Joanne's breathing was coming in shallow gasps. She lowered her eyes to his crotch, then back up to his handsome face. "Do you have a nice cock?" she asked brazenly, attempting to shock him out of his smugness.
"I've never had any complaints. You got a nice pussy?" he asked, giving her a dose of her medicine.
"No complaints," she answered, liking him more because of his obvious confidence in his masculinity. "Although, I don't think I'm as experienced as you." She caught a glimpse of some movement outside the window and hoped it was the detective getting into position.
"You look like you'd be a fantastic fuck, Mrs. Benson," Earl said, his throat dry.
"I appreciate the vote of confidence, Earl," she answered, wanting to see and touch this handsome mechanic's prick. "Would you take your dick out and give me a look?"
Earl leaned back on the bed, willing to go as far as Joanne wanted, his passion for the woman increasing. With his eyes fixed on hers, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out into the open, holding the long enormous prick in his fist.
"Oaaah, Earl. It's a magnificent prick," she cooed, devouring his beautiful thick cock with her eyes. "Jesus Christ!"
"How about letting me see some of you?"
"What about the garage? Aren't you afraid of someone robbing you?" she teased. "What if someone wants gas?"
"Hell with him," he said, his cock throbbing in his grasp. "I'd rather be back here with you. Now, how about letting me see a little of your body?"
"Do you think you can handle it?" she purred.
"I can handle anything you can dish out."
"I'll bet you can." She licked her lips and with as much eroticism as possible, she lifted her top, revealing her large opulent tits. She flipped it off and laid it on the table. "Like them?"
His eyes scrutinized her, drinking in her lush milky white tits. "They're gorgeous!" His voice sounded rough, scratchy like sandpaper. "Fantastic tits."
"As nice or as big as your girl friend's?" she asked, hefting them in her sweaty hands.
"Yours are bigger and prettier."
She squeezed them in her hands, gloating over his towering cock as he held it. "You like sucking tits?" she moaned, her body in a hot turmoil.
He licked his lips. "Bring them over, Mrs. Benson."
Joanne stood up, modeling in her tight-fitting shorts and flashing her tits. She ran her hands up through her long red hair, her mouth open. "I like sucking cock, Earl."
He gulped, his mind swimming in lust for this fantastically sensual housewife who seemed to want nothing more than to be fucked. "You can suck me anytime."
She stood between his legs, pushing him down on the bed, fixing the positions so the detective could get some very hot and candid shots. She leaned over him, her huge globes of flesh hanging in his face. "Suck them, Earl. Suck out all the milk." She propped her arms out, balancing herself over Earl's ruggedly handsome face.
Earl stared up into her face, seeing the excitement dancing in her green eyes. He grabbed her tits, squeezing and massaging the warm pliant flesh. He pinched the nipples, his fingers digging into the softness, leaving the white flesh red from his rough work hands.
"Ohhhhh, Earl," she moaned, her pussy contracting on a wet empty canal. "Suck my titties. Suck them!"
Earl lifted his head, taking one of the delicious pink cherry nipples into her eager mouth. He sucked avidly. She moaned in return. His teeth chewed on the rubbery tips while he kneaded her jiggling tittie meat. He worked his mouth all over each tit, sucking, licking, and biting the hot little flesh she was offering him. He slobbered, then dropped his head back on the pillow.
"Christ, you taste good," he groaned.
"I'll bet you taste good too," she panted, standing up again, striking an erotic pose, her thoughts now on the detective who was probably peering in the window. "Take off your pants and I'll suck that hunk of cockmeat."
Earl needed no second invitation. He quickly pulled off his shorts and work pants. He rubbed his boner and ogled the delectable Mrs. Benson. "You are certainly a hot bitch."
"Yes," she purred. "Hot for cock." She leered down at his prick and dropped to the floor, gazing at his meaty dick as if it were a thing of worship. She placed both hands on it and felt the power flowing through his shaft. "I'll bet your girl friend loves your cock."
"She does," Earl said, her hands on his prick making his mind whirl. "She'd fight an army to get to my dick."
"I can see why." She climbed on the bed between his legs, rubbing her tits against the tip of his prick.
"Suck it!" he moaned, the spit on her tits getting his cock wet. "Suck it!" He squirmed, wanting it in her lush open mouth.
"I will," she said. She lowered her head and kissed the red tip. "Mmmmmmmm." She encircled the glistening head with her wet mouth and sucked, making Earl moan as he arched up, driving his prick into her beautiful face.
She slid her mouth off, glancing quickly at the window and seeing the detective pull back. She smiled impishly. Licking her lips, she ran her tongue along the length of Earl's cock until it was spit soaked. She lapped on his balls, her hands stroking and manipulating his prick shaft. She slapped his balls with her tongue, then nibbled on the sensitive meat of his thighs and crotch.
"Uhhhnnnn," her moaned, rocking his hips as Joanne made his hard body feel like putty and his prick like steel beneath her mouth. "Unnnn!" He grabbed her hair, trying to push her mouth onto his prick, needing a hole to bury his aching dick.
Joanne tossed her head back and laughed. "Don't be impatient, Earl." Her tits were heaving and her green eyes were glimmering. "Let me enjoy your cock for awhile."
"Whatever you want, baby," he groaned as her hand clamped tightly around it in a hot viselike grip. "Whatever you want!"
"I'm glad you see it my way," she moaned, lowering her head again to his wet veiny cock. She chewed with abandonment on the tender underside of his prick, making him twitch and jerk above her. Her tongue flashed like lightning all over every inch of his shaft until Earl was a mass of jangled nerves looking for a place to explode.
She came off his dick and stood up on wobbly legs. "Now we're going to fuck, Earl," she said, turning herself on as well. "Earl, honey, I'm going to ride you." She winked and pulled down her shorts, baring her pussy to his lustful stare. "Like?"
He nodded, watching her step out of her shorts, his eyes poring over her naked body. His prick felt as if it were going to burst and he rubbed it, taking away some of the passion/pain she brought to his cock with her blow job.
"Don't you touch it," Joanne pouted. "It's my job." She ran her fingers through her cunt, greasing them with the filmy cream oozing from her hole. "Aaaaaaaaah!" The action brought a hot sensuous moan from deep within her throat. She watched him as she sucked the juice off her fingers. "I taste as good as you do." Her eyes danced wickedly. "Maybe I ought to have you suck me first."
"Later," he groaned. "Later!"
She smiled, knowing the horny mechanic with the steel cock didn't intend to suck her. It didn't matter. She stored the thought in her mind for later, knowing she needed someone she could control like a puppet, a puppet whose strings she could pull at will and make them do her bidding.
"It's not important," she crooned, climbing back on the bed. "I'd rather fuck. My pussy is destroying me. If I don't get your cock soon, I'll die."
"Stop your God damn talking and fuck!" he snarled.
She straddled Earl's cock, placing her hot dripping snatch on him while greasing the shaft with her velvety pussy lips, his cock flat against his groin. "It looks as if I have a cock," she giggled hotly, seeing his prickhead poking out from between her legs.
Earl growled, grabbing her hips, trying to get his prick inside her pussy as he angled his hips. It was useless. She was using all of her strength to keep his prick pinned against his groin.