Vince Marcos: The slut next door

"Easy, baby. I went over to Madame Ling's a few weeks ago and picked up a whore. Expensive little piece, but she'll be very helpful."

"A whore?"

"For Richard. Only he doesn't know she's a whore. I told her exactly what I want her to do: fuck the shit out of him. She'll give him the best piece of ass he'll ever know, and he'll think that she's hung up on him and, knowing Richard, that asshole, he'll feel guilty and want the divorce. That way, I get every penny. And that stupid fucking piece of shit gets nothing but the shaft from that slut. Easy, huh?"

"And what if he doesn't want to divorce you and keep her on the side?"

"Then I'll arrange to find those lovebirds fucking their brains out at the right time and sue him for adultery. Nice, eh?"

"Loretta, you're a bitch." She smiled sweetly. "I know."

Jay Lawrence carried Anne Harlow Lawrence through the threshold and deposited her sexy and horny body on the couch.

She couldn't believe they were finally married; she, the very black model of Miss Hall's Agency, and he, the very black insurance investigator. Who would have thought they'd finally tie the knot after all the, hounding and trouble Jay's ex-girl friend, the very black Dawn Sands, had stirred up. Anne hated that fucking bitch with a passion, and now, with Jay her husband, she wouldn't have to worry any more.

"Damn, but I got a hard-on already!" he chuckled. "No wonder it's so easy on your wedding night: you don't have to worry about getting it up and making sure it stays up."

"That's my job," Anne winked, kissing his chocolate face. "To make sure it stays up, I better get down on it."

Jay hurried out of his clothes. He wanted to shove his black cock into her cunt so bad that he could feel the beads of cum at the tip of it. And Anne knew that with his huge dick she may end up doing a little pole-vaulting tonight.

"I can tell the atmosphere is all set for sex," she whispered. "All I've heard on the way up here has been moaning and groaning in this apartment building. What did you say it was called?"

"Mad-hatter Place. And well-named. Talk about weirdo's. There's Ron Cameron on the second floor, a horny little bastard. He's got a different girl in his room every night. And down the hall, there's Kathy Phillips, a physical therapist at the hospital; she's got her boy friend, Tony, over three times a day. And one thing's for damn sure, they ain't playing checkers. And on the fourth floor, there's Eric Taylor, who's a writer, who keeps some rich broad on the side. I don't know who she is, but I can tell she's loaded because of the furs she's got on her back. Pretty young, though. When she comes over, his door doesn't open for days."

Anne giggled. "How do you know all this?"

"I'm an investigator," he laughed back. "It's my business to be observant. There are a few other sickies, but why bother going into it? This is our wedding night."

"I don't see what makes them weirdo's or sickies. They sound like average, normal, sex-crazy people to me," she said, then disappeared into the bathroom and took her pill before they got the show on the road.

When she stepped out, she saw Jay lying flat on the bed, naked, with his cock sticking up in the air, hard as a rock. She licked her lips and bent over him to do her own investigating. Getting up on the bed, she stood over him and smiled down.

"Can I do anything for you, sir?" she asked.

"Get your ass down here and sit on this so I can fuck you."

She lowered herself onto him, holding his prick and guiding him so she could push it into her cunt straight.

"Oh Jay…" She trembled as it slid into her wet cunt, watching his black meat disappear into her hole. Then she started to move her hips, back and forth, so his cock slipped in and out of her pussy.

Suddenly, Jay drew back and rammed his prick into her roughly. She whimpered as he thrust it in, violently.

"Ride it, baby, ride that cock," he told her.

"Oh shit! You mother fucker!" she yelled as he fucked her. It was only the third time Jay fucked her, but she knew that black men, and especially well-hung black men, could drive their women nuts in bed.

"Come on, baby. Swear at me!"

"No… no, I can't…"

"Cuss, you bitch, use all those fucking four-lettered words…"

"Fuck me…"

"More…"

"Suck my clit. Eat me."

"That's good. Keep going…"

"Screw me in the ass. Let me blow your joint. Piss in my muff. Jack off in me. Cum on my tits."

"Great, honey…"

He suddenly shot his cum into her hole, and he swore at himself for shooting his pudding before she did.

She felt the creamy jism plug up her box after a few squirts and used a few pieces of Kleenex to wipe most of it out. After she got all of it out, she stared at the cum, all juicy and drippy, floating in the tissues. Then, as hungry as she was for him, she lapped it up, licking the white jism from the Kleenex.

"Mmm…" She drooled over his load. "Could use some pepper, but it's out of this world."

When she was finished swallowing it, and thinking how much better it tasted with the pussy-juice mixed in, she tossed it away and lay next to him.

His cock was shriveled up and limp. "I'm sorry, baby. I thought I could keep it up longer… kind of jumped the gun."

"That's all right," she said, stroking his balls. "We'll wait a while and do it again."

It made him mad, but what could he do? He remembered that he could keep from cuming when he fucked Dawn, his old chick. He really grooved on how far he could go before she popped her cork. But he couldn't tell Anne that.

He liked the way she was touching his nuts. His limp dick moved a little bit, pulsating with each moment. Then it started to grow, and it got bigger and moved a little more, yawning to life, getting thicker and fatter and longer.

"Baby…" he whispered.

His joint kept growing, and growing and… finally, it pointed upward again, bending as she continued to feel his balls. She leaned over and licked them, which looked like little black golf balls, and his prick was a club. And everyone knows that the balls always end up in a hole…

"Lay back," he told her, and she spread her legs.

She thought he was going to shove it inside her cunt again, but instead, he put his face to her twat. "I'm gonna munch on some clit for a while." He had to make her cum now, and not take a chance at her getting off by his cock. His tongue would do the work.

He slurped up the juices that streamed out of her furry little pussy. Pulling back her cunt-lips and the black hairs that surrounded it, he found her clit and licked it. It was all red and juicy and watery down there. The meat in her cunt looked appetizing, but he had to get to work and not just stare at what he saw.

He sucked on her clit for a while, marveling at the tasty treat. Eating cunts was a specialty he loved to participate in. He'd lap up all that wetness for a few minutes, then he'd dunk his tongue into that hole where he stuffed his cock and drained her flooded little muff. Back to the clit, more licking action, and to cap the fine performance, make her cum like a horny slut.

"Oh…eat that cunt, baby… Christ!"

"Dig it, honey, dig it…"

"Jay… oh Jay, stick that tongue in good… suck on my clit… lap up those juices… sip it dry…"

Anne had such a nice hairy cunt. He was glad she didn't shave off her pussy hair because that was the best part about fucking, feeling your dick hair brush against her mound of cunt hair. It made him want to cum right now. And why not? He grabbed his cock and started to jack off while he grooved on her clit. He pumped himself hard.

"Shee-yit, woman, I'm glad you're in the bargaining mood, because I drive a hard bargain…"

"Don't whack off, baby," she told him, putting her hands out to stop him. "Let me suck it while you eat…"