Loretta Christine sat in the living room of her spacious home, reading a copy of Playgirl and Viva and getting herself extremely horny. It had been a pain in the ass to buy them at the store, because after all, she was the wife of Richard Christine, celebrated socialite and heir to a vast fortune left by his father, the famous William Christine.
But who was to say rich broads don't get hot when they see pictures of cocks and balls? She certainly did, and her mouth watered at the sight of a particular one that was almost twelve inches long and his rocks were the size of tennis balls. The thought of licking that cock made her pussy water.
When she heard her husband, Richard, coming down the stairs, she quickly slid the magazines under the couch and straightened her slouched figure. Richard would have made such a scene if he'd seen her drooling over those pictures, saying she acted like a child and had to be treated as one.
Fuck him, she thought. He never got a hard-on, and they hardly every fucked and if she ever suggested that he eat her out or give him a blow-job, she'd get laughed at.
But then she thought of what would happen tonight and she smiled with pleasure. Two things would occur that would ultimately change her boring marriage and her life.
First of all, she would be with Eric, and that alone made the difference. Eric was everything Richard was not: he had a big, stiff prick and was proud to use it. He had a tongue that drove her cunt crazy, and hands that knew how to finger her pussy. She loved to touch him, to put her hands on his cock, to feel the hair on his arms, chest and back of his neck.
Eric was three years older than she was, which made him thirty-two. He was divorced when he was thirty, but the reasons couldn't have been a deficient sex life, for he had a constant hard-on. His cock was always poking through his pants every time he saw her, and she couldn't wait until she slipped out of the house and away from Richard so they could get the hell out of their clothes and fuck until the cows came home.
Richard never suspected she was seeing Eric, but it didn't matter, because the second thing that would happen tonight would take care of all the future worrying. For good.
Whether Richard had noticed it or not, yet, Loretta had hired a new maid, Elsa, and with intentions other than cleaning services.
Elsa was a whore and Loretta bought her from some private hustling agency that dealt exclusively with business relationships. Loretta gave her a maid's uniform and told her exactly what she wanted her to do: seduce her husband. And since Elsa had such big tits, long red hair and was extremely sexy, Loretta knew her plan would not fail.
Elsa would be fucking Richard for a period of two weeks, all the while keeping up her pretense that she was an innocent maid, until she persuaded Richard to divorce Loretta and marry her. And when the divorce papers were final, Elsa would split and that would be that. Of course, if Richard refused to divorce Loretta, Loretta could always "manage" to catch Elsa and him fucking their guts out and dump him on an adultery charge.
Richard came up behind her and kissed her properly on the cheek. Asshole can't even give her one on the lips, she thought. Maybe he was afraid he'd pop his cork all over the new plush carpeting they had had installed.
"I hope you enjoy your stay in Paris, darling," he told her.
"I'm sure I will," she smiled, thinking how dumb he was to fall for the "Paris trip" again. All she was going to do was to be driven to the airport, wave him off then take a taxi to Eric's apartment. Richard made things so easy for her, not having time to take transatlantic calls from Paris, even though he could afford them.
"I'm sorry I won't be able to go to the airport with you," he announced. "I have an urgent business meeting to attend this evening. I'm leaving now. Have a good time, dear."
She gave him the traditional peck on the cheek and kept the smile on her face until he disappeared out the door. Stupid asshole, she sneered. So Goddamn stupid it was pathetic. He was blind not to see what she was doing, and he deserved everything she'd do to him.
She lay back on the couch, grabbed the Playgirl and Viva from under it. She turned to the page she liked so much. She stared at the picture of the man with the long, limp cock, standing next to a tree. She laughed to herself. His cock sure wasn't a stump, that's for sure. Pure one-hundred percent, home-grown beef. And the hair that was around his cock… all brown and fuzzy.
Um… she loved the times when she gave head to Eric and got some hair in her mouth. It tasted pretty good and, along with the flavor of his seasoned meat, it was like bread and butter, or peaches and cream. Well, for her, it was cock and hair. Or cock and balls. Yes, she liked them, too. Christ, she loved everything about men.
