Steve Golden - The Spunky Wife

She kept looking for Mr. Henderson, but the handsome gray-haired boss was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she made small talk with three or four people, mostly men, while she drifted from room to room sipping her wine. She was careful to keep her wrap around her shoulders for the time being, She was saving the sight of her tits for Mr. Henderson alone. Since he was recently divorced, he might be more than willing to have a little fun with her. It was worth a try.

Finally, when she was about to give up, a door opened to her left and there he was. He was all alone, and his face had a thoughtful look to it, as if he'd just completed some serious business phone call. He paused, still deep in thought. Then suddenly he caught sight of her and his face lit up in a warm and appreciative smile. He came over to her and took her hand.

"I know you. You're Rodney's stunning young wife, aren't you?" he asked. "My, you're even more lovely than I remember."

"I'm flattered that you remember me at all," Bonnie said, letting her wrap fall open and down off her shoulders. Her gorgeous tits came into view, bulging out over her dress in creamy swells.

"Oh, I could never forget a face like yours," he said. But from the way he gazed at her tits it was clear that her face wasn't what he remembered most. He stood there for a moment without saying anything else. He just held her hand in his and stared at her swelling tits.

"I hope that you're managing to have a little fun, now that you're on your own," Bonnie said. "I mean, you know what they say about all work and no play."

"As a matter of fact, I am enjoying myself, though it's hard sometimes for a man my age. I especially like being with young women like yourself."

Again he gave her tits a meaningful stare. He still hadn't let go of her hand.

"I'm glad," Bonnie said. "Because I happen to love older men. They get me all hot and bothered and make me want to do all kinds of wild things!"

"Oh really? Like what?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. The serious look he'd had a few minutes earlier was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, you know! Dirty things! Stuff I would never do with my husband!" she murmured.

The strap of her dress slid off her shoulder» but she made no move to replace it. Her left tit was almost fully exposed now. He could see a sliver of her pink nipple. She blinked her big blue eyes at him and ran her tongue over her red lips, making them all wet and shiny. She squeezed his hand a little harder and stepped closer to him, so that her near-naked tit pressed against his arm.

"Could you tell me what these things are?" he asked. "Give me a hint at least? I enjoy hearing what young women get up to these days."

"Well," Bonnie said, leaning close to his ear to whisper. "I just love to suck cock, but my husband isn't really interested! There's nothing I like better than a huge, swollen prick plowing in and out of my mouth! And I love for a man to call me dirty names while I suck him off!"

Mr. Henderson didn't say anything. But she thought she felt a kind of tremor go through him. He gazed into her eyes, then looked down at her tits again. Her dress had slipped a little lower, so that now one stiff nipple was completely exposed. She made no move to cover it up. She simply stared up at him with playful, teasing eyes as she continued talking.

"I like to get tit-fucked, too! I just love it when a guy sits on the and forces his cock down between my tits to fuck them! It makes me feel so dirty and used, you know?"

"Mmmmmm!" Henderson groaned. He slipped an arm around her tiny waist and let his hand slide down over her ass. When Bonnie didn't protest, he squeezed her asscheek tight.

"Then I like to use my mouth on him some more. You know, lick his balls and suck them and everything. And when he's about to cum, I take him back in my mouth and bring him off, I just love it when a guy cums in my mouth, you know? It feels so sexy, the way the jets of hot spunk shoot over your tongue and everything. I love to eat jizz. I just love it."

Henderson groaned and slid his hand between the cheeks of her ass. She didn't complain. In fact she forced her hand back onto his hand, making things easier for him. He could feel the heat and lushness of her perfect body through the thin dress. And his cock began to thicken in his pants. He was breathing more heavily by the second.

"Have you ever cum in a pretty young girl's mouth, Mr. Henderson?" she asked, batting her eyes at him. "Or do you prefer to shoot all over a girl's tits? Lots of guys like to spray a girl's face with cum too. I had a couple of boyfriends who liked that. When they were about to cum, they would make me pull on their cocks till they shot hot spunk all over my eyes and nose and hair. It really got me excited."

Suddenly Henderson's hand left her ass and he circled her waist again. Then he was pulling her back through the door he'd come through only a few minutes earlier. He clicked a lock behind them and clutched her to him, mashing his mouth down on hers and forcing his tongue between her lips. He slipped her remaining dress strap off her shoulder and suddenly Bonnie was naked from the waist up. Her dress was draped uselessly over her hips.

"You are a horny little bitch, aren't you?" he asked, breaking off their kiss and looking at her. "You're the horniest little bitch I've ever met!"

Bonnie grinned. Horny little bitch. She never would have thought Mr. Henderson would use such language, but she was glad he did. It sent a lewd, dirty thrill through her. She wanted to hear more. She wanted him to call her slut and whore and cunt.

"Yes!" she moaned. "I'm a horny little bitch! Call me names like that! Talk dirty to me! I love to be called filthy names!"

They were in some kind of study or library. But Bonnie barely had time to take in her surroundings before he was hauling her over to a huge desk in front of the window. He slipped off his jacket, opened up his pants and shoved them and his shorts down to his ankles. Then he opened his shirt and sat down in his desk chair. There was a look of real tension on his face.

"On your knees, bitch! Let's see if you're good at anything other than dirty talk! Let's see if you can use that cockteasing little mouth the way you say you can!"

Bonnie felt another thrill go through her. He was speaking to her harshly, ordering her to do things. And she loved it. There was none of the gentleness and tenderness she got from her husband, and she was glad. In six weeks of marriage, she'd almost forgotten how exciting sex could be.

"I said on your knees, slut!" he growled. "Get down on your knees and suck my cock!"

For a second, Bonnie thought he would hit her. She blinked in shock at the force of his voice, then dropped quickly to her knees. She saw his prick for the first time and her heart skipped a beat. It was eight inches long and nowhere near erect. It lay drooped down one thigh, puffy and half-hard. The foreskin had peeled back and the cockhead was shining wetly.

"You going to stare at it all day, or suck it, whore?" he asked, staring down at her coldly. "You going to suck me off, or do I have to slap your face with it?"

He did actually grab hold of his half-hard cock and wave it back and forth in front of her. She had dipped down her head, ready to begin licking the prickshaft. He slapped her face hard with his heavy cock. Her mouth was half-open, and loud, hollow sounds came out as he smacked first one cheek, then the other with his big prick. It was as thick as her wrist already, Bonnie noticed.

"Please, let me have it!" she gasped. "I'll, suck it if you'll let me! I'll lick your cock and your balls! I'll even lick your asshole if you want me to! Please give me your cock!"

He finally let go his prick, and it lay throbbing along one thigh again. Bonnie curled her fingers around it quickly and tilted it upright. Then she leaned forward and licked the cock-head three times. She sank her bright-red mouth down over the head and the top two inches of prick. She began to suck noisily.