As if somehow spirit-free from his body he watched himself unfasten his belt and remove his clothing, dumping them wherever they happened to fall. He stood before her as she stood before him, his thick, bursting shaft standing out at right angles.
"Oh, it's lovely," Bonnie crooned in ecstasy. "Just as I knew it would be." She walked to the bed, the very motion a sensual experience and lay down on the cover. "Come here, Howie-baby," the voluptuous young whore purred, "let me suck you off!"
Howard came to her, and the next thing he knew he was writhing beside her, feet-to-head, and Bonnie's fingers scratching lightly over his cock, her expert lips kissing his legs, belly, and inner thighs, building him to still higher a fever pitch.
"God! Hurry!" Howard groaned, not sure he could keep the boiling semen inside his testicles another moment. "Hurry!"
As if in obeyance, Bonnie plunged her head forward and Howard felt the incredible hot moistness of her lips close butter-like over the sensitive head of his cock, felt her searing tongue licking tiny circles of fire around it. Sighing, completely enraptured in the exquisite manipulations, Howard moved toward her, and buried his face in her cunt. There was a sudden jerk of contracted muscles in the excited prostitute, and she pressed closer to his mouth. The very abandonment, the complete capitulation to sensuality by this whore overwhelmed him and blotted out all thoughts except the delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner.
Bonnie, the practiced professional that she was, tasted the piquancy of his fevered secretions hungrily, twirling her tongue faster and faster. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with full expertise of a woman in love with her work. Howard looked up once and watched her convoluted, lipstick rimmed lips ripple up and down his hardened shaft, watched the soft skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in as she sawed the full entirety of his penis. Never had he envisioned such an erotic sight! And he was aroused still more and his loins tensed and jerked upwards into her face all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard forward thrust so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with the saliva between her lips.
He returned to her soft, hair fringed cunt and drew her firm rounded buttocks down over his mouth so that he was sunk nose-deep in the soft-rimmed vagina. He held her tightly with both hands on her buttocks, thrusting his own tongue up teasingly between the tender fleshy folds. He heard her gasp and renew her nibblings with frenzied motion. Her pussy contracted and opened around his mouth, and then he moved his hands down and opened her still wider and began to curl and flick his tongue at the smoothness of her pearl-white back-side. He sucked and licked while she swayed above him, completely out of control, her built flowering open wider and her secretions mingling with his saliva and rivuleting down his cheeks.
He could feel her muscles cord as he worked slave-like, and then he plunged to her clitoris, sucking and biting it tenderly, his tongue reaming the sensuous little button while she churned and writhed in a lewd dance of desire above him. Howard sensed she was straining to cum, her mouth and cheeks sucking wildly at his penis as she bucked and arched both her back and head in an uncontrollable quaking of body. Her breasts danced as she sucked voraciously, her pumping mouth making the pressure spiraling to a final, huge release of his building semen.
And then…
"Uuuummmmmmmmm!" came the irrefutable cry of her climax and the warm, pungent milk of her softly pulsating pussy spread hotly across his face. She screamed out her orgasm, though her mouth was still sucking hungrily at his deep-thrusted cock, and she snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed her fervently heaving cunt in an uncontrolled, tormented surge.
Then…
All at once he too felt the eruption of fire leap along his penis. He gasped as though in agony, and then his cock began a wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning the vivacious whore's maddenly bobbing mouth with rush after rush of boiling sperm, bloating her cheeks and forcing her to swallow wildly to keep from choking. Then as quickly as it had started, there was one final spurt and he lay back, half unconscious over the power of his release.
Still the girl sucked ravenously at his lust juices, milking every last drop of the hot gushing male ambrosia until at last, his penis jerked softly and slowly deflated in the warm, sperm-filled cavern of her mouth. She slid her lips from his cock with one last swallow, and cradled her face to his still throbbing groin.
"How was that, lover?" she murmured appreciatively.
He could only sigh in contentment for an answer. He knew that he should feel guilty now, but the stirrings of remorse and shame were not forthcoming. He only felt like a satisfied, virile male, one who had satisfied a woman as well. He felt a certain power, a certain pride in the fact that here, now, he had proven that his desire for oral sex had been right, and not something darkly evil as his wife seemed to think.
His wife. The thought of Cindy echoed in his mind, and a small part of his brain tried to make the self-depredation come; but he fought the thoughts away and he simply lay there, taking in the musk of the young prostitute's body perfume and the permeating odor of their consummated lust.
He felt Bonnie stir then, and suddenly she was on all fours and beside him, smiling down in his face. She said, "I'm going to teach you things you never knew existed, Howie-baby." She leaned down and kissed him tenderly, the taste of his semen still on her mouth. "Would you like that?"
He ran his tongue across his lips. Already there were faint stirrings in his limp penis, displacing any fears of not being able to get another erection. "Yes… yes I'd like that!"
"Good." She stretched out and snuggled in the protection of his arms. "It'll be wonderful, Howie-baby. I promise!"
Howard had the strong, erotic sensation that she was good at keeping her word. He wasn't wrong…
Howard slipped his house key into the door lock and quietly stepped into his living room. All the lights were out; good. He had taken his shoes off on the porch and now he padded in his stocking feet across the room and into the hall… no sound came from the bedroom; good. He stopped, waiting in the still, black silence of his home, but there was only the faint and regular pattern of heavy breathing, and Howard took this to mean his wife was asleep.
He didn't know that she was feigning slumber, that actually she was very much awake, lost in a troubled, agonizing hell of self-loathing. She lay shivering under the covers, hoping that her husband wouldn't want to make love to her tonight — which was the reason behind the act, for that way Howard wouldn't wake her up — for she felt horribly ashamed, and disgusted at her inability to control her own carnal instincts.
No, Howard was unaware of his wife's true condition, but in his own way he was glad that she was "asleep" and hadn't waited up for him, perhaps to have sexual relations, or worse — to berate him for the lewd pictures and paper he'd left behind. Not now, not after three hours of wild, abandoned sexual games with that nymphomaniac whore, Bonnie. He was satiated completely, in a state of absolute contentment, and in no mood either to argue heatedly with a distraught wife nor try and explain why he couldn't get another erection. Christ! After that Bonnie, he'd be lucky to raise another hard-on in a week!
He went into the bathroom to undress, closing the door so that the light wouldn't bother Cindy in the bedroom. Quickly he stripped his clothes off, not as fast as he had done for Bonnie and this time hanging them on hooks.
He stepped into the shower and let the needle spray wash off the fragrant, tell-tale perfume of his indiscretions, the odors of mutual lovemaking which would be readily identified by his wife. He thought about Bonnie, the lovely, enticing whore, and although the light-headed joy of his repast with her didn't fade, the act of cleansing himself seemed to also add some sense of regret.