Chapter 8
"How is the sexy blonde this afternoon?" Dean Sims said into the telephone. He leaned back in his plush office chair, feet on the edge of the big executive desk. An image of Connie in a revealing cocktail dress flashed across his mind.
"Why, I'm jus' fine," came the drawling, dulcet reply. "How'd you happen to call me?"
"I had a talk with Ed yesterday, Connie ... Did he say anything?"
"Oh, he tossed out a hint or two. What's on your mind, hon-ey?"
"You know damn well what's on my mind, beautiful. Could we meet somewhere for a drink?"
"Why don't you drive around?" she giggled. "Ed won't be home for hours ..."
His cock began to ache and harden. He felt a sweet, hard thrill. His chest puffed. "No nosy neighbors, eh?"
"Oh, we're good friends, honey. I happen to know Paula's in Spokane." Her voice lowered intimately. "Hurry, will you?"
"Shit, I'm out the door right now," he growled. He dropped the receiver. Man alive, it was all set up! He yanked his feet from the desk just as his private secretary, Audra Johnson, came in with the afternoon mail. The leggy colored girl's miniskirt was shorter than usual and her blouse had a goody-filled look. He wondered again, as he had so many times, why Paula insisted on having sexy girls around his office. Good for
business. Fuck. He'd gotten away with screwing the maid. Why the hell not fuck Audra, too?
She dropped several letters on his desk and paused, smiling her thick-lipped sensual smile. As he stood up her black eyes flicked down at his crotch. He knew Ids prick was showing, lumping his pants.
"Hmmmmm," she giggled. "Paula ask you to hurry home?"
"Something like that," he grinned.
"She's a mighty lucky girl," Audra murmured.
"I'd say your boy friend was luckier," he said, moving around the desk. He moved a littie closer and she didn't back away. She was nineteen, she had real class, a quick, alert mind. Paula had found Audra in Spokane. He'd never fucked a colored girl, but this thing with her had been building for a long time. His cock stiffened even more.
"If I had one," she murmured, wetting her lips with a pink tongue.
"Hell, you must have somebody taking care of all that beautiful stuff," he grinned.
"Wish I did," she giggled. "I'm kind of particular... Plenty of guys won't mess around with colored gals. All they do is look."
He took a deep breath and slid his left arm around her waist. "Hell, I've been looking, too."
" 'Bout time you found out, isn't it?" she murmured, her arms sliding across his shoulders. Her hips moved in, her head tilted, her thick hps opened. "But I sure don't want to lose this job ..."
"Shit, you won't," he muttered. Her crotch pushed tantalizingly into his cocklump. Her tongue flirted across her hps.
He clutched her body, feeling the lithely sinuous aliveness of her thrusting tits and long, firm thighs. Her tongue snaked between his lips before their mouths touched, she uttered a little hungry moan, and then her mouth was mashing and quivering inward, her tongue stabbing wildly. His prick ridged high in his shorts.
The phone rang, jarring him out of his cunt-daze. 91
Her mouth drew away reluctantly. It was his private line which didn't go through the switchboard. Audra took his other calls.
"Shit!" he growled, releasing her and moving to the jangling handset. Audra perched on the edge of his desk, her miniskirt hiked back to show her long nylons with bands of dark flesh close to her pink, lacy panties.
"Yeah?" he asked into the fucking receiver.
"Ed here, pal. I'm in Spokane for the rest of the day. Why don't you call Connie?"
He trembled. "I just did, man. You sure it's okay?"
"Hell, yes," he chuckled. "Pour some prick to her, she really needs it!"
"Right," he answered. "I'll give you a report later . . ."
He dropped the receiver and stared at Audra's pan-tied cunt. All of a sudden he was getting all the pussy in town! Fuck!
"Let's set something up for tomorrow, Audra."
She giggled, twitching her hips. "I really didn't figure on letting you have it right here, big man! You go on home and play with that nice long-legged wife, huh?"
"Right on," he grinned. He turned and slid his arms around her. She straightened and bellied into him again. They kissed, her tongue forking out a hot response, her cunt mound pushed into his crotch. She rolled her titties against his chest. Her shiver almost changed his mind.
As he opened the door at the big Ed Wallace home, his tingling prick re-hardened. Connie wore a sheer black wrapper, a matching mini-bra that didn't quite contain her big, rounded knockers, and black bikini panties. Long smoky nylons reached almost to her crotch, her blonde hair was loose around her creamy shoulders, her mouth was painted bright red.
"Shiiiiit!" he grinned, closing the door behind him.
"I thought you'd never get here, hon-ey," she drawled, moving in.
