Henry Perkins: The neighbor_s wife in chains

Carla smiled and wiggled her ass against the top of the desk. Long experience had taught her how to do it, and the movement pulled the hem of her skirt even higher. She knew her hot pussy was already in view, but she wanted to give Bill an unhampered good look. She almost laughed when she saw the young man struggle with himself to avoid staring at her bare cunt.

"What… what about Mr. Jones?" Bill finally stammered, trying to scramble his mind onto a safe subject. Maybe if he could get her talking, she wouldn't notice he was looking at her pussy. His tie felt like it was strangling him and beads of sweat had broken out on his neck.

The drops of perspiration caused his skin to itch, as the trickled down his chest.

"DO you have any idea what he might have wanted?"

Carla laughs, "Haven't you figured it out yet," she chided the young newlywed man in a seductive voice. "Old Jonesy has gone for the day. It wasn't him – it was me who wanted you in herewith the door closed, so we could have ourselves a little talk. Nobody can hear, baby boy, since all the rest of the employees are way down at the end of the hall."

"What… what do you mean? What… what won't they be able to hear," the young man barely managed. His eyes had drifted down to the woman's fiery-furred pussy again, and he was having a great deal of trouble keeping his thoughts clear enough to talk.

"First, stop the fucking stammering!" the woman snapped. "Go ahead and look at my pussy as much as you want. But when I ask a question, you answer me straight, or I'm going to rip off your prick!"

"Yes, okay!" he answered swiftly without taking his eyes from her cunt. In the fiery bramble of pussy hair, he could make out the vertical lips of her pussy slit and, as the skirt edged even farther back, he could even see a soft glint of cunt juice.

"You know," Carla continued, now pleasantly [missing text].

"I'm the reason you have this job. If it wasn't for me, there's not a ghost of a chance that you'd be here at all."

"What do you mean?" Bill asked, glancing up. Thankfully, he had managed to get through that first word. "I know you put in a word for me with the boss, but I thought that was all that you did."

Carla laughed, squirming her ass until the skirt lifted clear into her lap. She spread her legs outward, forcing the garment up on the sides of her thighs. Now her cunt and the front part of her ass lay directly on the wooden desktop, and there was nothing to restrict the young man's view.

"I got the job for you, you immature little prick," Carla scolded Bill, her voice suddenly cutting. "I told the boss to hire you or else, and old Jonesy likes fucking my pussy and shooting jism into my mouth too much not to give me everything that I want."

"But…"

"But, your ass!" Carla snapped, rising to the occasion. Her domineering air was rising like the temperature in an oven. "Look at you – barely out of school and already earning enough to rent that house from the Stones. How the fuck do you think you got that job and salary to do something you know nothing about?"

Bill felt his manhood challenged. "I'm learning," he said desperately.

"Learning shit." Carla laughed sarcastically. "You're not here to learn. You're here became you have a cute little wife, and outside of being able to lick pussy and fuck cock up a cunt, what kind of qualifications do you really have? None, you little prick! So I got you the job, and the Stones rented you the house, so the two of you – you and Brenda – would be available to do what you do best!"

"But Brenda…"

"Brenda's eating on that money, clothing her naked ass with it, and living in that house," Carla snarled. "Now shut your Goddamn mouth. I don't want it to open except to stick a tongue up my cunt. And that's something I want right now!"

The woman leaned back onto the desk with one elbow while her other hand stripped her skirt up to her waist. She tugged off a narrow ribbon belt then pointed a finger down to her leaking cunt. Lying back with her thighs spread widely, she let her pussy flare open like a flower. Hot, red cunt flesh, slickened by juices, gaped, showing the opening to her cunt hole and the oversized clit at the top of the pussy gash.

"Now!" she demanded loudly at the young man when he hesitated about coming up out of the chair. "You eat my cunt right now, or tomorrow morning you can start looking for another job!"

Bill's mind raced. Images of his beautiful young wife, Brenda, flashed accusingly and he knew he shouldn't do anything to betray her, even if it was just eating pussy rather than fucking it. They had only been married for three weeks now, and he knew it wouldn't be right to lick another woman's cunt. But that woman was threatening him with his job, and that was all the money he and Brenda had to their name. Without the job, there would be no house – not even a crummy apartment on the south end of town. They'd have to move in and live off his mother or – God forbid – her parents, who had never liked him since the first day they had met.

But, even more, there was something else driving him to give in and lick out Carla's pussy, and that was his hard, throbbing prick in his pants. As he had sat there looking at Carla's, juicy pussy, his cock had literally raged. The bubbling in his balls made him want to dive right into that hot cunt hole, eating it lustfully, then ram his prick clear up the pussy channel to the end.

And it was that sexual excitement that finally moved him from the chair and dropped him submissively to his knees right in front of the desk. Overhanging the edge was a swampy pussy that demanded action by his mouth. Bill gulped and leaned in, licking out with his tongue, and he began to eat cunt just like he had been told.

"Yes!" Carla hissed as the newlywed man's tongue licked into her pussy slit. Quickly, her hands reached down and looped the belt around his neck and used it to pull him into her cunt. His lips smothered down onto hot pussy flesh as his nose was forced into her cunt hair. She laughed loudly and triumphantly as she knew she had brought another young man to his knees to worship at the fountain of her cunt. As if on order, her pussy hole exploded and gushed a hot stream of juices into his waiting face.

"Eat it, you son of a bitch!" she demanded savagely. "I want you to lick my cunt clean!"

Bill wallowed in surprise. He hadn't really known what to expect. He'd only eaten two pussy holes in his life, including Brenda's reluctant cunt, and he'd never seen a clit as hot and juicy as this. The first time he'd licked pussy had be a the back of a car with the high school whore, and he'd no more gotten his tongue inter slit than she'd wanted to fuck his cock. With Brenda, his new wife had just lain therein their marital bed trembling while her little cunt hole remained totally city. He had softly stroked his tongue around her miniscule clit, but the gentle caress hadn't really seemed to turn her on.

Now this pussy, right here in his boss' office, was as hot as fire against the skin of his face and firing off blasts of cunt juices like a hose. Some of the cunt cream had splashed into his mouth and he'd swallowed it, tasting its acid like flavor. And, each time he slowed down with his tongue, Carla jerked on the belt around his neck, almost cutting off his breath.

Carla's laughter filled the room. She was as pleased as the cat that swallowed the canary. She had forced the young newlywed asshole down onto his knees in submission and she was making him eat out her cunt. She loved the power she had over young, subservient males and already she was building quickly to a roaring cum. Her cunt had a quick trigger with a slave's tongue in her pussy, and she refused to hold herself back.

"Tongue-fuck my cunt hole!" she growled lustily. "Use your tongue like a Goddamn prick!"