William Davis - Blackmailed

"Yeah… I'm married… but let's drop that subject!" he growled.

"Okay… Arnie…" she agreed, starting to stuff his warmly jerking cock back into his pants.

"You don't have to drop that!" he grunted, startled.

"There's my apartment house. You can wait… for a couple of minutes… until we get inside, can't you?"

"I suppose I'll have to!" he grinned.

Arnie parked the car, and they went up to her apartment. Once they were inside, Carla led him directly to her bedroom, turned on a small bedside lamp and turned, quickly, to rush into his arms.

He enfolded her lithe figure in his brawny arms, and she came in tight against him, whispering, "Kiss me… Arnie! Kiss me!"

Her face was lifted up to him, and he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue, demandingly, into her warm, moistly opened mouth as his hands smoothed down her back to the rounded, full moons of her buttocks, sheathed tightly by her scanty hot pants. His steel-banded fingers first cupped the warm resilient flesh, caressingly, then dug into the softness of them, savagely, as his passion-starved body began to react to his great need. An involuntary moan escaped his lips, as his aching penis lurched against the confining cloth of his pants, making a bid for freedom. He felt it standing up, hotly between them, and she was moving her hips in teasingly undulant circles up against it. Then, he was aware of the viscid moisture that seeped from the tiny slit in his cock's head; his natural lubricating fluids were making it feel sticky and moist… and he began to feel the expanding jerk of his cock… almost like… Hell! I'm starting to feel… almost like I'm going to cum… in my pants… like some kid… getting his first piece of ass!

Abruptly, he pulled his mouth away from hers, breaking the hot, deep kiss.

"Christ!" he breathed, urgently. "Let's get into that bed… before I explode!"

Carla leaned back away from him, laughing, still in the circle of his arms, but her loins remained plastered up against him. She gave an extra, tantalizing grind of her hips, in contact with his searingly pulsating cock and asked, "Has it really been two months… since you've laid a woman?"

"Yes… God damn it!"

"Then, you need something else… right now…" She smiled meaningfully – almost lewdly – as she pushed his big frame back onto the bed. "… And, I'll take care of that… so it'll be more fun… for both of us… later!"

Carla wedged her knees in between his thighs, as he sat on the edge of the bed, then swiftly knelt between them, her hands reaching out to unbuckle his belt and zip down the fly opening of his pants; then, as he lifted himself, slightly, she pulled his pants and his shorts down around his muscular legs.

Eagerly, one of her tiny, trembling hands reached out for the massively erect shaft of his violently jerking cock. Her red-nailed fingers couldn't go around its girth, but she slid the heavy foreskin back over the moist, blood-inflated cockhead, feeling its demanding jerk in her hand. She stared at it in disbelief. It was gigantic!

"Mmn… you are just about ready to explode!"

Tucking his hips under him, Arnie shoved his rampantly spearing cock up toward her, instinctively, wanting it… his desire heightened, even more, by the knowledge of what she intended to do to him… for him!

Then, slowly, Carla lowered her head and kissed the pulsing, smooth, red tip, while her other hand squirmed under him to caress his heavy, sperm-laden testicles.

The warm, smoothness of her sensuous lips, kissing the throbbing head of his lust-filled prick was electrifying, and he thrust up at her lipstick-reddened mouth with animal urgency… wanting it… now!

"Oh, God!" he groaned. "Suck it! Suck my cock… now!"

Her saliva heated mouth came down over it, then, her lips ovalling around the pulsing coronal ridge to enclose the whole of his smooth rubbery cockhead in warmly sensual moistness.

Arnie's needfully throbbing prick jerked, expandingly, in her mouth, and the erotic thought of what she was doing to him… the lewd, salaciousness of it… almost as much as the ecstatically tingling sensations that raced through him, gave him an added feeling of voluptuous expectation.

The shaft of his cock was held in one of her tiny, soft hands, while the other, underneath, kneaded and caressed his balls, gently, her red-lacquered nails scratching across the wrinkled skin, lightly; meanwhile, she had begun to hollow her cheeks, sucking his pulsating cockhead with a strong, steady rhythm, her head beginning to bob up and down, absorbing more of his massive length each time her mouth nibbled downward toward his hairy loins.

Inside her mouth, her tongue swirled around the blood-filled head of his cock, with wild abandon, and he was aware that on every upstroke, she was attempting to worm the tip of her wetly flicking tongue into the tiny slit of the very tip of it.

Arnie tensed his muscular loins and shoved his demanding prick up into her wildly sucking mouth, feeling it plunge, deeply, into her throat, as he began to thrust in rhythmic, counter-movements to her smoothly bobbing head.

In a hypnotic trance of sexual need, lost in a sensual morass of pleasure sensations, he moaned, again, softly, as her nibbling mouth began to move up and down his massive shaft with increasing speed and pressure, her knowledgeable tongue giving a swirling lick to the lust-hardened head of his cock on every upstroke.

Looking down at her face, working over him, he saw that she was in a sexual rapture of her own. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was labored, streaming in and out of her nose, with an audible rasping sound.

Her long, auburn hair was falling down over naked thighs, and he reached out to the glossy sheen of it, with both hands, placing one on either side of her head, to guide her up and down the ever more demanding shaft of his aching cock.

It was fascinating for him to watch, as a little, raggedly pink flange of her moistly sucking lips was pulled out on each withdrawal, then stuffed back in, again, as the hardened rod of his penis slipped into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing in and out, as she sucked, hungrily, on him.

The ever-building sensuality concentrated in the bloated, sensate head of his cock and he could feel its demanding pulse, jerking, expandingly, in response to her tantalizing tongue that swirled over its satiny corona, stimulatingly, on every head-bobbing stroke.

Arnie could feel the searing burn, acid-like, that signaled the nearness of his ejaculation. The agony of his building need to cum surged through him, in ecstatic waves of sensation, his hot sperm demanding its release from his swollen testicles, and he groaned aloud, as he drove his aching cock deep into Carla's mouth and throat.

"Christ! That's it… Just a little more… like that… and I'll cum…! Just… suck it… a little while… longer!"

Raspy, strangling sounds took the place of words… then, he gasped, "OOoooh! AAAaauuggh!" His breath came faster, rasping in and out of tortured lungs. He was almost… ready to cum! Now! Furiously, he fucked his hips up at her face and watched the rigid length of his prick drive, deeply, almost all the way up to his sperm-loaded balls into her mouth. Her nose was buried in the hairiness of his loins… and she took it… all of it, in her mouth and down her throat! God! It felt sooooo good!

… Then, he came! His ejaculation was explosive; the hot, thick sperm jetted the full length of his cock, to spray from the slitted tip of the lust-inflated head deep into moist wet cavern of her voraciously sucking mouth, forcing her to swallow it, desperately.

"Now!" he grunted. "God! I'm cumming! Now!"

His strong hands on her head pulled her mouth down, roughly and hard on his wildly spewing prick, and his loins thrust up, convulsively, at her, securely immobilizing her head, while his cum spewed, hotly, deep into her throat.