Ray Todd - Horny easy daughter

"Jesus Christ," whispered Joan. "That was really a wild fuck."

"You're not shittin'," Bart agreed. "I want some more of that."

"Me, too," giggled the cute girl. "I just wanta fuck and fuck for the next four days."

When Bart left town with Joan, his wife, Marge, was terribly upset about finding the pair of airline tickets. Feeling more and more depressed, she called her divorced friend, Beth Franklin. Unable to hold back her tears, she spilled out the whole story to the woman.

"Don't be so upset, honey," Beth said. "I've been married three times, and there's not a Goddamned man in the world who's worth crying over."

"But I just don't know what to do," sobbed Marge. "I feel so alone."

"Then go out and have your own fling," laughed Beth. "A hard new cock can do wonders for a woman."

"I couldn't do that," sighed Marge. "I've never cheated on Bart in my life."

"Then start doing it," said her friend. "He's having a ball with some broad."

"I wouldn't even know how to go about it," saw a handsome dark-haired gentleman a touch of gray at his temples. "Who's that good-looking man?"

"That's Lorne Walters, the president of Consolidated Enterprises," answered Beth. "He's worth millions. Would you like to meet him?"

"Do you know him?" gasped Marge.

"Casually," her friend answered. "We occasionally run into each other on the cocktail circuit."

"God, yes, I'd like to meet him," said Marge.

"Good evening, Mr. Walters." Beth smiled, leading her friend over to the imposing figure.

"Hello, Beth," he greeted in a resonant voice as he took her hand. "It's so nice to see you again."

"Thank you." The woman smiled, turning to her friend. "I'd like you to meet Marge Cooper, a very dear friend of mine."

"And a very pretty friend," the man said, taking Marge's hand.

A wild excitement raced through her trembling body as he continued holding her hand while his eyes moved slowly down from her lovely face to the soft deep cleavage between her ripe half-exposed tits.

After the shock of finding that her husband was being unfaithful to her, she was thrilled by the way this wealthy handsome man was admiring her. The beautiful redhead was shaking like a leaf when Beth led her away to meet some other people.

As the evening progressed, Marge was very much aware that the handsome man was constantly watching her from across the room. It was terribly thrilling to know that this very important man was paying so much attention to her.

A little later, when Beth momentarily wandered off with a man that she was hoping would get into her pants later, Marge was surprised at the sound of Lorne Walters voice over her shoulder.

"Have you been deserted?" he asked in his deep soft voice.

"Nope, he is over there talking with a friend."

"That's a shame," he teased. "I was hoping you were stranded."

His flattery started her heart pounding wildly with excitement. She couldn't believe that this wealthy man was actually flirting with her.

"How are you enjoying the party?" he asked.

"I love it."

The way his deep dark eyes were looking into hers made it difficult for her to keep her knees from trembling.

"Marge," he said in a soft voice. "You're one of the prettiest women I've ever met."

"Thank you." She smiled, trying to act calm, but feeling a bit embarrassed to be standing all alone with him. The woman was faintly startled when she felt his fingers brush against hers as they stood side by side. Gently taking her hand, he led the beautiful woman out onto the terrace.

"Lovely evening, isn't it?" he sighed, standing close to her as they watched the city lights spread out below them.

"Oh, yes," she whispered. "It's really beautiful."

Without further words, the man moved his arm around her slim waist, gently drawing her closer to him. He could feel the excitement surging through her body as she rested her face against his shoulder. Though she'd never before in her life had a desire to cheat on her husband, she now felt a little trickle of hot cunt juice bubbling out of her tingling pussy slit. Then she felt his hand inching down toward her soft round ass.

"Oh, Mr. Walters," she giggled when his fingers began probing into the quivering crack of her ass, through the thin material of her dress. "That makes me feel all naughty."

"Don't you like to feel naughty?" he whispered, still working his fingers around in the soft flesh between her luscious asscheeks.

"I don't know." She smiled up at him. "It's a funny feeling."

Remembering that her husband was shacking up with some broad, Marge began thinking how much she'd like to be fucked by this handsome man. When he suddenly drew her into his arms, the lovely redhead offered her softly parted lips up to his. She lightly pressed her hot pussy against his groin, feeling his hard cock grinding back at her through his pants.

"Marge," he excitedly whispered. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

The woman could hardly believe this important man actually wanted her to sleep with hum.

"Yes," she answered without a moment of hesitation. "I'd love to."

Excusing herself, Marge quickly found Beth and told her she was leaving with Lorne Walters to spend the night with him.

"Wow," giggled her friend. "It didn't take you long to get into the act."

"I know," said Marge as she turned to leave. "I think he's a wonderful guy."

"So do most other women," laughed Beth.

"Is he married?" Marge suddenly asked.

"Nope," replied her friend. "No woman has ever been able to hook him."

When Marge and the man stepped out of the building, a big black limousine pulled up to the curb as if by magic.

"Will you drop us at the motel, Ben," said Lorne to the driver when they were settled in their seats. "I won't need the car until around ten o'clock in the morning."

"Yes, sir," the chauffeur answered.

"I live in the country," the handsome man explained. "But I maintain a suite at this motel where I sometimes conduct private business meetings away from the office."

After a short drive, they drove up to the discreet rear entrance to the motel. When they entered the man's suite, Marge nervously sat on the edge of a big king-sized bed while the man disappeared into a dressing room. Trembling with excitement, the woman could hardly believe that she was going to be fucked for the first time by someone other than her husband.

A wild thrill shot through her entire body when he came back into the room, wearing a silk dressing gown. Noticing his bare legs and feet, Marge realized he was wearing nothing but the robe, and she tried to visualize how his cock looked.

Walking over to where the beautiful redhead was sitting on the edge of the bed, he gently took her hands and lifted her to a standing position. Reaching down, he took the hem of her dress and drew it up slowly over her head. He smiled with approval at the braless woman standing before him, naked except for her brief little panties.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed and turning the standing woman around to face him. Her big lush tilts and the soft smooth plane of her dimpled tummy were only inches in front of his eyes.

Slipping his fingers through the waistband of her dainty panties, he began rolling them down over the soft globes of her curvaceous ass. When the flimsy undergarment had slithered down her shapely bare legs to her ankles, Marge stepped out of them, and the handsome man cupped the soft cheeks of her ass in his hands. Tenderly drawing her toward him, he covered her pert little navel with his eager lips. His fingers probed and kneaded the soft warm crack of her ass while his tongue licked and bathed her quivering belly.

Marge had never experienced the tenderness she was receiving from this older man. Her body was flaming with anticipation as he picked her up in his arms and spread her out on the bed.