Chapter 2
Dave Dennings followed Joan out of the darkened lounge through the swinging doors leading to the motel lobby. He congratulated himself on the exquisite woman who would be his for the rest of the night. Walking a step or two behind her, Dave allowed his eyes to travel up and down the full length of Joan's stunningly sexy body.
Joan knew just the right way to walk to turn her man on. Her perfectly shaped ass wiggled provocatively as she stepped up to the front desk. The young housewife knew how beautiful she was, an enjoyed the feeling of power her wild body gave her. She knew Dave would do anything she asked, as long as he got a taste of her thrilling flesh.
Chris Hendricks sat behind the desk, looking over some delivery invoices. As usual, she was dressed in a tight-fitting sweater and a pair of blue jeans. Her nineteen-year-old body was matured well beyond her years. Joan saw Dave looking at the swollen outline of the girl's massive, braless tits. The beautiful wife-whore couldn't help but feel jealous. Chris' body was ripe and exciting, like only a well-developed teenager could be. For a moment, Joan Nichols felt the full weight of her thirty years resting heavily on her shoulders.
"May I have my room key, please?" Joan asked, trying hard not to feel threatened by the young girl's wonderful young body.
Chris looked up from the papers in her hand, and smiled back into Joan's pretty face. The young girl had seen the beautiful woman many times before, and knew just what she was doing. After glancing over Dave's athletic body, she turned to a peg board behind her, and reached to a high row of keys.
As she stretched for Joan's key, Dave's eyes strayed to the fullness of her sexy ass. The faded jeans she wore molded her body like a second skin, and the handsome man could just about see the deep crack of her ass.
Joan was getting impatient. She didn't like all the attention Dave was giving the young woman. When Chris handed her the key, the sexy housewife slipped her arm into his, and steered him away from the desk, and the sexy little body of Chris Hendricks.
As they walked away from the desk towards the elevators, the young girl really gave Joan's body the once over with her eyes. Chris knew a beautiful woman when she saw one, and was impressed with her exciting curves.
Chris had been working at the Skyline Motel for two years, ever since she came to live with her beautiful aunt, Stella Bogen. And in that time, the young vixen had learned all the joys of love between two women. Stella had been sure to teach her that.
As she stepped into the elevator, Joan Nichols quickly forgot about the sexy little tramp at the front desk. Dave Dennings was the only thing in her mind as the metal door slid closed behind them. Snuggling against the man's muscular body, she made sure he had nothing on his mind except her.
On the fifth floor, the elevator came to a stop, and Joan guided her man down the wide hallway. Whenever she had one of her little "dates," Joan made sure to get the same room. It was one of the less expensive ones in the motel, and featured the biggest bed she had ever seen before. The marvelous bed couldn't have been built better, for what she had in mind.
The moment Joan locked the door behind them, she wrapped her arms around Dave's strong neck, and pulled herself against his rock-hard chest. The excited tips of her sexy breasts could feel the strength of the man's body as she brought her lips up to his. Closing her eyes, she forced her tongue into the moist heat of her clients' mouth. As the wild kiss continued, the incredible woman ground her hips against Dave's, firing the flames of lust between his legs.
The man's strong hands reached around to cup the wonderful cheeks of Joan's ass. His fingers thrilled to the feel of firm flesh yielding to the strength of his touch. Dave hungrily swallowed the sweetness of the woman's saliva as he enjoyed the eagerness of her full, rich-lipped mouth working against his own.
Joan didn't pull away from the man's embrace until she was sure he had gotten a good feel of her great ass. And as she ground her cunt against his groin, she could feel the hard lump of his ever-hardening cock coming alive to her attentions.
Walking across the room, Joan turned off the bright, glaring light in the center of the ceiling, and switched on the more subtle, shaded light of a small lamp sitting on top of a table beside the bed. Then she sat down into a deep-cushioned armchair, crossing her legs just as sexily as she possibly could.
