Robert Vickers: Tied up wife

She really got into the face fucking. His prick split her lips wide and drove toward the back of her mouth. She didn't allow him to go all the way down her throat this time. Her tongue controlled him perfectly.

She used that rough, wet flail to make certain that he wasn't going to choke her at the wrong time. She didn't mind swallowing him whole. She just didn't want him to do it at his convenience. She wanted to be ready for it when his prick descended into her throat.

The pink tongue swirled with an erotic fury that few men have ever known. It lightly touched on the underside of his prick, then drove mercilessly into his piss-slit. They both knew it wasn't possible to shove her tongue down that pin-prick-sized hole. That didn't matter. Trying was enough to give them both a big thrill of sexual electricity.

Her mouth churned around the man's cock until they were both breathing heavily. Her hot wind gusted out and through the thick bush surrounding his balls. Every little whisper of breath made him that much more aware of what was going on.

She felt his cock give a tell-tale jerk. Her tongue flashed to the end of his prick. Beaded there was a bitter drop of pre-cum. She licked it off and savored its tangy flavor. Even batter was to come.

A torrent of creamy white jism was on its way!

Sucking with all her might she felt his cock begin to swell even more. She hadn't thought it possible, but it happened. Her lips were strained to the breaking point when a fountain of pearly come blasted into her mouth.

She quickly pressed her tongue over the end of his spewing cock. She didn't want to miss a singe drop of that precious seed.

The salty taste thrilled her more than she cared to admit. She was the one responsible for this outpouring of jism. She had sucked his prick until he was no longer able to keep control. And she savored the taste treat she had brought on.

The gallons of come filled her mouth. She swallowed, then swallowed again. And it was all over. No more came from the end of his prick. Sucking as hard as she could failed to produce any more. She had milked his balls dry of their creamy load.

"S-see you next w-week, Mr. H-Hunt," the dentist stammered.

"You better see a doctor, Doctor," the man said, irate. "That hay fever of yours is turning you into a very nervous man."

"Right. Thanks. I will."

Diane scooted out of the room before the patient got to his feet. Paul self-consciously pulled his tunic back down over his fly. He didn't want the departing man to see his limp prick dangling out of his pants.

Diane leaned against the wall in the next room and came close to laughing. It was so easy to keep the dentist happy – and under her thumb. Too easy.

It was a good thing Matt wasn't like that.

Diane hurried to Matt in the sidewalk cafe. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly.

In return, he put his strong arms around her waist and spun her in a wide circle. "God, it's only been a couple hours since I saw you and it seems like a year!"

"The same! I've missed you!" She kissed him again to let him know just how much she had missed him. Her lips parted and her tongue came fluttering out to grapple with his.

For a moment, the world stopped around them.

They were locked in each other's arms and that was all that mattered. They were both panting with excitement. She felt his prick rising between their close-pressed bodies.

He would have fucked her right there, in public, if she had given him the chance. He was that hot for her.

She kicked him in the shin. "That's for starting something you can't finish!"

"Ouch. But you're right. We could get arrested if I did finish what you started."

"Arrested for what?" she teased.

"Hmmm, giving a public performance without the proper permit," he answered. "But I'm hungry. And for some food, too."

She laughed. It was so good being with Matt again. She took hold of his powerful arm and let him guide her through the maze of tables to one secluded at the edge of the building.

"Reserved and for us," he told her. "Because, my dear, I have plans for this lunch."

"Plans? Like what?"

"Come closer and I'll show you."

"Sounds good so far."

She shoved her tits firmly against his chest. Then she began wiggling back and forth enough to stimulate them. She sighed in reaction. Her nipples were taut and felt as if they would explode at any moment. Excited blood had rushed into her tits, expanding them to the breaking point.

Rubbing against her lover made her even more aware of how much she needed his strength, his masculinity to guide her through this complex modern world. He was a pillar of strength to depend on. He wouldn't let her down – ever.

And then she felt his fingers squeezing her asscheeks. She moved a bit closer. This was deliciously sinful. Him fondling her ass in public!

And then his hands burrowed under her uniform skirt. She tried to stop him, but his embrace was too strong. She buried her face in his chest and wondered what he was up to. She could still feel his cock pulsing strongly between them. Whatever it was, it excited him immensely.

Then she got excited, too.

His fingers looped under the elastic band of her panties. He began tugging on the flimsy underwear until he had it pulled down over the flare of her ample ass. Then he quickly shoved the fabric down her slender legs!

"Kick them away," he ordered.

"No! Wait, Matt, this is…"

"Do it!"

She did it. She didn't want to sit there in the hard metal chair with only her stiffly starched uniform between her and coldness, but it didn't seem she had any choice.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a low, husky voice.

"Shut up and sit down. Here comes the waitress with the menus."

Diane did as she was told. The metal chair seemed even colder to her, but that was all in her mind. She kept telling herself that it was purely psychological that she felt more uncomfortable now than before. Those flimsy panties were hardly any protection against anything. But they did cover her naked snatch.

Now she had to be careful crossing her legs so as not to expose her nakedness to any casual passerby.

She realized this was why Matt had done this to her. It was his way of showing her he could protect her against anything. With him, she was safe. She hoped.

"What'll it be today?" asked the waitress.

Diane vaguely heard Matt give his order, then he said, "What will you have, honey?"

As she opened her mouth to answer, she felt the instep of a foot working up between her thighs. Matt's foot was stroking and fondling her leg under the table.

"I, uh, I'll, ohhhh!"

She gasped as his big toe rammed into her cunt-lips. He began toe-fucking her under the table.

She didn't dare let on that anything was happening. "Anything the matter?" asked the waitress. She didn't want a customer to pass out on her table.

"N-no, I – just that t-time of month!" Diane blurted. She felt the foot stroking against the softness of her inner thigh. She hated Matt for doing this to her. Rut she realized there was nothing she could do about it. She was held prisoner by the very absurdity of what he was doing to her.

"Humph. Yeah, okay, so order. I got other tables, you know."

Diane ordered and she couldn't even remember what. Matt's educated foot had found her clit and was stimulating it. She felt a bolt of sexual electricity blast into her belly as his toe began diddling her.

He had found her clit and was now rolling the tiny nubbin around like a marble. He pushed it to one side, let it spring back erect, then moved it in the other direction.

She was gasping and red in the face when the waitress returned with their order.

"Honey, you are going to have to see a doctor about these attacks," Matt told her as soon as the waitress was in earshot.