Chapter 7
Allison looked at herself in the mirror. Her long, red hair cascaded over her soft, creamy shoulders. Her tits pressed against the thin material of her skimpy top. The soft flesh of her tits jiggled just the right amount over the low-cut neckline while her nipples, hard and erect, pushed against the material. She smoothed her hands over her hips and the velvet shorts that clung deliciously to her ass. Her midriff, a creamy, golden tan, peeked from between the two pieces of sexy clothing.
She winked at herself and turned, peering over her shoulder at the mirrored reflection of her ass. Her white ass cheeks peeked out under the snug, purple shorts, a striking contrast to her tanned legs. She shook her hips suggestively and giggled. It was going to be a great day, jogging in the park and maybe . . . She hurried from the bedroom, knowing it wouldn't take her long in this outfit to pick up a man for the rest of the morning.
Downstairs, she reached the door when the phone rang. "Damn it!" she cursed, going into the living room. She reached the phone and stared down at the impersonal object, knowing it was Grant with some other reason for not coming home on his free afternoon. She shrugged and decided not to answer it. "The hell with you!" she said aloud. "You're not going to spoil my day."
She reached the door again and opened it. "Ooops!" she said, surprised, almost knocking a man over as she stepped outside her door. "I didn't know anyone was here."
Ralph Ingles caught her in his arms. "It's my pleasure," he said, helping her balance herself. "You must be Mrs. Philips."
"Yes?" She eyed him curiously, taking in his broad shoulders and handsomely tanned face with an intense stare. "What can I do for you?"
"I'd like to speak to your husband."
"About what?" she asked, liking the way he was ogling her body from his dark, brooding eyes.
"Real estate," he said, giving her his best smile. "Your husband said he'd be home this afternoon. I have a piece of property for him to see."
A cunning smile played at her sensuous mouth. "Come on in," she said smoothly. "He's not home now, but you can wait."
"Thanks." He walked by Allison, getting a heavenly scent of her erotic perfume. He had to move by her at an angle. She didn't give him much room to get by, and he wondered if the beautiful housewife wanted him to bang into her nice, full ripe tits.
"Follow me," Allison said, swinging her hips as she walked. "Would you like a drink while you wait?"
"It's a little early, but what the hell? I can't say no to a beautiful woman."
"Have a seat," she offered, going to the bar. She mixed two drinks and quickly brought them over. She handed him one and sat on the arm of his chair, her bare leg invitingly close, her arm draped across the back of the chair.
"Do you handle all of my husband's real estate deals?" she asked, sipping her drink and toying with the idea of spending her morning teasing the man instead of jogging.
"Most of it," he said. The closeness of her sensuous figure was making him warm.
"Ohhhh," she said, thrilled that, at last, she was meeting one of the culprits who constantly stole Grant away during all of his free time, depriving her of his company. She smiled, knowing it wasn't totally the salesman's fault.
It was Grant's obsession. "You haven't told me your name."
He took half the drink in one swallow. "It's Ralph."
"You can call me Ah," she mewled, her thigh bumping against him, grazing his arm. "Would you like another?"
"Not really. This is just fine." He looked at his watch. "What time will Grant be home?"
"I really don't know," she said innocently. "What time did he tell you to be here?"
"He didn't. He just mentioned he'd be home this afternoon."
"I guess he's looking into another deal," she said flatly. She got up and walked back to the bar, her hips swinging enticingly. She knew he was watching her every move, and it thrilled her. She freshened her drink and came back, giving him her best and most seductive smile.
"He's very investment conscious," Ralph noted. "Wants to provide for your future."
Allison sneered. "I'd be happier if he provided for my present," she said, sitting back on the arm of the chair. "I hardly ever see him. He's always out with someone like you, talking about deals."
"He wants to provide for you," Ralph reiterated.
Allison polished off the refill and stood in front of him, a sly, evil smile on her lips. "He doesn't provide. You know, he never has time for anything." She licked her lips and winked. "I get sooo damn horny just sitting around."
Ralph finished his drink, staring openly at the beautiful woman. Her hand was on her curved-out hip, her long slender legs were spread, and her shorts were snugged tight, outlining her pussy. "I find that hard to believe," he said, his voice catching in his throat.
"Maybe I should do something about it," she teased, the crotch of her shorts damp from her erotic thoughts.
