There wasn't much time for polite conversation after the wild cocksucking session. Henderson had to get back to entertaining his other party guests. But he did promise to come visit Bonnie at her home the following Wednesday. That was his afternoon for golf, he said, but he could easily break the date. He would load poor Rodney down with work so that there was a no chance of him coming home early and finding his boss in bed with his sexy young wife.
"I want to get you between the sheets for two or three hours and fuck the ass off you, you little bitch," Henderson said, heading for the door.
"Mmmmmm, I'd love it!" Bonnie moaned, still on her knees in front of his chair. The cum hung in rubbery strings from her chin. Thick streams of it still spilled down her tits.
"There's a private bathroom just through that door," he said, pointing to another exit. "Why don't you head over there and clean yourself up?"
"Mmmmm, I kind of like the way I feel, all soiled and sticky with your spunk!" She grinned. "It feels like you did something really, really dirty to me!"
"Well, fuck, I did, didn't I?" he asked. "I just came in your mouth, you silly little cunt! How much dirtier could we get?"
"We'll see on Wednesday," Bonnie said. And she raised one hand up above her face. Her fingers were webbed with cum, and she tilted back her head and let the gooey stuff drip and drool down into her mouth. Her eyes were glued to his face the whole time.
"Jesus, you really love cum, don't you?"
"I adore it! I can never get enough cum! I'd like to take a bath in it!"
Suddenly he moved away from the door and opened a cabinet set against one wall. He pulled out an expensive-looking camera and came over to kneel in front of her. Then he began taking pictures, recording for all time Bonnie's spunk-splattered mouth and tits and belly. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she grinned into the lens as the cum from her fingers plopped into her mouth. She was at ease posing for his camera.
"You are one unforgettable fucking sight!" he hissed. "I should have record of this evening, just to remind me it really happened!"
"Oh, it happened all right!" Bonnie laughed and posed more as he snapped shot after shot.
He did leave eventually, and she used tissue to clean up most of the spunk before pulling her dress back up over her shoulders. Then she crept to the private bathroom he had indicated and finished the job, washing herself thoroughly and applying a fresh coat of make-up. She went back to the party and sheepishly sought out her husband. She'd been wondering if he'd even missed her. But it was obvious from his flushed face that he had.
"You were sure gone long enough," he said. "What were you talking about in there so long?"
"You knew where I was?"
"I saw you go into the library with old Henderson! I was just about to come in after you! He didn't make a pass at you, did he?"
"Don't be silly," Bonnie said, smiling. "Mr. Henderson is a very sweet man. He really knows how to impress a girl."
On the way home later, Rodney brought up the question of Mr. Henderson again. And Bonnie had an urge to tell all. But she didn't. Rodney just said he hoped she'd been nice to his boss. A lot depended on how well they all got along socially.
"Don't worry, Rodney, I charmed the pants off him," Bonnie said, smiling to herself in the dark of the car. "And I plan on doing all I can to keep charming him!"
She thought ahead to Wednesday, and how she would fuck and suck Mr. Henderson all afternoon while her unsuspecting husband was at work. Her pussy was still wet from her wild cocksucking session and she squirmed a little in her seat for the rest of the ride home. The main question on her mind for the remainder of the evening was how she could stand to wait till Wednesday rolled around.
When they got home, Rodney fucked her in his usual fashion. He rolled on top of her, pumped in and out for five or seven minutes, then shot his load. He promptly rolled off her and went off to sleep. But for one, Bonnie didn't mind. She was wet enough, after what had happened, to cum fairly quickly herself, and soon she too was sinking into a deep sleep. But she couldn't help but wonder what she'd do for exciting sex till the middle of the week.
She managed to get through the weekend. Rodney was usually rested enough for those two days to be able to fuck her three or four times. So she tried to be satisfied with that. But by Monday she was ready to climb the walls again. She needed a cock. Any cock. Just as long as it wasn't her husband's. The bigger and uglier the better. She wanted to be split in half by a cock.
Late Monday afternoon she suddenly remembered where she'd seen a cock that might be as big as Mr. Henderson's. It was down at the private gym she used, and it belonged to the fellow who shared ownership of the place. Franco, he was called, and he was dark and hairy and handsome. He had muscles that bulged and rippled. He rarely wore shorts, preferring to keep up the business-like appearance of a property owner. But once in a while he did, and Bonnie remembered how his crotch had bulged as he had demonstrated some new piece of equipment to a client.
