Janet Mccoy: Hot bed brides

Her soft young lips fluttered over his cock-head, just barely touching the sensitized flesh. Her mouth closed tight over his cock and slipped down and back up, over and over again. Until she could tell by the sound of his groans that he was not going to be able to hold out on her much longer.

She reached for his balls and stroked them while her mouth continued its devoted work. The added attention was all it took to force Tom that little extra way. Suddenly he was cuming. He was shooting his semen into Annie's waiting mouth. And she was swallowing it as happily as a lamb feeding on its mammy's teat.

"Uuuuuuhhh… Christ… I'm cumming! Swallow it, Annie! Swallow it all!" His hands gripped her thick curly hair. He watched with fascination as she swallowed all his heated load. When her mouth backed off his cock, it was clean and shining, and rapidly losing size.

Tom slumped down onto the pile of their clothes to catch his breath. He grinned at the smiling blonde who was watching him attentively. Savoring the signs of his pleasure. "It sure is good news, every time I see you, Annie. You're some woman."

That was what Annie liked to hear! She prided herself on being a woman of great natural talent. After all men were always telling her she was. Why shouldn't she believe them?

Dressed and ready to face the rest of the day, they parted at the closet door. Tom determined it would tie safer if they went upstairs singly. "See you, Annie." He kissed her swiftly and disappeared up the stairs.

Annie sat on the bottom step for a while and relived the excitement of the past half-hour. Part of the thrill of sex, for Annie, was reliving it later in her mind. Just the thought of the enjoyment she had known brought a new surge of moisture to her every-ready twat.

"Typical fuck-up. Now I have to go down to the airline office and straighten out these damn tickets. Come on, Mimi. May as well get it over with."

Mimi was lying on their hotel-room bed in her pink peignoir. It was almost five in the afternoon, but Mimi had not yet gotten around to getting dressed. She and Sam had been making love since the morning. They hadn't been seeing a lot of New York, but Mimi didn't mind. She felt sexy, and slinky as a cat. She stretched and yawned.

"I don't really feel like eet right now, Sam darleeng."

"But we're supposed to fly out to see Tate tomorrow, Mimi. We can't put it off until the last minute."

The French brunette could not understand how her husband could be so agitated after such a relaxing day. Sometimes Sam's capacity for worrying annoyed her, though she didn't let it show. Instead, she sought time alone to mellow out on her own. "Why don't you go without me, Sam? You know, you took a lot out of me, today. I don't theenk I could walk eef I had to."

She had struck just the right chord to balm Sam's ego. After a compliment like that, Sam could not stay angry. He had worn his poor little wife out! Of course he would go and do this nasty chore on his own. "See you later, Mimi honey. Don't you worry about a thing. Just relax and get your strength back."

He blew her a kiss from the door which Mimi returned languidly. As soon as he was gone, she called room service for a bottle of Calvados and an evening paper. She thought it might be fun to talk to that cute bellhop for a few minutes, now that she was free of Sam's watchful eye.

The man who appeared at the door was not the bellhop who had been serving them for the past couple of days. This one was taller and older and much more sure of himself. He was just as good-looking, and he looked Mimi straight in the eye. She was interested.

With her flawless French cool, she remained unruffled as he set the bottle and the paper on her bedside table and stared blatantly at the generous cleavage exposed by her carelessly closed peignoir. She stared just as blatantly at his crotch, then back up into his eyes.

"Anything else I can do for you, madam?" His tone said much more than his words.

Mimi wondered what such a sharp-looking guy was doing as a bellhop. He looked too old to be working his way through college. She wondered if there were other things that went on in a bellhop's job. For instance, he didn't seem the least bit surprised by her informal attire, or by her frank interested look. He acted like he had met the situation before.

The thought that she was not the first bold lady he had met on the job excited Mimi. She felt very wicked and very sexy. Sam's day-long labors over her hot cunt had her very relaxed, and very greedy. With Mimi, the more she got, the more she wanted. She hadn't intended to seduce the man who brought her liquor and the paper. But then, she hadn't put on something more modest either.

"Do you have time to try some of my Calvados? Do you know eet? Eet ees very good." She was delighted when he picked up the bottle and started to pout.

"I'm the best bellhop they've got here. Nobody gives me any trouble. I have all the time I need." He sat on the edge of the bed next to her and proposed a toast. "To the beautiful French lady in Room Three Fourteen."

Mimi blushed with pleasure and took a long draught of her drink. Her cunt was still wet under her dressing gown from her day's passion. The nearness of this handsome American stranger was making it wetter. "And to new acquaintances in new lands." She took another drink. He immediately refilled her glass. "You are very qeeck."

"That's how you get by where I grew up, lady. You're either 'queeck' or you're pushing up daisies."

"And where did you grow up?"

"Right here in good old New York. On the wrong side of the tracks, you might say."

She noticed the defensiveness with which he referred to his background. His stiff pride appealed to her. "What does that matter? Een America, every man can be president."

"I never did care much for fairytales."

She liked him. He was very well groomed, very handsome… but he had this all-male toughness that reminded her of men she had known in Marseilles. "My name ees Mimi. What ees yours?"

"Howard. I prefer Hawk."

She reached out and touched his arm. She had decided about him. "Well, Hawk… I like you. You are a very beautiful man."

Her soft words in her soft French accent were getting to him. "I like you too, Mimi. You're a very beautiful lady." He put down his glass and accepted the invitation of her open arms. His mouth bore down on hers. As soon as he sensed her eager response, his passion grew savage. He climbed on top of her, stretched full-length over her. His hand pushed open her peignoir and groped for her firm tits. He fondled them roughly until he felt the nipples sticking up like little daggers. Then he reached for her cunt.

It was sopping wet!

"Jee-zuz, Mimi… you sure are wet… you and your husband must have been busy before he left." He sank two fingers deep into her hot pussy and felt her cunt-muscles grip them fiercely. He started to fingerfuck her.

"Oooohhh… I like to make love…" she whispered into his ear. Her tongue followed his words, sending shivers of naked pleasure up and down his spine. Her language grew bolder. The sheer daring of what she was doing had Mimi feeling weak with passion. "Mmmm… I like my cunt to feel good. Where ees your cock? I want eet. I want to feel good."

Hawk was beginning to understand where the French got their reputation as lovers. If they were all like this black-haired beauty, the whole country must be doing it all the time. "I'd sure like to make your cunt feel good for you. It feels awful nice and hot in there!"

He leapt to his feet and quickly stripped off his neat black uniform. His cock sprang long and hard from his pants. He watched her eyes sparkle as she stared at it. "What do you think, Mimi? Do you think it'll do the job."