Donna Allen - The hottest aunt

"Do it!" she commanded. "Don't be bashful!"

Compelled now to finish what he'd started, Walter put his tongue on her asshole again. This time he pushed, and suddenly his tongue was squirming inside the ring muscle.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Helen screamed. "I love that!"

He probed in and out, tongue-fucking her with a firm rhythm. She began moaning and heaving her fat ass, and then she locked her legs around his head and shuddered through an orgasm.

"Oh, shit!" she cried. "Oh, shit, that's good! Oh, God! Oooohhh! Oh! Oh, yes!"

When it was over, she pushed him away, and he found himself sitting on the floor.

"Delicious!" she said. "I haven't had a man do that to me in years and years!"

She slipped a hand down to her cunt and massaged herself to squeeze out the last remnants of her climax. Then, putting her legs down, she covered her knees with her dress and looked at him with half-lidded eyes. She watched him wipe his face with the back of his hand, and she smiled.

He looked subdued; she liked the power she had over him. She liked being the wife of his boss. She liked being able to get what she wanted. When their eyes met, she looked at him with arrogance.

"Did you like doing that?"

Walter shrugged. "Do we have to talk about it?"

"Why not? I know you've done that before. I can tell, honey. I can always tell."

"I've never done that much."

She laughed. "Then there's always a first time, isn't there? Did it do anything for you? My husband won't do anything like that… he thinks it's nasty. He doesn't mind having my tongue up his ass, but his own tongue is too precious. Well, this is the way I get even, isn't it? It all evens out in the end, if you'll pardon the pun. Why don't you take off your pants and get comfortable?"

Walter recognized her words as more of a command than a question. Rising to his feet, he slipped off his pants and draped them over a chair. When Helen saw his boxer shorts, she laughed.

"I figured you for jockey shorts," she said. "But I guess I was wrong. Anyway, take them off. There's no sense hiding anything now, is there? In fact, take everything off. Your body's not bad for a man your age. You must get lots of exercise."

"I work out in a gym, sometimes," he said. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and piled them on top of his pants.

His cock was drooping, and he wasn't too happy about it.

"Bring it over here," she said.

He stood between her knees with his cock dangling only inches from her face.

"I bet you never thought you'd ever be doing anything like this," she said.

"No."

She laughed. "But I did. I liked you the first time I saw you, when you first came to work for my husband. I knew that sooner or later you'd be over here bare-assed. I usually get what I want. You're cute and I like cute men, so I got you. You didn't mind sucking me, did you?"

"Jesus!"

"Tell me you liked it."

"I liked it."

"Good," she said. She sat back and gazed at his limp cock. "You're not hard," she said. "Play with it."

"What?"

"Put your hand on your cock and play with it, honey. Make yourself hard. I'd like to suck you, but I don't like to suck a soft cock. Play with it and show me a nice big hard-on."

"Christ, you're something!" he said. He took hold of his cock and began jerking off in front of her nose. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him.

"That's the way," she said. "I love to watch a man do that. It's so sexy!"

His fist closed around the shaft of his cock, and he pumped himself up to a full erection.

Helen kept her eyes fixed on the swollen plum of his cockhead. She finally pulled his hand away and ran her fingers up and down the shaft, tracing the veins with her fingertips and running her thumb over the slit to spread his juice.

"It's a good-looking cock," she said. "I love sucking good-looking cocks."

She moved her head forward and opened her mouth. He felt the warmth of her tongue as it rolled over the tight skin of his cockhead. Closing her eyes, she sucked in his knob.

Walter grunted when she took him in deep. He knew he'd never forget this crazy afternoon with his boss' wife. She had one hand on his balls now, the other hand squeezing the muscles of his ass.

Helen's wet lips slid loosely up and down his cockshaft. She jiggled his balls, probed them with her fingers and rolled them around in her hand. Then she suddenly pulled her mouth away and sat back.

"Finish it," she said.

"What the hell does that, mean?"

"Jerk off," she said. "I'd like to watch you come."

"Jesus Christ! Let's fuck!"

Her eyes became hard. "Jerk off, honey. I'll let you fuck me later… if I feel like it, that is. Right now, I'd like to watch you shoot your load. You don't mind, do you? Stand a little to the side so you don't get any on my dress."

With an inward curse at his own stupidity for being there in the first place, he began pumping his cock. He was already rock-hard, and it wasn't long before he started felling the first signs of a come.

Just before he began coming, Helen reached out to tickle his balls with her fingernails. The added stimulation quickly pushed him over the top, and his cockhead began spurting out long jets of white-hot jism.

Helen hissed and crooned as he gushed out his cum. Towards the end, she squeezed his balls until he winced. The craziest thing of all was that she seemed not to care about having his load splattered all over the shag carpet. When he mentioned it, she pinched his cock and giggled.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "The rug's due for a shampoo. How about sucking me some more?"

Once again she pulled back her dress and draped her legs over the arms of the chair. This time, he took a good look at her hairy crotch. He could see the juice oozing from her cunt and down to her ass.

"Come on!" she urged. "Eat me! Get your face in it and suck!"

He got down on his knees and slowly pulled open her fat cuntlips. He looked at the glistening pink flesh in the gulch of her cunt. He realized that she was using him, that she hardly gave a damn about his pleasure, but for some crazy reason he liked it. Anyway, there was nothing he could do about it one way or the other.

He remembered certain men at the plant where he worked who had suddenly been fired for no reason at all. He now realize they'd probably crossed Helen Grant. There were other guys who'd been promoted over his head. If sucking Helen Grant's pussy was a way to move up, it was certainly better than some other ways!

Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to the dripping gash, sinking his tongue into the wetness, pushing his nose between her cuntlips. He tasted her juices and began sucking them out of her, slurping and slobbering, deliberately making a lot of noise.

Her stiff swollen clit protruded at the top of her slit. He ran his tongue over it and was rewarded with a moan of approval.

"Eat me!" she cried. "Suck me out!"

Taking her throbbing clit in his mouth, he pushed her up to the edge. She squirmed her cunt on his face, her cuntjuice smearing his nose and cheeks. He ran his tongue from her cunt to her asshole, until she suddenly stiffened and gasped and climaxed.

I'll strangle her if she wants me to do it again, he thought. He sat back to watch the writhing of her body. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked at him and smiled.

"You're good at it," she said. "Most men are lousy at sucking pussy." She squirmed luxuriously in the chair and lowered her legs. "You can take off my clothes now."

Happy that at last he'd be getting a look at her body, he slipped off her shoes, unsnapped her garters and rolled down her stockings. She rose and helped him pull the dress off over her head. Then she turned, and he unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders.