James Armstrong - Young mothers work harder

"I've never seen nicer legs than yours."

"Thanks, Tony," she said. "Does that mean I get the job?"

"You've got everything it takes… good looks, a good disposition. If you're nice to me, the job's yours."

"Does that mean what I think it means?" Tony nodded. His leering grin was gone. In its place was open admiration as he looked at her body.

"Tony, do I look like a whore?"

He pulled his eyes from her cunt and looked up at her face, startled. "No, Donna! Hell, no! You're a beautifully built girl! You're not a whore!"

"Then, Goddammit, stop treating me like one. I don't fuck for money. I won't fuck for a job either. If you want me to go to bed with you, all you have to do is ask."

He swallowed and said, "All right, Donna. I'm sorry. I'd really like to fuck you. Will you come to bed with me?"

She passed a hand lightly over the trace of beard stubble on his jaw and said, "Let's go upstairs."

When he released her hips, she bent and picked up her panties and then gathered up her dress and bra. As she walked naked before him, he followed her up the dark, creaking stairs.

In the tiny combination living room and bedroom, she tossed her clothes on the dresser, motioned toward the easy chair, and said, "I'll be right back. Just want to look in on Danny."

Standing by the crib in the little connecting room, she drew the blanket back and picked up the tiny sleeping figure. She held his face against her tit and he sucked the dry nipple in his sleep. His eyes never opened.

Donna sensed a presence behind her and turned. Tony was standing there, smiling.

"He's real cute," he said. "You think a lot of him, don't you?"

"I'd do anything for the little fella," she said, putting him back in the crib. She tucked the blanket around him and then followed Tony out, closing the door behind her.

She said, "Would you like me to take the rest of my clothes off?"

He squeezed her thigh just above the stocking and said, "I like you just the way you are."

"Then let me help you undress."

She unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his arms. While he unbuckled his belt, she unzipped his fly, then pulled his pants down and off his feet. While crouched, she untied his shoes and pulled them and his socks off.

He had peeled his T-shirt off. The bulge in his shorts was big. Kneeling, she pulled his shorts down, and he stepped out of them, stark naked.

His cock was stiff and big in front of her face, easily eight inches long, and bigger than any cock that had ever fucked her, bigger than any cock she had ever gone down on.

Still kneeling before him, she took the prick in her hand and put her lips to the cockhead. Her lips stretched into an oval. She sucked hard. Tony groaned and his hips quivered slightly.

She slipped her mouth off his cockhead and kissed the piss-slit.

"Let's use the bed," she said.

He got on the sagging bed and lay on his back. She straddled his shoulders with her knees and bent down toward his cock.

Donna couldn't take her eyes from his cock as her lips approached the prickhead. It was impossibly big, too thick to fit in her throat, too long to go down on fully.

She pushed her mouth down against the huge prickhead, making her lips stretch out. Then, as the head went into her mouth, her lips pushed out over it and slipped down tightly around the shaft.

Donna worked her lips down over Tony's cockshaft until the head filled her throat. When she swallowed, his prickhead worked a little farther back in her throat, but she couldn't breathe.

She ran her lips back up the shaft to the head and breathed through her nose, then went back down.

Her lips ran a little farther down his cockshaft this time before the head stopped in her throat. She swallowed and brought it farther back. She swallowed again and her nose touched his balls. Her lips were almost at the base of his cock when she had to slide her mouth back up to the cockhead and breathe.

Then, in one motion, she ran her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, until her chin pressed into his cockhair and her nose rubbed firmly against his balls. She pulled her mouth all the way back up the shaft, breathed then slipped her lips back down to his groin.

Tony was groaning and writhing under her treatment.

"Am I working fast on you?"

"A little," he said, breathing hard. "Get on your back and let me go to work on you."

Donna lay on her back while Tony got up on hands and knees. He put his mouth down to her pointed left tit and gently sucked the nipple. He cupped her right tit in his hand and pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently rotating the brown nipple-flesh back and forth.

He sucked harder and the tingling warmth surged through her tit as her nipple became erect. Then he moved his mouth to her right tit and started squeezing the left with his hand. The nice tingling warmth spread through her tits and she found herself groaning and writhing under his movements.

Suddenly he stopped sucking and said, "You've got the nicest tits."

"They're too little," she said. "I know a girl who has forties."

"Yeah, but I'll bet they sag way down. There's no sag at all to yours. They just stand up all by themselves."

He moved down beside her legs, sliding his hands down into the hollows of her waist, out over her hips, and down on her stockinged thighs.

His hands were firm on her legs as he grasped her, just above the knees, brought her thighs straight up, then spread them straight out to the side so they were down flat on the bed. Her cunt mound, with its covering of short blonde cunthair swelled high. She could barely see her pouting outer cuntlips.

He knelt between her legs and took her outer cuntlips each between thumb and forefinger and slowly rubbed up and down the length of the moist, warm flesh. Donna stretched her arms above her head and reined as she watched him manipulate her cunt, making slight tingling waves of warmth flow through her.

His fingers probed deeper, and the waves of warmth built as his fingers grasped her inner cuntlips, rubbing them as well. She tried to relax, but her hips rocked gently against the motion of his fingers as they slipped up and down for the length of her inner pussylips.

"Your cunt's so little. I hope I don't hurt it when we fuck," Tony said.

Donna's hips rocked higher and her breath came faster.

"Do anything you want to me," she said.

His fingers left her cunt, and he grasped a little of the short blonde hair on each side of her cunt and pulled the lips out. He got down and covered her cunt with his mouth. His trace of beard stubble burned against the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

Tony's tongue was hot as it thrust against her closed inner cuntlips, pushing steadily against the tender flesh. A stabbing pulse of heat shot through her cunt as her inner pussylips parted and the tip of his tongue pushed inside. With his tongue inside, he let go of her cunt-hair and brought his hand up and cupped her tits, pinching and rotating her nipples.

"Oh!" She sucked in her breath with a gasp. Her hips jerked up as his tongue touched the nub of her clit and rested against it.

Just as her ass settled back to the bed, Tony pressed his tongue a little harder against her clit and worked the tip around and around on the nub.

"Ooooh!" Donna shouted as she pressed her outward-splayed knees down on the bed and levered her ass up.

His tongue stayed on her clit, pressing harder and working around and around. The waves of tingling heat flowed through her cunt as she helplessly watched her hips rock with his tongue motions. Her ass stayed up off the bed.

Her breath came in short gasps as the waves of heat flowed together and built toward a peak.

His tongue didn't leave her clit as he pressed still harder and worked it around the nub faster.