She changed quickly into the briefest, most daring exercise outfit she owned. And then she took a cab to the gym, figuring she had at least two hours before Rodney would be home. And as luck would have it, the place was nearly deserted. Franco had raised the rates recently, and many people had stopped using the facility. Rodney said she could still go there though. He figured he was a hotshot executive, and nothing was too good for his new bride. Bonnie silently thanked him as she made a great show of exercising by herself in a quiet corner.
Franco was looking after the place this afternoon, and he was chatting or offering advice to the two other people present. He glanced at Bonnie once or twice but made no move to come over to her. He smiled politely and went about his business.
He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, Bonnie noticed. And she checked out the bulge in his crotch. It was swelling out promisingly, and her own crotch tingled at the thought of having his big prick inside her. She wished the other people would leave. She wanted a chance with Franco alone before anyone else came into the place. But both people struggled on and on, stretching and pumping weights and growing redder and redder in the face. By the time they straggled out to the locker room, Bonnie was glistening with sweat from her workout.
"Well, young lady, and howls your workout going?" Franco asked, finally coming over to give her some attention. •"You seem to be doing very well."
"Oh, I don't think I'm using any of this equipment correctly," Bonnie said, "Maybe you could show me. Is this right?"
She began to pump the handles on a machine, raising her arms above her head again and again. Her T-shirt, which was cut off high above her navel, shifted even higher with each pump. The lower swells of her big tits were visible almost to the nipples. Her tits shifted and heaved inside the tight fabric.
"That is good, yes," Franco said, trying not to look at her straining tits. "But try it a little more slowly."
Bonnie did as he said. But now she leaned back a little, so that her shirt rode even higher. Franco could now see the lower rings of her pink areolas each time she shoved her arms into the air. Her nipples were jutting out the fabric like chunks of stone.
"Like this? Is this good?" she asked, looking him in the eye.
"Yes, very good," he said, a light film of perspiration appearing on his forehead.
Bonnie leaned back a fraction more, just enough so that her sturdy nipples peeked into the open occasionally. She was excited. She wondered how much longer she'd have to do work before he grabbed her. The sight of her nearly naked tits had driven many men wild. Yet he was trying to be cool and detached. She decided to try something else.
"I need to exercise my legs. Is this a good thing to try?" she asked, And suddenly she moved away from the arm weights and threw a leg over a bench attached to another machine.
She straddled the thing, then leaned back and began spreading her legs and then closing them, her crotch tilted up at Franco. The lower part of her outfit ride high over both hips, leaving them bare. The crotch piece was a very narrow vee that let a few stray cunthairs peek free.
Franco watched her, his eyes dark and serious. He could no longer see her nipples. He kept his attention on her crotch instead. The vee of her outfit seemed to be getting narrower as she scissored her legs back and forth.
"Is this good?" she asked. "Will this build muscles?"
He continued watching the gorgeous woman as she opened and closed her legs. And he tried to think of what it would be best to do under the circumstances. The little slut was obviously asking for it, but he hesitated to make a move. It wasn't always good for business to fuck your clients.
Besides, he knew she was married. He didn't want to lose her husband's business either. Yet she was hard to resist. He'd avoided talking to her in the past on purpose, because he knew she was nothing but a dirty little slut. But this was hard to ignore. She was spreading her legs for him again and again, virtually begging him to fuck her. And still he resisted.
Bonnie began to wonder just what she had to do to get to Franco. She glanced at his crotch, and his cock-bulge did appear to be growing. But still he didn't make a move. Her legs moved in and out, and she felt her crotchband narrowing and getting wetter. It would only be a matter of seconds, she knew, before the material slipped inside her cuntlips together. Then she would see how much resistance he had. She could feel her pussylips growing wetter and wetter. They were swelling, as they always did when she got excited. Her inner cuntlips could grow into inch-long flaps.
There was a soft pop, and her wet crotch slipped between the puffy lips of her cunt. Her pussylips seemed to gnaw on the material, chewing it inside. Two or three inches of her costume disappeared between her cuntlips. It felt good, pressing down on her clit. As she moved her legs in and out, the friction of the material felt wonderful. Bonnie's eyes glazed over as she stared up at him.
"Goodnight, Franco!" someone shouted suddenly.
