ramming his cock deep into her straining throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils before he was through. His scalding cum juice was going to shoot deep into her throat and slide slowly down into her belly, that same softly jiggling belly that he knew so well, and which he intended to know again and again in the most intimate sense of the word! He could feel the pressure growing in his painfully throbbing balls which he had freed from the encumbrance of his pants. He knew it wouldn't be long now because his swollen cock felt like it was going to explode into a zillion pieces! He shoved his loins hard up against Ruth's vulnerable face, hearing her deep mumbles of arousal, but letting them go unheeded as he started on the final race toward fulfillment, toward his long awaited cum. It was building… building deep inside his quivering balls as he gasped and bared his lips back over his teeth. All along his massively pulsing cock he could feel the wild nibbling and sucking of Ruth's hot wet mouth. Bits of her spittle were overflowing and dribbling down her chin as his bursting cock began a sudden wild staccato jerking that let loose a flood of white, scalding cum without warning into Ruth's wildly sucking mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" he moaned ecstatically.
Gust after gust of white-hot cum bloated her cheeks unnaturally outward with each spurt of jism, and she began to choke and swallow, choke and swallow, sputtering against Dan's thrusting loins.
"I'm there! I'm there… keep sucking. Keep sucking! Don't stop yet!" he rasped out, as his hands tangled tighter in her hair. Convulsively he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat, as Ruth went on sucking hungrily as though she were starved, feeling the voluminous quantities of the young man's cum flowing down her throat. Tears of pleasure were streaming down her cheeks as with one last earth-shattering groan Dan emptied the last of his juice between her lips and clutched her head to the dampness of his nakedly exposed loins.
"Oh, fuck me. Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" Her own taped voice cried into the stillness, and Ruth shuddered against the still-quivering thighs of her lover. Gradually his satiated cock was deflating in her mouth and she heard a great sigh of relief escape from his lips. He was pulling away from her, and she simultaneously pulled back, letting the limp mass of his cock fall from her trembling lips.
"Oh… oh God…" she cried softly. She fell away from him, on the soft bed, spreading her legs lewdly, trying to cool the heat that burned out of control there.
"The… the tapes… both copies. I'll take them now!" she managed to stammer out. The taste of his cum was sweet and strong in her mouth, and she knew that her hair was a fright and her clothes a rumpled mess. But that really didn't matter. She would have time enough to fix that.
Dan looked at her in a manner that was both loving and grateful at once.
"May I say," he began politely, only panting the slightest bit after his powerful cum, "first of all, Mrs. Connors, you were magnificent! You surpassed my fondest dreams…"
"Never mind that!" Ruth screamed in heated frustration, and then lowered her voice in an effort to control herself. "The tapes… I'll have them now!"
"Well, I was about to explain. I'm afraid you'll have to come back. You see, I don't keep both copies here. But I can manage to have them for you… say… next week, at this same time?"
Ruth felt her heart lurch with elation; he was going to continue with this game! She was glad, she was enjoying herself immensely. Then she spoke. "Very well…" her voice broke, but she went on, "I will expect you then. Next Monday."
Dan cleared his throat, knowing that she was pleased.
Absurdly, Ruth focused on the stereo tape deck on the bedroom wall. There was a terrible aching in her temples, and she feared her legs would give way under her at any second if he didn't fuck her soon.
"It might be best for you to come here, Mrs. Connors. There's something else I want you to have before you leave. I think you'll like it a lot." He smiled wickedly, and she made her eyes wide with fear.