Robert Mills - Slut wife

"That's the trip, baby. You come over here and we will have our own little party."Melissa squeezed the phone. "Doing what?" "Fuckin', baby. Just good old fuckin'." "Why should I fuck you?"

"Because I say so or daddy gets the bundle. Understand?"

Melissa did understand, only too well. The man on the phone had her by the short hairs. "When do you want me to come?" There was another chuckle.

"Now, baby. Right now. I've got a big stiff cock and want you to play with it."

"No!" Melissa said.

"Yes, baby," the voice insisted in a firm tone. "Right now."

Melissa knew it was useless to argue.

"I'll do it," she promised. "Where are you?"

He gave her the name of a motel.

"Take a cab, baby. Have the driver bring you up to the driveway and you walk in from there."

It took the cab only a few minutes to whisk her to the motel. Melissa paid him and walked briskly toward the room she had been directed to. She was almost afraid to knock when she reached the door.

The young man who opened the door looked vaguely familiar. His dark collar-length hair looked freshly combed and brown eyes looked at her from behind a faint smile. "Hello, Melissa," he said. He stood back so she could enter the room.

She stepped inside, peering into the face, aware that they had met before and recently. Then he grinned and the image was burned into her mind. Yes, she had seen him before. A young man in a limousine. This was the driver who had picked her up for Sandino's party. Melissa paused just inside the door and returned his greeting.

"Well," she said. "I certainly didn't expect you."

"Small world," he said casually.

She had to agree that indeed it was.

Now that she was face to face with the man, he didn't seem all that terrible. She gave him a big smile, a flash of teeth and said thanks.

"It was nice of you to get my things," she beamed. "I was worried."

She glanced casually about the room, noting the shoddy furnishings and the dirty drapes.

"I'll take my things now," she suggested.

He moved back from the door and pushed it shut. Then he stood looking at her.

He said, "You're funny."

"You did say you had them?"

He nodded.

"Then if you give them to me, I'll go back home."

His answer was another amused chuckle. "Why the big rush, baby. We haven't become acquainted yet."

Melissa gestured and gave a shrug of her shoulders. "I'm not sure that I want to."

His smile became bolder. "You will, baby," he promised. "When I push my prick into your slippery little cunt, you will feel that I'm the best friend you ever had."

Melissa frowned. "What makes you think I want your prick in my cunt?"

"That's what it was made for, baby. Women were made to fuck and men are supposed to do the fucking. Take your clothes off and we'll get down to business."

Melissa shook her head. "I don't fuck men who force themselves on me!"

He was amused and showed it.

"Then lay down on the bed real quiet and I'll just push my prick into you. There isn't any reason to be unhappy when there is so much pleasure to be shared."

She moved uneasily. "And if I don't?"

"I may have to slap you around a little bit but you'll come around to it."

"You touch me and I'll scream!"

"Nobody cares. This motel is full of whores who scream. No one pays any attention to them."

"I could just walk out," she suggested.

He nodded in the affirmative. "Sure you could, but the bundle would go to your husband."

"And if I stay?"

"After I'm through with you, you can go any time you please," he promised.

Melissa set her lips and stared at his tanned face. "What do you want to do first?"

He grinned deeply and licked his lips. "Get your pants off. I've got a great big cock for you to play with."

It was so easy to undress that Melissa marveled at her own casualness. Only a few minutes before, she had feared this man and would have refused to remove even her blouse, but now she was slipping out of her bed, waiting and watching. She tossed her panties aside and stood before him naked and beautiful.

He liked her. She could tell by the way his eyes did the slow crawl, moving his gaze up from the patch of hair at her cunt, to the nipples of her firm round breasts. She would have to do what he desired, and perhaps she did owe him that much. After all, he had taken her away from an old man whose only interest in her was to find out how many positions she could get into and still make her cunt accessible to his cock. This man had taken her home, put her to bed and, in spite of the fact she had been naked, hadn't attempted to fuck her then.

"Why didn't you?" she asked suddenly.

He gave her a puzzled look. "Why didn't I what?" he asked back.

"Fuck me after you put me to bed?"

His grin came back and he didn't look so threatening. "You were spaced out, baby. There isn't any fun in fucking a woman who's out cold."

"You could have stayed until morning and fucked me then."

He shook his head. "Not after all the booze and pot they gave you. A man never wants to fuck a sick complaining woman."

Again, she had to admit that he was right.

As the fear of him ebbed from her thoughts, her mind began to accept the situation. She was here and she couldn't leave. Not until he had finished fucking her and was satisfied. Her face became set with a determined smile.

"Let's get on with it," she suggested.

His fingers unbuttoned his slacks. "You're going to get it, baby," he said.

When he opened the fly of his trousers, the white of his Jockey shorts was visible and a round bulge began to protrude. Melissa watched breathless as he pulled the zipper down, releasing the bulge, bringing it into full view. He looked so strong, so virile, so absolutely handsome that she could no longer associate him with the voice on the phone.

"It must be beautiful," she whispered.

She went down on her knees, grabbed the bulging fabric, rubbing her fingers over it, fondling, squeezing. The bulge began to grow. Her fingers probed for the opening of his shorts, seeking to pull that delicious prick free but the cock was pushing at the fabric so that she couldn't find the opening. She clawed at the mound, then, in desperation, grasped the waistband and jerked the garment downward. Her eyes feasted on his big prick as it was uncovered.

His huge prick flopped out, then hung dangling, like some immense sausage. She gazed at it, her lips quivering. She pounced on it, grasping it in her hand, lifting it, directing it between her lips. She was dying to suck his cock, to feel the force of that hot prick in her throat and to taste his hot cum. She knew it was wrong but she did want to suck his cock, then have him push it deep into her cunt.

She couldn't wait for him to undress, she wanted that beautiful cock fucking her mouth now. As her lips closed around his cock, she could see that he was vastly pleased.

Tuesday morning found Melissa suffering from a greater case of confusion and bewilderment than she had felt Saturday morning after she discovered Martin wasn't home. The fact that he seemed to know nothing about her Friday night orgy had lessened her misgivings. Then when Sandino's driver had called and stated ho was the one who had brought her home, it had lifted a load from her mind and reassured her that she was safe from being discovered.

But now she wasn't so certain. Her visit to the motel, her submission to the man she found there, and an afternoon of sexual bouts which could only have come from the foulest depths of a perverted mind, had served only to increase her anxiety. Now she didn't want to remember either him or his actions. She chided herself for giving in to the demanding sexual desires of her own body.

During the course of the afternoon and evening, she had been subjected to every form of sexual involvement that could be thought up by the mind of man. She had sucked his cock, licked his scrotum and even helped the young man undress so she could continue a tongue massage under his balls. All the time, he was licking her cunt and biting her clit. After that, he had decided he wanted a handjob and showed her how to do that. She learned to do a "round the world" which consisted of licking his asshole until he grew another hard-on. Then he insisted on fucking her in the ass. It left her very resentful and unhappy about the experience.