She loved to fuck and suck, and Eric could agree to that. All her life, she was told how wrong it was, that sex was bad, fucking was terrible and a blow-job was out of the question. Now, she could care less, because she couldn't seem to get enough cock.
Now the picture of the guy with the big cock and nuts was making her horny and she knew if she didn't cum in a minute, she'd go crazy. She went up to her room and unlocked her secret drawer. Inside, she had a vibrator, the one she bought through the mail and had delivered to some phony address, usually a home that was unoccupied because the people had gone on vacation. It was light and very satisfactory, and got a lot of use for the few dollars she paid for it.
She laid the magazines on the bed, hiked up the negligee she had been wearing around the house and spread her legs. The vibrator was plugged in the socket next to the bed and before she knew it, she was guiding it toward her hungering pussy.
"Yeah… that's it…" she cried out as it touched her clit and buzzed it to life. "Oh Jesus Christ! Yes… yes… don't stop!"
She thought of the picture of the man, the one with the huge prick and balls and imagined that he was between her legs and eating her cunt out. Yes… that felt good. She could call him Eric, since all her imaginary lovers were all Eric. She never told him that, for she'd been embarrassed.
The twitching of the vibrator was like Eric's tongue, licking up all the cunt-juices that came spilling out. Eat it all up, Eric, eat me! Suck on the clit. Lap up that juice. Yes, yes, you beautiful stud.
She could feel the hair of Eric's arms rub against her legs and inner thighs and that made her even more horny. It made her want to fuck. Shit, she was hotter than a son of a bitch, and she wanted his cock shoved up her muff. Please, Eric, put that sausage into my hole.
The vibrator hummed softly. She guided it up and down her cunt. Shit, he had the best tongue. He would make her cum, he always did. Sometimes, he didn't even have to try, because the minute that prick struck home, she climaxed.
"Baby… Jesus Christ… baby! Do it… fuck me, honey, shove it in hard… do it again…"
She brought the vibrator around her clit and down into the hole and pushed it in. The juices came pouring out and dripped all over the bedspread, staining it. She didn't give a fuck. Her cunt was real wet, not just moist or damp, but fucking flooded. And that vibrator was doing its work all right. It was making her excited and it would have her dripping before long.
"Eric… I want to suck that meat! I'm gonna suck it to the bristles and bite it a little bit. It's harder than a bone… I need it in me… got to fuck me… baby… want you to kill me with that thing!"
She could almost feel his hard cock in her wet cunt, pounding it roughly into her and making her happy. She wanted to hump that prick so bad, but the vibrator was doing it for her. At first, it tickled a little bit, then that tickling made her wetter until she could practically taste the load in her mouth, the hammering of his cock, the licking of her cunt. Yeah.
She felt it on the way, and she was helpless. "Oh my God… I wanna fuck and suck some more… not yet… shit!"
She dropped the vibrator on the floor, panting heavily. Her orgasm was great, and maybe, even too great at that. It was six o'clock and she would have to be at Eric's apartment at seven-thirty.
Carefully, she picked up the vibrator, put it back in the drawer and locked it. Then she remembered the magazines and put them in the drawer, too. For five days, she wouldn't need either of them; Eric's cock, she would.
Richard Christine did not really have a business meeting to go to, but had put on dark glasses, and attended an X-rated movie. It might have seemed a little silly of him, at least to Loretta, for having to do so, but then again, Loretta hadn't taken any particular interest in their sex life. Shit, he would have loved to fuck her all the time, but she seemed so reserved, so conservative that she might think he was a raving animal if he even suggested it.
She didn't even respond to him during the seldom times they had fucked, and that made it even more boring for him. He could tell Loretta didn't like fucking and sucking at all. She hadn't even shown an interest in it on their wedding night. Well, he didn't know he was marrying a prude, or a frigid broad. Shit… it made him mad that she was so cold, but that was why he liked to watch X-rated movies. He got his rocks off that way.
