Bob Wallace: Hot naughty wife

"Jesus Christ, Gretchen!" His stomach churned as her fingers slowly drove him crazy. She wrapped both hands around his thick cock and worked the skin up and down. She pursed her lips and blew hot, exciting breath on his sensitive cockhead. She gazed up, blue eyes clouded with lust.

"Can I suck you?" Her mouth curled.

"Do I have a choice?" he mumbled. His prick throbbed violently in her hands.

She shook her head impishly. "No."

"I figured that."

"I'm happy you've decided to enjoy yourself." She dropped her eyes back to leer at his prick. "You got enough here for two of us." A giggle slipped out. "Maybe we should invite Rachael in to join us."

Roger grunted. "Forget it."

"It was just a suggestion." She flashed her tongue out, swiping it over the head of his cock.

Roger moaned and his cock twitched wildly. "Suck it."

"I'm going to chew it, like you did to my tits."

She was as good as her word. She latched her teeth into the thickness of his prickshaft and nibbled greedily, from his zipper up to his bell-shaped cockhead.

Roger jerked forward, then settled back against the desk. His head reeled under the barrage of exquisite sensations her active mouth was producing.

Gretchen threw herself completely into the act of eating his cock. She used her teeth, alternating between gentle nips and hungry bites. His groaning pleasure echoed in her head. Up one side, then down the other, her teeth devastated his cock.

Tired of just chewing, she changed tactics. Swirling her tongue through his piss-slot, she forced it open as Roger grunted in protest. She held her lips to his tip and sucked, her tongue never stopping its bombardment of wet wild slaps.

"You can't fuck it with your tongue," he growled as she tried splitting his pisser. "Christ!"

She hummed and sucked, taking his entire prickhead into her mouth. Her hard, delicious sucks made Roger moan and she shivered in joy as she inched his cockhead into the tightness of her throat.

"Gretchen," he rumbled, jabbing her face. "You're going to suck it out of my balls." He reached down, curled his fingers in her hair and slammed, skewering her throat with his cock.

Gretchen gagged, her nostrils flaring. Choking, she sank her teeth into the monstrous thickness of his prick. It yielded to her teeth.

"Ooowww!" He released her.

Gasping for air, she pulled away from his prick. "Jesus, Roger! You trying to kill me?"

"Sorry, baby," he groaned. "I thought you were going to suck my balls up through my cock."

"I still might," she whispered. "Now be still and let me enjoy myself. If you scream like that again your secretary might come in."

"You're crazy."

"I know it." She went back to his prick, sucking the head into her mouth.

Roger relaxed against the desk, fighting the urge to pierce her throat again. "Ahhh, easy, baby."

Gretchen, on her own, eased his giant prick into her throat, gulping and slobbering each delicious inch until her lips touched his zipper. With his prick buried, she marveled at the tremendous throbbing in her throat. It felt as if his cock went clear down in her belly.

Torturously, she dragged her teeth along his prickshaft, catching them on the ridge of his cockhead. Then she stopped, breathed hard through her nose, and repeated it until she felt comfortable with his massive cock in her gullet. Satisfied she could handle his prick, she slipped her mouth off with a pop and kissed the piss-slot.

"I got your pants all wet." She pulled herself to her feet. "Am I as good as Rachael?"

"You're fantastic," he groaned, pulling her naked body into his arms.

"Then fuck me. Shove your cock up me." She rubbed her belly into his spit-soaked cock then scrambled out of his arms. "You think we should call Rachael in to take notes?"

"I don't think she'd enjoy taking notes." Gretchen pulled him by the hand. "I want to be fucked on your desk. You mind?"

"Anyway at all," he said, anxious now to feed his cock to his revenged crazed sister-in-law. "Anyway you want it."

"Good." She moved away the papers that cluttered the top of his desk. "How 'bout like this?" She sprawled over his desk, mashing her tits into the hard, gleaming surface.

Roger gazed in hungry awe at her round, firm ass and long, long legs. "You look terrific."

She wriggled her ass. "Don't take too long. I'm flowing like a river."

Roger dropped his pants and positioned himself behind her. His long steel-beamed prick swayed. "You'll wait, baby."

"I know," she crooned, wiggling her ass again. "I need your cock too much not to."

Fully committed to fucking her, he dragged the head of his cock through the wet, steamy gash of her cunt. The heat was tremendous. "You're like an oven."

"I'm going to explode, Roger. Don't tease. I need it so damn bad!"

"You're in my office," he said. "We'll do it my way."

She giggled. "Maybe Rachael can help you put it in me. It might be fun."

The idea was exciting to. Roger, but out of the question. "Shut up." He whacked her ass with the palm of his hand. The crack made the flesh jiggle and when he pulled his hand away, there was a red imprint in her white ass cheek.

"Ewwww, I like it! I like it!" She squirmed, wanting him to do it again.

Roger warmed to the idea of giving her ass a nice beating before he fucked her. He brought his hand down hard on the other ass cheek and the sound filled the office.

"Yessss," she squealed, excited about being spanked. "Give me your cock. Do both." She rubbed her tits into the top of the desk. "C'mon!"

Willingly, Roger obliged her. He grabbed the thick base of his huge prick and eased forward. The head of his cock parted the puffy wet lips of her cunt and disappeared into the bubbling vat of pussy cream. He groaned as her cunt tried to swallow him up. He held firm, fighting the impulse to plunge. Her cunt muscles were making it very difficult.

"Oh, Roger. I need more than that!" She moved back, trying to capture more of his huge prick.

Roger moved with her, denying her his meaty prick. "When I'm ready."

"I'm ready now," she mewed. "I'm boiling inside."

"I know." He shuddered.

"Then fuck me!"

He ground his teeth together, fighting his lust. "First this." He whacked her ass again, repeating it over and over again until both creamy halves were pink and hot.

She wailed as he slapped her stinging ass until tears filled her eyes. "Fuck me! Thick me!" She struggled, but in order to get away from his slapping hand, she would have had to give up his cock and that she wouldn't do. "Ohhh, Roger! You bastard!"

Roger stopped as quickly as he had started. He blinked, coming out of the stupor his whipping had pulled him into. "Baby, you've got me crazy."

"Then fuck me, you bastard," she wailed. Roger caught his breath, held the soft flesh of her hips and slowly, enjoying the pace, eased his prick into the scalding hot depths of her cunt. He watched, eyes bulging as his long, menacing cock disappeared inside her pussy.

He groaned as the pressure of her cunt muscles lit fires in his cum-filled nuts.

"Jesus, you're right!"

"Oh, Roger! You're stretching meee! I'm gonna split open!" She gasped through her open mouth, dribbling spit onto the top of his desk. "Oh, Christ! It's fantastic!"

Roger growled like an angry bear and plunged the last hard inches of his cock into her pussy. Spongy fingers gripped his shaft in a wet cushiony vise.

The hard jolting thrust slammed Gretchen into the desk and mashed her cunt into the edge.

She cried out, lifting her head as lights popped off behind her eyes. Her head dropped back with a thud.

"Do it again! Again, Roger!" She trembled in joy, waiting for him to take his cock out and plunge it back into her body. "Again!"

Roger had already planned to. Slowly, fighting the gripping tentacles of her greedy pussy, he eased his long, overgrown cock from her cunt until only the bloated head remained buried. He gazed down and saw the sticky white cream on his shaft. Ooze from her cunt gash dripped out from between her swollen cuntlips.