Bob Wallace - Eager wild wife

"Faster!" Tiffany wailed. "Ohhhhh, God, I can't take it any more. Faster!" She twisted her head, her dark eyes pleading. "Fuck me, Dave. Make it happen. I need to cum."

Dave had his own pace he wanted to keep. He pulled out, the tip of his cock touching the entrance to her fuckhole. He grinned, saw the panic on her face. "Maybe I won't give it to you."

"Please!" She wriggled, her clit rubbing against the hard edge of the desk. "Aghhh! Fuck me!"

Dave saw the unabashed lust on her beautiful face. "You got it."

He fucked his cock deep, smashing her trembling body into the desk. He pulled back, slammed forward, mashing her body once again into the desk, setting the violent pattern for the next long passion-filled minutes.

"Oh! Ohhhhh!" Her face contorted in bliss. Spit dribbled from her mouth, wetting the desk. Her tits squeaked on the flat wooden top, sensitive to the rough surface. "Harder! Harder!"

Dave obliged. He fucked her slowly, methodically, ramming his cock to the balls each time. His cock thickened. Grunts came from his open mouth. Passion churned his balls.

"Faster! Faster!" Tiffany screamed. The slow pace was driving her inane. The hard lunging fuck-stabs were wonderful, yet didn't give her all that she needed. She needed speed and power, and she intended to get it. "Harder, fucker! Faster. Make me cum, you bastard."

Dave's hips moved quickly, driving his cock into the scalding depths of Tiffany's cunt at a faster pace. Squishing noises drifted up from her cock-filled cunt. His fuck-strokes shortened, but the hard thrusting power was still as devastating as ever.

"Yeahhhh!" She lifted her head, stared back at the man who was giving her the fucking she needed, the fucking she had craved for so long. "Make it happen, Dave. Make me cum."

She lowered her head, twisted in ecstasy on the desk as her body, inflamed with desire climbed quickly toward an explosive orgasm. She rocked her hips, fucked back into his plowing cock and screamed.

Dave lunged, fucking his cock deep. Hot buttery cunt cream greased his thick cockshaft. His balls slapped against her sticky flesh. Her fingers kneaded the pliant meat of her bucking hips.

"Cum, bitch. Cum!" Tiffany was at the peak. She hovered there, reveling in the joy of what was happening to her. She was finally getting fucked. Her tits were crushed against the desk. Her clit was being scraped on the edge of the desk each time Dave fucked his cock into her pussy. She floated, hating for the fucking to end. Fucking felt too good.

"Cum! Cum!" Dave roared. He pounded her mercilessly into the desk, his cock fucking in and out of her cunt at a fantastic speed. "Cum, you fuckin' bitch!"

The mashing of her clit and the ravaging fuck-thrusts of his cock inside her pussy carried Tiffany into a frenzied orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" she screeched. "Cumming all over!" She went insane. Bucking and twisting on the desk, she creamed Dave's fucking cock in a deluge of hot bubbling pussy cum. "Faster, Dave! I'm creaming your prick!"

Dave knew it. He fucked into her squishy cunt with ease. Hard fucking had him ready to let loose with a load of jizz. He held her rotating hips, his groin smacking into her ass each time he fucked forward.

"Cum, Dave!" Tiffany was strung out, shaking uncontrollably. Climaxes ripped through her body like hot knives, but she need the cum that was churning in his balls to make it a perfect fuck. "Cum, Dave. Fill my pussy!"

Dave's balls erupted. A geyser of hot thick jism shot through his cock and sprayed the steamy depths of Tiffany's pussy.

"I'm cumming," he roared. "I'm cumming!" He slammed into her with punching thrusts, his cock spewing out wad after wad of the hot gooey jizz that kept churning up from his balls. "I'm cumming!"

"At last!" she wailed. Her cunt gulped and sucked his cum with greed. It had been a long time since her last fuck, and she wanted every white sticky drop of his cum. "More, Dave. Drown me!"

Dave fucked hard, mashing her supple body into the hard unyielding wood. Her squeals of pleasure added to the fiery passion raging throughout his taut exploding frame. "You got it!"

"Ooooo, yes!" She writhed, her clit exposed, swollen, mangled by the hard edge of desk. She lifted her head as another orgasm tore through her pussy like a lightning bolt. "Aghhhh!" Her head thudded back.

Tiffany's face contorted in bliss: eyes popped; mouth gaped open; spit drooled out; face beet-red. She whimpered, her hips rocking back and forth. Her legs gave out. The fury of Dave's fucking cock had her knees banging into the side of the desk. She blinked. Everything was a blur.

Dave's groin was tight, his balls aching, his prick fucking into the overflowing gash of her pussy. He mauled her hips, her ass. His face screwed up into a mask of lust. He watched through dilated eyes as the raven-haired housewife writhed like a snake on the desk.

"Keep cumming, baby!" he howled. "I got plenty of cum left in me." To prove it, he jabbed at her cunt in a wild series of fuck stabs. Cum, thick and white, bathed her already overflowing pussy.

Tiffany's body was racked with orgasms as Dave fucked her. She pounded her fists into the top of the desk. Her hips jerked, her ass jiggled. Her clit was raw. She stiffened, tits crushed, nipples raw from the rough surface of the desk. A convulsing spasm shot through her cunt and she collapsed.

Dave wasn't through. His balls churned up the last of his jism, spurting it from his pisser. Cum gushed from her cunt, soaked his balls and thighs. He jabbed again, her limp body responding, twitching and jerking sporadically.

Numb, her body tingling, she gathered the last of her strength and turned the attack. She used cunt muscles like a vise and captured his prick. She milked his cock, thrived on his animal groans. She clawed the desk now as she drained Dave of every ounce of strength and squeezed his cock dry of every drop of cum. Only then, near total exhaustion, did she gasp and relax.

Dave knew it was over. His head was still reeling. "Unnn," he groaned, pulling his limp cock from her hot cum-stuffed pussy. "You're fantastic." He looked down at his prick. It was covered with fuck cream. He grinned, knowing Linda would clean his prick with her mouth after they closed the store for the day.

With her pussy empty, her passion sated for the moment, Tiffany slipped to the floor. "Help me up," she panted, offering Dave her hand.

He pulled her to her feet. "I'll see you out there in the store, baby." He winked, fixed his pants and left Tiffany alone in the stock room.

Slowly, every bone in her body aching, Tiffany dressed. She rested for a moment, looked at the desk where Linda had sucked her pussy and Dave had fucked her. She sniffed back a tear.

"Oh, Ryan. It should have been you."

She put her sad thoughts behind her. There was a whole day ahead of her, and she intended to use it. Dave's cock had only given her a taste of what she needed.

She stepped out of the stock room. Linda was behind the counter. Dave was waiting on a customer. "I'll take the shoes." She brought out a new credit card. "Charge it. I'll pick the shoes up later." She didn't want any cumbersome packages to carry around while she ran up the bills on her credit cards and looked for more cockmeat to satisfy her hot pussy.

"Maybe you'll join Dave and me for a three-way party after work?" Linda suggested.

Tiffany took her card, slipped it back into her purse. "I just might do that." She winked and left the store, ready for more fucking.

Tiffany parked her car. She was ashamed. The day before seemed like a nightmare. After leaving the shoe store, she had met a man whose wife was busy buying clothes. Tiffany had left with him, spending the rest of the afternoon in a motel room, fucking with the horny man.