Robert Vickers - Hooker housewife

The attractive brunette knew that the man was well off and might give her enough money to let her stop acting like a whore. That thought and the lusty cock convinced Denise that she could let Thompson do whatever he wanted to with her.

She became watery in the knees at the sight of the aroused prick. Just thinking of having it rammed up her cunt started her heart to beating faster. To be fucked by that mighty tool would be something she would remember for a long time!

"Get the clothes off, kid. My cock's hungry for a piece of ass!"

Denise began undressing and dropping her clothing to the plushly carpeted floor. It was pointless to spend the time neatly folding everything when such a dick was waiting for her cunt.

In a few minutes, she was gloriously naked – and ready.

"Come on, Thompson. Bring your lovely cock to me!"

Denise sat on the sofa, then reclined as she opened her thighs to expose her snatch to the man's lascivious gaze. She saw his prick grow more rigid and begin to pound with the same beat of his heart when she exposed the rosy wet meat of her open gash to him.

Thompson came and stood over her. His eyes devoured every curve and plane of her body. The tits with their ruddy nipples excited him. He wanted to reach out and squeeze and twist them until Denise shrieked for mercy.

But her thighs beckoned to the man, also. Trim, slender and well-fleshed, satiny-smooth and cool to his groping touch. Thompson's hand slid slowly up the tender inner leg until his fingers barely touched the quivery cuntlips.

Roads of cunt juice gushed out of Denise's pussy as she positioned herself on the sofa. She wanted the man to have the best possible angle of entry into her seething hole. Denise burned inside. Only a man's throbbing, vibrant cock could put out those flames of desire.

"I dunno, baby, I just dunno."

"Wha-What's the matter?" she stuttered, frightened that the gambler was going to change his mind about fucking her.

"I see a hell of a lot of cunts, you know? Yours, here, looks real tight and inviting, and maybe I'd get off." To emphasize his point, he brutally shoved three fingers up Denise's twat.

She squirmed and pitched around in reaction. It wasn't a cock, but it felt good!

"Yeah, you dig that. I might get off fucking that little man-hole of yours. But I never seen an ass just like yours before."

Thompson ran his free hand up and down the curve of Denise's butt. The feel of his fingers on her rear sent little shivers of delight up and down her spine. She thought she knew what he was going to ask her to do, and it excited her.

"I want to fuck your asshole. On the floor, baby!"

With a sudden surge of his muscles, Thompson slid his left hand entirely under Denise's butt and pulled upward. This dumped her onto the floor. His fingers still crammed up her cunt, the gambler quickly followed her sudden fall to the floor.

"Ow, that hurts!" Denise complained.

"Maybe that did a little bit, but this is going to do a number on your lovely bod for sure!"

Thompson lifted Denise to her hands and knees and slipped between her legs. With a sudden forward thrust, his steely cock plunged between the two half-moons of her pert ass.

His rapid thrust missed the tiny target. The puckered little asshole was tightly clenched against any huge male invaders. It wasn't going to relax until everything was just right.

Denise was frightened. She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before. She had dreamed about it, had wondered what it would feel like having a long, massive dick reaming her ass. But no man had ever actually cornholed her.

Her shaking torso seemed to convey the message to Thompson.

"What's the matter, baby? Never had your butt fucked? Old Thompson will fix you with a royal ass-fucking!"

Denise shivered will ill – suppressed emotion. The thought of having Thompson's long, manly prick crammed up her ass made her feel as if her guts had turned to water. Her knees were weak and the full impact of what he was requesting – demanding! – slammed into her brain.

"My… my ass?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Sure. Your pretty, round, lily-white ass. Spread those legs for me some more, baby!"

On her hands and knees, Denise had little choice but to obey. She was helpless, was totally at the gambler's mercy. It made her shake with fear and… anticipation!

As much as Denise hated to admit it to herself, the idea of being fucked up the ass appealed to her in a big way.

She moved her legs apart just enough to allow Thompson to thrust his hands into the humid crack of her butt. The feel of the man's hands splitting her asscheeks apart was an odd combination of pleasure and pain. He gripped her meaty buns firmly in each hand and pulled. Denise felt as if she were going to be ripped apart.

And when Thompson's finger found her tiny, puckered shit-chute, Denise almost came.

The gambler saw the effect he had on her, saw that Denise was too tense. Knowing that his cock would have to be fully lubricated to ever penetrate up the shaking woman's asshole, he edged forward until the tip of his prick rested against her pussylips. With a shove of his hips, Thompson surged into Denise's cunt.

She cried out as be penetrated her, feeling his cock sail along her pussy and stretch her sheath apart. Thompson's dick wasn't long, but more than made up for it in girth. When his rod was fully buried up her juice-slickened twat, the dong felt to Denise like it was three or four inches in diameter.

The brunette felt as if a telephone pole had been crammed into her seething pussy.

Denise began to wiggle to accommodate the huge invader of her cunt. The gambler began to stroke in and out of her twat, each thrust designed to grease his prick and nothing else. Thompson enjoyed the tight feeling of Denise's cunt – he was only human.

But he also knew that, if her cunt was tight, her asshole would be ten times as hot and clutching.

"How's that feel, baby? Like it?"

"Oh, yes! Fuck me hard, Thompson! Your cock's so biiig!"

"Hell! You ain't felt nothing yet!"

To make good his claim, the brawny gambler completely pulled out of Denise's dark-haired twat and positioned his knob against her greedy little bung. With an insistent pressure, he began to push forward.

The asshole resisted. It didn't want the invasion of this male organ. And Denise couldn't relax enough to allow Thompson entry. She was too tense from excitement and fear of what buggering would be like. This was something new and different for her, something totally beyond her previous sexual experiences.

The gambler continued his firm pressure against Denise's virgin bung until at last it gave way and relaxed.

Thompson's rigid cock soared up Denise's ass. He didn't even hear her cry out in pain as her delicate inner membranes were tortured and twisted out of shape. She had never taken a cock up her butt before and was not expecting the sudden surge of pain in her body.

The pain was much the same as when she'd had her cherry busted by Ray on their third date.

Denise moaned out, "Oooohhh, that hurts!" over and over, but Thompson was too engrossed in the sensations flooding down his rod and into his balls to pay her any attention.

All around his prick was the soft, wet flesh of Denise's ass. The tissues separated for his rapid entry into her butt, then clutched with tenacity and carnal fierceness at his dick. And the heat felt like a blast furnace. For a brief instant, Thompson had a mental picture of himself fucking into the tailpipe of a running car, the exhaust fumes searing and burning at his cock exactly the same way that Denise's inner heat charred his tool.

Thompson straightened from the waist and cried, "God fucking damn, you're tiight!"

He placed his hands on her waist for balance, then slowly retracted his dick from Denise's asshole. When just the spread hood of his cock remained in her bung, he stroked up and down the sides of her satiny smooth body.