Stella Bogen kept a small, well-stocked bar in the room, for the convenience of her guests, and Joan suggested Dave pour them something to drink. As he did so, they discussed the financial arrangements of their evening together. In a little while, the price was set. Seventy-five dollars until morning. Joan was pleased with the agreed upon payment.
Dave sauntered back across the room, holding Joan's drink out in front of him. As he stood before her, Joan's fingers wrapped around the tall glass of scotch, while she grinned at the large lump of cock meat pressing against the fine material of his tight pants. Her face held a lewd, obscene expression as she licked her lips in anticipation.
She was eager to get a look at his cock. From the looks of it, Dave's tool was beautifully big. After a quick sip from the tall glass, Joan bent over and pressed her slightly trembling lips to the hardness between the man's legs. Even through the thin material of his expensively tailored pants, the hot-bitched housewife could feel the throbbing heat of his swollen cock.
Dave had yet to take off one piece of clothing, and he already felt ready for a good fucking. As Joan's bent face covered his cock with soft kisses, the handsome businessman pushed his crotch against her lips, increasing the delightful pressure.
When Joan lifted her exquisitely featured face, a lewd, obscene smile curled up the edges of her sexy lips. A delicate hand brushed strands of her long hair from her eyes as she stood up. And as she rose, the woman made sure her fat tits rubbed against the full length of Dave's strong body.
"Why don't you relax, baby?" Joan said, leading Dave into the comfortable armchair.
Sipping on his potent drink, the young man watched Joan roll her hips across the room to the record player against one of the walls. When she bent over to find a particular record, her dress rose up enough for Dave to get a nice peek at the fullness of her wild ass, hidden only by the almost transparent black mesh of her nylon pantyhose.
Knowing she had the man's attention, Joan Nichols looked over her shoulder, a warm, inviting smile on her full lips. Of course, she made no move to cover the erotically displayed flesh of her thrilling ass.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, placing the disk she was looking for on the turntable.
The look on Dave's excited face was all the answer she needed. In another moment, the room was filled with the wild sounds of a popular rock and roll group. Still sipping her drink, Joan strolled back into the center of the room, her thrilling hips shaking to the pounding rhythms of the music.
As Dave's eyes caressed the entire length of her wonderful body, Joan began to dance more and more abandonedly. The huge mounds of her massive tits bounced against the front of her dress, thrusting towards the deeply slashed neckline of the garment. With a sudden jerk of her shoulders, one of the fat melons popped out of her dress.
"Dear me," she laughed, cupping the wonderfully firm hunk of flesh between her long, graceful fingers, "how careless."
Moving with deliberate slowness, Joan stuffed the ripe globe of hot lust back into the top of her dress. As she did so, her sharp-nailed fingers caressed the hardened tip of her wonderful boob. She could see the heat rising in Dave's wide eyes as she toyed with the dark brown nipple.
Joan's wild dance continued. Spinning before him, Dave was able to catch flashes of exciting skin as her dress flew up around her waist. He could see how wet and steaming her boiling pussy was through the darkness of her nylon undergarments.
When Joan was finished with her drink, she simply dropped the empty glass to the floor, kicking it out of the way. With both hands now free, she reached behind her back, to the hidden zipper of her sexy minidress. Tugging at the tiny metal tab, Joan's garment slumped forward, the darkened tips of her thrilling tits peeking over the top edge of the loose fabric.
Dave's mouth was already watering for a taste of her delicious-looking body. He wanted to wrap his lips around the throbbing nub of brown flesh, and suck it into the steaming heat of his drooling mouth. He wanted to feel his rough tongue lashing against the erect bud, sending waves of passion racing through the woman's marvelous body.
But Joan knew the value of a good striptease. Before letting the man have his way with her wonderful body, the experienced whore wanted him good and hot. As the limp garment slipped down her body, Joan quickly turned, hiding the sight of her wonderful tits from his gaze.
