Mary Moore - Whore wife

"Ohhh, ohhhh, Jim, mmmmm, hhhhhh, oh, that feels sooooo good." Her hands went up under her bra and pulled her large breasts out, releasing them to her cupped, loving palms and letting the bra dangle like a collar around her neck.

"Sexy," said Jim, looking up from his kneeling position on the bed carpeted floor. His mouth and nose were dripping wet, dripping from his saliva and her juices.

Linda smiled. "You look funny," she said softly. "Shhhhh," he said, rose and thrust a finger up her at the same time. He stopped to remove the rest of his clothes then and dove into bed beside her.

"You're hot stuff, aren't you?" he said, burying his nose in her right tit. "Strange Frankie should send someone like you to me. It doesn't sound like Frankie."

"He didn't want to. I made him," Linda said quickly, anxious to clear the name of her friend.

"Assertive little bitch, aren't you?" said Jim. He lay over her and filled her mouth with his tongue. Then he ripped her bra off over her head, catching an edge of it in her eye. "Sorry," he said, then plunged his erect cock into her groin.

"Ow, take it easy," she said. "There's time." She grabbed his stiff tool, opened her thighs wide and eased it in.

He thrust hard up her. It would have hurt like hell if Linda hadn't been hot and greasy with her own juices. She gasped. It felt so damn good to have this hot man's cock in her tight juicy cunt.

"Mmmmmmm," she groaned, wanting him to make her come.

"Don't enjoy it too much," said Jim duly. "Remember, you're here to serve me. Come on, hump hard now." His head and mouth dipped down from the strenuous push-ups he was performing over her, and he lapped away at her tit. He bit her nipple hard.

"Ouch!" she cried out. But perversely the shock of pain aroused her more.

Then he bit her neck. He sucked her hard at the crook of her neck and bit her on the nape. It felt good. She hoped Tim wouldn't notice the love bite. God, she had to face her husband that night!

Put it out of your mind, she ordered herself.

"Put your legs around mine," Jim demanded.

She obeyed. "Higher," he said, "around my buttocks."

She did as she was, told.

"Now hard. Hump. Hump like you've never humped before!"

Linda thrust her pelvis up to meet his. It slapped loudly against Jim's groin. It also made her cunt open deep and swallow his cock up to the base.

"Nghghngh," she heard herself groan in satisfaction. He was so deep.

"Don't forget me," said Jim. "Don't enjoy it too much." He got up on his arms again and pumped hard. In and out, in and out. He socked it to her hard.

"Now fuck! Hard!" he ordered.

And she did. She fucked hard. She never fucked harder. She worked for her money. She was determined to earn it. And she never enjoyed sex so much in her life.

"Turn over," commanded Jim. He withdrew his cock from her pussy hole, dripping with juices.

She turned over and fell on her large boobies. "Get up on your haunches. Like the bitch that you are!"

Linda knew he meant it. She rose up and kneeled in front of him, her arms supporting her.

She felt his finger up her pussy hole and she spread her thighs to make room for him. She dropped her upper torso to the pillow. Her ass waved in the air.

She felt his large cockhead shove right into her expanded cunt hole. She gasped and nearly fainted with the sensation.

"Oh, my, oh, my!" she said, forgetting she wasn't to let him know how much she enjoyed it.

But this time he didn't seem to mind. He grabbed her around the waist and fucked her soundly. He thrust hard and her ass hurled back at him.

He reached around her and fondled her huge breasts.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," she crooned, to feel him pinch and nip her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

"You've got some titties, baby," he crooned. He took them in his large hands and squeezed them like they were grapefruit.

Thank you, she wanted to say, but thought that would be out of place.

He slapped and pinched her ass cheeks. He reached around and felt for her clit and, finding it, began to rub and pinch it hard.

"Ohhhhhh, oh, ohhh," she moaned and spread her legs even wider.

Suddenly he withdrew and she felt his finger up her anus.

"Ow," she cried out, and before she knew it, the finger was gone, and his fat dick was raging into her, almost ripping her apart.

"Oh, oh, oh," she cried, the pain nearly killing her.

He pulled out suddenly, not wanting to hear her screams. "I'll get the Vaseline," he said automatically.

Young man in a hurry, she thought, as she lay on the bed. He's on a schedule and nothing can stop him. If I can only hang in there. She sighed.

He returned, a finger dripped in the petroleum jelly, which he dabbed in her rectum. Her butt twisted and writhed around his finger. Oh, that felt good. And healing.

In a moment her asshole was packed again with his cock. This time, though painful, it was less so, and there was pleasure, too.

"Try to relax," Jim directed. She could tell he was used to directing people.

He pulled his cock three quarters of the way out. Linda was gasping with pain-pleasure. Then he sent his shaft flying right back up her shit chute, her channel of pleasure.

As she shoved his sharp sword in and out of her asshole, his fingers were sawing in and out of her cunt hole, while one finger was doing a delightful dance on her sensitive clit. She was jumping with pleasure.

The sexual play was shocking and shooting her whole system, all at once. And three hundred dollars lay on the lamp table as an added commission. Could any girl be happier?

Linda was now in a state of mindless bliss. Her body was writhing and twisting on the bed, pelvis up, shoulders down. Her mouth was contorted in pleasure. She was panting hard, not from the exertion, because there was hardly any, but from the pleasure.

He was pumping hard now. He was pumping home, she thought. She'd reached several climaxes already, the deep satisfying kind, not the nervous, flighty kind that came and went quickly.

Jim's two fingers pumped in and out of her twat. They thrust deeply inside her cunt and twisted and turned around her cunt walls, feeling every muscle and making the pliant, pliable hole twitch excitedly, satisfyingly.

The finger of the other hand rubbed hard over her clit, relaxed her whole groin, and made the electric impulses course through her cunt.

Linda was at his mercy. Putty. She felt something bigger than she was take off inside her body. She'd lost all her control. A huge wave of orgasm welled up somewhere in her and passed through her nervous system. It shook her to the core. She heard herself scream. Growl. Cry out with infinite pleasure. And weep when it was over.

"Ohhhhhhh," she cried. "Oh, Jim, ohh, it's so wonderful. Wonderful. Oh, just fuck me now! Please!"

He removed his dick from her shit chute and plunged it into her pussy. Then he fucked her till she was on the brink of passing out.

Soon his cock was gushing into her wet cunt hole. She felt it spray against her cunt walls and then dribble slowly out of her.

Linda was chuckling with pleasure now. Never had she felt so good. She reached beneath her and patted his balls. She squeezed his thighs, dark with hair.

Jim barely made a sound when he came except to say, "Shit, you're a good fuck, kid." He finally pulled out and rolled over beside her, lighting a cigar he fetched from his pants. "You could make millions."

"I'd rather do it another way," said Linda. "Really."

He looked at her disbelievingly. "Well, you won't in the theater," he said. "There's not much money to be made, except for the very few. Unless you get a TV series or something like that. There are more hungry actors around than in any other profession I know. Look, let's order something from room service. How about roast beef sandwiches? Wine? I've got to get back. But you can stay here all night and I'll come visit you tomorrow."