Mark Carver - Hot pants librarian

The first session was usually free, but they always come back for more, and that's when they began charging whatever the traffic would bear. The minimum was usually a hundred a session. The actress paid four hundred for two sessions a month, just for the privilege of having Lisa furiously whip her hash ass before forcing her to lick every inch of her satiny, slender body and then devour Lisa's juicy cunt like a starved animal. Lisa had used the priming, urgent blowjob trick in the ladies' room of a Beverly Hills bar to pick up the actress. She got her so hot she was in tears when they left.

"Every time that bitch eats my cunt, I end up feeling like raw hamburger," Lisa would complain afterwards. "She just can't get enough of my cunt."

For a while they debated whether to film the actress going through her violent routine with Lisa through a one-way mirror, and then blackmailing her with the obscene pictures. But Carl rejected the idea. Once the word got around, and it wouldn't take long in Hollywood, they would lose their steady customers overnight. Lisa stood up now, her wild dark eyes burning with eagerness for the next step in the game. She began to strip her panties, nylons and boats. They would use the floor instead of the bed so they wouldn't have to change sheets for the broker's wife tonight.

The male customers Carl left strictly up to Lisa, who also had a sharp instinct for guilt.

Carl felt his cock rise again as he watched the voluptuous brunette, still twitching her pink ass and whimpering on the carpet. This one was solely for kicks, mainly for Lisa who loved big-breasted, ripe-used women in their prime. Especially with creamy smooth skin.

Stark naked now, his wife came over to him and jerked his long cock meat expertly in her fist, bringing it to its full engorged length in less than a minute.

"I'll start in on her," Lisa told him. "Fuck her straight, though, honey. Save her luscious asshole for me."

"Heaven help her," Carl murmured. His sex-crazed wife definitely had an anal fixation, which he'd also cultivated in her through careful training. You had to have an anal fixation in this business, where women were concerned. After all, you couldn't punish them properly unless you enjoyed your work, and Lisa loved her work, in spite of her bitching.

He watched Lisa lay back on the carpet above Gloria's head. She leaned on her elbows and inched forward so that her pink, dripping cunt was close to Gloria's face. The brunette was huddled with her head in her arms, still crying softly. Her knees were folded under her so that her luscious ass hovered out. Lisa drew up her knees, and whispered to Gloria in a sultry tone.

"Look up, honey," she urged.

Gloria raised her head, seeing the swinger's softly sucking pussylips only inches from her mouth. Her dark cunt hairs were moist with excitement. Lisa pound her eager cunt in slow, sinuous circles before the brunette's parted lips in a lewd, irresistibly tempting dance.

"Beautiful mouth," Lisa whispered, "lovely lips. Eat it slow and hot and dreamy, Gloria. Mmmmmmm, hot, juicy cunt for you, darling. A luscious feast just for you, baby. All that hot honey pouring in your mouth, slippery, delicious honey, kiss it, suck it, eat it, Gloria, you'll love it!"

Carl grinned as he watched. Lisa could light a fire in any woman and turn it into a roaring blaze in seconds, using her sensuous little pussy dance and her throaty whispers. The brunette was licking her lips hungrily now, crouching forward and cupping Lisa's asscheeks in her hands. She rammed her tongue into the swingers boiling cunt, lapping with excited greed. Lisa's perfumed pussy was tremendously hot and squirmed lustfully beneath her mouth.

"Ooooooh, easy, baby," Lisa crooned, "not so fast or hard! Ahhhhh, that's better, long, slow licks, ummmmm, yessss! Nibble on Lisa's clit now, yes! Oh, I'd love to have you blow me all night, darling, you're such a beautiful cunt-lapper. Now put your darling tongue deep in my asshole, Gloria, oh wonderful! Oh, you're fantastic!"

Grinning with amusement and pride, Carl watched his sensuous wife lead the panting brunette on. Any time Lisa wanted to hook a girl or a woman, she would whip the hell out of them first. She would love their tortured asses with her cunning lips and tongue, and then heat them up explosively by lavishing praise on them, as obscene as possible. Then she fucked their hungry mouths. And then the shattering finale… pain, torture, pleasure, ecstasy and more pain. It was an old routine, and they were both experts at it. Jaded as he was, Carl couldn't resist a fierce depraved excitement while he watched his hot, sexy young wife dig her heels into Gloria's naked shoulders and thrash her cunt slit in slow, lewd fucking motions against the brunette's moaning lips.

"Ah, your loving tongue!" Lisa purred. "Your juicy mouth, lover, it's enough to drive me crazy! Oooooo, you sweet pussy-eating angel, ooooo! Oh suck deeper, Sweetheart!"

His huge prick throbbing with power and urgency now, Carl knelt behind Gloria's lush ass, gripping the pink cheek firmly in his hands. He eased the swollen knob of his cock into her succulent cunt. If she was thirty, she sure as hell hadn't stretched her tight, burning cunt through overuse. Gloria wriggled her cunt slit happily on his big shaft as Carl began to fuck her with powerful steady strokes. All the while he watched his wife's slender white body heave and jerk with soaring lust as Gloria devoured her cunt voraciously. Christ, he realized, the hot brunette was really wild pussy! Tight, fiery and juicy as she slid back and forth to meet his brutal lunge, clasping his prick firmly in her silken walls.

"Oh shit, I'm coming, Gloria!" moaned Lisa, locking her damp thighs to Gloria's face and swinging her ass furiously. "Oh you loving bitch, you beautiful cunt sucker, unnnnngh! Give me more of your hot tongue! Yesssss, Sweetheart, yes!"

Now Carl began to fuck Gloria to a savage rhythm, trying to jam his mammoth cockrod in to the very hilt. He couldn't be certain whether his swinging wife was putting on an act or was really that madly aroused as she tugged frantically at Gloria's long hair and moaned furiously. Either she was trying to hook the lush brunette as a steady customer, or she was actually getting her rocks off because Gloria was her favorite type – big and busty and passionate.

It had to be sheer kicks, he decided, groaning as Gloria squirmed her ass feverishly against his crotch, and his long meat battered her with relentless fucking power. He seriously doubted if the ripe brunette had the money to pay for steady sessions. But, hell, with the proper training and the right clothes, she could set up shop far herself. Her mouth and pussy were certainly hot and eager enough.

The thought occurred to Carl as he pumped his huge prick fiercely into Gloria's shuddering cunt that he'd love to have to have her work for him along with Lisa and double the profits. But he'd tried that before, and there was a fatal hitch. Lisa wouldn't stand for it. To her twisted way of thinking, it was perfectly all right for him to screw any girl or woman in the world, as long as they both shared her. But when it came down to pure business, Lisa had to be number one – the bitch-Goddess with the only whip. And she might be sex-crazed, insatiable and jealous in her bizarre way, but the beautiful swinger was still his wife and his hottest piece of action.

"Good cunt!" Carl gasped when Gloria shuddered her burning pussy madly up and down and then in wide circles to thrill his cock. "Work it, honey, work it! Ummmmmm! Terrific fuck, baby, hot and wild!"

The librarian was delirious with lust now, her blazing cunt slit filled with an enormous hot cock and her lips and tongue crushed to a sweet, gushing, feverishly sucking cunt. She felt a deep thrill of pride at their vulgar praise. These weren't teenage innocents, but wild, experienced swingers. They loved her sex skill and wanton fury.