by Willow Haze
"Would you like a drink?"
"Black Jack and water." She regarded him with a reserved smile as he motioned the cocktail waitress over and ordered. She knew the eventual outcome of their social intercourse would be sexual intercourse. She was going to talk to him anyway, if only as a matter of course. She wanted to fuck him, but didn't have enough experience to handle the situation naturally.
"What brought about this wonderful change of mind?" he asked.
She ignored his question. He already knew the answer. "I want to talk to you about a promotion," she said firmly. "I've earned one. And you know it."
"Yes, you do good work," he said noncom-mittally.
"You're being evasive, Chuck," she replied sternly. "I know I do good work. What I don't know is why you won't promote me."
Doubt flashed across his face. Maybe she hadn't had a wonderful change of mind after all.
"You've promoted other girls. Some of them have less seniority than I do, and their work is no better than mine. Do you think I'm too young to handle more responsibility?"
"No, Carol, I don't. Chronological age has nothing to do with it. You're very mature." He paused and studied her very carefully a few moments. "Promoting the other girls had certain fringe benefits."
"Yes, I knew that," she replied. "I just wanted to hear you say it. I'm married, you know."
Chuck grinned. "So am I. What difference does that make?"
"None, as long as both parties are acting of their own free will. I just wanted to see if you would deny it."
"Are you acting of you own free will?"
"Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here."
Chuck's grin widened. "I always thought you were an insightful girl with a keen wit," he said.
"If I fuck you, will you promote me?" She could tell her earthy language surprised him. She wanted it to, wanted to send him a strong signal.
"Suppose I told you that I was going to promote you in any case? Would you still want to fuck me?"
Carol slowly lifted her blouse so he could see her tit. "Look at my nipple. Is it hard?"
"Yes." He wanted to lean across the table and lick the pretty bud. "It could be from your blouse rubbing it."
She let her blouse fall back into place, turned toward him and spread her legs slightly. "Put your hand between my legs."
He reached under the table and put his hand on the inside of her thigh. She reached down, grasped his forearm, and pushed his hand higher.
"Touch my pussy," she said softly.
He extended his finger and lifted his eyebrows. "I expected pantyhose."
"I hate the damn things," she replied. "I don't wear them, even to work. You saw my hard nipple. If my pussy is wet, that means I want to fuck you. You can find out for yourself easily enough."
"I can't believe I'm doing this in a public place," he muttered. He pushed the narrow crotch of her panties aside and put his finger in her hole.
Her heart beat so fast, she had trouble speaking. She knew she had passed the point of no return and couldn't back out now. "Is it hot and wet?"
"like a lava pit!" he sighed. He started to pull his hand away.
She grabbed his arm. "Not yet," she breathed. "Do the rooms here really have mirrors all over the place? I've never fucked in front of a mirror. I want to try it."
"Yes. And big water beds and closed-circuit TV with continuous dirty movies. I've already rented a room."
"Good. Let's go."
"May I have my hand back?" he chuckled.
"If you must," she sighed, and released his hand.
Chuck paid the tab and took her arm. Her stomach was full of butterflies. She clung to his arm with both hands as they went outside and walked across the parking lot to the room. She hadn't had another man since she married. She hoped Chuck didn't disappoint her. He unlocked the door and stood aside for her to enter first. She stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face him.
"I haven't had another man since I married," she whispered.
"I feel very honored," he said softly. "You're so lovely and desirable. I want you very much."
He took her into his arms and kissed her gently. She put one hand on the nape of his neck and her other hand on the back of his head and opened her mouth. Her lips came alive as his tongue slipped into her mouth. He cupped her ass and pulled her mound against his crotch.
She undulated her hips, felt his cock growing in his pants. She wondered if it was as big as Frank's. She didn't know many men who were as well-hung as her husband. Kissing another man passionately and thinking about riding his cock, about getting even with her cheating husband, bolstered her courage.
He broke the kiss and caressed her cheek. "Would you believe they even have room service in this place? I ordered a bottle of champagne."
"You think of everything," she said, giving him a big smile.