Her arms raised to slip around his shoulders, a movement that jutted her big tits out even farther. A
wave of seductive perfume and pussy aroma whirled in his senses. Her tongue arched out between her hps, wiggling.
He groaned and drove his mouth inward. Her lips spread clingingly, her tit peaks cuddled into his shirt front. He tasted gin and the sexy heat of her mouth. Her cunt mound urged into his basket. Her fingers toyed with the nape of his neck, a little hungry sound came up in her throat. The languid answer of her tongue to his deep strokes fired his engine.
Many times at the country club he'd danced with her, felt the warm promise of her plump, lazy-moving body, thinking what a fortunate cocksucker Ed was to have such a young, hot-cunted wife. And he couldn't take it! He was getting limp-prick, the middle-aged man's disease. He needed help.
Connie finally broke the kiss, breathing warmly on his throat
"Let's go in the bedroom, honey. My pussy's really ready!"
"I got some hot prick for it, blondie."
She giggled, catching his hand. He watched the juicy twitch of her rounded ass, the soft rub of her full thighs as she moved ahead of him into the master bedroom.
"I gave the maid the afternoon off, honey," she smiled, turning. "Like my outfit?"
"Great!" he exclaimed, working on his shirt, getting it free.
She winked and swayed to the bed. It was ah turned back, the plush drapes were pulled, a radio played softly in a corner. The setup was almost too good to be true.
"What on earth made you call me, hon-ey?" she cooed, watching him lower his trousers. "I kind of figured you were giving Anna Field a little prick ..."
"Shit like I said on the phone. Ed acted like this might be okay-" He flipped his pants over a chair and kicked off his loafers. "Anna hasn't got it the way you've got it, anyway."
"Ohhhh, dreamy," she giggled. "Isn't Paula giving you enough?"
"Hell! Once a week, if I'm lucky. I'm her fucking hired husband, and everybody knows it . .."
"Oh, don't feel that way, honey," she giggled. "From what she's told me she's got a problem-"
"Yeah," he said, still a bit puzzled by so much conversation. "Too bossy. She puts on a good show, but she can't come with my cock."
"Ohhhh, that's too bad!" Connie gushed.
He peeled his briefs down and she gasped. "Ohhhhh, that's a big one!"
"Think your cunt will fit good around it?" he chuckled, walking to the bed. He was a litde surprised at her open talk, but if she wanted it that way, okay. These mod young society cunts figured it was the swinging thing.
"We'll soon know, won't we, sugar?" she cooed. She drew her shoulders back and arched her big, sloping tits out. Her nipples indented the thin cups of the mini-bra. She opened her plump thighs invitingly. "Play with my pussy first though, please! I want to come off about a dozen times!"
His cock tensed, the eager juice leaking out on his knob. He'd never figured her for such a talker, but some of them changed big in the bedroom.
He sat down beside her and opened the sheer black wrapper, filling his right hand with cushiony breast. He slid the thin excuse for a bra upward, revealing her pink-nippled generosities.
"Dreammmmmmy," she breathed, watching his fingers play on her flesh. She weaved her shoulders, trembling as he toyed her nipples into sweet hardness.
"How long have you had these waiting for me, anyway?" he chuckled. He intended to get all he could out of this new hot cunt suddenly dumped in his lap.
"Oh, I used to watch you out at the golf course, honey," she giggled. "Paula knows how to pick 'em."
"Yeahhhh," he said dryly. "But the trouble is, she 94
isn't much of a fuck. You ought to give her a few pointers."
"Hon-ey, I thought you'd have her all. trained by now," Connie gurgled. "It's been over a year. Ohhhhhh, that feels wonderful!"
"Hell, doesn't Ed give these nice big titties enough playing?" he asked banteringly.
"Nooooq. Ohhhhh! Honey, kiss me and play with my cunt!"
"Hell, I used to take this chick to the autoview and get her gun off just by getting her tits out and fiddling around. The trouble was, she wouldn't let me fuck her."
"Ohhhh, you're so nice and filthy," she breathed, holding her mouth up. "After while are you going to eat me?"
He laughed. "Tell you what. You strain a come -through those fancy panties and I will."
She shuddered, fastening her mouth to his. Her tongue jabbed inside, her hps trembled, her nipples in his fingers poked out stiffly. A soft eager hand gripped his prick. Her hips started to lift. Her right arm clamped around his neck as a tremor ran through her plush body. He squeezed a big tit very hard. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue snaked faster, in and out, in and out. Her hand went up and down on his rigid cock. Her velvety warm right thigh pressed into his leg.
Man, she was even hotter than Vicki, and that was saying plenty.
