The moment Joanna walked into the Red Rooster Cocktail Lounge, she was certain she'd made a mistake. She had no experience with places like this. She'd been downtown paying some bills and it was just too hot to go on. She needed a cold drink and an hour of cool air.
The air in the place had a sharp, musty odor. There was soft lighting, almost too soft. The beat of sensuous rock music vibrated around the walls. A woman giggled and glasses tinkled. The young bartender looked at Joanna with a knowing smile.
"I'll have a daiquiri," Joanna said. Down the bar, a long-haired man with dark, brooding eyes smiled at her. She didn't smile back. Not here. You never knew about places like this. But the idea that he was interested turned her on. She settled down on the stool and crossed her legs. She flexed her thighs and made her cunt quiver. She felt lewd and wanton. Housewife Joanna Barton was sitting in a sleazy bar. Maybe it wasn't so sleazy. The people certainly looked decent enough. The women could be any of her friends. The men looked interesting, especially the one down the bar who was smiling at her again. She felt the heat in her crotch. She denied it. She ignored it. She pretended it wasn't there.
After the first drink, she went to the ladies' room. She walked into a booth and closed the door. She was bare-legged, just panties, a skirt and a blouse. She found a wide stain of white, sticky fluid in the crotch of bet panties. Her cunt had been dripping like a faucet. She cursed and scrubbed at the spot with toilet paper. After a long pee, she wiped herself carefully, not wanting to touch her swollen, hungry clit. She touched it anyway and moaned softly. She finally clenched her teeth and pulled her hand away from her hot pussy. She'd be damned if she'd beat off in a public toilet. She flushed the bowl and left the booth. She washed her hands and nearly ran out of the rest room.
"Hello doll."
The man who'd been eyeing her at the bar blocked the narrow little passageway outside the restrooms.
"Let me pass," Joanna said.
"What's your hurry, doll? Don't you want a little company?"
"No," she said. She tried to push around him, but there wasn't enough room. She suddenly felt his hands on the cheeks of her ass. They were standing in a public place filled with people, but no one seemed to care about what was happening.
"Please," she said. "Take your hands off me and let me go. I just came in here to cool off."
He smiled at her. He was tall. He had long hair and a moustache. He had an arrogant, sensual face and blazing eyes.
"Let me buy you a drink," he said. The clutching of hands on her ass caused her pussy to quiver and she finally yielded.
"At the bar," she said. At least the bartender would be there to protect her.
He let her pass and walked behind her with his hands on her ass, maneuvering her through the crowd. By the time they got to the bar, he had his hand inside the waistband of her skirt. "Don't do that," she said.
He chuckled. "You say don't do that, but you don't take my hand away." He gazed down the front of her blouse. "Luscious looking tits, doll."
She blushed. She was definitely turned onto him. She knew she shouldn't be, but there it was. He told the bartender to bring her a daiquiri. Everything was happening so fast. He had his hand down on her belly inside her skirt.
"Stop," she said. "Please, stop it. People will see us."
"Don't worry about that, doll. Nobody cares."
He was right about that – nobody seemed to care. He slipped his hand further down and tangled his fingers in her bush.
"You're pants are wet," he said. "You're juiced up, aren't you, doll?"
He massaged her clit with a fingertip. He probed her wet, sticky cunthole.
"Nothing in the world like a dripping pussy," he hissed.
"Please," she moaned. "Take me out of here!"
She walked out with him. He kept a firm grip on her arm. She thought she ought to make a break for it, but she knew she really wanted to go with him. At least her cunt did. Her cunt had a mind of its own. At the moment, the only thing her pussy wanted was the action of a hot cock.
He led her into an apartment building and up an elevator to an apartment on a high floor. He smiled at her as he unlocked the door.
"I'm Roy Price," he said. "What's your name, doll?"
"Joanna."
"Make yourself at home, Joanna. Take off your clothes and relax. Roy Price is going to fuck your brains out."
He had his clothes off before she had a chance to protest. He had a beautiful body. His shoulders were broad and he was strongly muscled. His hips were slender and his ass tight. The strength in his legs turned her on. His belly and legs were covered with a great deal of dark hair. The hair went from just below the navel clown to his crotch. An enormous cock jutted out of the mass of black crotch hair – beautiful, hard, hot, and dripping.
