She knew this was wrong, hideously wrong. She loved Hal, wanted to be faithful to him. She despised Denton. Yet she lay there with her legs wide apart, letting Denton eat her pussy, loving it. It was so good, she couldn't bear to make him stop.
"Eat me," she whimpered, "eat meee…"
He did a good job of it, too, the bastard. Obviously he'd had plenty of practice. He lashed and licked her horny little bud into fat throbbing erection, while Brenda moaned and whined. Then he snaked his wet rough tongue lower between her legs, into the steamy pit of her cunt mouth.
"Yesss," she gasped, "oh, yes, put it up my cunt… Lick me there…"
She hated herself for that, but she couldn't control anything any more, not her movements or her cries or the heavy creaming of her aroused twat. She felt Denton thrusting his thick wet tongue up her nipping horny box, thrusting all the way to the root. The fat wriggling tongue filled her, probing deliciously.
"Oooooo," Brenda wailed, "yes, yes… Lick my cunt…"
He began to tongue-fuck her, working his thick wet tongue swiftly in and out of her scalding cream-drenched box. Brenda went wild. Her lush body shook with pleasure, and she moaned steadily, hoarsely. She forgot everything, even Hal, as she rode with the delicious sensation of having her cunt probed and licked.
Just as she was on the verge of cumming, Denton withdrew his tongue and sat up, grinning wickedly. He wiped her cream from his face and seized his erect drooling dick.
"Now we're gonna ball," he said, "and you're gonna like it."
Brenda couldn't deny that. She was aching for his cock, dying to get laid. She'd worry about it later. She'd never see this man again anyhow. Hal would never know…
"Roll over," said Denton. "On your knees."
Brenda quickly obeyed. She didn't care how she got it, so long as she got it. She would have done it standing on her head. She got onto her hands and knees and raised her shapely little ass high for him.
She felt Denton's hot sweaty hands on her hips as he steadied himself. He was panting, hotly excited. He wedged the thick knobby head of his dick into the tight wet mouth of her twat. She felt his thick juices dribbling into her.
"Now tell me," he said, panting, "tell me you want it."
It figured. The creep couldn't just ball her. He had to make her beg for it first. Well, she wasn't going to be proud. She wanted it too much. That fat hard cock head was poised just at the mouth of her hungry cunt, driving her crazy. She had to have it deeper…
"I want it," she said huskily. "I want you to fuck me…"
"That's good," he said. "That's what I like to hear. You're learning, doll."
He slowly pushed his thick meat up her tight, juicy box, gradually filling her, stuffing her. Pleasure blasted through her body. She'd been needing this for hours. She only wished it was Hal, not Denton.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, "ohhh, God, yesss…"
Denton chuckled evilly. "Yeah, baby," he said, "I know it feels great. I know you dig a good stiff cock…"
His words shamed her, but she couldn't deny it. Without sex, she went crazy. She had to have it, even from him, even from a man she despised.
"Fuck meee," she whined, "Do it to me…"
He laughed again. Of course he was enjoying her shameful surrender, the creep. He got off on humiliating her. Brenda no longer cared. Let him get his jollies from her torment, just as long as he fucked her and ended that terrible nagging need in her cunt.
At last he moved, slamming his thick hard dick swiftly in and out of her hot gushing cunt. Brenda wailed her delight. This was what she wanted and needed, a brutal hard fucking, a near-rape.
"Yes, yes," she cried, "slam it to me… Fuck me hard!"
"You bet I will, doll," Denton laughed. "After this, you're gonna be walking funny. Hope your husband don't notice…"
Even the mention of Hal wasn't enough to turn her off, not now. She rode Denton's thick jerking cock, wailing her pleasure, lost to everything else…
CHAPTER NINE
Brenda felt Denton's thick steamy cum squirting into her cunt. She shivered as she took it. She'd cum several times, losing count. Her crazy need was satisfied, and she was coming down fast, shame and guilt washing over her.
My God, what was the matter with her? Why couldn't she be faithful to her wonderful new husband? She swore she'd never cheat on Hal again. She'd go home now, and she wouldn't leave.
Denton stood up and pulled up his pants. He was leering at her. "That was a real good fuck, baby," he said. "You're a damned fine lay. You shouldn't waste talent like that. Think again about my offer. You just do a little dancing, then fuck my best customers. It's easy, and you'd get good money."
Brenda got quickly off the couch and put on her clothes. Her face was cold. "I'm sorry," she said, "but I won't be coming back to the club. You can keep that paycheck. This is my last night."
Denton shook his head. "Baby, you are crazy. You're passing up a great chance. Besides, face it – you can't get along with just one man. If you try the housewife route, you'll be climbing the walls in a week. It just ain't gonna work, doll."
Brenda ignored him, hurrying out of the office. She didn't want to hear that kind of talk, because she was terribly afraid it might be true. Maybe she was some kind of nymphomaniac. If she was, though, she'd fight it. She loved Hal, and she would work to be faithful to him. All she wanted was to be a good wife.
She left the skimpy red costume in the dressing room and put on some jeans and a shirt she'd kept there. She'd never need that costume again. As she left the club, Denton was lounging in the doorway of his office. He grinned knowingly at her.
"You'll be back," he said. "You won't be able to stay away."
"Go fuck yourself, you creep," said Brenda.
She stormed out the door and got into her battered old VW Bug. She didn't look back at the gaudy blinking lights of the Red Dragon. She was going home for good, to a new life. Thank God she had a good man to go home to. Sure, she might miss balling other men, but not that much. Hal was worth every sacrifice.
As she drove up to the house, Brenda saw that a light was on in the master bedroom. She grinned. He'd waited up for her, and she was going to give him the fuck of his life as a reward. She felt so guilty about Denton, but that guilt would fuel her love-making with Hal.
As she came in the front door, she heard strange noises. They seemed to be coming from the bedroom – deep masculine moans, and a higher voice, squealing, shrieking. Brenda felt alarmed. What was going on?
She hurried down the hall to the bedroom, and as she ran, the noises became more distinct. She recognized Hal's voice, husky with passion, moaning just as he did when they made love. The other voice, high and girlish and excited, belonged to her daughter Debby.
Brenda began to shake. Those noises were all too familiar. It couldn't be true, though. There must be some other cause. Her hand shook as she quietly pushed the bedroom door open a few inches. She peered inside. She stifled a gasp and went deathly pale.
Hal and Debby were fucking. Her new husband and her little girl were making love. There was no doubting the evidence of her eyes. Debby squatted over Hal, and his thick rosy prick was jerking in and out of her little hairless slit!
Brenda moaned softly and slumped against the door frame. It was no rape, she could see that. Debby was howling with pleasure, her childish face twisted into a grimace of lust. She worked her tiny hips up and down, keeping time with Hal's strokes. She clearly enjoyed his fucking.
Hal's face was flushed and grinning as he swiftly balled his thirteen-year-old stepdaughter. He was having the time of his life, Brenda could tell. He moaned and yelped as he worked his meat in the little girl's tight teenage box.