Chapter 7
After Andy had gone and Donna was left alone with Clint, she told him her plans.
"I'm filing for divorce," she told him. "I'm going to say that you brought a man from the office home and both of you raped me."
Clint looked at her and his face flushed. "That's not true," he told her. "You wanted it. We didn't rape you."
"Tell it to the judge and an all-female jury," she smiled. "How do you like them apples?" Clint was furious.
"I'm not worried," she told him, "because I'm not afraid anymore. You have bluffed me for the last time, baby."
Clint recognized the situation that he was caught in. He knew very well what the score was. But he didn't know what to do about it.
"I ought to divorce you," he told her, "because you're no damned good."
"Honey," she reminded him, "you have played around for years. Finally, I'm free. So what if the next-door neighbor finds me attractive?"
That got him still more furious.
"And the neighbor next door to him might find you attractive, and the one farther down the street and farther down," her husband shrieked. "Where does it stop?"
"Where does it stop with you men?" she asked him. "Isn't there an old saying, any old port?"
"It's different," he retorted. "A man has physical needs a wife knows nothing about."
"Strange," she shook her head, "I can't hear you."
That night Clint slept on the sofa. The next morning Donna didn't get up to fix him breakfast. During the day she called her mother and asked her what she thought she ought to do.
"You poor darling," her mother told her. "I sent you to someone who could have taken care of you. Jerome Robinson is a marvelous lover. His price is reasonable and it's all clean."
"That good-for-nothing," Donna told her, "is not going to get me to pay for a fuck. I'm not funding a gigolo."
"Baby," her mother shuddered, "Jerome Robinson is no more a gigolo than I am a whore."
Once again she was discovering how worthless conversations with her mother could be. She recognized once more that her mother couldn't help her see the light.
She figured the only thing to do was get a drink. She went to a rather secluded, sophisticated bar called The Cove. In the darkness of the bar she didn't see anyone who interested her. She kept drinking. Finally, a swarthy-skinned, dark man did come in. He was so handsome that she feared he might be the type of man that played around with women for a price. This was the last thing she wanted to get involved with.
He sat down beside her and in a few moments asked her if she would like a drink.
"How thoughtful of you," she slurred.
The man recognized she was stoned out of her mind. He was glad and she figured it wouldn't take him much time to put the make on her and find out exactly what the score was.
As she continued talking to him, she got some ideas. She began realizing how interesting it would be to experience something with him.
"What's your name, honey?" she smiled.
"Frank," he told her. "What's yours?"
"Donna," she replied.
"Frank Rodriguez," he explained, "and I'm a businessman from Mexico City. It isn't every day I meet a girl as attractive as you are."
She was pleased to have him talk to her like this. However, she was also worried. She wondered if he would try to put the make on her right away.
"I really would enjoy going to bed with a girl like you," he told her, "but I have a conscience. I think it would be wrong for me to involve myself with a chick who is loaded."
"How noble of you, Frank," Donna smiled. "It isn't every day one meets a man of moral principle."
Frank had gotten his image across to her. He only hoped he could continue giving her a line so he could get what he wanted from her.
"You know, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "if there's one thing I would enjoy doing, it would be eating you."
"Frank," she whispered, "somebody might hear you."
"I don't care," he told her. "Have another drink."
At that point Donna couldn't refuse him. She did enjoy another drink. But after that, he felt it was time to put the question to her bluntly.
"Want to fuck with me?"
She nodded. His thigh was pressed against hers now and he patted her leg. The bartender spotted what was happening.
"Look, you two," he came over to them and whispered, "I don't want you to turn this place into a hustler's paradise. Do you understand?"
Donna immediately nodded.
"Sure, I understand," she told him, "and
I'm not a hustler. I hope you know that."
The bartender wasn't quite so certain as Donna was. Nevertheless, when they left, Frank suggested they could go to his hotel room.
"That would be real cozy," she told him. "I love to go to men's hotel rooms. The reason being I've never done it before."
When they were in his room, he ordered some champagne. Donna began stripping instantly.
"You're like a wind-up doll," he laughed. "You want me to flatter you. I guess you're quite a spoiled chick."
When she pulled off her clothes and he caught sight of her naked breasts and her curving ass cheeks, as well as her beautiful mound, he found out why.
"Baby, you are beautiful," he told her. "You really are. I can hardly wait to suck you."
"I can hardly wait, too, Frank," she gasped.
Frank was eager to demonstrate his skill at lovemaking. Nothing was going to stop him now. They got on the bed bare-ass naked together. He immediately slipped pillows under her buttocks. Placing his hands under her ass cheeks, he lifted her up. He wanted her convenient for his tongue. Closing his eyes, he let his tongue slide smoothly back and forth across her slit. He sniffed her crotch. The delicious aroma intoxicated him to where he let his tongue plunge into her pussy. At last he was getting her. He was so happy that he had scored. He clasped her ass cheeks and squeezed them as he tongue fucked her pussy. She was amazed at what speed and skill he demonstrated as he flipped his tongue into her. She enjoyed his alternating tongue tempo.
"Yes, Frank, yes," Donna panted as his tongue pumped into her with regular movements.
It was a wild tongue trip for her now as she figured it would be interesting if he would lick her ass hole, too. Donna didn't hesitate to asked him to do everything.
