Chapter 1
Allison Philips drummed her fingers, staring across the table at her husband, Grant, who was in deep conversation on the phone. The one chance in over a month to have dinner at a nice restaurant with him and he was spending it talking to his broker about real estate!
"I'm sorry," Grant said, putting the receiver back in its cradle. "I had to tell him I was having dinner here. He's working on a very important deal for us."
"You mean for you, not us," Allison scowled under her breath. She never knew it was going to be like this, married to a doctor. Fuck! He was never home, and when he was home, all he talked about was investing, investing, and more investing. "Can't you forget about money long enough to enjoy my company?" she snapped.
"I'm enjoying your company," Grant argued, smiling at his wife. "It's just that I have only so much time to take care of our financial business when I'm away from the office and the hospital."
"What about the business of us? You never have time for me. You're always too busy or too tired." She lowered her voice and said, "I need love. I need your cock once in awhile."
Grant looked around, wondering if anyone had heard. "Christ, Allison, you sound like some horny bitch." His voice was a strained whisper.
"I am horny. I'm hot and horny all the time." She placed her hand on his. "I thought that doctors were only interested in saving their patients." She looked at him, loving him, yet not understanding his preoccupation with money. "It wasn't this way when you first started at Harlow Medical."
"That was then," he pointed out. "My practice has grown. There's no reason why I shouldn't be investing our extra money wisely."
"I was hoping you might have changed your mind about the offer," Allison said softly.
"You mean go to work in that small town up the coast and give up all the things we have here? You must be crazy! We'd never be able to afford to go to places like this," he sputtered, tapping his finger on the elegantly set dinner table.
"It's not important that we eat in places like this," she argued, growing more impatient with him. "I always thought that it was your dream to work in a small town and get to know people."
The phone rang again. Grant picked it up, covering the mouthpiece. "Please, honey," he said. "Wait until I'm off the phone."
Allison glared at him. All the frustrations of the past six months were coming to a head. She looked away from him, curtailing her anger as she glanced around the elegant restaurant. She caught a glimpse of a man at the adjoining bar eyeing her. She looked at her husband. "I'm going to get fucked," she mumbled under her breath, standing up.
"What?" Grant asked, giving her a second of his attention.
"I said, I'm going to the ladies' room. Order for me. I won't be long."
Absent-mindedly he nodded and returned to his conversation. As Allison walked away from the table, her eyes settled on the good-looking man at the bar.
She eased her way through the linen covered tables, swinging her ass promiscuously, until she reached the dimly-lit bar. Purposely, she sat on the stool next to the stranger, letting her hip brush against his leg.
"Excuse me," she purred, looking him right in the eye.
"No harm done," the man said, grinning shrewdly, liking the brashness of this beautiful woman. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"I'd like that," she said. "Order me a martini."
The man snapped his fingers, and the bartender ambled over. "Bring the lady a martini." He looked back at Allison. "Do you have a name?"
"Allison," she cooed, shivering with excitement. "You can call me Ali."
"Hi, Ali. I'm Steve." He leered at her, his eyes taking in the full richness of her tits as they swelled inside her half-opened blouse.
Allison sipped the drink, glancing over her shoulder at her husband who was still on the phone. The idea was becoming more exciting by the second. She pressed her leg against Steve's and took a long sip of her drink, finishing it. The booze went directly to her head, making her somewhat dizzy.
The bartender caught Steve's signal and set another martini in front of Allison.
Steve eased her off the chair and took her arm. "C'mon. A booth is more private. You wouldn't want that guy you keep looking at to see you having a drink with me, would you?"
"He's my husband, and it would serve him right!" She allowed him to guide her to a dark booth at the rear of the bar. She slid into the plush leather seat and Steve followed. He slipped his hand directly to her thigh.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" A sly smile played at the corners of her lips.
"I figured you didn't have much time," Steve said, kneading the flesh of her leg with his hand as they talked. He leaned over, as if whispering, and ran his tongue into her ear while his hand slipped under her skirt.
"Ooooo," she sighed breathlessly, feeling his hand caress the bare flesh of her thigh. "Somebody might see."
"Never," he said in her ear, his hand gliding higher, closer to her panties and dripping pussy.
