John Friday: Raped wild wife

"Qooooh, Brett!" she moaned instead. "Hooo, Brett!" The violent spasms that came next were the most extreme and most superb she'd ever known. She thought of it as the start of an intensely satisfying new life.

Brett's eyes glazed with ecstasy as the wringing spasms of her cunt sucked his prick dry. Then his vision cleared, and he began to grin, knowing that one lesson would never be enough. This lusty bitch would keep testing him. He could hardly wait for her to step out of line again.

Whipping her back would please them both and that pleasure came sooner than expected. Veronica caught her breath, grinned slyly and cried: "Fuck me again, you bastard. Fuck me like a man!"

Tanya lay sleeping, her face blissful and calm in a silky cloud of fiery red hair. Even the sharp jangle of the telephone did not disturb her when it rang at ten the next morning.

At midnight, she'd reached the age where she could not be compelled to return home. And by four that morning, Samantha and Grant had both readily agreed to let her stay with them… at least until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life.

"It's for you," Samantha said curiously as she handed Grant the phone.

"Yeah, I left your number at headquarters. Probably more crap about popping that kid who tried to blow my head off. Hello?" Grant's voice cut like a sword. Samantha was stroking his cock, trying to tease life back into after all the previous night fucking.

He listened to the caller, and Grant's broad grin pew wider with every word that was spoken. Samantha's grip on his cock and her curiosity both grew stronger.

Finally, he laughed and said: "No shit? That's great! Hell, no… send it right over. I'll sign anything!"

"What was that all about?" Samantha asked.

"Some lawyer. My wife Veronica is an a plane to Mexico to get a divorce."

Samantha fought to control her look of elation, but the way she pumped Grant's cock betrayed her joy. His prick pulsed wildly in her hand.

"Another call came in while you were sleeping," she told him. "You're on Administrative Leave until the Shooting Team holds a hearing about that thing last night. That won't be for a week, maybe two. And that means we've got all that time to play with that big fucker of yours."

"Aaaaahhhh, don't I wish. But you're back on duty at four this afternoon, remember?"

"Er, no – I'm off, too. I quit. I just can't take all the crap that goes with being a cop." Samantha leaned down and sealed her warm lips around the head of his stiffening cock.

"You quit? What the hell are you going to do?"

"Qooooh, I don't know… something I like better." She lowered her head again and pulled excitedly on his hard cock shaft.

"If you're planning to suck cock for a living, I'll have to slap your ass in the can. I'm still a cop, and that's all I know how to be."

"I know…" Her lips slid down his prick shaft like a wet velvet sleeve.

"Huuuunngh! You make it damn hard to carry on a serious conversation."

"You mean, I just make it damn hard! Look at how that big fucker is throbbing now!"

"I don't have to look. I can feel it!" Grant's craggy face split with a satisfied smile. That was the best thing to come out of all this. He had to grunt and hold back a thrilling swell of desire in order to form words. "I still want to know what you're planning to do when you hand in your badge."

"Well, there's a new opening I just learned about." She swung a leg across and crouched above his upraised cock shaft, anxiously working his prick head back and forth between the moist lips of her silver-haired pussy.

"Aaah, what new opening is that?" God, how he loved the way that sexy little bitch teased.

"Well, the pay is lousy, the hours are worse, and the fringe benefits are terrible. I'll never own a mink as long as I live… maybe one little tiny diamond."

"What the hell kind of work are you talking about?" She kept stirring his cock faster and faster, sinking down on it, wincing with every inch of prick meat she took in.

"Ooooooh, it's not really work. And I guess it's the one thing I've always wanted most to be."

"And what the shit is that?" His prick was in her cunt up to the root, and her pretty face had pulled itself into a knot of writhing joy. Her soft, silver curls shone in the morning light.

Samantha beamed him a loving grin and fucked herself wildly up and down on his hard cock shaft. "Haven't you figured it out by now?" she asked between lusty grunts. "Some detective you are! Aaahhhhhh!" She jerked her head back and began that exquisite wringing motion with her cunt.

"All I want to be is a cop's wife!"