Donna Allen - Hard up wife

When Arthur offered her a drink, Leona chose bourbon and water in order to get high as soon as possible. Bourbon always made her feel a little crazy, even after the first drink.

They sat facing each other in Arthur's cozily furnished living room, talking trivia and getting acquainted. Leona gradually felt more at ease, but she blushed each time Arthur looked at her legs. He seemed like such an ordinary man, like some of the pleasant men she knew at work, yet she would soon open her thighs to his mouth, something she had done with no other man except her husband, and then only once.

Arthur finally began talking about sex, or at least a particular aspect of sex-eating pussy.

"Most women love it," he said, "but they can't find a man who does it the way it should be done. You're married, aren't you?"

Leona hesitated a moment, but then she decided it would be stupid to hide the fact that she was married. Arthur Baines looked perfectly harmless. "Yes, I'm married," she said.

Arthur nodded. "You look married. You're adorable, dear, simply adorable. Can I ask you an intimate question?"

Leona blushed. "I suppose so."

"Is your pussy wet?"

She gasped. "Oh, my God!" she said. "You weren't fooling when you said intimate, were you?"

"That doesn't answer the question."

"I'm dripping."

A flush of pleasure suffused Arthur's face. His voice dropped almost to a whisper. "Let me see it," he said.

She looked at him a long moment. A shiver of lust swept through her body. "This is crazy," she said.

Arthur chuckled, his eyes fixed on her legs, waiting for them to open. "We both know why you're here," he sad. "I'm very good at what I do, but I'd like to see the territory, if you know what I mean?"

"I understand," Leona said. She pulled back her dress, uncovering her thighs, and slowly opened her legs. She was wearing both pantyhose and panties, which made it difficult to really see anything except the bulge of her pussy-mound.

Arthur looked disappointed. "I was hoping you'd be wearing a garter belt," he said. "But I suppose you're too young for that. Women these days don't know how to dress, do they? It's nice to show a little bare skin next to the crotch – it makes a girl's pussy irresistible. And that's what it's all about, isn't it? You want to make your pussy as enticing as possible, don't you?"

He was right, of course. Pantyhose were absolutely sexless – convenient but without charm. "I'm sorry," she said.

He dismissed the problem with a wave of his hand. "It doesn't matter. It's what's underneath that counts. Maybe it's time we had a look."

Blushing now, Leona kicked off her shoes, raised her hips, and slowly peeled her pantyhose and panties down and off her legs. Trembling with excitement, she sat back and opened her thighs to show Arthur her sopping wet crotch.

A long sigh escaped his lips. "Beautiful!" he said. "That's a gorgeous pussy, Leona. Very meaty! Thick lips and a big clit. Lovely lovely lovely! That's eating pussy!"

She was caught up in it now, entangled in the craziness of it all. With a taunting look in her eyes, she slipped a hand down to her crotch and pried open her swollen cunt-lips. If he wanted to look, she'd give him something to look at!

Arthur hissed. "Nice!" he said. "That's nice! That's marvelous!"

He left his chair and came to her on his knees, his eyes bright, his tongue passing wetly over his lips. Pushing back her legs, he spread her thighs as wide as possible.

"Christ, what a snatch!" he groaned. "You've got hair all the way down to your asshole, haven't you? Delicious!"

He began licking her belly, his tongue fluttering over her smooth skin, his tongue-tip teasing the tiny cup of her navel. Then his hand slid over the mound of her cunt-bush and his fingers pulled at her fat cunt-lips. Moving his face back, he stared at her gaping pussy.

"That's one of the biggest clits I've ever seen," he said. Using his two forefingers, he pushed back the hood of her clit and exposed the quivering little knob.

Leona moaned softly. Splaying her thighs as wide as possible, she extended a leg over his shoulder and hooked it around the back of his neck. She caged his head down to where she wanted it; but Arthur chuckled and avoided kissing her cunt. He pressed his wet lips against the satin softness of her inner thigh and sucked her flesh between his teeth. Then he abruptly turned his head and kissed her other thigh close to her cunt-mound.

Leona whispered. "Kiss my pussy! Please, kiss my pussy!"

He gazed at her drooling cunt. Her cunt-lips were swollen with her excitement, hanging open to expose her delicious inner pinkness. Her cunt-hole oozed its milky juice like a bubbling spring. The heady aroma wafting up from the hot meat of her pussy caused his nostrils to flare.

Reaching underneath. Arthur grasped the rubbery cheeks of her ass. His thumbs extended upward to her crotch. He gripped the large lips of her cunt and spread them wide. He gazed hotly at the slick folds of rosy flesh. Her inner lips flared and seemed to quiver before his eyes.

"Christ, what a cunt!" he hissed.

Her mouth open, her face flushed, a film of sweat coating her upper lip, Leona stared down at his face so close and yet so far from her yawning pussy. She realized she would look back as this moment as one of the most memorable of her life. A man she hardly knew, a man with whom she ordinarily would never be involved, had his mouth and nose only inches from her slime-covered, gaping pussy. She could feel his hot breath on her cunt-lips. She could see his glittering eyes boring into the depths of her hole. He was looking at her with a hungry passion, as if her cunt was the beginning and end of everything he had ever wanted. His head held fast by her legs, he was completely in her power. Leona shuddered as a mood of cold brutality gripped her mind. She gazed down at Arthur Baines and spoke in a commanding voice that was almost a snarl: "Suck it, you little fucker! Suck my cunt! Suck me dry!"

He looked up at her with a grin of triumph. Bending his head forward, he stuck out his tongue and touched it to her throbbing flesh.

"Ooooh!" she moaned. Her hips bucked out of control, forcing his mouth to skid along the slit of her cunt. "Lick me all over!" she demanded. "Oh, yes, that's it!"

With a growl of lust, he buried his mouth in her soft warm pussy. His tongue fluttered between her elaastic cunt-lips, swabbing her hot meat, smearing her thick cunt-juice from cunt-hole to clit. He sniffed and snorted at her intimate aroma.

Leona moaned, working her wet throbbing cunt against his face as he sucked and licked with an animal-like ferocity. She was in heaven, both sensually and pyschologically. It was marvelous to have someone down there slurping at her dripping hole! Arthur Baines was much more active than her husband, much more insistent, more like a puppy-dog slurping up a bowl of milk. He made loud sucking noises that thrilled her to the core.

Arthur continued to lick avidly up and down her soft warm crotch. He plastered her wet cunt-hair against the outer lips of her pussy. Then, without any warning, he licked below her pussy into the hot little indentation of her asshole.

She squealed and lurched. She groaned with delight at the wonderful tingling sensation radiating from her shit-hole. The lewdness, the nastiness of what he was doing overwhelmed her. The idea that anyone would ever put their tongue in such a place had never occurred to her. She'd certainly never dreamed how pleasurable it could be!

Arthur tickled her asshole with his tongue only briefly. He moved up again to the fleshy folds of her cunt and finally centered on her clit. He worked over the swollen bud with fluttering, twirling caresses. He clamped his lips around it and sucked voluptuously.