Don Scott - The hottest wife

"Wait a minute, lover," I said, still bouncing on John's prick. "Let me suck you a little bit. We'll need some lubrication or you'll kill me."

Steve moved to the side, his cock aiming straight at my open, hungry mouth. I took his rod right down my throat straight away, chewing on the tender flesh with my lips. I salivated freely, getting the hot prick covered with my spit. As I worked on the tool with my mouth, John squeezed my plump tits, pulling on the little brown nipples.

I pictured myself, as if there were another Amber standing outside my body and watching me. A young married woman, hands tied behind her back, long, wavy hair falling down her back as she humps up and down on a big cock. Her smooth features are twisted, distorted from a second cock which sticks out from her face as she throws her head to and fro along its length. Her tits are being roughly squeezed and she loves it. Low, animal-like moans come from her throat as her lips slide over the cock. She's in heaven, sent there by two men who have tied her up and forced her to service their lusty pricks.

"Fuck me in the ass," I suddenly screamed, driven wild by the image in my mind. "Butt fuck me, Steve! Cornhole me hard, you bastard!" Were those words really coming from my mouth? I couldn't believe it, yet I knew exactly what it was that I wanted.

Steve got behind me again and pushed me down so that my tits mashed against John's heaving chest. I felt his round cockhead push against my bunghole and I relaxed. His tool pushed up my ass, stretching my bunghole pleasantly. It didn't hurt at all to have Steve work his hard tool in my ass. John had opened me up so much when he raped me that Steve's cock felt just big enough to give me pleasure without the pain.

I was stuffed with cock fore and aft. I squirmed between the two heaving, sweating, straining bodies. Their cocks sawed into my pussy and ass as I wriggled my hips from side to side. I kissed John on the lips, working my tongue into his mouth as his stabbing prick rammed up my crease. Steve kissed me on the back of the neck, his hot breath cooling my even hotter flesh.

My hands were crushed under Steve's weight as he bore into me, driving his tool full-length into my ass until his balls flopped against my cock-filled cunt.

"I'm so hot," I hissed, turning my face away from John. He kissed one side of my face as Steve kissed the other, flicking his tongue in my ear.

"Arrrrrggggghhhhh!" Steve groaned, biting my ear as jets, of his boiling cum shot up my ass. "Fuuuuuck!" His prick stabbed into me as he pushed me down harder against John's cock. My clit, forced to rub against John, exploded and I, too, screamed out obscenities as I climaxed.

"Here it is, cunt." John whispered in my ear as his massive balls pumped his spunk in my tight, juicy twat. His long cock expanded to an even greater size as he filled my cunt with jism that warmed my insides.

"So… so fucking good," I panted, resting my cheek against John's. "I've never cum that hard in my life. Never before have I cum that hard. The two of you are the greatest. The greatest fuckers in the whole world."

We stayed there on the floor with me sandwiched between them. Steve started to groan and pumped his cock into my ass a few more times.

"No, don't get off me," I whispered. "Don't take your prick out of my ass. I want it there. It feels so good, too good to take it out of me."

After several minutes Steve finally got off me and I rolled off John, releasing his limp rod from my pussy. John got on his knees near my face and grabbed a handful of hair.

"Suck it, cunt! Clean my cock," he said, jerking my head up by the hair.

"Owww! I'll suck your cock," I said, "just don't pull my…" John cut me short by stuffing his limp prick in my mouth. His fleshy tool tasted tart with that unforgettable combination of cuntjuice and spunk. I took his rod down my throat, sucking hard, pleased when I drew a final drop of cream. John pulled my head back and forth along his shaft a couple times, then pushed me off his cock and stood up.

"Now me," Steve said, waving his prick in front of my face.

"No, Stevie, it's been in my ass."

"If you want the bitch to suck your cock," John told Steve, "just make her do it. What the fuck can she do to stop you with her hands tied?"

"Hey, that's right." Steve straddled my head and touched the tip of his cock to my lips. It was futile to try and stop him, so I licked his cock clean without another word. His cock did taste a little weird, but nothing terribly bad and that surprised me. When his cock was clean of everything but a little bit of my spit, he got up and started to dress.

"Someone untie me," I said, getting up to my knees.

John and Steve joked around a while, saying they weren't going to untie me. Finally I promised to suck both their cocks and fuck them crazy at a later date. When they left I hardly had time to get dressed for work.

The afterglow of getting fucked by two men at once only lasted about four hours. After that, I was walking around the hospital horny as hell, looking for some patient to suck off. When the head nurse told me that I had a message at the desk, I hoped it was a note from Bruce, saying he just had to fuck me. Surprisingly, it was a note from my father, saying that he was in town for the day. I quickly called the number he left, not really knowing why I was so excited.

"Hello, Daddy," I said into the receiver, grinning from ear to ear. "It's your little girl!"

"Baby! I'm in town for the night and I was wondering if you'd like to have supper with, your old man. Bring Jeff along and we'll have a great time."

"Daddy, I'd love to have supper with you, but Jeff has to work late tonight."

"Can I get a rain check then?"

"We don't have to drop the dinner altogether, Daddy. Just you and I will go and we'll have a great time."

"What time should I pick you up? Maybe at the hospital?"

"Shouldn't I get out of my uniform first?"

"Don't worry about it," Daddy said with a chuckle. "People will thing that you're my personal nurse. Hell, an old man like me probably should have one."

"Now Daddy, don't talk like that! You're in excellent shape!"

We talked like that for some time, Daddy always being critical of himself and me always defending him. Finally we decided on a time and I found myself walking away from the telephone with the strangest tingling in my twat.

I told Jeff that I had to talk to my father about my mother and Jeff said he wouldn't mind if dinner was late. Family obligations, he said, were very important and should be carefully maintained.

It seemed to take forever for my shift to end, then I dashed out of the hospital just as Daddy was pulling into the short-term parking lot.

Daddy looked as good as ever. Still in his late forties, his wavy hair was thinning just a little bit on top. He worked out every day and his stomach had just the slightest hint of flab under his vest. My father never wears anything but three-piece suits and he wears them without seeming like a stuffy character.

"Daddy!" I shrieked, jumping into the car next to him. He kissed me on the lips lightly, but I pulled him close and we kissed longer than we ever have before. Finally he pushed me away, embarrassment showing in his face, and headed out of the parking lot.

"I thought we might eat at my hotel," he said. "They have a very fine restaurant there."

"That's fine with me," I said, sliding over in the seat to sit so close that my hip touched his. Daddy was, no doubt, uncomfortable with me sitting so close. I, however, had every intent of seducing him before the night was over. In a way he reminded me of Jeff – untouchable. That made me want his cock all the more.

Before long Daddy and I were sitting in a corner booth, sipping red wine and saying a thousand times how good it is to see the other. Finally we ordered our food and ate quietly. As we sipped more after-dinner wine, I slid over in the bench seat to sit next to Daddy.