Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

"Go on, please, ohhh! Your tongue's nice, but I want more! I want that gorgeous cock of yours. Now!"

He began working his way up her body like a snake slithering up a tree trunk. He kissed and licked his way until their mouths crushed together firmly.

By now, Veronica was frantic with lust. She would do anything to feel his cock driving hard and deep into her belly. Her tongue stabbed out and into his mouth. Tongues meeting, they began rolling around in amorous, erotic acrobatics. She let her rough, pink tongue glide back and forth over his to give him the idea of what she really wanted.

This didn't seem to spur him on. Veronica began darting her tongue in and out of his mouth in a mock fucking that would surely give him the idea of what she so passionately needed from him.

Whether this did the trick or not, the blonde girl didn't know. All she cared about was the tremor passing into her gut when she felt the blunt nose of his rigid prick pushing against her dripping pussy lips. This was what she wanted. If he couldn't abuse her, whip her, spank her, this was exactly what she needed!

She tried hunching up to take him full length up her juicy, seethinghot, churning cunt. Somehow, Stan managed to elude her. He was going to fuck her in his own way, at his own convenience.

No matter that she was being driven insane with lust, with need for his cock. He granted her only about an inch of his pulsating prick. And it felt like heaven to her hungry cunt.

She squirmed back and forth, savoring the inch of wrist-thick cock inside her sopping cunt. His prick split her sex lips apart far enough for her to feel, really feel, his rigid prick. Using well-trained muscles, she clamped down on his shivering cock with her slippery pussy lips. Her churning cunt was now a lewdly grinning mouth trying to swallow his cock whole.

A tiny whimper was all she heard from him. Veronica couldn't speak because he had finally rammed his cock full length into her seething pussy. The long cock buried in her steamy interior bounced around like a thing gone insane.

The very motion of his rigid prick against her delicate pussy walls was enough to make her groan with pleasure. It was so good having a man's prick in her churning cunt again. Now, if he'd only fuck her!

Stan moved his hips in a slow circle, grinding his crotch firmly against hers. She felt the juices oozing from her cunt and lubricating their groins. A tiny trickle of the thick oil tormented her as it ran down the inside of her milky white leg. She remembered how Mr. Marshall had felt inside her. This wasn't quite the same. Not quite. Not enough to make her fully respond as she thought she should. She had to have more to drive away the memories.

"Damn you, ohhh, dammit! Fuck me, will you? Get on with it and fuck me blind!"

"I… I'm trying to keep from blowing my wad. You're just too damned sexy, Veronica."

She should have taken that as a compliment. Instead, it angered her.

She wanted him fucking her, not trying to play kiddie games.

"Get it on, man, get it on! I need cock and lots of it – and I want it fucking me. Now, damn your eyes, now!"

He gritted his teeth and began a slow back-and-forth motion. Veronica screamed with joy as she felt his cock slipping from her churning cunt.

The vacuum built up inside her cunt threatened to pull her guts out with his cock. The fit between her well-oiled cunt walls and his throbbing cock was better than any piston and chamber.

When just the head of his cock split her slick pussy lips, he started forward again. Veronica shuddered in reaction. The tingles in her body became more intense. She knew that she'd soon be aflame with lust.

There wouldn't be anything in the world to hold her back then.

The feel of the quivering cock drilling into her cunt set fire to her loins. She shivered with lust. The bucking, rigid prick twisted around inside her tight cunt and sent lightning bolts of carnal electricity zinging along her nerves.

Her body responded in the age-old manner of a woman being fucked by a man. She loved the sensation of his cock slipping back and forth in her seething-hot cunt. But there had to be more. And that was what Mr.

Marshall could give her. Veronica wasn't emotionally wrapped up in Stan's too-gentle lovemaking like she had been with Mr. Marshall and his more brutal ways. She felt neglected in spite of her husband's rigid prick telling her the opposite.

She couldn't really respond to his rhythm. She just let him rock back and forth, fucking at his own speed. Her body was drenched with sweat.

She responded instinctively, but something was missing.

The only explanation she could come up with was that Stan was dreary.

His fucking lacked excitement. Her body was all hot and ready for his cock, but he failed to arouse her mentally. He was a bore. Sometimes, such as when they'd fucked, it was good with him. But more often than not, her husband did nothing to bring out her hidden desires or arouse her innermost self. She was going to have to point him in a different direction or she'd be doomed to not only the missionary position with him but constant frustration as well. Even if she got off, she'd feel robbed mentally. That was almost worse than not getting fucked at all.

"Stan, darling, wait, please," she said, her hands pushing against his shoulders.

"Huh? What was it?"

He was confused. He had been concentrating so hard on not coming that it took a second for him to adjust to anything other than the steady fucking he was giving her.

"Pull the bureau over next to the bed."

"What the hell for? I'm fucking you and you want the goddamn dresser next to the bed? What's with you, Veronica?"

She felt his once-hard cock slowly deflating inside her churning cunt.

He hadn't come. This distraction had robbed him of his boner.

"I want to watch us fuck in the mirror. I want to see what it's like if I could get up and watch – and still have your lovely cock fucking me!"

"That's sick." He sounded disgusted.

"No, it's not. I think it's wonderful. You can look, too. Imagine the sight of your prick spreading my pink pussy lips and digging in deep up my slobbering cunt. Wouldn't you like to see that? And do it at the same time?"

"No. Besides, it's too dark in here."

"So we turn on the lights. You don't think I'm ugly, do you?" She smiled and reached down between his thighs. Gripping his limp cock, she began massaging his prick until he had a burgeoning hard-on again. His rigid prick was soon throbbing with renewed lust for her. She knew he'd do what she wanted. He desired her more than anything else in the world.

He wanted to please her. If, for nothing else, just to get his rocks off in her tight cunt.

"Dammit," Stan snarled. "Okay, I'll drag the motherfuckin' thing over here so you can watch. Like being in a damn porno movie." He grunted as he pulled the heavy dresser close to the bed. Under his breath, he kept up a steady stream of curses. He was obviously not enthused with this idea of Veronica's.

She came up with the damnedest things at times. He wondered what went on in that pretty blonde head of hers. Actually wanting to watch! And to have the lights on, too. He was worn out trying to think of new ways of fucking to keep her amused.

He thought fucking was something better when it was done all at once, with no interruptions once started.

"There. Satisfied?"

"No," Veronica said, smiling. "My poor little cunt doesn't have your huge steely cock in it any more. Come on and stick it back in. And then fuck me, fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before!"

This time his entry into her dripping pussy was faster, harder. His cock jolted her and rattled her teeth. This was more like it. She wanted it rough, quick, as brutal as he could give it to her.