He sat in the darkness, watching a twenty-foot long prick unzip from, some blue jeans and shove its way into a ten-foot long cunt. He felt his cock get hard in his pants. Then there was groaning.
"Baby… fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs.
"You're gonna get this cock up your ass, doll," he told her and thrust it in her asshole.
"No, it hurts, babe, don't fuck me that way, it hurts!" She was twisting, trying to get free.
"No chance, doll," he told her, as he kept fucking her ass. "I'm gonna shoot my load in your ass whether you like it or not. And you'll like it, 'cause I'll make you."
"Uh, Christ, no stop, it hurts, baby! You're hurting me that way…" she begged, squirming, but he held her by the waist and hammered his cock into her rear as hard as he could, taking long, deep strokes, pumping it as far in as he could.
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "I can't stand it another minute."
"Don't you love it, baby?" he asked her as he fucked his into her. "Don't you want more? Tell me."
"You bastard, son of a bitch asshole!" she screamed. "Stop it, it's going right through me!"
"Come on, honey, come on…" he groaned, pounding it harder and harder.
Richard was surprised he found himself holding his cock, which he quickly unzipped from his pants, and began jerking off. It made him hot to watch this stuff. But he liked it, loved it all. He rubbed faster and faster.
"Oh, baby, hurry up and cum," she begged him. "Hurry up, it hurts…" She was wiggling her ass as he fucked her.
"Damn… I'm gonna cum, doll, and you're gonna take it up your ass. All that cum."
"Hurry," she screamed. "Hurry!"
"Cunt, there's no way you can get out of this!" His balls shook and he thrust his cock into her a final time so it could empty itself out. There was so much cum in her that it came dripping out of her ass and down her legs, although he wasn't through pumping all he had into her. "You fucking bitch, you wanted to fuck so bad…" He fell over and let her go.
Richard jumped when he felt his own gooey cum running down his fingers and onto his trousers. Shit, brand new double-knit suit that cost him a hundred bucks. Fuck it. This was great stuff he was watching, and worth the money. He zipped it back in and started to munch on the popcorn he bought until he found that some of the cum had shot into the box and mixed with the stuff. He tossed the box to the side.
As he walked home later, when the movie was over, for he dared not hail a taxi and reveal where he had been, he thought about his wife, Loretta, that fucking cunt. She had the balls (and he hoped, then again, she hadn't) to deprive him of fucking except for once in a great while, and then, not even that.
She was a cold bitch, uptight, just like her mother, who was an even bigger cunt. If only he had married some broad who was after his money, he would have gotten a pretty good piece of ass out of the deal. Loretta was already rich when he had met her. He was an asshole to think he was in love with her to get married.
When he got back to the palatial estate, a looming fortress surrounded by an electric fence, he went to that one room in his house, his own private one, which had held his entire and extensive pornography collection.
He had everything in it: 8mm stag flicks, peep shows, snapshots, colored plates, vibrators, whips, black panties and bra, Japanese balls that women can insert in their cunts and have multi-orgasms called Ben-Wa Balls, French ticklers, plastic and rubber ladies, plastic and rubber cunts and tits that you can suck on. All this, a treasury of gimmicks and perversions that were hidden from everyone, to be used for his own private enjoyment.
He flipped through the pages of Screw and Penthouse. He was aware that his prick was peeking through his pants and that he would have to jack off so he could get rid of it. That was how he was able to endure his marriage to Loretta. But pulling his prick wasn't that bad. And anyway, with his name, it would be hard to get a mistress and not complicate things.
As Richard unzipped his pants, someone said, "Here, let me help you." He turned to see it was Elsa, the new maid Loretta had hired last week or so.
He pulled his zipper back up and blushed. SHIT! He thought everybody was gone and here this little cunt was here.
"I… I was just fixing my zipper… it was caught on something."