Suddenly she whined fiercely, her mouth jerked from his, her face twisted, her plump ass began to pump up and down with swift coital hunches. The bed sighed as her fingers clamped his prick very hard. He felt the sweet shakes of her delight
"Come off big, Connie!" he urged. "Break one now!"
Her whine turned into a deep moan of joy. She flipped backward on the bed. Her upfuck lunges were terrific! She kicked and writhed and humped. Her big tits jiggled with the fury of her orgasm. Her hand fell from
his cock, her arms flopped on the bed, her head rolled from side to side.
"Ohhhhhh, hon-eyyyyy!" she panted, quieting. "You mean devil!"
He reached out and palmed a tit-peak, "Very good, blondie!"
She sighed, opening her eyes, gazing at his hand on her jugs. "Dreamy! Just like at the outdoor theater, huh?"
He laughed. "Now I feel like eating your cunt."
"Ohhhh, hell. Wait just a sec, hon. I have to go to the can first."
"I like to taste girl come," he chuckled.
"You filthy thing, you!" she giggled. She struggled from the bed and wiggled toward the bathroom. He watched the dainty sway of her plump, soft ass, his cock tensed. When the door closed, he moved to his shirt and found a cigarette. The shirt fell from his fingers and he leaned to get it. His attention was drawn to an object under the bed. Curious, he moved to it and lifted the sheet that had slipped to the carpet during her come off.
He stared and cursed. A fucking tape recorder! It was a very expensive model, with very large spools. The mike was fastened to the underside of the box springs. That bastard of an Ed was playing tricks, and Connie surely knew it.
Another thought wiggled through his mind. He had said he was in Spokane, but was he? The Wallace house was split level, with rooms above. His eyes wandered to the ceiling. There was no overhead light fixture, but there was a small hole that had apparentiy been plastered over. The shine of glass told him the story. The sonof abitch was up there right now!
The bed was directly beneath the peep-hole ...
Leaving his car downtown and taking a cab home would be no problem. Or maybe he'd hidden his Caddy out back someplace. He straightened, lit his smoke and permitted himself a grin. He knew it happened. Some bastards could get a hardon watching some sucker fuck
the wife. Connie had suggested the bedroom immediately, of course.
Ed had piles of oil money. Maybe he, Dean, could figure a way to worm some of it out of one of those fat bank accounts. He knew now why Connie was coming on strong with the fuck talk; they wanted a good tape for a hot replay. Well, he wasn't going to miss getting a good piece of ass.
But some cocksucker was going to pay for it.
Connie, in the bathroom, finished freshening her pussy and left her wet-crotched panties on the floor. Ed had been trying for weeks to get her into this kind of a situation, and he'd finally won. He was sick. She had picked Dean as the most likely prospect, and Ed had gone on from there.
But Ed didn't know about her novel Japanese thrill device or the girl party the previous day. She loved pussy almost as much as cock!
At the same time she didn't want to give up the luxurious life Ed provided. New prick was still new prick! There was an added dirty thrill in the idea that Ed was watching from the upstairs peep-hole and taping the whole deal. Maybe she was sick, too.
Dean was in about the same position she was, except the roles were reversed. Paula had him by the nuts on a downhill pull; if she kicked him out he'd be back teaching broads how to hit a golf ball.
Trembling, she brushed her long blonde hair, adjusted her filmy wrapper and moved out of the bathroom.
He's going to eat my cunt, she thought. Ed tried it a few times but he got too excited and went off prematurely. I wanted Paula to tongue my pussy, but the party broke up too soon, damn it. Ohhhh, she's a good fuck! Dean makes me come good, too.
Dean was on his back on the wide bed, hands behind his head, his prick angled hard over his belly. His grin seemed different, but his eyes lighted up when he looked at her body.
"About time you got those panties off," he chuckled. 97
"Nice blonde cunt hair. Bring it over here, baby, and squeeze it around my cock."
She trembled. "Are you this filthy with Paula?"
"Shit! A fuck's a fuck. Sure, she likes the fuck talk. You do too, baby. But I hope you aren't going to fake it when you blow your come."
"Please don't be so-nasty!" she giggled. "I thought you wanted to eat me?" He's different, she thought. I wonder if he knows?
"Oh, I'll eat a good come out of your cunt after a while," he grinned. "Let's see how good you are riding a prick, huh?"
"Hon-ey, don't make me feel like a whore," she said, wiggling to the bed. "This is the first time I ever cheated on Ed. I want to have it again, we can have lots of good times ..."
He laughed. "Okay, blondie. I'm flattered! You told me you used to ride horseback. Do you top ride Ed?"
