Jason Cannon - Nooner wife

Then he realized that she was massaging his cock with her cunt! Each time she tightened and rippled her cunt muscles, she could hear him moan with delight and she knew she was giving him the fuck of his life. There was an added bonus for her, too, for each time she did it, she massaged her own clit so that she came again and again herself.

Robert was almost screaming now. It filled Patty with an exhilarating sense of power. Men were always so cocksure with women; while the women screamed, and whimpered, the men were always so quiet. Now she had reduced this super-stud to a quivering, moaning hunk of flesh. And she liked it.

Before her husband had quit satisfying her, Patty was always able to work his cum from his cock in this fashion.

She squeezed again. She felt his cum work its way up the shaft of his massive prick until the head seemed to bulge near the bursting point. Then she tightened one last time at the base of his cock and moved quickly up until the gates finally opened and he flooded her with a stream of hot cum, just as she came, too, in a flurry of gasps and moans.

When the last of his steaming jism was finally spent, they lay there on the bed, too exhausted to move. The sweat dripped from their bodies and their breathing was loud and seemed almost painful. Patty could hardly see, much less get up. There were red, hazy spots before her eyes and her head pounded from the excess blood. She tried to raise herself up on her arms but she wasn't sure if they were going to support her. She was in a daze, having completely forgotten, for the moment, who she was or where she was.

And it was then, at last sexually satisfied for the first time in a long time, that she drifted into a deep sleep.

Once, during the middle of the night, she felt him cuddle up to her ass and slip his cock into her, pussy from behind. She didn't even fully wake up, but managed to come twice herself before he poured yet another load into her pussy.

Then, leaving his cock inside her, they both went back to sleep.

It was seven in the morning when she woke, stretched, and noticed that he was gone. She climbed out of bed and then, on her way to the bathroom, spotted the envelope on the dresser.

Inside was a note:

Good morning, beautiful. You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you. The bill is all taken care of downstairs, and you can sleep as late as you want to. It's a discreet hotel-that's why I always stay here. How about we do this every couple of weeks when I'm, in town? Same time, same place. What's in the envelope is yours.

Robert Patty sat the note on the dresser and retrieved the envelope. Inside she found five crisp twenty-dollar bills.

"Why, that son-of-a-bitch," she said.

The Zephir was less than half full when Patty arrived. She had called Joe from Robert's hotel room, hoping that he hadn't tried to reach her at the house that morning. She need not have worried. He wasn't even in the office yet. She left a message with his secretary that she was having lunch with Marcia in town, and she would call him later.

"Hi. Sorry I'm late," Patty said, at last finding Marcia's table.

"That's okay. I just got here myself. I'm having a martini. Want one?"

"I don't think so," Patty said, and then laughed. "They make me horny if I have one in the middle of the day."

"What's wrong with that?" Marcia said, and signaled the waiter. "I'll have another one of these, and one for my friend."

"Boy," Patty said, "are you all dolled up."

"Got a little datey-poo this afternoon."

Then the drinks came and they ordered. When the waiter had left, Marcia leaned across the table, until her face was very close to Patty's. She spoke in a low whisper.

"Aren't you going to ask me who I'm going to fuck this afternoon?"

"Me, I hope" Patty said, using the same low tone.

"No such luck… this is business."

"Business?"

"Yeah," Marcia said, and then frowned.

"Shouldn't have said that. I'll tell you about it sometime." Then she changed the subject. "You didn't come home last night, did you?"

"How do you know that?" Patty replied.

"Your cat was at the station when I came in this morning. And I took the early train."

Patty pursed her lips. She desperately wanted to confide in her friend. She wanted to tell her about the wonderful, crazy evening she had experienced, and its ending that morning.

Marcia could sense it. "Want to tell me about it, honey?"

So Patty told her and ended the story by handing her friend the note. Marcia read it and looked up.

"How much was in the envelope?"

"How did you know-?"

"How much?"

"One hundred dollars," Patty said.

"Did you give him a good fuck?"

Patty giggled. "I sure did. I think I almost fucked his balls off!"

"Then he underpaid you."

"But I didn't fuck him for the money," Patty said. "I really wanted to get laid!"

"You going to give the money back, then?"

Patty thought for a moment, then made up her mind. "Hell, no I'm not. We can use it; Joe and I are so far in debt, I don't know how we'll ever get out."

"You know something, Patty, I think you're just like I am."

"How's that?"

"I think you need money… and you love to fuck."

"Well… bluntly speaking, I guess you're right."

"Then Madame Noon is your answer."

"Who the devil is Madame Noon?" Patty frowned.

"Later… I'll tell you later. Right now we're going to see a very important gentleman."

"Who?"

"Ever heard of Judge Wilpin?"

"Sure," Patty replied. "Everybody has. He's the judge who's dedicated to stamping out pornography."

"That's him," Marcia nodded, rising from the table and gathering her gloves and handbag. "C'mon… let's go!"

"What are we going to see him for?"

"To fuck him, of course."

"HI, Judge," Marcia said, preceeding Patty into the lavish apartment. "Meet Patty."

"Hello there," the judge replied, letting his eyes roam up and down Patty's luscious body in the form-fitting dress. "What's the occasion?"

"Special today," Marcia replied, removing her light wrap and gloves. "Two for the price of one!"

"Well, well," the judge said, rubbing his hands together with glee.

The judge was a tall, ruggedly built maim his early fifties, who looked ten years younger.

"Sit down, honey," Marcia said, "while the judge and I do a little business."

Patty quickly sat down in a large, comfortable sofa as Marcia and the judge moved across the room to a littered desk. She looked long and hard at the judge. She had often seen him on television, but now, in the flesh, she found that she was very attracted to his animal good looks and big rugged body.

Then they were walking back toward her.

"Good… good," the judge said, his eyes full of lust as he took in Patty's full tits in the skin-tight dress. "This is going to be one hell of an afternoon!"

"You two go ahead," Marcia said. "I'll watch, and then join in."

"But… what do you want me to do?" Patty said, still not getting the full drift of the situation.

"First of all, let's take off all of these fucking clothes," the judge said, and pulled down his fly.

"Just do as he says, Patty honey," Marcia said, sliding onto a stool at the bar and pouring herself a drink. "Take your clothes off and stand still. Maybe close your eyes. The judge will turn you on, honey. He's a genius at it."

"She's right, dear," the judge said. "Now let me help you with your clothes."

In a moment Patty was naked. Then the judge undressed himself carefully and when he, too, was completely nude she noted that he had a fine, youthful physique, tan, with well-developed muscles. He walked around the room, closing drapes, but all the time he had a magnificent hard-on.