Dick Ballz - One-On-One

"Suck it, baby!" he ordered. "Suck it good!"

Midge had completely forgotten about Robert now. All she cared about was seeing that Dick got what he wanted. Never had she been so satisfied before… and now, she wanted to have his cock in her mouth, swallowing him, filling her belly with his cum.

Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected contact. Chills rippled along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She brought her mouth all the way down and enclosed the whole of the sensitive head in a moist, warm pressure.

Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, wrapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.

Dick lifted his head from the bed and looked down at Midge's bobbing head. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her ovalled lips increased the sensations a thousand times. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part she had not yet taken between her soft, moistened lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down.

He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He raised his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below.

The sight of her labors made it all the more exciting for him.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he watched her face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing even further between her lips.

Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting cock.

Dick groaned above her flailing head and rammed deep into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band.

His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her mouth.

Midge groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jerking instrument, swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, and his groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort. It continued for almost an eternity and she thought it would never end until finally the hands clamped at the sides of her face fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped.

She had sucked him dry.

And as his now limp cock slipped obscenely from her mouth, reality began to slowly creep back into Midge's mind. She realized for the first time that she had completely given herself to this man just as he had wanted her to and gotten lost in it again.

But why wasn't Robert home, she thought. Something had gone wrong with her plan. She got up from bed and wrapped the dropped peignoir around her shoulders and started out of the room.

"Going somewhere?" Dick asked.

"I… I want to check…" she started to answer.

"If you're worried about your husband, don't be. He won't be home for some time now. I made sure of that."

"I don't understand," Midge said. "What do you mean?"

"Well, when you invited me here this morning, I made sure we wouldn't be interrupted."

"How did you make sure?" Midge insisted, tired of beating around the bush.

"Simple. Since you were kind enough to invite me over here for a good fucking session, I had my wife invite Robert over to our house. So you see, everyone's having a good evening!"

Midge was silent for a brief second and then the room was filled with the sound of her laughter.

"Oh, this is too much!" she shrieked, doubling over with laughter. "Too much!"

And Dick, mistaking her laughter for happiness, got off the bed and walked over to where she stood, and parting the sheer material of her gown, thrust several fingers up between her still moistened thighs.

"Come on, baby…" he whispered seductively. "We're just getting started."

How many times and how many ways he fucked her that night Midge couldn't later remember, but what the hell, she had asked for it. She had really asked for it!

Midge turned off the water in the shower and pulled on the white terrycloth robe that hung on the wall next to the stall shower. And grabbing a towel to wrap around her wet hair, picked up the ringing telephone.

"Hello, " she said, holding the telephone receiver between her shoulder and chin, wrapping the towel turban-style around her hair.

"Listen, Midge," Robert's voice came back at her. "Don't bother about dinner tonight. We're going out. Lay out my dinner jacket and wear something sharp. I'll be home at seven. Be ready, okay?"

Midge felt a wave of happiness come over her that had been missing for some time.

"Of course, Bob," she answered. "I'll be ready when you get home. But where are we going… and what's the occasion?" she asked, not really caring, just pleased that she and Robert would go out together again.

"The occasion is my probably landing the biggest account of my career.

We're having dinner with Dick Kelly and his wife," the information landed on her disappointed ears.

"Oh, Robert," she lied to him. "I don't know if I can. I don't feel very well and…"

"Listen, I don't know what's wrong with you," he interrupted her. "But you're going tonight whether you like it or not. I'm not letting you louse up my chances for this promotion. Now you be ready at seven!" and he hung up.

Midge put the receiver back on the phone and walked into the bedroom.

Oh God, she thought. She wasn't going to be able to go through with it.

The thought of having to face Dick Kelly and his wife again after all they had put her through made her tremble. She was sure Robert would be able to sense something was wrong and that the evening would be a disaster, but when Robert came home at seven, she was ready to go.

As they rode along in the car, neither of them said a word to each other. Midge looked for some sign that Robert might know what she had been doing with Dick Kelly, his client, and that she knew about him and Connie, but there was nothing there to indicate such knowledge. But still, she was worried. She was sure the evening could lead to no good.

After Robert had called her that morning, she had hoped there would be other couples at the dinner, perhaps Deedie and Ron, but when she asked Robert before they left the house together, he told her that it would just be the four of them. And those were the last words either of them had exchanged so far.

Midge tried to think of something else, but her mind kept coming back to the same thing. She pulled a compact out of her purse and examined herself in the tiny mirror. The low cut gown she had put on revealed a great deal of her well-formed cleavage. She had originally had on a much less revealing dress, but Robert said it made her look matronly and had her change to the yellow silk she was now wearing. She wished there was something, some way she could cover herself up, knowing that Dick was sure to make some sort of comment about her neckline, but Robert had even refused to let her bring her knitted shawl with her.