Vince Marcos - The slut next door

"That's right, baby, take it all. It's all yours."

He spread his legs wider and let her get more eating area. She went at that decorated cock with such starvation that he hoped she wouldn't cause him to add another topping in just a few more minutes.

Man, for a whore, she was the best. Real good. So what if Loretta hired her, and so what if she wasn't a maid? She'd stay as long as he could keep the truth hidden, that he knew about Loretta's plans, and that he… Goddamn, baby, keep going… that he had a few tricks up his sleeve, too.

That cunt wouldn't get away with it. Maybe she could keep… Sweet Lord, what a tongue, what a… ahh, a tongue… she could keep a piece of meat on the side. There were always a few slabs around somewhere.

Sure, let her have her barbecue or weenie roast, or whatever the hell she wanted. But when she was ready for the Goddamn divorce, she'd get it. And everything she was asking for, including a kick in the ass, and a hammer in the cunt.

"Mmm… this is so good, I just might start writing a cook book… Elsa's bone-nana split. Treat! Treat!"

He jerked his body so that more cock would go into her mouth. "Take it, baby… come on, suck it good… yeah, that's it, doll… there's no way you're ever going to get out of doing this, with you knowing your way around the dick… my sweet little cock-sucker… sink those jaws in… yeah, you know how to do it…"

"Just don't kick, honey," she told him. "I don't need the battering-ram bit!"

"You're gonna get it all!" He forced more cock into her mouth. "Suck it down to the balls!"

His hands reached down and grabbed her tits, which were brushing against the insides of his legs near his crotch. Lord, they felt good, that nasty meat hanging from her chest. And he was sticking his toes into her cunt. Great, it was nice and sopping wet. What a sponge! That's what he liked, mighty muff!

Now his toes were dripping with pussy juice. Nice, fresh, thirst-quenching.

"Here I cum, ready or not!" he yelled.

"Ready willing and able!"

"Okay, catch!" he said, then dumped his jism into her mouth in heaping tablespoon amounts, clogging up her throat and possibly blocking her nasal passage. Too bad, you cunt! You wanted every drop, you get it. And don't say you didn't ask for it.

"Don't move, stay right where you are and take it like a woman!"

He emptied himself of his cum.

She swallowed it all, and sat back, licking her lips.

"How did you like it?" he asked.

"Well… it sure as hell wasn't Campbell's Chicken Soup, but it was mmm-mmm good!"

He zipped up his pants and stood up. "Baby, I got lots of work to do, and if you keep bugging me, I'll never get it done."

"If you're rich, why don't you hire a secretary?"

"That isn't it. I have contracts and documents to sign and approve. My lawyers have advised me what and what not to sign, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't go over everything to make sure."

"Sorry I asked," She grinned and got her maid's uniform on. "See you later."

As she shut the door, she thought about him. Damn it, but she got horny by just looking at him. Why Loretta Christine wanted to divorce that delicious hunk of meat was outrageous! She'd love to take him off her hands if she could. And would, if possible.

Of course, there was the nasty little thing she pulled on that rich bitch, and that was telling her that Richard refused to think of divorce. Elsa was having such a fucking good time that she "forgot" to bring it up. In fact, she did it on purpose. That dude could give her a nice trip, sex-wise. He was like Thor's mighty hammer, and when it struck, there was lots of thunder.

So, if she could keep lying to that loaded bitch, then she could still have lots of fun with her husband, and still make the same bread she was making.

Three grand goes a long, long way…

Ron Cameron lay in bed holding the twelve inch-long dildo in his hand, while Kathy Phillips knelt at the side of it, staring at his body.

Christ, she wanted to jump on it so BAD, but he made her stay still and just look at it. And the thing of it was, he knew how badly she wanted it, could practically taste it in her mouth, but he made her kneel where she was. God, if she could just touch him, hold IT, fuck him…

"You want my cock, don't you?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes, yes! Please, just let me have it for a while. A few minutes, and I could make you SO HAPPY!"

"No, baby." He shook his head. "I would be making YOU happy. But you can't have it now – you've got to wait."

Damn it, he was nineteen years old. Shit, she was twenty-five! And she wanted his cock! Hell, yes. But she hated to beg for it, and he loved when she did.

He made her watch while he jacked off, and she got pissed when he came and saw all the juicy jism drip out of his prick and trickle down to his balls, where he would wipe it up and throw it away.

Goddamn him! That was like wasting a good meal. Fuck, but she wanted to get on top of him, push his prick into her and hump him silly until her cunt came and came and came, and she could feel his spunk spit, all gooey and hot and creamy, into her cunt. But why couldn't she have it when she needed it so fucking bad?

"Is it better than your old stud's, that asshole Tony Duncan?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said quickly. Actually, Tony's prick was longer and wider, but she wasn't thinking of him any more. He was a nobody to her.

All she had in mind was Ron's prick pumping into her snatch, him pressing her against him to make sure she was getting it all, and wouldn't pull out.

He didn't have to worry about her not wanting it, or having to rape her. And the thing was, after the time he did rape her, what he had told her came true: after she was fucked by his cock, she wouldn't want another ever again. It had to be his beef, or nothing! And she got it, oh Christ, did she get it.

"Tell me, baby," he asked, stroking the long dildo. "If I let you on the bed with me, what would you do? What would you like to do? Anything you want."

Her eyes dropped to his crotch. "First…" Her hand reached out to hold his cock, but she quickly pulled it back. She didn't want to get him mad or anything.

"First, I'd start to lick your chest. Very, very lightly. Then I'd work myself down to your navel and lap all around it."

She watched as his prick started to get hard.

"Go on," he told her.

"Then, I would stroke your dick hair… wouldn't touch your cock yet, completely away from it… but I would feel all that bristly hair in my hands. And I would run them through the hair on your legs, on the inside, near your cock, but still, I wouldn't get at it."

He was really getting it up, slowly, but surely.

"And I would kiss all the way down your legs, maybe lick some of the hairs. Ohh, that would really turn me on. I love your legs. They're so hairy and hard and muscular and sexy… and I would work my way down to your toes. Oh, I love toes, too. Especially when I can suck on them. It's a great high when I do that."

Yep, he was really grooving on what she was saying. That cock was jacking up faster… up, up and away.

"And I would bite a little bit on the nail, but would leave the toe alone. In fact, it would feel so good that you'd want to cum like that. And from what I can see, you've got really BIG toes. And I would lick in between, where it's soft and sensitive. And WHILE we're doing all this, I would take your other foot…"

"Which one?" he asked.

"Why, the one I'm NOT sucking, baby. And I would take your big toe, the really BIG one, and I would put it by my cunt. And I would lean on it until it would go in, and I'd jump on it, and suck on your toe harder and HARDER until your prick would be begging for some pussy. But it wouldn't get it yet. No, because after fucking your toes…"