Donna Allen: Ever horny wife

She knew what he was saying. Dustin had made it very clear. She gazed up at him and smiled.

"I understand exactly what you're saying and I want the job."

With a slight nod, he walked over to the door. He snapped the lock and turned back to face her. Then very calmly and methodically he removed his jacket and opened his fly.

"Get on your knees," he said.

She had his cock out in a matter of mounts. She crouched between his legs and took his cockhead in her mouth.

"You'll go far here if you want to. Full-time or part-time. Keep sucking right there. As I was saying, you'll go far here."

She slid her lips halfway down his limp cock shaft. When he told her to take it all in, she quickly complied.

"When it's hard, you won't be able to take it so easily. You know how to get it hard, don't you?"

He thrust in and out of her mouth for a moment, chuckling softly as she struggled to breathe. She formed a ring of her lips and covered her teeth. Then she used her mouth like a cunt and fucked his cock.

She sucked him for what seemed like an hour. It was actually about ten minutes. Finally his prick was rigid and he pushed her away.

"Good mouth," he said smoothly. "I don't have much time. Bend over that chair and we'll take your panties down. Let's have a look at your cunt."

Turned on by the sucking, her pussy oozing with lubrication, she did as he said. When she was bent over the arm of the chair, he moved behind her and yanked her panties down to reveal her asscheeks.

"I love seeing a woman this way," he said, squeezing her ass and prying her cheeks open. She craned her neck and gazed back at him with surprise when he knelt down and began kissing her ass.

"Tastes good," he said, working his tongue into her asscrack and licking her assbud.

He continued licking her asscrack, but he used a finger to poke around her asshole. Her legs were spread wide, her high heels digging into the rug. She had trouble keeping her balance, she was so turned on.

"You're going to work out just fine," he said, rising up and rubbing his cock against her ass. "Feel how hard my cock is? It's all for you. I've got ten minutes before my meeting. Where do you want it?"

"Wherever you want to put it," she said boldly.

She moaned when he moved his prick up and down her ass crease. He wet his cocktip down with her cuntjuice and moved it back to her asshole.

"I prefer assfucking," he said. "But don't worry. I won't hurt you." As he spoke he loosened up her asshole with his fingers.

Another ass man, Melanie thought. Well, why not? I've always enjoyed it.

She hung onto the chair and held her breath as he shoved his prick into her shitter. It was months since she'd had a cock up her ass and it felt good.

"Three days a week, you say?" he said, lunging in and filling her shit-chute with his cock.

"Yes," she gasped, clinging to the arm of the chair.

"What a sweet ass," he said, holding her hips and thrusting. "We'll have a good time. You'll see. By the way. Don't wear panties any more. I want to be able to get to you quickly."

Melanie worked for Porter Lang for three weeks and then quit her job. Everything was going well until he asked her to fuck two of his clients while several top executives watched. She knew then advertising wasn't for her.

One afternoon when she was out shopping she ran into Walter Philips. He greeted her warmly.

"You look as lovely as ever," he said. "Did you ever find a job?"

She brought him up to date without mentioning why she'd left the agency. She was pleased to see him. She would never forget the man who had been her first lover since her marriage.

When Walter told her he was on his way home, he asked her to join him. Since she had nothing better to do she agreed.

"On days when I get home early Polly always fixes an elaborate tea," he said.

Melanie knew Polly was his wife. For some reason she was startled to hear his wife would be home.

"I think about you a lot," he said then. "Then why haven't I heard from you?" He frowned. "Polly becomes very demanding when she thinks there's someone else. If you came home with me and meet her she won't suspect anything's going on between us. What I mean is, then we can see each other occasionally."

"To tell you the truth, I'm confused." He sighed deeply. "I know it's hard to understand. But you'll see. Polly can be very charming. It's when we're alone that she becomes another person."

Melanie was smart enough to know he was spouting bullshit, but she went along with him. If he got his kicks out of bringing his mistresses home with him, it was all right with her.

"Anyway," he said, "I've told Polly all about you," he said.

"You have?"

"She likes to hear about my work. She gets so bored at home, poor dear. You'll see when you have children. So I try and keep her amused with my own career."

Melanie detected a strange look in his eyes. She was almost sorry she'd agreed to go home with him for tea. She hated tea. And anyway Polly was probably a dried up old prune who talked about nothing but baby formulas and diapers.

"Polly will like you," Walter said.

"What makes you think so?"

"Before we were married she went to art school. You're so pretty and she has an artist's eye for beauty."

They continued chatting about Polly and the children on the drive to the Philips home. When they arrived, Melanie was surprised to find herself introduced to a stunning redhead with a shapely figure.

"So you're Walter's latest," Polly said, extending her hand. "I'm the wicked witch of the west, in case you haven't guessed."

"Polly, behave yourself," Walter grinned. "Well, this one's lovely," Polly said, eyeing Melanie. She patted the sofa cushion next to her. "Sit down and tell me what Walter's been telling you about me. He changes his story with everyone."

Melanie was slightly confused. So this was the woman Walter was stuck with because of the children. She was not only gorgeous, but she was built like a movie star. She looked about as maternal as a magazine centerfold.

"Well, I was expecting someone a little different," Melanie admitted.

The elaborate tea turned out to be cocktails and caviar. Polly was more than friendly. She all but ignored her husband as she directed her remarks to Melanie.

"You're married, of course?" Polly said.

Melanie nodded. "Very much so."

Polly touched her hand. "I know what you mean. Walter, why don't you go out to play."

Walter giggled. "Oh, Polly."

Melanie finally realized they were playing a game and soon it was clear that she was some sort of participant. Polly took every opportunity to touch her hand or arm or thigh. Once her fingers even grazed Melanie's tits.

At first Melanie backed away, but soon, as she realized what they were up to, she decided to go along with them. Besides, she was horny. She'd never had any sexual contact with a woman. It might be a kick.

She recalled the lovely fuck with Walter in his office at the school. Was everything he said a lie? Was it all a cover for his kinkiness?

Her reverie was interrupted by Polly's hands. They were all over her now, openly stroking and caressing.

Melanie felt hot and wet between her legs. Whatever the couple were attempting, it was working. She was getting turned on.

As they were sipping fresh cocktails, Polly turned on the record player. Melanie flinched when Polly pulled her to her feet. She had never danced with another woman and it wasn't long before she found herself involved in more than dancing.

Polly was an exciting dancer. She moved like a stripper, gyrating her ass and shaking her tits to the beat of the musk.

They kept refilling Melanie's glass. After a half hour of dancing with Polly, pausing only to drink more champagne cocktail, Melanie trembled with excitement and anticipation.