Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

"What's another?" he asked, jabbing his dick at her sensuous mouth.

"This, you big-cocked fucker," she snarled, ramming the full thickness of Jack's cock down her throat.

The steaming heat of Betty's mouth made Jack's shaft swell even more. He could feel his hairy balls bouncing against her chin. She was a good cock-sucker, and made sure that her lover's prick was always nice and wet.

The cab driver couldn't keep his eyes out of the rear-view mirror, but because of the partition between him and the back seat he couldn't see much of anything. His snooping didn't bother Jack and Betty in the least. They were too drunk and much too caught up in their own actions to worry about what the old bastard behind the wheel was doing.

Betty's hands reached into Jack's open pants to play with his balls. She was pleased to find that her saliva had dripped down, bathing the delicate spheres. She ran her fingertips over his burning skin, thrilling him with the light touch of her sharp nails.

"That's good, baby," Jack told the woman, reaching down to grasp her head in his hands.

Holding her face tight, Jack began pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from the corners of her straining lips as her boss plowed his shaft faster and faster. She was having a hard time breathing, but her sucking mouth never missed a beat.

Jack was so drunk he slid down from a sitting position, but he never let Betty's head slip from between his sweating thighs. Every once in a while he forgot where he was, but he never forgot where his cock was. His obedient secretary was making sure of that.

"Let's go, bitch. Suck me off. Suck me harder, slut!" Jack commanded, thrusting his hips forward with each word.

When the filthy words spilled from his mouth, the cabbie really got interested. He had suspected what was going on, and Jack's vivid descriptions confirmed his thoughts. The driver almost slammed his cab into the back of a bus trying to squirm around and see what was happening.

Betty knew what was happening, even though her eyes were closed. After all, it was her mouth that Jack was raping. She gasped for breath whenever she could, but Jack's powerful hold made it very difficult.

"I'm cumming, whore," Jack bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Suck up every drop of cum, slut. If you lose any of it, bitch. I'll bust your fuckin' ass in. I swear to God I will," he screamed, ramming his cock into Betty's hot mouth just as deep as it could go.

Jack's screaming attracted attention from passing cars and trucks. But the doors of the cab were high enough to block the view of everyone except for a load of people in a city bus that pulled up alongside. Still, Betty and Jack were totally oblivious to the cager stares of the shocked riders.

With her lips sucking his prick, her tongue lashing his cockhead, and her fingers playing with his aching balls, Jack couldn't delay his climax any longer, no matter how hard he tried to prolong the wonderful sensations.

The onrushing flood of semen spurred Betty on to the heights of cock-sucking ability. Though it was difficult, she made good the command not to lose a drop of her boss' precious cum. His hot load splashed down her throat, into the waiting fires of lust burning in her belly.

Betty sucked cock like a madwoman. Even after Jack's cock had gone soft, she was still sucking the shit out of it. She literally sucked him until his balls were dry. A satisfied smile curled up the corners of her mouth as she slipped from between his athletic legs into a puddle on the floor of the cab.

"That was good, bitch," Jack said drunkenly, trying to stuff his prick back in his pants when he realized that the cab was almost at his home.

The suck job she gave her boss had sobered Betty up a little, but she was still too smashed to be able to find her way off the floor. As he zipped up the front of his pants, Jack used Betty like a footstool, and she didn't mind in the least.

"Here it is," Jack said to the driver as they pulled up in front of his apartment house. "Stop here, damn it," he said angrily, pissed that the cabbie had driven pest the lobby of his building.

"What the fuck are you all steamed up about?" the cabbie said. "You just got your dick blown, not me. I'm the one that should be bugged, for Christ sakes!"

Jack completely ignored the fat slob in the front seat of the cab. He dropped a few dollars into the money drawer in the partition. Climbing out, he kicked Betty in her ribs, but didn't even bother to say he was sorry.

"Let's go, slut," Jack told his slave, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.

Up until that moment, Betty assumed that she would just drop her boss off at his place and continue on to her awn apartment further uptown. She never expected him to ask her up to his place. Maybe he thought they had gone to her place, she thought to herself. Either way, she didn't intend to pass by another chance to get her hands on his prick.

When Betty climbed out of the cab, her mini-skirt remained bunched up around her waist. Her black-nylon cunt-soaked panties were dearly on display. When she started to straighten herself out, Jack slapped her hands out of the way. He liked the way she looked, like a fucked-out whore that he had picked up on Forty-second Street.

Betty wasn't crazy about parading around with her sopping pussy hanging out, but she didn't intend to go against her boss' wishes. Jack had shown just how obediently he liked his women to act, and she had no eyes for a beating. Not right there in the middle of the street!

Jack led the way into the building, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure that Betty's cunt was still on view. He knew how embarrassed she must feel, and he thought that was the funniest thing in the world.

The doorman that let Betty and Jack into the building could hardly believe his eyes. She was swinging her hips in slow, inviting circles, knowing just how her boss liked her to act. She smiled wantonly, seeing the lump of hard flesh sticking up uniform his leg. His dick pushed the front of his out like a tent, and Betty found herself wondering just how big the stud's prick really was.

Of course, the doorman said nothing. Standing to the side as they passed, he inhaled the erotic aroma of Betty's perfume mixed with her cunt-juice. As she passed by, she let her hand brush across the front of the doorman's pants. She felt how hard he was against the back of her hand.

As they walked to the elevator, the doorman really got an eyeful. The nylon bikini panties didn't hide her ass any more than it hid her pussy. He could see the deep crack of her ass running the length of those firm mounds. He imagined what a sweet, tight whole was hidden deep in that dark crack. At that moment, he envied Jack Taylor more then any other man in the entire city, if not the world.

Standing in front of the elevator, Jack slipped his hand under the elastic waistband of Betty's panties. He shoved his hand down her asscrack, the tips of his fingers seeking out the puckered ring of her anus. He had little trouble finding the familiar target.

The doorman thought his cock would explode when he saw Jack Taylor shove his hand down that beautiful woman's panties. Even from across the room, he could hear the loud moan the tramp made when her escort pushed a finger up her shitbox.

When the elevator door slid open, the horny, drunk couple quickly climbed in. When she turned around, Betty stared right into the doorman's face. She pushed her cunt out towards him as she licked her lips. It was obvious how turned-on he was, and she enjoyed every moment of it until the door sild closed and brought down the curtain on her whorish performance.

"Where's your wife tonight, baby?" Betty asked, licking his lips lightly with the very tip of her hot tongue.