Robert Mills - Slut wife

"Push it," she gasped. "Fuck me hard!"

"Here it comes, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Get ready for a real fuck."

His groin banged against her clit as he shoved his cock into the hot sleeve of her cunt.

"Take it, baby!" he grunted. "I'm going to give you all I've got!"

It felt so good she had to sigh. She pushed up against him. She began moving her hips, forcing his cock into the extreme regions of her cunt. It was so exciting, so pleasurable. This was fucking as it should always be.

He was kissing her, hungry sucking kisses that burned her mouth. His arms encircled her, clasping her tight, holding her close to his body, skin against skin, as his groin pumped up and down, driving his cock deep into the confines of her cunt.

"I love you, my darling," he whispered in her ear. "You are so beautiful and so hot. It's a pleasure to fuck you."

Fuck? Yes, fuck. He was fucking her. It was so absolutely marvelous.

"Fuck? Oh yes," she whispered. "Please fuck. Fuck my cunt real hard! Push it real deep! Fucking you is so wonderful."

"You're made to be fucked, fucked and sucked, then fucked again."

Fuck, she thought. What a beautiful word. She repeated it to herself as she peered up into his face. Then his cock began pumping into her pussy. The pain in her cunt increased and she wanted to cry, to scream, to shout with joy.

"Fuck me, honey!" she gurgled. "Fuck me fast! Fuck me all the way up to my belly! I need your cock inside of me. Give me more!"

He forced a finger in beside his pumping cockshaft and caressed the hot lips of her cunt. She was certain to go mad. Her cunt was throbbing. Her passion would only die when his prick started to spurt cum.

"Fuck me, honey," she pleaded in his ear.

"I'm fucking you, baby."

"Push your cock in hard."

"I'm pushing, baby." "Kiss my tits, honey." He kissed her tits. "I love you, honey," she whispered in passion. "I love you too, baby."I want to suck your cock." "After I fuck you, baby." "Harder." He pushed harder."Harder!" He fucked her hard. "Fuck me fast, honey."

She began swinging her head back and forth and that slowed him down. She knew she shouldn't do it, but the pain was so wonderful, so tantalizing that she couldn't hold still. She found herself screaming, begging for more cock, fucking faster.

"Oh Jesus, you fuck so wonderful. Bite my tits!"

He nibbled at the nipples of her breasts but in order to do so, he had to stop fucking. That pained her more.

"No, please!" she begged. "Fuck, please! Don't stop! Push your cock back into me! Just fuck and fuck and fuck!"

He resumed fucking.

He increased his tempo as if feeling the surge of his own sexual release, fucking in and out at a furious pace. Her hands were on his back, fingernails scratching the wet skin. She could smell the odor of sweat and with it the musky odor of her cunt. It was doing something to her, and as his tempo increased, her own sensations mounted and she clutched at him, holding him tight, pulling him down until his head was next to her own, his ear brushing her lips.

"It's so beautiful, honey. I love your cock in me. Push it hard and beat my cunt with your balls. I love the feel of your balls. Fucking is so grand.. Oh… Oh God.. I'm… I'm. Jesus, honey, I'm… honey!"

She pulled at him, locked her legs around his torso, and held him tight in a love embrace."I'm coming.., coming… Jesus, honey cunt…It's marvelous…Ohhhh..Ohhhhhh!"

She jerked as he drove hard down on her, jerking his ass against her restraining embrace, then he wiggled, slapped against her cunt again and went limp. She could sense the flow of hot cum as his cock flared inside of her pussy and there was an answering explosion within her own body.

All she could do was cry, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…"

Then she bit him on the ear.

It was after six-thirty when Melissa reached home, but Martin hadn't arrived yet. She had a terrific headache and hoped the coffee would steady her nerves.

In her haste to leave the party and because of her giddiness, she had forgotten to claim the fee Mr. Sandino had promised for the job. That meant she would have to get it from him tomorrow.

She was suffering from a sense of guilt, in spite of the enjoyment she had received from being fucked by a stranger. She realized that she was acting like a nymph. Martin would never understand.

She sought to rationalize the matter by insisting that she wasn't going to bed with just anyone; they had to have money. Then, she realized with a start that because she had accepted payment for her favors, she was becoming a prostitute.

As she sipped her coffee, she told herself she wouldn't do it again. Regardless of how much money Martin lost, she wouldn't accept payment for fucking men. She didn't want to say the word but it continued to well up in her thoughts. She bit her lips, then permitted them to form the word.

"Whore."

She said it again, then once more, much louder.

"Whore!"

It was almost eight o'clock when Martin finally arrived. She heard him whistling as he parked the car in the garage. He sounded very happy. She pretended to be busy dishing up the food.

"You sound pleased," she said as he came through the door from the garage.

He was exuberant. He gave her a kiss on the back of the neck and grabbed her about the waist. "I won, honey!" he exclaimed with pride. "I won five hundred bucks."

She laid down her spoon and turned in his grasp so she could face him. His eyes were bright with pleasure.

"So much!" she exclaimed. "That's wonderful." "I really had the cards tonight, Lissa. The fellows never had a chance. He gave a strong laugh, then kissed her on the lips. "What's for dinner?"

"Stew. I hope you don't mind."Sounds great, but tomorrow we'll have steak." "Honey, you're so wonderful," she assured him. "Anything for my doll!"

He held out his hand so she could see the money it contained. "Four hundred bucks! Every dime of it mine. I won five, they kept the one I owed them and I've… we've got four. We're in, sweetheart!"

Five hundred dollars! That was the exact amount she had been promised for…

She frowned as the thought hit her. She hadn't been paid by Sandino but Martin had won five hundred dollars. Why not three or six hundred? Why that amount? She didn't want to believe what she was beginning to suspect. She would ask Mr. Sandino, tomorrow, to make sure.

When she called the next morning, Sandino wasn't at the number he had given her and she had no other way of contacting him. All she could do was sit and wait for him to call her. Because she was so bored and so determined not to take another assignment from Anderson, she decided to go shopping.

After hours of trudging the streets and thumbing through the dress racks without any luck, she decided to have lunch.

A familiar figure moved by her as she entered the door of the restaurant. Melissa paused, then called to her neighbor.

"Lois. It's nice to see you."

Lois turned back.

"Melissa! Nice to run into you. Haven't seen you much lately!"

"I've been busy."

"Me too. I got the job."

"Nice. Which one?"

Lois grasped her arm. "Are you in a hurry? Want to talk?"

Melissa nodded. "Sure. I came in to get something to eat. I'm starving, how about you?"

"Me too," Lois said. "I came over to get some baby oil. It's marvelous for chapped hands."

They sat down at a lunch counter.

"Tell me about the job? Which one?"

"The massage thing? Well, I went in the next day after we talked and they put me to work."

Melissa beamed her approval. "That's nice."

Lois grimaced. "The first day was a little rough. You know, with strange men and things."

"Did you get taken care of?" Melissa asked.