Robert Mills - Slut wife

As a model for Anderson Studios, Melissa Stanton considered it her duty to cater to the whims of the client. However, the man she was now facing was demanding a lot more. He was staring at her with bold eyes and demanding to fuck her.

Melissa was bewildered by his attitude becausehe was so nice when she came to his office to model the clothing that he was supposed to be buying. She didn't know how to answer his demand.

"Well, get 'em off," he demanded again. "I can't fuck you if you've got your pussy all wrapped up in pretty ruffles."

Melissa stammered. "Take my pants off? You can't mean that!"

He chuckled. "Of course I mean it. I can't very well stick my cock into your cunt unless you lay down and spread your legs."

"I… I…" she stuttered.

"What's the problem, baby? You think I don't have the money?" He pulled a fat wallet from his pocket, extracted a number of bills from it. He offered them to Melissa. "How much? Two hundred enough?"

Melissa was dumfounded. Two hundred dollars! The man was actually offering two hundred dollars to fuck her. It was an awful lot of money. It was the exact amount that Martin needed to pay his gambling debt to the men at the Central Valley Country Club. She could get it for him and all she had to do was lie down and let this man fuck her. They could certainly use the money and Martin wouldn't have to know. He would be very pleased when he learned she had earned that much for him.

"Two hundred dollars!" she stammered. "You…"

"All right, three hundred," the man said, interrupting her. "Not a dime more, baby. No cunt is worth over three hundred."

"In cash?" Melissa asked.

"Three big ones, baby." He held the money out to her.

Melissa stared at the bills. She reached for them, blindly, thinking only of the three bills, not what she had to do for them. Martin wouldn't know she had let this man fuck her cunt because she wouldn't tell anyone and she was certain the man couldn't. He didn't know who she was.

Melissa felt a sense of excitement now that she had accepted the money. How could it be so bad to do what the man was asking? Sex was supposed to be the new in thing for the social whirl. She had read articles on wife-swapping, communal sex, group sex and other forms of extramarital sex that was part of the new morality. One of her neighbors had even worked in a massage parlor for a week and had enjoyed fucking and sucking the customers.

She said, "I'll do it."

The man pointed to a door across the room. "Take your clothes off," he told her. "You can do whatever you have to do in there."

She said thanks and went through the door, instantly relieved to find herself in a washroom. The man understood women. She liked that. It would make it so much easier to do what she had to do.

When she came back out of the washroom, she was naked. The man beamed when he saw her and she realized, with a bit of a shock, that he too, was naked. He was standing beside the couch, waiting for her to join him.

He stared at her as she moved toward him and she could feel his gaze crawling up her body; starting at her feet, then moving slowly up her legs, pausing for a moment to peer at her cunt, then moving on up to her tits. She could see his eyes shift from her right tit to the left, then go back down to the black hair surrounding her pussy. Then his gaze shifted to her face.

"You are a beautiful woman," he said. "Mark was right when he said you were one of his best girls."

Mark was the man who ran the agency. The girls called him Mr. Anderson. Melissa didn't know that she was considered one of his best girls. He had never mentioned that fact to her.

"I'll have to thank him," she said.

"I'll do it for you," he said with a grin. "We're having dinner together this evening. It would be nice if you could join us."

She thought about it for a brief moment, then shook her head. Martin would be mad as hell. "I couldn't," she said quickly. "I have other things I have to do."

He scratched his stomach, then the hair around his prick. His cock was beginning to inflate. It hung slightly forward and was stretching down, growing longer at the same time that it was getting bigger. She stared at his cock for a moment in disbelief. His prick was so large that she wondered if she would be able to fuck it.

He motioned to the couch and she found herself moving to it, still staring at his immense cock. His prick drooped at an angle and the tip of it looked so large she was becoming a little frightened. It must have shown on her face.

"Don't get uptight," the man said. "When I get through kissing you and playing with your cunt, it will be just the right size."

She forced her gaze away from the monstrous cock. "Sorry," she said quickly. "I didn't mean…

He interrupted her. "No sweat," he said with a broad grin. "All the girls are surprised, at first."

She sat down on the black leather couch, then swiveled around so she could stretch out flat. The couch was very soft and her panic diminished.

He stood beside the couch looking down at her, then he knelt and kissed her on the stomach. The touch of his lips made her tremble and he laughed.

"The women all do that," he stated.

Then, he was nuzzling her tits, licking around the taut red nipples, dragging his tongue over them as if savoring every inch of her tits. After that, he kissed her on the lips and pulled gently on her earlobes. That made her tinge all over and little sensations went crawling down across her body to the mouth of her cunt. He could do what he wanted to do and in so doing, might float her away on a wave of pleasure.

She heard him say, "I'm going to suck your cunt." There was pressure on her legs as he spread them so he could reach the soft folds of cuntflesh he wanted to explore.

A twinge of ecstasy shot through her as his tongue licked her clitoris, rubbing the tender flesh. It was like nothing she had ever felt before and she loved it.

After a moment, he moved down to her smooth thighs, lapping his tongue over the sensitive skin, then moving back to her cunt, licking around it, teasing the flesh, then nibbling tenderly in her pussy. Her nerves were beginning to tighten and another tremor swept her body. She was becoming hot and she knew that she wanted this man to fuck her. Wanted him to fuck her more than she wanted anything else in life.

She moaned, "Oh Jesus!"

The man stopped licking her pussy.

"Are you okay?" he inquired.

She raised her head so she could see him.

"You're making me awful hot."

"Then maybe we better get on to the main attraction."

He crawled onto the couch, positioned himself between her legs, arching over her, holding himself up with one arm while guiding his cock toward the opening of her cunt. It looked like a gigantic Italian sausage and for a moment she felt panic. Suppose he couldn't get it into her, she thought. Then he would be mad and want his money back. He had to get it in.

There was pressure on her cunt, a quick jab and the huge shaft slid into the confines of her tight pussy. For a moment she felt as if she had been blown up down there; like some monstrous balloon had been forced inside of her cunt. Then he began to work his cock in and out and it felt good. Every inch of her cunt was being rubbed. This was something new, a new way of being fucked and she was loving it. "Oh Jesus, Martin," she murmured. "Why can't you fuck like this?"

"How about it, baby? You like being fucked like this?"

"It's marvelous," she managed to whisper. "My cunt never felt so good. Please do it faster. Do it real fast for a little while."