Sam Davis - Hung up on incest

Joanne thought of Frank's big cock, as the very base of Roger's was already surrounded by her lips. She was able to touch the large, knotted balls. Her fingers started to stroke them as she sucked hungrily on the cock.

"Keep it up, Baby!" he moaned, his voice so tense that it was quite obvious that in moments his cock would feed her throat with hot, thick jizz.

Joanne squeezed his balls, then suddenly let her head thrash back and forth between his hairy thighs so the hard shaft moved in and out of her mouth.

When the man tensed, Joanne shoved forward to gulp and suck all of his swelling meat, which grew larger, then started to jerk in quick little spasms as cum flooded out along the shaft and then spurted against the back of her throat.

Joanne gulped, swallowing the jizz with voluptuous pleasure.

Then she drew back as the last of his cum fell from the wet crown. She licked the remainder, her tongue moving quickly against the hole.

Finally she let the softening prick out of her mouth, then stood, cupping its end with one hand.

"Not here. Over at the john!" Roger grunted.

They moved across the room, his cock in her hand.

The small, private bathroom attached to Roger's office had been used in this manner several times in the past. In fact, they'd fucked in it.

The moment the bathroom was open, Joanne released his cock, placing her hand under the end so that the man could relieve his bladder.

For some moments neither spoke, but just waited. His cock moved a little, then the first drops of piss started to dribble out of his limp prick.

"Honey, oh, honey!" he groaned, squeezing Joanne's tit, almost hurting it as his cock fountained with the liquid, splattering on her palm, dripping through parted fingers, dropping into the toilet. "Honey, this is pissing great!"

His other hand slipped between Joanne's thighs, then up against her pussy. He put his fingers into the moist hole there, rubbing the clit as the final river of piss flooded her open palm.

Finished, Roger withdrew from her pussy and started closing his pants. "One of these days, honey, you gotta let me really piss in you!"

Joanne inwardly shuddered at the idea, but said, "We'll see. Maybe… for a small favor?"

Roger Compton almost jerked around to face her, eyes hard. "A favor? What?"

"Well, you've been considering several men for the manager's position and I can't think of a better one than Frank Peterson and…"

Roger Compton angrily shook his head. "Joanne, not interested!"

"Why?"

Roger's harsh voice was startling and for a moment fear traveled down Joanne's spine.

"Any man who gets a promotion in this firm will do it on his own merit! I don't know what your relationship with him is right now, but I'm aware you were pretty close some years back!" The man's voice was cold as steel. "He'll have to stand on his own… and if I get the impression he's been trying to get you to put in a good word…"

Joanne shrugged, laughing. "Are you kidding?" She started washing her hands, finding it hard to keep from shaking.

"I like a man with guts! Not one that hides behind a woman's skirt!" he announced, starting into the office. "When you make up the reports, make certain they are limited to work records, facts not colored by any personal convictions!"

"Don't worry, Roger, you know me better than that!" Joanne lied.

"Of course, enough to realize a man could con you with his cock!" Crude laughter mocked Joanne.

She felt slightly sick, but realized Roger Compton was right.

It was a little after seven when Joanne reached borne. She was already beginning to feel the desire to have a man – especially Frank with his big meat – to fuck her over and over.

Even though she didn't want to appear so aggressive, she found herself dialing his apartment number. After the, tenth ring, Joanne hung up and considered dressing in something real slinky and going out to pick up some man. It was probably better that way.

With a sense of bitterness, Joanne tried to convince herself that she was having the best possible life for a nympho.

Then she went into the bedroom to undress and shower before getting ready for an evening of prowling.

When Connie came into the bedroom to wake Bill, he was conscious of footsteps and then fingers playing lightly over his thighs.

Immediately he sat up, staring at Connie's naked form.

"Come here, babe!" he suggested, "If you want something…"

Even though she stroked his cock, Connie said, "No! You better keep it ready for good-fucking time later. The others are about to arrive."

The woman stepped away from the bed before Bill could make a grab at her. His hand brushed her round, molded ass, barely touching it. "You're a sexy bitch!" he cried, bugged by the implication he might not be man enough to fuck cunt all night. "Any way you call it," she laughed.

Bill leaped from the bed and caught Connie by the shoulder, jerking her around. He crushed her warm body against his. The soft, lush, voluptuous bisexual sent tingling sensations through his groin. He knew he could fuck her silly.

"Bill!" she cried, reaching down to feel his balls. Her fingers slowly lifted them, caressing the swollen cock.

"What do you expect, barging in on a guy like this?"

Bill's lips covered the woman's shoulder, and he nipped at the white flesh.

"Give a girl a break!" Connie said, half-heartedly attempting to break away.

"Are you kidding?"

Bill's lips ran along her throat, up across a smooth cheek, then covered her full, moist mouth.

Her tongue met his, eagerly, as she lightly gripped his erected prick. She lowered its point in order to slip it between warm thighs. Supple flesh squeezed around his shaft, moving sensually back and forth until he was pulled on the tongue pressed into his mouth.

Connie's full, soft tits pressed against Bill's chest. Suddenly he wanted to suck tittie.

Withdrawing his tongue from Connie's mouth, he said, "On the bed!"

"You won't have enough for tonight," Connie panted, moving eagerly toward the bed.

"Fuck tonight. Right now I have a hard and something has to be done about it!"

Giggling, Connie slipped onto the bed and grabbed his prick, cupping the balls.

"Wanna frenching?" she asked.

His cock twitched in anticipation. He stood before her, and that was invitation enough.

Connie's lips parted, then her delicate tongue touched the tip of his cock, flicking all over it.

"You can do better!" he teased, running his fingers through her hair.

It wasn't necessary to urge Connie's head forward. It moved automatically so that the head of Bill's cock was inserted into her mouth. Soft, moist lips encased him, gently sucking.

Impulse changed Bill's mind. Yanking Connie's head away, almost brutally, he shoved her back on the bed.

"On your stomach!" he ordered.

His tight hand was urging her to roll over, but she immediately complied, and once her ass rose, Bill gripped it with his hands, lifting. Her ass-cheeks surged toward his extended cock, and with one skillful move, he thrust into her hot pussy which folded anxiously about his hard prick.

"Crap, that feels good!" Connie moaned.

Like a savage beast, Bill started ramming himself in and out of her cunt, not caring if she experienced any pleasure. He needed to fuck pussy; to spill his cum and withdraw.

Connie's ass trembled with every impact. Her cunt was as buttery as any he'd ever felt, clutching in such a manner that it became obvious that Connie wanted it fast and hard, too.

Her gasps accented every penetration. As he bulged bigger in that compressed, wet hold, Connie sucked in a deep anguished gasp, slamming her ass back to get all of his cock inside her grasping pussy.

At that point, Bill let it rip through his prick, filling Connie's pussy with spurting jizz.