Vince Marcos: The slut next door

"Yummy…" She tasted his cum, then swallowed.

He looked at her and pulled her up into his arms. She brought her lips to his mouth and pushed his tongue into it. He could taste his own cum still in her mouth. What the fuck, it was his own. He sucked on her tongue for a while, then let her go.

She watched him disappointedly as he dressed.

"You're not going to go now?" she asked.

"Have to, baby. Got to work, make bread for me and you."

She reached out and grabbed his cock, even though it was zipped in his pants. "Well, you can go, but leave this here. I want to keep it all the time. I love your prick."

He grinned. "You can have it tonight after work. I'll be back at twelve-thirty and we can fuck our brains out."

"Promise?"

She made him keep his word.

He showed her how stiff he got. "I promise. And so does he."

When he finished dressing, she went up to kiss him on the lips, then bent down to kiss the bulge in his pants. "I'll miss you… both of you."

"Well miss you, too," he laughed.

As Tony walked out of her apartment and down the hall, he saw Ron Cameron just entering his apartment. He stopped and wondered if that crazy kid was listening to them a while ago? Who the fuck cared anyway, he just wanted to see what all the shouting was about.

Crazy kid, Tony thought, then left.

Loretta Christine sat in the living room of her spacious home, reading a copy of Playgirl and Viva and getting herself extremely horny. It had been a pain in the ass to buy them at the store, because after all, she was the wife of Richard Christine, celebrated socialite and heir to a vast fortune left by his father, the famous William Christine.

But who was to say rich broads don't get hot when they see pictures of cocks and balls? She certainly did, and her mouth watered at the sight of a particular one that was almost twelve inches long and his rocks were the size of tennis balls. The thought of licking that cock made her pussy water.

When she heard her husband, Richard, coming down the stairs, she quickly slid the magazines under the couch and straightened her slouched figure. Richard would have made such a scene if he'd seen her drooling over those pictures, saying she acted like a child and had to be treated as one.

Fuck him, she thought. He never got a hard-on, and they hardly every fucked and if she ever suggested that he eat her out or give him a blow-job, she'd get laughed at.

But then she thought of what would happen tonight and she smiled with pleasure. Two things would occur that would ultimately change her boring marriage and her life.

First of all, she would be with Eric, and that alone made the difference. Eric was everything Richard was not: he had a big, stiff prick and was proud to use it. He had a tongue that drove her cunt crazy, and hands that knew how to finger her pussy. She loved to touch him, to put her hands on his cock, to feel the hair on his arms, chest and back of his neck.

Eric was three years older than she was, which made him thirty-two. He was divorced when he was thirty, but the reasons couldn't have been a deficient sex life, for he had a constant hard-on. His cock was always poking through his pants every time he saw her, and she couldn't wait until she slipped out of the house and away from Richard so they could get the hell out of their clothes and fuck until the cows came home.

Richard never suspected she was seeing Eric, but it didn't matter, because the second thing that would happen tonight would take care of all the future worrying. For good.

Whether Richard had noticed it or not, yet, Loretta had hired a new maid, Elsa, and with intentions other than cleaning services.

Elsa was a whore and Loretta bought her from some private hustling agency that dealt exclusively with business relationships. Loretta gave her a maid's uniform and told her exactly what she wanted her to do: seduce her husband. And since Elsa had such big tits, long red hair and was extremely sexy, Loretta knew her plan would not fail.

Elsa would be fucking Richard for a period of two weeks, all the while keeping up her pretense that she was an innocent maid, until she persuaded Richard to divorce Loretta and marry her. And when the divorce papers were final, Elsa would split and that would be that. Of course, if Richard refused to divorce Loretta, Loretta could always "manage" to catch Elsa and him fucking their guts out and dump him on an adultery charge.

Richard came up behind her and kissed her properly on the cheek. Asshole can't even give her one on the lips, she thought. Maybe he was afraid he'd pop his cork all over the new plush carpeting they had had installed.

"I hope you enjoy your stay in Paris, darling," he told her.

"I'm sure I will," she smiled, thinking how dumb he was to fall for the "Paris trip" again. All she was going to do was to be driven to the airport, wave him off then take a taxi to Eric's apartment. Richard made things so easy for her, not having time to take transatlantic calls from Paris, even though he could afford them.

"I'm sorry I won't be able to go to the airport with you," he announced. "I have an urgent business meeting to attend this evening. I'm leaving now. Have a good time, dear."

She gave him the traditional peck on the cheek and kept the smile on her face until he disappeared out the door. Stupid asshole, she sneered. So Goddamn stupid it was pathetic. He was blind not to see what she was doing, and he deserved everything she'd do to him.

She lay back on the couch, grabbed the Playgirl and Viva from under it. She turned to the page she liked so much. She stared at the picture of the man with the long, limp cock, standing next to a tree. She laughed to herself. His cock sure wasn't a stump, that's for sure. Pure one-hundred percent, home-grown beef. And the hair that was around his cock… all brown and fuzzy.

Um… she loved the times when she gave head to Eric and got some hair in her mouth. It tasted pretty good and, along with the flavor of his seasoned meat, it was like bread and butter, or peaches and cream. Well, for her, it was cock and hair. Or cock and balls. Yes, she liked them, too. Christ, she loved everything about men.

She loved to fuck and suck, and Eric could agree to that. All her life, she was told how wrong it was, that sex was bad, fucking was terrible and a blow-job was out of the question. Now, she could care less, because she couldn't seem to get enough cock.

Now the picture of the guy with the big cock and nuts was making her horny and she knew if she didn't cum in a minute, she'd go crazy. She went up to her room and unlocked her secret drawer. Inside, she had a vibrator, the one she bought through the mail and had delivered to some phony address, usually a home that was unoccupied because the people had gone on vacation. It was light and very satisfactory, and got a lot of use for the few dollars she paid for it.

She laid the magazines on the bed, hiked up the negligee she had been wearing around the house and spread her legs. The vibrator was plugged in the socket next to the bed and before she knew it, she was guiding it toward her hungering pussy.

"Yeah… that's it…" she cried out as it touched her clit and buzzed it to life. "Oh Jesus Christ! Yes… yes… don't stop!"

She thought of the picture of the man, the one with the huge prick and balls and imagined that he was between her legs and eating her cunt out. Yes… that felt good. She could call him Eric, since all her imaginary lovers were all Eric. She never told him that, for she'd been embarrassed.

The twitching of the vibrator was like Eric's tongue, licking up all the cunt-juices that came spilling out. Eat it all up, Eric, eat me! Suck on the clit. Lap up that juice. Yes, yes, you beautiful stud.