With arms encircling her, keeping her against his hot excited body, he kept sucking on her tits, stuffing as much of her flesh into his mouth, as much as he could possibly get inside. Reaching lower, he edged down to her belly, touching the elastic waistband of her panties.
Then, he simply tugged them down over her wide ample bottom and as they fell to the floor his cock jerked violently. Bret could feel the crisp hairs of the woman's pussy frictioning against his pecker and he cupped his hands around her buttocks, squeezing and toying with the cheeks of her ass, pleased that she was now clinging to him, sucking on his neck.
"You feel so nice and hard, baby," she whispered, thrusting a hand down between the two of them to grab hold of his cock. Bret edged back and Norma Jean gripped it all the more firmly, almost as if she was afraid he was going to leave her standing there alone in the middle of the dingy little room.
But that was the last thing from his mind.
He just pushed her down to the floor, took hold of her head and rammed her mouth against his dick. At first, Norma Jean was unwilling, playing at hard to get, she kept her lips glued together and Bret rubbed her face against his crotch and pecker, savoring the warmth of her skin.
"Suck on it, you fucking cunt!" he yelled at her. "That's what I'm paying you for. Suck on it until I tell you when to stop. And do a fucking good job, too."
He pulled her stiff black hair until she screamed out and finally opened her mouth. Then, Bret plunged his dong right inside, thrusting forward and letting the waitress blow him as he ground his hips in and out, back and forth, stuffing more and more of his rigid burning cock between her lips.
He held onto her shoulders and jerked forward and back, groaning softly and loving the way Norma Jean used her tongue to curl hotly around his cock-shaft, licking every square inch of his overheated meat. Her mouth made loud slurping sounds and the heat built up in his groin until he began to shake, unable to control his insatiable desires.
"Play with my nuts," he told her.
Norma Jean reached up, cupping Bret's balls and jiggling them in the palm of her hand. They felt heavy and pendulous, bloated as if with come and as he rocked on the balls of his feet, he knew that everything was to work out perfectly, exactly as he planned, exactly as he desired.
He was aware of every sight and smell, of the musky pungent odor her body gave off, of the way her tits moved and her ass quivered as she kept mouth-fucking him, sucking him off with an expertise that told Bret that Norma Jean was quite accustomed to servicing men.
"Having fun?" he asked, getting more and more worked up. "It's nice and fat, just the way you like it. And I'm gonna wait until it gets so fucking hard that when I ram it in between your legs you'll think that I'm putting a pipe up your pussy."
He began to laugh, humping into her mouth as her warm moist lips encircled his meat. Her tongue flew up and down, covering his prick, caressing and lapping his virile pole of flesh until Bret felt his climax readying itself. He pulled away quickly, abruptly, and threw her back down on the floor.
Norma Jean looked up at him with wide-open eyes. She tried to catch her breath as she saw the man bending down with catlike grace, felt him ripping off her panties and crouching between her legs. Her mouth opened wide as she looked up at him and she knew instinctively as most women do, that he was going to give her one helluva good fuck.
As for Bret, he stared at the woman's tight little pussy, all covered with crisp black hair. Spreading apart the tightly clenched outer flaps of cunt-flesh, he marveled at the slippery red walls that were the inside of her cunt. Norma Jean's clitoris was nicely developed, he decided to himself, bigger than his wife's as it jutted forward out of the folds and creases of her vulva.
She arched her hips forward and he decided that time was running short. Her hole opened even wider as he heard her say, "Shove it in, lover. Don't wait. I'm so fucking hot for your meat."
Listening to her panting loudly, Bret wasn't sure if she was putting him on or not, anxious to have him fuck her and thus get it over with as soon as possible. So he made up his mind to control himself, to hold back until she really couldn't stand the suspense.
"We're not finished yet," he told her, bending down in front of the woman's widely parted legs. He thrust out his tongue, lowered his head and smashing his mouth against her hot crimson snatch, began to eat her out.
Norma Jean moaned all the louder, pushing upwards as Bret slurped his way across her box. It was hot and sweaty and he licked and sponged her pussy, paying particular attention to the stiff button-like knob of her clit.
For when he chewed on it, Norma Jean seemed to go insane. She lunged forward, trying to touch him. But Bret held himself back, hoping to entice her even more, to make this bitch beg for his cock as she had never begged for anything in all of her life.
He kept eating her out, faster and faster as he rummaged around her pussy until his lips were smeared with her oily discharge and Norma Jean's body was coated with a thick layer of sweat. Her skin shone brightly and the dark red inside of her cunt, seen surrounded by its thick curly patch of hair, made him go wild with sexual hunger and raw unparalleled lust.
He was pleased to see how aroused the waitress was getting. Looking up at her, he smiled as she flailed around. Then lifting one of her legs over his shoulder so that he could glance down and see what her asshole looked like, Bret dived into her warm gaping hole, slithering his tongue in and out with lightning-like speed.
But he still couldn't see her asshole. The crevice between the cheeks of her plump white ass looked dark and inviting, wonderfully exciting and he spread them apart quickly, marveling at the sight of her dark brown puckered hole. It was creased and folded with swirls and corrugated lines and he moved his middle finger down between her buttocks, fondling her hole, rubbing against the thick black hair which grew in abundance, lining her crevice.
Norma Jean remained silent. She was totally passive and Bret grew quickly put off, annoyed that she was saying nothing, not even groaning any longer. He suddenly jabbed his finger hard against her bottom-hole, trying to push it right into place and elicit a response, some kind of comment from the woman.
"That doesn't tickle!" she said sharply.
"But I like it," he said with defiance. "So tough shit, baby. I like to see you wince a little." He felt angry, but his hostility was coupled with incredible desire. A second thrust forward and his finger was deep inside her rectum, twirling around and scraping against the tight dry walls of her bottom.
Norma Jean began to moan then.
"Oh stop, stop it," she cried out.
But Bret just kept finger-fucking her ass, licking and sucking on the woman's pussy at the same time. She began to toss about and was soon writhing on the floor, her body convulsing. It was then that Bret was fully convinced that Norma Jean was truly excited and no longer faking it.
"Okay, now tell me exactly how badly you want to get plowed," he said to her, lifting his head and smiling at her, pleased to note the pained and almost frantic expression on her face.
"Yes, shit yes," she told him with a rising inflection. "I want you to do it, to stick it all the way in."
"Tell me more," he said sharply, pulling his finger roughly out of her ass, disgusted to see it coated with shit. Bret grabbed the waitress' panties up off the floor and wiped his finger clean, thrusting it down into her twat and pushing up against her clit until she began talking again.
"Do it! Fuck me. Put your cock right inside and fill me up. I want to feel you coming. I want to feel a load of hot cream spurting inside, your cock moving and filling me so completely that I won't be able to stop loving it!"