Robert Vickers
Tied up wife
CHAPTER ONE
"Ummm, not here, Paul. Not here!" moaned Diane.
"Then where? Here?" His hand moved back along her pinkly scalloped pussy-lips until he found her puckered anus. His finger stabbed out and into her depths.
She moaned again, moving her ass around the impaling finger stuck so deep up her ass. The dental assistant tried to concentrate on what she had come in to speak to Doctor Allen about. It was getting harder to think by the second.
That wasn't all that was getting harder. As the dentist pressed closer to her, she could feel his prick stiffening into a swollen, steely fucking tool. There was no question what he wanted to do with it, either.
Normally, Diane would have readily agreed. She and Paul Allen had been getting it on for months and months. It worked out beautifully with them. The patients seldom filled up an entire day's work schedule.
The fucking did.
She pressed her pussy mound downward so that it filled the man's hand. He gripped it a little tighter and began wiggling his finger in her ass. As he flexed it, she felt tiny ripples of delight pass into her body. It was indescribable. And it was causing a flood of cunt-juices to leak from her twat and pour all over the dentist's hand.
"Hmmm," he said in his best professional manner, "I see that you are in dire need of attention. From me, of course."
"Oh, Paul!"
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his head down. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. At first, that's all it was – a kiss. Then her lips parted a bit and his tongue came charging into her mouth. Once there, tongues met and erotically dueled until they were both gasping for breath.
The nurse used her tongue to good advantage to stimulate both of them. She lightly flicked the tip against the man's. Then she stroked up and down the sides of his tongue. Not satisfied with this, she lured his tongue into her mouth.
Once it passed her lips, she lightly bit down, formed her lips in a perfect seal around it and sucked. She sucked as hard as she could to get the excited blood into the very tip. Then she teased and tormented it with her own pinkly fleeting tongue.
"Ummm, God, you taste good," the man finally said as soon as she released him from her oral prison. "No wine ever tasted sweeter than your mouth!"
"Why, Paul, so poetic today."
"Poetically horny!"
He pressed his muscular body against her softer one until they were sprawled across his desk. The entire time, he never once took his flexing finger from her anus.
She let the waves of passion ripple through her body. At first, she had felt the warmth building in her belly. When his finger drove all the way up her asshole, a stab of white hot, carnal delight had blasted into her loins. As he moved that finger slowly in and out of her in a mock butt-fucking, she knew she was lost in passion.
Nothing less than his prick would satisfy her now. And all she'd wanted was to talk with her employer! Some days, you couldn't lose.
She spread her legs wider in wanton invitation to the dentist. His hand was covered with her oily fuck fluids. That alone would give him the clue that she was hot and ready to fuck.
"Get that skirt up and out of my way," he ordered.
She lifted her ass a bit off the desk and pulled at her primly starched uniform. Soon, when it was hiked up around her waist, she lowered her firm butt back down to the desk. By this time, his finger had left her.
"I feel so hollow inside. And cold! Fill me up with something long and hard and hot!"
"Gee, what could it be?" he asked as he unzipped his pants. His prick leaped out, eager as a racehorse in the starting gate.
"I'm sure we'll think of something."
"Oh, yes, something will come up."
"I thought it had." She reached out and gripped his erect prick and pulled him toward her. The blunt nose of the cock was a fierce purple knob and already throbbing with lust.
She didn't want to wait and she doubted if Paul did either. They were both taking a little break from seeing all the patients. It got to be a real drag looking down into peoples mouths all day long. This was a hell of a lot better than any coffee break.
It perked them both up and dulled their boredom at peering into the next patient's wide-open mouth.
The nurse would much rather have something like his cock shoved into her wide-open cunt. That was where it was at for her. She didn't mind sucking him off, but her cunt! That was the hot bed of activity. That was where she got her big thrills from fucking.
"Go on, Paul darling, fuck me good! I want to feel your big, swollen prick fucking me!"
"Greedy bitch. That's all you ever think of, isn't it? Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's all."
"Right! Now do it!"
He laughed and positioned himself between her widespread legs. His cock was being pulled toward her cunt. They both gasped when his glans touched her pussy lips. A bolt of sexual energy surged through the woman's body as his prick passed between her cunt-lips and into the juicy tunnel beyond. She closed her eyes and reveled in the ecstasy of the moment.
Getting Paul's cock shoved all the way up her cunt always affected her this way. He was so damned big! And not just long, his prick was big around in girth. He stretched her cunt-lips to the breaking point. And she loved every second of it!
"Go on, fuck me hard!"
"Just wait. Be patient, you bitch. God, every time it's like you're in heat or something. Let me enjoy this moment, huh?"
And he was. Buried balls deep in the woman's seething cunt, he was letting the juices soak his prick, lubricating his cock for the really furious fucking yet to come. And there was something about remaining motionless inside her clutching twat that turned him on.
Maybe it was just the feel of an aroused woman's cunt clinging to his prick. Surrounded by the hot sheath of pussy, he felt invincible. He could tackle the world and win.
He wanted to enjoy the quiet moment before the frenzied storm of fucking.
She began working on his prick in subtle ways. Tensing and relaxing her cunt-walls produced an effect something like a fist grabbing his cock, then massaging it. He felt the ripples run up and down his entire length of buried prick. She was telling him to fuck her.
He held off a bit longer. The feel of the cunt-juices trickling out and down onto his balls made him want to laugh. It was a prickly feeling and one he enjoyed. No one but an aroused woman would leak out juice like that.
Finally he couldn't stand it any more. He had to move in her tightly clinging pussy. She was making sure his prick was stimulated to the bursting point and he didn't want to cream like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. He wanted this to be good. Even great.
"Fuck me," she moaned softly.
Her body had come alive at the first touch of the man's prick. Then, when he had fucked into her and refused to move beyond that, she found herself strangely aroused. It had never been that way before. The warmth seemed to spread like wildfire from that long, thick shaft of man meat resting so comfortably in her well-oiled cunt.
The fires burned and spread throughout her belly. Then it leaped and went racing up her spine. Her entire body was tensed and ready for the fucking. And his prick lay in her cunt without moving, save for an occasional twitch.
Tensing her stomach muscles produced the first sign that he wasn't made out of iron. She tried massaging his entire cock, a little bit at a time. It had taken her years to learn how to control those muscles. She didn't even remember how many men she had practiced on. It had been a lot – and it had been worth it.
Now she was in total control of her cunt. She could make a man do anything she wanted after he drove his cock into her seething hot cunt. That was her secret, that was her joy in life.