"Always willing wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Collins Jeff)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Life with Randy wasn't all peaches and cream. He drank a lot and his gambling was a constant source of irritation. But he always seemed to have money, even when he lost, so Angela never minded.

The movie that Barry had starred in for Ritchie Verrain was released. It was a flop. Many people said it was because Verrain's production company hadn't put up enough money to push it.

A month after the picture was pulled from the theaters, Barry Golden was found dead. The papers said it was an overdose. Angela wondered about that. Barry was too careful about the drugs he took to be the victim of an overdose.

For some reason, Barry's death made Angela want to see Lydia. So she made the long trek upstate to the women's prison.

Lydia looked very old and very tired. She congratulated Angela on her good luck, and her only comment concerning Barry's death was, "I guess we learned the hard way, honey… you just don't fuck around with someone as big and powerful as Ritchie Verrain."

Angela knew what her friend was saying, but she didn't want to think of it. She might be the next one on Ritchie's list. She left the prison depressed, and returned to Randy with her fears.

"That's silly, baby," he said. "And to prove it, I'll tell you what we'll do."

"What?"

"Let's go to Vegas and get married."

"Do you mean it, Randy?"

"You better believe I do!"

An hour later, they were on a plane for Las Vegas. And two hours after that they were wildly fucking in a plush hotel room.

When they were both satiated, Randy dressed.

"I'm going down to have a fling at the tables for a while, baby."

He was gone neatly all night. His face, when he returned, told Angela what had happened.

"You lost."

"Hell, yes. Everything." Then his face brightened. "But there's always more where that came from!"

"Randy, where do you get your money? I mean, you haven't worked…"

"Shhh, never mind, baby. I get it, that's all. Now, have you got something warm and wet that will cheer me up?"

Angela smiled. "I sure do. Come to bed, darling." She threw back the covers to reveal her naked, creamy body.

"I guess I'm pretty lucky after all," he murmured. His face was flushed now. "Sweet, sweet baby," he whispered. Fully clothed, he sat on the edge of the bed and sucked her tits.

Angela unzipped his fly, pulled the long limp piece of meat from his trousers and quickly coaxed it to hardness with the tender, warm manipulations of her hand.

"Come to bed, honey," she said, stroking his hair.

Randy shed his clothes. Then quickly his big boned body covered hers. She felt his cock hard against her upper thighs. He clamped his lips to hers. God, he excited her as much, or more, than any other man she had been with. And he was all hers. Or he soon would be.

"Randy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"We'll do it, won't we? We'll get married in the morning?" Suddenly this was important to her.

"Sure, honey. First thing in the morning."

She dug her fingers into his wide shoulders while he sucked her big tits again, like a hungry baby going after its milk.

"Sweetheart?" he said, lifting his head.

"Yes, honey," she smiled. She knew what he wanted.

He scooted up, his cock poking at her lips. He'd told her often that no woman had ever sucked him off like she could. Angela found this hard to believe but she liked to hear it.

And she loved to have his nice hard cock in her mouth!

The slit at the tip of his prickhead was unusually big. She dug her tongue into it, pulling it out and in again several times. Then she wrapped her tongue around the meaty head and caressed the sensitive area underneath. She coaxed sticky drippings from the big slit. She sucked his big cock slowly up and down from base to root, feeling it throb excitedly. She was careful to go slow and easy. She didn't want him to get off that way. No, she had to have that nice hot thing inside her, nudging her twitching little clit.

Randy dragged his cock slowly free of her clutching mouth. And again – she knew what he wanted. She arched her back, and he left a thin trail of sticky cum down one of her tits, dragging the prick down to one of her big pointed nipples. He pushed the nipple into the slit of his cockhead and moved his hips in a gentle fucking motion.

Then he covered her body with his again, sucking each tit in turn, sucking deep, tugging, chewing, until Angela's body writhed and she itched even more to have him in her. He rolled over so that she lay on top.

Teasingly, she sucked one of his nipples between her lips and it quickly erected. She sucked deep and hard, moving her head quickly from nipple to nipple. Randy was, breathing loudly, moaning, his body writhing. And Angela felt flushed with excitement, aroused by the pleasure she gave him.

She took a quick glance down and saw that his cock stood stiff and twitching, pointing straight up to the ceiling. Her cunt itched to clamp down onto it.

"Want me on your dick now?" Angela panted.

"Yeah, yes, but suck it a little, honey!"

She sucked his meat until she was sure he was ready to explode, then crawled up over him.

"Now my pussy, lover. Now I'm going to fill my cunt with you!"

She pulled her juicy pussylips wide and sank down onto his hard cock. A few nudges at the side of her clit with his big, meaty cockhead and she was over the top. She cried out, a piercing scream of release.

"So quick, sweetheart?" he chuckled.