Joan's dress made a soft puddle around her slender ankles, and Dave watched the her step away from the fabric primly. He couldn't see the obscene grin on the woman's face as she bent to retrieve the dress from the floor. He was too busy looking into the deep crevice of her ass, covered in taut nylon, pulled tight by her deliberate movements.
Still hiding the sights she knew Dave hungered to see, Joan placed the wrinkled garment on the back of a nearby chair. Even as she moved, her body kept time with the pounding music flooding the room. The cool air being pumped into the room titillated her sensitive skin, making it tingle delightfully.
Bending slightly, Joan's fingers moved to the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. As she listened to the labored breathing of her attentive audience of one, she began to slowly roll the black nylon down her smooth hips. She could feel the cool air caressing her fat ass cheeks.
Dave's thick cock throbbed as he watched the obscene show Joan was putting on for his benefit. He could see the top of her ass crack as the whorish woman slowly stripped the black nylon from her luscious flesh. His eyes devoured the creamy beauty of her velvet skin as she continued to dance wantonly before him.
Joan was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. She could feel the juices in her cunt begin to boil as she imagined the incredible strength of Dave's cock slamming in and out of her dripping pussy. With sudden determination, Joan quickly pulled the remaining black nylon from her protruding ass, sliding it down her graceful legs and tossing it into the corner of the room.
Dave Denning was more than turned on when he saw Joan's lovely fingers digging into the marvelous globes of her ass cheeks. Before his eyes, the perverted woman pulled those heavy mounds of flesh apart, exposing the puckered pink hole of her anus to his gaze. His mouth watered at the sight of the obviously well-fucked ass-hole Joan was displaying to him.
Joan had already decided to put on a really good show for the guy. As her hips swayed to the music, the young wife's fingertips stole into the deep crevice between her ass cheeks. She knew Dave could see everything she was doing as her sharp nails toyed with the tight entrance to her anus.
Joan pressed a sharp-edged finger into the hole, sending shudders of pain and excitement racing through her now sweaty body. With the lusting need of a sex-crazed woman, the wild housewife began to finger-fuck her ass-hole.
And Dave didn't miss a thing. Keeping his eyes focused on the obscene show, his finger tore at the cloth restraining his ever-growing shaft of meat. Clawing at his belt buckle, and the fly of his pants, he soon had his cock fully exposed.
Looking over her shoulders while her hands still worked away at her ass, Joan was thrilled by the bloated, blood-filled head of the man's prick shining bright red from between his legs. As the hot dick poked through his white underwear, the horny woman could see the patch of almost black pubic hair at its base.
Standing up erect, the woman knew the teasing part of the evening was over with. Her own cunt was too hot to continue their little game. Joan needed to feel the full force of that magnificent tool plunging into the churning heat of her horny belly. She needed to feel the man's swollen cock pistoning in and out of her sopping wet cunt hole.
Joan brought her hands up to the huge, ripe melons of her tits. She cupped each of the mammoth globes between her fingers as she turned around. Standing before the man that bought her for the night, her legs spread apart, Joan Nichols displayed the full majesty of her naked form to his lust-filled eyes.
Dave felt every muscle in his body tense as he took in the full impact of Joan's thrillingly nude figure. His cock stood proudly erect as it imagined the satiny smooth walls of her cunt sucking the boiling scum from his aching balls.
Joan began to slowly walk to her man, while the tips of her fingers excited the dark brown nipples of her tits. Her exquisitely featured face was twisted up into the most obscene mask Dave Dennings had ever seen. Her eyes glowed with burning lust as the flames of passion consumed her.
"You have a beautiful cock," the whore said, dropping to her knees before the still-seated man.
Dave felt the heaviness of Joan's tits as she brushed them against the insides of his legs. He remained speechless as her long, manicured fingers wrapped around the pulsing shaft of his cock. Tremors of excitement crashed through his body as he watched Joan's long tongue slip from between her lips and lick the edges of her lewdly grinning mouth. As she lowered her face into the burning heat of his crotch, the sweet scent of her beautiful hair filled Dave's nostrils.
