Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

I come up behind him while he is fixing the drink and rub my breasts on his back. "That felt nice being screwed in the ass," I say. I slide my hand around his hips to his prick. "Your cock felt so big and good when it was in my mouth, too. Too bad you're so soft down here now. I wish we could just keep at it and at it, don't you?"

I feel his cock begin to harden again. He whirls around with my drink and I have to let go of his prick to take it. His face looks pasty.

"Should I get it out again now? It looks so big pushing against your pants. Feels nice too. You're getting good and stiff already. Mmm, I'm sure you're ready to fuck me with it. In my cunt this time though, all right? I like to be screwed in the ass, but I want you to cum in my cunt, too. I'll suck it again first… okay? But not until I wash you. I mean I wouldn't want to get fucked in the ass and then have the same cock again in my mouth without cleaning it up a little first. I'll get a washcloth for that, all right?"

Graham swallows hard and nods. I watch his Adam's apple going up and down. His eyes look big and shallow.

I bring the washcloth and a pan of water and some soap. Graham's prick springs out when I unzip his pants. "Maybe we'd better take your pants off so we don't get them all wet and soapy, too," I say. "Here, I'll help."

I soap the washcloth and press it to his prick. I spread the soap on thick from the base to his fleshy cockhead. Then I drop the washcloth in the pan and begin to slowly stroke his soapy cock with my bare hands. He leans back against the bar, thrusting his belly out toward me. His eyes are tight shut. "Does this feel good to you?" I tease. "Your cock will be so nice and clean for me to eat."

He almost cums in my hands.

I let go of him quickly and step back.

"Don't stop," he groans. "Keep rubbing me."

"Don't you want me to eat you again?"

"Yes… Christ… all right."

"Not here, let's get down on the sofa.' You can rub my cunt while I suck you. I'll rinse the soap off you first…"

Graham lies back on the couch and I eat him. It is entirely different than earlier when he was using my mouth as just another hole to fuck. Now I am eating him. I am the one controlling it. I press my tongue against him, take his cock all the way in until I feel the head of it rubbing against the roof of my mouth. I slide my lips slowly back and forth.

I suck his prick for as long as I feel like it, then sit back. He tries to get me to take it back into my mouth again, but I push him back. "I want to be fucked now," I say. "In my cunt. Shall I get on top of your"

He nods. His face looks feverish. His eyes bulge.

I sit on his prick and slide my cunt down the smooth firm length of it. I fuck him. I pull myself up off him and walk on my knees along the sides of his body until I am kneeling with my pussy directly over his face. "Why don't you eat me now…?" I ask. "Lick my cunt?"

He does. I feel his tongue push deep inside me. I like to be eaten in this position. It occurs to the that if I were to sit down hard on his face now and hold him there I could smother the life out of him. I pull up. "Enough of that," I say. "Let's screw again."

I get off the sofa and lie down on my back on the thick carpet and flaunt my body in front of him. I spread my legs and slide my hands sensuously up my thighs to my cunt. I spread my pussy lips with my fingers so that he can see the glistening pink wetness. "Come on, Graham, screw me… fuck me now with your big prick.

He climbs eagerly over me and rams his cock into my cunt. I wail out about how good it feels. I fake it. I make him think I am cuming and cuming. Actually it feels good enough, but not nearly as much as I make out. I buck hard against him. I want him to think I am having the best fuck ever. "Oh, fuck me, Graham… fuck me… oh I'm cuming again…"

He is about to burst inside me when I push him back. "Stop… just a minute. I want a sip of my drink." I get up and walk over to the coffee table to get it, squirming my buttocks sensuously up and down. I come back to where he is and sit cross-legged on the carpet in front of him. I laugh. "What's happening… you're getting all soft again. Here, get up on your knees. We'll fix that."

He kneels and I take his prick in my hand, then dip the head of it into my martini. I raise the glass to get as much of his cock into it as I can. His prick looks pale in the martini. It stiffens almost immediately. "I thought you'd like that," I say. "… nice and cool. I'll bet you've never had your cock in a martini before." I draw the glass away. "Now I'll lick you dry, all right?" I tongue his prick for a moment, then stand up. "Let's fuck again… come on, over here…"

I lead him across the room to the big velvet covered poker table in the corner. I climb up on the table, stand on it and snap on the green-shaded overhead light. I kneel in front of his face. "Stick your tongue in me… eat me," I say.

He presses his mouth to my cunt. As soon as I feel his tongue, I back away. I swing my body around and kneel with my buttocks toward him. I lean forward on the table, making a pillow for my head with my hands. I spread my thighs so that he can see the lips, of my cunt. I wave my ass at him. "Come on up here, Graham, so you can fuck me. Hurry. I need to be screwed."

But I don't have to coax him. He is already getting up onto the table. His prick feels like a hot shaft of steel going in. He pumps in and out. I hear myself moaning. I am not faking it now. Graham's cock fits me good and tight. My cunt clings to it. I reach back and play with his balls. I milk his scrotum with my thumb and fingers. I detest him, but I am enjoying it now. He says something about how good it feels. I respond to the increasing pace of his thrusts. "Every marriage should have at least one good fuck before it ends, don't you think?" I say. I drive my pussy back against him. I feel our juices dribbling down my legs. My nipples burn as they press into the smooth velvet of the card table. The table rocks. I feel as if we are hanging on the edge of a precipice. I have no feeling but the feeling of cock inside me. Warm cream suddenly gushes into me. I cum too. I enjoy the feeling of the spurting scum. It doesn't last long. We both sink down onto the table. Graham moves off me. We flip over onto our backs. I stretch out my body on the velvet. I feel like having another drink…

I am still high from the martinis when we go to bed and I think that maybe in the morning I will want Graham to fuck me again. But when we wake I just want to get the money we've agreed on and leave.

We go to the bank to get the money. Graham tries to talk me down on the amount, but I end up with the $4,000.00. I fold the check carefully and tuck it in my purse. He takes me back to the house to get my suitcases. He stands by the window watching while I gather up a few bracelets and necklaces. I know what he has in mind even before he domes over and puts his arm around my waist. I pull away from him. "Graham… really, haven't you had enough? Are you trying to set a record or something?"

He keeps at it, tries to get me down on the bed, tries to persuade me to stay on for a few days. But I rebuff all of his advances and say that I have no intention now of doing anything except leaving as soon as I can.

He gives it up apparently, sits in the chair next to the window, stares out. "I'll tell you what, Carrie," he says finally, "… give me one more good ride before you go and I'll add another five hundred dollars to the four thousand."

I glance up at him with mock surprise. "Graham, it sounds as if you're trying to make a whore out of

me. That's really not very nice, considering that technically at least I'm still your wife."

He ignores what I say. "I don't mean just an ordinary piece," he says. "I mean something wild… way out… like last night."