Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

"Oh, Phil!" Mavis demurred. And she was troubled again by the possibility of identifying the robber who had fucked her. What if he did turn out to be one of their close acquaintances-and Phil were involved? Yet, maybe he wasn't a party to the crime. She just couldn't visualize her husband standing by and letting some guy screw her during the robbery when it wasn't necessary. However, it occurred to her, he could have been part of the gang and had remained outside the store.

Oh, Christ! She didn't know whom to suspect! "Phil, you don't really think our friends could be involved, do you?"

"If I were investigating this thing-which I'm not-I would look at it as an inside job," Phil said, "and that includes Willie."

"Not Willie, honey," Mavis protested. "You didn't see the way that guy slugged him."

"Maybe you're right about Willie," Phil shrugged as Henry and Miriam rejoined them. "There's one way we-you-can start eliminating possibilities."

And this meaning was obvious-seduce the suspects!

After Phil had distributed fresh drinks, Mavis frowned at him. "Okay!

But no one is going to watch!"

Phil only answered with a grin, nodding as Mavis shifted position casually on the sofa and let her skirt brush high up on her thighs. Her sex scenery wasn't missed by Hank's eyes and Mavis thought she detected a telltale swelling as he steamed up slightly.

It would be no trouble to seduce Hank-but she was damned if she were going to let Miriam and Phil watch her examine Hank's dong for a wart, then flop onto her back and let him fuck her!

Well, get Miriam out of here! Mavis fretted mentally. If I'm going to lay Hank, I want both of you out of here! Hank's eyes were drawn to her parted knees, trying to stare up her skirt to her panty-clad pussy. And Mavis felt his gaze was almost a physical touch on her bare skin and she was beginning to get a little hot. She leaned toward her husband and said softly, a little bitchily, "It's been a long time since I've seen yours-maybe you've developed a wart in that time."

"Bullshit!" Phil snapped and Mavis watched him shuffle on the sofa, noticeably uncomfortable and perhaps a little guilty.

"We're about out of booze," Phil said offhandedly. "I think I better take a trip to the liquor store. Who wants to go along? Hank? Miriam?

Just to make sure I can find my way back."

"Let me go, Phil," Miriam said quickly. "I want to get some things at the supermarket and the pharmacy next door."

Mavis turned her head to hide a scowl. You slut! You want to get in my husband's pants again!

"Okay, let's go," Phil said amiably, clearly pleased that Miriam was going with him. And Mavis pouted, And yon want another crack at her cookie jar!

In seconds, Mavis was left alone with Hank whose eyes were becoming glazed with passion as he continued trying to penetrate her panties with his eyes to explored her freshly shaved crotch. She spread her legs a little wider, giving him a totally unobstructed view of the silk-covered joy place. "You old dog," she said lightly, "you want to bury your bone in it, don't you?"

She winked at him as he gulped his drink. You bastard, stare! I know you didn't see it that night, it was too dark in the kitchen. All you got was a lustful feel and you shoved it to me from behind and unloaded your fizz. Well, I'll get a good look at it today!

Mavis didn't have to force a dazzling smile of invitation. She was beginning to appreciate Hank's lecherous stare up her dress. She squirmed slightly and her dress was rolled up in her lap and her long, tapering legs were in full view. Hank feasted his eyes on the inner softness of her creamy thighs and the rich curve of her pussy.

"I don't expect them back for a while," Mavis murmured. "Wanta finish what you started the other night?"

"What?" Hank muttered, a little dumbly, his mouth working as if he were already gobbling her pussy. Mavis made the muscles slither in her thighs and Hank's eyes bulged.

"You didn't give me a complete fucking," she smiled, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off. She arched her back, lifting her braencased titties high. "Like?" she teased as she removed the bra and moved her body from side to side, causing her ripe boobies to jounce before Hank's feverish gaze. "You just had your own jollies" she pouted, "a girl likes to be fucked with a good prick until she has her fun, too. And you have such a magnificent cock, Hank," she added, praising and flattering him, but meaning it, too.

His big meat was wonderful; it had filled her cunny to the brim. And she was getting more anxious to crack his big nuts and have his thick cream whipped in her churning box.

And it was obvious, from the husky bulge in Hank's trousers that he was well-armed, even though he had left his police revolver at home, that he was getting huge, and had a high-caliber gun barrel. Just the banana for her hot split!

Mavis' vagina was crawling with the sensation of an active sponge, twitching in its eagerness to soak up Hank's ready phallus. She stood and leaned forward slightly, tempting Hank with her full titties, tips swollen and hard. She hoisted her skirt from the back, not letting him see her, and grasped the waistband of her panties. She worked them off over her rump and down her long legs. She let them skid to the floor and kicked them off, giving Hank only a flirty glimpse above her knees.

She was all but ready, yet Hank was still fully clothed. Get naked, she was tempted to shout at him. Let me examine that big thing of pours, then let's fuck!

"Is this a one-sided exhibition?" Mavis challenged, turning her back to Hank and shaking out of her skirt. She stood motionless for nearly a minute, letting him ogle her naked back and full buttocks. She worked the muscles, pinching the half moons of her ass firmly against the long, curving crease.

She didn't want him from the rear this time; she wanted him between her spraddled thighs with her feet kicking high in the air so she could gobble all of his massive cock in her cunt mouth.

Mavis was aware of a warm stickiness between her legs as she crawled onto the sofa and lay down, careful to draw up her right leg to shield her shaved pussy from Hank's lustful eyes. Jeez! How they burned with passion, the heat in them a match for the fire raging deep in her womb.

"Get your clothes off, Hank!" She had almost forgotten, in her rising frenzy to be serviced and sated by his long stud-tool, that she was only doing this in order to try to trap the robber who had plugged her twat while she was helpless. God! She wanted cock in her snatch! She needed a vigorous sex-romp with male meat pounding long and smooth into her vag! Well, it wouldn't take much time to inspect Hank's hot, hard shaft for a wart then they would fuck!

"Hurry!" she panted, wiggling her fingers in his direction. She couldn't keep her fanny from lurching in coital grinds on the sofa. It kept bouncing erratically as erotic flames leaped and seared her viscous swat. Her flanks heaved and her loins ached and her vagina clutched hungrily for a meal of fat cock. She smiled encouragingly as he stood and began undressing. In seconds, after she checked his tusk she would have him inside her pumping the prick to her, relieving the sensual tensions. God! She needed a cum!

"Hurry, fuck-partner," she begged, "I want that huge prick in me! I want it fucked in deep!"

Mavis didn't have to look down at herself to know that the puffy pussy lips were gaping in a slight smile and her vulva was like a greedy mouth waiting to devour Hank's cock-sirloin. And-there it was!-he had plenty of it. Long! Thick! Hard as an oak branch! A wonderful fucktool!

She watched Hank approach, stiff-legged, his big bone wobbling from side to side as he walked. Then she reached with a trembling hand to tease his big nuts with the tips of her fingers. Tenderly, she seized his shaft near the hair-matted base and bent it toward her. She was tempted to suck him off, it looked so delicious! She slid the thick, tight skin back. She had milked down a lot of cocks and she knew she could make him cum by jacking him off-with only a few strokes. God!