Robert Vickers - Hooker housewife

"Thanks, Thompson. But I'm so damn sweaty from all that fucking. Could I use your shower to freshen up?"

The man got a strange look in his eyes, then leered slightly.

"Sure thing. Down the hall."

After Denise had lithely risen to her feet and started off in the indicated direction, Thompson added, "And I'll join you in a couple of minutes!"

Denise trotted down the hall unaware of Thompson's lustful eyes fastened on her wiggly ass. He relished the sight of her long, slender legs flashing in the dim hall lights, the smooth play of her muscles under silky skin. But most of all, he liked the way her tits bounced when she walked. The woman's jugs swayed gently from side to side and, when she turned to go into the bathroom, she was momentarily silhouetted against the light.

The still aroused nipples stuck out from her boobs like fiery-red fingers.

Thompson was in no condition yet to get a hard-on. But he'd bide his time, and soon, very soon, he'd go fuck that lovely wench again. The gambler had seen broads in his day, lots of them, but never one that could equal Denise.

She frankly puzzled the man. He'd never come across a hooker who was so enthusiastic about getting fucked. And he certainly had never found one before that had a virgin asshole. That was a treat he'd thought he would never discover this side of Heaven. Not that Thompson really thought much about either Heaven or Hell.

His philosophy was simple. A man made his own Heaven or Hell on earth. Thompson made sure his existence was as close to what he considered paradise as possible. He lived well, had the flashiest of cars and poshest of pads and managed to find and fuck the sexiest chicks around the gaudy town of Las Vegas.

He had certainly lucked out when he found Denise.

The gambler wondered how many more times he could fuck her before he got tired of her tight pussy and clutching ass.

He shrugged off the thought as he rose to fix himself a drink, pouring three fingers of Wild Turkey into a glass and draining it with a single gulp. The fiery amber liquor burned down his throat and finally came to rest in the bottom of his stomach, where he felt the warmth begin to diffuse through his body. In a surprisingly short time, strength had returned to his sexually sated body, and he was ready to fuck again.

Thompson boldly marched down the hallway until he came to the bathroom door. From behind the closed door he heard the sound of gushing water rushing out to bathe the brunette beauty. He imagined the stream of water caressing Denise's slender body, rippling over her limbs and cascading off her tits. The trickling water would drip down to her cunt and finally run off her pussy mound in a pencil-thick stream of water.

The thought of the gorgeous woman running her soapy hands over her tender, succulent body began to give Thompson another hard-on. He looked down and saw his limp, sleeping snake of a cock begin to rise. In a few seconds, it was hard and throbbing in front of his body.

His cock screamed to be thrust into the wanton woman's cunt.

Wasting no time, he slipped into the steamy room, everything appearing indistinct in the small enclosure. But Thompson knew where he wanted to go. He was cocked and ready to fire again.

The shower booth contained his target – Denise's frothy, fuming and incredibly tight cunt!

The gambler quickly opened the door to the stall and slipped in beside the wet and soapy Denise.

"Thompson!" she cried in surprise. "Wh-What are you doing in here?"

"Nothing, babe. I figured I needed a bit of a shower, too, and decided to join you. Didn't want you to get lonesome or nothing. That'd be a lousy thing for a host to do to his guest. Need any help washing your back?"

He had meant to say "cunt", but he had changed his mind. This filly was a bit skittish for some reason. Most hookers he knew were as brazen as the hinges on the gate to Hell. But if she wanted to play games, that was fine with him.

As long as he got his prick up her pussy enough times.

"I… I don't think there's enough… room for both of us!" Denise blurted out in panic, not wanting Thompson to share the shower stall with her. It was irrational. She knew that. Here was a man who had just fucked her butt for the first time, had crammed his fingers up her quim, twiddled her tits and seen her totally naked and helpless with lust for him. And she was embarrassed having him in the same shower with her!

As his hands began to stroke over her lathered body, Denise could not deny there was a certain sensual delight in having him wash her. When his hands completely covered themselves in the lathery soap, he moved to her tit like a magnet attracts iron filing.

The slippery sensations of his groping hands moving across her boobs really turned her on. The rush of the water on her body stimulated her nerves and made her feel more alive than ever before. The fucking she had received heightened her senses, made her more receptive to sexual overtures on Thompson's part. And his very nearness – and the nearness of his meaty prick to her cunt – undeniably made her hot to have him inside her quim and fucking the living daylights out of her!

"Please, Thompson…"

"Please, what?" The man wanted her to beg for his cock, wanted her to tell him exactly what she needed before he gave it to her.

"I… I love the feel of your hands on my body. Keep stroking my breasts like thaaat! Yyesss!"

"You really love it, don't you? What else do you want besides my hand on your body?" he asked as he began to stroke across her pussylips, compressing them between his strong fingers.

"Th… the… your cock! I want your cock inside me!" she blurted out in a fit of passion.

The feelings surging into the lovely woman's body had obliterated all thoughts that this scene wasn't entirely proper. What difference did it make that she was sharing a shower with the man who had just fucked her ass? Denise had a long ways to go to clear out the cobwebs in the logic of her puritan morals, and this was merely one step in that direction.

Thompson continued to soap the dark-haired beauty's back and sides. His hands lingered on her tits while his fingers pressed the nipples down into their marshmallowy bases. Denise's tits flowed and smashed like putty under the gambler's strong manipulations.

Denise slipped and fell back against the wall of the shower. As she slid down the tiled wall, she spread her legs and involuntarily opened her snatch to the man. Thompson didn't miss the significance of the action. But he wasn't ready yet to fuck that lovely, beckoning man-hole hidden under the curly bush of her pussy hair.

He wanted to try out a bit more foreplay first.

The man turned his back to the stream of water jetting down from the nozzle and faced Denise.

"How does this feel?" the gambler asked his willing partner.

Thompson began to fondle Denise's tits with both of his hands. The soap suds made his fingers squirt and slip on the smooth flesh and gave an incredibly erotic feel to his actions.

Denise moaned in pleasure at the feel of the man's hands on her boobs. Thompson gripped her jugs and began to rotate them. He took her left knocker and twisted it in a counterclockwise direction. The right tit was turned clockwise. Denise had the impression she would have her soap-cover jugs ripped off her chest. But she didn't complain. The feeling was an odd combination of pleasure and pain. The mixture of emotions in her body was something new.

Soon, the pleasure more than dominated the pain. The discomfort merely added to her pleasure by giving her something to compare the delight to. Denise enjoyed to the fullest the stabs of joy that lanced into her chest. Her lungs seemed to be on fire with the burning lust that the man was generating in her torso.