Don Scott - Easy wild wife

She fell onto the floor of the car, her tits pressing against the sheriff's knee, and raised her mouth to his cockhead. Without any preliminaries, Barbara opened her lips and sucked his pricktip into the velvety soft, liquid warmth of her mouth.

Sheriff Carlisle groaned as he felt the young girl's lips tightening around the broad girth of his cockshaft, his pricktip pushing against the back of her mouth.

A soft, muffled sound of joy came from Barbara as she swirled her tongue around the shaft of the cock. She could feel Sheriff Carlisle's pricktip throbbing hotly against the opening of her throat and Barbara felt certain that she would – if she got in a more favorable position – be able to swallow all of his prick down her throat.

She nodded her head, groaning a little as the sheriff twisted her hair through his fingers and guided her face up and down on his prick.

The young girl flicked her tongue against the slitted pisshole at the head of his cock. She moaned again, quite softly, shivering with ecstasy as the taste of a hard cock tingled on her taste buds.

Sheriff Carlisle released Barbara's hair, allowing her to bring her lips and tongue up and down on his prick at whatever speed and tempo she wanted. He leaned back in the car, looking down to see her auburn hair swirling at his crotch, feeling her lips, teeth and tongue making his cock even longer, thicker and harder.

"That's it, Barbara," he said quietly, almost soothingly. "That's how you give a blow-job. I always knew you were a cock-sucker."

The words seared Barbara's soul, but she couldn't let her anger be known to the sheriff.

Struggling to breathe with the huge prick stuffing her mouth, Barbara shivered, her nipples hard as pebbles, sucking passionately on the lip-stretching prick. She nodded her beautiful face over the prick, taking the meat into her mouth until the cockhead pushed against the opening of her throat, then pulling up so that she could slash her tongue against the sheriff's pisshole.

"Mmmmmmft!" she slurped, a bubble of saliva forming on her lips as she filled her mouth with hard prick.

Because she was kneeling sideways to the sheriff, Barbara couldn't fit much more of the cock into her mouth than the pricktip and a couple inches of the shaft. The oval-shaped incredibly thick shaft of the cock stretched the teenager's lips.

"That's better," Sheriff Carlisle said quietly as the squad car rolled down suburban streets. "That's a good little cock-sucker. I knew you'd know what to do with a prick in your mouth."

He reached beneath Barbara's body, grabbing one of her tits and pinching the nipple. She shivered, pretending to be disgusted with him when in truth his hand was firing up her lusts. His fingers pinched and tugged on her electrified nipple. Pussyjuice made Barbara's skimpy panties cling wetly to her cunt.

Barbara rubbed her side of the throbbing, heavily veined shaft with her tongue. She wished that she could get directly between the sheriff's thighs to that she could face his prick head-on. That way, with its natural slightly downward curve to the shaft, she would be able to deep-throat all of his cock, sucking the entire length down her throat, swallowing him whole.

The sheriff put his hand on the back of Barbara's head and pushed down. The fat cock rolled between her lips. When the pricktip pounded against the back of her mouth, Barbara nearly choked on the jaw-stretching prick. No matter how much she wanted to feel the sheriff's awesome cock sliding down her throat, swelling her neck out, the hot-blooded teenager knew that she'd never do it in the position she was now in.

"Pull behind there," Barbara heard Sheriff Carlisle say to his deputy. "In the alley. This little cunt is going to do better than this or she's in big fuckin' trouble!"

It was as though the sheriff had read Barbara Hobson's mind. When the squad car pulled into the alley, she was jerked by her hair into a sitting position on the seat of the car again. She cried out softly with pain, feeling strands of her silky auburn hair pulling against her scalp.

"What are you going to do to me?" Barbara asked, knowing that she was only going to get more of the same.

The squad car pulled to a stop. Looking around, Barbara didn't recognize the alley they were in. It was extremely dark and only the back sides of houses on either direction faced the alley. Barbara understood instantly why the sheriff had chosen this spot – there would be no straying eyes to watch her as she gave him a blow-job.

She was pulled by the elbow out of the car. Barbara stumbled a little before regaining her balance. Her legs trembled and she seemed to teeter on her five-inch spike heels. Barbara hoped she appeared frightened, that her trembling was taken for fear. She was really so excited and hungry for the sheriff's cock that she was ready to beg for the privilege of sucking on it.

The lights of the squad car were killed. Barbara leaned against the rear fender of the sedan. The metal felt cold against her thighs on the satiny flesh between the tops of her stockings and her panties. She twisted her hands a little, enjoying the harsh, unyielding feel of the handcuffs around her wrists.

"What now?" she asked, trying to sound defiant.

"You keep sucking, that's what," Sheriff Carlisle said with savage delight.

Without having to be forced into it, Barbara slowly got down on her knees in the alley. She could feel pebbles biting into her flesh through her stockings. As she kissed the bullet-shaped head of the sheriff's prick, Barbara hoped that she wouldn't ruin the mesh stockings. They were her favorite pair whenever she wanted to go out hunting for a cock.

"Ohhhhh! All the way down your throat," the sheriff whispered.

The broad shaft felt more comfortable between Barbara's lips now that she was facing it directly. She rolled her slick, pink tongue against the underside of the cockhead. Her red, butter-soft lips nibbled gently on the throbbing shaft. Barbara could feel the sheriff's cockhead pulsing hotly against her tongue as she caressed it.

"Mmmmmm!" the girl moaned, her eyes closed as she nursed on the delicious cock that filled her mouth and ovalled her lips.

When Barbara tilted her head back to look up into the sheriff's face, she was pleased to see Deputy Phelps was standing beside the sheriff, watching her giving the blow-job with avid interest.

Barbara moaned, louder than necessary for the deputy's benefit. She loved having lots of men watching her whenever she was performing an almost magical blow-job for someone.

It was time to show the sheriff and his deputy exactly what she could do with a cock in her mouth.

Barbara held the cockhead against her tongue, curling her tongue around the throbbing head. Then, slowly and sensually, she began swallowing the cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. When the pricktip was at the back of her mouth, Barbara let out a low moan of ecstasy and chewed with her lips on the shaft.

They don't think I can do it, she thought, her eyes shining as she looked into the sheriff's eyes.

She felt the cockhead pushing against her tonsils, then slide deeper. The pricktip pushed down her throat as she nibbled with her lips on the shaft of the cock.

Inch by inch the massive prick slipped down the teenager's tight, resilient throat. When Barbara had all but a couple inches of the prick in her mouth, she felt her throat tightening up in protest.

I've got to take it all! she thought, fighting with herself to do what she wanted to.

Refusing to accept the pain in her throat as defeat, Barbara pushed her face toward the sheriff's body. The prick was throbbing and bucking deep in her throat, swelling her neck out, distorting her lovely facial features with the thickness of the shaft.