J. Watson: Wives In Torment

"Go faster," she moaned. "Aaaa, faster, harder!"

Low moans escaped her throat as she felt him quickening his thrusts.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him hard against her titties.

"Please," she begged him. "Harder. Harder!"

He was too carried away. Suddenly she felt him groan and she felt the hot wetness of his cum filling her cunt.

"No," she protested. "No, please.

But he was done. Even as she kept grinding herself against him she felt his cock turning limp.

"Oh please," she said again.

He pulled his limp cock from her fiery cunt. He was looking at her strangely and she knew it was because of the way she'd acted.

"I'm kind of tired," he said. "I think I'll go to sleep."

She knew there was nothing she could say. He left her. She waited until he was out of the room before she put her fingers between her legs. She put two fingers inside her cunt but she soon knew that wasn't going to be enough.

"Oh God," she said tiredly. "God damnin it!"

Bobby gave Carolyn a last lingering kiss and patted her ass.

"Keep it warm for me, honey," Bobby said.

"I will," Carolyn promised.

She watched her husband walk outside and get into his car. She gave him a wave as he drove out of the yard.

She felt her heart begin hammering loudly as soon as his car, disappeared. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was half-past eight. She knew it was time to make the phone call.

She dialed the number and spoke softly into the phone. "He's gone," she said.

"Good," Dan Jacobs said. "Put on your sexiest nightgown. You'll have your very first customer in about an hour. He really liked your pictures."

"He did?" Carolyn said stupidly.

"Be nice to him," Dan Jacobs. "He paid well."

Carolyn hung up the phone.

Her heart was still pounding and her mouth felt dry. She went upstairs and took a long shower. She searched through her gowns until she found one she considered her sexiest.

The gown was white and flimsy. It was low cut almost to her navel. She wore no bra. Her white panties were plainly visible. She took a comb to her long blonde hair until she was satisfied. She then dabbed a little expensive perfume on her neck and between her thighs.

She was nervous and she was excited.

She knew that the customer would not be somebody she knew. Dan had promised that. Dan had friends who would direct the man to her house.

She was sitting on the living room couch when the doorbell rang. She got up and walked slowly to the door. Her heart was once again in her mouth when she opened the door.

The man who stood there was not bad looking at all. He was tall and darkly handsome. But she shivered when she looked into his hard eyes.

"You're Carolyn," he said.

"Yes," she whispered.

"I'm Andy," he said.

She expected him to give her a little time to get to know him, but he grabbed her immediately and pulled her against him. His lips bruised down onto hers and she almost went limp. She could feel his strong muscles against her.

She jerked back.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Neighbors," she said quickly. "Come on inside."

"I see," he said. "You don't want the nosy folks to know you're hustling on the side."

He stepped in and closed the door.

This time she didn't have the strength to resist when he jerked her into his arms. His strong hands dropped to cup her firm buttocks and she shivered.

"God damn nice feeling piece," he said.

He picked her up. She had never been picked up so easily before. Bobby strained when he lifted her. This man did it as easily as if he were lifting a doll.

"Where's the bedroom?" he asked.

"That way," she said.

He carried her through the house and into her bedroom. He dropped her on the bed while he ran one hand under her nightgown to touch her pussy.

"Are you tight, bitch?" he asked.

She didn't know what he meant for a moment, and then she nodded her head.

"Good," he said. "I like a tight pussy."

His rough fingers went underneath her panties to touch her swollen cunt.

"Nice," he said. "Dan said you were a nice fuck. Has he tested you?"

"Yes," she admitted.

He released her and stood back. He peeled off his clothes to reveal a hairy, muscular body. His cock was as big as Dan's but somehow it looked brutal.

He grabbed her by the hair and bent her face toward his massive tool.

"Let's see what your sweet lips can do," he said.

She touched her lips to his cock-head and she felt the pressure on the back of her head. She slowly opened her lips and took the cock into her mouth.

"God damn," he said softly. "Suck it up, bitch. Show me how you do it."

She opened her mouth wider and took his entire rod into her mouth. She began to move her mouth up and down rapidly on his thick tool.

"Shit," he said. "You can really suck, baby."

He held both sides of her head as he slammed his cock into her mouth.

She felt the hot excitement in her cunt; her panties were already getting wet. She had never known that she could get so excited sucking a man's cock.

"Eat me," he moaned. "Eat me, sweet baby!"

He pulled her head back but it was just for a second. He sat down on the edge of the bed and made her get on her hands and knees beside him. Then once more he pulled her face against his cock.

She deep-throated him this time. She took his cock in deeper than she thought possible. She could feel his cock-head pounding against the back of her throat. She tasted some of his salty lubricating fluid and she knew he was getting ready to come.

She released his cock and used her tongue on just the tiny hole in the end of his weapon.

He grabbed her head again as she tasted his cum beginning to spurt.

She went all the way down on his cock and felt the hot cum hitting the back of her throat.

"Fuck!" he yelled. "FUCK!"

She swallowed it as long as she could. He must have been a long time without getting a woman, or he was one of those people who had heavy loads. The thickness of his cream filled her mouth and dribbled out on her gown.

"Jesus Christ," he said softly. "You're some cocksucker, sweet bitch!"

He pulled her onto the bed beside him and began to caress her titties.

"Damn," he said. "You look like a little girl I knew back in school. A cheerleader. I tried nine years and couldn't get into her panties."

"I was a cheerleader," Carolyn admitted.

"You look like the type," he said.

Carolyn knew something that would excite him and she pulled away.

"Where are you going?" he asked. "I haven't finished with you."

"Just a second," she said. "I'll show you something."

She hurried out of the room and down to the basement. She found the old uniform tucked away in one of the old chests. She could still wear it for she'd put it on only a few weeks before for Bobby's benefit.

Bobby also had a thing about cheerleaders.

She came back upstairs and quickly changed her clothes. She wiped the lipstick off her mouth and then surveyed herself in the mirror. Except for her womanly titties she looked like a sixteen year old pom-pom girl.

She heard him gasp when she walked back into the room.

"I thought you might like me in my old outfit," she said.

"It looks nice, baby," he said. "Why don't you do me a couple of cheers?"

She didn't remember them very well but she did one that she thought was the easiest.

This guy really did have a thing for cheerleaders. His cock was growing again.

"Come here," he said.

She sat down on the bed and he ran both his hands under her sweater to cup her tits. He massaged them until she felt them starting to swell with lust.

"Ummm," she moaned. "That feels good."