Vince Marcos - The slut next door

"Ohh…" she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and smiling at the wonderful pain of his cock pushing into her cunt.

"Yeah, I like that, honey!" He eased his prick into her, and the menthol shaving cream on his beef prick and balls burned a little once it touched her soupy pussy-juice, all watering and everything. The bitch just couldn't wait to stick it in, all right. That beautiful cunt.

"More… I need all of that prick of yours!"

"You can have it, doll. All that you can take."

"And I want to suck it afterwards!"

"Yeah, baby. Today's Wednesday. Family night… all you can eat!"

"You great bastard… you're driving me nuts with that wonderful cock of yours… can't get enough… just keep diving it into my black nest and you can lay an egg…"

"There's always room for more!"

"Will you eat me out, baby?" she asked.

"Of course. You know I love cherry cream pie!"

"And I love custard! Oh! For Christ sakes… damn it, you're huge… and just watching it go in and out, pushing its way into me… what a trip… taking up so much space inside…"

"The bigger we are, the harder we fall…"

"Mmm… oh fuck me, baby, fuck me good…"

"Knew I was too much for you. I knew you'd love me for my tool… a nice, thick screwdriver…"

"I wish I could put all that prick in my mouth… it's too big, though. And I hate to waste good food."

He moaned. "Baby, don't bite off more than you can chew."

She jiggled herself on his cock, feeling his balls dangle underneath her ass and his furry crotch hair rubbing against her inner thighs.

Ohh, now that's what she called FUCKING. And he was going to do it… he was going to do it… and she would cum, too… she couldn't wait… yeah… and then she felt the hot jism shooting into her cunt, fast, like a guided missile.

No, no, not yet! She had to cum with him… he had to wait for her… not yet!

"What a great fuck," he groaned, dumping his load into her.

"No, baby, wait… wait for me!"

His dick was shrinking and she still didn't make it.

Goddamn that mother fucker! Did he have a lot of balls to pull that shit on her! She was almost there, too, and he pulled out quick. Fucking bastard!

She took his hand and jabbed it in her cunt. "Make me cum, damn it… don't leave me hanging!"

"Okay, baby, okay, don't worry!" He aimed his mouth at her snatch and munched on it. He could taste the fresh cum he had just pumped out of his body, but he couldn't help it. He had to make the bitch pull out her cork.

Cum, you bitch, cum!

"Lick it faster!" she screamed. "Faster! Suck on that cunt! Cum ON! Make me do it… snort it… sniff up that cunt and make it wet… that's it… suck up what you fucked in me… oh no… God Almighty… ahh!"

He felt her cunt growing in his mouth and twitched and vibrated as she was cuming.

She jerked herself back and forth, shrieking louder and louder until he thought something was wrong and would have stopped to see if she was okay, but didn't. She heaved, this way and that, flailing her arms into her hair, gasping for air, clawing at nothing. Her eyes were shut tight, holding onto the last image of him with his prick inside her.

Then she fell limp, her arms were limp at her sides and the shaking stopped. She came like a son of a bitch that time. And not too soon. While he was eating her out, he swallowed all of the jism he shot into her twat, and left her dry. As much as he disliked doing it, he felt it was worth the trouble.

After she got over her orgasm, he slapped her lightly on her cunt. "You got a nice ass, tits, and a good cunt, too."

She looked up at him and attempted to smile. She knew he was only trying to cover up for what happened.

What got into him, or she should say, what got into HER sooner than expected? Couldn't he hold it just a little while longer and shoot his wad after she was ready, willing and able?

It was strange of him. Like their wedding night, only a few days ago. Was he always like that?

He got a towel and wiped whatever was left of the shaving cream off his prick and rocks. He could tell what she was thinking… what she probably already figured out about him. Instead of saying anything, he waited.

"Jay…"

"Yeah, babe."

"Am I… am I doing something that turns you off?"

He shook his head. "No. You're doing okay. Just great."

"Then why do you…"

"I don't want to talk about it!" he snapped. "But, Jay…"

"I said I don't want to talk about it!" he repeated and stormed out of the room.

Loretta Christine filled her glass with brandy and sat by the warm fire while Richard, her husband, was concentrating on some business papers at his huge furnished desk.

Loretta wanted to laugh to herself, watching him trying to cover up for the fun he was having with Elsa, and from the reports the "maid" had given her, everything was going just fine.

Look at him! He probably has a hard-on, thinking about that dumb cunt upstairs, and who was making beds and cleaning the house. How she ever got a whore to do the housecleaning, she'd never know. Could the three grand a week she was getting be the reason…?

"Richard, how can you possibly be interested in those dull sheets of paper when I have been away for five days and have just returned?"

"I'm sorry, darling," he apologized, and pushed them all aside. "How stupid of me."

Loretta picked up her drink and sat on his desk top while he remained seated in front of it.

The bastard! He stunk of cunt! So he forgot to wash the pussy juice off from the quickie he had with Elsa about five minutes ago, did he?

"How was your trip, dear?" he asked. "Paris must be wonderful this time of year."

"Oh." She turned from him slightly, her voice lowering, "Paris is… well, Paris. You don't expect it to be any different, do you?"

"I guess not."

She waited for him to speak first. She certainly didn't have anything else to say. What did he expect her to ask: Oh by the way, I hear the new maid fucks and sucks. tell me, is she any good? How well can she give blow-jobs? In that case, are her tonsils removed?

Richard was so Goddamn dull. He just sat there and fiddled with those fucking papers. Why should he care? He was getting the best piece of ass in the house, there she went again, putting herself down!

"Well, then, what did you do while I was gone?" she asked suddenly.

His facial expression did not change. "Not too much. Lots of paperwork, you know."

Paperwork! What the hell was that whore made out of? Toilet paper? Mr. Whipple, please don't squeeze the charmin!

Richard got up. "If anybody wants me, I'll be in the study upstairs. Lots of important work to get out of the way, and I can't be bothered."

In a second, he was gone, ignoring the fumes that were igniting in her head. He wasn't dumb. He could tell she was pissed off about something. But it couldn't be about he and Elsa. That was still a big secret, and something she would never find out about.

As he walked into his room, he bolted the door and flicked the switch of the tape recorder that rested next to the phone. A jack was hooked up on the phone so that if any important phone calls came in, Richard could turn the tape recorder on and get it all down in case he forgot something. Most of the time, he left it plugged in, and once he picked up the phone, the tape recorder would begin taping the conversation, because he usually forgot to turn the damn thing off. Besides, he was expecting a call from one of the buyers at a rival business firm that was ready to sell out on a property deal.

He had to get all the info down pat.

Whatever the hell was giving Loretta a bug up her ass, he could give a shit.

Loretta lit up five cigarettes and ground them out just as fast as she took a drag from each.