Jason Cannon - Wife going down

She had huge, pointed tits and a beautiful cunt. The man couldn't believe his eyes as he stared down at the woman's naked, irresistible body languishing on the tied. At first, when he had picked her up, in the bar, he had felt normal desire for her. That same desire had now turned into sheer driving lust as he stared at the glistening lips of her pussy between widely splayed, creamy thighs.

His nostrils flared with the heavy scent of her erotic perfume as his eyes delved into the deep valley between her thrusting tits.

Slowly lifting his gaze from her huge breasts, a hot grin spread across his face. It had been a long time since he had seen such an exquisite face as that of the woman lying before him. And the perfect features were framed by rich, raven-colored hair, softly cascading down around her bare shoulders.

"Take off your shorts," she said her voice a low, throaty growl full of her own lust. "I want to see your cock."

"Jesus."

"What's the matter?" she said, glancing momentarily up at his face.

"I don't know… it's just so strange."

"What's strange about a cock and a cunt getting together?"

"But I don't even know your name."

"I don't know yours, either. So what? We didn't come up to your hotel room for name guessing games, did we?"

"No… uh, I guess not." Her candid bluntness made him a little embarrassed. "What do you like?"

"Everything," she crooned, shaking her dark hair over his cock and tickling the head with it. "I like everything!"

Suddenly her head swooped down. Her ruby, burning lips seized the bulging head of his meat.

She sucked, using her cheeks and lips like a milking machine, sending a sharp thrill through his body.

"Good Christ Almighty." He lunged forward, feeding her prick into her face.

The next moment she was using her lips and tongue with diabolical skill, teasing and applying suction gently one moment and feverishly the next, circling him with her hot tongue, then vibrating it so rapidly that he groaned with pleasure. She used her soft hands along with her lips, stroking and fondling delicately, then with firm, eager pressure, until wild ripples of bliss shuddered through his loins.

She suddenly stopped and lay back on the bed, drawing her knees up and parting her thighs. Her eyes blazed with excitement.

"Come on," she urged. "Hurry!"

Her cold, crisp manner filled him with distaste, but she had aroused him to a tremendous pitch of excitement, priming him to fuck. He mounted her and cautiously probed the soft wetness between her pubic hairs. With a moan of impatience, she grasped him by the base of his swollen cock and jerked up sharply. He groaned as her moist cunt meat gripped him firmly in its luscious tightness. Violent, tingling thrills surged through him as she applied waves of pleasure with her taut pussy.

She gave him a hard, passionate kiss on the lips, pressing her hot body to him. Then she raised her legs high, resting them on his shoulders for maximum penetration.

"C'mon, lover, you wanted to fuck… let's fuck!"

"Yes, yes, fuck…fuck!"

"Pour your cock into me," she hissed, as if in anger. "Give it all to me!"

Her fingers dug into his buttocks firmly as she began to jerk her hips in a steady rhythm, purring in her throat like an animal. She commanded the tempo of their lunging to a slow, dreamy pace, clamping fiercely on his cock, making him suck in his breath at the delicious tightness, shifting easily from a back-and-forth jerking to a slow, circular swinging of her hips.

She was in charge of the situation, and she let him know it. She wanted a long, satisfying fuck, not a quick bunny hump. "You a fast come?"

"Some… sometimes," he gasped.

"Well, don't be tonight."

There was no sense of urgency in their fucking, no haste to rush for a come. Beneath him, she seemed to be lost in bliss, moaning softly as he lunged in an even rhythm. Each time he tried to quicken his thrust into her succulent hot depths she dug her nails into his ass and told him to slow down.

"Oh shit, it's good. Your cunt is so good!"

"I know it's good, lover. It's the best."

With her legs and the muscles in her milking cunt, she guided his meat back and forth between her hairy lower lips. She reached between his legs and bounced his balls in one hand while she stroked his inner thigh with the other.

Then he was pounding harder and she was responding. She began to utter little grunts of anguished rapture every time he penetrated her deeply. Each time he went all the way into her, she clutched his body convulsively, flattening her big tits against the hard wall of his chest.

He looked into her half-closed eyes, hooded with passion and desire. What a whore this cunt was, he thought, and what a fuck she gave!

And then she lost all the control she had been maintaining. Her moans became gasps of joy as she abruptly began jerking her hips in a furious pace. She rammed her tongue between his lips and squeezed his buttocks hard. She shuddered and quivered her frantic, slippery cunt on his prick, twisting and squirming deliriously each time he slid in to the hilt, gorging her. She arched her hot, damp body to his and sobbed praise in his ear, shocking, vulgar words that added fire to his excitement.

A searing release exploded in his loins and she twitched her hips convulsively in ecstasy, draining him eagerly.

His gushing come seemed to trigger hers.

"Are you comin'? Are you comin', too?" he panted.

Her whole body shook spastically as her muscles strained in her orgasm. "Yes, yes! I'm coming! Oh fuck! Shit! I'm coming like a fountain!" The straining body beneath him and the clasping, velvet cunt over his cock brought him to the summit of his raging lust. Like a raging torrent, streams of molten cum poured into her belly in great, thick gushes. Waves of bliss flowed over the beautiful woman as she felt his cum puddle and form pools in her waiting cunt. The agonizing beauty of her orgasm flowed through every fiber of her body.

"Don't stop… not yet!" she screamed as she grabbed his cock and forced its length inside her again. "Oh God, fuck me, keep fucking me!"

She was nearly out of her mind with desire as wave after wave of orgasmic release flooded her writhing, battered flesh. She wailed and cried out her ecstasy as, at last, she stretched to her final peak and then felt it subside.

Then she lay still. She felt his limp cock slip from her cunt with a lewd, wet, sucking sound, and felt him move away from her.

Not bad, she thought, opening her eyes and gazing dully at the ceiling. I've had better, but then I've had a lot worse.

She checked her watch. Two o'clock. She had an hour before Monty would be home from school. Maybe she could get one more fuck out of the salesman before she had to split.

Then she remembered his words: "I don't even know your name." Hell, he was the third one this week, and she didn't know any of their names! They were just cocks to her, and that's all she wanted them for. She didn't love thin. She saved all her love far her husband and her son, even though she and her husband had been separated for nearly a year.

Her mind drifted to the coming weekend, to the last chance they were going to give themselves for reconciliation. After the weekend she would either remain Mrs. Philip Bacon, or become just plain Louise Bacon.

The man came back from the bathroom and lay down beside her.

"That was wonderful," he offered.

"Was it?"

"The best."

"Want some more?"

"I… I don't know if I can get it up," he replied sheepishly.

Her hand crept down to his limp cock and casually began to heft and caress it with practiced fingers. In spite of his recent come, he responded to her soft, expert touch quickly. In seconds, he was nearly erect again.