"I try. My brain isn't working very well right now."
"Is your cock hard."
"like a rock!"
She backed away from him and smiled coyly. "Good," she said. She turned all the way around, looking at the room. "I'm not narcissistic, Chuck. If I'm going to cheat on my husband, I might as well do it up and see what it's like to fuck in front of mirrors." She turned on the TV and watched a couple fucking. "Nice cock. But he's wearing socks! You don't wear socks when you fuck, do you?"
"Not unless you want me to. I'll try to do whatever you ask. Dress up, dress down, whatever. Pleasing you is worth it."
"I've never tried sex role-playing. Maybe we'll try it sometime. Who would you like to be? Superman? Batman?"
She unbuttoned her blouse. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched with fire dancing in his eyes. She stared directly at him as she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She undid the single button on the waistband of her skirt and slid the short zipper down. She wiggled her hips as she pushed the skirt down, revealing a pair of thong panties and the outline of her pussy. She stepped out of her skirt, gave him a smile that melted his heart, and walked quickly across the room to the door of the bathroom.
"I'll be right back. Don't go away."
"Are you kidding?" he laughed.
He heard the water running in the sink. He appreciated her fastidiousness. He sat on the bed and waited for her, still fully clothed. He wondered if she would be naked when she came back.
Carol came back, stopped several feet in front of him, still wearing her demi-bra and thong panties. She stood with her legs apart and her hands on her hips.
"It doesn't embarrass me for you to look," she said softly. "Am I what you expected?"
The unbridled enthusiasm for sex that radiated from her voluptuous body swept over him. "More," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.
She nodded and smiled. "It gets better. I'm very good."
"Somehow, I knew you would be."
Carol smiled mischievously and eyed the growing bulge in his pants. With excruciating deliberateness, she reached between her abundant mounds of tit flesh and unsnapped her bra. The lacy half-cups clung to her swollen mounds for a moment, then spread apart, fully exposing her firm, lofty tits.
Her large nipples were a beautiful dusty rose color. They were puckered, swollen with passion. He sat perfectly still, enjoying the show as she titillated him with her coquettish stripping. He felt no sense of urgency. This was a game better played out with stimulating leisure.
She slipped her fingers under the string around her waist. She pulled her panties up until the lips of her pussy were clearly visible around the thin band pressing into her hairy slit. She hunched her hips, simulating a fucking motion She bent over and pushed her panties down. He could swear her heard a soft kissing sound as the material came away from her pussy.
She straightened up and tossed the panties in his lap. Her body was alive with hedonistic desire. Her nipples stood proudly erect. She ran a hand through her muff and fluffed up her luxuriant brown bush. The tip of her finger brushed her sensitive love-stud,
and she shuddered with spontaneous spasms of sexual agitation.
She backed up and sat down in front of the TV. She spread her legs and looked down at her crotch. "My pussy is real hairy," she mused. She thought about Cynthia's bald mound. "I didn't realize how hairy until recently." She ran the middle finger of her right hand slowly up and down her gash, then wormed it into her passion pit. "My pussy is real tight, Chuck."
"You sure are a hot number."
"A horny housewife, huh?" She wiggled the tip of her finger and gasped softly.
"Are you going to jack off?"
"Mmmmmmm, not yet." Slowly, savoring the enticing feeling, she drew the tip of her wet finger up the length of her crack and touched her clit. Her ass squirmed. "I'll do it for you later if you wish." She stroked her pleasure button lightly, making it fatten and pop out of its hood. "I want you to get me off the first time."
"However you want it, honey." He turned her chair around. "Put your legs over the arms of the chair and open your pussy so I can see your clit."
She draped her legs over the arms and used both hands to pull her lips apart so he could look at the protuberant nub of ticklish flesh.
"Beautiful," he said. "Finger-fuck yourself."
Her lewd posture made her feel totally wild and wanton. "Take off your clothes. I want to see your cock."
