John Friday: The wife_s hot whipping

"What?"

"It's not as crazy as it sounds. A loaf of bread somehow got caught in that claw thing that makes ice. It's crunching and grinding and chewing up a whole loaf of bread."

"I'll have Frank call you the minute he comes in," the secretary said with a long sigh. She knew a lot of women made up excuses to get Frank back for another "service" call, but usually they just pulled the plug and said the whole thing quit working. But a freezer eating a load of bread – that topped them all!

Frank Toliver was still smiling about it when he rang the bell at Honey's house. He smiled even more as he remembered the clinging, pulsing heat of the little blonde's cunt. He met more than his share of bored suburban housewives in his line of work – one of the main reasons he liked the job so much – but Honey was the best one yet.

"It would have been a lot simpler if you'd just pulled the plug," he said when she answered the door. The filmy robe she had on caught his interest right away.

"I know, but my husband would never buy a stupid story like that." She ushered Frank into the living room, closed the door and locked it behind him, then let the front of her sheer robe sweep open. "He whipped me last night as it was."

"Ooooh, jeeezus! Hey, look I don't want to mess with a jealous husband. He might whip your ass, but he'd probably shoot mine!"

"No way! By the time we were through, he enjoyed the night as much as I enjoyed the afternoon."

Honey came forward and curled her arms around Frank's bull neck, pressing her warm body against his until she could feel the heat of his swelling cock.

"Don't get me too excited, Honey. It might take a couple of hours to get that freezer fixed."

"Let it eat the bread. It must be as hungry as I am!"

Honey swayed her hips and worked her blonde fringed curt mouth back and forth across the hardening rod of Frank's big cock.

He sighed hot breath and said, "You're the boss! After a round or two with that pussy of yours, I'll need to crawl in the freezer to cool off."

"Then I'll heat you up all over again. We've got all day. My husband is a real fiend for work."

Honey dipped to her knees with the fluid grace of a ballerina, pulling down the zipper of Frank's fly at the same time.

"Aaaahhhh," he moaned as her eager hands dug inside to free his aching cock. He winced as it sprang out and said with a sad moan, "I do have other calls I'm supposed to make…"

"But none as complicated as a freezer that devours a whole loaf of frozen bread."

Hot gushes of breath flowed over his cock head as she moved nearer with her lips, holding his long hard on in both hands.

"Er, nooooo, nothing quite like this has ever happened before."

"You might even get into the record book for refrigeration repair," she cooed, gently bowing her head to swirl her tongue around the huge balled head of Frank's cock.

"Huuuunnngh!" he gasped. "It's not a damn book I'm interested in getting into!"

"Me neither. Let's fuck. I just couldn't get enough of your beautiful cock yesterday!"

In the bedroom, it only took Honey an instant to shrug off her filmy robe. Frank took a little longer getting out of his coveralls. She waited, writhing anxiously on the shimmering satin sheet.

Frank saw the tangled pattern of welts front and back. "He really put the strap to you!"

"Yeah, and I'll probably get more tonight," she said in a breathy voice of unconcern.

"Sounds like you're almost looking forward to it."

"Oh, I am. I haven't seen my husband's cock get so big and hard in years!"

"I, I don't understand you at all," he said. "If I wanted understanding, I'd call a minister or a social worker. When my pussy starts to get cold, I just naturally think of a refrigerator repairman."

Frank grinned and stroked his cock, taking the bluish-red head in the tight grip of a hairy fist. "I've got just the tool to fix your little box," he said.

Honey arched her back with an excited moan of expectant pleasure. Her hands slid down her lithe body and burrowed in her blonde-furred crotch spreading the soft pink lips of her pussy.

"I'm not sure what the temperature is, but it feels like 69 to me."

"You mean, you want me to…" Frank had trouble getting words out. Excitement formed a tight, burning lump in his throat.

"I want you to eat my cunt while I'm sucking your cock! I want you to lash my clit with your tongue while I'm gulping down all your salty-sweet jism. I love to turn that way!"

"I guess that is about the only thing we didn't get around to yesterday."

"Well, then get around here now. Straddle my face and put your big prick in my mouth. You can fuck it just like a cunt only it has teeth!"

"As hard as my cock is now, I could fuck a meat grinder and never feel a thing."

"Ooooh, I want you to feel it. I want you to feel the burning pressure in your nuts, the tingle in your toes, and hot, wet lips climbing up and down your giant cunt splitter!"

"Huhrungh!" Frank said as he leaped up on the bed. Her rough, breathy voice and the lusty bluntness of her demands excited him wildly.

Honey had found that usually men who worked with their hands also worked the best with their cocks. Sitting behind a desk too long in a white shin and tie seemed to soften a man's body in more ways than one. Honey had thought that was the main trouble with her husband – at least until last night.

All Frank could think about was the juicy cunt slit bobbing upside down before his eyes. Each swaying motion of her hips brought a fresh surge of heated oil up from the inner depths.

He gulped in a long breath, swelling his lungs with the thick strong scent of musk. "That's the sexiest perfume a woman can wear."

"Don't I know it. It's the only one I use. But I use a lot of it!"

"Huuuuuummmmmph!" Frank dropped on her heaving cunt mound and wiggled his tongue in the slick flow.

"Aaahh!" Honey moaned, arching beneath his digging tongue. "Now give me cock! A hot sweaty cock tastes sweet as sugar to me!"

"Ungh, you got it." Frank eased the knob of his prick between her waiting lips and was greeted by tight, hot wet friction. She slashed her tongue up and down across the cum slit of his cock thrusting like she thought she might be able to stuff the whole thing into his narrow tube.

"AaacccK!" His startled cry was almost one of pain, then her tongue slinked back and teased the knob like a playful kitten with a ball of yarn. "Aaaahhhhh!" he gasped with relief.

Her sudden changes of rhythm and mood kept Frank in a state of constant anticipation. He never knew quite what to expect. One minute Honey felt soft and meek as a young lamb. The next instant she might snarl like a lioness in heat and demand the vicious pounding her animal instincts craved.

"Give me more cock!" the she-lion screamed. "Hhhhmmmmmm," the fleecy soft lamb purred in response. She attacked his sinking shaft with flailing lips and sucked in her checks with a breathy moan.

"Huuunnnhhh! You sure can suck cock!"

"I love it! Some bitch cunts want diamonds, furs, fancy cars. What I want is a cock, cock and more cock!" And then with a sigh of regret, she thought, if only Hal could understand that!

"I always try to give a lady what she wants," Frank said.

His lips curved in a hungry grin, and he licked sweet warm fuck honey from his gleaming lips before diving back for a fresh taste.

"Aaaahhhh, damn! Suck it, Frank. Grind my clit! Hhhhhmmmmmmmm, I'm about ready to cuuuuuuummmmmm!"

"Not yet, hot breath. I haven't fucked your pretty face anywhere near enough!"

"Then do it! Come on, stuff that big fucker in up to the root. I haven't tasted jism since last night and I want a big fucking load when my climax begins!"

Honey got her wish, as Frank sent her a searing jet of creamy liquid fire just as the trembling spasms began deep in her cunt tunnel.