Joan's thrilling tongue lashed against the swollen head of Dave's cock. She pressed the pointy tip of the wet length of flesh to the tiny pee slit at the end of his dick. Carefully licking around the hole, Joan could taste the bitterness of a drop of Dave's scum.
Dave felt her tongue running up and down the length of his prick as her fingers massaged the burning flesh of his shaft. Joan covered the man's tool with her sweet saliva before spreading her lips just as far as they could go. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she plunged the thick meat into the steaming heat of her drooling mouth.
Dave's hips shot forward as he felt his cock engulfed in the burning wetness of the woman's face. He felt her full, rich lips straining to fit around the massive shaft. And as he felt the muscles in his powerful legs jerk spastically the swollen head of his prick slammed into the back of Joan's throat.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she began to suck the scum from his prick. Her fingers moved down the length cock until they reached his hair-covered balls. Very carefully, her hands weighed the sensitive spheres of Bill's passions.
Joan began pumping her face up and down the thick shaft of her stud's cock. She gently scraped her sharp-edged teeth over the burning flesh as she sucked Bill's prick just as well as she knew how. The young housewife could feel the beautiful cock swelling to even greater proportions as she continued to work her slavering mouth over the searing rod.
Bill's claw-like fingers dug into the soft, upholstered arms of the chair he was sitting in as he thrust his jutting prick up towards her mouth. He could feel the muscles in his legs and thighs tremble with anticipated excitement as his orgasm drew closer.
Joan's lips strained to fit around the thick shaft of Bill's throbbing manhood. Her jaws ached as she continued to suck away on the erect pole. But Joan had a lot more wild things to do than just suck the man's prick off.
Pulling her face out of the heat of Bill's crotch, Joan smiled down at the thickly throbbing prick, glistening with a thin coating of her sweet saliva. She could almost see the jets of boiling scum about ready to burst from the swollen, blood-filled head. And the frustrated eagerness in his rugged face pleased the love-starved woman no end.
Pushing her hands against Bill's knees, the beautiful slut climbed back onto her feet. When standing, her succulent breasts jutting from the rest of her body, Joan reached out and pulled Bill to his feet. Wrapping her arms around the rugged bastard's neck, she pulled her naked figure into the heat of his athletic form. Her lips crushed against his, sucking the lust from inside his quivering, moist mouth.
As their bodied ground together, Bill could feel the soft, fleece-covered mound of Joan's thrilling cunt rubbing against the swollen length of his rigid prick. He thrust his hips forward, enjoying the wetness of the her sopping pussy.
Joan could feel Bill's prick poking into the dampness of her cunt, and she enjoyed the exploring shaft. Moving her legs apart, the wife-whore made it easier for the searing cockhead to thrill her hungry twat and clitoris.
Squirming out of Bill's strong arms, Joan Nichols threw herself down onto the bed. She enjoyed the hot gaze of her client's eyes licking at her luscious body. Smiling wantonly, she rolled over onto her stomach, stuffing a pillow underneath her belly to give her ass more height. Then her hands reached back to the swollen half spheres of her thrilling cheeks, and she spread them apart.
"You seemed to like to look at my ass-hole before, baby," Joan teased, pushing her fingertips back into the steaming crevice. "Why don't you see if that cock of yours-likes the way my ass-hole feels?"
Bill didn't need another invitation. Staring at the exquisite woman playing with the tight ring of her anus, he tore at his clothing, tossing them into every corner of the room. In his eagerness, the traveling businessman ripped two buttons off of the front of his shirt, but he couldn't have cared less. At that moment, the only thing that mattered was plunging his throbbing shaft of cock into that steaming hole on display before him.
The sight of Bill's excitement thrilled Joan even more. She became less and less a whore, and more a lust-crazed woman, needing a good fuck. All thoughts of her impotent husband had vanished from her mind as the brilliantly naked form of this rugged stud came towards the huge bed.
Bill wasn't in any mood to be gentle with Joan's body.. She had turned him on past that point. The only thing he could think about was cramming his swelling prick into the searing heat of her tight ass-hole.