She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. He could see that her mouth was as wet and slippery as her slit. His balls ached. He wanted to jump her, fuck her immediately, fill her with his hot, thick cream. She put two fingers in her hole and pumped them in and out several times. She lifted them to her mouth and sucked them. She squeezed her tits and rolled her hard nipples between her fingers.
She made him so frantic that he fumbled and stumbled as he tore off his clothes. When he slid his zipper down, her hands slid down her body, into the smoldering heat between her thighs. He kicked his pants away and gently stroked his swollen prick.
Her fingers dipped into her soupy hole. He stared at them as they moved quickly in and out of her luscious love tunnel. Her large clit stood out between her pouting pussy lips. The slurping sounds burned his ears. He wanted to bury his head between her thighs and suck up her tasty essence and lick her hard clit. They stared at each other, his cock pulsing and twitching in the air in front of him and her pussy wide open, wet and inviting.
"Do you want champagne now or later?" His vocal cords were tight with emotion.
"Later," she breathed. "I want your cock now."
CHAPTER THREE
Chuck went to the bed and lay down on his back. Carol played with her pussy as she crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. She put her wet fingers in his mouth and her other hand on his bare belly, and stared at him with humid eyes. The tingling pressure of her tender hand sent sensations lancing through him. His dick vibrated and pulsed.
She wrapped her fist around his prick and looked at it lovingly as she stroked it slowly. "Gorgeous cock. I like cock, Chuck. If I suck you off, how long will it take you to recover?"
"The way I feel right now, it might not even get soft!" He put his hand on her thighs and moved it slowly toward her pussy. "Seriously, only a few minutes."
She pulled his hand between her thighs and covered her hairy mound with his palm. Instead of caressing her pussy, he sat up and took her in his arms. She put her arms around him and lifted her mouth. He covered her lips with his and slid his tongue into her mouth. His desire swelled higher as his tongue wandered inside her humid mouth, tasting the sweetness. He groped her tits and caressed her bare thighs. His tongue tickled over her neck and ears, flicked into her open mouth and nuzzled her left nipple as his fingers grazed between her open thighs. She purred as he touched her.
She pushed him onto his back, leaned over him, and licked his nipples. "Play with my tits while I make your cock feel good," she whispered.
Her sensuous, moist lips drifted down his body. Her fingers danced over his rod with feathery caresses. His swollen cock quivered and a deep groan rumbled out of his chest. She bent lower and dragged her lips and tongue across his belly. Her tongue fluttered up his shaft and danced over the head. He groaned again, deeper in his chest. She grasped his dick firmly in her delicate fist and stroked it with tender loving care as she stared at it with a deep hunger in her gleaming eyes.
He leaned against the headboard and watched her. Her provocative touch made his hot rod pulsate and twitch and the muscles in his thighs tremble.
Carol kissed his cockhead tenderly and stabbed at the tiny opening with her pink tongue. She held the veined shaft in both hands and lapped the head with her moist tongue. She opened her mouth wide and let the turgid knob glide between her lips until the tip banged the back of her throat.
Chuck moaned hoarsely and lifted his hips off the bed, thrusting his cock into her mouth. His arousal soared from the electrifying embrace of her sexy, drenched mouth. His breath wheezed out of his chest in ragged gasps. He quaked when she mashed the head of his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
She chuckled deep in her throat, sucked lustily, and bobbed her head slowly up and down. Saliva flowed from her mouth and dribbled down his rod, wetting her palms. Her hands spread the slippery liquid as they worked slowly up and down his prick.
The sight of the horny young wife blowing him made the fiery sensations flowing through him more profound, more potent. His hips undulated in rhythm with the bobbing of her head as she fucked herself in the mouth with his cock.
She made ravenous swallowing noises as she bobbed her head more urgently. She let the bulging head of his cock slide into the back of her throat on each downward plunge of her head.
"Oh, fuck," he panted. "You're a terrific cock-sucker."
His mind wallowed numbly in clouds of euphoria. The horny wife's gifted mouth drove him rapidly toward the peak. He felt the pressure surging and magnifying, ballooning into a churning burden, demanding release.
