Nick Eastwood - Hot horny newlywed

"All right, Kurt," Monica said, trying to hide her eagerness.

She got more and more impressed as the elevator rose in the modern apartment building a few blocks away. They didn't get off till they reached the penthouse suite at the very top. Kurt ushered Monica into a luxuriously furnished apartment with huge rooms and a sweeping view of the city. He already had a pitcher of martinis on ice, as if he'd been expecting to score. This guy seemed to be successful at everything he did.

"This apartment is beautiful, Kurt," Monica said.

"Speaking of beautiful," he said, moving close to her.

He didn't finish his sentence. He gave her a steamy deep tongue kiss that made her cream right through her panties and turned her knees to rubber. Then he calmly handed her a drink and sat down on the enormous white couch. Monica stood there sipping her drink and waiting to see what he wanted. This was the kind of man who called all the shots.

He slowly and carefully studied her figure, sipping his martini, taking his time. Finally he said, "You're a very beautiful girl, Monica. I have a feeling this evening is going to be very exciting for both of us. I'd like you to begin by going down on me."

Monica reddened. His request was very abrupt. But at the same time she felt a surge of lust. She drained her glass, set it aside, and knelt before him on the deep soft rug. She leaned forward, between his legs, and unzipped his fly. She was surprised to find that he wasn't wearing shorts. He didn't seem the type to go without them. But maybe he believed in being prepared.

She eased his cock out of his pants and rested it on her palm. She dipped her head down, stuck out her little pink tongue, and began to lick his cock meat. He shivered a little but otherwise showed no reaction. He was a very cool customer, this Kurt. He went on sipping his martini while she tongued his prick and lathered it all over with her hot spit.

When she'd coated his whole cock, she lifted it up and caught it between her red-glossed lips and sucked it into her mouth. Another lusty shiver from Kurt and maybe just a low moan, she wasn't sure. She sucked in his whole long semi-rigid cock, sheathing it in the juicy heat of her mouth. She began to suck it greedily, making a lewd slurping noise.

"Yes, that's it, suck," Kurt said hoarsely.

So she was getting to him after all. She had further proof a few minutes later as his cock swelled to its full dimensions, cramming her mouth. It mushroomed right back into her throat, almost choking her, and she had to draw back a little. She fisted the thick hairy base and sucked the rest, giving it to him forcefully and fast. She was hungry for him to cream, and she couldn't hide it.

"Mmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned.

Kurt smiled and nodded approvingly, then went back to sipping his martini. The guy was rich and attractive, and he'd undoubtedly had hundreds of pretty girls up to his apartment. It wouldn't be easy to surprise or impress him. Still he seemed to be enjoying himself in his own cool way, his handsome face getting a little flushed, his breathing getting heavier and louder.

"Yes," he whispered, "I like to be sucked hard. I like a woman who's hungry for it."

Monica caught herself drooling all over his cock as the first tasty globs of cream bubbled from his piss hole. They dropped onto her taste buds, and she savored them before swallowing. She kept suctioning the hot liquid out of the cleft of his cock, greedily eating his cream. Again he nodded his approval. He clearly liked it that she didn't hide her hunger for his cock.

As her excitement mounted, she sucked faster and faster, still making that obscene wet noise. She could feel his meat throbbing on her tongue. Thick gobs of cream oozed out of his piss hole and dropped onto her tongue, where she greedily savored them. With her hot little fist she kept pumping the thick shaft of his prick, working to the rhythm of her sucking lips.

"Very good," he rasped. "You really like doing that, don't you, Monica?"

Of course she couldn't answer and wasn't expected to. She just went on sucking, and now she was starting to get a real reaction from him. Even Kurt couldn't keep his cool forever. He slumped back on the couch and began to breathe loudly and harshly, and his face got very flushed. His cream was oozing out steadily now.

"Massage my balls," he ordered hoarsely.

With her free hand Monica reached into his pants and carefully drew out the hot coarse haired bags. She massaged them to the rhythm of her sucking and felt them boil and throb with their hot load. Kurt's eyes rolled crazily, then closed tight, and she realized that he was right on the brink of coming. She gave his prick a long firm suck.

"Unngghhhhh, awwwww!" he groaned.

Suddenly Monica's mouth was full of his jizz. Her cheeks were almost bursting with the sizzling load. She gulped it down fast before it spurted from her lips. He groaned and filled her mouth again, and she gurgled happily as she swallowed the delicious thick cream. He went on pumping the stuff into her mouth for almost a minute, then sank back with a satisfied sigh.

"Excellent," he said. "You have a natural talent for cock-sucking, Monica. Now I'd like you to undress, please."

Monica found herself wanting to do whatever he asked. She stood up and unzipped her dress and let it float to the floor. He ogled the tightly-packed cups of her bra, and his eyes widened appreciatively as she removed the bra and her big ripe tits stuck out firmly. She wriggled out of her bikini panties and stood before him naked.

"Your husband is a very lucky man," Kurt said, his eyes roaming hungrily over her gorgeous young body.

"Let's leave my husband out of this, please," Monica said.

"Oh, sorry, I really shouldn't pry," Kurt smiled. "It won't happen again, I promise you. Now please come over here and lie down on the couch."

Monica obeyed, and he positioned her on her back with one leg draped up over the back of the couch and the other dangling off the edge. Her pussy was fully exposed to the light of the room. Kurt stood up and studied the moist pink flesh and its fringe of delicate dark curls. He took off his clothes neatly and gradually, as cool as ever.

He was in terrific shape for a man his age, lean and hard-muscled. Monica was very turned on by his body. It was also turning her on in a kinky way to lie there with her slit exposed to his hungry eyes. She was creaming heavily, and he must have noticed the pearly liquid overflowing her cunt and trickling down over the puckered mouth of her shitter.

He must have known she was hot for him, but still he took his time, folding his clothes as he removed them and carefully setting them aside. Whatever way he'd made all his money, Kurt was clearly used to letting people wait. But Monica was sure he never waited for anyone. Anybody coming between Kurt and his goals would simply be written out of his life.

She sensed he was a hard-playing, ambitious man and also very sensual. He had good control of his emotions, but he was basically a sex maniac just like she was. Naked, he lay down between her legs, and although he looked perfectly cool, she could feel him breathing heavily on her naked pussy. Then she felt the first hot touch of his tongue on that swollen sensitive flesh, and she shivered with excitement.

"Mmmmm, yesss, go down on me, Kurt," she murmured, "I just love that."

Kurt seemed pretty fond of it himself. In fad it wasn't long before Monica realized that pussy-eating was his favorite indoor sport. Characteristically, he took his time, lapping every inch of her tangy-tasting slit, lathering every bit of it with his hot spit. His stiff probing tongue snaked into every hot fold and cranny of her aroused gash.

"Ohhhh, God, that's so good," she whimpered.

In her hot arousal she was creaming steadily, and Kurt greedily tongued up every bit of her cream and gobbled it. He acted like he couldn't get enough of the musky juice. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, lapping and probing and teasing. But finally he began to concentrate on just one spot, the hooded little bud of her clit.