Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

"Enough." He inched closer. "Enough to be able to afford what they want to buy."

It was obvious now that he was trying to tell me something. "Just what is it you want to buy?"

He giggled, but the sound came out like a snort. "You tell me what it is." He ran his knee up and down the back of my leg.

I pulled away. "I'm quite sure I don't know what you mean."

He put his hand on my ass and squeezed it. "You know, I think."

I wriggled free of his grip. "What do you think you're doing!" My anger bubbled over and my little voice cracked.

"Keep your voice down! Do you want my wife to hear you?"

"Yeah, maybe I do!" The fat sonofabitch really pissed me off.

"Look, little Miss Hot Cunt," he hissed, bringing his face close to mine and spitting the words in my face. "I know all about you and your games so don't try any bullshit with me."

"You do, huh?"

"That's right, I know everything. Gus told it all to me. All the juicy details."

"What!" I was shocked; it was like a punch in the stomach.

"That's right, hot-pussy. All the good details. Do you really think it was an accident that he left you here? No accident, little girl. I asked him to let you come here."

I glared at him; my anger was still hot, but my shock and surprise had numbed me. "What I did with Gus is something you'll never get."

"I'm not asking for love, pussycat." His voice was still harsh and his breath unpleasant in my face. "I'm willing to pay for what you give away to others."

That floored me. "Pay?" I echoed.

"Yeah. Money. Dollars. You know what I'm talking about."

I turned around and listened for his wife. I could hear her talking towards the back of the house. I looked again at Henry. As repulsive as the idea was, I felt myself drawn to it regardless. The idea of selling my body for money excited me in a way I've never known.

"How much are you willing to pay?" I asked. The words came out thinly, as though my mouth were surprised that my brain was agreeing. Why not? I thought.

"That's better." He was smiling now, and he put his hand back on my ass.

I suffered the indignity, almost enjoying the idea that he was using me. "What about the money?"

"You are a hot little bitch, aren't you!" He worked his fingers into the crack of my ass, curving under my body so that he was almost touching my cunt, squeezing the flesh in and out. His fingers felt hot through the thin material of my shorts.

"What if your wife comes in?" My mouth was dry and I had difficulty saying the words.

"She'll be in there for an hour yet."

He had his hand between my thighs now, turned upward so that his short fat fingers were cupping the mound of my cunt. Without wanting to, I found myself getting wet at the crudity of his technique. I pressed my cunt down against his palm.

"Do you want to do it right here on the kitchen floor?" I asked, feeling the lips of my cunt opening and closing as my juices started to flow.

"What do you mean, on the floor? I don't want to fuck you. Fucking I can get anywhere."

I was confused. "What do you want?"

He squeezed my cunt. "I want you to French me."

I was still confused. I just stared at him, with my legs parted and a wave of pleasure burning up from my cunt.

"French!" he repeated. "You know, sucking. Suck my cock!"

I sucked in my breath. It was the first time I'd ever heard the expression. It made it sound more perverse, more obscene. French his cock.

"Well?" he asked.

I pulled my hands out of the soapy water and dried them on a dishcloth. I was remarkably calm outwardly in spite of the way I felt inside. It was as though a fire had suddenly exploded in my cunt.

"Give me the money," I said. Receiving the money was the most important part; more important than the amount. The idea that I was letting him use my mouth as a receptacle for his sperm, and then charging him money for that privilege, excited me so much that I almost couldn't stand the anticipation.

He handed me the money, and I didn't bother to look at it. I folded it and put it in the pocket of my shorts.

"Are you sure it's safe?" I looked down the hall.

"Of course!" he said. He squeezed my tit. "Do you think I'd take a chance on getting caught? Don't be foolish."

I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. "I'm ready… take your cock out."

"Let me touch you a little first," he said. "To get in the mood."

I pulled my blouse up and I let him slip his hand down the front of my shorts. I sucked in my stomach as he flattened his palm and slid it inside my panties.

"You got a hairy cunt," he said, cupping the mound.

I didn't answer. I just stood there, my thighs spread and my eyes closed tight while he played with my cunt.

"You're all wet. You got a very wet pussy, you know? Gus was right."

I humped myself up and down against his hand, sighing in surprise when he pushed a finger up inside of me. He couldn't push it far because the tightness of the shorts was binding, but he pushed it far enough to awaken ripples of pleasure throughout the whole underside of my cunt.

"You got a nice tight box," he observed. "You been fucked much?"

I didn't answer, just arched up then pushed down. I groaned with excitement.

"Answer me. Tell me how many guys have fucked you. Tell me their names and how big their cocks were."

I told him and he listened intently, apparently getting excited by hearing me say the words. I knew it was exciting me, and I began to describe the incidents in vivid details.

"Ohh, that's good." He pulled his finger out of my cunt and licked it in his mouth. "Let's go. I'm ready now."

I got down on my knees, trembling as I watched him unzip his fly. The whole front of his pants was swollen and pulled out.

"Close your eyes," he said, holding his hand in front of his open zipper. "Don't open them until I tell you."

I did as I was told, and after a moment he told me to open my eyes.

"Jesus!" I cried in surprise. "Is that all you?"

"I thought you'd like it."

In front of my face was the most enormous cock I've ever seen. It had to be at least nine inches long.

It made Gus' and Marc's look small by comparison.

I couldn't believe it was real. It was as thick as my wrist.

"Don't be afraid. Suck it."

I didn't need a second invitation. I closed my eyes and wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock. I held the shaft with both hands, and still there were parts of it untouched by me. I felt the swollen tip of the crown scrape against my teeth as my tongue welcomed it into my mouth.

I couldn't believe it was real, even now when it was in my mouth. I began to understand now what Lena Price saw in her husband. I was almost tempted to give him back his money. I knew I would willingly pay him if he had suggested that we fuck. My cunt ached to see whether it could swallow Henry's length and width; what a challenge his cock was!

"That's it," he cooed. "Suck it easy!"

My mouth was open as wide as it would go, and I forced my lips down the length of shaft, even when the broadness of the head hit against the back of my throat. I would have strangled on its size if I could have; it seemed like a small price to pay to lick my tongue against the hardness of that fantastic prick.

I sucked on it as if it were holy. I held it firmly with both hands and swished my tongue back and forth across its great width. I tightened my lips around its sides, and rolled my head back and forth, trying to screw my mouth down around it. Saliva trickled from under the edges of my lips. I tried to suck it back up into my mouth just as I tried to suck more and more of his cock into my mouth.

But there was no more to swallow. My mouth was filled with his cock. From my widely spread lips, across the length of my tongue, back to the root of my throat – it was all taken up by Henry's cock. I could feel the spongy ridge of its head rubbing against my inner cheeks and bumping softly into the roof of my mouth.