Ron Taylor
Handcuffed housewife

CHAPTER ONE

On the TV screen Jamie Gillis, the porno movie star, was driving his big cock hard into the pussy of a moaning, jiggle-titted blonde cupcake. The camera came in close, capturing the girl's ecstatic expression, the heavy flopping of her stiff-nippled tits, the ramming thrust of Gillis' cock into her wild, wet, pink cunt.

On the motel room bed, Andy Palmer, the contractor, was driving his even bigger cock hard into the pussy of a moaning, jiggle-titted blonde. There was no camera, unfortunately, to record permanently the blonde's ecstatic expression, the heavy flopping of her stiff-nippled tits, the ramming thrust of Andy's cock into her equally wet, wild, hot pink cunt.

Andy's belly slammed hard against Greta's, and he gasped as he wiggled his prick around and around in her pussy. She clutched at him with her knees, using them to saw against his body as he plowed into her. She had her hands on his head, on his back, his neck, his shoulders. She clawed like an animal at Andy as he fucked her blind.

"You big mean fucker." Greta moaned. "Oh, you fuck sooo good!"

She was humping as fast, as hard as he was, her pussy dying for the erotic bite of his cock. She moaned as he hit the bottom of her cunt, digging fiercely as if he meant to fuck straight into her belly, and she forced herself at him all the harder, eating every inch of cock he fed her pussy. He made his cock do wild circles inside her, rolling the shaft around and around within Greta's sucking pussy.

"Tell me again how much you like to get fucked," he husked, filling her cunt yet again with his swollen, lust-maddened prick.

"I love to be fucked!" she sobbed, passion leading her to the verge of tears. "I love it when you fuck me!"

He yanked his cock out of her.

"Noooooo!" she squealed, making a grab for it. "Put it back innnn!"

"Roll over," he commanded. "You always loved it dog-style."

Greta nodded eagerly, biting her lips in excitement. She flipped her body over, sticking her ass up into the air. She wiggled it provocatively, reaching up from beneath to caress and spread the fuck-sopping lips of her pussy. Andy rose to his knees behind her, putting his hand on her cunt. He fingered her, pushing Greta's hand out of the way as he took charge. He slipped a finger inside, reamed her for a long, delicious moment that felt as good to him as it did to her.

"Do it!" she whispered hotly. "Oh, you fucker, dooooo it!"

He planted the tip of his cock against her split, wet cunt lips, and he pushed hard, shoving his cock into Greta.

She moaned and howled as his meat rammed into her hot horny cunt. Andy slapped her ass cheeks, whacking her from one side, then the other, then he started to fuck her for real.

He rode hard, burying his prick in Greta's hot hole with a lustful passion. He leaned forward and put his arms around her, his hands filling with her big bouncing tits.

She had a great set of tits, as squishy as fresh dough and so sensitive she could come just from having her big pink nipples sucked by a hot mouth. He squeezed at the fattened, gumdrop nipples, pinching their tips, making Greta whine all the more frantically as she cunt-gobbled his driving prick.

He leaned back, rubbing his hands over the firm taut flesh of her ass while he banged his cock deeper and deeper into Greta's twitching cunt. She was milking him with her muscles, sucking the shit out of his cock.

She'd always been a great fuck. If she hadn't been such a slut, he would probably have married her years ago. Maybe that's what he should have done, anyway.

"Maybe I should have married you, Greta," he said hoarsely. "But, hell, one man could never keep you satisfied, and I'd never know whose cum was already in your pussy when I stuck my cock in it."

"If I had you, maybe I'd stop fucking around." Greta laughed.

Andy stabbed more fiercely into Greta, burning with the need to release his lust, and he gasped as her pussy muscles exerted their almost irresistible sucking pull on his cock.

Again he jerked his cock out of her, and again she wailed in protest. She cupped her hot pussy, fucking the shit out of her clit, and she rolled over onto her back without missing a stroke. Her eyes were glazed as she spread her legs wide and humped her cunt up at Andy inviting him to finish the job he'd started.

Instead, he threw his leg over her tits and squatted his ass down onto the fat round tits, angling his cock down toward her mouth.

Greta knew the cue. She grabbed hold of his cunt-sloppy tool and fed it into her mouth. She couldn't take him all that deeply, but it was the quality, not the depths, that proved her blowjob artistry.

She made her lips into a vacuum over the end of Andy's prick. The big cock-knob itself almost filled her mouth, swollen with lust as he was, and she sucked furiously, desperately, as if she were starving and only cum would save her life. Her tongue raced around and around the sensitized, tingling flesh of his cock-head. She tried to fuck her tongue into his piss-slit, and Andy gasped, almost ready to squirt his cum straight down her throat.

She let him slide out of her spit-wet lips, and she licked at every inch of his cock that her tongue could reach. She kissed his hard flesh, she nibbled his cum-vein with her sharp nasty teeth. She made him love every kiss, every lick, every fucking bite. Her tongue butterflied all over his prick, but especially on the underside of the bulging cock-head.

