Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

It didn't matter. I could take it all.

"Damn, sugar. That's a fine mouth you got there! Damn fine."

He didn't know the half of it.

Now I began to swirl my tongue around his meat, spiraling it so that each thrust brought new, powerful sensations to his cock.

"Yeah, sugar, that's it. That's good!"

He was ecstatic now, and I knew that I was making him forget all about Texas girls.

Swirling and flicking my tongue at will, I had him reduced to moans and groans in a matter of a few seconds. His hands were all over my tits, fondling them and feeling my hard, sensitive nipples.

Suddenly I had an idea.

I could feel his cock beginning to spasm and I knew that he was going to come before too much more time had passed. I had to make my decision.

A second later I pulled my mouth off his wet, slimy cock and slammed it between my tits before he had a chance to figure out what was happening.

Then, using my hands to press from the outside, I squeezed his cock between my tits and began to ride up and down, forcing his cock to fuck me between my tits.

"Damn, girl. Yeah, that's fine. Fine!"

He groaned and began to thrust wildly, while both of us watched his long, purple wand flashing in and out of my tits.

It began to throb.

"Come on, Roy. Let me see you come!" I gasped, suddenly wanting desperately to see and feel his cock explode.

I didn't have long to wait.

He thrust two more times, and then it happened. His cock began to shudder and pulse, then suddenly it exploded.

Hot sizzling cum was everywhere.

I couldn't believe how much jism he poured onto me, splattering my neck and face until I was practically blinded by it all. My entire body became a squishy, slimy mess as again and again ho squirted his juice onto me.

Finally he was finished.

Through glazed eyes he looked down at me. I knew the job was mine. And I knew that for the moment at least, he wasn't thinking about Texas.

"You what?" Howard practically growled.

"You heard me. I got a job."

"What the hell for? Jesus Christ, we've got everything we could…"

"I'm bored, Howard."

"Shit."

"You're very articulate."

"What kind of a job is it?"

"I'm a luncheon hostess," I explained. "What the fuck's that?"

"I don't know."

"Shit."

I went to bed. Ten minutes later Howard followed me, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was still spoiling for a fight. I really didn't care, but there was no way I could escape it so I resigned myself to it.

It wasn't the kind of fight I expected.

Howard stood at the end of the bed glaring at me. I didn't say anything, but sat up with my back against the pillows wearing a flannel nightgown.

"So you're bored?"

"That's right."

"Your favorite word again."

He took off his shirt, then his trousers. I was surprised to see that his cock was fully erect.

"My my, you don't look bored now."

"I'm about ready to bore a hole right through your cunt."

"Oooohhhh. I'm scared…"

Now he was naked, and his erection was a truly angry one. He started to climb into bed.

"Howard, not tonight."

"Fuck you."

"He's learned a new expression."

I couldn't believe I was being such a bitch, and neither could he. For a long time he just stared at me from the other end of the bed, his eyes reflecting his rage.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Three or four cocks. I lost count."

"Goddamn it!"

He lost control. In two seconds he was all over me, dragging me up from beneath the covers and positioning me on top of the bed.

"What're you gonna do?" I asked, feigning terror. In actuality I really was a little uneasy with ail this; he seemed like he wasn't certain himself what he was going to do.

"Is this going to be a fate worse than death?" I sneered, goading him to further action.

"Jesus Christ."

He grabbed my nightgown and ripped it down the front, exposing my tits and cunt.

"That's very childish."

"Shut up."

"Whatever you say."

It was strange to see how his rage was being transformed into sexual excitement, but his cock was a visible measure of how this was happening.

He ripped the gown again. This time it split all the way down and I was completely naked.

"Crude, but effective."

"I don't know you."

"Then fucking me ought to be that much more fun, shouldn't it."

"Shut up!" he yelled, slapping me solidly on the cheek. For some strange reason that I didn't understand at the time, I liked it.

"Come on, Howard, fuck me. Just wake me up when you're finished."

I held my cunt open with both hands, gesturing for him to put his cock in it.

With a growl he lunged forward, mashing his cock deep into my pussy with a single wild thrust.

I lay motionless.

He began to fuck me with as wild a series of motions I had ever imagined, but somehow I managed to do nothing. It was strange to be totally passive like this, and even though he was hurting me I still remained perfectly still.

"Do something, bitch!"

I yawned.

He slapped me again, this time harder, I could feel a hot flush mounting my cheek, and I could tell that he was getting incredibly turned on by this whole macho exhibition.

Then something started happening inside me that I couldn't really understand. Since I'd already had such a busy day, it had never occurred to me that I might get turned on by Howard, of all people.

But it was happening.

My cunt was beginning to tremble as his thrusts became more and more powerful. No matter how much I tried to freeze my mind and body, I couldn't help but feel a growing excitement deep inside my body.

Howard broke into a grin as he felt me coming to life beneath me.

"You like it, don't you?"

"Fuck you."

"You like being slapped around a little. Christ, you're incredible."

"Just fuck me, you prick."

He grinned and jammed into me so hard that I couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Owwwww!"

"Shut up, you love it."

I shut up. No matter how much I wanted to keep my body passive, I just couldn't seem to do it. Completely against my will, I started grinding up against him, shoving my cunt against his rod as it continually imbedded itself in my clit.

"You're gonna come, aren't you bitch?"

"Shut up."

His grin became wider and wider. Now he was totally out of control, and so was I. My hands were around his shoulders, clawing madly at his back, while he held my head in place by grabbing my hair.

"It won't be long now, bitch. Not long at all." He was going to come. No! Not yet… I wasn't ready for him.

It didn't make any difference. Even as my mind was reacting to the fact that he was about to come.

I knew that there was no way I was going to explode tonight.

Howard wouldn't let it happen.

"I'm gonna come, bitch. Right now."

At that moment he jerked his cock from my cunt, grabbed it in his hands, and shot off all over me.

I could do nothing.

Lying there I felt his hot cum splatter all over my body. His load was incredible for him; almost as much as Mr. Hoffheinz had shot onto me earlier in the afternoon.

Then he was finished.

For a long time he lay heavily on top of me, and then he was asleep.

Silently I slipped out from under him. On my side of the bed I lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling and thinking.

What was happening to me?

I couldn't quite figure it out, but I did know that I had baited Howard so badly because I wanted to; and that more than that I had wanted him to be rough with me, slap me around, even hurt me a little.

Was I feeling guilty?

I had to admit that in the last few days I had changed quite a bit. First with the salesman, then with the two plumbers, and then with Mr. Hoffheinz. But I hadn't felt bad at the end of any of those encounters, and even when I got home I didn't exactly feel bad.