Sam Stone - Turned on wife

He blinked. "Then you weren't shucking me. You really are going?"

"Any reasons why I shouldn't?"

"Nope. It's just that you took me by surprise. Christ, everything about you today is a surprise."

"Good or bad?"

"Good. Christ, it's high time you cut your wolf loose and started acting like a real woman, and not like your late mother."

It was Kitten's turn to blink. "You knew her?"

"Sure. Knew your father, too."

Sudden interest mirrored her face. "What was he like, Max?"

He grinned. "Like no man I ever knew before, or since. Big, handsome, full of piss and vinegar, that was your father. I was shrimping with him out of Tampa Bay when he first met your mother. Nothing was the same after she came into his life. Before that he was always reaching out with both hands for a good grip on the future, busting his ass to save for a shrimp fleet, of his own. Your mother threw a quick fuck into that dream, let me tell you. She spent his money like she was afraid it might go out of style. When times started to get tough, she conned him into coming to Starfish Island and selling the land he had here. Here was where she finished throwing a final fuck into his bank book, and then kicked his ass out of the house."

"I thought he…"

"Deserted her?" Max scooped up her wadded panties and shook them loose, then shook his head. "She fed you a bunch of shit about that, Kitten. Your father wasn't a runner. And he wasn't the kind of man who turned his back on obligations. He went back to the shrimp boats, and every month, regular as clockwork, he'd send her money to keep you from going naked – and hungry. Course, knowing your mother, she probably spent most of it on herself. A real user, that one."

Kitten stepped into her panties and tugged them into place over her hips and pussy before she said, "Tell me more about my father. Is he still alive?"

Max shook his head. "He beat your mother to the cemetery by a year. Damn shame you never got to know him, but take my word for it, he was one hell of a man." He smiled. "I'm glad you finally decided to take after him."

Kitten cocked an amused eyebrow at him. "By acting like a whore?"

"No, by coming alive, and unclenching your fists so you can grab for your private rainbow with both hands." His voice turned suddenly gruff. "Christ, will you listen to me! I'm starting to sound like Jason Dubois does when he's drunk." He paused to smack his lips. "Speaking of drinks, I sure as hell could use one right now. How about you?"

Kitten picked up her bra, nodded. "Anything except that cheap wine you drink."

Max moved towards the wall bar, his cock swinging between his legs like a length of wet rope. "I mix a mean Honolulu cooler."

"Fine."

Max watched her don the bra, making Kitten wonder if her actions would give him another hard-on. She hoped so. Another crack at his cock with her mouth would please her to no end. The thought of sucking his dick brought a smile to her lips. Damn, she was getting hooked on the taste of sperm! Correction, she was getting hooked on sex, period.

One stiff prick coming up, Kitten thought as she clasped her bra into place. Her coral nipples remained erect and tingling, their imprint showing through the material as she shook them at Max and asked, "Am I turning you on again, you dirty old man?"

Max stepped out from behind the bar to show her his stiffening tool. "Answer your question? Christ, the way you teased your tits into that damned bra, a dead man would've come up with a rail just from watching. You tease me on purpose?"

"Yes."

"Why? You want me to fuck you again?"

She shook her head as she walked up to him and took his cock in both hands. "I'm still hungry. I want to eat more of your cum."

Max glanced down at the way her fingers were gripping his prick and broke out in a sweat. Then he placed his hands on her naked shoulders and gently forced her down to her knees, rasped, "Start eating, little one."

Kitten kissed the knob of his cock and then her lips dropped and her tongue flicked out to lick his nuts. Max shivered and nearly popped his wad right then. Getting his balls worked over by a woman's tongue always did that to him. He dug the heels of his hands against the back of her head and said, "Christ, that's like getting goosed with an electric wire!"

Kitten stopped licking his nuts and looked up at him. "Good, huh?"

"Better than that."

Kitten dropped her mouth to his balls again. She licked them for a minute or more; then her tongue left his nuggets and her lips worked their way along his throbbing prick-shaft until they reached its knob. She tickled it with the tip of her tongue and almost made him come… again.

"Christ, you really know how to cop a joint!" Max croaked. "But I think you'd better stop teasing and wrap your hot lips around my whang before I squirt a load of cum all over your pretty face. I'm damn near ready to get my rocks off."

Kitten's bra-covered boobs burned against his thighs and her nipples dug into his flesh like twin peckers bent on rape. His cock was long enough for him to look down and see what she was doing. As he stared, Kitten slipped her yawning mouth over the knob of his dripping dong and attacked the underside of it with the tip of her tongue. He hunched forward and watched about four inches of cock disappear inside her mouth; she didn't sag. Her lips tightened and her head moved in a sliding manner over his prick-shaft. She held onto it with her right band, sort of jerking him off while she sucked, and a minute or so later his knees threatened to buckle as jism gushed forth and flooded her mouth; he didn't think he would ever stop coming.

Kitten swallowed every drop of fuck-cream she could get, and then she tried to find more. She gnawed on his whang until he finally backed off and removed it from her mouth, and then she licked the few drops of sperm from the hairy thicket around his balls.

Max waited until her mouth stopped moving. Then he lifted her to a standing position and wheezed, "Enough is enough, Kitten. Christ, don't kill me in one day."

Kitten laughed. "All right, dirty old man, I'll let you get your wind back."

"You'll do better than that," Max said as he returned to the wall bar. "You're going to get dressed, have your drink, and then you're going to get that pretty ass of yours out of here so I can get mine ready for that trip to the mainland. Those damn tourists might get impatient if I'm late, and take their business elsewhere."

Kitten remembered the many nights Max had kept the motel's No Vacancy sign burning to discourage customers, frowned at him. "Why this sudden interest in filling up the cabanas, dirty old man?"

Max didn't pretend to misunderstand. "We need the money."

"We could have been making it all winter."

"We were."

"I don't understand."

Max handed her the Honolulu cooler. "Business slowed down so bad Gil Savage and I decided to turn this place into a hot pillow joint for a while. Those college kids over on the mainland really went for our deal – a free ride here and back, and all the privacy they needed, at half the price they'd pay for a room in DeSoto City."

"I'll be damned!" Kitten laughed as she clinked her glass against his. "A whorehouse was being operated right under my nose and I didn't even know it."

She sampled her drink. "It isn't buried there any more, dirty old man. Let's just hope I yanked it out in time."

"You mean Dan?" He snorted. "I wouldn't worry too much about him not coming back to bed with you. I know that boy. He'll lick the salt from his wounded ego until it's all healed, and then he'll bring his cock back to you. Do me a favor when he does. Leave your blinds open so I can see the look on his face when he finds out the kind of woman you suddenly turned out to be."