Cum was already oozing from his slit. He had to close his eyes and think of something else in order to hold back a gushing squirt that would probably have drowned the hot luscious bitch an the spot.

A pang shot through Andy, and his cock trembled, but he held. He could hold off coming for at least a few more minutes now, enough time to make the pleasure crest to an even higher peak when he had to let go of his rocks.

Back into her mouth his cock went. She slurped his hard meaty erection, worshiping it with her mouth.

He leaned forward, bracing his arms against the headboard of the bed, and he started to do push-ups in and out of Greta's face. She gagged and then giggled very lewdly, her tongue sloshing erotically around his cock.

His prick seemed to get even harder and bigger, fucking her mouth. He was going unimaginably deep now. She just opened up and he fucked her in the throat. All of him, right to the balls, was jammed into her wet sucking oral heat.

She sucked, unwilling to let go. She sucked as if she could have kept on eating him and taken another hard prick in her mouth at the same time, gobbling the shit out of both cocks. She was one hot fuck.

Somehow he got his prick out of her mouth, heated by the sucking she had given him, and he slurped his way down her body, sucking at the tits, then rubbing his cock all over them, squeezing them together around his bulging, spit-shined meat.

He rolled her over, onto her belly again, spreading her legs and angling his wet rod into the hungry red split of her pussy. She lay on her stomach, ass jutting up in target form. His prick found the bull's-eye and he went into her greasily, spearing her full of big hard meat until he bit bottom. Greta wailed, writhing under Andy like a snake in heat.

He came down on her, pinning her body to the bed, fucking her big wet cunt with all the power in his prick. He felt her come once, and it almost wrenched the end of his cock off, but he kept fucking into Greta, and she moaned some more and then she came all over again.

His throbbing cock quivered. His cock ached with the sweet passion of fucking her, and suddenly Andy knew he couldn't wait another motherfucking second. He had to squirt his load now and blast her pussy full of his scalding jizz.

"Aaaahhhh!" Greta screeched, erupting into her third climax as his cock began to gush deep within her cunt. He fucked her relentlessly, each thrust sending a fresh burst of cum up her pussy. Greta drank his load with her aroused cunt, sucking his prick dry as she shivered and moaned and climaxed under Andy's humping body.

Later, Andy lit a cigarette and poured himself a jolt of whiskey over ice.

Andy lay back on the bed, sipping his drink, blowing smoke rings, glancing occasionally at the porno flick on the TV screen. Greta put her head in Andy's lap and began to lick at the softened, cum-sticky flesh of his well-fucked prick.

He had spilled a shitload of jism up her pussy, and she had collapsed screaming under him as he flopped, exhausted, atop her, but here she was, wet-mouthed and hot-tongued. He was starting to get hard all over again.

Her tongue moved up and down his cock, making his meat tingle. She slipped his cockknob into her mouth for some sucking, always relaxing it just as he began to stiffen noticeably, always returning to the provocative action of her wet tongue up and down his re-growing prick as she built him up slowly, tantalizingly. He stroked her head as he mouthed his cock.

He'd known Greta for years, had been fucking her off and on ever since high school. Maybe he should have married Greta.

Couldn't have been any worse than his first wife, Rosemary, who had spread her legs for every cock in three counties. The only big difference was, he'd known beforehand that Greta was a slut. He hadn't found out about Rosie until well after they had tied the knot.

After divorcing Rosie, he'd set himself a goal. He wanted a wife, but she had to be classy and a lady and preferably at least ten years younger than he. She had to be pretty – in fact, he wanted her gorgeous, because his contracting business was doing spectacularly, and a man with his money and position needed a beautiful wife.

So he found Emily. She was twenty-three to his thirty-five. She was a fucking knockout, looks-wise. Sorority president in college, homecoming queen – cool, classy. She was everything he had dreamed of finding.

So he'd married her, anticipating the sweet hot progress of opening her up sexually, of teaching her to love fucking just as much as he did. And what he had, after two years of marriage, was a wife who looked like a centerfold and fucked like a piece of raw liver.

Greta was still licking his prick and he knew he'd be hard enough for another round in a very few more minutes. He patted her fuzzy blonde hair, all tousled from the bed. Her tongue slid liquidly up and down his stiffening cock.

Emily refused to put her mouth anywhere near his prick. She said it was disgusting. If he tried to lick her pussy, she just crossed her legs and stared at him like he was some kind, of pervert.

Once in a while she allowed him to fuck her, but while it was happening she lay under him, hardly moving, her body an uninvolved dump for his cum. The last time, he'd had the sudden, horrifying fear that she had died beneath him and he was sticking his cock in and out of a corpse.

That was when he'd looked up Greta and started meeting her here at the Blue Dreams.

And the worst of it, for Chrissake, was that he was absolutely crazy about Emily! He loved being around her!

There was a magnetism about his wife that always made his cock paint straight at Emily. His nuts ached, just being in the same room with her. Even now, he could taste the sweat on her thighs, her tits.

