"Please, Frankie, oh, please," Linda cried out, eager for another fuck.
"Yes, dear, yes, darling," Frankie answered, amused at her ardor. Seldom did one find such a woman, he thought.
She wondered if she were reading him correctly. His unspoken praise was just what her poor wounded ego needed, wounded by her husband's rejection of her, by month after month of her unspent passion.
How she needed this man now! How she craved him! She held him tightly, her arms thrown around his back. Her legs were wound around his calves.
He cupped one arm around her waist and lay heavily and naked across her ample breasts. She felt his heavy, warm, breathing in her ear. He nuzzled her ear lobe with his nose, then nipped at it. He stuck his tongue into it, reaching into the inner recesses of her sensitive ear.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "How did you know I was sensitive there?" She looked at him quizzically, innocently. What other secrets did this remarkable man know about her?
"Many women are mostly there," ho responds.
"Have you had may?" she asked hesitantly. She looked away. She didn't know if she wanted to hear his reply.
"Well," he shrugged. "If you've lived as long as I have, you have!" He smiled.
"You're married, aren't you?" she asked. "Yes."
"How long?"
"I've been married twice, actually. Ten years both times. I'm forty-two," he added.
"That saved pie from asking," she said, smiling, but it depressed her slightly to learn of his commitment.
She concentrated on the pleasant sensations he was giving her in her pussy. Slowly, he was rubbing his cock against the walls of her cunt, by going around and around, and hardly in and out at all.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she said softly, as she took up the rhythm. The sensations were delightful.
Suddenly she felt him slip a hand under her buttocks. A finger inched its way along her ass crack. It searched for something and found it, thrusting right into her asshole.
She started. She was frightfully sensitive there. It didn't hurt, but almost. His finger dipped in and out of her rectum, prodding apart the tight walls of her sphincter muscle. His movements relaxed her entire pelvic area. She became soft and pliable there. Then he began rocking forward and back, thrusting and withdrawing his thick cock, in and out of her.
She rocked up and down on his smooth, wet stick. "I'd love to fuck between your ass cheeks sometime," he said directly.
She opened her eyes wide. "We'll save that for a rainy day," she said finally.
"I didn't mean to be disrespectful," he added, searching her eyes.
They both burst out laughing.
She cupped his chin with one hand and kissed his lips softly, then suddenly dug the finger of her other hand into his rectum.
"You weren't," she said.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned approvingly. "Really," he added, when he'd recovered from the initial shock, "have you done it that way before?" He wiggled his ass so her finger slid in deeper.
She shook her head. "No, I'm afraid it would hurt. You've got quite an instrument down there. And so did…" she caught herself. "So does my husband."
Frankie smiled. "If it's done right, it doesn't hurt… much. It can be a real high for a woman, so I'm told."
They fell silent and became aware only of their bodies, and the pleasure each was getting, each was giving.
He rose up on his knees suddenly, pulling his cock out. Then he lifted her knees, one at a time, over his shoulders. It lifted her buttocks off the mattress. She had no leverage now. She was at his mercy. She smiled weakly up at him and groaned loudly with the pleasure of his first deep stroke. She pressed against him as best she could. He began stroking swiftly now.
She could hardly catch her breath. It felt so sexy to be halfway up in the air like this and in a man's control. He pumped in and out of her, in and out, until she grew delirious with pleasure. But he didn't stop there. He thrust hard into her again and again and again. Her pussy dripped with juices. She was brimming over with her sweet liquid.
"Oh, Frankie, Frankie, you feel so damn good," she crooned. Her mouth was slack and half open. Her chin was up, her head thrown back, her eyes half closed.
Suddenly he pulled out and lowered her hips gently to the couch. She looked puzzled. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at him.
"What's the matter?"
"I want you to eat me," he said. Without waiting for her to answer him, he walked on his knees up her body, straddling her on either side, till he reached her neck and shoulders.
His cock protruded straight out and Linda was only too happy to suck on it. It looked delectable, pointing straight at her mouth. She grasped it with her hand and put her mouth over the knobby head. She moved her wet lips all over it. It tasted of her own cunt juices.
"Like the flavor?" asked Frankie.
"Mmmmmm," Linda grunted. She did. She wondered if another woman's cunt juices would taste as good. If so, a woman in bed with her wouldn't be half bad, she thought.
She licked his hot prick and his balls till he was sopping. Oh, they tasted so good. She would go to hell and back to be able to suck on a cock like that one again. He seemed an inch longer than Tim, and half an inch thicker.
"You look lovely sucking on my cock like that," Frankie said. He tousled her hair. "It feels so damn good." Then he said no more and she continued to jerk and eat him off.
Her face contorted with the large cock in her mouth. She palmed his balls and inched a finger into his asshole. He groaned deeply.
She sucked on him now with all her might. She wanted to suck him dry. She wanted him to come in her mouth and pour all his cum down her waiting throat.
She wanted to taste the sweetness of his cum. She wanted him to fuck her mouth till he was all sucked out. She wanted him to fill her mouth to the brim with his delicious gunk.
She ate him feverishly. She sucked and drooled all over his hard sword. The only sound in the room was her sucking and an occasional grunt from him.
