The two hookers came back from the bathroom clean as whistles. They took a little extra long, thought Duke, and he suspected that they'd done a little thinking, and maybe a little licking, while they were alone in the bathroom. He had Tilda immediately roll his joint in her face. She got into it right off. And Mona sat down on Arnie's face, just the way he loved it.
"You know what," said Duke, watching Tilda's sweet blonde pussy curve around his leg as she sucked his rod, "you have one of the nicest sets of knockers I ever did have the pleasure of seeing. Instead of sucking me off, honey, why don't you roll those boobs against my pecker. That's what I'd really like right now."
Tilda adjusted her position accordingly. She looked up at Duke McGee with her long blonde hair pulled back behind her head, with her sweet blue eyes as clear as crystal, and said: "I like to do whatever Duke wants me to do." She smiled and kissed his belly while her titties hung over his cock and rubbed lightly from side to side against the wide shaft. His boner took on instant perfection with this deft rubbing. He reached down and pressed the breasts from the sides so that in the space that would be called cleavage were she to have been dressed was his cock, and it received a special stimulation. "Yeah," he moaned, "these are what I call nice big white knockers."
She smiled and kissed his belly. Then she lay herself down flat on his hog. She rubbed her chest back and forth across it. Finally, she worked her hands up around his joint and slipped the head of the meat, after a minor body adjustment, into her face. She licked on it, sucked it, rubbed it with her lips and with her pink cheeks. Soon she had him ready for another orgasm. "Yeah," he grunted, "you get me hot so fast, Tilda, that sometimes I think I don't know what happened." He watched her thick lips continue to roll across his long phallus. "Mmmm," she hummed on occasion. "I like Mr. Duke."
"Sure you do," said Duke. "Sure you do. You like my money, really, bitch. Ain't that so?"
"No," she protested with a fresh blush. "I like the size of your cock, Dukee."
"Sure," said Duke. "Good for you. Sit on it."
She laughed and then worked her body up into position so that she could sit on his meat. Her smooth blonde legs spread out around his hips. She reached down between her legs and managed to open her pussy with one hand. With the other she tugged his meat into position. All she had to do was relax downwards and the strong phallus would impale her pelvis. He would skewer her in this manner. "Go on," he commanded, "slip it in."
Tilda rubbed her open cunt lips, and consequently her fat clit, along the head of Duke's meat before she permitted herself to slip down all the way. But when she did finally descend on his joint, Duke was very pleased with the feel. It was a long slide in, well worth the wait, well worth the distance traveled to get there. "Mmmm," he sighed, "good, Tilda. Very nice."
He reached up and grabbed her heavy boobs. He pulled on the big pink nipples and tweaked them. When he went back for more it was to palm the breasts, not just to pinch off the titties. He rubbed with his fingers, kneaded the soft flesh of her chest, and filled his hands with as much of the big knockers as he could. She enjoyed the feel as much as he did, from the look on her face, and Duke was happy to see that he was pleasing the hooker as well as himself. He rolled his hips up into her crotch to add spice to the already especially nice beginning.
"Ahhhh," grunted Tilda, "that's the reason I like Mr. Duke's hot pecker. You move it right." She swayed her hips from right to left and her squeezing cunt tugged on Duke's hot rod. She especially worked her long pussy muscles up and down on the long shaft and the big sensitive head. She rubbed her twat insides against the mushroom cap. Juice spilled out of her hole down Duke's rod and greased him toward ecstasy. "Baby," he told Tilda, "yer gonna get me so hot I won't be able to do anything except maybe brand your belly with jism." He swiveled his hips and his cock got another tremendous feel from the hot Swedish teenager's lovely honey pot.
Arnie had taken to fucking Mona up the cunt by laying on top, of her. He had his monster pecker running in and out of her twat within seconds after she laid down with him. He knew that this was perhaps one of the last fucks he would have with the black beauty; and he wanted it to be quick and easy. So he even had Mona apply a little Swedish sauce from one of her handy bottles to her already greasy cunt. He slid right in, the moment she showed her pussy to him, and now he was midway in the fuck. "You know what," he sighed, "you got the hottest twat box I ever fucked." She loved to hear him say nice things to her, but just now she was actually more interested in the shape his screwing was taking in her long wet pussy hole. She had a channel full of his finest compliment, his big flesh pole, his fuck stick. "Uuuuuhhh," groaned Mona, "I love this pecker of yours. It's very, very nice, eh?"