"Oh, honey, I was so hot," she panted. "I still am!"

She let all his meat slide up into her. The ragged walls of her moist cunt clamped caressingly around each hard, pulsating inch of cock. She undulated her hips, then bounced up and down.

"Oh, honey… this is fun!" she panted.

"Sweetheart?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Yes?" She went back to the slow undulation of her hips.

"Let me put it in that nice tight little ass!"

Angela smiled in anticipation. Quickly she pulled her cunt free of his cock. She stuffed the two soft pillows from the bed beneath her stomach.

She purred like a kitten as Randy's big warm hands stroked her silken ass.

"Ummmm, baby, baby, such a nice smooth little ass," he murmured.

He knelt behind her. He eased his thick, meaty cockhead into the puckered mouth of her asshole.

"Okay, baby?"

"Okay," Angela whispered, feeling her asshole pried open to take the slow invasion of his big cock.

"Arrggghhh!" he rasped. And she felt all his cock inside her. She reached back. Not an inch of cock free of her ass.

He began fucking slowly. He lifted her up onto her knees and his hand traveled to her furry cunt mound.

Angela gasped. "Oh, yes!"

His fingers parted the pussylips. His greased dick slid slowly back and forth inside the tight asshole, while he finger-fucked her creaming cunt. Angela squealed and swayed her hips voluptuously. She knew she was making his fingers nice and juicy.

Then he began to fuck harder. She felt his balls and thighs slap loudly against her. And his fingers fucked faster and deeper too. His loud moans and heavy breathing told her he was nearing his climax. He pulled his fingers free of her cunt and fell forward. He needed the use of both hands now to grasp her tits as his hips worked furiously fast, pumping his meat to her, hard and deep.

He growled, slamming forward. She felt her insides flooded with warm cum. He whispered softly and let go of one of the big dangling tits, but milked the other soft globe gently while his fingers found her pussy again. She felt his cock fluttering around inside her ass, slowly softening.

Angela began to roll her hips, feeling the slow rise of approaching climax, beginning with a tingling in her toes, flooding all through her body, ending in a happy scream.

She sighed with contentment, answering his soft chuckle as he pulled two fingers from her pussy.

He snuggled up to her, buried his face in her tits, and Angela held his big body close to her, rocking gently while he sucked her tits until he fell asleep.

She was having a pleasant dream when she woke up. Randy was getting out of bed.

"Go back to sleep, baby," he whispered. "I'll be right back."

"Okay, darling," Angela muttered drowsily.

She turned onto her side and dreamed the rest of that good dream.

When she woke up again she knew it must be late. The room was flooded with sunlight. She was alone in bed. Nothing unusual about that. She was a late sleeper, and Randy always got up first.

She sat up, stretching and yawning. She looked around the room. Suddenly her heart stopped. Somehow the room seemed so empty. She got up off the bed. Something's wrong, she thought, something's very wrong.

The closet door was halfway open. His clothes. She rushed to the closet. All of Randy's clothes were gone. Her knees felt, weak.

Then she noticed the envelope on the bedside table. She tore it open and read:

He's gone, you cunt. His drinking and gambling cost me a bundle, but it was worth it… because he did just the job I told him to do.

I'll give him a couple of B-pictures until he drinks himself into oblivion again, or until I need him to do another job on another cunt like you.

Meantime, you can make out by selling your pussy – that's all it's good for.

And while you're doing it, just remember – nobody fucks with Ritchie Verrain! The note was signed Ritchie Verrain.

Angela sat all day on the edge of the bed. When the room was dark, she finally found the energy to move. She reached for the phone.

"Dom… Dom, it's me, Angela. I want to come back. I want to be your wife again."

Dom picked her up at the airport. All the way home he told her how he had changed, how they were now going to have such a good marriage. He also hinted at the big surprise he had in store for her.

And Angela told him how she'd changed, too, how sorry she was about everything and how she was going to make it up to him.

To this, Dom was silent.

In the living room, he told her to take her clothes off. She did. He then handed her a razor.

"You know what to do," he said. "When you're finished, come on up to the bedroom."

Twenty minutes later, Angela was standing, sad eyed, at the bedroom door. Dom was on the bed with two giggling young girls. He was wildly pounding his dick into one of them while he ate the other one.

"C'mon, baby! C'mon, Angela!" he cried.

"Stick your tongue in my asshole while I go to town on these cunts. Do it, Angela!"

Angela knelt behind him and rammed her tongue into his asshole.

"Oh, yeah, oh, good, good, Angela! And when I come, you can eat this cunt. I'll watch and get it up again so I can fuck you! You're gonna be a well fucked wife from now on, Angela, baby! Just wait till you meet all the guys on my bowling team, baby. They're gonna love you! And I'm gonna love watchin 'em do it."