Vince Marcos - The slut next door

"How are you this afternoon?" asked Elsa, suddenly appearing in the room.

He turned to see her. "Great, babe. How's your little twat feeling? All tired out?"

"Never," she grinned.

He sat with his legs spread and felt his cock hardening. For thirty-four, he had a pretty stiff prick.

"Elsa, there's just something I don't understand about this whole thing. Why?"

"Why what, lover?" She was looking at him innocently.

"This whole set-up. What do you want from me, money?"

She was hurt. "I thought you liked it… that I pleased you."

"Christ, more than satisfactory! But the way you're going about this, practically seducing me into fucking you. What's going on?"

She went over to him and sat on his lap. "Listen, baby, I get so Goddamn horny just looking at your body and that delicious bulge between your legs. So why ask questions? Enjoy, enjoy!" she stroked his cock and it moved, grew even more.

"You're going to spoil me, Elsa. Loretta never…"

She frowned. "Please don't talk to me about that cunt. The way she takes your prick for granted, she's ridiculous. I know if I had tabs on that bone of yours, I would never be going on trips to Paris unless I could bring you with me."

"That just may happen."

"Well, if it does, it does. Right now, I want to get my hands on your prick and give it some tender loving care."

He groaned as she unzipped his fly. "Don't let me stop you, honey. Do your thing."

Her hands reached inside and found his cock. "Ahh… a wish bone. I wonder if I'll get my wish."

"There's only one way to find out!"

She squeezed it and caressed his balls. "Yes, yes, I do think it will come true."

Holding his meat in her hands got her real hot and bothered and she knew if she didn't do something with it, she'd go crazy. But she didn't want it in her cunt, not yet. It had to be in her ass. Yeah, the idea was very appealing…

She pulled up her skirt and sat on his lap with her back facing him. He was holding onto her tight, massaging her tits. Yeah, that was good. Real good… now she was reaching for his cock and guiding it into her ass.

Where the hell was the hole… ah… she found it. He was pumping his cock into her… she should have gotten some Vaseline, it hurt a little bit… Goddamn, but his prick was big.

He was kissing the back of her neck and squeezing her tits, and with his other hand, he was grabbing her snatch. Yeah, it was really wet… he was rubbing her cut and pumping his prick into her at the same time.

Christ, what a rod, and he was sticking those fingers into her cunt… ahhh… he was groaning in her ear, saying lots of things to her: "What a cunt… wet pussy… bitch, you better cum good… gonna fuck your ass till it hurts and you won't be able to sit for weeks!"

It got her hot when he said those thing… oh baby, your cock is fantastic… what a prick, and those nuts of his, she could feel them wiggling under her ass… they made her feel even more hot.

She wanted to play with them while he rammed it in… Jesus, he was so stiff and hard… it felt so damn good going in and out… it even made a little funny sound as he hammered it in…

Squish!

His hands were working faster in her cunt… oh you sweet baby… his arm was holding her pretty tight.

Getting fucked in the ass wasn't bad… didn't hurt, and felt GREAT… her cunt was really pouring the juice… his cock hair was rubbing against her ass, and that made her horny, too… in and out… what a fucking big thing it was… she started to cry out: "Thick stud… fill it up! Gas up my tank! Put a tiger in my tank, you pussy-lover… keep going, I'm gonna cum! I'm going to cum! Leave the driving to me… now… I… ooohh… I'm going to do it… gotta get my rocks off… sweet lord, I'm cuming!"

Her body jerked on top of him, thumping, pushing her ass down on his prick to get all that cum pumped inside her. And she felt it all, that hot, sticky, thick, syrupy stuff shooting in there, making the inside of her ass real wet. Ohh, Christ, he could cum, that son of a bitch… he must have a gallon in him.

She was still gasping for air when he zipped up, pushing her off gently.

"Got to go to the office now, baby," he told her. "I have my corporations to think of and how much money they're going to make for me today."

She smiled. "Of course. And I must get to work, too. There's the whole day's cleaning ahead of me, and it'd never get done unless I get started."

"Of course, that doesn't mean we can't start something tonight," He grinned. "And it'll be on my mind all day what a fantastic piece of snatch I have waiting for me…"

"That reminds me, I won't have to go shopping at all today," she told him, indicating his crotch. "We have plenty of meat for the whole week."

He laughed and went into the bathroom and shower, and it took all the courage she had to stay out of there.

Christ, when Loretta hired her, she didn't think her husband would be that GREAT in the sack. In fact, that rich bitch said he was impotent. Yet, he could swing a mean piece of beef that stud could. So who was to say she couldn't enjoy the side benefits.

Her other johns only wanted to get their nuts off and half the time, she didn't even cum. But Richard Christine was a pro.

Okay, so he wasn't hung like those johns that came in once, twice a week for a little action. SO WHAT? His cock had one hell of a drive to it, and that made up for lost inches.

The way she saw it, if she could get his prick every time she was horny, then she wouldn't want another one again. Of course, with the way things were being set up with Loretta Christine, and the money she was getting for pulling it off, she wouldn't be able to hang around for too long.

What the hell, she was a whore, and she was getting paid for this.

But Loretta Christine was one hell of mixed-up cunt to want to dump that. If she had her way about it, she'd keep him on the side for herself!

Tony Duncan pulled up in front of Kathy Phillip's apartment, the one called Mad-hatter Place, and parked his new car.

He tried to hide the worried look on his face, but he couldn't, Goddamn it. Kathy was acting real strange the past few days. Ever since the other day, Friday, when he left, she got really freaky.

Like she didn't want to get fucked when he got back at twelve-thirty, and felt the same way the next night. For Christ's sake, it was Monday night, at quarter to one in the morning, and from the sound of her voice on the phone, things wouldn't be so great either.

Damn it, but his hard-on was getting to be a pain. All weekend, he was walking around with a stiff dick in his pants, and no way to relieve it.

Which was very strange… Kathy loved his cock more than anything, grooved on every one of his nine inches… and yet, she just ignored his cock, like she had lock-jaw or something.

But he was just aching for her pussy, and all she kept saying was how tired she was, and that she didn't feel like it.

Well, tonight he was going to make her do some explaining, but good. That little cunt wasn't going to fuck around with him. Shit, if he wanted to, he could have gotten his rocks off with some other willing chick, one who would have appreciated his enormous sausage.

But no, Goddamn it, no, he wouldn't, couldn't do that kind of shit. He loved that chick, and wanted to understand her sudden change and personality.

Maybe she was working too hard, yeah, that could be it. After all, she was a physical therapist, and her job was pretty demanding. Sometimes, she even worked overtime if she thought she was onto something and couldn't seem to get enough hours in.

Well, he hoped that was it, and that she was still as horny for him as he was for her.