Unknown - She loves to orgy

When she felt his cock start to slide out, she held him tighter and said, "Honey, work on me with your hands, just a little more."

He smiled and let his cock slip out and took her coot-lips in his fingers. She held her crotch wide open for him and leaned back and closed her eyes while he kept the nice tingle going for her. It was with a feeling of contentment that she smiled at him and rocked her coot up against his hands while he worked on her.

Linda stopped brushing her long blonde hair when it gleamed brightly. She took her time choosing her wardrobe and getting dressed. The sheer stockings stayed in place nicely with the little red garters that went around her legs and the color went well with her black high-heeled shoes. The thin pale-yellow panties almost concealed the slit of her cunt. She toyed with a lacy bra and then put it back in the dresser. Satisfied, she wrapped a silky black robe around herself and tied the sash up tightly around her waist.

Her preparations that day had gone flawlessly. When she'd called Dave to cancel their lunch date, he was disappointed, but when he learned the. reason, he was very helpful. The visit with the lawyer had proved informative and very interesting. Victory was now within her grasp, if she played it smart.

The doorbell rang and she paused at the phone first to complete her preparations. Then she went to the door and peeked through the fish eye. Satisfied, she released the night chain and swung the door wide.

"Come in, Max," she said, smiling sweetly.

"Well, this is a change, Mrs. Cuyler," Max said as he sauntered in with his two small notebooks in hand. "You're looking beautiful."

"Thank you, Max. I imagine you're more interested in the bedroom though."

She strutted ahead of him, making her hips grind as she walked. When she glanced back, Max was following closely, looking intently at her ass.

Inside the bedroom, she turned to face him.

“Well, Max, was I a good little girl today?"

"Pure as snow, Mrs. Cuyler," he said, tapping his notebook. "For all you did wrong today, you could be studying for the clergy."

"Then what's the purpose of this visit?"

"Oh, let's just say it's on account."

"What would you do if I refused to fuck you?"

He tapped the notebooks again. "You know how it is, Mrs. Cuyler. When you have two notebooks, it's easy to use the wrong one. That's how it is, but we aren't here for small talk."

He took the sash of her robe in his hands and untied the knot. Spreading the robe wide, he looked long at her body, nodding approvingly. She shrugged out of the cloth and let the sleeves fall off her shoulders and arms.

"Mrs. Cuyler," he said slowly, "you are stacked."

"I'm glad you think so," she said, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Now what would you like to do to me so you'll remember to use notebook B?"

"Well, first I'll prevent you from being overdressed."

He slipped his hands inside the waistband of her panties and slipped them down off her hips. They fell to the carpet and she stepped out of them.

He toyed with one garter while he slipped his fingers inside the top of her stocking. Then, taking his hand back out, he squeezed her thigh, then ran his hand up to her pussy and pinched the front edge of her cunt-lips.

"Shall we get started?"

"Whatever it takes to get a good report."

Max undressed quickly, kicking his clothing aside. He clutched Linda tightly and kissed her, his breath foul from smoking cigars. His stiff cock pushed against her belly.

Still holding her, he slipped one hand down behind her knees and picked her up. Holding her in his arms, he walked to the bed and laid her down on her back. He spread her legs wide and knelt between her thighs.

He pushed his cock hard against her cunt-lips. Before he could get rough, she took his prick by the head and worked it up and down against her tight inner slit until it felt slick and then pushed it slowly, making it spread her inner cunt-lips. When his cock head forced its way in, the stabbing pain was over in a moment and she stopped holding her breath.

He pushed deep into her cunt, making a warm tingle, and then pulled his cock back with the head halfway out. After a moment he thrust quickly back in her and then drew all the way out.

Now he stabbed his cock-head back into her cunt, forcing the tender lips with a quick jab of pain. He pulled back out all the way and stabbed back in.

Linda endured the jabs of pain silently. She tried to show passion and pleasure by rolling her hips up against him whenever he thrust down.

She decided she needed to show a little more action. Her legs were apart with her knees well above the bed. She let her legs come straight out with her thighs down flat, the sides of her knees down against the bedspread.

She pressed down with her knees and made her whole body undulate up against him, rolling her back, her hips, her cunt up against his hard-driving groin. When he quickly thrust into her, she undulated her hips back up against him, slamming her cunt to his groin.

She slammed faster and faster, harder and harder, matching the force of his cock. Then his teeth clenched and he brought his head back and he thrust down and stayed there, his hot cum spurting deep in her cunt. She arched her small body and held herself tight against him while he pumped her cunt full of his jism.

After a time, he pulled his limp prick out of her, got off her body and lay on his back.

"Nice fuck, Mrs. Cuyler," he said. "Now let's see you get it up again."

Without a word, she got on her knees, straddling his shoulders, and bent to his limp cock. She easily took the entire shrunken prick in her mouth, ran her tongue-tip over the head briefly, and started sucking the salty-tasting tool.

His cock quickly expanded to fill her mouth but was still limp. She brought her mouth up so her lips were around his cock-head and ran her tongue-tip into the piss-slit, then ran her mouth back down over the length of his prick, pressing her face down in his groin-hair.

As she ran her mouth up and down the length of his shaft, it continued to grow and his cock-head pushed into her throat. Each time she went down on his prick and his cock-head went into her throat, she swallowed hard, stretching his cock deep in her throat. When she swallowed she felt his hips tense. His prick was now as hard as when he'd started fucking her.

He pushed her shoulders up and sat up himself. Holding her by a shoulder and hip, he rolled her over on her back. She began to understand his intent when he put a pillow under her neck, tipping her head way back over the edge of the bed.

"Now, just think of your mouth as a cunt, Mrs. Cuyler," he said as he stood on the floor, directly behind her head.

She opened her mouth as his stiff cock approached. He ran it through her lips, into her mouth, and down her throat and pushed with his groin-hair mashed against her lips, his balls resting on her face. In this position, his cock-head completely filled her throat; she couldn't even breathe until he pulled back.

It was with some relief that she felt his cock-head start sliding back up her throat while his balls lifted from her face. He drew all the way out except for the cock-head in her lips, and she inhaled with a gasp just as he started thrusting back in her. When his cock slid all the way down, all she could see was his hairy asshole above her eyes.

He picked up the pace, pumping into her throat faster and faster. She changed her breathing to inhale with a gasp each time he drew out to her lips.

While he fucked her in the mouth, he spread her legs apart and forced a finger in her cunt. The finger drove deep, then withdrew part way and hooked back toward her belly and advanced.

She bucked her hips up when he roughly tweaked the nub of her clit. He synchronized his fingering with his cock-thrusts in her throat. She wanted to scream out for him to stop and be gentle with her, but she needed to breathe when his cock came out to where she could scream. She silently endured his rough fingering, involuntarily jerking her hips each time he tweaked her.