Richard Van Dorne - Ravished wife

As her head bobbed back and forth, sucking the huge throbbing cock, Paula could feel the aching walls of her trembling pussy suddenly helplessly crying for more, crying to be fucked by the pulsating prick. She knew as she sucked harder that if she let him cum in her mouth, it would be too late for him to fuck her, and she wouldn't get the satisfaction. He was the master. He had forced her to suck his aching cock, but now, now she had become the leader. She knew that she could make him do anything as long as she satisfied his lust-maddened desires.

Slowly she pushed her hands against his belt and began unfastening it. She had to have his cock sunk deep into her wet hot cunt, she needed to be fucked again and he was the last one left. Easily she unfastened his pants, all the time, still sucking at the throbbing prick as it rose toward climax. She didn't suck quite as hard for a minute, trying to hold him back until she could wrap her cunt walls around the long hard sinewy flesh of his rigid prick. He was the master, but her need was greater. She had to satisfy the roaring fires beneath the tortured, swollen lips of her pussy. She had to…

Gingerly she pushed him towards the bed only a foot away while his pants slid down his hairy muscular thighs. Red didn't know what she wanted, but took two small steps backward and felt his legs against the bed. Who cares what she does, as long as she doesn't stop the exquisite sucking at the throbbing tip of his cock. Suddenly she pushed him backwards again and he fell onto the bed unexpectedly.

"No," he growled as if suddenly deprived.

He felt her mouth slip off his massive cock with a loud sucking noise. It was crazy and exciting when her mouth came off, but she couldn't stop. "No, don't stop!" his mind screamed, but before he could protest again she jumped onto the bed like a wild animal and straddled him. The silken pubic hair between her open thighs hovering only an inch above his twitching cock. She looked down at him, knowing that he wouldn't protest, and slid her fingers over the moist trembling flesh of her pussy, spreading the wet lips for a moment, running a fingernail over the swollen bud of her excited clitoris.

"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned at the exquisite feeling of desire that shuddered through her sweating body.

Red looked up at her as her fingers passed along the open wet slit. He could see that she was turned on like no other woman had ever been. Small droplets of semen hung from her full red lips like cooling candlewax. He looked back at her trembling fingers just in time to see her spread the quivering hair-lined lips and lower her aching wet pussy over the rubbery head of his rigid throbbing cock. She gasped slightly as the tip touched the burning flesh of her cunt and lodged in the open wet hole. Involuntarily her aching cuntal walls clenched in muscular spasms trying to suck the massive cock deep up inside. Now she was ready, now she would be fulfilled her sex crazed mind screamed as she suddenly sank down upon the throbbing prick and filled her dark wet pussy with the rock hard flesh. She would fuck him just like the dog, fuck him until he couldn't take any more fuck him until she couldn't take any more. She was no more than a sex machine, a walking mass of sexual flesh that would fuck until she could never fuck again.

"FUCK!" screamed her tortured lips out into the open air. "Oooooh FUCK!" and her smooth, hollowing buttocks began a wild uncontrolled, pumping motion up and down on the hard, rigid cock sunk deep up between her straddling thighs.

"Do it to me, do it to me! Never stop! Never stop!"

"Jeff Lee, please," Sammy Wynn said hurriedly into the telephone.

He listened as Jeff's secretary told him that her boss wasn't in the office at the moment. Goddamn, Sammy thought, he can't be out. If he wants the story he's got to see me. Sammy knew that he couldn't wait long because the mob would be after him. The two hoods at Paula's would know that he had left a warning for her when she didn't show up. He knew she was safe, but they would be hunting for them both.

"Look," he said to the secretary. "Tell, him I've got the information he needs on Wade Jackson, but he's got to hurry. I'll be waiting at the bar in the Hilton Hotel. Tell him to hurry, because he might be in trouble."

Sammy looked up from his drink at the grey-haired man who stood framed in the doorway. He waited as the distinguished looking young man entered and walked toward him.

"Are you Jeff Lee?" he asked from his stool.

"You wanted to see me," Jeff answered, cautiously. He didn't want to be caught in a trap.

Sammy motioned toward one of the booths near the corner and they walked through the mass of convention delegates who were standing in the center of the room. Delegates had a habit of convening in bars before each session while they made sure their loyalties and plans were still in order.

Sammy spoke first: "I work for Wade Jackson."

A bribe, Jeff thought when the young man spoke. Wade must be getting pretty uncomfortable to send a kid to offer him a bribe. The mob underestimated Jeff Lee's integrity. As far as crime was concerned, he had no price and could not be bought.

"I think I've got what you want on Wade Jackson," Sammy continued. "I've been with him for two weeks as a collector, and already I know about a fourth of the girls who work for him, and can name the other men that work with him. What do you think?"

"Go ahead," Jeff said, his interest stirred.

"First, we've gotta make a deal."

So that's it, Jeff thought. Some punk who wants out of the mob the easy way.

"No deals," Jeff told him. "I can't make any deal for the district attorney's office. If you want immunity from the law, you'll have to talk to them."

But Sammy had another surprise for Jeff.

"It's not the law I'm worried about," he whispered, not wanting any of the nearby convention delegates to hear him. "I want immunity from Wade Jackson."

Jeff Lee was impressed. Here was a young man, he thought, who not only had realized his mistake, but didn't mind paying for it. He just didn't want to die at the hands of the syndicate.

"What makes you think you'll need protection from them?" Jeff asked. "We can keep everything quiet enough so that they won't know it's you who gave me the information."

That'd be great, Sammy thought, but impossible. He had a vivid picture of Carl and Red waiting furiously in Paula's living room waiting for her to return. After Sammy had already failed to appear at Wade's command twice in a row, they would all know why when they got their subpoenas in a few days. Sammy would need more than just a little protection. Besides, there was someone else for him to consider.

"It's not just for me," he said. "There's a girl involved, and well, I don't want her hurt either."

Always a woman involved, Jeff thought as he suddenly remembered his own wife. If Pamela were involved in this thing it would be better for me, easier, but Pamela wasn't the only woman that now occupied his thoughts. Carmen, the Cuban dancer had made him remember what a real woman was like in bed, wild and inhibited. Thinking of her as he considered Sammy's request, he felt a little guilty, yet justified in having screwed her. After all, he had done it in the line of duty, trying to get information on Wade Jackson. Although he couldn't use her for a witness she had provided him with almost all the links to the chain that would jail Jackson for good.

But he had been unfaithful to his wife. He had gone to bed with a prostitute because his wife couldn't satisfy him. She couldn't give him the physical pleasures that he had found with the Cuban girl. His love of his wife was more of a spiritual thing than physical. She couldn't excite him with salacious talk or the obscene displays of her body that Carmen used to entice and arouse the deepest animal passions that lay in the minds and bodies of every man. Pamela just wasn't enough woman for him. She may as well be sexually non-existent. Jeff wondered if Sammy's girlfriend was as much a woman in bed as Carmen.