"Chew on my cock," Shell said, kissing Rebecca's firm, tapered thigh. He inhaled deeply, catching the musky aroma of her cunt, then began eating her snatch again with renewed interest.
Rebecca cupped his balls in her hand and stroked on that part of the cock's shank that she couldn't stuff into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the drooling knob, urging it to become even harder and thicker.
"Come on, let's fuck!" Shell gasped, feeling his balls twitch. Between her stroking on his shaft, and sucking it, and squeezing his nuts, the excitement was enough to make any man come.
Rebecca spun around on the bed, rolling onto her back, and Shell immediately got between her legs. He guided his throbbing prick to her gaping swat, then plunged downward, impaling Rebecca to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his body, hooking her ankles together, and bit his shoulder. Shell, unaccustomed to being so mistreated while fucking, grabbed Rebecca by the neck and forced her head down.
"So, the bitch likes it a little kinky, eh?" he said, his eyes glowing with lust. "Well then, let's get kinky!" He hammered Rebecca's pussy with his prick, slamming it deep into her pussy, stretching her cunt wide with his massive girth. Rebecca bucked beneath him, clawing at his naked, muscular back while humping her hips up at him.
"Oh shit!" Rebecca choked, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. "Sweetie, I'm going to come! Oh, damn, I'm going to come!"
Shell was smiling almost cruelly as he worked his prick in and out of her snatch. If she wanted it kinky, he knew just what to do.
"Damnnnnnn!" Rebecca gasped, arching her back more, now just seconds from her climax. She released her hold on Shell and he pushed his upper body up, remaining in a push-up position while fucking her. "Faster! Fuck me faster!"
When Shell pulled his dick from Rebecca's cunt, her eyes jumped open, wide and fearful. It wasn't that she was scared he would hurt her, but scared that he would stop fucking her.
"You want it kinky?" Shell asking mockingly.
"Fuck meeeeee!" Rebecca begged, reaching between their bodies to grab his prick. "Please, I'm almost there!"
Shell caught her wrist before it reached his cock and pinned her hand down on the bed. A moment later he was sprawled out on top of her, mashing her tits flat while holding both her wrists. Rebecca was frantic.
"What are you doing? What's wrong with you? Fuck me, damn you!"
"You wanted it kinky! Yeah, that's what you wanted."
"No! I just want you to fuck me! I'm almost…" Rebecca's wind was forced out of her lungs as Shell suddenly, without any warning, rammed his cock so powerfully up her cunt that he slid her up on the bed. Immediately Rebecca's perspiring body was thrown into a jarring come. She twitched and writhed, gasped for air and clawed at Shell's ass, begging him to drive his cock deeper into her feverish cunt. Pussy juice gushed from her swat, trickling down the crack of her ass before being soaked up by the linen bed sheet.
Shell pulled his cock out from Rebecca's cunt again and rolled off her. He grabbed her by the neck and shoved her face down to his waist.
"Suck me off! Your cunt's not good enough for my come."
Rebecca didn't have to be told twice. In her exhausted state, having just poured out all her come, she was willing to take his jism anywhere she could – even in her mouth. She lowered her face, letting the cock knob slip gently between her lips. Her teeth grazed lightly along the edges of the head before being shielded by her lips. Shell felt his prick being warmed once again by her hot mouth and he settled back on the bed, content to enjoy the blowjob without having to do any work. Just lay there and watch the bitch chew on his cock.
"Do it right," Shell warned, locking his fingers together behind his head. "Not real hard. I don't want to come too quick."
"What ever you want, however you want it," Rebecca whispered, holding his cock in her hand with reverence. She whipped her tongue against the head, looking up at Shell with adoring eyes. As her lips sucked on the head, she ran her fingers over his knotted stomach, rippled with muscles. Up and down her head bobbed, taking more into her mouth than the mushroomed head. Rebecca felt the throbbing meat expand and contract between her lips. She sensed his growing impatience, felt somehow that Shell was getting angry for some absurd reason. And she was right.
Shell, never a particularly bright man, was capable of great violence for no justifiable reason. At that very moment he was contemplating grabbing Rebecca and throwing her out of the room bare-assed naked, just to watch her embarrassment.
Rebecca applied extra suction and worked on Shell's cock with all of her energy. A moment later she felt his body tighten, then jets of bubbling jism erupted from his apple-sized cockhead. Rebecca whipped her tongue over the head, slurping on the vast amount of creamy come that poured into her mouth. She drank it down, jerking on his prick while her lips tightly embraced his spitting cockhead. Shell arched his back, his face twisted in a lusty mask of pure erotic pleasure as his balls jerked and pumped cream.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Rebecca moaned, tasting the salty richness of Shell's jism. She pounded on the reddish, slick flesh, chewing on the knob while his nuts emptied.
As soon as Shell's explosion of come subsided, he no longer felt violent. In fact, he closed his eyes and thought about dropping off to sleep for a while, but Rebecca urged him back to reality. She needed to get back to her car and, angrily, he demanded that she suck him off one last time before he would take her.
Rebecca climbed into her clothes as quickly as possible. True, Shell had been a great lay, but now she sensed more strongly than ever how truly violent he could be. Before he could say more, she left the motel and caught a cab, hoping like hell she could get back to her car before Shell caught up with her.
Symphony was doing the inventory at the lumber yard. As she walked, every man followed her with their eyes, each fantasizing about fucking her pussy, or eating it, or having her suck their cocks until they shot out jism that never seemed to stop flowing. And Symphony knew that they were talking about her and she liked it. Cocks had always amazed her. They were a delight to touch and suck, and she liked the fact that her looks alone were enough to draw and hold a man's attention.
Curly looked at his watch and smiled. After having shot his come in Symphony's pussy, he had almost immediately become horny again with the thought of her sucking on his prick. When Jack walked by, Curly raced up to him, a very serious look on his face.
"Excuse me, Mr. Baker, but I'd like to talk to you about something."
Jack turned and faced Curly, scowling. "Yeah? What about?"
"Well, me and the other guys figure we could completely unload that new shipment tonight if you'd just give us an extra hour, or so. No overtime. It'll be straight pay. But this way we won't just get started on something tomorrow, then be finished."
Jack thought the idea over a second, then nodded his head. "Sounds like a good idea. Tell the men they've got a half hour. No, give them an hour. I want all the shit unloaded and stored when I get here tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir," Curly said. Jack walked away and Curly muttered under his breath. "Fuck you, asshole."
Curly was smiling as he walked up to Symphony. She looked at him, her brown eyes dazzling under sunglasses.
"Yes?" she said.
"Meet me at the same place we were at. I'll see you there right after work."
"Why, Curly! Whatever would you want me to do that for?" Symphony looked at Curly's muscular body and her cunt began to tingle. "Could it be that you'd like me to suck your cock?"