Unknown - She loves to orgy

Then she felt the white-hot flashes in her clit come brighter and brighter as she pounded her hips down against his face. She wanted to scream but his cock was too big in her throat. She groaned and she whined and she whimpered past the big prick as the flashes grew hotter and hotter.

Then she slammed her cunt down against his face and quivered there while the hot cum flowed out of her cunt into his mouth. He held her twitching hips down hard against his face while he sucked hard at her cunt and kept his tongue working on her clit.

Then his groin pounded up into her face and he shot off into her throat. She slowed her throat contractions but kept his cock drawn full length while she swallowed each spurt of his cum. His tongue and her throat kept working full length, slower and slower. Her ass rocked slower and slower to his tongue.

Then all motion ceased. He held his tongue inside her cunt, resting on the clit. She kept her mouth down on his groin-hair, the head of his cock deep in her throat.

Finally, she pulled her mouth up off his cock. He withdrew his tongue as well and lifted her hips and sent her off on her side. He rose on his knees and rolled her onto her back and spread her thighs.

"Just watching you through Dave's window today, I noticed you liked this."

She clasped her hands together over her head while he worked his fingers into her skin folds. He found the inner lips of her cunt and slowly, gently worked his fingertips up and down the length of her wet coot. She let her hips rock and undulate slightly while she watched through hooded eyes and felt the gentle tingle while he did delightful things to her.

Finally, she felt her body drain, and her hips rolled less and less. Her hips finally stopped moving completely and his fingers stopped too. He bent and kissed her pussy-lips.

He got up and started dressing.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Cuyler," he said. "You've just earned a very favorable report to Mr. Cuyler. I think you liked it as much as I did. Well, here's to many more favorable reports. Don't get up, Mrs. Cuyler. I can let myself out."

When the outer door clicked shut, Linda lay back naked, feeling cheap and well-used. There was something evil about Max, but while it was true he was a crude man, he had made her come twice. He had fucked her in the ass, but he'd tried to not hurt her much; he wasn't totally inconsiderate. At first he'd seemed repulsive, but she rather liked the way he fucked her. It was just that he made her feel so cheap.

The mirror on the dresser was hard to adjust. She folded a wedge of paper and jammed it in one side and then made a trial adjustment.

Going back to the bed, she lay back and spread her legs apart. Now she could see her cunt but it looked too dark. She set a second table lamp on the edge of the dresser and went back to the bed. With her legs flat on the bed, her cunt now showed as a tiny closed slit with golden hair lining each side. It was a good view of her cunt.

While she made her preparations, she thought back over the evening with satisfaction. Joe had been in a good mood at dinner, and she'd seen him look at her approvingly. Max must have given a good report. He had seemed more affectionate than in months. Now was the time to get him to loosen up a little and get her excited.

Satisfied with her preparations, she got up and put on the bra with the hook in front and then squeezed the hook nearly closed with the pair of pliers. She stepped into her black high-heeled shoes and pulled the black silky dress on. After reaching back with both hands while watching in the mirror, she closed the zipper halfway, then held a strong thread in the mechanism. It took all her strength to jam the zipper stuck on the thread. She tried to wrench it loose. It wouldn't budge.

Her preparations complete, she paced back and forth, practicing her walk, while she waited for the shower to quit drumming. With a little practice in front of the mirror, she could float gracefully with each step, making her hips grind, letting her little waist flex from side to side while she moved.

The shower stopped, so she lifted the hem of her dress and daubed some perfume on each fold' of her cunt. While she listened to the sound of teeth being brushed, she mentally recited her lines.

While waiting, she picked up the hairbrush and gave her gleaming hair a few more strokes. It had never looked better. She put the brush down and continued practicing grinding her hips, making her waist look like it was well lubricated.

Joe came in, stark naked, still humming under his breath. He dropped the towel and, when he saw Linda, he gave a sharp intake of breath.

"Honey, help me, will you?" she said before he could speak. "The damn zipper's stuck."

She turned around and stood while he struggled with the mechanism.

"What were you doing with the dress at bed time?" he asked.

"Just trying it on. I wanted to make sure I hadn't gained any weight."'

He struggled with the stuck zipper and cursed under his breath. She let herself be jerked against him while he worked, making sure to wiggle her ass whenever she brushed his stomach.

"Damn thing's stuck," he said. "I can't work it."

"Then help me get the dress off over my head."

He picked up the slick, billowing material by the hem and lifted it. While he struggled to get the slippery material up over her waist, she wiggled and ground her hips against him. When he had the dress above her waist, she turned around against him, hoping this would release the scent of her perfume his way.

When he had her dress above her tits, still struggling to get it over her shoulders, she managed to turn around toward him and undulate her hips up against him, feeling his limp cock against her cunt mound. He was too tall for his cock to touch her cunt, but she felt it up higher in her cunt-hair.

While he pulled the dress up over her shoulders, she rolled her hips up against his cock a second time and heard him suck his breath in. All too soon, he got the dress up off her shoulders and pulled it off her arms.

"Thanks, honey," she said as she tossed the dress over a chair and reached for her bra while he turned toward the bed.

"Honey, I hate to be such a nuisance but I need help again. The hook on this bra won't work."

He came back and worked on the fastener on the front of the garment. When he jerked it, she lost her balance and bumped into him, rolling her hips up as they touched. Her soft, furry cunt mound ground up against his cock again. When she looked down it wasn't as limp.

He worked on the hook and every time he jerked on it she worked her cunt up against him.

Finally, he forced the hook open and unfastened the garment. Before he could turn, she shrugged out of the scanty bra and grabbed his shoulders.

"Thanks, honey," she said. "Mmmmmm."

Pushing her hard nipples against him, she hugged him and gave him a wet kiss. His cock, longer now though not hard, pushed down against her pubic mound, the cock-head almost at her cunt.

While Joe went to the bed, Linda sauntered to the dresser, grinding her hips as she went, picked up the brush and restored her hair that had been mussed. She worked her hips as she bumped and ground her way back to the bed, stepped out of her shoes, and lay back.

She smiled at Joe while she put a firm hand on his chest and rubbed the skin affectionately. Joe's chest swelled as he inhaled fully while she caressed his skin. She moved her hand down on his stomach.

When her hand brushed his thick groin-hair, his cock was turning stiff and just rising above his belly. He half rose and said, "Do you want to do it?"

"Sure, honey," she said, "but not right away. Let me hold you a little first. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure." He shrugged. "Okay."