Norma Egan: Wet and ready wife

She just couldn't help that loud hoarse cry of delight as Rossi pushed his stiff thick finger up her flaming-hot box. She'd needed something stiff in there for so long. Rossi started working his finger in her like a miniature cock, swiftly up and down, and Judy helplessly gushed hot sticky cunt-juice all around his jerking finger.

She was lost and she knew it. She let her legs fall wide open, giving Rossi more room to frig her, and she creamed a steady thick flow of molten cunt-juice. Through glazed lusty eyes she saw Rossi grinning down at her. He was obviously gloating over his victory. Judy didn't care any more. The only thing that mattered was satisfying the burning need in her pussy.

"Okay, baby, no more games," Rossi said huskily.

He popped his cream-soaked finger out of her snug little twat and eased himself between her widely parted thighs. The big hard head of his stiff cock nudged the soaked tight mouth of her cunt. Judy quivered. It was her last chance to stay faithful to Joe – and she knew she wasn't going to take it. Her need was just too great.

"Take my meat, baby," Rossi panted. "You're really gonna love it."

"Oooooh," Judy wailed.

She moaned steadily as Rossi pushed his long thick cock into her. It felt so great to have a prick inside her again, stuffing her snug little twat, tickling her womb. She creamed furiously around his invading meat, and when his balls came to rest against her soaked pussy, she whimpered with pleasure.

"Feels good, huh, baby?" Rossi said.

"Yes," Judy whimpered, surrendering totally, "oh, yes, yessss."

Rossi chuckled and began to work his cock in her, fucking her in hard quick lunges, fucking her deep and fast, just the way she needed it. She didn't want him to be gentle. She was much too horny for that. She wanted him to ball her roughly, savagely – and he did. Judy wailed ecstatically and clung to him, jerking her hips in time to his strokes.

"Yeah, you're gettin' off on it, ain't you, doll?" Rossi panted. "I figured you would."

Judy didn't like his taunts, but she loved his cock. She bucked her slim hips faster and faster as Rossi speeded the pace of his fucking. In less than a minute she started to come, an explosive body-rocking climax that left her breathless. Rossi just kept right on balling her, and soon she was coming again.

"Ahhhhhhh," Judy wailed, "yes, yes, I love it."

Unlike her husband, who always came in less than a minute, Rossi seemed tireless. He balled her into a string of orgasms that left her dizzy and panting. Judy hadn't known it was possible to come more than once, let alone half a dozen times. But then there were a lot of things Joe hadn't taught her.

"You want more, baby?" Rossi chuckled.

"Yes, yes," Judy babbled, "please keep fucking me, PLEASE."

But even Tony Rossi couldn't last forever. After he'd brought her off one more time, he gasped and shot a huge load of sizzling come into her snug little box. He'd hardly finished coming before he pulled his cock out of her, stood up and began to dress.

"Well, you're no pro," he said as he pulled on his pants, "but you got enthusiasm and a nice tight box. You'll do."

"What?" Judy said dizzily.

"I said you got the job," Rossi answered. "Come on now, hop to it. Go ask the hostess far your costume. I'll be around later to see how you're doing."

Rossi left the room, and Judy staggered to her feet and put on her clothes. She realized with shock that she'd just cheated on the husband she loved – and that she wasn't sorry. Tony Rossi had given her the best fuck of her life. But where did she go from here?

If she went to work at the Flamingo, Rossi would surely want to take her to bed again. Yet she needed the job so desperately. Still undecided, Judy went off to try on her costume. Rossi might approach her again, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

Still dazed from her encounter with Tony Rossi, Judy went to the club's hostess and was given a costume. There was a small dressing room for the waitresses, and Judy went there to try on the outfit. She inspected herself in the full-length mirror.

"Oh, dear," Judy muttered to herself.

As Rossi had predicted, Judy looked great in the costume. The only problem was, there was hardly any costume. It looked like no more than a black bikini bathing suit with sequins. With it she had to wear black net stockings and black shoes with four-inch heels.

Again Judy was glad her husband couldn't see her. Joe would have had a fit if he'd seen her in that skimpy outrageous costume. Pink with embarrassment, Judy entered the main floor of the nightclub and went to work. The more experienced girls showed her what to do, and she caught on fast.

The work seemed fairly easy, and Judy got many admiring glances from the customers, but it bothered her to walk around in such a revealing costume.

Then, to make matters worse, Tony Rossi appeared and gave her a soulful look. Recalling their passionate encounter, just a few hours earlier, Judy blushed beet red.

Rossi walked over to her and said, "You're looking good, kid. You'll do just fine."

"Thank you, Mr. Rossi," Judy said timidly. "Now, there's just one other thing to this job that we didn't tell you about," Rossi said. "Sometimes I ask a girl to be extra nice to a special customer, you dig?"

"Oh, you mean pay special attention to him?" Judy said.

Rossi grinned and said, "You're getting the idea, honey. There's a guy been asking about you tonight. His name is Frank and he's alone at that corner table. You take him a drink on the house and sit and talk with him awhile."

"Yes, sir," Judy said. She didn't mind the assignment. She was glad of a chance to rest her feet.

Frank was an attractive middle-aged man with black hair graying at the temples, a tall lean body, and expensive clothes. Judy brought him a drink, and they chatted for a few minutes. She learned that Frank was an attorney. Then Frank abruptly changed the subject.

"You'll do just fine," he said. "Let's go."

"Go?" Judy said, gawking at him. "Go where? I have to work till after midnight."

Frank looked impatient. "Didn't Tony tell you what to do?" he asked.

"He said to sit and talk with you awhile," Judy said.

"Then he left something out," Frank replied. "You're supposed to come to my place and do what I want."

Judy stood up, face flaming. "I don't believe that," she said angrily. "Mr. Rossi would never ask you to do a thing like that. I'm a waitress, not a hooker."

She turned and started to walk away. Frank made a signal at Rosa, who came hurrying over and grabbed Judy roughly by the arm. He steered her into an alcove where no one could see them. He looked furious.

"You dumb little cunt," he hissed, "you made one of my best customers angry. I thought you understood my instructions. You're not supposed to just talk with him. You're supposed to ball him."

Judy's mouth fell open, and she gawked at her new boss as if she couldn't believe what he was saying.

"But I'm a waitress," she gasped. "I wouldn't dream of doing a thing like that."

"You gotta be more than a waitress around here," Rossi growled. "Whaddya think I'm paying you that big salary for? Besides, this guy Frank will give you a hundred bucks to go with him. Don't be stupid – go back there and be nice. If you don't, you're fired."

Rossi gave her a little push, and Judy stumbled back toward Frank's table, her mind reeling. She'd had no idea that her new job would involve prostitution. She was shocked and horrified at the idea, yet she needed the money so much. As she approached the table, Frank stood up, took her by the arm, and steered her out of the nightclub.

"I'm glad Tony talked some sense into you," he said. "You're a damned attractive girl. I didn't want to miss out on you."