Joanne licked her lips. She stripped off her clothes and stood there not knowing what to do. He came to her with a laugh and lifted her up in his arms. He began caressing her body. She purred like a cat under his touch.
"You've got dimples in your ass," he said. He pressed the dimples. "Your husband's lucky."
"What makes you think I'm married?"
He chuckled. "Your wearing a wedding ring, dummy."
She blushed. "Okay, I'm married."
"Hubby doesn't, appreciate you any more, is that it, doll?"
"Never mind my husband," she said.
His hand was working over her clit and cunt. She gasped when one finger suddenly popped into the rubbery ring of her asshole.
"Oh, God, yes!" she said. "That feels good!"
She rocked her body up and down. She squirmed and panted. She swiveled her hips. She moaned at the way he massaged her clit with an expert thumb.
He wiggled a finger deep, inside her cunthole. The feel of the finger in her asshole threatened to make her come on the spot. She reached down between them and took hold of his cock. His fuck-meat throbbed under her fingers.
"That's it, baby!" he crooned. "Keep it up, doll."
She moaned at the three-fingered action. He had her clit, cunt-hole, and asshole vibrating like a musical instrument. Her crotch was on fire. She didn't want to come on his fingers. She wanted that big cock of his shoved up inside her.
"Fuck me!" she hissed.
He pulled his fingers out of her body and mounted her. His purplish, swollen cock lingered just inside the mouth of her cunt. His hands tugged at the plump cheeks of her ass, rolling her upward to give him a better angle. She felt her hips tilting upward, her cunt opening for him. Then he slammed his cock into her with a mighty groan. She spread her legs wide apart and grunted her pleasure.
"Christ, you're tight!" he said. The pressure of his hands on her ass grew more urgent. She tried to adjust her cunt to take all of him, but his cock hit bottom before she could do it.
"Get you ass up off the bed," he said.
He smiled at her with his hot, dark eyes. He lifted up her legs and pressed them back until her knees were on either side of her head. Her crotch was pointed at the ceiling. Her gaping cunt was at his mercy. No man had ever doubled her up like this. She knew he was now going to shove his cock in deeper than she'd ever had a cock before. A shudder passed over her body as he pushed the long pole of his fuck-meat down the steaming channel of her cunt. Her movements grew frantic. He held his cock deep inside her cunt, his balls smashed up against her asshole. She gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt on the long hot pole. Once again his hand was under her ass. She screamed with delight as a long finger suddenly shot into the tight ring of her shit-hole.
It was almost like having two cocks inside of her at once. She'd never dreamed such bliss could be possible. She opened her mouth and howled. His mammoth cock slammed in and out of her tight, hot pussy. He used long strokes, bringing it out so far that she was terrified it would slip out all the way.
His finger fucked deeply into her asshole, circling around inside, sending shivers of exquisite sensation up and down her spine. The hot pleasure flared out through her belly and crotch, her cunt and her clit, and without any warning, she cried out in the throes of an orgasm.
She felt completely stuffed with cock. Sweat ran between her bouncing tits like a river. Each time they slammed together, their wet flesh made a slapping noise.
"Hold on!" he growled.
"I can't!" she cried. "I can't!" He stroked his finger more vigorously inside her asshole, pumping it in and out and driving her up to another orgasm. Her cunt fluttered and grasped at his cock. He suddenly began plunging his fuck-meat in and out with a wild tempo, digging deep with each stroke into her boiling cunt. The finger fucking her asshole became frenzied. She hovered on the brink of another orgasm. She felt his body tighten. She heard a quick, indrawn gasp as he prepared for he final drive. He rammed his cock in to the hilt, barely leaving his balls outside. Her body heaved and humped. Her cuntjuice rolled out just as the first jet of his jism squirted into her spasming pussy. He shot off great volleys of cum, bathing her cunt-hole with his slimy white cream.
They lay there in each other's arms, spent and exhausted, savoring the last moments of their mutual orgasms.