Allison gulped, staring at the people at the bar and in the other booths across the darkened lounge. She never would have believed this. She was sitting with a stranger, his hand under her skirt, trying to get to her cunt.
"Aaaaah," she sighed, the excitement of his hand making her woozy. She saw a couple across the lounge and wondered if they were doing the same thing. "You'd better stop." She closed her thighs, keeping him from touching the damp patch of her panties.
"Why?" he asked, knowing she was aroused by his soothing hands. His fingers caressed the soft, warm flesh of her thigh, the tips of his fingers struggling to pry her legs apart. He leaned over, kissing her on the neck. "You're beautiful."
Her breathing was slightly labored. His persistent hand on her thigh and his gentle lips on her neck gave her goose bumps. She leaned back in the booth, content now to just relax and let him caress her and kiss her neck. "Don't be obvious," she warned as he dipped his hand between her parting legs.
"I just want to feel where all the heat is coming from," he teased, his hand exploring brazenly. He sat up, blocking her from view and kissed her on the mouth. His hand slid out from between her legs, down her blouse, and into her bra, squeezing the soft flesh of her large tit. He came away, his eyes full of devilment. "You got a great body."
She gasped, looking around. No one cared about what they were doing. Everyone else was involved in their own thing, much like her husband, Grant. The only one at this point in time who was interested in her was Steve, a brash, handsome man who was sitting next to her with only one thing on his mind-her body. Well, isn't that what you wanted? she asked herself, an amused smile on her lips.
"What are you thinking?" Steve asked, his hand going under her skirt.
"About you and what you're doing."
"You like it?"
"I love it," she sighed, moving back, more relaxed now, giving him full access to her body that was aching to be touched, screaming for affection. She snuggled down into the deep, soft cushions, her legs opening even more, affording his hand room to explore upward to her damp, overheated pussy. She looked out at the other people in the lounge as Steve's fingers toyed with the elastic at the leg of her panties. It was positively amazing that she was actually doing this. The fact that other people were so close made it that much more erotic.
Steve's fingers slipped under the panties, his fingertips groping through the moist hair of her cunt as he searched blindly along her puffy cunt lips, wanting to get inside the hot gash of her body.
"Ooooohh," she cooed, his fingers driving her wild as her hips began rocking, his fingers banging against her clit. She looked at him, her eyes fiery, green coals. She swallowed hard. "Kiss me!"
With his fingers in her pussy, he leaned against her body, enfolding her with his strong arms. He kissed her, his tongue moving like a serpent in her mouth. His cock throbbed as she sucked his tongue urgently. He realized that if he didn't get this horny woman outside soon, he would either fuck her on the table or come in his pants.
"Ahhhh," she gasped lightly as Steve broke the kiss. "I'm so hot, I think I'm going to explode." She looked at him, wanting to be as bold as he. Her hand dropped to his lap, then squeezed the bulging cock that was practically bursting out of his pants. "You're hard," she sighed hotly. The touch drove her mad with lust. "Uhhhh!"
"How would you like my prick up your pussy?" he whispered, his lips next to her ear. "We can go out in my car right now."
She looked at him, not believing what he was saying. "You mean, right out there in the parking lot?" Her hand was feeling his hard cock, and she unconsciously squeezed his throbbing prick rhythmically.
"Why not?" He grinned, his fingers probing her hot, wet cunt under the table. "You're all wet, and I know you're dying for a little fucking action."
Allison gasped. She had never been talked to like that before. "We can't do that!"
"Sure we can. You better make up your mind soon. Your husband's not going to be on that damn phone all night."
Allison looked at him, not knowing what to do. It was true that Grant was neglecting her and hadn't fucked her in weeks, but to go out in the parking lot with a stranger and fuck him in his car? She looked at Steve, making up her mind while his fingers delved in the moist gash of her cunt. "All right."
Steve smiled lewdly at her. "Let's go." He took his hand from her cunt and let her adjust her skirt. He stood up, offering his arm to her. She glanced over at the table. Grant was still there, the God damn phone cemented to his ear. She scowled and took a deep breath, tingling with excitement at the thought of what lay ahead. She had never cheated on Grant, not even before they were married. He had been everything to her, but now he seemed to have found a mistress, and Allison was determined not to sit around and grow old waiting for him to see the light. She was young and horny and intended to satisfy the fire in her that Grant didn't bother with anymore. Determinedly, she left the lounge with Steve.
