Johnny Fargo - Hero_s mistress

Lifting herself with the taut muscles of her naked legs, she slithered wetly up and down the long desire-rigid shaft of his cock, pushing her naked torso up until only the swollen purplish knob lay ensheathed in her warmly clasping cuntal flesh. Then, with a gasping cry of total abandonment, she shoved her moist slit back down onto the skewering length of his long thick member, hungrily gulping up every delicious inch of its virile length until it lay completely nestled in the tight warm confines of her constrictive love-passage, firmly gripped between the soft pink walls of her vagina.

Suddenly, as if a switch had been thrown and a million volts of electricity been sent hurtling through her nervous system, Dottie began bucking violently, her whole body moving in a hundred different directions at once. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she screamed loudly, not giving a damn if everyone in Virginia Beach for a mile around could hear her, as she pumped her clasping pussy-mouth up and down frantically on her husband's lewdly impaling stiffness. Every powerful grinding snap of her well-trained hips sank all of his lust-inflated cock deeply between her widespread thighs and her lovely face was contorted with insane agony as every downward thrust onto the skewering rod of blood-filled lust shook her body viciously and she cried out over and over again. Rivulets of perspiration poured from her face and shoulders and trickled in sparkling streams down the smooth expanse of her naked back. Her proudly firm breasts bumped from side to side in her savage frenzied lust-rhythm.

Eddie Mangum looked up at her from the sofa, his eyes half closed as he neared that ecstatic moment of release… God, what a woman his wife was! She could do this all night! And she'd probably like to, too, he found himself thinking… with more than a trace of futility and regret.

He thrust his loins up powerfully with all the strength he could muster, cursing himself for not being in better shape… just seconds and she would come apart right before his eyes! It was always like that with Dottie… she was the original screamer!

First a sharp cry of pain burst from her pursed lips… but that was only the forerunner, the warming up. Suddenly her head snapped back in a neck-breaking toss. "God, yes! Yes, baby, push it all up there! Push baby, I'm cumming! Just a little… Aaaggggghhhhhh!I'm cumming…! Aaaaaaaaaa…" as the explosion rocked her loins and she bucked even more furiously up onto his deep-sunk cock.

Then her voice trailed off and she perched there awkwardly for a moment, a weak smile on her lips as she felt her husband's climax explode on cue deep inside her and she pumped up and down with the last fibers of her spent strength until he was milked dry once again. Then she lifted herself free as her warm orgiastic juices flooded down the length of his rubbery deflated cock as it withdrew wetly and loudly from her cuntal grip, lying down beside him as he moved over so she could rest her head on his upper arm.

They talked quietly for a while about nothing important, just the kind of things they usually said afterwards. But the young brunette's mind was filled with only one thing and it kept flashing back into her thoughts like some bit of subliminal advertising beamed into her very brain… it was a picture she saw there. A woman… a young sexy blonde… and a couch… and a huge male dog with a cock like nothing she had ever seen before…!

And then they began to talk about that once again and just as suddenly, the picture vanished. Eddie seemed puzzled at his wife's seeming disinterest in something so unbelievable. Finding your next door neighbor fucking a Doberman pinscher was hardly an everyday occurrence, even in California! But Eddie dismissed it eventually and began to get ready for bed.

He had known Dottie too long to be surprised at anything she did. And besides… it was obvious she had something important on her mind.

"Young lady… young lady! It's thirty-nine, not fifty-nine, it's marked down! Don't you know the prices? If not, then get me a checker who does!" Peggy Davis shook the dazedness from her eyes and drifted back to the reality of her position behind register number four at the Super-Save Market.

"Oh… I'm so sorry, Ma'am!" she blurted when she had realized her error. Misreading numbers was something she just never did! Maybe back when she had first started, but not now! "I really apologize, Ma'am! That just never happens!"

The elderly woman gave her a look that would have curdled milk and snorted through her upturned lip. "Hmf! I'll bet it never happens. See here, I've been shopping here for years, but if this is the sort of thing that is going on, I'll take my business elsewhere!" Her voice was becoming increasingly shrill with every word and Peggy could see the floor manager, Mr. Hardison, coming from his glassed-in cubbyhole overlooking the rows of checkers. "Why, a twenty cent error is just not excusable! Maybe twenty cents doesn't mean much to your generation, young lady, but I can remember when a man worked half a day for that kind of money and…"

"What seems to be the problem, Madam?" Hardison's voice was appropriately obsequious, in the manner of shoe clerks and floor managers, but still retaining the necessary thread of authority. "Could I be of assistance?"

"I'll say you could my good man!" she spluttered stuffily. "I caught this young woman in the very act of overcharging me and I feel I am owed an apology!"

Peggy looked at the balding floor manager beseechingly. "Mr. Hardison, I did apologize! It was an oversight and I told her I was sorry!"

He gave the overdressed elderly woman a quick glance and then winked on the side away from her and cleared his throat. "Madam, I will see to it that this matter gets all the attention it justly deserves. Please accept the store's deepest apologies and if you will be kind enough to leave your name with the checker, Mrs. Davis, we will send you a certificate good for five dollars free purchases as a small token of our sincerity." He then turned to Peggy without waiting for the woman to reply. "Mrs. Davis, I would like to see you in my office when you have finished here!"

"Mr. Hardison, please, give me a chance to explain! I know I shouldn't have missed that sale item, but I did and I apologized and then she…"

"Mrs. Davis…"

"… went on and on and she kept getting louder and I know everybody in the store must have heard her and…"

"Mrs. Davis! Please! May I get a word in here somewhere?"

"Oh… yes sir, I'm sorry," Peggy replied meekly, but she noticed he was smiling. No not really smiling… almost laughing!

"I only told you to come in here so she would assume you were getting the punishment she seemed so certain you deserved. She probably thinks I'm firing you right now. Isn't that a laugh? Me firing a good cashier over a squabble with Mildred Rose!"

"M-Mildred Rose? You mean you know that woman? She looked like she had a lot of money. I mean she was dressed well and all."

"That old biddy!? Why, she hasn't got a hundred dollars to her name! Listen, I know her all right. If you'd spent as much time as I have chasing her down to collect on her bum checks, you'd know her pretty darn well yourself!"

"Bum checks?" Peggy was genuinely confused now and she showed it. "She seemed like such an important woman. Like maybe she was a doctor or lawyer's wife or something. I just didn't want to get her upset and make a lot of trouble for the store."

"Trouble! She couldn't make trouble for a hot dog vender, much less for this supermarket chain. Mrs. Davis, that woman is a fraud and a thief and I would have stood behind you if you had dumped all her groceries right on her head!"

Peggy laughed, visibly relieved now that the tension had cleared. Ever since the floor manager had come out to her station, she had thought of nothing but losing her job… God, what would she and Bob do without it!