As Bill climbed onto the bed, Joan felt his hands replace hers on the rounded mounds of her perfect ass cheeks. But the man's fingers weren't as gentle as hers had been. With an almost brutal viciousness, the he yanked the half spheres apart roughly, exposing the puckered pink ring of her anus. Dropping down, Bill buried his face into the dark crevice, his tongue immediately beginning to suck the heat of Joan's well-fucked hole.
And Joan's body responded to the experienced tongue of her handsome client She ground her ass up off the bed, closer to the wonderfully expert mouth of her lover. She felt the thick length of his slippery tongue stretching the muscles of her ass as it forced its way into the steaming cavern.
Joan's mind soared to the very heights of ecstasy as her sweat dampened the bed beneath her. Her crushed tits pushed against the yielding mattress as Bill's mouth left the thrilling hole of her anus. The woman could feel the heat of his saliva covering the entrance-way into her deepest canal.
Bill's mouth had gotten the woman ready for a good, hard, ass fucking. He saw his spit glistening from deep in the dark crevice between her ass cheeks as he fitted the bloated head of his cock to the puckered hole. Bill could feel the heat of Joan's magnificent body kissing the very tip of his prick. The hot wetness of her ass-hole made his cock throb even more.
Bracing herself, Joan felt the rampaging prick assault her tightly ringed ass. She felt the strong muscles in her anus strain painfully to accept the full force of the man's thick shaft. The beautiful housewife groaned beneath the trembling weight of Bill's engorged manhood. Tears of pain sprang to her eyes and her sharp nails dug into the damp bed sheets.
Joan's thrilling ass-hole was like no other the man had ever felt before. Muscles hidden deep within her anus captured his prick, and began milking it hotly. The harder he thrust his cock into the whore's ass-hole, the harder those muscles clamped around the throbbing shaft of his cock.
Joan's body was beginning to get accustomed to the hardness of Bill's prick as she met each assault with a counterattack of her own. Even the pain was beginning to diminish as erotic lust flooded her swirling mind.
Bill dropped his body down against Joan's back, reaching around to her tits with his clawing fingers. The obliging woman lifted her chest off the bed, making it easier for him to get a good feel of her succulent boobs.
Bill's strong fingers found the hardened nubs of Joan's dark brown nipples. Digging his sharp nails into the sensitive flesh, the ass-fucking stud twisted and pulled on the yielding buds. The grunting moans of his labored breathing filled the room.
The feel of Bill's rough hands brutally handling her nipples drove the excited woman mad with lust. She ground her ass up against the delving pole just as hard as she could. A thin stream of saliva slid from the corner of her mouth as her lips silently mouthed words of praise for the hot stud pounding at the softness of her horny body.
Bill's cock couldn't hold out one moment more. The urging force of his speeding sperm pushed its way through the long shaft of his dick, rushing towards the tiny opening at the tip. With a trembling excitement, Bill's cockhead burst deep within Joan's ass-hole, shooting jets of boiling sperm into the tight hole.
Joan could feel the power of his orgasm within her. She could feel his searing scum coating the sensitive walls of her anus. She could feel the burning heat of Bill's prick accelerate, until it was pumping in and out with the speed of a pile driver gone mad. And the force of his orgasm was enough to start her own juices to overflow.
And after it was all over, and Joan lay in the pleasant warmth of her first fucking of the long night, thoughts of her bastard husband began to drift back into her mind. Thoughts of his inattention and insensitivity flooded her brain. And with those thoughts came hate. Hate for the man who wasn't man enough to satisfy her cravings. Hate for the man who drove her into the beds of strangers, in strange motels.
But Bill's gently massaging fingers on the small of her back interrupted her thoughts. His loving touch thrilled her, filling the her with love for this man who paid for the use of her body.
