Erika Norman - Her new Daddy

"You're dry, baby," he said, glaring at her. "You been faking it. I don't like that."

Brenda was at the end of her patience. She just wanted to get out of there and go home. "So what are you going to do about it?" she said. "I can't fake a wet cunt. Just go ahead, do it."

"Uh-unh," said Denton. "I'm gonna make you want it."

His dark head dipped into her crotch. Brenda gasped and seized his hair, trying to pull him away, but too late. She felt his scalding hot tongue snaking between the plump lips of her mons, tickling the ultrasensitive lump of her clit. Blinding pleasure ripped through her body.

"Ooooooooo," she wailed.

Her fingers went limp and slipped from his hair. Her eyes rolled crazily, and her full mouth twisted into a sensual little leer. Denton's expert tongue lashed and rimmed her hot little bud. It felt fantastically good. She was lost, and she knew it.

She just couldn't resist being touched there, licked there. It was the key to her whole response, that funny little lump of flesh. Denton's rough wet tongue tip tickled, circled, lashed, licked, and Brenda moaned and sighed with hot heavy pleasure. Her cunt began to cream onto his flushed face. Her body was out of control, no longer obeying her screaming conscience.

She knew this was wrong, hideously wrong. She loved Hal, wanted to be faithful to him. She despised Denton. Yet she lay there with her legs wide apart, letting Denton eat her pussy, loving it. It was so good, she couldn't bear to make him stop.

"Eat me," she whimpered, "eat meee…"

He did a good job of it, too, the bastard. Obviously he'd had plenty of practice. He lashed and licked her horny little bud into fat throbbing erection, while Brenda moaned and whined. Then he snaked his wet rough tongue lower between her legs, into the steamy pit of her cunt mouth.

"Yesss," she gasped, "oh, yes, put it up my cunt… Lick me there…"

She hated herself for that, but she couldn't control anything any more, not her movements or her cries or the heavy creaming of her aroused twat. She felt Denton thrusting his thick wet tongue up her nipping horny box, thrusting all the way to the root. The fat wriggling tongue filled her, probing deliciously.

"Oooooo," Brenda wailed, "yes, yes… Lick my cunt…"

He began to tongue-fuck her, working his thick wet tongue swiftly in and out of her scalding cream-drenched box. Brenda went wild. Her lush body shook with pleasure, and she moaned steadily, hoarsely. She forgot everything, even Hal, as she rode with the delicious sensation of having her cunt probed and licked.

Just as she was on the verge of cumming, Denton withdrew his tongue and sat up, grinning wickedly. He wiped her cream from his face and seized his erect drooling dick.

"Now we're gonna ball," he said, "and you're gonna like it."

Brenda couldn't deny that. She was aching for his cock, dying to get laid. She'd worry about it later. She'd never see this man again anyhow. Hal would never know…

"Roll over," said Denton. "On your knees."

Brenda quickly obeyed. She didn't care how she got it, so long as she got it. She would have done it standing on her head. She got onto her hands and knees and raised her shapely little ass high for him.

She felt Denton's hot sweaty hands on her hips as he steadied himself. He was panting, hotly excited. He wedged the thick knobby head of his dick into the tight wet mouth of her twat. She felt his thick juices dribbling into her.

"Now tell me," he said, panting, "tell me you want it."

It figured. The creep couldn't just ball her. He had to make her beg for it first. Well, she wasn't going to be proud. She wanted it too much. That fat hard cock head was poised just at the mouth of her hungry cunt, driving her crazy. She had to have it deeper…

"I want it," she said huskily. "I want you to fuck me…"

"That's good," he said. "That's what I like to hear. You're learning, doll."

He slowly pushed his thick meat up her tight, juicy box, gradually filling her, stuffing her. Pleasure blasted through her body. She'd been needing this for hours. She only wished it was Hal, not Denton.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, "ohhh, God, yesss…"

Denton chuckled evilly. "Yeah, baby," he said, "I know it feels great. I know you dig a good stiff cock…"

His words shamed her, but she couldn't deny it. Without sex, she went crazy. She had to have it, even from him, even from a man she despised.

"Fuck meee," she whined, "Do it to me…"

He laughed again. Of course he was enjoying her shameful surrender, the creep. He got off on humiliating her. Brenda no longer cared. Let him get his jollies from her torment, just as long as he fucked her and ended that terrible nagging need in her cunt.

At last he moved, slamming his thick hard dick swiftly in and out of her hot gushing cunt. Brenda wailed her delight. This was what she wanted and needed, a brutal hard fucking, a near-rape.

"Yes, yes," she cried, "slam it to me… Fuck me hard!"

"You bet I will, doll," Denton laughed. "After this, you're gonna be walking funny. Hope your husband don't notice…"

Even the mention of Hal wasn't enough to turn her off, not now. She rode Denton's thick jerking cock, wailing her pleasure, lost to everything else…

Brenda felt Denton's thick steamy cum squirting into her cunt. She shivered as she took it. She'd cum several times, losing count. Her crazy need was satisfied, and she was coming down fast, shame and guilt washing over her.

My God, what was the matter with her? Why couldn't she be faithful to her wonderful new husband? She swore she'd never cheat on Hal again. She'd go home now, and she wouldn't leave.

Denton stood up and pulled up his pants. He was leering at her. "That was a real good fuck, baby," he said. "You're a damned fine lay. You shouldn't waste talent like that. Think again about my offer. You just do a little dancing, then fuck my best customers. It's easy, and you'd get good money."

Brenda got quickly off the couch and put on her clothes. Her face was cold. "I'm sorry," she said, "but I won't be coming back to the club. You can keep that paycheck. This is my last night."

Denton shook his head. "Baby, you are crazy. You're passing up a great chance. Besides, face it – you can't get along with just one man. If you try the housewife route, you'll be climbing the walls in a week. It just ain't gonna work, doll."

Brenda ignored him, hurrying out of the office. She didn't want to hear that kind of talk, because she was terribly afraid it might be true. Maybe she was some kind of nymphomaniac. If she was, though, she'd fight it. She loved Hal, and she would work to be faithful to him. All she wanted was to be a good wife.

She left the skimpy red costume in the dressing room and put on some jeans and a shirt she'd kept there. She'd never need that costume again. As she left the club, Denton was lounging in the doorway of his office. He grinned knowingly at her.

"You'll be back," he said. "You won't be able to stay away."

"Go fuck yourself, you creep," said Brenda.

She stormed out the door and got into her battered old VW Bug. She didn't look back at the gaudy blinking lights of the Red Dragon. She was going home for good, to a new life. Thank God she had a good man to go home to. Sure, she might miss balling other men, but not that much. Hal was worth every sacrifice.

As she drove up to the house, Brenda saw that a light was on in the master bedroom. She grinned. He'd waited up for her, and she was going to give him the fuck of his life as a reward. She felt so guilty about Denton, but that guilt would fuel her love-making with Hal.

As she came in the front door, she heard strange noises. They seemed to be coming from the bedroom – deep masculine moans, and a higher voice, squealing, shrieking. Brenda felt alarmed. What was going on?