Don Scott - Easy wild wife

"You want to fuck this pussy, don't you, Mr. Jones?" Barbara whispered, promising heights of ecstasy the staid bank president had never before known. "You want to stick your cock in my young cunt and cum inside me, don't you? That's okay. You can say so. I won't get angry with you if you admit it."

It pleased Barbara that Mr. Jones couldn't speak. She gave him the full force of her sultry, lusty smile. Spreading her feet wider apart, she brought her left hand up and cupped one luscious tit. With her right hand she slipped a finger into the seething recesses of her hot, juicy pussy.

"Yesssss! You don't have to say it, but I know you want to fuck me. I know you do." Barbara turned it on for Mr. Jones, the staid, quiet bank president who spent the vast majority of his life looking at ledgers rather than a sexy teenager who seemed to enjoy finger-fucking herself so much she looked like she was about to cum.

Barbara slipped her finger in and out of her cunt until it was wet with her pussyjuice. Then, lewdly, she sucked on her finger like it was a small, slender cock, enjoying the flavor of her own feminine cum.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her eyes burning into the bank president.

Walking toward him slowly, holding her mini-skirt up around her waist, Barbara straddled his legs as he continued sitting in the chair. Reaching down with her left hand, she used her fingers to spread her cuntlips a little. She used her right hand to guide the cockhead to her pink cuntlips.

"See how grateful I can be?" she purred.

Barbara lowered herself until she felt the fat crown of the bank president's prick rubbing against her slightly parted cuntlips. She gasped, a little louder than necessary, shivering with the ecstasy that was going through her. It was shocking to her that she could get so turned on by a man who had so little physical charms.

At least he's got a hard cock, the teenager thought happily.

She slowly relaxed the muscles in her legs and felt her pussylips being wedged apart by the mushroom-shaped head of Mr. Jones' cock.

When the pricktip was inside her pussy, Barbara released the cock. She put her hands on her stocking-encased thighs, feeling the texture of her mesh stockings against her palms. Slowly, inch by inch, her cuntlips puckering inward, she took the entire length of his prick into the seething pussy that so passionately needed a cock to fill it.

"Ohhhhh!" the young girl moaned softly as she rested on Mr. Jones' thighs, his cock throbbing hotly deep inside her cunt. "Mr. Jones, you've got a beautiful prick. You really, really do."

She started bouncing on his lap, working her pink, tight cuntlips over the shaft and head of Mr. Jones' fiery, turgid prick. As she raised and lowered her luscious ass on his lap, Barbara's tits bounced near his face.

"Suck my tits!" the teenager gasped, cupping her tits from the underside to raise them, pushing her nipples close together.

"You are so…"

The words seem to get lost inside Mr. Jones' mind. He opened his mouth and Barbara pushed one tit between his lips. When his lips surrounded her nipple, taking in almost all of her pink areola, she shivered and dropped down, working her cuntlips along the shaft of his cock until she could massage the entire prick in the tight sheath of her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm!" Mr. Jones moaned as he sucked on the girl's tit.

Barbara continued to bounce on his lap. When his hands slipped around her waist and he cupped and fondled her tight, smooth asscheeks as she fucked him, Barbara was more pleased than ever. The old man was breaking out of his shell, going for the satisfaction that she wanted to give him, and Barbara couldn't have been more happy about it.

"Ohhhhh! You're such a big man!"

Barbara inserted her other nipple into his hot, sucking mouth. His tongue sent shocks of ecstasy rippling through her veins. She could feel his red-hot prick getting harder inside her cunt.

She dropped down, taking all of his cock in her pussy, then twirled her hips around in a circular motion. Barbara could feel the cockhead rubbing around deep inside her pussy, spreading her cunt walls as her pussylips worked on the root of his cock's shaft.

"Kiss me!" the teenager hissed.

Barbara forced Mr. Jones' mouth off her tit, bringing her lips to his. She kissed him with fierce passion, knowing that she was turning him on more than he had been in years and years. She thrust her tongue between his lips, slithering it deep into his mouth. When Mr. Jones pushed his tongue into her mouth, she danced her tongue over it, sucking on it lustfully.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as he grabbed her tits, pressing his fingers almost timidly into her firm melons of tit flesh.

Barbara bounced faster and faster, her clit rubbing against the hard cock as she worked her cuntlips over the shaft of Mr. Jones' prick. When, quite suddenly and without warning, she felt his cum splashing inside her pussy, she kissed his mouth and sucked on his tongue. Dropping down on the prick to satisfy all of it with the liquid warmth of her cunt, Barbara churned her lips as blasts of cum detonated out of the old man's balls.

"Ohhhh! Mr. Jones, you are absolutely wonderful," Barbara whispered, holding his face in her hands as she looked down at him. "You know, there's going to come a day when I walk into your glass-lined office at the bank and suddenly nobody is going to see me. And do you know why they won't be able to see me? It's going to be because I'm under your desk sucking your beautiful cock!"

She got off his lap, groaning softly as her cunt was suddenly emptied of his prick. As Mr. Jones regained his breath, Barbara carefully worked her panties back up her leg, pulled her stockings a little higher up her thighs, then smoothed her leather miniskirt down once again.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones. If you do agree to give a loan so that I can get my father out of jail, that's great. And if you don't, I still thank you for that wonderful fucking."

Barbara put her hands on his shoulders and bent down, kissing his head lightly.

"And I wasn't lying. I really am going to show up at your office some day and give you the best blow-job you've ever had, and all your bank tellers and customers will be able to see you and not me and not be able to figure out why you've got this strange, satisfied look on your face."

She buttoned up her jacket, waved good-bye to him, then left his house feeling quite satisfied. Barbara wasn't the kind of teenager who usually fucked older men, but they could be quite surprising, quite interesting. Mr. Jones really had tickled her clit and filled her pussy nicely, and she could still feel his hot cum inside her.

With a bounce in her step, Barbara headed for her motorcycle, anxious to tell Karen about how she'd made sure Joe would have his bail money.

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Barbara saw the flashing red lights and pulled her motorcycle over to the curb. Before she had a chance to even ask questions, Deputy Phelps and Sheriff Carlisle had her thrown against the squad car and were reading her her rights.

"But what have I done?" Barbara asked.

Deputy Phelps put a hand on Barbara's back and pushed. She was flattened over the hood of the squad car. Her big tits nearly spilled out of the neckline of the leather jacket as they were pressed against the police car's hood. In back, bending over like she was, her miniskirt pulled up, showing off the backs of her thighs almost to her panties. Even the tops of her stockings and some of her bare flesh was exposed because of the position she was in.

"Please, I haven't done anything wrong!"

Her arms were wrenched behind her back and Barbara felt steel handcuffs locking around her wrists. An overpowering sense of dread swept over her as she tested the handcuffs and found that she couldn't get them off.