Vince Marcos: The slut next door

She could feel the hair of Eric's arms rub against her legs and inner thighs and that made her even more horny. It made her want to fuck. Shit, she was hotter than a son of a bitch, and she wanted his cock shoved up her muff. Please, Eric, put that sausage into my hole.

The vibrator hummed softly. She guided it up and down her cunt. Shit, he had the best tongue. He would make her cum, he always did. Sometimes, he didn't even have to try, because the minute that prick struck home, she climaxed.

"Baby… Jesus Christ… baby! Do it… fuck me, honey, shove it in hard… do it again…"

She brought the vibrator around her clit and down into the hole and pushed it in. The juices came pouring out and dripped all over the bedspread, staining it. She didn't give a fuck. Her cunt was real wet, not just moist or damp, but fucking flooded. And that vibrator was doing its work all right. It was making her excited and it would have her dripping before long.

"Eric… I want to suck that meat! I'm gonna suck it to the bristles and bite it a little bit. It's harder than a bone… I need it in me… got to fuck me… baby… want you to kill me with that thing!"

She could almost feel his hard cock in her wet cunt, pounding it roughly into her and making her happy. She wanted to hump that prick so bad, but the vibrator was doing it for her. At first, it tickled a little bit, then that tickling made her wetter until she could practically taste the load in her mouth, the hammering of his cock, the licking of her cunt. Yeah.

She felt it on the way, and she was helpless. "Oh my God… I wanna fuck and suck some more… not yet… shit!"

She dropped the vibrator on the floor, panting heavily. Her orgasm was great, and maybe, even too great at that. It was six o'clock and she would have to be at Eric's apartment at seven-thirty.

Carefully, she picked up the vibrator, put it back in the drawer and locked it. Then she remembered the magazines and put them in the drawer, too. For five days, she wouldn't need either of them; Eric's cock, she would.

Richard Christine did not really have a business meeting to go to, but had put on dark glasses, and attended an X-rated movie. It might have seemed a little silly of him, at least to Loretta, for having to do so, but then again, Loretta hadn't taken any particular interest in their sex life. Shit, he would have loved to fuck her all the time, but she seemed so reserved, so conservative that she might think he was a raving animal if he even suggested it.

She didn't even respond to him during the seldom times they had fucked, and that made it even more boring for him. He could tell Loretta didn't like fucking and sucking at all. She hadn't even shown an interest in it on their wedding night. Well, he didn't know he was marrying a prude, or a frigid broad. Shit… it made him mad that she was so cold, but that was why he liked to watch X-rated movies. He got his rocks off that way.

He sat in the darkness, watching a twenty-foot long prick unzip from, some blue jeans and shove its way into a ten-foot long cunt. He felt his cock get hard in his pants. Then there was groaning.

"Baby… fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs.

"You're gonna get this cock up your ass, doll," he told her and thrust it in her asshole.

"No, it hurts, babe, don't fuck me that way, it hurts!" She was twisting, trying to get free.

"No chance, doll," he told her, as he kept fucking her ass. "I'm gonna shoot my load in your ass whether you like it or not. And you'll like it, 'cause I'll make you."

"Uh, Christ, no stop, it hurts, baby! You're hurting me that way…" she begged, squirming, but he held her by the waist and hammered his cock into her rear as hard as he could, taking long, deep strokes, pumping it as far in as he could.

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "I can't stand it another minute."

"Don't you love it, baby?" he asked her as he fucked his into her. "Don't you want more? Tell me."

"You bastard, son of a bitch asshole!" she screamed. "Stop it, it's going right through me!"

"Come on, honey, come on…" he groaned, pounding it harder and harder.

Richard was surprised he found himself holding his cock, which he quickly unzipped from his pants, and began jerking off. It made him hot to watch this stuff. But he liked it, loved it all. He rubbed faster and faster.

"Oh, baby, hurry up and cum," she begged him. "Hurry up, it hurts…" She was wiggling her ass as he fucked her.

"Damn… I'm gonna cum, doll, and you're gonna take it up your ass. All that cum."

"Hurry," she screamed. "Hurry!"

"Cunt, there's no way you can get out of this!" His balls shook and he thrust his cock into her a final time so it could empty itself out. There was so much cum in her that it came dripping out of her ass and down her legs, although he wasn't through pumping all he had into her. "You fucking bitch, you wanted to fuck so bad…" He fell over and let her go.

Richard jumped when he felt his own gooey cum running down his fingers and onto his trousers. Shit, brand new double-knit suit that cost him a hundred bucks. Fuck it. This was great stuff he was watching, and worth the money. He zipped it back in and started to munch on the popcorn he bought until he found that some of the cum had shot into the box and mixed with the stuff. He tossed the box to the side.

As he walked home later, when the movie was over, for he dared not hail a taxi and reveal where he had been, he thought about his wife, Loretta, that fucking cunt. She had the balls (and he hoped, then again, she hadn't) to deprive him of fucking except for once in a great while, and then, not even that.

She was a cold bitch, uptight, just like her mother, who was an even bigger cunt. If only he had married some broad who was after his money, he would have gotten a pretty good piece of ass out of the deal. Loretta was already rich when he had met her. He was an asshole to think he was in love with her to get married.

When he got back to the palatial estate, a looming fortress surrounded by an electric fence, he went to that one room in his house, his own private one, which had held his entire and extensive pornography collection.

He had everything in it: 8mm stag flicks, peep shows, snapshots, colored plates, vibrators, whips, black panties and bra, Japanese balls that women can insert in their cunts and have multi-orgasms called Ben-Wa Balls, French ticklers, plastic and rubber ladies, plastic and rubber cunts and tits that you can suck on. All this, a treasury of gimmicks and perversions that were hidden from everyone, to be used for his own private enjoyment.

He flipped through the pages of Screw and Penthouse. He was aware that his prick was peeking through his pants and that he would have to jack off so he could get rid of it. That was how he was able to endure his marriage to Loretta. But pulling his prick wasn't that bad. And anyway, with his name, it would be hard to get a mistress and not complicate things.

As Richard unzipped his pants, someone said, "Here, let me help you." He turned to see it was Elsa, the new maid Loretta had hired last week or so.

He pulled his zipper back up and blushed. SHIT! He thought everybody was gone and here this little cunt was here.

"I… I was just fixing my zipper… it was caught on something."

"Of course," she reached out and held it in her hands, his cock getting bigger and heavier. "THIS was caught in it."

Elsa had the biggest tits he had ever seen. And the long red hair… and the small waist… and the nice, long legs and the snatch in the center of it all. His prick became very stiff. Yeah, he was ready to give her some fucking action…

He lifted Elsa onto the table in his room and spread her legs. Ah, beaver. Beautiful. He pulled his fly down again and yanked out his fat dick.