Carol suddenly lifted her head and let his prick slide from her tight lips with a soft plop. "Don't fight me. I want your juice to come out so I can drink it."
He nodded rapidly and said, "Just suck a little more, honey. God, you're a first rate cocksucker."
"I told you so earlier," she chuckled.
She opened her mouth wide as she lowered her head and took his cock back into her mouth. The muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled. A groaning sigh bubbled from his lips as her sensual, humid mouth closed on his prick. She thrust her head down and the tip of his cock slid into her throat. She sucked avidly, tenaciously, all out and with gusto.
The pressure of his orgasm immediately swelled again. He thrust his hips off the bed. A quiver raced through him and his climax burst over him.
Cum gushed into the back of her throat. She gurgled happily as the first glut of jism slid down her gullet. She gulped noisily and sucked harder. Abruptly, she lifted her head and jerked him rapidly. Cum spattered on her lips, nose and cheeks. He writhed on the bed in the throes of ecstasy until his dick shrank into a tube of limp flesh.
"I wanted to watch you cum," she said softly. "I like to watch a cock squirt. I didn't mess it up for you, did I?"
"God, no! You were fantastic!
She wiped the cum off her face and licked her fingers. She crushed her lips to his and her tongue stabbed into his mouth. He fondled her glorious tits and nipples, rubbing and squeezing them between his fingers. Her tongue still furiously fucked the recesses of his mouth. His hand lightly traced a path from her tits down to her sopping pussy. He couldn't believe how hot she was as his hand covered her furry mound. She hunched hard against his fingers and moaned.
"Finger-fuck my hot little pussy," she murmured against his lips. "Ram your fingers in my wet little pussy and I'll cum for you."
His finger touched her clit. An electric shock ripped through her. She arched her back and flooded his fingers with moisture as she came with a rush of passion. She fell back on the bed and he followed her, his finger flicking rapidly
over her clit. She ended up on her back with him bent over her, kissing her fervently.
He rolled between her legs, peeled her cunt lips apart and gazed at her sopping gash. "Beautiful," he murmured. He licked her slit, then stuck his tongue in her hole. "Mmmmmm, you taste good, too."
"Oh, baby," she gurgled, "eat my pussy! Lick it all over! Your tongue feels so good. Make me cum!"
She stared into the mirror over the bed. She could see her reflection from the front, the sides and the top. The salacious sight thrilled her. Fiery tendrils of carnal hunger made every nerve ending in her body tingle. Her thick tit tips were hard and swollen. They looked ready to burst.
Her cunt was exquisite, an 'clair to be nibbled on the outside and licked deeply on the inside. The inner lips were swollen, pouting open, begging to be kissed. Her big pink clitoris, erect with yearning, stood proudly out of its hood, beyond the slick lips, waiting eagerly for the touch of his tongue.
He moved his mouth slowly toward the hairy banquet. He blew hot breath over her crotch. She raised her hips and pushed her cunt toward his mouth, silently indicating that she wanted to feel his lively tongue probing the inside of her sultry plexus of pleasure.
He licked and slurped noisily. The flavor of her pussy was more delightful than he expected. Her juice filled his mouth and trickled down his chin as he lapped at her savory slit. Spreading her pussy lips with his fingers, he devoted his attention to her tumescent clit. He sucked the bloated stud into his mouth. As he licked, sucked and gently bit the hard, sensitive nubbin, he caressed her smooth thighs and well-rounded ass cheeks.
She moaned loudly, continually. Squeezing and fondling her ass with juice-drenched hands, he slid his fingers into her slit and tickled her wet, hot hole. She went absolutely crazy. With his tongue on her clit and his finger probing her cunt, she came, releasing a flood of sweet girl cum.
He rolled onto his back and pulled her over him. She stretched out full length on top of his body. He reveled in the feel of her solid tits pressed against his chest and her hairy mound mashed against his cock. They kissed deeply, exchanging tongues, biting each other's lips tenderly as she writhed and wiggled on top of him. She opened her thighs and let his prick slid up against the lips of her wet cunt.