"It's over there," Steve said, draping an arm around her and leading her across the parking lot. His hand kneaded the flesh of her ass as they walked to his car, and she squirmed, wishing he would stop.
"Somebody will see!" she said, suddenly feeling nervous.
They stopped at his car, and he pinned her against the door, his hard, lean body coming against her, crushing her. "Let's taste that gorgeous mouth again," he said, covering hers with his lips, snaking his tongue into her warm, surprised mouth. His hands roamed up and down her sides, feeling the sleekness of her figure, the richness of her flared hips and the softness of her tits.
Gasping, Allison stared disbelievingly at Steve as he explored her figure openly with his hands. He unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her milky flesh to his hungry stare as it spilled out of her lace bra. "Not here," she moaned. "In the car." She reached behind her, fumbling with the door, wanting to be out of sight, a little frightened about getting in the car, yet figuring it was safer than fucking in the open like this. From the way he was fondling and squeezing her tits through the open blouse, he might try to fuck her on the hood of the car!
He had her blouse completely open, her tits completely bared, pulled out of the bra. The nipples were pink and swollen in the dim light cast by the street lamp. His hands kneaded her tits, his mouth salivating from the erotic sight of her tits. His hands moved under her skirt, lifting it up her long, tapered legs until it was around her slim waist. He pulled her into his arms again, kissing her roughly on the mouth.
"Please," she gasped. "Let me go!"
His dark eyes, onyx balls of lust, glared at her. "Take out my cock," he rasped hoarsely. "Take my prick out!"
She looked at him, shocked. "Christ! Let's get in the car." She was hot and wanted his cock but not outside, in the open.
He grabbed her wrist. "Take out my prick!"
"Not until we get in the car," she argued. He snarled, clenching her wrist in his huge hand.
Her tits jiggled as she tried to shake herself loose from his grasp, eerie shadows bouncing off her white flesh. Her heart thumped wildly from fear. Her passion that once bubbled on the surface was gone. In its place was fear, a fear of this man, this crazy man who wanted to fuck her out in the open and a fear of someone catching them. "Let me go!" she said, struggling, his grip growing increasingly tighter.
"Shut up, prick teaser," he sneered, forcing her hand to his crotch. "Take out my cock!"
"I'll scream," she threatened.
"What'll you tell your husband when he asks what you were doing out here with me, huh?" He was rubbing her hand along his raging boner.
Allison saw the savage lust in his eyes. She knew she was defeated. She fumbled with his zipper, finally yanking it down, her hands groping inside for his cock meat. She pulled his prick out. Seeing his cock in the eerie light was erotic. She yearned for his prick. The juices in her pussy seeped again. She stroked his cock, looking around nervously to see if anyone was nearby or approaching.
"Don't be such a shit," Steve said, seeing her begin to relax, running her hands over his cock. "It's great doing it out here." His rough hands fondled her hips, sliding her panties down, exposing her furry patch of pussy hair, glistening with droplets of cunt juice.
"Oooohh," she sighed, her knees weak. "Please! In the car," she pleaded. "We . . . can't . . . fuck . . . out here," she mumbled weakly, her head spinning from being denied a cock for so long.
Steve saw the desperation in her eyes and knew he had her nailed. He sat up on the hood of his car, the light from the street lamp hitting him from behind, making his cock appear grotesque in the night. "Suck my prick! Suck me off!"
Allison bit her lip, deciding. She didn't want this. What she wanted was a nice, safe fuck. Not to suck a man off on the hood of his car in the restaurant parking lot. "No!" she said strongly. "In the car." Her voice was quivering with emotion. She needed his cock. His prick was so close, and, yet, she couldn't bring herself to give him a blow job out in the open.
"Suck my cock first, then we'll fuck in the car," he promised.
Allison looked at his prick, thinking, making up her mind to do it. It was thick and long, the cockhead red, his shaft sticking straight up toward the dark sky. Her mouth watered. She definitely wanted this prick. Her hands worked rhythmically on his cock meat as she tried to make herself suck him. She looked around one last time. Seeing no one, she lowered her head, taking the tip of his cock between her trembling lips.
"Ooooohh, yesss," Steve groaned, the contact of her hot lips sending tremors up his spine. He humped up, driving his prick into her throat.
