Bob Wallace: Hot willing housewife

"I want to make this last time with you something I'll always remember." She stared at his cock jutting from the opened zipper.

Roger was mesmerized with his stacked little neighbor. Her tits were jiggling while she ground her cunt into his desk. "I hope you're not going to waste all that juice on my desk," he moaned.

"Oh no," she giggled impishly, "I'm going to soak your cock in it."

He went to her, expecting to fuck her from the back. When his hand touched a hip, she turned.

"Not here," Ellen said.

"Where then?" he asked, wondering what she was thinking.

She stood, took his hand, and led him to the door that connected to the outer office.

"Where are we going?" his prick throbbed like a toothache.

Ellen hushed him. "I don't know yet. All I know is that I want it to be something dangerous – out of the ordinary."

A willing partner to her wild abandonment, Roger went with her to the smoked-glass door that opened out into the empty corridor.

Before opening it, Ellen turned, leaned against the door. She squirmed erotically, a sexy grin on her child-like features. "You got enough nerve to fuck me in the elevator?"

"Why not?" he said, throwing caution to the wind.

Ellen peered out into the corridor. The elevator, only a short distance off, looked as if it were a hundred miles away. Gulping uneasily, Ellen let her breath out slowly.

Roger caressed her ass. "Did you change your mind?"

"Suppose the elevator went down to the first floor?"

Roger laughed. "I'll check, you wait here." He fucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. A hand milked one of Ellen's bloated tits before he stepped out into the lonely hall.

She watched him go. Her breathing was shallow and her nipples were painfully sore with passion. Her cunt flowed like a river. Legs weak, she leaned against the wall, waiting for Roger to return.

At the elevator, Roger pushed the button. "She was right," he said, "it's not here." A few fleeting moments later, the elevator doors slid open. With a grin, Roger stepped inside the paneled cubicle and motioned for Ellen to join him.

She had seen the doors open and Roger was waving to her. Her face brightened. A quick darting glance up and down the hall assured her no one was around. She rushed out, tits bouncing. Giggling lewdly, she ran to the elevator.

When Ellen was three steps away, Roger pushed a button that closed the doors. He laughed, imagining the shock on Ellen's face.

Terror-stricken, she pounded her tiny fists on the closed doors. "Roger! Open the doors!"

The doors slid back and a smiling Roger greeted a quaking Ellen. "Going down, ma'am?"

She dashed inside. "You're out of your fucking mind!" she laughed nervously.

He shut the doors again and scooped her into his arms. "No more than you, baby." With Ellen in his arms, he pushed a button.

The elevator descended to the lobby.

The sudden lurch downward alarmed her. She struggled out of Roger's arms and stabbed at the stop button. The elevator jerked to a halt between floors. "You touch one of them buttons and I'll rip your nuts off," she laughed again.

"You said you wanted excitement." Roger took her back into his arms, kissed her, crushed her tits into his chest. He broke the kiss and smiled. "I wish they'd play something better than sleep music in this elevator. Then you could dance and show off your cute little body."

"I don't need music to dance for you, Roger." She wriggled her body up against him, enjoying the roughness of his clothes.

He plastered his mouth to hers again, feeding her his tongue.

"Take out your cock." It came out as a deep throaty request. She backed up, leaned against the wall, drooling as a grinning Roger pulled down his zipper and fished out his long, hard cock.

"Here, baby. It's time you bent over and took this in your pussy." He held his prick in his fist, wielding it erotically at her lithe, naked body.

"Not yet," she gasped. "This is the last time and I'm not going to rush it."

She dropped to her knees, crawled to him and yanked down his pants, baring his heavy nuts and tight ass. Her hands cupped his heavy balls. "God, your balls feels so damn hot!" Her head spun.

Roger looked down at the top of her head. He caressed her face, his fingers slipping over her lips. "Baby. I'm going out of my head." His prick brushed against her cheek, throbbed.

"Let me savor each second," she purred, then gobbled his fingers into her mouth. She chewed and sucked them with the same vigorous pleasure as she would his cock. She rubbed his prick against her face, bringing the head into her mouth. Gurgling moans came from, her throat as she sucked his prick.

Roger groaned, leaned back. His legs were shaking. Her hot urgent mouth was driving him wild! He jammed forward, his hips driving his prick into her gullet. "Baby!"

Ellen accepted his cock greedily. She worked her tongue over the piercing prickshaft and bloated cockhead. Her fingers massaged the heavy sac where his nuts churned their thick white load.

She popped her mouth off, panting. Her eyes caught sight of the display board. Two lights were blinking. "Someone wants the elevator."

Roger glanced around and grinned. "It's the lobby light. Maybe it's the couple we saw across the street watching us."

A hot shiver attacked her cunthole. She leaned against Roger's thigh, her arms wrapped around his waist. A compulsion to take the elevator down to the lobby swept over her.

Roger sensed it. "You really want to end our affair with a bang, huh?"

Hot smiling eyes looked up at him. Lust glowed on her face. "I don't have the nerve."

The idea appealed to him in a warped sort of way. But he didn't give in to his fantasy. It could be anyone in the lobby, even Jessica, not that she ever came to the office. "I think this is about as dangerous as I want to get," he said.

The impulse had left her. The immediacy of Roger's cock took its place. She nibbled her mouth down the length of his prickshaft, slapped her tongue up over his nuts, then chewed back to his glistening cockhead.

"Enough," Roger groaned. He yanked his prick from her mouth and sank to his knees. "I can't wait any longer."

"You're right." She turned around, presenting Roger with her gorgeous ass. She wriggled it delightfully. "Fuck me!"

Roger moved behind the twin cheeks of creamy ass meat. His huge throbbing cock swayed like a thick slab of oak. He grabbed his shaft at the base. "I'm going to give you one you won't forget for a while."

"I hope so," she moaned. Her body trembled in readiness. "Make it special."

Roger dragged his prick through Ellen's steamy cunt gash. A milky ooze coated his glistening cockhead.

"Ooo, yesss, Roger!" She wriggled her hips.

The heat from her hot cunt seared his cockshaft and ignited fires in his cum-filled nuts. He pushed the bloated head of his cock between the folds of her pussy and watched her cunt suck it into its hole.

"I feel it!" She rocked on her hands and knees. Wallowing on his cock, she whimpered as it tormented her delightfully. "Oooo, yesss!"

Vacuum pressure from her pussyhole pulled at his cock. Hard thick inches slowly filled her gaping cunt. His cockhead led the way into the steamy pulsing channel.

Ellen snapped her head around. Wide, glazed brown eyes stared. "Roger!" Her cheeks burned red. Her tongue fucked out over her mouth, keeping her lips moist. "Don't move. Let me do it."

"Sure," he moaned, releasing the base of his cock. He latched his hands onto her hips, his thumbs parting the cheeks of her ass. "Whenever you're ready."

Panting raggedly, Ellen rocked backward, her pussy muscles moving along his thick throbbing shaft until her ass fused with his groin. "I… mmmm!" She couldn't think.

Roger's eyes popped, watching his cock being sucked into her vat of bubbling pussy-cream. "Unnnn!" He gaped, his features tight. His cock was emerging from her pussy.