"What kind of woman would wear clothes like that?" he started to ask himself. She turned around and saw that her eyes were layered in dark eye shadow and her lips painted a deep shade of dark red. Her hair was pulled back in one of those cheap plastic hair things. She looked like some dirty Italian slut you would find in a ghetto mall, he surmised. "I'd like to make a porno with her," he said out loud to himself before his phone rang. It was his wife calling.
"Hey, I'm here," he told her.
"I know. I see you," Laura responded.
Charles looked around to try and spot his wife, peering up and down the sidewalk. "Where you at? I don't see you," he told her.
"I'm right in front you, stupid," she told him.
He kept looking around but he didn't see his wife anywhere. He went from woman to woman but none of them were his wife. Oh no, he thought. This little tramp that he was checking out was walking toward his car. The last thing he needed was his wife catching him chatting with some random slut. He jerked his head around to frantically find his wife but he thought he might just have been in the wrong place after all. And now this woman was standing right outside his window.
"I can't see you anywhere honey, but just for the record, there is some slutty girl next to my car door who I never even looked at, I swear."
"Charles, I saw you look at her."
"I didn't, I swear. Ok, maybe for a second, but that's it," he confessed.
Then there was a knock on the window of his car. He looked up.
"Roll the window down, stupid. I'm the slutty girl," his wife told him.
He froze in shock when he looked into her eyes. He could hardly recognize her. She really did look like one of those mall whores. He rolled down the window to talk to her.
"What do you think?" she asked him, turning to each side to show off her new get-up. All her husband could do was shake his head. But before he even said anything, his wife was ready to go.
"Come on. Get the camera and let's go. You can follow me like they do with the porno girls," she told him with a flirtatious smile on her face. Then she reached into her purse, took out a key and tossed it on her husband's lap. "It's for a room down at that hotel at the end of the block."
Charles was still in a state of disbelief as to how much his wife had gotten into this. He took the hotel key and the camera, and then got out of the car. His wife was already strolling down the shopping boulevard. He didn't really want to be seen videotaping his slutty looking wife in public so he took his jacket and wrapped it around the camera to hide it.
"Here we go," he said aloud to himself.
He got about 10 feet behind his wife with the camera hidden underneath his arm and wrapped snuggly in the jacket. As he got the hang of walking and holding the camera steady, he was able to enjoy the video streaming into the viewfinder. This wasn't such a bad idea, he thought. Looking at his wife in the video was like looking at another woman, especially with how she was dressed. Her white pants were so thin and tight, it was like she was hardly even wearing anything. And from what he could tell, he didn't think she was even wearing any panties. The material clung to every curve and crevasse of her body. Every guy that passed would turn to get a look.
Charles followed her for a while, sometimes from far away and sometimes from up close. He wanted to make sure to get some good footage for when he would watch this later. At the end of the block, his wife turned the corner, moving out of sight of the camera. He quickly followed her path, racing around the corner only to find her standing there looking at him.
"Are you videotaping me?" she asked him defiantly.
He couldn't help but smile at her. "Well, yes, I am. I couldn't help it with that sexy little outfit you have on," he told her.
"Oh really? Do you have permission to do that?" she asked him calmly.
"Well, do I?"
"That depends. How much are you going to pay me?" his wife asked. Charles couldn't believe how well Heather inhabited her new role.
"I don't know. Say five hundred for a session," he suggested.
"Five hundred? And for what?"
"For what? Well, I don't know. I like a really nasty girl," he told her. He was still videotaping the whole thing.
"A nasty girl? Hmmm...well a nasty girl will cost you one thousand."
"A thousand?" He pretended to search his pockets. "Ok, I can do that."
"Isn't that a wedding ring you have on?" his wife asked him.
He looked down at his ring. "Yes, it is. But my wife doesn't need to know about this. She's kind of a priss and I like real nasty girls in my pornos."
"Nasty, huh?" his wife asked. "I am as nasty as they come," she boasted in a kinky voice.
"Oh, are you?"
His wife just nodded slowly and licked her lips. Then all of a sudden, she reached down and lifted up her pink shirt to reveal her bare breasts. Charles whipped his head around to see if there was anyone behind him, but there wasn't. They were around the corner next to a brick wall but someone could stroll up at any second. He looked back down at the video camera screen to stare at his wife's naked breasts.
"Do you like to titty fuck?" she asked him.
He couldn't believe his wife was speaking like this. He nodded up and down as he lifted the camera to her face. She repeated the question again, and then grabbed a hold of her breasts with her hands.
"Why don't you take me somewhere and titty fuck me?"
Charles was so incredibly turned on. He was going to have so much fun watching this later. His wife pulled her shirt back down and walked past him. He followed her again with the camera as she crossed the street toward the hotel. She looked back at him, just before she entered the front door and silently mouthed a few words to him. He followed the movements on her lips. "Come fuck me," they said, before she disappeared into the hotel.
Charles quickly checked into the small hotel and got the room card. When they got into the elevator, he started videotaping again. His wife was playing with her nipples through her shirt to make them hard and poke through the fabric. Then she slid her other hand in between her legs.
