by Selena Kitt
He thrust his heavy pink tongue into her mouth, thrashed it against her tongue. His big, brown hands grabbed onto her breasts through her blouse, roughly squeezed the lush pair. “Daddy needs to suckle, child!” he hissed in Chloe’s face.
Chloe giggled, unfastening more buttons on her blouse. He dug her breasts out, clutching the thick, firm, snow-white masses, thumbing the stiffened, pink nipples. Chloe shivered in his lap.
He pushed his head down and her breasts up, urgently swirled his tongue around first one of Chloe’s jutting nipples, then the other. Before sealing his lips around a rubbery nipple and sucking hard on it, nursing, staring up at Chloe.
She dug her fingernails into the whorls of hair on his head, thrust out her chest, her tits into the man’s beaming face. He hungrily fed on them, inhaling almost half of one of her breasts and tugging on it, the other breast. He didn’t draw milk, just moans of pleasure.
The dome light was on. Chloe’s breasts and nipples shone with the man’s saliva, reddened with feeling where his hands gripped and groped. She reached down and yanked her panties to one side, stuck the man’s cock into her moist, ginger-tufted pussy.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” she cried.
“Yes, child!” he gulped, Chloe sitting down on the full length of his cock. He gorged himself on Chloe’s breasts, as she clutched one of his shoulders and the back of the seat, bounced up and down on his erection. He pumped his hips, pumping her sucking pussy in rhythm to her riding.
“Oh, Daddy!” Chloe squealed. “I-I think I’m going to come, Daddy!”
He thrust up frantically into her cunt, sucking fiercely on her tits. His manicured fingernails bit into her jumping breasts, his sharp, white teeth into her bobbing nipples. She shrieked and shuddered, gushed hot, sticky orgasm all over the man’s pistoning cock.
He tore his mouth off her tit and bellowed, “I’m coming, too, child!” Then he bucked, blasted, burst after burst of his heated semen dousing Chloe’s velvety pink tunnel.
“You-you take care of yourself properly now, child,” he said afterwards, handing her a thousand-dollar bill. “And maybe I can give you a … ride some other time?”
Chloe smiled and winked, tucked the bill away and jumped out of the car with her packages.
* * *
The snow wouldn’t let up, nor the wind, the temperature dropping even more with the fall of night. There were hardly any vehicles on the streets now, no pedestrians in sight. The downtown hotels loomed large and black overhead, as Chloe tramped through the snow, seeking temporary refuge in the lighted, cleared entranceways of the hotels.
She’d just walked past one marquee, when a limousine shot out of the horseshoe-shaped drive and skidded to a stop alongside her. “Need a lift, sweetheart!?”
They were a pair of wealthy farmers, in the big city for an agricultural convention, now heading to the airport and back to their country estates. They were dressed in camel’s hair coats and brown sport jackets and slacks, their silver hair coiffed in waves, faces and hands sporting tropical tans. The taller, leaner man was named Earl, the shorter, beefier one Clement. They were partners and cousins, co-owners of a huge spread of cattle and corn acreage.
The powerful limousine churned through the storm-wracked night, the warm, plush, spacious interior brightly lit up, tinted windows and partition keeping everything nice and cozy and private in back.
Chloe sat in between the two men, letting them admire her body, as she admired the big, gold watches on their wrists. They told her a little about the farming business, and she told them as little about herself as possible.
“You were like a lost lamb out there in that snowstorm,” Earl said with a laugh, landing a hand down on Chloe’s left thigh.
“Little Bo Peep,” Clement added with a guffaw, landing a hand down on Chloe’s right thigh.
Chloe smiled shyly, glancing from one beaming face to the other. “You two gentlemen farmers wouldn’t be … wolves, would you?”
The men rocked back with laughter on the black leather bench seat, squeezing Chloe’s thighs.
“Didn’t the big, bad wolf eat up little red riding hood!?” Earl asked Clement, looking over Chloe’s head, licking his chops.
Clement snorted, staring into the deep, warm, enticing cleavage formed by the curved swells of Chloe’s large breasts. “Right! Just imagine what two wolves could do to one little red riding hood!” He showed his white teeth to Chloe in a wide smile, his hand heavily rubbing her thigh.
Chloe unbuttoned her coat and pulled it open on both sides, exposing the true extent of her breasts beneath her blouse. Then she spread her legs between the two crowding men, her skirt riding up high. She hadn’t bothered to put her panties back on after her last drive – they were tucked into her purse now. So her pussy lips glistened under the interior track lighting of the limo, her ginger fur sparkling.
“Which wolf wants to eat me first?” Chloe inquired demurely, looking from one gaping man to the other.
Clement was quicker off his butt and down onto his knees. The man jumped in between Chloe’s lithe legs, grabbing onto her lean thighs with his thick hands. He stared at her pussy, licking his lips. Chloe touched a hand down onto his head, and he leapt at her pussy with his wet slab of a tongue, striping her slit and clit and fur with an excited lick.
Chloe shuddered and squealed, shooting her fingers into Clement’s hair and holding on.