After awhile she made him stretch out on his back. She crouched over him and began sucking his juice-coated cock. She kept sucking until the blood came back to stiffen his meat. She dipped her head up and down, licking and teasing him. Then she went all the way down on his cock, taking the immense length of it inside her mouth, letting it slide down past the back of her tongue and into her throat. He finally pushed her face away. He made her lie with her ass on the edge of the bed. He got on the floor on his knees and draped her legs over his shoulders. He looked up at her and grinned.
"You like having your cunt sucked?"
She smiled. She pulled a pillow under her head so she'd be able to watch him. "Doesn't everyone?"
She felt the furry beat of his tongue as it stabbed like liquid fire on her clit. She moaned and shook her head back and forth. Her legs dangled down his back, the knees bent at his shoulders. Spreading her open with both hands, he sucked on her juicy, hot cunt. He moved his mouth back and forth between clit and cunt-hole, churning her juice over her meat.
He abruptly removed his tongue and stood up. She groaned her disappointment.
"Roll over," he said.
With a flip of his big hands, he turned her over on the bed. He pulled her up on her knees. His hands worked at her, coming up from under her bush. A finger massaged her clit. Two fingers dug deep into the tunnel of her cunt. His fingers were thick and hard and as delicious as a cock. The walls of her cunt clutched and grabbed at them. The hot, sticky jism from the last fuck squished in the channel and dripped over his hand. With his hands under her like that, she felt like a pet mink being fondled by its owner. She was totally unprepared for the shock of his cockhead pressing at the tight ring of her asshole.
She screamed at the pain. "Oh, no, please, not that!"
"Hold still," he growled.
"Oh, God!"
"Just hold still, baby."
Her moans were muffled by the bedding. His fat, bulbous cockhead relentlessly pushed into the tight rubber ring of her virginal asshole.
"Oh, please!" she groaned. A shrill sounding howl rose out of her throat. She jerked her body back and forth. Her ass shifted from side to side as she attempted to get away from him. But she was caught. She was pinned by the fingers steadily working on her clit and cunt. Her cunt-hole tightly gripped the digits pushing inside her. The muscles dosing her ass also closed her cunt on his fingers.
"Relax!" he hissed.
"How can I relax when you're up my ass?"
Her body shook. There was no way to fight the hot bulb of his cockhead as it pushed against her asshole. Holding her breath, her eyes shut tight, she gave up the battle.
He pushed in a little at a time. The searing pain kept ripping through her, but despite the pain deep within her, she knew she did not want him to stop. She'd had heavy fantasies of having a cock up her ass and now she was getting it. She'd be getting every inch of this stranger's cock, without any mercy. Her tits rubbed against the bedding and turned her nipples into red-hot coals. She groaned. His cock felt bigger in her ass than it ever had in her cunt. The rubber ring of her asshole kept stretching. She imagined what it must look like – stretching out, unpuckering, the tiny, pinkish-brown hole opening wide enough to accept his huge cock, and then clamping down like a pair of lips around his meat.
She had him all the way up into her guts. She could feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside her shit-hole. She mewled with lust as her narrow opening became adjusted to the thick shaft. The combination of pleasure and pain was heavenly.
She was bathed in sweat. The cheeks of her ass jerked with each added fraction of an inch as he shoved his cock in deeper.
At last the tight, straining muscles of her ass stopped the struggle to expel him.
"That's it," he said.
The pain gradually dwindled. He was all the way in now. She could feel his balls tight and hard against her cunt. She forced her body to relax. She gave herself up to the hot waves of pleasure. She cringed and bit her lip when he began pistoning his cock in and out of her ass, but once again the pain decreased and there was only the pleasure. She began bucking her ass backward in order to meet him thrust for thrust. Her fists beat against the bed. She opened her mouth and cried out.
"Oh, God, I like it! I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm commming!"
He kept pumping in and out of her ass, and soon she felt the first spurting of his hot jism in her shit-hole. Grunting, she collapsed on the bed with saliva drooling out of her open mouth.
Later, when he pulled his cock out of the ring of her stretched asshole, she smiled, winced, and smiled again.