Bonnie snapped her legs shut over her creamy crotch. She watched the two other people move toward the door. She sat up on the bench as Franco moved away to say goodnight to the couple. He had a quiet conversation with them as they moved out the door. And after what seemed like an hour, he turned back into the room to face her.
Bonnie was completely naked. She'd slipped off her T-shirt and her soiled shorts, and she stood proud and smiling in the center of the floor. Her tits heaved on her chest. Her golden cunt mound glowed damply. She watched him closely, then moved over to where a steel pole an inch in diameter ran up alongside a piece of exercise equipment. She clutched the pole and shoved her body harshly against it.
"I want you to fuck me so bad I can taste it!" she hissed, her lovely mouth glistening. "You can do anything you want to me! You can fuck my mouth, my tits, anything! But please, please, please, fuck my cunt first! I'm so hot for you I'm steaming!"
Franco seemed to come to a decision. He quickly locked the door to the place and walked over to her. On the way, he peeled off his T-shirt and tossed it aside. There was a grim expression on his face, as if he was doing this against his better judgment. But he couldn't resist any longer.
He began to peel off his shorts. But as he did, he stared at her. She had forced herself hard against the shiny metal pole, and her swollen cuntlips had actually folded themselves around the thing. She bent her knees and moved up and down, fucking the pole brazenly. She stared at Franco the whole time and licked her lips.
"You're a very dirty young woman," Franco said simply. "You're the strangest, hottest little slut we've ever had in here."
Bonnie grinned. But her smile turned to deep excitement as she caught sight of what hung down between his legs. As he stepped from his shorts, she saw a thick, ten-inch cock sway out and down, its sides all covered with veins, the cockhead swollen. She licked her lips, gave a little moan, and suddenly left the pole and dropped to her knees in front of him.
She grabbed his cock, clutching it tight. And she began to rub it all over her face, just as she'd done with Henderson a few days before. She smiled lewdly as she smeared the cock into her cheeks, nose, and eyes. And she began muttering hoarsely, staring up at him whenever his giant prick wasn't in the way.
"I love a huge, ugly cock! Fuck, how I love them!" she moaned. And she began licking the underside of the cock wantonly.
She jerked it in her hand, feeling its heat and power. Her head dipped and tilted and she began licking and slurping at his heavy balls. Her lips closed over one ball completely and she sucked on it. All the while, she moaned softly, as if she was well on the way to coming already. She glanced up at him as she sucked his ball. His huge cock lay propped up along the left side of her face.
"You're a newlywed, aren't you?" Franco asked suddenly, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice.
"Yes! I've only been married six weeks!" Bonnie gasped, slipping her mouth off his swollen ball. "And I know you must think I'm a slut and a whore, but I can't help it! I love sex! I love big, ugly cocks!"
Her mouth slurped down over his cockhead and she sucked several inches of prickshaft between her lips. She bobbed her head up and down and blew him, while her fist jacked up and down on the base of his cock. She was determined his prick be fully stiff before taking it between her legs. She wanted it to be as long and thick as possible. Her lips made squeaking noises on his wet prick.
"Married for six weeks, and you're already blowing strange men in public places!" Franco gasped.
He sounded sad, as if he'd long since given up all hope of understanding women. He watched the girl young enough to be his daughter slurp on his prick like a wanton whore.
"Fuck me now! Please fuck me!" Bonnie groaned, pulling her mouth off his cock. "I need you so bad! I want your big thick cock deep inside my cunt!"
She lay down on the floor and spread her legs wide. Her fingers gripped both pussylips and pried them wide apart. The gaping pink hole of her cunt was shining up at him, all fresh and clean. Franco wondered vaguely how many cocks her sweet young cuntlips had been wrapped around. Then he got down on his knees and leaned down over her.
But he didn't slip his cock into her yet. First he dipped his head between her legs and began to lick and suck at her open pussyflesh. First the thick, puffy outer cuntlips, all lined with blonde hair. Then the more delicate, rubbery inner pussylips, which were pink and wet. He nibbled at the loose, swelling skin and it expanded for him. The inner lips seemed to blossom at his touch like a weird plant. Bonnie moaned with pleasure and scissored her legs in and out on either side of his head.
"Oh yes! Eat my cunt!" she whimpered. "My husband never does that! And I love it so much! Eat my hot cunt!"
Franco slurped and slobbered between her legs, tugging on her inner pussylips until the flaps were over an inch long, like little wings on either side of her cunt. He touched her clit with his tongue and began sucking on it.