Ralph could feel his cock stiffening, and he wanted to make a pass in the worst way, but her husband ... he couldn't chance the deal. Besides, she was probably only fooling around.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, her tits straining against the flimsy purple top. "Are you thinking about fucking me?"
"No," Ralph lied. "I was thinking about that piece of property I want to show your husband." He wanted to show her his cock, but he didn't think she'd go for it, no matter how brazen she was acting.
"Christ!" Allison said, exasperated. "Is that all you men ever think about? Money, money, money! What about sex?"
"I think about sex," Ralph said, defending his ego, an expansive grin on his handsome face. "I think about it a lot."
"You don't seem to be thinking about it now," she sighed, her green eyes burning into his. Her tits heaved with each breath, and she stepped closer to him. "What do you think of, when you look at me?"
"A lot of things," Ralph replied, purposely being vague. He told himself he was here to sell real estate, not fuck the client's wife.
"Like what?" She jutted out her tits proudly.
"Like what it would be like to fuck you in bed," he said pointedly, hoping that would either end the conversation or start something really rolling between them.
"Oh! Now we're getting somewhere," she teased, licking her lips. "I'm glad you're not like Grant." Starting at her belly, she slid her hands up her rib cage and over the abundant flesh of her tits.
"Would you like me to take this off?" she asked, wanting to torment this man.
"Whatever you want," Ralph said, still biding his time. He ogled her, his dark eyes trying to penetrate the skimpy top. His cock ached for a shot at fucking this hot and gorgeous woman. "Do you have the nerve?" he added, hoping maybe to dare her into letting him see her huge tits.
"I've got the nerve," she whispered hoarsely. The conversation was making her nervously hot. His eyes bore into her flesh. Her fingers played at the hem at her top, her bare midriff and bellybutton exposed. She stretched out her arms, her top riding high on her rib cage, allowing Ralph a small peek at more of her creamy, white tit flesh.
"I don't see you taking it off," he said, playing her coy, prick-teasing game.
Allison's eyes challenged him. Her hands slid to the top. She took a deep breath and lifted, revealing her tits in one quick swoop. She tossed the velvet material on his lap. "Like my tits?" She stood brazenly in front of him, her face flushed, her milky tits heaving with each deep breath. Her nipples peaked the huge mountains of flesh, like cherries topping a sundae.
Ralph was astounded. She really did it! "They're fantastic!" he said, leering delightfully at them, his eyes bright with desire. "Christ, they're the most beautiful set of tits I've ever seen!"
"Thank you," she mewled, thriving on the man's compliments, food for the nourishment of a starving woman. Grant had no time for the soft, subtle qualities she had married him for, his complimentary manner being one of the qualities.
She cupped her fleshy tits in her long, delicate hands and lifted them to him, offering the real estate man a taste of her own delightful property. "Would you like to suck one?"
He nodded, never taking his fiery stare away from her gorgeous body.
She stepped to the side of his chair and leaned over. "Suck me, Ralph," she rasped, her body turning to mush as his mouth covered one of her aching nipples. "Ummmmm." She grabbed his head and pushed.
Ralph sucked eagerly, his hands reaching up and squeezing the resilient flesh of both tits. He nibbled on her nipple, making her moan in ecstatic pleasure as he fondled and caressed her delicious tasting tits.
She stopped herself and pulled away from him, not wanting to give in. This was fun. Doing it in her own living room with a man other than her husband and teasing him this way was really turning her on. She stepped backwards, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes bright. A filmy passion glistened in her dark pupils.
Her hands, trembling from the contact of his ardent mouth, swept over her body, settling on the elastic at the waistband of her velour shorts. "Would you like me naked, Ralph?" she asked, using his name, the sound of her voice caressing it.
His cock aching, Ralph nodded. "Anytime you're ready."
"Aren't you worried about my husband coming home?" Her fingers toyed with the elastic waistband of her tight-fitting shorts. "What would you do if he came in now and saw me like this in front of you, with my tits naked and that hard-on of yours?" She giggled, her flesh tingling from tormenting him.
Ralph gulped back his desire, sensing that all he was going to get was a prick teasing strip. Once he realized this, he relaxed, content to let her proceed, content for small favors. "I guess I'd have some explaining to do," he said in answer to her question. "I think you would too," he added, a smirk on his face.
"Do you still want me to take off my shorts?"
