J Watson - The wife_s wild urge

"That's true," he said, "but we still can't make a loan without a proper collateral."

Lynn felt like crying, but the door was open and she could hear other people moving about in the outer offices. She didn't want to be seen behaving like a foolish woman. After all, she had known what the answer was going to be even before she talked to this man. She had gotten the little piece of paper in the mail that said her loan had been refused. But she'd had to try. She didn't know what else to do.

She'd met this banker many times in the past. She'd always resented the way he looked over her each time, undressing her with his eyes. Today she'd hoped to put his interest in her to good advantage. She'd dressed in a baby-blue clinging outfit that showed her body off to good advantage. Every time she crossed her legs she knew she was giving him a teasing glimpse of creamy thighs.

But it hadn't done any good. He was still interested in her form but he wasn't going to give her the loan.

"May I shut the door, Mr. Smith?" she asked him. "I'd like to talk over some private matters."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Of course."

He watched as she got up to shut the door. He was enjoying himself immensely. She had been in the small city bank many times, but she'd never looked so delicious. In the past she had called him by his first name, but there was a coolness in her tone. He had known she hadn't liked him. Today he was making her pay for being such a chilly bitch.

She sat back down and crossed her legs again. She was wearing a damn short skirt and he liked the view. He leaned back in his chair. She had dressed for him, and now he was wondering just how far she'd go to get the loan.

"What did you want to talk about?" he asked her.

"I need that loan very badly, Mr. Smith," she said. "You don't know how badly."

"And I'd like to give it to you," he lied, "but my hands are really tied."

"I thought I could do something for you," she said, "some favor, perhaps?"

So there it was. She was sitting there showing herself off because she wanted something from him. She was willing to do him favors. Well, he might be willing to take a favor if it was the right kind.

"What kind of favors?" he asked.

"I could do anything," she said. "I do need that loan. Couldn't you think of something, some work perhaps?"

"We don't need anyone in the bank," he said, "but I can think of something you could do."

"Yes?"

"You could suck my dick for starters!"

She turned a little red. He wondered if he had been wrong. Maybe that wasn't what she was offering. He had never gone this far with a woman before. Sure, he'd had a little fun with some of them. But he had never promised to approve a loan just for a little sex.

Finally she raised her head and stared at him. "Do you want me to do it here?"

He grinned. He could feel his cock harden. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. Sure, he'd messed around with some of the clients. He'd gotten a free feel and a promise every now and then, but it had never been anything serious. And it had never been with a woman as good looking as Lynn Nobles.

"You really mean that?" he asked. "You want the loan bad enough to suck my cock and give me a fuck?"

"Anything you want," she answered.

"Lock that door," he told her. "It locks easy."

She got up and clicked it shut. He could see the wiggle of her beautiful ass underneath the short skirt she wore. Damn, he felt like a horny teen-age boy getting his first piece of ass. His prick was trying to break out of his trousers.

"Come around here," he said.

She walked around his big desk and stood in front of him. He took a really good look at her. She was a great looking bitch. All that black hair and those big, jutting tits.

"Take your blouse off," he told her. "Show me your tits."

This was the moment of decision. He knew she might change her mind and walk out the door. He hoped to hell she wouldn't. He was willing to give her a loan for twice as much money if she would just stay.

She started undoing the buttons of her blouse.

"You were always such a big snobby bitch," he told her. "You wouldn't even look at me without showing disgust in your eyes. How does it feel, sugar? How does it feel to know you're going to give me some of that wet gash?"

She didn't answer but he didn't expect her to. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. There was nothing padded about her big tits. She wasn't wearing a bra and those big creamy globes jutted out like tiny twin mountains. He put his hands on them. He could see her wince as he ran his fat fingers over the hot flesh.

"You don't like me touching you, bitch?" he asked her. "Hell, I already know the answer to that. You can't stand me. Well, that just makes it sweeter."

He put his arms around her waist and he pulled her against him. He put his lips against one of her tits. He felt the creamy hot flesh under his tongue. She wiggled and he knew that she liked the touch of his lips. He opened his mouth and he sucked one hard brown nipple into his mouth. She might hate his guts but she liked the way he sucked.

He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. He bit with gentleness. She moaned and wiggled and he could tell that he was really setting her on fire. It didn't matter that he was fat and ugly, or that he was blackmailing her into giving him what he wanted. He was a man and she was the kind of woman who liked a man's touch.

"You hate me," he told her. "You hate me, but you've got a hot box and you can't help loving it."

"Yesss," she admitted.

He pushed her back. "Now strip off all the rest of it. I want to see you stark naked. I want to see what I'm getting for my loan."

She was trembling as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was so damn good looking. She had on a pair of very flimsy blue panties. He loved the way her black pubic hairs curled out from the edges of the panties.

"Take off the panties," he told her. "Get naked!"

He sensed her hesitation. Her panties were her last protection against assault. But finally she peeled them down her legs and kicked them off. This was the way he had often dreamed he would have Lynn. Completely naked. Her black furry bush was everything he had imagined it would be.

"I like a woman with a lot of cunt hair," he told her. "Turn around slowly and show me your pretty ass."

She turned as he commanded. Her pretty ass was round and shapely, not at all like his wife at home. Lynn needed no girdle or clothes to make her look good. Everything about her was natural.

"You're a gorgeous piece of ass," he told her. "Come close again and let me suck on them tits."

She stepped close to him once more. He put his fat hands on her pretty ass and he made her come closer. He brushed his lips against her hard brown nipples. He wondered if she was tingling all over the way he was. He had never been so close to such a beautiful woman before. Lynn was a classy piece. He'd never thought he would get the opportunity to suck on flesh as sweet as hers.

"You don't look so proud anymore," he told her. "Now you're just another naked cunt!"

"Yes," she said, trembling.

"You're going to do anything I want you to do," he said. "Anything at all."

"Yes," she answered again.

"Then get down on your hands and knees, cunt," he told her. "I want to feel your sweet mouth on my prick."

She went down on her knees in front of him. He spread his fat legs and she went between them. She put her hand on his cock. He felt the searing heat of her fingers through his trousers. He put his fat hand on top of hers and made her press harder. His prick felt like it was going to jump right out of his trousers. He saw her licking her lips, but it wasn't because she was looking forward to what she was about to do. He knew it was because she was nervous. The thought that he was forcing this beautiful woman to suck his cock made him all the more excited. It was almost like rape. He was going to stuff his meaty sausage into her mouth and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.