"Thanks," said Arnie. "Glad to hear you're enjoyin' yourself." He rolled his muscle through the slippery insides of her sweet cunt. He nailed her hard to the bed, tacked her down, and reached around to play with her smooth buns. He rubbed her titties earlier, and now, pressing his chest against hers, he wanted to get a long feel of her well-rounded black bottom. He jabbed a finger up her bunghole and considered the action in her anus complete. With that he rubbed his prick into orgasm five strokes later, and he flooded out Mona's hot hole with jism.
"Uuuuuhhh," she groaned. "Oooohh, God, I love that fuck juice in me. I love it from you, Arnie. I really do."
He yanked his rod out of her pussy. "Kiss it," he told her. "Go on down on the head of my cock and eat it all off."
She smiled and went down to his hot hog. She rubbed her hands around the base and her long boney fingers aimed the meat, eventually, into her lips. She wrapped her tongue around the wet spongy head and sucked the entire stick with her oral cavity. She used every trick in the book to clean off Arnie's hot rod. She sensed, as did he, that this was probably going to be the last time with her.
Lots of tourists, she knew, came to Sweden just to get laid, just to get their cocks and balls licked and sucked the way the Swedish girls do it, and just because Mona was African, that didn't make her any different in this regard. Arnie was on vacation, and however nice the week had been, it was drawing to a close. So Mona tried her best to make the suck the most memorable one she could. She licked and swabbed his joint until the head was nearly bursting with new energy. Then she capped it off with her mouth and a few moments later Arnie was hollering: "I juice again. I juice!" He used the Swedish expression as some sort of sign to let Mona know that he appreciated the fine suck she'd given him. When he was finished with this last ejaculation, he rolled out from under her face. She licked a couple of times more and then lay her head on his thigh. They watched Tilda and Duke finish up.
Duke had managed to land the hot seventeen year old Swedish whore under him. She squirmed around on his thick meaty shaft. There was no way that she would not be the cup for his jism in about five strokes more. He was nailing her severely, tacking her down to the bed as hard as he possibly could. His long flesh spike was spearing her into the mattress. As they bounced, the springs in the old bed squeaked. And Tilda's hot box squeezed on his fat phallus. He took the last stroke in her hot cunt with a good long grab of her buttocks. He held her by the ass cheeks, rubbed his fingers deep into her smooth young flesh, and jammed his jism up her cunt tube. When it was over he yanked his jism covered phallus out of her sweet tube and sighed: "Baby, you done me up right again."
Before, he even finished speaking about it, Tilda had slid her mouth around his hot phallus, there to rub and suck and lick and swab him clean with her lovely wet tongue. She worked her meaty mouth organ into his hot pecker. And before he knew it, Duke McGee's big joint was as wet and greased with saliva as it had been with twat gush.
They paid the women off and tipped them handsomely when they were ready to leave. They promised to write each other, secretly of course, so that the Texan's wives wouldn't know about the "business" of the business trip. They kissed good-bye, Swedish style, and Arnie and Duke made their way out into the Stockholm night.
"You know," said Arnie, "it's kind of a shame."
"What's kind of a shame?" asked Duke McGee. "That we have to go back to Texas and to our wives and not do any more whoring?"
"Yeah, that too, but what I was really thinking," said Arnie "was that it was too bad, since we're so close and all, that we don't… ah, it's probably a terrible idea."
"Come on," said Duke McGee, "now that you started my wheels spinning what is it?"
"Well, maybe, since we're so close, is all I mean to say, we should go check out Finland. I hear they got some swell whores up there and…"
Before he could say another word, Duke had led him to the nearest telegraph office from which they informed their wives in Texas that their business in Sweden was going to be slightly extended. They made their reservations and the following morning crossed the Finnish border. And that's where they began another week of whoring. From there they went on to France, down through Spain, and, somehow, they just never quite ended their Swedish vacation.