Chapter 9
A hot shower and cool, clean sheets were a perfect end to Patrick Riley's hectic day. Within minutes, he reached REM sleep and began to have an erotic dream.
He relished the humid, avaricious mouth engulfing his cock, sucking him just the way he liked. He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at the head bobbing up and down over his loins. Luxuriant tresses spread out over his thighs and stomach, veiling the woman's face. Nothing, however, could disguise the sensations generated by the mouth loving his cock and the hands fondling his balls.
After a moment, he realized that he wasn't dreaming. "What the hell?" he muttered.
Maggie lifted her head and gave him a fervent look that said she would condone no bullshit from him. She glanced down at his cock, and her expression changed to utter licentiousness. She had not expected the reporter to be endowed with such a gorgeous cock. Long and thick, with a superbly shaped head, it was unequivocally the answer to her desperate need.
She lifted his prick in one hand and cupped his balls in her other hand. Deliberately, in an entirely wanton gesture, she pressed the bare knob of his cock to her smooth cheek, then rubbed it over her face, her neck, and down to her tits.
She changed from her public identity to the one that better suited her secret personality-a lewd and lusty, bawdy woman who would fuck a man senseless! She put her hands on the outside of her tits and cradled his cock between the big, firm mounds. Horny thoughts filled her mind. She held the shaft of his prick prisoner in the heated, supple flesh and wiggled her chest up and down.
She felt wanton. She wanted to be wanton. She hugged his cock tighter between her full tits and swayed back and forth as she looked down at her tits and smiled dreamily. She was going to make this man very glad that he was alive.
She let her tits slide lower, baring the head of his dick. Her tongue flicked out, broad and wet and warm, and wiped across the knob. He let out a deep moan as her tongue began to tickle lightly back and forth, the tip barely touching the end of his swollen cock. She bent her head lower, washed the head of his cock with the flat of her tongue. He moaned again, louder and longer.
She looked him in the eye and chuckled, a rich, tantalizing sound that made his blood run hot with carnal desire. He lay back down and closed his eyes. She bent her head again and once again began to lick the head of the prick held captive between her solid, bountiful tits.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and groaned as her tongue swirled and teased the head of his dick. Her lush red lips puckered, then formed a big oval. Her toasty-warm, wet mouth closed over his pulsating cock and she began to suck as if starved for the taste of a cock and its fruits.
Her oral adulation thrilled him to the core. If she didn't want to talk, that was just fine with him. He wanted badly to fuck her, but decided he wouldn't push the point. Maybe she simply wanted to suck him off. He let her set the rules of engagement, willingly following her lead.
Maggie acted like a shameless hussy simply because, at the moment, she felt like a shameless hussy. Her sexual deprivation, her urgent longing for cock had lasted far too long.
Abruptly, she grabbed his hips and pulled him over. As he moved, she slid under him on her back and threw her legs wide apart. Her mound jutted, her tumid pussy lips gaped, fully exposing her pink, glistening slit.
He gazed at the forest of brown hair in her crotch and the enticing gash peeking through the crisp curls with profound lust. His eyes lifted to her magnificent tits. He leaned over and touched his lips to one nipple. She reacted as if someone had stuck a hot poker to her tender flesh. His lips covered her nipple. The tip of his tongue passed over it lightly, then pressed harder.
One of his hands drifted slowly down her body. Her skin had the downy texture of the finest velvet, satiny and warm, firm against his fingers. Every muscle in her body quivered with fervent anticipation. Her hot breath wafted against his cheek. His fingers slipped over her mossy mound and into her torrid slit. A strangled cry of joy bubbled from her throat.
He lifted his mouth from her tit and put his lips on hers. Her mouth opened and her lips came alive. She sucked and nibbled avidly on his tongue, her lips damp and supple against his. She put one arm around his neck and pulled.
His tongue wiggled against hers, wrapped around it, caressed it as he probed the savory interior of her sweet mouth. His mind reeled under the magnetism of her aura, her unshackled sensuality.
He broke the kiss, stuck out his tongue, and dragged it down her body-between her heaving tits, across her taut belly, and between her legs. He wedged his hands under her ass and planted a wet, open-mouth kiss on her furry seam. The heart-thrilling flavor of her erotic juice filled his mouth as he caressed the succulent flesh with long strokes of his tongue.
A wail of exhilaration burst from her mouth as she began to writhe under him and tried to push her entire twat into his mouth. A mind-boggling, blessed orgasm captured her in its grip the moment his tongue touched her pussy.
He plunged his tongue into her sopping seam and began to thrust it rapidly in and out, fucking her orally. Her seductive body writhing and trembling in front of him amplified the acute throbbing in his cock. The taste, the feel, of her scrumptious pussy enveloping his tongue pushed his lust to the breaking point. He rose, grabbed her thighs and pulled her ass toward him.
She reached down to seize his prick in one dainty hand and guided it into her fiery, greedy fuckhole. She got the end of his rod positioned just in time. He continued to pull her toward him, using her movement to bury his prick to the hilt in her quivering belly.
He paused for a moment to savor the feel of her snug channel. Either she hadn't fucked in a long time, or she knew some remarkably effective muscle exercises. He released her legs and pushed his hands under her shapely ass. He cupped her tight buttocks and groaned with pleasure as he began to fuck her furiously.
"Fuck me!" she cried with gluttonous rapture. "Fuck me hard!"
She didn't have to tell him to fuck her, but hearing her utter the words excited him. Too few women realized that talking while fucking enhanced their allure. He didn't know if she knew that talking enhanced her allure, or she simply liked to hear herself bawl bawdy words while fucking. He didn't care which. He liked it.
He fucked her so hard they bounced around the bed, writhing and humping vigorously. He wasn't doing all the work by any means. She gave him as good as she got, twisting her ass, jerking her hips up and down, gripping him with her legs, clutching his cock with powerful cunt muscles. If he had stayed utterly passive, she would have given him an outstanding ride in her sexy saddle.
They were both so lost in physical euphoria, they didn't realize they were about to fall off the bed. They hit the floor with a loud thud. He continued to fuck furiously. She locked her legs around his neck, lifted her ass in the air and continued to fuck back at him with reckless abandon.
The carpet scratched her shoulders. She neither knew nor cared. The splendid sensations between her legs-the long, stout prick in her cunt, sawing in and out, fucking her so wonderfully-absorbed her.
His ass began to move faster as he strained to drive his prick deeper and deeper. His cock swelled and pulsated lustily and stretched her cunt so gloriously. Abruptly, his sticky, hot cream began to gush into her quivering belly.
She started cumming the instant he put his tongue in her pussy, and hadn't stopped. She soared to new heights as he pumped his prick in and out of her cunt and filled her with his precious jism. She expressed her joy in audacious, wanton cries. He fucked on and on, oblivious to her complete surrender to her orgasmic bliss and his ravaging prick.
She kept her legs locked around his waist, holding him close. She fucked back at him, finishing off her own orgasm and extracting the last drop of cum from his cock. Satisfied that she had everything he could give her for the moment, and totally gratified by his splendid prick, she unlocked her legs and rolled away from him.
Without a word or backward glance, she put on her shirt and robe, slid her feet into her slippers and left.
Pat sat up and sighed. The still air in the small room reeked of aroused pussy. He closed the window to keep the ambrosial scent from escaping, then climbed back into bed and flopped onto his back. In a few moments, he was sound asleep again, worn out by Maggie's dynamic fucking. He didn't dream this time.