Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

He had sparked a fire in her and her vagina was seething like a boiling cauldron.

"Let's fuck on the floor," Mickey wheezed, undressing. "Lie down on the floor-let's screw there."

Obediently, Mavis glided to the floor, knowing that his eyes were on her bare rear end. She stretched out prone on her back, eyes halfclosed. "Do you want to fuck me topside or dog-fashion?" she asked, holding her legs tightly together against her pussy.

She wanted it!

"You can fuck me any way you want to," she whined softly. She felt she could hardly wait for Mickey to push her thighs apart and crawl on her.

She was aching-craving-for his meat spear deep in her snatch. "Give it to me," she whimpered. "Fuck me deep!"

She got a brief glimpse of his mammoth instrument as he parted her knees and settled between her thighs. Instantly, her legs fanned wide and her feet kicked high into the air. Mickey pushed her feet far back toward her head and she grabbed her toes. Her sex saddle was flattened out for his body, rich hairless pussy tilted upward to take his thick, hard meat.

"Plunge the prick to me!" Mavis begged, her body twisting with sexual gluttony, wanting him to hurry, poke his cock into her throbbing swat.

She quivered with anticipation as Mickey dipped the hot, fat glans into her passion-slicked furrow. She sighed with ecstasy as the smooth head slid over her swollen clit. "In me!" she pleaded. "Fuck it into me!"

Mavis wiggled her ass around, trying to get him to locate the blunt tip against her ravenous opening. "Aaaahhh, there!" she wailed softly as Mickey planted the head of his prick against the entry to her vagina.

"Oooooohhhh!" she sighed as he thrust forward, popping the thick head of his pecker inside her body.

"Fuck it in deep!" she pleaded, waggling her fanny up at him, attempting to lever her body to capture his sex plunger. "Leeeetttt's fuck," she wheedled.

"Yeeeeeaaaahhhhh, baby!" Mickey murmured and his cock began sliding slowly into her cunt, deeper and deeper, stretching her channel. "You got a hot pussy!"

Mavis knew she had all of his cock in her because she could feel the heavy weight of his balls against her flattened, upturned rump and his hairy groin was ground against her smooth, hairless pussy-pillow. "Let it soak in my cooze a minute; then fuck me!"

She loved the deep penetration, the way he kind of rotated his ass, grinding his groin against her, prying his massive prick around and around in her snatch as if he were trying to ream out her sex cove. She felt that the hot, juiced lips of her pussy were vulcanized around the base of his pulsating shaft that he was feeding into her in little short jabs.

"Oooooohhhh…God!" she gasped with erotic pleasure so intense she thought she was about to explode. "Come on, honey, fuck it to me! Give me all of your marvelous cock in big plunges! I need fuckin', lots of fuckin' with your wonderful prick. Shove the meat to my cunt, Mickeybaby!"

She held her breath as he slowly snaked his pecker out of her. "Here it comes, Mavis," Mickey grunted in her ear, a hand mauling one of her ripe, tender tits.

"Yes! Yes!" she moaned. "Ram the prick to me! Make my pussy smoke!"

Then he gave it to her, in a long steady stroke, penetrating her pussy to the full length of his sex bone. His big coconuts full of sex goodies plopped warmly against her gyrating bottom. Mavis loved his cock buried deep in her body; loved the warm musky odor of hard pecker blended with hot pussy.

"Fuck me fast," she begged, squirreling her ass around, making her twat gobble his thick cock-sausage. He backed his prick out of her cunt and slammed it deep. Mavis reeled into a delicious cum, loving the aroma, the faint, squish-squish of thick cock plowing into her seething sex well.

Her pussy was a boiling liquid fire as Mickey plundered her body, driving his wonderful tusk deep into her sensitive, ravenous orifice.

She knew he was about to cum; his plunges were faster and erratic. She could feel the pulsations in his shaft as her sphincter muscles seemed to twine around his massive meat. "Aaaaaaggggghhh!" he cried, slamming the prick to her and grinding his belly against hers. She was thrust into another violent orgasm as Mickey began jizzing the daylights out of her. "Ooooohhhhh, sooooo good!" she purred as he continued to flood her snatch with hit thick love honey. She loved the way he gave the farthest wall of her cunt little pokes with the squirting head of his prick.

Suddenly, as her intense, erotic pleasure began to subside, she felt something else. It was a tingly scratching sensation. Mavis sobered slightly-and she knew. She relaxed, let her heels rest on the small of his back. She worked a hand between their sweaty bodies so she could use it and her sphincters to milk all of his sex juice into her cunt.

She squeezed his cock at the hairy base. She wanted to feel it as he withdrew. She was certain, but she wanted to verify it with her fingers.

"That was a real good, hot fuck," Mavis kissed him on the parted lips, felt his tongue in her mouth, his panting breath of passion ebbing. "A really dandy fuck."

She would have liked for him to leave his cock buried in her cunt, it felt so good. But she wanted to have his big, slick meat in her hand.

She would suck it, if she had to. She held her breath as he eased his tusk out of her body.

Yes! YES! There it was!

She spread her legs wide as he crawled backward so that his face was between her thighs. She smiled smugly as she lay there, letting him tongue the cum out of her pussy. She had found the man.

Mickey Lewis had a wart on the side of his pecker…

After Mickey departed, pleased with his sexual conquest, Mavis prowled impatiently through the house. That smug, self-satisfied expression would be erased from his face in a hurry, she thought, after she told Phil that she had found the robber-rapist.

Finally, about dark, she settled down in the living room, sipping a tall scotch and water and watching television. She hadn't liked the brutal screwing he had given her during the robbery, but she acknowledged that when there was no one else around, there was no possible peril, Mickey Lewis could really fuck a girl and give her a whole bagful of jollies.

Well, Mickey had betrayed himself, having to have another piece of tail. The wart on his dingus had given him away. She had had her cock and cunny fun-and Mick was going to get what was coming to him. Mavis wished she could talk to Phil, but she didn't know how she could reach him. But, hadn't he said he would call? She frowned; he had said after he got squared away. When would that be? Tomorrow? She would just have to wait. Who, she mused, was involved in the robbery with Mickey? She just couldn't believe Hank or Willie-certainly not her husband, Philwere in cahoots with Mick.

She had a hunch that Terry could shed a lot of light on the crime that had Phil under such deep suspicion. She was almost tempted to call the little sexpot and have her come over, but she doubted that Mickey would allow it.

She would just have to wait.

Mavis was so anxious to have the whole affair settled, she felt that every nerve in her body was sparking. Intuitively, she sensed that when it was all over, she no longer would be a sex captive of hers and Phil's acquaintances. That would be a good feeling! Maybe she would confess to her husband that she had been a prostitute for a while; she didn't know how he would react, but if that terrible secret were wiped out from her mind, she would feel relief and a peaceful sensation of liberation. Somehow, she felt her husband would forgive her that sordid chapter in her life.

The telephone rang sharply and Mavis almost screamed. It took nearly a minute for her to compose herself and lift the receiver.