Mark Carver: The naked deal

"You do your job, I'll do mine," Jack said. "Now split."

In the doorway, Sally paused to stare at him. She hated having to hook again, to sell her lush body, but they really needed the money this time, for the gambling stake. Still, she couldn't control the jealousy seething in her blood.

"Just do me one favor, will you?" she told him sharply. "Just before you split with her to the warehouse, fuck her one more time. In the ass! And shove home every hot long inch, Jack, for me."

She went out the door with a slam.

"Oh God," Carol Shaw moaned ten minutes later, trembling wildly from head to toe as she flung herself passionately on Jack's naked body. "Oh Lord, I'm so terribly aroused!" She began smothering him with kisses, the fierce tingle in her cunt spreading rapidly outward through her loins like a prairie fire. The sight of his muscled naked body and huge cock triggered a violent lust in her. "Missed you," she moaned, squirming her soaked cunt frantically to his rising cock. "Went crazy thinking about you, honey, oh, Jack when we getting married?"

Her pussy was throbbing and sucking madly now, soaking her panties as Jack slid his hands up beneath her dress and squeezed her asscheeks. And in spite of her suffocating kisses, his prick was hot and ready now, urgently pounding. The blonde was sobbing and shuddering as if she were coming already. She crushed her swollen tits feverishly into his chest and rubbed her hands deliriously over his broad shoulders.

"It's too hot and sticky this way," Jack rasped. "Let's take a shower, Carol."

"Yes! Oh Jack, give it to me in the shower!"

He couldn't repress a grin as she climbed off his naked body and unzipped her dress, her huge tit-mounds heaving, her blue eyes blazing as they honed in on his long red cock and swollen balls. She still hadn't worked up the nerve to use the word fuck, he thought dryly. And again he was amazed at the change in her when she unpinned her long blonde hair, took off her thick glasses – the lenses were practically binoculars – and stripped naked.

Carol Shaw was a farmer's daughter, with a rosy complexion, sun-bleached hair and twenty pounds of smooth baby fat still clinging to her flesh. She didn't look her twenty-nine years at all. Her massive creamy breasts thrust out in pink-tipped mounds, sloping down to a surprisingly narrow waist, plump hips and smooth silky thighs. Her curly golden nest of cunt-hairs was drenched with her hot juices, and Carol trembled fiercely as Jack got off the bed and guided her to the shower by stroking her heavily curved ass and pushing gently. She grabbed his surging rod in her warm fist as they stood outside the shower while he adjusted the spray.

"This is my first time in the shower, darling," she whispered, licking her lips. She thrilled at his immense hot prick throbbing in her fingers. "My first time!"

"We'll have plenty of 'em, baby," he said smoothly, grinning his easy smile down at her. Poor kid, he thought, if she only knew…

They stepped inside, under the cool spray and Jack picked up a bar of soap and began sudsing her heaving tits as she faced him. He gently rolled the fat nipples in his fingers until she threw her head back and shuddered and moaned. She clung to his long cock with both hands now, jerking and stroking, teasing her trembling cuntlips with delicious thrills. She screamed softly as his fingers dipped down and rubbed soap over her pussy-flesh, darting inside the juicy heat for a moment to tease her.

"Oh Jack! Jack! I could come right now, honey ooohh!"

She's so hot she's ready to explode, he thought. Christ, what a difference the last few days have made in hr appearance! She would be fabulous if she lost a few pounds and threw her ugly glasses away – a stunner in fact. His wife was right for being jealous. And Carol wasn't really dumb at all just a naive girl, a simple mind and heart – and a fantastically juicy hot cunt.

With a deep moan, Carol suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him and rammed four inches of his burning prick into her mouth. She began sucking in a frenzy of uncontrolled excitement, battering her throat with his boiling knob, jerking his rod in her fist, aching for the taste of his gushing jism. Groaning, Jack cupped her head in his hands and began fucking her in the mouth under the cool spray. She was wasting her time trying to make him come in her mouth, because his stamina was his best point. He could screw for an hour if he really wanted to, letting a woman come again and again until she was heaving deliriously and screaming her lungs out. No matter what they all said about that bullshit called love, he thought sarcastically, it all boiled down to a big stiff cock that pounded in their sucking pussies until they fainted with joy. Then after they came a dozen times in a row they got all mushy-eyed and called it love, because their cunts were tingling with so much happiness they didn't know what else to call it.

"Ahhh, that's good, Carol, hey, that's good, honey!" he gasped, clutching her head firmly as he fucked her wildly whipping lips to a steady rhythm. She was crying and jerking his cock furiously in her hunger for his cream, but all she was really accomplishing was exciting herself to a frenzied pitch. What the hell, Jack thought, let the poor kid enjoy herself while she could. After tonight, she'd have nothing but memories anyway.

Actually, she was giving him a fairly good blowjob. Nothing to compare with his own wife's expert and experienced mouth, but she got an A for sheer effort. She was learning a few tricks now too, whirling her long tongue around the head of his big dick, ripping her teeth gently along the surface of his meat, carefully squeezing his balls as she'd sucked. Jack had had so many girls and women lavish eager blowjobs on him, he was beyond being impressed. But it was his own wife, Sally, who could give him the most artistic, diabolically thrilling blowjob in creation. She was also the hottest, wildest piece he'd ever had, working her searing cunt on his long prick like blazing velvet glove – wheedling, coaxing, sucking his jism out of him faster than any woman ever had. It was really the only reason he'd married Sally. That, plus the fact that she supported him with her sexy body when times got tough – or when Jack got lazy, which was all too often.

But his plan would fix all that, once and for all. No more hustling for either of them after this caper. Easy Street was just around the corner, and the thought so cheered him he almost felt like giving the blonde on her knees before him a break and shooting off in her anxious hot mouth. Jesus, she really wanted it now! She was moaning fiercely and sucking his huge rod in a fury of lust, bobbing her head up and down, then whipping it from side to side, using her tongue like a whip of mad passion on his knob. But then the cold business part of him took over and he decided to hell with that kind of generosity. In the first place, he had to keep his wife satisfied and if she didn't get it twice a day, in either her mouth, pussy or ass, she became frantic. And in order to ensure that the blonde kept her mouth shut for the next two crucial weeks he would have to fuck her until she was raving with happiness, which meant two solid hours right there.

So he might as well get started now.

He tugged at her armpits. "Come on, Carol – stand, honey. Gonna give it to you where it really feels wild, baby. Come on – hey, come on, for Chrissake!"

She clung to his prick with her mouth as if it were the last one in the world, but he finally managed to get her to stand up. He whirled her around so she was facing the tiled shower wall. He had to remind himself in his furious impatience that even though she was twenty-nine she didn't know a Goddamn thing about screwing. In fact, he'd just gotten her cherry two days ago, which was at least half the reason she was so crazy about him now. And why she was willing to do what had to be done tonight for the caper.