John Damon - Balling horny wife

Susan was so engrossed in her own self-pity that she didn't realize that the door had opened and that she was no longer alone in the huge black leather office.

"What a pleasant surprise," said the deep, husky and very masculine voice.

Snapped out of her daydreams, she looked up and stared into the ruggedly handsome face of Tom Carstairs, her husband's partner.

"To what do I owe this delightful visit?" he said, tugging lightly at his dark mustache.

"Hello, Tom." The smile was genuine. She had always liked him.

"What brings you in today?" he asked, leaning against the big walnut desk.

"Oh, we've been invited to a party tonight and I needed a dress to wear. I thought John and I might have lunch together, but he's too busy. Doesn't look like he'll even have time to make it to the party," she sighed.

Tom frowned. "What's wrong, Sue? Something's bothering you. Don't deny it. I can tell."

She shrugged. "Oh, a lot of things you know. It's just well I wish John was a little more interested in me. I buy a new dress and he's so wrapped up in his own business affairs that he doesn't even take the time to look at it. You know how it goes."

"I have a cardinal rule. Every time Betty buys something new, I tell her how terrific it is. Keeps her happy and when she's happy, I usually end up very much the same."

"It's a good rule. I wish John would follow it."

"That old stick in the mud," joked Tom. "All that man ever wants to talk about is business. God, there is a hell of a lot more to life than business!"

"Don't I know it."

Tom's face softened. She could see the kindness glowing in his dark eyes. "I'd like to see your dress, Sue." He stifled her protest. "No, I mean it. I really would. Please."

She felt strangely warmed inside by his simple act of kindness. "Okay. Then, I'll show it to you." Her fingers fumbled with the box. She suddenly felt very awkward and clumsy.

"I have to warn you, I can't tell much just by looking at clothing. Betty usually models it for me. My claim is that you never know how something will look until you see it on the person."

Susan stood up. "All, right. I'll model it for you."

With a wry grin, he turned his back to her and looked out the window.

Susan slipped off her clothes quickly and slid the clinging white sheath over her head. It hugged at her curves and she knew her nipples were plainly visible against the press of the thin fabric. Her mounded tits were swelling over the low V neck.

"You can turn around, now." Her voice surprised her. It came out in almost a whisper.

Tom turned around and stared at her. She felt his eyes roam up and down her body, feasting on her obvious beauty. He whistled low.

"Very nice. Very, very nice."

Susan felt the dampness grow in her loins. She couldn't control herself. Suddenly, she no longer cared to even try.

"I'm glad someone appreciates what I still have."

She watched as he walked toward her. She felt her dark nipples swell and stiffen, shoving against the thin material. She knew that he could not take his eyes from them, the dark circles glowing beneath the white dress.

Tom stood in front of her. She could feel the heat from his body. "With your dark hair, white is an excellent contrasting color for you."

"Thank you, Tom." She knew it was a coy answer.

He licked his lips. "I imagine you'd look delightful even without the dress."

"You'll never know," she whispered, "unless you take it off, will you?" She couldn't stop herself now. She suddenly felt as though her life had become a giant snowball, rolling out of control down a steep hill, gaining momentum with each turn.

He slipped the dress from her body, his eyes feasting on her naked beauty. The mounds of her tits were heaving as she sucked air into her lungs.

His lips pressed against hers and she let herself go in his strong arms as they crushed her naked flesh against his own body. His hands slid down her bare back and cupped the rounded cheeks of her ass, pulling her tighter against him. She felt like melting.

Susan tingled as his warm lips pressed against her white tits, running over her mounded flesh until they found her hard, erect nipple. Tom sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue racing in tiny circles around the darkly colored flesh. His tongue darted against her swollen tit tip, sending shudders coursing through her body, her pussy flowing with her own juices.

He lifted her feet from the floor, his mouth never losing contact with her warm nipple. Tom carried her to the large black leather couch and laid her naked body on it gently.

She looked at him while he stripped off his own clothes smiling to herself when his large prick popped into view.

He knelt above her body and kissed her on her cunt, his tongue snaking out against her already foaming pussy.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Eat my pussy. Tom. Please. Eat me."

He was anxious to obey. His tongue shoved its way into her delicious cunt and she felt the fires beginning to rage within her cunt as his tongue stroked and licked its way up and down her pussy gash.

His hands busied themselves with her tits, pinching and kneading the soft flesh and brushing against her erect nipples. Every touch sent new streams of life racing through her flesh. She shivered as his tongue darted across her clit, spasms of pleasure spiraling through her tiny bud.

Her cunt was on fire. His tongue scooped up the flecks of foaming pussy juice from her pink cunt lips, his mouth sucking her clit, gobbling up her supply of cream as it poured from her, bubbling and rich.

"Ooooohhhhh," moaned Susan as his tongue whipped at her pussy, making her body shiver with more delights. He lapped at her cunt, driving her mad with the lust that filled her loins.

His mouth engulfed her creamy pussy draining the juice from her cunt and letting it slide thick and foaming down his throat. Tom's tongue plunged into her cunt slot and circled around and inside her cunt walls, lashing her tortured flesh and drawing from her pussy gash the sweet honey-nectar.

She pounded her ass against the couch, forcing her pussy against his face and smearing his lips and chin with her juices. Climaxes ran through her pussy as his tongue fucked in and out of her cunt. His touch was a fiery torch blazing inside her body and her mind reeled from the sensual delights that flowed in a never-ending tide from her pussy, swelling as they spread through her throbbing cunt and into her hungry belly. The sensations burned into her tits, exploding from her nipples with a surge of electrical energy that was too great for her body to contain.

"Oooohhhhh, God. Eat my pussy."

Her cunt juices poured like a river into Tom's throat. He drank greedily, sucking each drop from her pussy, his tongue relentless as it slipped in and out of her pussy slot. He was stroking her inner cunt walls, his lips sucking the fluids from her pussy, her cunt lips swollen and aching, with the desires that she would never admit to herself before today.

"Fuck me Tom, oh, please. Fuck me!" she begged, forcing his lips and tongue even tighter against her creamy cunt. Her body was wild with desire. Blackness swirled around and around in her brain. Nothing else mattered now except the big prick jammed in her pussy.

Tom swung his body onto the couch above hers, his cock stiff and erect, already oozing pearls of cum from his fat knob. His prick locked too good to be true to her hungry body.

She grabbed it with her hands and rubbed his prick knob up and down her cunt slit, spreading her pussy lips spat and smearing her cream over his cock head. She tapped his prick against her stomach sawing another wave of sparks to shoot though her loins.

She stirred his cock head around in her foamy pussy gash as if it were a spoon in a cup of coffee. The touch of his hot, hard cock flesh against her flowering cunt lips rippled her flesh with spasms of joy.