"Oh, baby, suck me off, suck me dry!" he crooned. His balls slapped against her face and cheeks as she ate him right down to the root of his stem.
"Come, oh, come, baby," she called back to him, though her words were muffled in his groin.
She could tell he was getting hotter and hotter, higher and higher. She was getting so excited herself that she was digging her teeth into his staff.
"Ooooh, don't do that," he pleaded at one point, and at another, when her jaw slipped and her teeth nipped him lightly, he startled. "Ow, honey!"
She kept pawing his balls with her one hand and thrusting a forefinger in and out of his anus with the other.
She was getting worried about the late hour when all of a sudden he came. His whole body was shaking as he pumped his cum into her mouth.
She felt his cream gush into her mouth, and she swallowed as fast as it came.
For a split second she feared choking on it, there seemed so much. But she kept on swallowing. Finally she knew she could handle all of it. And what was left on his cockhead, dripping drop by drop from his flagging dick, she lapped up eagerly with the tip of her tongue.
"Mmm, Frankie, you taste good," she said. And with that she took a handful of her long blond hair and wiped off his stem with it.
"A noble gesture," said Frankie, impressed.
She laughed. But she found herself getting depressed. She eyed his now-slack dick and felt the inner cravings of her still unsatiated cunt.
Her fingers went to her blond mound and she unconsciously began playing with herself. She still needed more.
Frankie eyed her. He was lying down beside her. Then he got up again. "Let me go wipe myself off," he said and went over to the small wash basin in the corner. He took a towel and wiped his dick. Then, putting the towel down, he picked up a brush and began slowly and carefully brushing his hair back in place. He took a hand mirror and brushed the back of his hair carefully. Linda stared. She'd seen nothing quite like it before.
Five minutes later he was finished. She had to smile to herself.
"You look fine," she said. "Tell me, do actors always take care of themselves as well as you do?"
"Primp, you were going to say?" asked Frankie. "Yes, my dear, I, we, like looking nice. And since I must be on my way back to my hotel shortly, I thought it would be good to comb my hair."
"Oh," Linda said. "Your hotel?" She just looked at him. She didn't know what to do with the great hot cravings still seething in her pussy hole. He wanted to leave already?
He put a hand over her mound of Venus. "You didn't get enough dear, did you?" he asked. "I'm sorry. I guess after a play I just don't have the energy to go on forever."
She looked at him. His change of attitude startled her. "Don't you care?" she blurted.
He got all flustered. "Of course, I care. Well, what can I do? You come charging in here to a private party after the play. I mean, I didn't know you were coming!"
"I have news for you, Frankie," she said. "I'm not coming. I mean, I guess I came once, but as they say, once is not enough." She got up and pulled her panties and bra back on, then her skirt and top. She pulled her panty hose in place and slipped into her pumps.
Marching to the washbasin, she picked up Frankie's brush, pulled out the black and gray hairs and began brushing furiously. She was fuming.
"I don't know what you're so sore about," Frankie said gently. "Really, I have a full day of rehearsing tomorrow. This doesn't have to be the last time, you know. You can come here again," he said. "In fact, I'll take you out. That is, if your husband doesn't mind seeing you around town with another man."
"I'll have to think about that," Linda said stubbornly. "I don't know I don't know what he'll think. I don't even know what I think right now."
"That's not uncommon," said Frankie gently. "We all have times like that." He pawed. "That's why it's good to have one's work to hang on to."
"I don't work. Yes, I do work." She changed her mind, and continued brushing, hard, savagely. "I cook, I do the laundry, I clean, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera."
"You're a housewife. That's not the same thing, I guess."
"No? Well, I don't know what I can do." Linda paused. And frowned. "All I want right now is a man who cares about me, a husband or a lover, enough to make love to me every single night of the year."
"Impossible, my dear." Frankie shook his head. "Except, perhaps, that's not true. You're lovely and you're sexy. Why shouldn't a man want to make love to you every night?"
She wheeled around. "Yes, why not?" she implored. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Frankie. But I need it. I need it so." And she burst into tears of frustration. She held the brush to her crotch and wept.
Frankie came over. "There, there, my dear, don't cry. Nothing's wrong with you. Please don't cry. Everything will be all right. Why, some women don't even like sex! There's something wrong with THEM!"
He took bet in his arms and comforted her. She sobbed on his shoulder. Her tits brushed against his chest.
"But Frankie," she sobbed, "I'm so horny. So frustrated. I mean, all the time! I can't go on like this. And now I have to go home to a husband who's going to wander where I've been for the last two hours."
"Now I'm worried. Didn't you think of that?" Linda sobbed some more until she had no more tears. "I'm sorry," she said meekly and drew away. She didn't want him any more. She just wanted to go home.
"Will you call me at the hotel tomorrow?" he inquired. "I'd call you, but I don't think that would be too wise."
"Sure, I'll call," she said. "Where are you staying?"
"The Roosevelt," he answered. "Room 825."
"I'll remember," she promised. She paused. "Would you take me to my car now?"
"Of course." He finished dressing, brushed his hair once more, and flicked the light off. "Avanti!" He guided her out, kissing her once more just in front of his dressing room door. Then he goosed her and she giggled. He placed her arm in his own and they walked together through the stage door out into the warm, seductive evening. She wished suddenly she could take him home with her.