"Just relax and I'll thrust it up there," he panted as he pushed forward.
The slippery penis with the French tickler tip flipped between her ass cheeks. When it came to her tight anal ring, it stopped.
"Bombs away," Henry exclaimed as he stabbed forward in a savage jab.
The French tickler and the cock head rammed up her rectum.
"Stop it," she moaned in pain, "stop it, you bastard. You're hurting me."
She hated it. But he was determined he was going to get his kicks this way.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, "Fuck. Now you're doing it. That's it. Fuck it."
With rapid-fire cock stabs he rode up her.
"It feels fantastic," he told her. "It's a pity you can't enjoy it as much as I do."
She twisted her ass. She deliberately did everything she could think of so that he would get his cock off quickly. For the faster he got his gun off, the quicker her pain would end.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck baby. That's how you do it. Fuck it. Keep fucking."
With speedy cock stabs he continued.
"Beautiful," he told her, "that's how you do it. Keep fucking. Oh, baby, that's the way I want it. Fuck it."
Finally his cock did explode.
"Milk it," he insisted, "get all the juice out of my dick, sweetheart. That's the way you do it. Milk my cock."
She squeezed his penis tightly.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "that's it. Keep grabbing."
Her clutching ass muscles continued spilling sperm from his penis head. He was delighted. At last Henry pulled off.
"Oh, thank God that's over," she told him, "how much more can you think of?"
"Hey, baby," he told her, "I haven't eaten you yet. Now don't be in a rush. You know old Henry pays well. I'm sure Marilyn told you all about that. You girls are always interested in money."
"Yes," she said evenly, "I guess that is the truth."
"All right," he told her, "I want to put some strawberry jam in your pussy and lick it out. I hope you don't mind."
Henry kept the strawberry jam close by. "Now part your pussy lips," he smiled, "and I'll spoon feed you."
Uncapping the strawberry jam, he spoon fed her lipstick-trimmed pussy.
"It's amusing," he laughed as he looked at the lipstick on both sides of her slit, "to see that pink pussy flesh and the red strawberry jam."
"You have a perverted sense of humor," she told him flatly.
"I hope so," Henry laughed. "I would hate to be a normal fucker. They're so dull. I married a normal woman once and we had a miserable time."
"I'm sure she was glad to divorce you," she told him.
"Funny," Henry laughed. "I had to divorce her. You see, my women always adore me."
"I believe it," she said.
"You know," he complained, "It doesn't seem normal to me to be eating pussy without hair around your crotch. Would you mind if I put on a mustache. It would tickle your twat a little but it would seem more normal to have hair down there when I'm sucking pussy."
"Do anything you want to," she said. Henry didn't like her lack of enthusiasm and chided her.
"I don't like a dead ass to fuck," he told her. "You'd better appreciate me."
"All right, Casanova," she said acidly, "put on your fucking mustache and suck my strawberry pussy."
Henry put on his mustache. He tickled her vagina and it made her giggle.
"Now eat me," she told him, "eat me. I've got to get home and get dinner for my husband."
"If I left some strawberry jam in here," he laughed, "you wouldn't have to fix him anything."
"You don't know my husband," she laughed. Henry flipped his tongue all around her strawberry-lined pussy. She liked the way he alternated his tongue action. He would flutter his tongue and then lick seriously. All the while his hands gripped her ass cheeks and his mustache tickled her.
"Oh, eat me," she panted.
Melinda put fake enthusiasm into the act, hoping it would stir Henry on to completion.
"Eat my box," she begged him. "Go ahead. Eat me. That's what I want you to do. Eat my box."
Henry was only too happy to accommodate her. His tongue whipped savagely inside her. He nibbled her clit.
"Suck my pussy," she panted, "that's how you do it. Suck my pussy. Oh, sweetheart, suck it."
Once she finally did display the enthusiasm, Henry adjusted her legs so they were over his shoulders, for he liked to be embraced by the warmth of her thighs. The strawberry jam tasted good to him. But it tasted even better when she juiced when he bit her clit.
"Suck it," Melinda begged, "suck my pussy. Suck it, you pussy eater. Come on, you Casanova, suck my snatch."
He ate her box and gratefully pulled his mouth off her.
"You're a wonderful woman," he told her, "good to the last drop. You're gonna be well paid."
When Henry gave her a hundred and fifty dollars when it was all over, she marveled. Bitterly she regretted that she had told Marilyn she would give her all the money. After all, she had earned it. She reasoned that she would discuss it with Marilyn later.
"I don't know as I have your number," Henry said, thumbing through his little black book.
"You can reach me through Marilyn any time," she told him. "My husband wouldn't appreciate your calling."
"He isn't very broad minded," Henry complained. "He should be happy to have his wife bring home a little money."
"My husband likes to put a padlock on my pussy," she explained. "He figures it belongs to him. So you will just, have to reach me roundabout."
She dressed. When the action was completely over and she had the money fucked in her purse and she was driving down the freeway, she thought about what she had done. It wasn't so awful. She looked at the buildings. No doubt there were plenty of people who worked in those buildings, she thought, who were doing wild and weird things, too. Why should she feel so strange?
Returning to Marilyn's apartment she got a surprise. For when she rapped on the door there was no answer. She tried again. There was still no answer. She was about to leave when Marilyn poked her head out the door.
"What is it, honey?"
"I just wanted to give you the money from Henry," she told her.
"How nice," she said, putting her hand out to grab.
Just then a naked black man who was standing in the doorway looked out.
"Invite her in to the party, sweetheart," he said, slapping Marilyn on her behind.
"All right," she nodded. "Willard, this is Melinda."
"Pleased to meet you, Willard," she smiled as she stepped in the door.
Willard flipped his cock up for her to grip.
"Want to grab it and shake it?" he grinned.
Reaching out Melinda gripped his cock and shook it as if it were a hand.
"You're well hung, honey," she told him, "and how can I please you? I'm just learning the business. Marilyn's a professional and she's teaching me the tricks of the trade."
"Wow!" he told her. "What I would really love would be to have an ass suck when another girl is licking my dick or my balls. Would that interest you?"
"Very much, if there's something in it for me," she teased. "I can't do these acts for charity."
"All right I'll give you twenty more."
When he mentioned how much he would give her, it made Melinda bitter. For she realized what a unique and profitable customer Henry had been.
Vainly she regretted that she had handed over all of the money. However, twenty was better than nothing.
"Certainly," she smiled, "but I ought to get to lick your dick so I can suck your sperm for that. Ass sucking should be more money as it isn't so rewarding."
"Maybe the two of you would like to suck on my cock?" he suggested.
"It's better the other way," Marilyn insisted. "You can lick his asshole, honey, and I'll suck his dick. We'll have a good time. Let's get back to bed. You know you interrupted us. Willard had his gun almost there."