"Well, no," she drawled, shivering. "I'm a littie big for that."
"Ahhhh, come on," he grinned. "You've got a terrific ass movement when you blow a come."
I think he DOES know, she told herself. I bet he found the tape recorder ... He wants to feed in plenty of dirty words! Okay, Ed asked for this. I can be just as filthy as Dean is.
She shrugged the wrapper from her shoulders and posed beside the bed, spreading her thighs. She curved her tits out.
"Oh, you like it when I move my cunt, huh?" she giggled. "Like this?" She rocked her hips back and forth, back and forth. She raised her hands to her breasts and lifted them high, weaving her shoulders.
"Yeahhhhh!" he chuckled. "Spread your cunt lips out so I can see what I'm going to eat."
She trembled and lowered her hands to her twat. She drew her labia apart, knowing her stiffened clit was showing. She hunched slowly, feeling more juice leaking from her hole.
"It sure needs a prick or tongue, hon-ey," she cooed. 98
"Want me to push a marshmallow up in there so you can eat it out?"
"Great!" he laughed. "Very pretty cunt! That's a good little pecker you've got, too. You ought to see Paula's. It's three inches long ..."
Ohhh, how I know it! Connie thought dizzily. Delicious!
"Do you tongue it for her?" Connie panted. She was turning on fast.
"Nah, but I know she plays with it. Did she ever fuck you with it?"
"No!" she lied quickly. "You're awful!"
"Shit. I know girls do a little fucking once in a while. Keeps a pussy in good tune. Hey, I've got it. Why don't you just stand there and get your gun off, play with your clit and make it come!"
"Ohhhh-you're mean!" she gasped.
"You said you wanted to break your cunt about a dozen times," he chuckled. "When I get my prick up in there I want that nice cunt really good and hot."
"OHHHH!" she cried, shuddering. She staggered and leaped on the bed, opening her thighs above his crotch. She was in a frenzy. She'd told the truth about topfucking. She couldn't do it for Ed, who couldn't keep his prick hard enough. She had time to wonder whether he had a good hardon now!
Shaking with lust, she lowered her drippy cunt to Dean's cockhead and snugged it into her burning labia. Just as it started deliciously up inside, he swerved his hips and broke the sweet connection!
"OHHHH, please!" she gasped. Quickly she tried to find it again.
"Tell me about it, baby," he said, playing with her achy tits. "Tell me how much you need that prick!"
"OHHH, I need it real bad!" she panted. Honeyed stabs of excitement shot along her quivering thighs, her clit tensed. She was coming! "OHHH, please! Let me FUCK!"
Suddenly he let her have his cock. Her stinging cuntlips opened slickly around his knob again as she whim-
pered and rammed it deep in her cunny. Her vagina tightened voluptuously! His hard seven inches was pounding at the opening of her womb and her clit began to pulse, pulse, pulse!
She felt his hands knead her tits, she felt the muscles of her cunt tighten again, again, AGAIN! Her ass was flying, the bed rocked and swayed. Thrill after thrill burst from the point of her clit, shooting along her thighs, up to her tumid nipples. She screamed!
Suddenly she heard his groan of completion, felt the luscious flex of his prick in her clasping cunt, the heavenly puff of his cockhead. His hands dug into her shaking breasts, a fierce curse broke from his lips. His ass bucked upward, jamming her cunt depths even harder. The furious pounds of her fun reached back to her anus, which puckered and puckered with each spasm of her blasting cunt!
Still quaking with dreamy nuances of delight, she finished her come hunches and sagged down on him, titties pillowed into his chest, her thighs pressing into his legs, enclosing them. Her sweet after-shivers had never been sweeter! Her whole pelvis responded to the thick, hard, driving cock.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she panted, limp with relief. "I really blow good on your prick, honey!"
"Yeahhhhhh," he muttered, caressing her quivering rump. It still wanted to hunch, but her legs were tired. She was momentarily pooped. "That's a good, snug cunt, baby."
"Ohbhhhh, dreammmmmmmy!" she sighed. "If I come any harder I'll faint!" She felt the warm come ooz-ings around his nuts, the leak of girl juice and jism mingled. She hardly ever got a good squirt from Ed, whose shots were weak, leaving him drained for days and days. Maybe from now on she wouldn't have to use her standard dildo pr the remote control one quite so often. Good hard prick and sweet sliding cunt were the answers.
"I hate to move but I'd better clean up a little," she giggled.
"Right, baby. Get it all sweetened up. When you come back out I'm going to eat about three comes out of your cunt."
"Hon-eyyyyyyy, I can hardly wait for your tongue!" she giggled.