Mark Carver: The naked deal

Gritting his teeth, Jack continued his relentless fucking, playing with her heaving tits all the while. Damned if her juicy little cunt wasn't getting to him! She was whipping and thrashing her slippery crack furiously on his rod now, sending sharp tingles of excitement up his spine. And each time he pumped forward, she rubbed her big soaked asscheeks against his crotch, teasing the fierce knot of jism in his loins. Jesus, he'd have to fuck her in her gorgeous ass before he was through with her or go crazy thinking about it – and her luscious tits too, if he had the time. Everywhere if he had the time.

"Hey, wow, shit!" Jack suddenly gasped, realizing he was losing his tight control. Her pussy was a wild sucking machine, squirming on his big cock with a lustful fury all its own, juicy and boiling and electrifying as it hugged and squeezed and whipped its slippery silken heat. "Hey Carol mmmmmmm! Shit, honey oh! G-Goddamn that's good! Mmmmmm! Cunt! Hey, baby, your cunt is… wheeeeeeew! F-fantastic!"

Words like those had always filled the blonde with a secret shudder of revulsion, whenever and wherever she'd heard them. They were dirty, like sex. Only now that she'd discovered the profound and unforgettable thrills of sex, and coming from the man she loved so wildly, they sparked her lust to an intense pitch.

"Yeesss! Oh Jack fuck me, darling, love your prick! OOooow love fucking you aaaaagh! Shoot it in, gimme your come, going crazy EEEEE! Gimme your hot cum!"

With a shuddering spasm, her luscious tight cunt gripped his pounding rod. Jack felt the final shred of his control slip away. Now he fucked her brutally, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder, ramming as deep into her burning slit as he could, squeezing her hot wet tits lustfully in his fingers as his cream burst out in long, violent spurts.

"G-g-god!" Carol screamed, wriggling with frantic bliss as the boiling jism stung her madly throbbing cunt. "N-N-Never stop fucking me Jack! Ooooh, I love your prick, oh honey, honey fuck me everywhere tonight! E-Everywhere!"

For a solid minute Jack gushed into her blazing pussy while he slid one hand down to rub his finger against her swollen silk-bud. Again she screamed and shuddered in convulsions, hugging his bursting rod so tightly in her molten slit he winced in pain. He'd long ago learned his sleek, handsome looks weren't enough to really lock up a woman. There were plenty of good-looking hustlers around. You had to back it up with proof, with a thorough, passionately fulfilling fuck. And if he'd ever had a victim locked up securely, it was the blonde bookkeeper for the gambling supply company. And that's why she was going to put the guard out for a couple of hours tonight. And let him into the warehouse, just long enough for the execution of the first step in his plan.

Finally, he sagged against her trembling flesh, his prick limp, his chest heaving for breath. He was furious with himself for losing control like that. Not that he couldn't get it up again for her – hell, he could get it up five times a day when it came to business, especially where money like this was concerned – but because he'd let a country hick like this blonde shatter his precious control.

And he couldn't help it because her cunt was so Goddamned hot and juicy and wild and eager, like a teenage. And why not? She'd only lost her cherry to him a couple of days ago. It was a point of pride with Jack that he had to outdo every other stud in the world, and the prospect of ruffling Carol for any other man she might meet drove him to give her the fuck of her life. It never occurred to the sleek hustler that he might push his point too far, and that his sex-prowess might boomerang on him with devastating results.

They dried each other down and went back to the stuffy bedroom. Jack sprawled back on the bed with a cigarette while Carol leaned on her elbow next to him, staring down into his eyes intensely. He stirred uneasily. Sometimes she gave him the creeps when she looked at him like that, her eyes shining on him with such fierce passion, like she would eat him alive if he dozed off. Hell, he'd had chicks crazy about him before, but there were depths in the gleaming blue eyes of this one that sent faint prickles of fear tripping up his spine. Jack knew from bitter experience that you could get a woman so crazy about you, they went crazy period. His wife was like that. So was this one, only more so, because she'd just lost her cherry to him after a lifetime of frustration.

"Why can't I come with you to Reno?" Carol asked him softly.

He held his temper in. "Goddamnit, I told you, angel, because I have to do this alone. That's no place for you. You do exactly as I tell you, stay with Apex until I send for you. Then we'll get married, honeymoon in Acapulco, and be on Easy Street for a hell of a long time."

"Two weeks is such a terribly long time, Jack," she whispered, stroking his soft cock with loving hot fingers. "I'd go crazy without you, if I didn't know we were going to be married soon. It's all so… so strange, like a story in a book. Sometimes I think I'm dreaming, Jack."

There was that weird look in her eyes again, he thought with a faint shiver. Jesus, was he glad he wasn't going to be around Omaha two weeks from now! She looked as if she were about to smother him with kisses again, so he quickly stubbed out his cigarette and pushed her gently back on the bed. Maybe if he ate her lust-crazed pussy for a while she'd shut up. They still had two hours to kill, so he might as well give her something to remember him by. It would be a brand new thrill for her anyway, so he might as well give her a head-job she wouldn't forget.

"Oooooh, Jack," she moaned happily as be began by sucking on her milk-white tits. He clutched a heavy, silken mound in his fingers and worked his mouth on the engorged nipple, teasing it with his teeth until she was gasping. Then he kissed and sucked the other hot tit, until Carol's cunt was pulsating feverishly, oozing her honey in gushes.

"Mmmm, nmmm," she sobbed, spreading her drenched thighs wide as he worked his mouth down over her softly rounded belly. Carol closed her eyes tightly and waited, holding her breath. She didn't really know what to expect. When she went down on his massive rod it excited her tremendously, so he assumed he was doing it to excite himself. Such was her innocence even at twenty-nine.

Jack paused between her creamy thighs. He grasped a silky asscheek in each hand and lifted her ass off the mattress. Her pussy looked juicy and delectable, the tiny pink cuntlips throbbing before his eyes, her heavy ass weaving impatiently in his hands. He blew a gentle cooling breeze on her steaming pussy and Carol sobbed.

It was at that fateful moment Jack had a sudden premonition he shouldn't eat her, a stirring of alarm in the back of his mind. She was already crazy about him. Hell, he'd fucked her so thoroughly she was already hooked on him like a parasite, so why bait her any further? Experience had taught the hustler that once you really ate a woman's pussy out when she was hung up on you, you could be asking for deep trouble.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! He remembered.

"Oh Jack, Jack, I'm so hot, honey! Oh please do something quick, I'm burning up I'munnnh? Unnnng? Aaaargh! Oh! God! Oh Jeeeeesus b-b-beautiful! Eeeee!"

The wildest, most ferociously thrilling fire shot up Carol's succulent crack the moment Jack whipped his tongue into her blazing cunt, a sensation so breathtaking and shattering the blonde could only arch her back and scream. She shook her head from side to side as tears gushed from her eyes, her heels digging fiercely into the mattress. She sank her sharp fingernails into his shoulders and slammed her stinging slit furiously to his devouring mouth, her screams becoming louder and longer with each devastating thrill.