"Of course," she reached out and held it in her hands, his cock getting bigger and heavier. "THIS was caught in it."
Elsa had the biggest tits he had ever seen. And the long red hair… and the small waist… and the nice, long legs and the snatch in the center of it all. His prick became very stiff. Yeah, he was ready to give her some fucking action…
He lifted Elsa onto the table in his room and spread her legs. Ah, beaver. Beautiful. He pulled his fly down again and yanked out his fat dick.
When he pushed her dress up, he found she had no panties on.
"What a… muff. Oh baby, are you going to get it tonight," he told her and shoved his cock into her box and hammered it in hard. Shit, was he going to make her cum, the bitch, and she'd love it, every minute, because he had so much fucking cum in his balls that he'd plug her cunt up for weeks.
"Uh! Give it to me baby, that's it… don't stop, please!" she screamed, pushing her pussy against his prick. Yeah, she dug it all right.
"You're gonna cum good, doll," he promised, jerking his cock into her more and more, then reaching for the long dildo on the shelf. He brought it up to her ass. "Here's where you get the shaft."
He shoved the dildo up into her ass and pumped it in and out, in and out.
"Oh… Christ… baby, baby!" she groaned, smiling, her eyes closed. "You're gonna make me cum like a hot bitch. Yes, yes… yes – please keep doing it!"
He could feel the dildo rubbing against his cock. Shit, it was the thickest erection he had, almost two inches in diameter, and she wanted more. Well, whatever the chick wanted, she'd get.
"Baby, you're gonna make me cum until I can't stand it!" she cried and shook until he felt like he was going to cum with her. But no, he'd hold on and let her cum again and again before he'd shoot his load.
"Oh, Jesus Christ… oh! Fuck me!"
"I'm not letting you off that easy, baby," he moaned. "You're gonna keep cumin' until I say 'when'."
"Oh, you bastard," she laughed, digging her pussy into his cock even more. "You beautiful, hard stud. Fuck me good!"
He was getting tired of standing up while she was sitting during their fucking. He decided that he was going to change a few things around so that they'd both be comfortable. He pulled his cock out of her.
"Oh no, baby, don't take it out," she moaned. "Leave it in. I can't stand it out of me! It has to stay in!"
"Relax," he told her and sat down on the furry rug near the large window.
"I love this dildo," she told him, pointing to the one he had been shoving up her ass, and began licking it, from side to side. "Um, you sure know how to pick them."
"I got a better idea," he told her, pulling her down with him. He took the dildo and pounded it into her watering pussy, in and out. Then he pushed her head down to his cock. "Suck on it, baby. You're getting it two ways now."
"Yes," she whimpered and stuffed his prick into her mouth. "Oh yes, I want to suck on it. And kiss your balls. You got the best I've ever had, Goddamn it!" She started blowing it. "Slurp. Um! Slurp-slurp! Yummy!"
"That's it, baby," he told her. "Suck it all up. Eat that joint. Give it all you got, 'cause you're gonna get all the cum I got in me. And you'll be begging for more."
"Yes, I want this whole fucking thing!" She couldn't get enough of it, sliding her mouth down on it and sucking it all up. She'd make him cum good, and he was making her feel fantastic. That dildo. Oh…
"Shove that thing in me harder!" she told him. "All the way!"
But it's fifteen inches long.
"I don't care! I want that all up my ass! Feels great!"
"You asked for it, baby," he told her and pushed it in deep.
She jerked her body. "Hot damn! More, you bastard! More!"
He shoved it in deeper. "Keep blowing, babe. You'll get it all!"
She sucked his prick harder. "Um… slurp sip… sip… slurp!"
He finally got all the dildo in her ass, every one of the fifteen inches. She was working faster, swallowing his cock as far as she could, then licking up and down the shaft.
Richard couldn't even guess how she was breathing, but he didn't care because she was giving him the best blow-job he ever had.
"Goddamn… baby, baby!" he told her. "Christ, you've got a great tongue!"