"Uhhh," she gagged, his cockhead pushing down her gullet. She lifted her mouth, stroking his shaft with one hand as her head bobbed. Spit drooled from her lips as she sucked his prick, her tongue flashing beneath his shaft on the hard underside. Her touch made him twitch and she shook, her legs weakening.
"Suck!" he whispered hoarsely in a grating tone. He balanced himself on the hood, his ass jerking up and down as she sucked noisily on his prick.
Allison obliged, licking his cock, hungry for the taste of a prick. She slurped on the stiff cock in her mouth, unconcerned about the wide-open parking lot, not caring if anyone came their way, totally engrossed in his hard cock. Her hands stroked the thick, meaty prick. Her mouth gobbled the bulbous cockhead, the thick knob brushing against the roof of her mouth as she swallowed his prick into her throat. She held his cock there, feeling the power of his long prick. Her head glided down, taking more of his cock shaft into her tightly-gripping gullet.
Steve lay back across the hood of the car, oblivious to any passersby. His only thought was Allison's hot, fervid mouth feasting on his cock meat. He lunged his prick into Allison's mouth. His ass banged on the hood, the hollow sounds echoing in the empty lot.
Allison sucked, the emotions of the evening coming to a fine edge as her senses became more acute, more in tune to the cock that fucked her face. The warm summer breeze and the night air made everything she did more exciting, more daring.
She lifted her head, leaving only the red cockhead in her mouth. Her lips clung to the throbbing knob her hands tightly grasping the shaft. Her mouth gradually slid off his erect cock, using her teeth as a painful reward. She nipped his shaft playfully, making him groan in pleasurable agony. She sucked on the underside, her teeth digging into his movable flesh. Working her way down his cock, she reached his pants, wet with her spit. She was angered by the obstacle of his clothing, impatient to devour his cock and balls whole.
She put his glistening, wet shaft back in her mouth, closing her lips around his cock, and bobbed her head, using her mouth as she .would her cunt. Her hands glided up and down easily on the wet, bulky cock shaft, her mouth keeping his prick constantly soaked. Instantly, she stopped, realizing what might happen. It was not what she wanted. Not now, after waiting so long.
His cock swelled, and she pulled her mouth off it, spittle dribbling down her chin. "No more!" she gasped, her breathing constricted. "I want to fuck inside the car!"
Steve, his mind filled with lust, jumped off the hood and grabbed her. "On the hood!" He pushed her back, her tits wriggling in the night air as she struggled to get away. "No," she demanded, refusing to lie still for this. "In the car!"
For a second, Steve paused, glaring at her. He made his decision. He ripped open the door, willing to do it anywhere so long as they did it! He sprawled out on the back seat, his erect cock throbbing for her hot pussy. "C'mon, bitch!" he growled.
Panting with delight, Allison climbed over him, frantically pulling and tugging at her panties and, finally, yanking them off. He helped her straddle his body with her bare cunt exposed to his stiff, wet prick.
"Ohhh, Christ, I'm hot!" she groaned, her body shaking from the idea of finally getting her nuts off with a cock, instead of that God damn vibrator at home! She gripped his prick, sliding it wetly through her scalding-hot pussy lips. Trembling, she leaned forward for support. The contact of his cock was too exquisite, too traumatic for her to handle.
Steve's mouth engulfed her tit, sucking and pulling on the jiggling, soft flesh as she tormented his prick with her hot pussy. He moved his hands down to her ass cheeks as they quivered and bounced. "Fuck my cock," he groaned loudly, wanting to feel the heat of her hot cunt, tired of just sampling the dim glow between her red, puffy cunt lips.
"Yessss," she hissed through her teeth, her sticky hand releasing his throbbing cock. She looked into his eyes and slammed her squishy pussy down on his prick, burying it to the hilt. Her cunt muscles pulsated violently on his cock shaft.
"Christ!" he groaned, the furnace of her pussy making his cock swell, stretching her grasping pussy walls. He pawed at her tits and ogled them in the light coming in through the back window.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" He arched his ass up, hurtling his prick deep into her cunt, making her whimper in joy. She rocked on his cock, her ample tits bouncing loosely outside her bra. Her tits ached. She tossed her head back, her long red hair swishing across her flushed and excited face.
