Jay Lawrence sat in his Mustang and drove through aggravating traffic during the heavy rush-hour downtown with a tremendous hard-on in his pants.
Shit, that Anne got him so hot and bothered twenty-four hours a day, wiggling that black little ass in front of his black dick until he just had to shove it up her cunt and fuck her.
And blow-jobs – Christ, that woman was born with a cock in her mouth, and could she suck 'em! To the bone, it just melted in her mouth. It was her food, the cum: her menu consisted of T-bone cock, cream of jism soup, and prick chops. Mmm good, mmm good, that's how Jay's cum tastes, mmm good!
His hard-on kept growing in his pants as he thought of all the far-out things they had done last night. After all that fucking and sucking, they went to sleep and rested for a few hours.
Then Anne shifted the position she was in and moved her head by his cock. She started to breathe an it and he could feel the light breeze blowing softly on his shaft. He started to get it up, all the while sleeping, until it got stiff as a bat.
Anne rolled around on her back, moving this way and that, and ending up, somehow putting her mouth on it, and yet, not aware of what she was doing. She was licking it and sucking and blowing the shit out of it, and he loved it, even though he wasn't full awake.
He could feel her mouth on it and it hadn't dawned on him that she was really eating it.
Sometimes, he would slip his cock out of her mouth and she'd be licking his nuts, but that was great, too, because he liked when she took it out for a while and gave them a work-out, too. Had to keep 'em in shape, you know. By this time, his balls had filled up with lots of cum, just begging to spit in hot mouth, and from the wild sensations he was getting, there wasn't a thing in the world that she wanted more.
Blowing him was becoming an obsession, something that she felt she HAD to do, that her body demanded it, that her tongue needed it, that her mouth hungered for it.
Of course, he was beginning to rouse and was partially awake, but Anne hadn't stirred. Jay was getting so excited that he started pumping it down her throat, making her almost gag from taking too much cock in at once. But no, she could manage, and gobbled it down to his prick hairs.
"You're mouth is so nice and warm… feels good…" he couldn't keep from saying. "That's it, baby, keep going…"
Then Anne woke up, and the whole situation was an instant turn-on. She began to suck harder and harder, massaging his rocks and stroking his inner thighs, all the same time. She'd make him give it all to her, every drop, and suck him completely dry, as if she hadn't already.
But she didn't get too much farther when she felt some hot, creamy liquid with a flat taste shoot into her mouth, emptying into it faster and faster… until her throat was full of it, and she was afraid she couldn't swallow any more, but did, anyway.
His mind went back to the traffic, but his cock did not go back into his pants.
Then he thought of Dawn, for some strange fucking reason. Why should he care about that dumb cunt? She had her cunt on backwards, the bitch. But hell, she was a good lay, made him pop his cork after a few pumps. That's all she deserved, too, the prick-teaser. Quickies. Wasn't worthy of anything but shit.
And blow-jobs – what a joke! She hated to do it, would get out of doing it if she could. Not like Anne, who had her mouth wide-open and ready! Man, she could suck 'em like they were going out of style.
But he still remembered what happened when they fucked. Goddamn, but he did it again. Couldn't hold it at all. Same thing with all his chicks, and that fucking cunt Dawn knew it.
He had a threesome once at a party he went to, and he just HAD to go with Dawn. She was sitting and watching him the whole time. The two black chicks got him over in the corner and worked him over. One had her tits in his face and put his cock up her ass. After a while the other sucked him off. He pumped her a few times and came right away. Couldn't keep his balls on.
The girls laughed and told him they didn't like playing "Peter Rabbit", and he watched Dawn bend over, laughing her guts out. Stupid bitch.
And worst of all, he told Dawn, after that, about his not being able to make it with other chicks, and she told him he was an asshole for trying to change things. He should be sticking with her, and that was all he needed. He couldn't please anybody else. She kept laughing at him.
Well, he was married to Anne now. That would fix her.
Slut, that Dawn was. She'd be sorry for laughing at him, because he was a REAL man, and the best lay she ever had. Tough shit, if she didn't like it. It proved he had enough confidence in himself to be making it with some other chick other than Dawn. And he'd work it out with Anne. It would take him time, but they'd be fucking their brains out and he'd have staying power, just as if she were Dawn.
Richard Christine sat in his study, thinking about how great it was to have that new maid around – now what was that cunt's name again – oh yeah, Elsa. She really turned on to him.
Yep, she was a nice piece of ass to get a little action from. His cock was so worn out from her fucking last night that he didn't think he'd be able to get it up for a week. But he thought about tonight and it got that much harder.
It was crazy, absolutely weird and totally unreal that Elsa would go up to his private room, the one where all his porno collection was stored – and fuck him as if it were part of her job.
And talk about fucking, she was out of this world. She had a pussy on her that just wouldn't quit. In fact, she must really have a long list of bedmates to achieve that kind of balling talent. She was no amateur, by no means. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the timing was exactly the way it should have been.
Now he would have a little hobby to work at, and with Loretta gone for the week, how could things have been better? He'd have the fucking best time of his life, one that was long overdue.
He hadn't gotten laid in two years or so… he had forgot the last time he and Loretta made it. Shit, she hated to fuck, anyway. He could never get her to cum, no matter how hard he tried. It was so obvious that she was faking it. All the groaning and moaning, she wasn't getting off from the thick cock he stuffed into her. She was just doing her part for being the wife of Richard Christine.