The dildo slipped a little out of her ass. He was fingering her clit while he was pumping that long, thick dildo into her ass. Yeah, she loved that thing, could take all she wanted. And she kept cumming like a son of a bitch, shaking and thumping and screaming, and still slurping up his meat.
"Christ, I'm gonna cum," he told her. "Keep sucking it, baby, 'cause I'm gonna shoot every drop into that fucking mouth of yours, and you're gonna drink it up, too."
"Yeah, babe!" She nodded. She lip-sucked hungrily on the thick cock. Even if she didn't want to swallow it, she had no choice. Since he was bent over her the way he was, Elsa was in no position to slide away from him and leave him hanging. His prick was rammed too far into her throat and his arms were around her. She knew she was helpless to do anything but what he commanded.
"Oh Jesus," he yelled. "Uh… I'm cuming here it cums… Jesus Christ!"
His load pumped heavily into her mouth, all that jism that built up in his balls. The wad was emptying in her mouth and she gulped it down as fast as she swallowed his cock.
She wanted that cum, and in fact, she loved drinking it. Well, it was hers, that milky jism was hers to taste.
He didn't know where she was going to store it all, but it kept squirting out of his prick and blowing into her mouth and down her throat. Shit, he didn't know he had that much in there. But he was relieving himself of it the best way he could.
That fucking little cunt, the one that barged in on him while he was looking at his porno collection, deserved getting fucked in the mouth and having to drink all that cum. He didn't care if Loretta found out because he could always say the maid was lying and they could always fire her. Hell, she gave one hell of a blow-job. He might keep her on the side to give him some head when he needed it, like today. She was the best thing he did today.
"Uh…" The last few shots of cum came out of him and into her. "Oh baby, that was great. You were great."
She sat back and smiled. "I'm glad you liked it. And if you're ready for seconds…"
"Fuck, no," he laughed. "You milked me dry. For the time being, that is. Maybe later." He stopped, then asked, "What were you doing up here? This is my own private room and nobody is allowed in."
Elsa squirmed. "When I saw you come home, I wanted to talk to you," she explained. "You see, from the time I started working for you, I've been hot for that piece of meat hanging between your legs. You may not have noticed, but that's how I get my kicks. And I wanted to try it out for size."
"Well, as they say, one size fits all."
She nodded. "I hope you won't say anything to Mrs. Christine about the awful way I've been acting. I just had to do it, though. I've wanted your cock in my mouth so bad that one night, I went into the bathroom, locked myself in and jacked off with the shower hose."
"The shower hose?"
She nodded again. "I was afraid to use my vibrator because it hums too loud, and I didn't want anyone to find my dildo, so I figured that I could get away using the shower hose. It's so easy. I just turn it on lukewarm, spread my legs, and let the water pour against my clit. It gets hard pretty quick and I'm cuming in no time flat. It's very convenient, but it uses up a hell of a lot of warm water."
"You won't need that fucking hose any more," he reassured her. "As long as I'm around."
"Good. It's okay, the shower hose, but nothing beats hard flesh and blood."
"Any time you feel like you have to suck some cock, my meat is available to you, baby. And the same goes for me. When I want a piece of ass, and especially a nice warm cunt to lap up, I'll know where to find it. Right, doll?"
"Yes," she nodded. "I liked your sausage better than some of those young studs. You can keep it up just great. Some of those guys shoot their pudding two seconds after they're in. There's nothing a girl loves more than an experienced dick. It's no fun when the guy cums right away and leaves us horny cunts hanging by our pussy hairs." She reached down and fondled his cock. "But this fine specimen of meat deserves a congressional medal. It has a lot of kick-back power."
"That twat of yours wasn't bad, either," he said. "Watered off enough juice for an army. Your pussy sure stores up a lot of cum."
She got up and slipped back into her maid uniform. "Time to get dinner ready. It's almost seven-thirty. You're probably hungry."
"Ha," he laughed. "Seems like I've been eating all day."