One of his skittering hands slipped between their bodies and found one of her dangling breasts. He cupped the full heavy globe, gouging the wide soft nipple with his thumb so that it sprang erect and she winced with pleasure.
With one hand she massaged his balls. With the other she pumped his throbbing cock, dripping a white froth of lubrication spit onto it, working the tip of her tongue into its tiny eye until she gave a contorted grunt of lust and his hips leapt out of control Finally she took the head of his prick into her mouth.
“Uhhh… oh Jesus! Oh, that’s it!” Tom moaned. “Oh Amy, honey, do It, suck it Jesus!”
She held the pulsing pole of flesh straight with her hands and dove on it, feeling it push against the back of her throat. Then she withdrew her mouth slowly, agonizingly, drawing her full lips up over the flaring head, pulling on the clustered nerves that crowned the purple bulb of his stiff prick.
Her lips came free each time with a wet pop. And each time she coiled her tongue around the tip of his wet prick, then dove on it again. She squeezed and pumped it with her hands, feeling the long ridge of the juice-tube that ran along the top fill and strain with backed-up jism.
She dove on him, let him out slowly, dove on him again. Then she stopped at the top, squeezing him with her lips. She gave him long deep throat-sucks, drawing from deep in her chest. Tom’s tense body shuddered and yearned for release. The sound of his gurgling cries of pleasure increased Amy’s excitement.
Engorged and on the verge of spurting, his prick grew larger, thicker. It swelled and bloomed a flaming deep red, the veins turgid and rippling, bursting with mad heat. His fingers clutched her head and pushed it down frantically on his cock. His hips rose off the bed into her, shoving, cramming her mouth full of wet stiff prick.
He fucked and groaned and stabbed her throat with it wildly. A constant whimpering moan came from his throat as he drew near. And knowing that he was near excited Amy further.
She began keening and mewling deep in her chest too. She gagged and slobbered over the big straining prick that felt like it would split her cheeks and pierce a hole in the back of her throat as it fucked in and out of her mouth,.
Wildly she slurped and sucked and pumped and squeezed the violently twitching steel-hard spike of his cock.
She felt the first traces of juice on her tongue, and she went all out trying to suck it out of him. For the moment she completely forgot that she had never in the past let him come in her mouth. She forgot that she had previously thought the whole thing was vile and revolting.
Oh Tom, baby, I’m going to get it all out of you, oh yes, oh all of it! she moaned to herself, sucking for all she was worth. When I’m through there won’t be any left for days! I’ll. suck you dry, honey, this is for you, not for him, for you and for me! Get ready! Oh, you’re ready, I know you are, oh god… oh god, give me all of it!
She had never before heard him scream as sharply as he did. He tried to fuck her all the way down her throat as his prick flashed and squirted.
Amy’s mouth filled with the spurting jets of cum.
Voraciously she sucked for more, and more. And more came. It spurted like salty warm dollops of cream into her wildly sucking mouth. And she gulped crazily, swallowing and still pulling on the head of his prick, drawing out even more, more, more!
Her lips were spattered with his creamy juice. It trickled down her chin. But she kept pulling on his rearing, clenching root, trying to draw up the last creamy bead of hot jism that lay oozing to life in his throbbing balls. She sucked and squeezed and devoured him until he winced with pain. He had no more to give, and his cock was already wilting between her lips as she feverishly plucked at it. She bathed it in more spit, and sucked for more jism, like a thirsting maniac.
“God, honey, oh shit!” Tom cried out, pulling her head off his tormented cock.
“Enough, please!”
Amy was suddenly startled out of her passionate mania. She realized that what she had really been doing was raping him. And that briefly embarrassed her. But when she looked at Tom and saw the fulfillment and gratitude in his eyes, she realized that her plan had worked.
“Was it good?” she murmured, wiping his cum off her chin with the edge of the sheet.
“Fantastic!” he grinned. “Boy, are you ever full of surprises.”
If you only knew, Amy thought. Honey, if you only knew.
Chapter THREE
Amy had another week before Aston would return to demand another ‘payment’ from her. And when she was truthful with herself, she realized she had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it was sickening, it was blackmail, it was very close to rape. On the other hand, every time her husband Tom fucked her she remembered what it had been like with Brad.
Nevertheless, she was determined to put that all behind her. She would have the money to pay off Aston when he arrived if it was the last thing she did. So she began to work very hard at selling Star Cosmetics.
The problem was that she had already run out of friends and neighbors to sell the stuff to. So now she knew she was really out in the big wide world all by herself. Each day she went farther from-her own neighborhood, walking the streets, ringing the doorbells.
It was very hard work, with very little reward. By Thursday, the day Brad was due, she had only sold about one hundred dollars worth. And of course she wouldn’t be able to collect the money on any of it until she could get the cosmetics from him and deliver them to the customers.
So on Thursday afternoon, again ringing doorbells in a strange neighborhood, she was weary and close to despair. It didn’t seem like anything would ever happen to extricate her from this mess.
Oh shit, she thought, maybe I should just give it all up. Go home and wait for him to come. Let him fuck me and fuck me until he gets tired of it. Then give him back the sample kit and be done with the whole business.
It was in this mood that she trudged up the pathway to one final door and listlessly rang the bell. It was answered by a very exotic-looking girl who was about her own age. The girl was obviously the result of some unusual racial mixture, and she had turned out stunningly beautiful.
She had walnut-colored skin and raven-black hair that hung to her waist. Her black eyes glimmered with fire, but they were puffy and it was clear that she had been crying.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Amy said instinctively. “I-didn’t mean to barge in on you if you’re not feeling well. I'm only selling these… cosmetics.”
She held up the sample box, feeling pretty foolish.
The girl smiled. “Oh, don’t mind me,” she said, wiping her eyes self-consciously. She opened the door to let Amy in. “I’ve been doing this all day, off and on. It’ll be good to get my-mind off it.”
Amy felt a little nervous and awkward about it. What if someone had died, or something? But she followed the girl inside the house. She spread all her cosmetics out on the coffee table, as she usually did, and talked about them.
The girl’s name, it turned out, was Tamyra. She was wearing a bathrobe, which was another reason Amy felt nervous. What if I came in the middle of her bath, or something? Amy thought. But Tamyra sat silently through Amy’s whole routine about her wares.
“I just found out my husband’s been cheating on me,” she finally said.
“Oh, how awful,” Amy said.
She felt surprised and embarrassed. She didn’t know why Tamyra would tell her, a total stranger, such a thing. And out of the blue, too.
“He’s been screwing his secretary for months,” Tamyra said. “I never suspected a thing.”
Tears welled up in Tamyra’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Amy felt sorry for her. Tamyra was such a beautiful girl. Amy couldn’t imagine how any man would want to cheat on her. The helpless tears – made the girl even more beautiful. She wept uncontrollably. Amy wanted to comfort her.