"Ohhhh! Suck my tits! Suck my tits!" she screamed in the small confines of the car. She shoved her tit into his open mouth as she smashed her cunt down on his cock.
Steve bit into the soft, pliant flesh, making her howl in pain. Keeping her tit between his teeth, he grasped her hips, fucking his prick up into her pussy. He could feel the strength of his cock surge, and he knew he would soon be blasting his load into this horny woman.
Allison's flared hips churned, grinding her clit into his belt, scraping the tiny button raw as she raced to her orgasm. To keep from losing her balance, she held Steve around the neck, glaring lustfully down at him, watching him suck harshly on the tender flesh of her tit. The pain from his biting mouth was unbearable, but the pleasure she was receiving from his drilling cock made up for it. It had been so long, ages, and she needed it.
Working her ass in frantic circles, Allison brought them both to the peak of their climax. Using her hips, she bucked forward and backward in a steady rhythm, matching the strokes of Steve's upward lunges into her cunt. "I'm getting ready!" she whimpered, her head swimming in lust. "Ohhh Ohhh!"
"Aghhhggghh," Steve groaned, his cock swelling to the exploding point. His cock erupted, blasting her pussy in a hot lather of white jism. He held her gyrating hips, driving hard quick jolts into her pussy as he drenched her cunt with his cum.
"YESSS!" she shrieked, her own orgasm blasting her cunt apart. "I'M COMING!" She went crazy, thrashing like a bitch in heat as she remained impaled on his thrusting cock. Faster and faster, she worked her ass on his lap, her clit hitting his belt with each wild churn of her hips.
She fucked frantically on his cock, lost in her orgasm, her eyes glaring blankly out the rear window, seeing nothing, the window fogged with their hot, passionate breathing. His mouth was chewing painfully on her tit. She writhed, trying to free her imprisoned nipple. "Aghhhh, Steve!"
Allison ground her ass down, taking his squirting cock deep. Even with her mind whirling, she could feel the steady stream of his hot, thick cum. Her hips bucked, her ass bounced as wave after wave of exquisite orgasms washed over her seething flesh, crashing inside her tight cock filled pussy hole.
She rode him hard and fast, her head tossing from side to side. Her mouth opened, and a scream was caught somewhere in her throat. Her tit fell from his mouth, the flesh bouncing and jiggling. They both rode the violent storm to its conclusion.
Steve lurched, his exploding cock burning in the sweltering heat of her pussy. Her cunt drained his prick's strength along with its hot load of jism. "I'm done," he gasped, panting in the humid car.
Allison didn't hear. She was too far gone, too enthralled in the pleasure of her pussy as she continued to pound herself down on his expended cock. Her body convulsed, and she fell limply forward, choking from the strength of her orgasm.
Steve, his passion spent, eased Allison off his cock and locked it back in his pants. Cream was all around his zipper, and he grabbed her panties from the floor, wiped himself as best he could, then tossed them out the window.
"Hey," she shouted, pulling her skirt down. "Those're my panties!"
"Shit, they were soaked," Steve protested. "You don't want to put them on. You'll catch a cold."
Allison giggled. She fixed her bra back over her tits and buttoned her blouse. "It was a fantastic fuck," she moaned, opening the door.
Steve got out of the back and climbed behind the steering wheel. "I can't go back in there with my pants like this." He started the motor. "Maybe I'll see you here again."
She winked. "Maybe." She stood beside the car, watching him pull away. Then she turned and saw her panties lying on the ground. She giggled and walked casually back inside the restaurant.
She walked through the bar, feeling as if everyone was watching her, knowing that she had just been fucked. She could feel Steve's sticky cum between her thighs, oozing from her pussy lips as she walked. She headed straight for the ladies' room, coming out a few minutes later with her hair brushed, her skirt and blouse fixed.
She spotted her husband looking her way as she proudly made her way back through the maze of tables. She smiled innocently at him as she eased into her chair. "Did you order?"
"Yes, but what took you so long?" he asked, not understanding the strange look on her face.
"I saw a friend at the bar and had a drink."
The waiter brought their long-awaited dinner, setting her steak in front of her. "I'm starved," she said, digging into the succulent meat before the waiter finished serving.
Grant looked quizzically at her and shrugged. At least she's not arguing, he thought, digging into his own steak.