John Friday: The wife_s hot whipping

"Eat it!" she begged with a babble of grunting animal sounds. "Oh, it's been sooo long!"

He had only a moment to think how different the two women he knew best were. Honey solved her most compelling need by throwing herself open to the world. Dolores had attempted to solve hers by shutting herself off, even denying that the need existed.

Hal bent down between the towering copperhead's knees and dragged his lips up the creamy inner surface of her thigh.

"Aaaahhhh," she moaned. "Ooh, that makes my pussy hot and wet and so eager to be eaten!"

Then he thought with a shiver how he'd almost allowed himself to become a bitter, empty shell. The strains and tensions of his job had worn him down and made it all but impossible for him to satisfy Honey's demanding lust. Never again!

He burrowed into the dark, auburn-fringed cunt that Dolores held open for him with trembling fingers. "Huuuuunnngh!" she said with a savage grunt of joy. "Crrrraaaahhhh! You're making my clit burn! Oooooh, my pussy is getting so hot for your big cock! Hhhhmmmm! I want to fuck it all day!"

"And when I've fucked your sultry cunt dry, then I'm going to fuck a foot of hot cock up your pretty little ass!" He hooked his arms beneath her knees and hoisted her legs up over his shoulders, bending her sharply as he pushed her back across the top of his desk.

"Uuuuungh!" she howled in a tense voice.

Dolores could feel his wet tongue pushing and flailing the puckered lips of her ass, kissing and sucking shit hole cringed with a mixture of fear and burning delight.

"I've never done that before," she moaned. "I've never let anyone fuck my ass!"

"You're going to have trouble stopping me."

"I don't want to! Oh, Hal, I'm so hot for your cock now, I don't care where you put it! Fuck me! Fuck me good! Make me forget what a stupid, frigid bitch I used to be!"

"My pleasure, baby!" He climbed upon the top of his desk and roared, "This is the best fucking day I've had in this office!"

"Ooooh, mine too!" Dolores moaned and pitched wildly as he worked the head of his cock around in the tight wet slit of her cunt. She gave a shrill cry each time the heated tip grated on her rigid clit.

"Somebody's going to hear you if you keep screaming like that," Hal warned.

"I don't give a shit! Do you hear me world? I don't give a shit! I love to fuck! And I like it best right here in the office, on top of the desk I wanted to have!"

"Every time you ran to the boss with some stupid little error you found, I dreamed about shoving my cock up your ass!"

"I don't blame you!" Then she giggled nervously. "And every time I did it, I thought I'm fucking that poor bastard in a way he can't even feel!"

"Well, you're going to feel it now, Dolores! You're going to feel it three ways – hot, deep and often!"

"Yes, I'm ready! Do it to me! Drive it in."

Hal hesitated only an instant torn because he couldn't decide which hole he wanted to fuck first. It didn't really matter he knew he'd have both before he let his tawny bitch assistant up off his desk.

It was the heavy, damp scent of musk rising from her cunt that drew him most strongly. Hal whipped the cushioned head of his prick around in the mouth of her cunt to stir the steaming broth. Then he leaned over and rammed his cock into her with one long, vicious thrust.

"Aaayyyyaaatjhh!" she cried.

Outside Hal's cubicle the monotonous purr of calculators and the hiss of shuffling papers came to a sudden stop. The eyes of two dozen employees focused on the shadowed forms they could only see vaguely through the wall of frosted glass.

It added to Hal's excitement, knowing everyone out there was watching him fuck in and out of Dolores, bringing more shrill cries with each deep, twisting stab of his cock.

"Fuck me!" she cried in abandoned delight. "Oooh, fuck me so hard that it hurts!"

Hal's taut, hairy loins slapped on the sleek dome shielding her foxy little cunt. The loud, fleshy ring had a sound like clapping hands. It was the sound of clapping hands! Someone outside the office was cheering them on!

"Yeah, fuck her! Come on, Hal. Screw her like she screwed us!" They both recognized the voice of a man Dolores beat out for the promotion to assistant.

"There's going to be hell to pay when word of this gets to the boss," Hal said, laughing like he couldn't have cared less.

"Fuck the boss. Fuck this whole place! Make me cum Hal – I'm getting close. I can feel my pussy start to squeeze and thrash!"

Hal blanked everything outside the walls from his mind. He drilled into her, slapping and grinding on her cunt mound, grunting deep sounds of lusty delight each time his hard body collided with the softer one beneath.

"Yes, yyyyeeeesssss!" she moaned. "I'm cuuummmmmmmmming! Oh, my pussy feels like a furnace!"

"More like a volcano to me!" Hal gave one last, deep grunt and screwed his hips while his cock began to spurt gushing waves of satisfaction.

"Eeeeeeyyyceeaaaahhhh! This it! Oh, it's the best climax I ever had!" Dolores cried.

"Grungh! It was good for me too. Great, in fact!"

The intense heat of freshly awakened desire flushed all thought of his cheating wife from Hal's mind.

Honey awoke feeling strangely warm. When she stretched and curled her arms to rub sandy traces of sleep from her misty blue eyes, she suddenly felt pain from welts that still gleamed bright and hot on her tender flesh.

"That sonuvabitch!" she growled, pressing herself back on the sleek satin sheet.

Then she chuckled wickedly; being whipped the night before had more thrilled than punished her. Honey still felt tingling echoes of her excitement, and she felt it most along welts criss-crossing her lush, young body.

She'd begun to think that Hal was losing interest in her, that he was too wrapped up in that stupid job of his to care what she did. Last night proved differently. But she knew Hal left for work that morning at his usual time. His getting up and getting dressed had disturbed a deliciously sexy dream she was having.

Grinning slyly, she crawled out of bed and slipped on a filmy robe with a soft, feathery trim around the neck and down the open front. It was time to start making her dreams come true! She had to find some way to put the refrigerator out of order again so she could call that repairman whose biggest and best tool was a fantastic cock.

She studied it intently, purring smoothly in the corner of the kitchen. All the working parts were in the back, and Honey knew she wasn't strong enough to drag it out from the wall as the handsome, well-hung repairman had done. She'd have to think of something else – use her brains instead of brawn.

She opened the freezer section at the top and felt a chilling invisible cloud tumble out. More shivers of excitement coursed through her veins. There had to be something she could do.

Just then the automatic ice maker completed its cycle and a slotted metal claw began to whirl and turn, dumping newly frozen cubes into the tray waiting below. An idea flashed in her mind, and she nudged a loaf of frozen bread closer to the revolving claw.

It caught in the plastic wrapping and dragged the brick-like loaf along as the mechanism clicked back to begin another cycle. Grinning like a cat, Honey closed the freezer door and went to the phone.

"This is Mrs. Graham," she said when the repair service secretary answered the third ring. "Could I speak to Frank, please?" It was hard for her to restrain the excitement in her voice. "He made a service call here yesterday, but something new has gone wrong."

"Frank won't be in for another ten minutes or so. If you can tell me the nature of your problem, I'll have him call you."

"My freezer is eating a loaf of bread," Honey said. A roar of laughter almost burst from her lips.