"Why not," he said, keeping himself in check. "If Grant comes home you can always run upstairs and put something on."
Allison peeled the shorts down and stopped as the first light, silky pussy hair appeared. "I think," she taunted, "if Grant comes home, I'll tell him you asked me to do this. Do you mind?"
"Yes," Ralph said, angered by this woman's teasing and threatening words. "Because it'll cost you money, right?" She had him cornered and felt smug. "You're only interested in bucks, not fucks." She giggled at her rhyme. Her hands slipped inside her shorts and cupped the damp mound of her pussy. "It's nice and wet in here, all juicy and hot."
Ralph clamped his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck and face twitching. What she was doing was driving him crazy. The way she was standing there, her huge, creamy tits swaying as she moved, her hands inside her shorts playing with her hidden cunt, and her face, a mask of pure unveiled lust, was driving him crazy. "Take them off," he said huskily.
"Ooooooo," she cooed, seeing his interest begin to build. "Wanna see my pussy?"
Ralph nodded his head. His eyes, black coals, burned into her belly as her hands slid around to her full hips. His hand went to his raging hard-on. It no longer mattered to him about the sale or her husband. He only cared about her body and the things he wanted to do to it. "Take them off," he repeated, his voice husky and authoritative.
Allison saw the subtle change in his attitude and liked it immediately. She was enjoying this more, knowing he was reacting, reaching his boiling point, at which time she intended to lock herself in the bedroom until Grant came home. "Whatever you want," she purred.
Her hands pushed down the velour shorts until her pussy was exposed to Ralph's lustful stare. The shorts stopped at her knees, and Allison leered lewdly at him as she shook her legs. The shorts dropped to her slim ankles. She stepped out of the skimpy shorts and sighed, making the huge, creamy mounds of her tits rise. "I'm soooo hot!" she mewled, rocking on her heels.
Ralph was burning as he sat in the chair. His cock throbbed, trying to bust loose from the tight confines of his pants. He rubbed his prick lewdly. He could still taste the warm, juicy flesh of her tit, and the memory made his mouth water. He wanted tp suck her tits again. "Come here," he rasped.
Allison's eyes danced with devilment. "Not yet," she purred, wanting Ralph as hot and as frustrated as she could get him. "Soon." In her voice was the promise of things to come.
Turning slowly, she posed, giving the hot real estate salesman a delightful view of her body from all angles. "I did a little modeling in high school," she said, striking a pose, her hip jutting out, her hands crossed in front of her body. "Nothing like this though." She turned, exhibiting her firm, heart-shaped ass for his ogling stare.
"You're gorgeous," he groaned, his throat constricted, his mouth dry from tension. "Let me touch you."
She turned to face him again, her hand cupping one tit and the other between her thighs, rubbing the swollen lips of her cunt. "Ohhhh, Christ!" she moaned. "I'm soooo fucking wet!" She ran her finger into her pussy. She saw Ralph twitch at the sound of her squishy cunt.
His nerves stretched to the breaking point, Ralph started to get up. He was about to take things into his own hands.
Allison stepped back quickly. "Oh, no," she warned. "If you get up, I'll scream. You'll lose the sale and maybe go to jail."
Ralph dropped back in the chair, biding his time. "I'll wait," he said roughly, his voice like sandpaper. "Whenever you're ready."
"I might never be ready," she said, putting her hand back between her legs. "I think what we're doing is enough for me." She stroked her pussy, bringing out sticky, wet fingers that were coated with the warm, creamy juice of her cunt. She rubbed the warm cream all over her nipples, making them glisten. The whole time, her eyes were pinned to Ralph as he sat boiling in his own passion.
"Watch," she whispered.
Ralph's eyes were dark, flickering flames of lust. He leered at her fabulous body as she took her large tit in her hands and cupped it, bringing the flesh to her mouth. He watched as she sucked her own nipple loudly and with great slurping noises. He knew he was going to fuck her, whether she was willing or not. Her desires were no longer important.
Allison took the tit from her mouth and smiled. "Would you like to suck my tits again?" she asked. "Or maybe put your finger in my pussy?" She caressed her cunt as she spoke, the action making her legs weak.
Ralph nodded, a serene smoldering look on his face.
"Let me see your cock," she said. "If you do, I might let you fuck me."