"This pussy needs it bad," she whispered to him loudly.
He was having a tough time keeping the camera steady. He wanted to just drop it and grab her right there. The elevator came to a stop and his wife strutted out. Charles followed her as she walked down the hall, parading her taut haunches from side to side until she came to the right door.
They made it into the room and the door closed behind them. Heather turned around and stared at him, letting her husband probe the full length of her body with the video camera. Then she walked back toward him, gave him a slow naughty glance and got on her knees without taking her eyes off him and the camera.
"Did you know I love sucking cock?"
A grin spread across her husband's face. "No, I didn't know that," he said. He watched as she undid his brown belt buckle, unsnapped his pants, zipped them down and then pulled them to his ankles. His dick was poking erectly against the front of his light blue boxers. When she pulled them down to his ankles, his cock flipped up straight toward her. She was really so turned on by how much she was turning him on. She looked down at his cock and wrapped her hand around its base. She looked up at him once more and then down back at his erect cock.
Charles saw her pinch her lips together but couldn't believe what she did after that. He watched as his sweet little wifey got a small glob of saliva in her mouth and spit it on his cock. It was the dirtiest thing she could have done. The saliva flew onto his cock and his groin. Then she did it again.
"Give me some of that cock," she told him, wrapping her whole hand around his dick and rubbing it up and down the shaft to get it wet. When she looked up at him, she had that look of the angry nympho he had seen in pornos. She spit on his cock again and stroked it wet. "Give me some of the cock," she repeated.
Charles was so turned on. This was definitely a good idea, he told himself.
His wife pursed her lips around the hea
d of his cock and started to suck him vigorously. She had never even come close to doing it like she was doing it. She had just gone straight down on him, sucking and stroking him furiously. He was really getting into it. He still couldn't get over how much she had gotten done up so as to look like another woman.
He held the camera in one hand and put his other hand on the back of her head. He pushed his cock deeply into her mouth. He knew his wife couldn't deep-throat him so he wanted to see if this new woman could. As he inched it in, he could see her struggle to take it all the way in. She started to gag a bit, but she suppressed the gag as much as she could and kept trying to take it in deeper. He could see her eyes watering a little.
"That's right. Suck that cock down," he told her. He had never said anything like that to her and she knew it. She tried to relax her gag reflexes and made a final attempt. When his cock was as deep as it would, he held her head for a bit and let her gag on it. He let her off of it and she wiped the saliva that streamed out of her mouth. He thought she was going to need a rest as she normally got overwhelmed by such things. She looked up at him, though, and then gave a few hard strokes of his dick before she started sucking him furiously once more. She spit on it again.
"Are you going to fuck these tits?" she asked him. His wife leaned back on her feet and pulled her shirt off. She looked up at him as she squeezed her breasts tightly together. She let saliva drip from her mouth down to her breasts and then rubbed it all over between the mounds. She did it a few more times until her whole chest was glistening with wetness. Charles quickly kicked off his shoes and pants. Then he took the rest of his clothes off and threw them on the floor. He picked the camera back up and squatted on top of his wife, looking at her through the viewfinder.
"Let this little porno girl squeeze her tits together for you," she told him.
He watched as she got a good grip on the sides of each of her breasts and pushed them tightly together. He pushed his cock through her wet mounds. She had pushed them so snuggly together that he had to force his cock through the two of them. They were so wet it was like he was putting his cock inside of her. He straddled her body and pushed himself through her saliva-soaked breasts over and over. Heather could see how much her husband was enjoying it. She was going to show those little porno sluts who was in charge, she told herself.
Charles was enjoying every moment of this. He can't remember if he had ever titty fucked his wife. He pushed his cock all the way through until it touched the tip of her chin. She lifted up her head and stuck out her tongue to try to touch it. He made it just out of reach so she had to stretch her tongue further out. He eased it just forward so when her tongue had fully extended, the tip of it just touched the tip of his cock. He played with her, making her keep her head up and tongue out so she was struggling with all her ability to get a lick of his cock.
He finally rolled off of her and sat next to her to videotape her some more. Heather turned to her side and looked at Charles. She gave him shy, flirtatious glances as she ran her hand over her lips, then down her body and between her legs. She moved her fingers over her thin white pants, gliding them over her covered mound before she pressed her finger along the slit of her cunt. She inched her hand underneath the waist line of her pants. Charles watched as it disappeared between her legs.
She closed her eyes and started to touch herself. He zoomed in the video camera to watch the subtle expressions of pleasure in her face. He could hear her breath move in and out of her with a little more vocal strength. He used the camera to follow her arm down the length of her body until it disappeared beneath her pants and then back up to her face. Her eyes opened up and she stared into the lens before she started to say something.
"I want to fuck you so bad," she said to him. "I want to get so nasty. So, so nasty," she said.
Her husband smiled.
