"May I?" Grace asked quietly.
"May you what?"
Her eyes looked down. "May I suck your cock?"
"Say please."
"Please may I suck your big cock?" she asked.
"Pull it out and show me if you're good enough," said Johnny.
Grace's fingers fumbled with the fly of his pants. She had hated the way he insisted she talk filthy at first. But after a while she began to find a certain thrill in it, a baseness, a crude kind of kick. Johnny's long cock slid into her fingers and she pulled it from his pants.
"I love your fuck stick," she said.
Johnny shuddered. She was the best and he knew it. A woman with real class, wealthy, cultured, who loved to say the bad words as much as he loved to hear them.
"Suck my fuck stick before I shove it into your juicy fuck hole," he said.
Grace opened her mouth and brought it over the flared head of Johnny's pecker. The glans slid on the top of her tongue as the cock worked deep inside. Then she clamped her lips tight and sucked hard on the stiffness and thickness and salty flavor.
"Mmm," she moaned.
"You like how my cock tastes?" Johnny asked.
Her head bobbed up and down as the tool became soaked with her saliva. "Mmmm. Mmmm."
"You like the way it fills your mouth up?"
"Mmmm."
"Then suck it off, baby. Suck it like it's an ice cream and you're a little girl."
Grace moved away from the cock and lashed out with her tongue across the slick head. She lapped a spiraling path from the tip down to the thick hair and back up. Then she dipped down to lick into the tenderness of his scrotum and suck at the two oval balls inside.
"You dig my nuts?"
"Mmmm."
"Suck my nuts into your mouth, Grace. Suck them inside and make them feel real good," Johnny said with a husky voice.
Johnny's testicles slowly filled the lips and cheeks of Grace's sucking mouth. The loose, hairy skin of his scrotum was drawn like elastic into her mouth. Then she released the balls and they rolled free. Drips of saliva drooled from the wet sack.
Johnny was waiting for this moment. He wanted Grace to pay for jilting him. "Okay, now eat my asshole, Grace. Put your sweet tongue inside my dirty asshole."
Grace grimaced. Playing a game with dirty words was all right, but it did have limits. Now he was getting vile, insulting. But she dug between the round cheeks of his ass anyway. Her tongue probed up until touching into the puckered ring of his waiting anus.
"That's the thing, baby."
She stabbed hard and fast. Her tongue jammed into the hole and struggled like a fighting fish until it opened up and she felt herself sliding inside. His colon squeezed tight as she shoved her tongue deep into the warm bung, smelled the musty, human odor, felt the abundant hairs of his ass tickle the sides of her face.
"Yeahhhh…" sighed Johnny.
He was standing with his legs wide apart as she knelt under him like a feeding calf. He loved to humiliate her, put her in her place. And he knew that's what she really loved too-why else would she waste her time fucking around with a bartender?
Grace's hand was vigorously stroking the length of his cock as she reamed in and out of his asshole. Johnny finally reached down and touched her shoulder. "Come on, baby, get up and on the couch so we can have some real fun," he mumbled.
Before moving away Grace slipped her wet tongue from the taut suction of Johnny's rectal cavity and licked down against his balls. She took one more long, sucking drag on the bag of nuts before letting them slowly ooze from her lips. Johnny was unable to move as the thrilling warmth of her mouth hugged his balls.
She went to the sofa and laid down but Johnny didn't follow. Instead he leaned against her desk with his arms folded and said, "Okay, Grace, jack off."
"What?" she asked.
"Jack off, masturbate, play with yourself!" he repeated.
"But Johnny, it's getting late, I have to go back to the party. My husband… "
"Put your finger in your cunt and fuck yourself so I can watch!" he ordered.
"Ohhh… " With a sigh of frustration Grace put her hand into the warmth of her moist crotch. She opened her legs wide and high until her feet rested on the sofa next to her rump. The red, glistening cunt was stretched into full, unhampered view as her middle finger slid into the slick lips.
"That's the girl. Finger-fuck yourself and tell me how it feels," Johnny slurred.
"This is getting ridiculous!" snapped Grace.
"You want me to lay off Teresa or not?"
Grace jammed her finger deep and stroked fast to show him he was in command. She rubbed hard against the tightness of her clitoris and felt the waves of electric excitement shudder throughout her body. It felt good to stimulate herself and look over at him with his hard, red erection and dirty, grinning face.
He's a strange one, she told herself. Strange, but I like him, he's exciting, unique. Her fingers were now soaked with juices flowing from her slit. She stroked faster, harder. Her eyes narrowed in on the tip of his splendid tool and she licked her tongue across her lips. It was feeling good, damned good and damned close.
"How's it feel?" he asked.
"Good, Johnny… very good."
"Who are you thinking of?"
"You Johnny, you. I'm thinking only about you and how good you feel," she answered in a breathless voice.
"Oh yeah? What feels good about me?" Johnny asked. His hand moved down to circle his cock and slowly work up and down as she answered.
"The way you do it… "
"Do it with what?" His voice was insistent.
"Your cock! Your big, beautiful dick!"
"Yeah?" He grinned. "And what about my cock do you like so much?"
"The way it feels inside me! The way it stretches my box so much!"
Grace's hand was whipping rapidly in and out as she brutally jammed into her clitoris. A grimace came over her face as she felt the first wonderful release coming from inside her hot cunt.
"How about the way it tastes? You like the way my cock tastes?"
"Yes! Yes!" Her hips started to helplessly grind against the hand as she moaned, "I love the taste of your big cock, your sweet cock!"
"Sweet huh? What do you like the best? Sucking it or fucking it?"
"Fucking it!" she cried as the wet fluids gushed like heavy cream from her boiling hole.
"You want me to fuck you now? Want me to jam my hot cock inside your pussy?"
"Yes! Please! Fuck me, Johnny… please fuck me!" she weakly cried as the orgasm sent her thighs into trembling spasms and her breath into meek gasps.
Johnny was stroking his cock fiercely as he walked to her writhing body and stopped. "Okay, Grace, I'll give you what you gave me. I'll show you how you fucked me in favor of that young kid, that lifeguard. Get on your stomach and take it like the bitch you are!"
Grace rolled onto the floor and came up on her hands and knees. She was getting mad. Johnny was overstepping his bounds by just too damned much. Games can be fun but it was evident he was serious. She jutted her soaked rump and cunt up in the air without speaking, though. Right now she wanted to satisfy him, just get him away from Teresa. She'd take care of his gutter-mouth later.
Johnny was enjoying himself fully. His meat had never felt so hard in all his life, hard and almost numb. He knew it was because of the great screwing with Teresa that afternoon; his cock had hardly recovered. Now he would be able to stick it to Grace like she had never had it before, really fuck her until she begged for mercy.
He dipped the head of his cock down between the up thrusting cheeks of her ass, then stopped. When she was on the couch the flowing wetness had streamed from her twat to run down her ass and soak her asshole. It sat there all greased up, vulnerable and unexpecting.