Ralph grinned and reached for his fly. He saw that what she was doing to him was also making her hot. He could see that if she kept teasing him long enough, the teasing and tormenting would turn into real passion, and she would be begging for his cock.
He yanked down his zipper and pulled out his prick. "How would you like this in your pussy?" he asked, figuring two could play the same game. "It's a lot more fun than sticking your fingers inside your hot cunt."
Allison swooned from the sight of his magnificent prick. She shuddered, knowing what he said was true. The game had changed hands. She fought her natural urge to fall to her knees and suck his cock. She stepped back. "No! No! No!"
"You want it," he said, his voice raspy and low. "You want it in your cunt! You want to feel this cock slipping inside your body, stretching the aching hole of your pussy." He stroked his prick, watching her as she stared at his cock, hypnotized by his prick's formidable strength and size.
"I don't!" she shouted as much for his benefit as her own. "I want you to suffer, like Grant makes me suffer." Her tits were heaving, and she gasped for air. "You take him away, and I lose him. Now you lose." With all of the strength she could muster, she turned around, showing him her ass. Swinging her ass, she began walking from the room, her legs unsteady from the passion that was surging through her veins. The image of Ralph's cock was branded in her mind.
Ralph stood up and took three steps, bringing him behind the luscious, naked Allison. He grabbed her in his arms and turned her to face him, his hard, throbbing cock burning into her belly.
"No! Noooo!" she ranted, plummeting him with her tiny fists. "Let me go! I'll scream!" She twisted and fought in his arms, trying to wrench herself free.
Ralph, mindless of her pounding fists, crushed her soft, naked body to him and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue snaking between her parted lips. He explored her hot, damp mouth and ground his cock into her belly.
Gurgling, her protest against his invading tongue, Allison drummed on his back. She could feel his cock, and it was making her body quiver. Her tits rubbed against his clothes, making the nipples, swollen with lust, ready to burst from the pressure.
Fighting him relentlessly, her body quickly drained itself of the desire to strike back. She became filled with the desire to satisfy the itch in her loins. Her pounding fists turned into engulfing arms. Her mouth became a vacuum, sucking his probing tongue. Her hips rubbed erotically against the powerful cock that was digging into the flesh of her belly.
Ralph knew he had won. He eased up on his grip and kissed her gently. His hand slid over her hips and ass cheeks as he massaged the tender, supple flesh. He held her arms and broke the kiss, looking into her green, lust-filled eyes.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, her hands going automatically to his cock. She stroked the cock shaft lovingly, needing his prick, hating herself for the same need and hating Grant more for driving her to this conclusion.
"Suck my cock!" He was in command now, and he exerted the power she had relinquished to him. "Suck my prick!"
She gasped. Her tits were heavy, aching globes of abundant flesh which rose with each gulp of oxygen. Allison sank to the thick carpet and stared up at his cock. She squeezed his prick, running her hand up and down the thick cock shaft, feeling the blood gush into the hard, solid prick. She wanted his cock, craved his prick. Her mouth opened, and she placed her moist lips on the cock shaft, her tongue fluttering against the skin. She eased her mouth up and down the long, meaty prick shaft as she held his cock.
"Ummmmm," Ralph groaned, her hot mouth burning into his aching cock. "In your mouth! In your mouth!"
Allison sucked the tip into her mouth, her tongue flashing across the red, bulbous cockhead. Stroking his prickshaft with her hands, her mouth bobbed up and down, each movement of her head causing more prick to fill her hungry mouth. His cockhead brushed against the back of her throat, and she gagged for a split second. Holding there, she sucked deeply as she made his prick swell to enormous proportions inside the warm depths of her mouth.
Ralph, not wanting to be denied the delights of her hot cunt, pulled his cock from her eager mouth. He worked at his pants. He let them fall in a heap on the floor. His shorts following in the next instant. "Lie on your back," he said, his tone forceful.
"Let me be on top," she begged. "Please!"
"On your back." He shoved her, knocking her down.
Allison sprawled on her back, her tits bouncing, her legs flying in the air. She looked up at him, his cock was jutting out from his muscular legs, his balls hanging heavy beneath his long, hulking prick. She gulped, knowing she wanted his cock now more than anything else. "Hurry." She found herself gasping, keeping her legs spread, an open invitation for his monstrous prick. "Hurry!"