"Can I squat on your cock?" she asked. He was starting to think that his wife had been practicing this for years. He nodded his head up and down. She moved her hands down to the waist of her pants and wrapped them around both sides. He followed her with the camera as she peeled off her pants slowly, inch by inch until the last bit of clothing was pushed off her toes.
Heather rolled over onto her hands and knees, and then stood up. Charles rolled onto his back as Heather placed her feet on each side of his body. She never stopped looking at him as she slowly squatted down over his erect cock. She took a hold of it with her hand so she could position it at the entrance to her pussy. She kept both of her feel flat on the hotel room floor as she gradually descended on his cock, feeling the full length of it push open the constricted hole. After a few deep breaths, she felt the back of her thighs touch her husband's thighs.
She looked down at her husband and the camera that he was holding as she started to bounce up and down in the full squat position she had placed herself. She really had seen it in a porno and had never tried it before. It took her a bit to get use to the rhythm but she soon found the technique of relaxing her leg muscles and squatting up and down on his erect cock. Her husband was really enjoying it. She could tell he had to focus on trying to keep the camera still. She placed the palms on her hands on his bare chest and really started to bounce up and down.
"Oh yeah," she said. "This nasty pussy wants to get pumped."
Heather was driving her husband crazy. He was already breathing deeply and trying to control his orgasm. She pushed herself all the way down onto his body and squeezed his cock with all her might. Her husband suddenly dropped the camera off to the side and grabbed her. He pulled her off of him and flipped her onto her back. He was horny as can be and just spread her legs as fast as he could. She felt his cock push into her and fill her up. She reached over and picked up the camera.
She now saw what he was seeing. She zoomed into his strained face as he focused on thrusting himself into her. She moved the camera down his body and onto his cock. It was a view she had never seen before. She could watch a close up of his stiff, wet cock moving in and out of her. She loved feeling him uncontrollably desiring her and at the same time being that dirty porno girl he was always watching. He pushed her legs up toward her head and his thrusts started to get more intense. She moved the camera around her leg so she could watch his cock going into her. Seeing his wet, pulsating prick in the viewfinder of the camera was like watching an animal have sex, she thought.
Heather felt her husband's breath quicken and his thrusts got even stronger. She wanted to finish this whole fantasy off right.
"Oh yeah, baby. Fuck that nasty girl," she told him. "Stuff her with your cock like she deserves it."
His face contorted in pleasure and his body tensed up the harder he fucked her. He penetrated her harder and harder and harder, until he gave a last few final pumps and collapsed in a tired heap on top of her. She watched a close up of his satisfied, sweaty face in the camera. He didn't have anything left in him. She ran her hand through his hair.
"Was I nasty enough for you?" she asked him. He just nodded his head.
"Good," she said. "This video can last you a couple months and then we'll do it again."
He just smiled in disbelief at how crazy his wife was.
The End.
Oh Lilli
"It's finished sir." There was more than just a hint of pride coming across. The speaker was genuinely impressed with his own work and believed every word of what he was saying.
"It is absolutely finished? To my exact specifications?" Jermaine Reinhardt replied. It wasn't possible. He knew what he'd asked for, he gone a few extra miles to make sure that it was impossible. "Really?" Reinhardt felt his heart pick up a few extra beats per minute. The most likely answer was that they were lying to him and he could deal with that. There was however a less likely but more radical answer. They were telling the truth. It just happened that the likely answer was completely insane. They couldn't possibly have been successful in creating HER. "You really made her. Everything I asked for and you made her?"
"It'
s not as difficult as you make it sound Mr. Renaud. Genetic engineering has been around for nearly fifty years. We've been studying evolution for a lot longer than that. The main things that have been preventing this from happening in the past are the ethics. The same people who are stopping us from making clones. The technology has been proven since the mid nineties." Dr. Sharpe explained as they walked through the labs.
Reinhart felt his chest swell slightly as he walked through the halls of his private labs. He'd spent millions making sure that his teams had everything that they could possible want. He didn't understand what half of the machines they owned did but they had promised him that they could work miracles and if Dr. Sharpe wasn't lying they had indeed performed a miracle. "So are there any problems I should know about?"
"Nothing bad. She has been an interesting case to study. Particularly in morphometrics." Dr. Sharpe paused at a door quickly keying in his code and then sliding an ID badge through a reader. "See she's basically human, say ninety percent of her core DNA is human, the ten percent we tampered with to get the desired appearance combined with the training we subjected her too has given her some interesting habits."
"Such as?" Jermaine glanced down at the scientist. He wasn't used to people keeping him in suspense, and interesting almost always meant bad.
"It'll be easier to just show you." The door hissed open.
The room that they'd kept the woman in was one half jungle gym and one half bed room. When they walked into the room she was at the suspended in the middle of the twisted tangle of bars with a contented smile on her vaguely feline face. Every inch of her body was covered in lightly golden fur and apparently she'd been given clothing, clothing that was now on the floor leaving her nude. "Mew?" With more grace than any human could hope to accomplish she flipped down threading her way through the maze of bars until she was on the floor. "Is this him?" She spoke rapidly circling around him quickly.
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