John Friday - The wife_s hot whipping

"Hhhmmm-mmmm!"

Frank smiled down on her bobbing head, eyes entranced by the rhythmic swaying of her long, silky hair. "If you're frigid, I'm in the wrong business. Your mouth feels mighty hot to me!"

Dolores felt the increasing heat. It sank from the back of her mouth where his cock head thumped gently on a padded wall of soft flesh. It spread from her sharply curved tits. Frank was twirling her nipples now, burning them with the dry friction of his spinning thumbs. And it all settled in the musky, red-furred hollow between her legs.

She'd thought the first time with Hal might have been a fluke, a rare burst of wild passion triggered by him seeing through the frigid mask she wore, and by the obscene thrill of venting her desire in a forbidden place.

But nothing here was forbidden, and her mask of cold uncaring had been discarded along with that ugly tweed suit. And Dolores felt more excited now than before. She swelled her tits with a joyous sigh and rocked her shoulders to press them harder into Frank's strong hands. She moaned and gurgled and basked in the warmth of increasing desire. Then she lunged and attacked his cock with all the vigor and snarling frenzy of a wolf pack.

"Hhhooo-leeeey shit!" Frank staggered back half a step, surprised and pleased by the fury of her lust. Then he braced and pumped his hips at her gulping lips. "Go to it, doll! Christ, it's like you were born to suck cock!"

Whatever doubts may have lingered in her conscious mind became lost when her savage, long suppressed natural instincts took command.

Frank recognized all the signs. He'd enjoyed awakening hidden desire in women before, but never one whose slumbering passions blazed as suddenly or strongly as those once thought lost by this tawny bitch.

His cautious self-control melted in the searing heat. Frank grunted deep in his barrel-like chest and curled his hands in the silky hair behind her ears. "Now I'm really going to fuck that hungry mouth of yours," he warned.

Dolores felt a chill of fear when she felt the tension of his grip. Locked between his powerful hands, bound tightly by the tangle of her own hair, she could hardly move her head.

His hips pushed forward and forced his cock into the tight dark tunnel of her throat, drawing her toward him at the same time. "Munngh," she groaned, cringing as the long cock swelled her throat and his coarse mat, of hair pressed against her lips.

He jerked her back, dragging out his thick cock, grinning as the wet friction made it throb. Dolores tensed her long, sinewy muscles, resisting the only way she could. Frank gave an amused grunt and whipped her head forward again.

"Aaaahhh!"

"Relax," he said, "Go with it. Let that beautiful body sway like a palm tree in a high wind."

Dolores felt more like a slender reed in a howling gale. Frank jerked her head back and forth while he pulled and rammed with his cock, excitedly fucking her gasping mouth and forcing, her to respond.

"Muuummmgh!" she growled. Her senses blurred from the speed and force of his demanding thrusts. She felt pain and shivering fear each time his huge cock rammed in, then a warm swelling of relief when he drew it out. But the piston strokes came so fast and hard that Dolores could not keep her feelings in time with them.

She began to feel the warm, swelling waves of relief when he jammed his cock forward and pulled on her hair. Then anguished moans came as he drew back.

"Now you're getting it!" he said with a pant. "And you love it, don't you bitch?"

Dolores wasn't sure, but she let her lithe body sway. Her spirits soared and she began to lose all sense of pain. The warm pulses of desire erupted so frequently in her throat that she could think of nothing else.

"Show me how much you like it! Work that cock sucking mouth of yours. Eat my prick! Lash it with your tongue on the way out. Make that big fucker pump jism down your long throat!"

She found herself responding to his desires, eager in her own mind, if only to end his furious cock flogging.

"Good! Aggghhht. You've almost got it! Work those hands of yours on my nuts. Stir up my creamy flow. Make it hot, you bitch! Make it boil and steam when it hits your throat!"

Dolores moved her hands and curled her fingers softly around his swollen nuts. She could feel an urgent throbbing in each one, and the thought of the giant load they had ready for her made her cringe.

That last nervous shiver ran the length of her clinging throat and ended when her trembling lips mashed into his pad of cock hair. "Yyuuungh!" she groaned, gripping tightly and gurgling from the stinging force of gushing cum.

"Drink it, cunt face. Gulp it down!"

Her throat flew into spasms of motion in a frenzied effort to swallow it all. But she lost hope of keeping up. She could feel the thick cream rising in her throat, swirling around his plunging cock. It splashed through one heated mass and fired another before she could swallow even half of it.

It boiled up and touched the back of her long tongue. Then she could taste it, thick and salty sweet. Wet gurgles of astonished joy bubbled with the heated flow. She loved the taste of the clinging mass, even when it filled her mouth and dribbled from her lips.

"Aaaahhhh," Frank said with a long sigh. He'd fired his last bolt of searing liquid fire and breathed in deep gasping sounds of relief.

It took Dolores a moment to realize she'd sucked him dry. His cock still twitched in the slithering tube of her throat. There was still so much sloshing cum inside her mouth, she didn't sense, at first, that no more was gushing out.

"Hhhhooo?" she mowed.

He pulled her head back, drawing out his long, wet cock. It sprang from her clinging lips and shook off one last silvery drop.

"Don't sound so sad. It's not over. No way! I'm going to fuck that pretty ass of yours while my big cock is still hot and greasy smooth."

Hal talked about doing that, but they never got around to it. Her loud wails of joy in the office crated such a stir, the boss was soon beating his fist on the glass panel of the locked door, threatening to break it down unless they stopped.

"I've never done that," she cried in a pleading voice. "Never, never, never!"

"NO better time to learn! Sucking a man's cock starts the juice flowing in your cunt. Getting your ass fucked will make than boil. It grinds your clit around and thumps your little fuck tunnel from the rear!"

"No damn it! Oooooh, no! I don't want that!" she screamed, but Frank already had his hands beneath her arms and he was lifting her, dragging her to lip feet.

"I want it!" Honey cried. She had been standing outside the door, stroking and wrenching her tit around with one hand while listening to the sounds of anguish and wild delight.

Honey burst into the room naked with gleaming fuck-juice dripping down both legs. "I want your cock! Uggh! You can lick my ass any time you want!"

Frank was tempted. He knew how hot that little bitch could be, how slit could wring a man's cock and bounce right back begging for more. But he said, "Later, Honey."

The thrill of overcoming the resistance of that tall, tawny bitch would be wilder than anything a too-willing ass or cunt could provide.

"I've got to show Dolores how good it feels to have a big, hairy cock stuck deep in her ass."

"Aaaggghhh!" Dolores shivered and tried to break free from his grasp. "No, please, fuck Honey's ass. She wants it!"

"I know, but I want your ass because you don't. Your little asshole will writhe and twist in ways that hers forgot a long time ago."

"You bastard," Honey snarled. "There isn't anything I ever forgot about fucking. If you give me that big jism-slick cock of yours, I'll twist it right off at the root."

Frank pushed Dolores forward and sent her sprawling face down across the bed, then he whirled and took Honey by the arm. "Let's, see," he hissed. "Your ass might be better after all."