Earl dove his hands down into her blouse and grabbed onto her bare breasts and roughly fondled them. Chloe gasped and tilted her head his way, catching the man’s moist, twisting tongue in her open mouth, his thin, dry lips pressing into her plush lips.
Chloe shivered and sank back against the seat cushions, one older man grasping her thighs and licking her pussy, other older man groping her breasts and kissing and frenching her.
Clement lapped at her cunt like a bull lapping water. He licked from deep in between her quivering butt cheeks all along her sensationalized slit, over her swelled-up clit and almost right up to her bellybutton, over and over and over; coating Chloe’s pussy with every inch of his widened, damp tongue, eagerly and noisily slurping up her hot, tangy juices as he did so. Chloe rode his rapidly bobbing head with her hand, clutching Earl’s panted, pulsing hard-on with her other hand.
That man burst her blouse right open and mauled her shimmering breasts, rolled and pulled on her swollen nipples, scouring the inside of her mouth with his long, writhing tongue. Until he dropped his head down and shoved Chloe’s breasts up, slapped one of her pinched nipples with his tongue, her other nipple; wetly spanking them even harder and higher. Then he clutched Chloe’s breasts right together and lashed his tongue across both of her jutting nipples at once.
Chloe shuddered and moaned; getting licked, getting man-handled, devoured by the two men.
Earl jammed both of her nipples into his mouth and sucked vigorously on the pointed pair together, cramming as much of Chloe’s lush breast-flesh into his mouth as he could. As Clement speared his hardened tongue right into Chloe’s pussy and wormed it around inside of the woman, three inches deep.
Chloe let out a girlish shriek, her adult body arching up off the seat and into the men’s mouths. Clement nipped at her pussy lips, his tongue squirming around inside her slit. Earl bit into both of her nipples, stretching them out with his teeth.
“Five minutes to the airport!” the limousine driver’s voice suddenly crackled over the intercom, startling the threesome.
Chloe bucked Clement out from between her legs, Earl off her chest. She knew she had to give even more of herself to these two fine, rich farmers, and fast.
She slid off the bench seat and down onto the floor of the limo, on her hands and knees. Then she crawled in between Earl’s long legs, sticking her bum out and up at Clement rocked back on his butt. The stubby man scrambled up onto his knees and tore down his zipper and yanked his cock out of his pants; as Chloe slid Earl’s pants zipper down and pulled that man’s cock out into the open.
“My, what big … penises you have,” Chloe cooed; grasping and pumping Earl’s cock, looking back at Clement jerking his own cock.
The men grunted.
Chloe sucked Earl’s tall, clean-cut cock into her accommodating mouth, as Clement crouched in behind and shoved his thick, heavy prick into her pussy. She groaned around Earl’s hard-on buried deep in her mouth, making the leathery-faced man vibrate with feeling. Then she was rocked back and forth, sucked to and fro, propelled by the stoutly-built man ardently banging in and out of her from the rear.
Earl clutched Chloe’s bright red tresses and leaned back on the bench seat, getting sucked deep and tight and damp, his partner smacking into the pretty young woman’s taut, rounded butt cheeks so that they rippled, fucking her ginger pussy. The two men had had a good time at the convention, away from their wives, and were anxious to make it last, drain every last drop of excitement out of the big city that they could.
So, when Chloe popped Earl out of her mouth and climbed onto the man’s lap, slotted his slathered cock into her pussy, Clement used the lube she’d pulled out of her purse and pushed his slickened cockhead up against her bumhole from behind.
Chloe reached back and pulled her butt cheeks apart. Her pink pucker opened up like a flower. Clement drove his fat cap inside, sank most of his wide-bodied shaft into Chloe’s hot, gripping anus. She moaned, tangling tongues with Earl again, the man’s strong hands pulling on her tits like he was milking them, pumping his cock into her pussy.
Clement whacked Chloe’s buttocks and whooped, riding her ass. One man’s cock stuffing and stroking her cunt, other man’s cock stretching and churning her chute. The pair of sixtysomethings pumped together, excitedly fucking the young woman’s pussy and ass.
“Airport coming up,” the driver announced over the intercom.
“Whoo-ee!” Clement hollered, slamming his beefy hand against Chloe’s bum, branding her with his palm. As he reamed her anus.
Earl tugged on Chloe’s nipples, lapping at her face, pumping her pussy. The men thrust faster, harder, grunting with exertion, their cocks sliding almost together inside of Chloe.
She screamed, a blast of semen searing her scorched chute, a sizzling jet of sperm firing her pussy. Chloe quivered out of control, getting double-fucked and double-cummed, getting and giving and taking.
She left with the rest of their money – $2,000. For being ‘such a good little lamb’, giving the two men such a great ‘send-off’.
* * *
The snow had finally stopped and the wind died down by the time Chloe’s cab pulled up to the downtown apartment she shared with her husband.
“Where’ve you been in this weather!?” Rob asked, looking up from his TV dinner at the kitchen table in surprise. “Were you stranded somewhere?”