Ralph dropped to the floor, covering Allison's naked, squirming body with his own. His cock hit between her legs, the cockhead pushing against her cunt lips. He moved his ass, his prick head sinking slowly between the red, puffy lips of her pussy. He felt her cunt walls close around his cock, engulfing him in a hot, wet world of softness.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling his prick spread her pussy lips on its way to fill her cunt. She arched up her cunt, swallowing his shaft bit by bit until his prick was buried to the hilt inside her spastic pussy.
"Agggghhhh!" he groaned, keeping his cock pressed inside Allison's heavenly cunt.
He rocked his ass, making her tremble beneath him in an effort to adjust her body to the joy of his buried cock.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck meeee!" She clawed at his back, anxious for the fucking of his prick, eager to climb to that emotional peak where the pleasure of her body melted her mind for that one, brief, fleeting moment in time.
Ralph eased his prick out to the tip and rammed the cock back in a hard, powerful thrust. He rammed his prick consistently, again and again, into Allison's body, fucking his prick into her cunt with long, deliberate lunges.
"Yessss!" she howled, the power of his fucking making her wild with desire. "Yessss!" She arched up to meet each demanding plunge of Ralph's overgrown prick. She matched him, stroke for stroke, power for power. Her legs encircled him, the heels of her feet digging into the tough, sinewy muscle of his lower back.
The salesman's cock swelled in the heated wetness of her clutching cunt. His strokes shortened, and his speed increased as the passion mounted in his prick. He prepared for the final assault, the final thrusting of his cock to empty his thick, hot cum into her pussy.
Allison picked up the rhythm, matching his pace, thriving on his fucking as she too climbed higher into that exalted world of pleasure and sensation. Her breath came in hisses, loud, hollow hisses through clenched teeth, as she clung desperately to the body that was giving her joy. She fucked him, hard, vicious humps that smashed her blood-filled clit. Her fucking made her thrash beneath his powerful body, the new movement causing her exposed clit to scrape against the coarse hair of his groin.
"I'm getting ready!" he grunted, slamming his cock into her hot, squishy cunt. "Ohhhh!"
"Meeee toooo!" she echoed. Her cunt seeped juice, flooding his prick with every plunge. "Shiiiit!" Her restless body thrashed in an effort to quench the fire that his cock provoked. Her body heaved, her ass lifting off the floor in undulating motions, meeting Ralph's thick, massive cock. Her hips wriggled rhythmically, in time with her upward lunges, sending hot, thrilling tremors throughout her pussy.
Ralph jabbed at her with his heavy cock, fucking her into the rug. His body was a machine, a mindless machine bent on its own pleasure. Faster and faster, he fucked his cock into her hot, gushy cunt. His balls tightened, and his cock swelled, ready to erupt.
"I'm coming!" he growled, his voice barking. He groaned, hitting his peak. His prick exploded as his climax took him headlong on a furious ride into oblivion.
"Yessss!" Allison hissed, feeling the hot, thick, gooey load of his jism splatter inside her pussy walls. She humped up, her own orgasm erupting simultaneously with his exploding cock. "OHHHH! RALPH, FUCK ME!"
She fought beneath him, her ass churning in frantic circles, her hips swiveling, her body exploding into a thousand separate pieces as the first blast of her orgasm washed over her. Her legs shot out straight, her thighs clinging to his body as he fucked her senseless.
His mind blocked out all things except the stroking walls of her pussy. He felt every muscle, every tug of her erupting cunt as he emptied his load in a fury, a never ending fury that swept them both up and carried them off into a world of magnified impressions.
Allison screamed, her body covered by his. Her body flopped like a rag doll. Her climax expanded to enormous power. She ground her clit into him, fucking him with a whipping speed that matched his own. She clung to him, her legs encircling his back again, drawing that magnificent prick deep inside her hungry pussy.
Ralph lunged a final jab, his cock spewing the last of his hot cum into her wet, juicy cunt. He panted heavily, trying to come down from the heights of his orgasm. The twitching of her pussy muscles on his expended prick kept his orgasm alive for a moment longer.
Allison convulsed beneath the weight of his body. She felt her own cunt cling to his slowly shrinking dick in a desperate effort. She moaned, her arms dropping to the carpet and her legs releasing him from their death grip. Wheezing for air, she pushed, rolling him off her exhausted body. She rolled into his arms, and her weary body settled there to rest. There was plenty of time to get dressed. Plenty of time.