Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

His tongue darted out and tasted the gooey substance. Then he parted his lips and her fingers entered his mouth. One by one he licked the cunt juice off her fingers.

When the odor had diminished and her fingers were completely clean, she started to work on his body.

"Close your eyes and relax. We've got the time and I want you to enjoy this… enjoy it and remember."

He knew what she was going to do and he wanted more. He wanted to fuck her, wanted his cock in that blissful cavern where those fingers had delved.

"Did you like the blow-job I gave you the other night?"

"I loved it, but I'd rather have your cunt now."

"I'd rather suck. I ain't had a cock like that in me in so long I'm almost a virgin again. It'd probably rip me up."

He shrugged. "Okay, but get naked."

She did and then let her eyes trail down his body again. "I could almost come just lookin' at that hunk of meat."

The thick, rubbery head bobbed on his belly, now and then touching his navel.

What a huge beautiful cock, Laura thought, reaching over and tenderly closing her hand around the thick shaft. Her fingers couldn't reach around the thick hunk of meat. It seemed to be as thick as her wrist, and the throbbing cockhead as fat as her balled fist. Blue, pulsating veins jumped beneath the smooth outer skin as she slowly tentatively ran her clenched hand up and down its length.

She removed her hand from his cock and lay the palm flat against the seeping lips of her pussy. Gingerly, she rubbed until her whole hand was awash with her own juices. Then she returned it to his cock and continued to stroke him.

It was fascinating for her to watch how the head inflated as she squeezed the thick shaft. She laid her head on his belly, facing his prick, so she could see it better.

As her hand moved, a tiny trickle of silver fluid oozed from the opening in the cockhead and swooped down in a web-like strand to fall on his belly. She couldn't resist the impulse to spear the drop with her tongue. She rolled it around in her mouth, savoring its salty tang, then she swallowed it.

"Suck it," he said, his voice startling her.

Wiley drove his fingers into the already juicy hole between her gaping thighs. "Ohhhhh, yes," she cooed, squirming against his hand. She opened her legs wider and lifted one knee so that he could get his fingers clear inside her cunt.

With a loud growl, he forced her head down to his lap. He abandoned her cunt with his other hand and used it to grind and guide his twitching cock.

"Suck it!" he repeated, steering the swelling, blood-filled head to her parted lips.

Laura groaned, half in protest and half in desire. Her hands replaced his around the base of his prick. Her tongue flicked out, hotly laying the bouncing head.

His hips bucked up. Her lips parted around the head and a few drops of fluid spurted onto her tongue. The taste encouraged her. She made an "O" of her mouth and rolled her eyes up at him. She dropped one hand to his balls, cupped them, and gently drew the bulbous tip of his cock into the moist warmth of her mouth.

The contact tore a strangled cry from Wiley's throat. "OH, honey! Honecccc!"

His fingers locked tight in her long hair. He pushed her head down, down, down the incredible length of his prick. He closed his eyes and savored the delicious sensation, grinding his hips, forcing his meat deeper and deeper. There was a roaring in his ears. A volcano. A tidal wave of cum seeping up from the knowing fingers, teasing his balls.

"Go up and down on it," he urged. "And suck it at the same time!"

Her head began to hammer up and down on his cock. She squirmed and quivered like a snake on the bed beside him, sucking and milking his rigid pole.

It ended all too soon for both of them. He had wanted to get all his cock in her head, feeling her lips around its very root. But before he could ease it all the way into her, the volcano in his jiggling balls erupted.

"Oh, yes… oh, shit, take it!" he shouted as hot cum shot up the length of his shaft.

He fell forward over her, forcing her head down over his cum spurting prick with the weight of his body. Unable to think or hear, lost in the thrill of orgasm, he held her face crushed to his coarse pubic hair, and came, humping spurt after spurt of thick jism into her throat.

Noisily, she sucked the hot fluid. She kneaded his balls. Her fingers played in the hairy crack of his ass.

Although he was hurting her, although the wiry cockhair bruised her face, she stayed over his depleting cock until she had sucked the last drop of cum from his balls.

When it was over, when at last his prick was empty and growing limp, Wiley released her. He watched her face raise up, lips red and swollen, a trickle of cum dripping down her chin.

"Was it good?" she asked. "Can I suck good?"

"The best," he said, grinning down at her.

"I'm glad," she said, hugging his legs and rubbing her soft cheek along the length of his wet cock. "I love it. I swallowed it all."

"I know."

Her hand closed around his prick again. She lowered her head and let her tongue do a tantalizing dance on his balls and inner thighs. "How long does it take for it to get hard again?"

"No way, honey. I got to get some sleep."

She nodded and moved from the bed. She dressed and moved to the door where she paused and turned back to him. "Thanks."

"Don't be nuts. Thank you."

"Wiley?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't care… about Trina, I mean. I'd a lot rather have you makin' it with her than most of the assholes she's been with."

He nodded and she left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Holly Carpenter decided that she had only one thing that Wiley could want – her sex, and perhaps some of her money. If he kept his mouth shut, or better still, if she could convince him to keep his mouth shut about the girl's rape, giving him a little of both was a small price to pay.

For that reason she made herself as attractive as possible for the gentleman. She wore a tight sheath dress that accented her full hips and the perfect roundness of her ass. Around it she cinched a wide belt that made an eye-catching shelf of her big breasts. She also swooped her hair up to make her even taller and more stately rather than cheap sexy.

There had been something in his voice that told her that he was the kind of man this image would appeal to.

When she let him in, she was surprised. He was very tall and quite handsome. Under most circumstances, Holly would have gone to bed with him anyway. His appearance and cool manner made it that much easier.

When he settled into the sofa, Holly chose a club chair across from him, but not too far away to touch. As she sat down, her dress caught a few inches above her knee but she didn't bother to pull it down. Instead, she crossed her knees, exposing even more white flesh. Wiley looked boldly. Maybe she wouldn't have to pay this one off in cash. She had a good, sexy body, always craving for the usual and the unusual. She decided that a big man like Wiley might be able to handle her.

"Now tell me about it," she said. She smiled warmly.

"What's there to tell?"

Holly tried not to be annoyed. "Don't be coy," she said slowly. "You know about… about the incident. It was a harmless prank. The girl was a virgin, but she was far past due to lose it."

Wiley's anger was already boiling, but he managed to keep his voice on an even keel. "So, actually, you probably did her a favor, right?"

Holly shrugged. "Can I fix you a drink?"

"I don't think so."

She reached for an ivory box, extracted a cigarette and lit it with a silver lighter. "Just what are you interested in?"

"I wasn't sure until I walked in here."

She was amused. "You mean you're interested in my body?"