Greta was a dynamite fuck, sure, but he'd have booted her ass out the door in a second for just the prospect of feeling Emily's velvety lips rubbing softly up and down his prick, the way Greta's hot mouth was doing right now. He would give anything for the chance of feeling Emily's cunt explode around his cock the way Greta had blasted off three or four times while he was cocking her pussy.

He shook his head again. The fantasy, even, of a sexually aroused Emily had turned his cock into a stiff rod of lust. He pulled Greta's head up, until her lips were just above the swollen tip of his cock.

She looked up, her eyes sparkling the way they always did when she got a look at a stiff prick, and she made a round mouth at his prick, her tongue wiggling in the opening.

He sucked in his breath and pushed his cock upward, into her eager willing mouth. She eased her face down, far enough to get him inside, but she left it up to him, and he fucked up into her mouth in short, hot strokes.

As she sucked his prick, he looked at the TV. He'd seen this one before. Nerd dude with cute sweet wife. He's dying to ram his cock up her snug pink whole, but she's having none of that shit. So he hires a couple of totally whacked out weirdos who break her in for him. They double-fuck her, cocking her ass and her pussy at the same time, just getting the cute bitch trained. And of course she loves it.

Andy looked at the screen, almost envious as he watched the girl moaning in delight, with one prick stuffed up her shithole and the other pounding her pussy, the husband standing by with a hard-on and a shit-eating grin.

"Now that's what I need," he told Greta, pointing at the screen with his thumb.

"Mmmm," she said, letting go for a moment, "I think I could use it a little more than you, Andy. What on earth would you ever do with three guys with stiff cocks?"

She put his cock back in her mouth and eased his ass onto the bed so she could really get at him. Her hand stroked his chest, other hand cupping his balls, and she used her mouth on his prick, deep-throating him again and again.

She ate right down to the balls, and as her mouth rolled around him, it felt to Andy as if she had his balls in her mouth too. She gave one super hot blowjob. He knew that this time around, his cum was gonna shoot down her throat. She always said she could live on cum. She raised her head, sucking as she lifted, and she spent a while working her lips back and forth over the swollen cock knob. She worked him in and out of her mouth, her tongue fast and busy as her head bobbed.

He moaned and writhed, clutching at the headboard while she treated him to the sweetness of her aroused mouth. Then she released him, and she started to kiss and lick his cock again, up and down, all the way to the balls.

"It's what Emily needs, I mean," he corrected himself, as she started to polish his cockknob with her hot tongue.

He wanted to feel his cock inside her pussy again. He wanted to experience the hot grind of her pussy, and he wanted it right away.

He grabbed her by the tits and pulled her upward, onto him. She mounted Andy, spreading her legs as she came upward, and her pussy just seemed to gobble the shaft of his cock the moment it brushed up against her wet warm cunt.

She began to fuck, rising and falling on his cock, the ripple of her muscles milking his excited shaft.

"Why don't you do it?" Greta panted, riding him harder, making his cock feel just how juicy her pussy had become for him. "Get somebody to break her in?"

"It's against the law," he said.

"That never stopped anybody." She giggled. "I'm serious, baby. Anything to do with fucking and I get dead serious. You know that."

She made a purring sound, and she did a rock 'n' roll under him that reminded him just how serious she really was about fucking.

"Mmmm!" she gurgled. "Your cock feels so good inside me, Andy, but I wanna eat your cum this time, wanna feel all that sweet sticky stuff pouring down my throat! How about you fingerfuck my hot wet pussy and make me come real big, while I blow your nuts off with my warm wet mouth?"

She didn't have to ask twice. He took his cock out of Greta's pussy, and she lay down beside him, her legs open for his fingers, and she slid her mouth down over the cock once again.

He slipped his fingers up her pussy, felt the responsive twitch of her muscles, and he began to fuck them in and out of her, pulling one wet digit out from time to time to give her clit a massage.

Her lips pulled hotly at his tool, sucking the way a baby calf pulls at the udder and with the same milky goal in mind.

"How would you set up something like that?" he wondered idly, his hips pumping as he grew more and more aroused by her tongue and lips.

She gobbled frantically, siphoning cum up his tubes, and there was no holding back. Andy gasped, fucked his cock into Greta's mouth. She opened her throat and engulfed him totally, using cheeks, jaws, and throat to eat the hot load that blasted from Andy's cock.

He moaned with each separate eruption of jism, and he could hear her drinking his cum. It sounded as if she were gargling on his jizz. Her pussy vibrated in a matching orgasm round the fingers he had thrust up her cunt, and he knew it was just as ripe, just as hot for Greta as it was for him.

His cock began to soften inside her mouth, the last dribbles of his jism oozing from the tip, and he felt the contractions of her pussy ebb, too.

She relaxed, her cheeks lying on his lower belly. Bubbles of his jism were frothy on her lips. A sticky trail dribbled from one corner of her mouth. She licked her lips sexily, eyes aimed up at him.

"If you're serious about the idea," she said, "I might be able to work something up. But it would cost a bit of cash, honey."