Robert Mills - Slut wife

"You're not a prostitute, are you?" he asked casually.

The question surprised her and she didn't know how to answer it.

He sensed her reluctance and chuckled.

"You don't have to say either yes or no if you don't want to," he told her.

"It isn't that," she murmured. She stared into his face and his understanding smile made her feel better. "It may sound silly," she added, "I don't know the answer."

His hand rested on a stockinged knee. "You mean you aren't selling your body for money?"

"I mean I don't do this…" She paused. Now she was confused. She searched for the words to explain. "With me, it isn't a business," she said.

She could see he was pleased and the hand on her knee began to rub gently, working slowly up toward the leg of her miniskirt.

"I like that. It means you came because you wanted something other than money."

She nodded. "I came because I wanted to help my husband."

He gave her a light pat on the leg. "That's a very commendable way to look at it."

She lowered her eyes and stared at her glass, remembering only vaguely that it had been given to her and that she had instantly downed the liquor it contained.

Two other women had arrived, girls who were overdressed, heavily made up. Definitely as call girls. The two young men accepted them as their "dates".

They ate in a small dining room, dining on steak and lobster and white wine. And all the time they conversed, his hand was on her leg, worming down between them, reaching to feel her pussy. It was all so animal-like, she reflected, and she really didn't like him that well.

His fingers were clawing at the crotch of her panties and she wiggled because the tight fabric was biting into her pussy and it hurt. She realized that she didn't want to fuck him, she didn't want him pawing her body and; above all, she didn't want his finger scratching the tender lips of her cunt.

She was relieved when dinner was over and they went back to the comfort of the meeting room.

Durant stood close to her, as if patiently waiting for her to make a comment. Instead, she straightened the waist band of her skirt. He was following every movement.

"Don't you intend to get undressed so we can start the sex games?"

She fumbled with the band of the skirt, Undressed? Did he mean for her to undress right there?

"Games?" she repeated. "What kind of games?"

"Anything. You can get down on your hands and knees and I'll fuck you dog-fashion or I can sit on a chair and you sit in my lap. Anything that will make for fun."

"You're kidding!"

He was staring at her skirt as if trying to see through them. "Not at all. You did know you were expected to fuck, didn't you?"

Melissa was embarrassed. She tried to speak, but couldn't.

"We're all friends here," he said in a fatherly tone. "Sex to us is very important and it doesn't matter how many people are looking on. I would prefer that we got down to the fucking bit. I haven't had any cunt for a few days and I'm feeling really horny."

He voiced his request with the same casualness that he had used in offering a drink. Would you like a martini now, or wait until later? Do you want to undress so we can fuck flow, or wait until later? Melissa found his straight-forwardness perplexing.

He was picking at the buttons of her blouse, unbuttoning them one by one, his eyes intent on the firm mounds of flesh behind the fabric, then he was pushing it off her shoulders and working it down her arms. She stood as if petrified.

Her naked tits were rosy under the room light and she raised her arms as if to cover them.

He leaned over and licked one nipple gently with his tongue. His fingers moved down to the waist of the skirt and she knew there was little use to refuse. She removed the skirt.

He almost sighed when she revealed her pussy. As she undressed, she realized that everyone was doing the same and everyone was naked.

Durant stepped out of his shorts and his massive prick swung lazily. He rubbed his cock, bringing it to a partial stiffness.

He squeezed it with his hands, rubbed his balls, and strained to bring on an erection.

"Help me," he pleaded.

Melissa stared at the sagging sack which held his balls and at the partially limp roll of cockflesh. She went down on her knees, began stroking it gently.

"Suck it, please."

She felt panic. In the last few weeks she had permitted various men to fuck her, but she had never engaged in cocksucking. Now she was being asked to do so and she wasn't certain she would like it. Martin had mentioned girls that gave blowjobs and he always laughed at them as if they might be some sort of freak. She didn't want to be a freak. She didn't want to suck this man's cock. Her heart began to beat rapidly and she sensed that she was getting red in the face.

"Don't be bashful, sweetie," Durant wheezed. "My cock's as clean as any other man's."

Melissa stared intently at the length of prickflesh, attempting to focus her vision on it.

She grasped the sagging cock with her thumb and fingers and brought it close, to her mouth. "I'll try," she promised.

His prick was stiff now and the head of it thrust upward, as if reaching for her lips. She bent down, opened her mouth and held it in the offering, not yet permitting her lips to touch the round knob. She could hear Durant sputtering. He was becoming impatient.

"Jesus, woman! What's the matter?" he snapped. "What's so difficult about sucking a cock?"

She wanted to back away, to tell him she wouldn't suck his cock, but she knew she couldn't. They would tell Martin and that would be worse.

She settled her lips down around his erect cock, feeling the strange pressures of something so large in her mouth. It was like attempting to thrust a banana into her mouth all at once. She lowered her head, forcing the shaft further into her oral cavity. She sensed that Durant was glowering at her. Apparently he was a man who was accustomed to having his orders obeyed at once. Even by a whore who was supposed to suck his cock but didn't know how.

Melissa breathed deep through her nose and closed her lips tight around Durant's hard cock. She knew she would have to satisfy him or lose the one thousand dollars she was supposed to get.

She would imitate the girls in the porno flicks, she decided. She had seen them doing a cocksucking act and it had looked easy. They had bent over the man's cock, taking it in their mouths and then moved their heads up and down to give the action. Somehow, that had made the man have an orgasm and they seemed to love it. She would have to do it that way now.

She closed her lips tight against the flesh of Durant's cock, then moved her head up and down, pressing her tongue against the hot skin and realizing that there was no other place to put it. She pressed hard, pushing the flesh as if she wanted to lick it clean and she could feel Durant move as if the action was giving him a great pleasure. He was mumbling, repeating the words, "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy."

She was encouraged to faster action; bobbing her head up and down and pressing her tongue against the swollen prick, teasing it to erection. Durant had arched back, raising his ass off the chair, pushing his groin up to meet the onslaught of her attack. He was moaning.

"That's the way, baby. Suck the shit out of it!"

She was trying to live up to his expectations.

She pretended that she was home eating a banana for lunch. His cock was a long, delicious banana and it was becoming harder as she nibbled at it. The large round head was hitting the top of her mouth and slapping the arch of her throat. She expected, at any moment, for the cream to come shooting from the end of it and she didn't know what she would do when it happened.

Durant was grasping her head.

"That's enough," he said in a hoarse whisper. He pulled his pulsating prick from her mouth and settled back on the chair. "I want to fuck you dog-fashion."