Jason Cannon: Stripper wife

God, he thought, she was really one hot one, but who was he to question why. He pulled his cock free of her cunt and rose to his toes and hands so his prick was dangling above her beautiful face.

The quivering head of his prick glistened wetly from the juice of her cunt and the remains of cum that still seeped in tiny droplets from the slit. She moved her head up. Higher, higher it went, until her face was only an inch below the jutting head of his prick. She opened her mouth and licked her lips, allowing the tip of her tongue to almost touch the oozing head.

"Now… now fuck my face with it!" she said.

He lowered his thighs and shoved his cock into her head.

"Yes," she mumbled around the head of his cock. "Your cock tastes good… mmmmm so fucking good!"

With a long, piercing wail she opened her mouth wide and took the head of his cock deeply into it. She moved her tongue in faster and faster strokes around the ridge of his meat as he started to fuck.

"Oh yeah, yeah," he groaned. "Suck my cock… eat it… eat my meat!"

Her tongue worked on the head and the shaft each time his hips dipped it further into her mouth. With the darting tip of her tongue she parted the tip of his fiery prick, widening it so that more juice from his balls could flow out into her mouth.

This newfound sensation made Barry jerk his hips harder and drive his prick deeper and harder against the roof of her sucking mouth. He was nearly screaming in sweet bliss now as his balls again ached with the need for release.

The girl was using her lovely face to suck with all, the power in her cheeks now. She rubbed her enormous tits against his thighs, adding to the pleasure already being caused by her hollowed cheeks and insistently lapping tongue.

He knew that he would soon come again. He could feel that slight, throbbing tension on the underside of his cock as it lathered back and forth across her tongue to send the head crashing into the very depths of her lovely throat.

Her lips and her nose were pressed against the wiry ends of his pubic, hair on each down stroke of his hips. "I've got to come again… I can't hold it back, it's already started," he gurgled.

And then, without any further warning, he was thrashing out his come.

He jammed his hips down, burying his prick deep in her1clasping throat. She moaned with wild bliss as the first hot spurts of cum juice shot from the pulsing hole in his hotly spurting cockhead. His sperm flooded her throat and her sucking mouth. It gushed in great globs that she was barely able to swallow fast enough to catch her breath.

Her throat bobbed and torrent after torrent of hot cream juiced her throat and slid, like a wet oyster, down into her belly.

Finally, spent, he pulled his cock from her mouth. The head left a thin, silvery trail of semen as he drew it slowly across her cheek. Tiny flecks of his cum were left on her lips.

He leaned over and kissed the cum from her lips.

"Now," he said, "would, you mind telling me your name?"

"You'll never believe it," she said, "even if I tell you." She licked the remaining drops of cum from her lips and smiled coyly at him.

"Try me," Barry said. "I always make it a point to know who I fuck, and when they're as good as you, I usually want a return engagement."

"Okay," she said. "In that case… it's Chile Day."

"I didn't ask what the weather was… I asked what your name is."

"That's it, lover," she said. "Chile… like the country, and Day"

"You're in show business?"

"Well, yeah, kind of… but I'll tell you about that some other time. Now you want to know how and where we met?"

"Yeah," Barry said, lighting a cigarette. "Unconfuse me."

"We met at a party on the Near North side."

"Whose party was it? How did I get there?"

"One question at a time," she told him. "I don't know who gave the party. I went with a fellow I met in a bar. And you were already there when I arrived.

You were sitting in. a corner with a bottle of whiskey between your legs and you were glaring at everybody. Everybody else was having so much fun and there you were, glaring. So I sat down next to you, and we started talking, and here we are."

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where are we? What part of town?"

"Somewhere on Madison… in a very tacky part of town… I think."

"You think? Don't you live here?"

"No. Of course not. This place belongs to someone who went home with a girl I know. We borrowed the place from them just before they left. You really don't remember, do you?"

"Nope."

"Do you remember the job I offered you?"

This woke him up with a start. He needed a job bad. He'd been boozing since his wife had left him the previous year, and it had gotten so bad that he had lost his carrier job, and two subsequent ones.

"No," Barry said. "Was it a good job?"

"I think so," she replied.

"Well… damnit, tell me!"

"No," she said, amused. "I think I'll let you stew until tonight. In the meantime… "

She wrapped her hand around his cock again. It started to swell but it didn't get completely hard. "You ask a lot of your men, don't you?" he said.

"Only after I find out they can handle it," she replied "C'mon, lover just one more little quickie before we both have to split out of here."

He got on top of her and she hurriedly spread her soft, luscious thighs for him. This girl knew what she wanted, all right. She took hold of his fat prick and inserted the knob into her wet cunt.

"A morning fuck gets me goin' right," she said with a wicked smile.

He pushed in. It was delicious. Nothing like getting into a chick in the early hours of the morning, twice. It felt like his dick was hitting some muscle under her belly and there was a tickling sensation that made her mad with sensuality.

"Yes, oh yes, more!" she whimpered hotly.

He pounded her pussy harshly, but she seemed to enjoy it all the more. Barry felt insane with pleasure. His brain was on fire.

"I'll give it to you, don't worry," he said, as if continuing some dialogue with himself. "I'll fuck you like you've never had it!"

Her own body pressed backward. He, grabbed her head, pulling her back by the hair, and with the other hand, violently shoved his index finger into her asshole.

"Oh…"

"Like?"

"Mmmmmm… "

The sharp pain of his thrust soon melted and she began to feel a wave of sexuality in her anus. She hunched over his cock and his fingers with her two lower holes.

"More… more, lover… fuck it into me!"

She repeated the in-and-out action again and again, growling and voicing curses of love. Her body became a juggernaut of frenzied activity as she writhed on his mammoth organ, caressing and battering it against the far, inside wall of her cunt.

"Let me on top," she hissed. "I want to grind my cunt down on it."

They shifted positions. She placed the dripping head of his cock against her hole and let her weight settle the male meat inside her. Down, down she went until she felt the sac of his nuts press into the spread crevice between the cheeks of her ass.

"I thought this was going to be a quickie," he said, smiling up at her.

"Hang on, lover."

She began fucking him, rocking her spectacular body back and forth over his prick. Her huge breasts bounced and swayed, beautifully across her chest as she moved.

Seeing her beautiful, full, firm breasts above him like that, and the way she worked his cock, and the way her full hips and thighs splayed out across his brought back the memories of the beautiful women he had known and loved.

This, he thought to himself, is what I really want. He came alive, startling her with sudden ferocity.

In one smooth motion he flipped her beneath him again. Grasping her by the ankles, he lifted her buttocks high off the bed until he could kiss her cunt by barely bending his head.