"Suck my ass, Frank," she begged him.
Frank held her up. He let his tongue slide back and forth across her bare behind. At last he stiffened his tongue, stabbing it right into her ass hole. She enjoyed the erotic sensation of his tongue slipping into her ass crack. At this point, the energetic tongue movements, coupled with his finger-fucking action, had her sticky.
Frank could tell that he had better fuck her fast.
Pulling his tongue out of her ass hole, he stabbed it into her pussy.
"Lick my box," she begged him feverishly. "Yes, darling, yes. I love it. Just like that."
The keen pleasure of his tongue gently licking at her clit and his finger smoothly slipping up her ass hole brought her to a tremendous climax. She came in multiple orgasms as Frank pressed his lips tightly to her pussy. Sucking hard, he devoured her delicious juices.
"Eat me," she urged him on. "Suck me. Yes. That's how it's done, darling. I love it."
The passionate lovemaking had them totally turned on.
When Frank withdrew his tongue, his eyes were glazed with lusty, carnal desire.
"Baby, do you like that, too?" he asked.
She nodded. "I love to suck," she told him. "Just give me the chance."
He lay on his side. She got down between his legs. She gently massaged his penis while her tongue found his ass hole. She flipped her tongue back and forth across his bare bottom. Frank enjoyed her sliding tongue action. What he enjoyed even more was the way her tongue stiffened and stabbed right up his rectum.
"Oh, like that," he exclaimed anxiously. "Flip it up there. Now you're doing it. I love it."
The hot tongue action was going to take him to climax soon. He wanted her to slow the tempo of her tongue stabs up her ass hole. Because the most important thing at this point was to hang on the cliff of climax and enjoy every fantastic moment of it.
"Not so fast, baby," he begged her. "Just slide your tongue up my ass hole slow. Now you're doing it."
Donna was eager to please her newfound lover. She let her tongue roll up his ass hole slowly. She didn't pull so swiftly on his penis. She gently stroked him.
"Perfect," Frank told her. "You're a good student. Oh, baby, keep sucking on my ass hole. I love it."
She pulled her tongue out and just sucked on his behind. Frank trembled to the erotic, loud suck sounds she was making around his butt.
Finally, she thought she would give him a real workout. She let her tongue sweep back and forth across his hariy, swelling balls. Opening her mouth, she accepted his balls. Then she took care of him. She licked generously up the underside of his shaft. Her tongue tickled the sensitive glans portion of his penis. At the same time she fingered his ass. She capped his cock with her mouth. She sucked down hard.
"Eat me," Frank begged. "Suck my cock off."
Donna's mouth moved from the head of Frank's penis shaft to the base. She never missed a stroke of her finger slipping up his rectum. His prostate gland was being effectively massaged as she sucked on his penis tip. He knew that it couldn't be much longer until his cock exploded. That was the erotic moment he was waiting for.
The passionate longing brought him to a swift climax. Gripping her head as he forcefully fucked her face, he got his cock off.
"I'm cuming," he told her. "Oh, baby, I'm shooting you a good load."
She sucked his cock off all the way. She enjoyed the delicious taste of his hot, sweet sperm.
When she had finished blowing him and pulled her mouth off his penis, she was surprised. His cock remained erect. This was in direct contrast to her husband's cock. It seemed as if every time he unloaded his balls, he went limp. She made a mental note that her husband wasn't all that he should be.
Rolling over on her side, she waited for Frank to fuck.
"Baby, this isn't the best position," he told her. "I would like to have you lying on your back. That's it."
With her legs stretched out, she patted her pussy. Frank straddled her and brushed his penis tip back and forth across her vagina.
"I'm gonna really fuck you, baby," he told her.
Plunging his penis into her, he gave her a good balling. Her pussy muscles clutched at his cock.
"Yes, baby," he whispered, "now you're fucking. That's the way I like it."
At the same time she reached out to grip his ass cheeks. Her hands wandered up from his smooth, round buttocks to his shoulders. Then she gently massaged his back while he fucked her in deep, hard strokes.
"Fuck," Frank panted as he thrust forward. "Fuck it, baby. That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it."
She caressed his ass cheeks. She felt of his flexing ass muscles as he rode her to climax. His hot cock was soon exploding.
Unfortunately, a phone call interrupted them. Frank told her that he had to leave but she could stay as long as she liked.
As she lay there resting, she thought over all that had happened. And then the doorbell rang. "Who is it?" she asked. "Mr. Rodriguez sent me," the bell boy called back. "I have some champagne here for you."
When she opened the door, she was stark naked. The bell boy's eyes popped, and his jaw hung slack. A couple of elderly women who were talking down the hall gulped nervously as they eyed her.
"Look at those lesbians glancing at me," she quipped. "A girl isn't safe anymore."
The bell boy came in quickly and closed the door behind him.
"What's your name?" she asked him coyly.
"It's Don," he replied with a gulp. "I was told to bring this champagne up to you. Compliments of Mr. Rodriguez. He said you'd enjoy it."
"But there's something else I'd enjoy even more," she winked. "I'd like to suck your ass hole."
"Would you really?" he asked eagerly.
"Sure, I might as well," she giggled.