“Nope,” Chloe replied with a grin, setting down her bags and brushing the snow off her coat. “I managed to get a ride – or three.”
The young woman was already planning their Christmas hot spot getaway with the money she’d received. She’d paid for their summer vacation the same way the previous year, out on the cold, winter storm streets when all the regular girls were huddled inside.
Not that she was doing anything illegal or immoral, in her mind. It was just concerned men being compassionate to a woman in need, a damsel in distress; older men, because they were safer, and quicker, and so much more generous. Than her struggling artist husband, Rob, could ever hope to be.
The End
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Taken in Front of My Husband in the Alleyway - Andrea Tuppens
Taken in Front of My Husband in the Alleyway - Andrea Tuppens
Thomas watched as Claire walked through the door he held open and smiled. “I’m pretty damned lucky to have you, you know,” he said.
She smiled and he noted how lovely her smile was, how lovely she was period. “Don’t you forget it, pal.”
He laughed and said, “Happy Anniversary, Baby.”
She took his hand in hers and said, “The anniversary isn’t over yet, Tommy. I still have a few things I’d like to do to celebrate.” She leaned forward and kissed him briefly as if to punctuate the comment but when he tried to make the kiss last longer, she pushed him back and giggled. “You just have to be patient.”
Thomas smiled and Claire smiled back. He had an endless capacity for sex, and she was more than happy to oblige but there was nothing quite as exciting for her or for him as when he really wanted it but couldn’t have it. Sometimes the delayed gratification went on for days on end but on their anniversary, she and he both knew there was an orgasm in his future. She took his hand in hers, and the two walked along, enjoying the night breeze. They’d rented a room for their one year anniversary. They loved their little starter house but Thomas had proposed at the restaurant they’d just enjoyed, and when they’d married eleven months later, they’d moved four hours away. So, the hotel meant they could eat at the same restaurant in their old stomping grounds.
Since he was definitely getting some tonight, Claire figured she ought to get some good teasing in while she could. She stepped in front of Thomas and pressed her body to him, kissing him deeply. When she backed away, she asked, “Do you like my dress, Baby?” She knew the answer. The dress was beyond perfect, a slinky and black cocktail affair that clung to her curves like it was painted on. Nobody with a penis could possibly dislike it, and there were probably a great many women as well. Even a straight woman would find the dress fueling every bi-curious fantasy she’d ever had. Thomas nodded eagerly.
“Me too, Baby,” she said. It’s so silky and satiny. I just love the feel of it.” She took her husband’s hand and ran it up along her side so he could feel the fabric. She could see the bulge in his pants growing, and she added as she moved Thomas’s hand to her hip, “I love the feel of it so much that I couldn’t have anything between me and the silk.” His eyes grew wide and she smiled and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “No panties. No bra. Just me underneath it.” Thomas swallowed hard, and she fought back a delighted laugh and added, “Except my thigh-highs. I like the feel of those, too.”
She moved to walk beside him again, and when she did, Thomas’s hand slid down to her ass. She took it in hers and pushed it back up to the small of her back. He let out a whimper of disappointment, and Claire giggled. “Keep it in your pants, Bucko. You get it when I say you get it.”
The night air was chill, and that was particularly interesting because teasing Thomas had already turned Claire on. The night air did the rest of the job as far as her nipples were concerned so that they hardened into bullets and every step caused slight movement of the fabric of her cocktail dress. The movement was very visible below her waist but almost imperceptible above. Nonetheless, even the tiniest amount of motion seemed like her nipples were being pinched hard, and she almost threw her plan right out the window just to drag Thomas over to a doorway or something and fuck his brains out right there. She took a deep breath to steady herself. The key to everything was making him wait. When she finally gave it to him at the hotel it would be so much better.
Thomas was undeterred, and she felt her husband’s hand move back down to an ass cheek. She started to admonish him and reached for his hand but suddenly she felt a hard yank and found herself six or seven feet away from him, her arm hurting. “Get your ass in this alley if you don’t want the little lady hurt.” The words came out as something between a hiss and a hoarse growl, and Claire turned her head to see the man who said them, the man who still held her elbow in a crushing grip.
The man was enormous. He wore a black long sleeved tee shirt and it seemed like his arms and his muscles seemed intent on splitting it apart at the seams. He wasn’t unattractive so much as he was absolutely imposing. Even his eyes were cold and dark. She gulped as fear rolled over her. The man’s
hand at her elbow was like a vise but it was the other hand, the one that held the gun, that really scared her. What the hell had possessed her to walk down the street like that, to let this happen late at night? The man yanked her back, dragging her into the alley, and she heard Thomas say, “What the hell?”
“Okay, Romeo,” the man said in a cold voice. “Step in here very slowly.”
Thomas moved quickly until Claire shouted, “He has a gun!” Then he stopped and moved forward slowly.
“Romeo wanted to be a hero,” the man said. “Good thing Juliet cares about you, Mr. Big Man.” The mocking tone in his voice was scary. Very. Very. Very scary. “Now get over here. Slowly.”
Claire watched Thomas step slowly into the alley. He looked at her and said, “You okay, Honey?”