Jason Cannon - Stripper wife

He concentrated his gaze at the building across the way. His eyes traveled over the facade of the building and he gasped when he came to a lighted bedroom window. A woman was standing beside the bed, and he caught her in the act of removing her bathrobe. She was completely naked under the robe, and the sight seemed to zoom close to his eye. It was almost as though he were looking through a pair of binoculars which shut out all the other sights. His eyes saw only the naked woman as she draped her robe across the foot of her bed and stretched out on top of the blankets.

The Woman's body was pink, with a slash of darkness at the juncture of her thighs and the top of her head. She arranged herself carefully, spread-eagling her legs, then began to, caress her cunt with her hands.

Barry leaned on the railing, and felt Chile's shoulder against his as she moved beside him. "See anything interesting?" she asked, her voice soft in the night.

"Look," he said, "over there. Third line of windows from the corner of the building, about halfway up from the street."

"What is it?"

"A woman lying on a bed."

"Oh, yes. I see it now."

"Look what she's doing with her hands."

"I can think of better ways," Chile said, running her hand up his trousered thigh until she found his cock.

"You could have mentioned this whole thing to me first… this afternoon,"

Barry said, willing his cock not to get hard from her touch.

Chile stepped dose to him, and the heady smell of her perfume enveloped his senses. The tips of her covered breasts were tantalizing inches from his chest; he could almost feel the warmth of her body.

"That's not the way I do things, lover," she said.

She took another step forward, and there was no space between them. Barry knew then that she was naked under that satin gown, and the material whispered over her flesh as she rubbed herself against him. He felt only a weak stir if passion. Chile took his hands and placed them on the hot full curves of her ass. Barry responded automatically. He pulled her tighter against him, and his lips found hers in the semi-darkness. A small moan came deep in her throat. Her fingers closed over his ears to mash his mouth against her own.

When they broke the kiss her lips moved to his ear and she panted for breath.

"Oh, lover," she breathed. "I need you. You'd be crazy to turn this down… good money, good job, easy life… and all this good pussy."

Drawing him over to the chaise, she lay down and pulled him down beside her.

Her lips found his again. Her tongue drove, into his mouth, and her hands moved to the fastenings of his trousers.

"No!" he said, pulling her hands away from his fly. "Don't do anything. Let me do everything."

She lay back with a sigh, and he opened the belt of her gown. The red satin parted to revel her soft pink body, and his lips moved to the swelling brown tips of her breasts. Her nipple thrust into his mouth, and he caressed the tip with his tongue while her shoulders writhed beneath him.

"Oh God, I love that," she breathed. "Harder. Bite me a little!"

While his lips played over her tits, his hand touched her leg just above her knee and moved slowly upward between her thighs until he found the pulpy mound of her cunt.

"Yessss… there, too," she hissed when his probing fingers parted the lips of her juicy pussy.

He could feel the taut muscles of her thighs twitching as he probed and caressed. He let her hands push his head down along her body, his tongue leaving a trail of fire wherever it touched. She began to gasp and tremble.

"There… yes, there… oh!"

His lips found those of her yielding cunt. Her voice was croaking with passion as she muttered words of encouragement. "Eat it… suck my fuck hole… my clit… do it to me… do everything to me!"

Her thighs blocked out all sound; he knew only the rising tide of her passion.

Her body went rigid, her hips arching up off the lounge. Her hands yanked at his hair as her flesh shuddered and convulsed beneath his lips.

"Get naked," she said, writhing away from him and tearing at his clothes. "I want to see your cock."

She shivered her gown from her shoulders as he ripped his clothes from his body. His cock was hard and ready when she melted into his arms.

Chile was her usual self as she ground her naked body against his. Their mouths met, tongues sucking, dueling, searching as their hands flew from one erotic place to another on their bodies.

Her skin was smooth and warm and he felt her pussy hairs against his body. His cock sprang to life as he rubbed her ass, leaning over slightly because she was a good head shorter than he was.

Her breasts felt soft and warm against his chest as she twisted her mouth around his. Then she broke away and looked at his cock. Her hands went to it, tugging at it and rubbing his balls. Then she felt his muscles, thrilling at the hard, unyielding flesh.

"Talk dirty to me, it excites me," she said, eyes flaring. Her teeth were perfect, the kind you see in toothpaste commercials on television. Little shark's teeth, thought Barry. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said simply. "I'm going to take my cock and shove it up into every hole you've got and when you tell me to stop I'll fuck you even harder."

"Yes, yes," Chile said, visibly excited.

"I'm going to throw more prick at you than you've ever had in your life. You're gonna beg me to start and beg me to stop. I'll use tricks on you that you never even knew existed."

"Like what?"

"Like sit up and suck my cock until I come. Suck it till I squirt down your throat."

Chile sat up and immediately licked the head of his prick until it glistened and shone from her saliva. Then she opened her mouth wide and took his prick into her dark, warm cavern, not stopping until she took every inch he had.

She held it there, her hands on his balls, pleasing and teasing them. Then she started to move her head backward and forward, lips squeezing the thickness of his prick, teeth applying just the right amount of pressure, tongue moving around, covering as much of his prick as it could, her jaw muscles straining, nostrils flaring as excitement made her whole body tingle.

She was almost methodical and definitely professional. Her rhythm was constant, her hands traveling up and down the front of his thighs, then the back, and finally teasing his stomach.

She was a powerhouse, a woman determined to scale the loftiest heights of sexual pleasure and gratification. Her hands continued to scour his body, producing pleasure wherever they touched him. He began a gentle in-and-out motion. Chile held her head steady, memories of past mouth fucking's bubbling to the surface.

Then she started to rub her pussy, sticking her middle finger up into her slit and finding her clit. She moaned loudly as she felt it erect, pulsating with pleasure. Barry picked up his pace, holding her head steady, becoming excited by the sounds she was making. She twisted her head around on his cock and he decided to give her what she wanted.

His balls stirred and then he shot a stream of cum into her mouth. Chile whimpered as hot cum poured into her. She savored the taste, keeping it in her mouth for as long as she could before she swallowed it. His balls let loose once more and then they were empty, hanging loose in their sac.

Chile sucked his cock hard, drawing out any cum that might have remained there.

She licked her lips and smiled as she took his cock out of her mouth, knowing that the best was yet to come.

"Now eat me," she said, rolling to her back and pushing his head between her thighs.

He separated the spongy lips of her pussy with his fingers. She lifted her ass up and held it there with her hands to make it easier for him to eat her. Juice oozed in streams from her pussy into his mouth. As he swallowed greedily, his mind floated to the job offer.