To thank the man for his wonderful ass-fucking, Joan's fingers dropped down to his now limp cock. Wrapping her delicate hand around the shaft of soft flesh, she began to slowly pump new life into his member. Smiling warmly while her hand played between his hairy legs, Joan brought her lips to his. This time, their kiss was one of satisfaction, not of need. Their lips were soft and gentle as they thanked each other for the wonderful sensations of their crashing orgasms.
Joan's fingers began to feel new life coming into Bill's limp cock. She began to feel the tremors of strength flowing into the long length of meat as it began to harden. Her finger began to work more firmly as she felt the renewed lust in his body begin to fire the flames of passion within herself.
Bill rolled from his side over onto his back as Joan's body crawled over him. He loved the feel of her heavy tits being dragged over his sweaty skin.
Positioning herself carefully, Joan pressed the hairy mound of her cunt to Bill's lips as her mouth sought out the strength between his powerful legs. Once again, her lips stretched to accept the massive tool jutting out from the rugged stud's lower belly. Joan let her fingers run through the soft pubic hair at the base of his manhood, while her mouth gobbled up the swollen beauty of his blood-filled cockhead.
Bill hungrily pressed his face into the dampness between Joan's legs. He loved sucking the cunts of sexy bitches almost as much as he enjoyed having them swallow up his thick pole. The good-looking stud let his long tongue lash out against the moist heat of Joan's pussy. He scooped up great tastes of her boiling secretions. He could also make out the taste of his own scum, which had overflowed her ass-hole and dripped into the folds of her softly pink cunt.
Joan Nichols was beside herself with joy as she felt Bill's tongue working into the innermost recesses of her throbbing cunt. She could feel him wrapping his lips and teeth around her excited clit, gently chewing and sucking the tiny finger of flesh.
Bill's prick was soon back up to full strength as Joan gobbled it down her hungry throat. She didn't know whether it would be better to have the bastard shoot off in her mouth, or in the heat of her throbbing cunt. She decided she wanted to feel her client's second orgasm crashing through her trembling cunt.
Rolling off Bill's wonderfully strong body, Joan couldn't help but feel sorry that his mouth wasn't sucking away at her horny cunt any more. But moving just as fast as she could, the exquisitely bodied womanwas soon lying on her back, with her beautiful legs held high and spread wide.
"Fell like doing a lady a favor?" Joan joked, reaching between her legs to play with her clit for a moment.
"I don't see a lady anywhere," Bill joked back, climbing between her long legs.
Joan's fingers immediately rushed to encircle the throbbing heat of Bill's shaft. Holding the rod tightly, she brought its swollen head to the gash of her pussy. While he stood poised over her body, Joan rubbed the smooth foreskin against her throbbing clit, sending exciting chills throughout her body.
Bill liked what Joan was doing with his prick. He liked the way she held it and rubbed it against the hardened flesh of her hot clitoris. He liked the wetness of the her secretions coating his long staff.
Having her fill of teasing games, Joan fitted the swollen head of the man's cock to her pussy slit. Then reaching to pry the lips of her cunt nice and wide, the woman slammed up against the hard tool, lifting her entire ass of the bed. The force of the woman's thrust sunk Bill's shaft into her quivering belly just as far as it would go, until she could feel their pubic hairs tangling together.
Bill was unprepared for the exciting feel of Joan's cunt. The velvet smoothness of her sensitive cunt walls swallowed up his swollen tool, capturing it by the strength of her incredible pussy lips. Thrusting into Joan's cunt hole was like pushing your cock into a burning hot oven. The flames of her lust licked at the trunk-like length of pulsing cock.
But Bill soon got over his surprise, and began pumping his prick in and out of the steaming hole. His powerful hips moved with the strength of a jackhammer as he drove his cock to the very depths of Joan's wonderful, trembling belly.
And Joan was with him all the way. Even as she felt his cock explode deep within her stomach, shooting out spurts of steaming scum, she was right with him. The drowning waves of lust engulfed the woman, dragging her into the swirling world of sexual satisfaction. For the second time that night, Joan felt her body thrill to the most wonderful sensation possible, her orgasm!