Blow-jobs were forbidden. Loretta stayed away from that thing between his legs once he took his pants off and it got hard. It had to be her freaky mother that put all these things in her head to make her daughter so fucked-up! A man's cock wasn't all that bad, and if he'd had his way about it, he'd love to show Loretta exactly how much fun it really was. Let's face it. Loretta would never change. She'd still be the fucking boring asshole slut she was.
"How are you this afternoon?" asked Elsa, suddenly appearing in the room.
He turned to see her. "Great, babe. How's your little twat feeling? All tired out?"
"Never," she grinned.
He sat with his legs spread and felt his cock hardening. For thirty-four, he had a pretty stiff prick.
"Elsa, there's just something I don't understand about this whole thing. Why?"
"Why what, lover?" She was looking at him innocently.
"This whole set-up. What do you want from me, money?"
She was hurt. "I thought you liked it… that I pleased you."
"Christ, more than satisfactory! But the way you're going about this, practically seducing me into fucking you. What's going on?"
She went over to him and sat on his lap. "Listen, baby, I get so Goddamn horny just looking at your body and that delicious bulge between your legs. So why ask questions? Enjoy, enjoy!" she stroked his cock and it moved, grew even more.
"You're going to spoil me, Elsa. Loretta never…"
She frowned. "Please don't talk to me about that cunt. The way she takes your prick for granted, she's ridiculous. I know if I had tabs on that bone of yours, I would never be going on trips to Paris unless I could bring you with me."
"That just may happen."
"Well, if it does, it does. Right now, I want to get my hands on your prick and give it some tender loving care."
He groaned as she unzipped his fly. "Don't let me stop you, honey. Do your thing."
Her hands reached inside and found his cock. "Ahh… a wish bone. I wonder if I'll get my wish."
"There's only one way to find out!"
She squeezed it and caressed his balls. "Yes, yes, I do think it will come true."
Holding his meat in her hands got her real hot and bothered and she knew if she didn't do something with it, she'd go crazy. But she didn't want it in her cunt, not yet. It had to be in her ass. Yeah, the idea was very appealing…
She pulled up her skirt and sat on his lap with her back facing him. He was holding onto her tight, massaging her tits. Yeah, that was good. Real good… now she was reaching for his cock and guiding it into her ass.
Where the hell was the hole… ah… she found it. He was pumping his cock into her… she should have gotten some Vaseline, it hurt a little bit… Goddamn, but his prick was big.
He was kissing the back of her neck and squeezing her tits, and with his other hand, he was grabbing her snatch. Yeah, it was really wet… he was rubbing her cut and pumping his prick into her at the same time.
Christ, what a rod, and he was sticking those fingers into her cunt… ahhh… he was groaning in her ear, saying lots of things to her: "What a cunt… wet pussy… bitch, you better cum good… gonna fuck your ass till it hurts and you won't be able to sit for weeks!"
It got her hot when he said those thing… oh baby, your cock is fantastic… what a prick, and those nuts of his, she could feel them wiggling under her ass… they made her feel even more hot.
She wanted to play with them while he rammed it in… Jesus, he was so stiff and hard… it felt so damn good going in and out… it even made a little funny sound as he hammered it in…
Squish!
His hands were working faster in her cunt… oh you sweet baby… his arm was holding her pretty tight.
Getting fucked in the ass wasn't bad… didn't hurt, and felt GREAT… her cunt was really pouring the juice… his cock hair was rubbing against her ass, and that made her horny, too… in and out… what a fucking big thing it was… she started to cry out: "Thick stud… fill it up! Gas up my tank! Put a tiger in my tank, you pussy-lover… keep going, I'm gonna cum! I'm going to cum! Leave the driving to me… now… I… ooohh… I'm going to do it… gotta get my rocks off… sweet lord, I'm cuming!"
Her body jerked on top of him, thumping, pushing her ass down on his prick to get all that cum pumped inside her. And she felt it all, that hot, sticky, thick, syrupy stuff shooting in there, making the inside of her ass real wet. Ohh, Christ, he could cum, that son of a bitch… he must have a gallon in him.
She was still gasping for air when he zipped up, pushing her off gently.
"Got to go to the office now, baby," he told her. "I have my corporations to think of and how much money they're going to make for me today."
She smiled. "Of course. And I must get to work, too. There's the whole day's cleaning ahead of me, and it'd never get done unless I get started."
"Of course, that doesn't mean we can't start something tonight," He grinned. "And it'll be on my mind all day what a fantastic piece of snatch I have waiting for me…"
"That reminds me, I won't have to go shopping at all today," she told him, indicating his crotch. "We have plenty of meat for the whole week."
He laughed and went into the bathroom and shower, and it took all the courage she had to stay out of there.
Christ, when Loretta hired her, she didn't think her husband would be that GREAT in the sack. In fact, that rich bitch said he was impotent. Yet, he could swing a mean piece of beef that stud could. So who was to say she couldn't enjoy the side benefits.
Her other johns only wanted to get their nuts off and half the time, she didn't even cum. But Richard Christine was a pro.
Okay, so he wasn't hung like those johns that came in once, twice a week for a little action. SO WHAT? His cock had one hell of a drive to it, and that made up for lost inches.
The way she saw it, if she could get his prick every time she was horny, then she wouldn't want another one again. Of course, with the way things were being set up with Loretta Christine, and the money she was getting for pulling it off, she wouldn't be able to hang around for too long.
What the hell, she was a whore, and she was getting paid for this.
But Loretta Christine was one hell of mixed-up cunt to want to dump that. If she had her way about it, she'd keep him on the side for herself!