"Ohhhhh, fuck! Oh fuck!" she groaned. "You dirty bastard! Eat my cunt! Suck my clit! I love your hot sucking mouth!"
"Ohhhh, fuck! Oh fuck!" she groaned. "You dirty bastard! Eat my cunt! Suck my clit! I love your hot sucking mouth!"
She was humping her ass up off the carpet, mashing her crotch onto his mouth. And he sucked and chewed on her almost viciously, as if he wanted to hurt her. She whimpered and moaned as if she were about to burst into tears. Her hips began to rotate around and around. Yet he followed her every move. His mouth stayed glued to her as he gnawed on her open cunt.
"So long since I had my cunt eaten! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she hissed. She grabbed her tits and dug her fingers deep into the flesh.
Franco quit eating her as suddenly as he'd begun. One second he was chewing her out, the next he was lifting his head from her crotch and crawling between her legs, his giant hard-on in his hand. Her cunt was hopelessly wet and open. It looked big enough to shove his fist into. He slotted his cockhead between the outer pussylips and rammed forward. Eight inches of cockmeat fucked into her and she groaned loudly. Without pausing, he crammed the rest of his hard prick inside her, till only his balls remained outside.
Bonnie stared up at him through glazed eyes, her lids half-closed. Her mouth was open and her nostrils flared. For once, she seemed speechless. Then she smiled slightly, obviously deeply satisfied by what she had inside her. She began to squirm a little beneath him, adjusting to the big prick. Her breath was coming in short little bursts. When she spoke, it was with quite a bit of effort.
"Can I be on top? I want to feel your big cock deep, deep inside me! I want to sit on it so that it goes as deep as possible!"
He reached both hands down under her to circle her tiny waist. Then he swung back on his haunches and raised her, his cock still buried up her cunt. He gently eased down onto his back, and she swayed into an upright position on top of him, her legs scissored on either side. She leaned over him slightly so that her big tits dangled down into his face, He grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed hard.
"Fuck, it feels so good inside me! So big! So hard!" Bonnie moaned. "I'm going to cum within seconds, I just know it! I don't even have to. fuck you to get off!"
But she did begin to move, slowly at first, then more and more quickly. She began by rotating her crotch and ass around on his cock, then gently eased herself up and down on it. She rode him easily, confidently, thrilled at the sensations his giant prick was sending through her. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and she closed her eyes. Her big tits heaved and strained in his hands.
"I'm sure glad I'm not married to you, you horny little slut!" Franco grunted. "How many men have you fucked and sucked since your wedding?"
"You're only the third, believe it or not!" she moaned. "But don't worry, there are going to be lots more! I'll never get enough cock!"
Her voice was tense and her breathing grew more and more uneven. Soon she was bobbing up and down on him so hard that he knew she was on the verge of cumming. Her head whipped from side to side. Her hair flew in all directions. He let go of her tits and watched them bounce up and down on her chest. The nipples were long, And the way she was riding him, he knew he couldn't last much longer himself.
"Talk dirty to me! Call me dirty names!" she panted.
Her cunt was sliding up and down on his dick rapidly, making wet slurping noises.
"Cunt! Bitch! Slut! Filthy cocksucking whore!" he shouted, "You're a two-timing slut! A horny, cheating cunt! You're a tramp! A fucking cocksucking cunt!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Bonnie screamed.
She was cumming, fucking herself up and down on his cock wildly. Waves of pleasure rolled through her.
"Cocksucking pussy! Dirty fucking bitch!" Franco yelled. And then he could say no more. He was cumming too.
Three jets of hot spunk blasted up into Bonnie's cunt. She felt them coiling and sizzling inside her. Another wad shot free. And another, until great thick strings of spunk were drooling out her cuntlips and down over Franco's cock and balls. The friction of her pumping cunt whipped the cum into froth and it speckled her cunthair, thighs, and his belly.
"I'm a dirty cocksucking slut! A two-timing whore! And I love it!" she wailed. "Fuck me hard! Fill me with cum! Blast me full of steaming-hot spunk! I fucking love it!"
"Bitch! Cunt! Cocksucking slut!" Franco groaned.
"Yes! I am! I am!" Bonnie laughed. "And it's so much fun! I love it! Being single was never this much fun! I'm married and I'm still fucking all the men I want! I love it! I love being a cocksucking slut!"
And with that, she settled down on top of him, her cunt awash with his steaming juice.