Carl Ross - Hot lips secretary

"Mr. Walker, I'm going to do things to your body tonight that you've never even heard of before," she whispered. "I'm going to lick you from head to toe, and I'm going to suck your cock and your balls until you cry for mercy. Then I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you just can't ram your big prick up into my hot cunt any more."

By now, Bob's cock was pulsating madly in a lustful dance of throbbing desire. It rubbed against her belly and he felt stabs of incredible need knifing through his loins.

"If we don't get into bed right away, I'm going to shoot all over you before we even get started," he moaned. "You've got me hotter than a caged hound dog in a room full of bitches in heat."

She laughed softly and, taking his hand, she walked him to the bed and began a night of sexual abandon that neither of them would ever forget as long as they lived.

Bob lay down on the bed, his big, hulking body stretched out like a giant. His thick, rigid prick sprouted up from his sinewy body like an oak tree. It made Susan's tongue waver and tremble, and she felt shudders of excitement race through her hot cunt as she grasped it in her hand.

She squeezed his throbbing pecker and felt its heat pulse.

"My God, this cock is so hot it's almost burning my fingers," she exclaimed. "How would you like me to cool it off a little with my tongue?"

Susan didn't wait for Bob to reply. She began licking his balls and up and down his hard dick and all around his cockhead. She lapped on the purplish, tight, shiny skin of his cockhead just as if she were licking an ice cream cone.

Around and around she went, her head bobbing and weaving and she wet up his hard cock until he thought he would flood her with cum.

His prick swelled up until it was pounding like the hoof beats of a stampeding bull. Bob was groaning and moaning and shaking his head from side to side, grimacing and clenching his teeth and about to come at any minute.

Just as he was getting closer and closer to exploding in her mouth, Susan stopped tonguing his prick and started flicking her tongue lightly up and down his thighs and then up his sides and across his chest. All over his big, strong body – all covered with bulging muscles – she licked. She darted her tongue in and out of his ears, and down across his eyelids and over his cheeks and across his lips.

He felt sensations of wild desire spinning through his brain and his whole body was being set on fire by her imaginative and exploring tongue. It was true. He never had experienced anything like this in his life.

Susan was a wizard when it came to knowing what turned a man on. She found every sensitive nook and cranny on Bob's big body and she went over it once, twice, three times with her tongue. She was everywhere, and her tongue never ran out of energy. It kept seeking out ways to please him and places to touch him that he never knew existed before.

She was turning him into a cunt-hungry animal. In a few minutes, she had him begging to fuck her. Instead, she wanted to play brinksmanship with him. She knew that if she took him right to the very brink of coming, then withdrew and let him simmer down, then brought him back up again and repeated the whole thing a few times, that when he finally did come it would be with an incredible, ball-racking explosion that he would never forget.

She played him with every trick in her book. She took a silk scarf from her nightstand drawer and passed it between his legs. Holding one end in each of her hands, she drew the smooth, sensuous material slowly back and forth between his legs… over his balls… across the soft, sensitive flesh of his crotch and around his hard pecker.

It sent chills of ecstasy racing through his loins and soon he thought he would crawl the walls.

Goose pimples flashed up and down his arms and legs and his balls felt like they were red hot coals. They were heavy with, cum ready to burst out of him and shoot all over Susan.

Bob ached with desire and her, he fought to hold it back. He didn't want to waste it just shooting into the air. He squeezed his ass muscles tight and tightened his balls until he thought they'd burst.

"Suck me, baby! Or fuck me, or lie down! But do something! I can't bold it any longer," he shouted. He was like a big Paul Bunyan of a guy, with a prick that was as big as two ordinary guys, but he was as gentle as a lamb. Susan had him eating out of her hand, but she felt like she'd gone far enough.

She really wanted to take his prick in her mouth again and just suck on it for hours, but she thought he deserved more. She felt that he really wanted to climb on her and fuck her hard, so she lay down quickly and spread her legs wide.

"Give it to me, Bob," she whispered. "Shove your big, beautiful cock way up inside my hot cunt and fuck me 'til I'm full of your come!"

Bob leaped off the bed and scrambled onto her luscious body. His dick was reddish and lined with bulging blue veins and it was pounding with uncontrolled lust.

His jaw was set and his eyes were glazed with a furious, determined look – that faraway, otherworld look that told Susan he was going to screw her with a blind fury.

He grabbed his hot cock in one hand and shoved it into her wet cunt and rammed it up into her in a rampaging, emotion-filled lunge that packed her full of his hard cock. It went way up into her wet pussy until it hit the very end of her hot hole.

She felt it filling her full and she thrilled to the feeling it gave her. Even with all the big cocks she'd seen and sucked and fucked, she'd never felt anything like that hot, hard thrust of Bob's beautiful hard prick.

It rode up into her hard and plumbed the very depths of her hot cunt, giving her the fucked-full feeling that few women ever experience in an entire life time.

But that was only the beginning. Bob was like a wild bull. He never stopped. Once he began fucking Susan, there was no turning back, and no slowing down. He just kept pumping her harder and harder, and faster and faster, and deeper and deeper.

His big prick went speeding in and out of her hot pussy until she was swimming in cunt juice and aching for him to shoot his cum into her. His cock rubbed hard against her clit and against the walls of her aching cunt.

"Oh, you're incredible!" she cried. "You're fucking me out of my mind! Keep pouring it to me, darling! Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

And then she cried with joy. Great tears of ecstasy rolled down her cheeks and she felt flames of rapture envelop her body.

Her tits churned with mind-boggling pangs of delight. Her belly did constant flip-flops as he took her higher and higher, driving his hard prick into her with incessant, pussy-pounding intensity.

Then she felt his cock filling up and out even more, swelling up like a hard, demanding balloon of steel. It bulged with the blood that was pouring into it from his massive body. Then he erupted into her with all the cum that had built up in him.

He let go with an explosive come that flooded her contracting cunt with so much of his hot cream that it gushed into her and quickly filled her to the brim. It squished out around the sides of his swollen cock and ran along his hard, thick shaft. It dripped down onto the bed and made a puddle of thick, white stickiness beneath her ass. It ran down over his flopping balls and looked like little rivers of milk as it oozed over the wrinkles of his loose, hairy sack.

The creamy cum made Susan's cunt so smooth and wet that Bob slid and sloshed his prick into her on a bed of incredible lubrication.

He fucked her and fucked her as he came, and when he was drained, he went right on fucking her. She had made him so hot that his prick never softened for a minute. He was still full of lust and hunger for her despite his ball-draining come.