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CHAPTER THREE

"I'll eat in town tonight… gotta talk to a client," Dom said.

Angela nodded and buried her face back in the morning paper. It had been a quiet breakfast. Dom was obviously contrite after the previous night's rape, but Angela was having none of it.

The door had barely closed behind him when Angela saw the ad and nearly fell off her chair.

There it was, smack in the middle of the entertainment section. Barry Golden's picture. The ad said that he was appearing for one week only at the Barbary Coast Club. The article underneath the picture nearly made Angela faint as she read it. "Barry divorced… deserting Hollywood for the time being and returning to club work…"

It was too good to be believed, Angela leaped for the phone and made a reservation for that evening.

Like a madwoman, she dressed and headed for town. She shopped until she found just the right dress. Then came the full works at a beauty salon, then back home to dress.

Barry Golden would see her as a woman now. This time it would be different – for both of them.

She checked her image in the mirror. The gown was slit high on the sides. The slightest movement of her legs would show the beginning of her rounded ass. It was a sexy outfit, the neckline low enough to show a good portion of her luscious, firm tits. She had a fantastic figure, and she was proud of it. God had given her a body for pleasure, she reasoned, and she would utilize it to its fullest.

Then she was ready and it was time to go.

"Look out, Barry Golden. You won't even know what hit you!"

"Jesus, Angie, I couldn't believe it when I looked down at ringside and there you were!"

Angela smiled. He was as handsome and desirable as ever. The dark hair was just as thick and curly, the brown eyes still flashed sex at every woman in the room, and the well-muscled body moved like a cat under the expensively cut clothes.

He had barely finished his first set when his manager, Harry Mayberry, had come to the table and escorted Angela back to Barry's dressing room.

Now they sat on a couch, staring at each other and sipping champagne. Each time their eyes met, Angela could feel the old vibrations shudder through her body.

"I was sorry to hear about you and Sheila," Angela said, referring to the chorus girl he had married.

"Were you?"

"Not really," she laughed.

"And what about your marriage…?" Barry asked.

"What about it?"

Barry shrugged. "How's it going?"

"Not good… not bad," Angela replied.

"Now tell me really."

"It's baring, Barry. Downright, fucking boring."

He put his glass down and took hers as he moved closer to her on the sofa. "That's what I hoped you'd say."

Their lips met in a tongue-dueling kiss as he slid his hand into the slit at the side of her skirt. He pushed the skirt all the way to her lap, and his hand slid off her sleek hose to land on smooth, warm skin. His cock stiffened.

"Oh, baby, you feel so good!" he murmured. "Take me to bed," Angela breathed, "and you can feel me all over. I really need a man tonight, Barry, and the one I want is you."

Barry's mind reeled. Talk about an angel dropping straight out of heaven! This had to be his luckiest day of all time!

"Jesus, you really mean it, don't you?"

"You're damn right I mean it. Do you have time before your next set?"

"Shit, baby, I'll take the time! In here!" There was a smaller room with a bed where he could rest between sets, Angela followed him into it, both of them tugging on their clothes as they moved.

"Pour us two more drinks, will you, darling?" she asked as soon as they had closed the door behind them.

He complied, standing at the wide dresser that served as a bar. He had his back toward her. There was a mirror above the dresser, but he didn't look in it as he uncapped the bottle and poured the drinks.

Angela quickly dropped her dress to the floor, and when Barry turned to face her, holding the drinks, she was standing in the center of the room, wearing a lace-trimmed white bra and white panties edged with lace. Her bare thighs gleamed invitingly.

"Like me this way?" she asked teasingly, and turned, showing off her rounded, nylon-clad buttocks before she faced him again.

"Honey, you're terrific!" Barry growled, and his eyes told her he was ready to eat her alive right now.

If another girl had behaved this way – a girl who hadn't meant anything to him – she would have cheapened herself in his eyes. And while he might have fucked her and enjoyed it, he wouldn't have given her the time of day afterward.

But Barry could never regard Angela as cheap, no matter what she did. She knew that. And she knew, also, that if she really convinced him that he meant something to her, the sky would be the limit.

Angela took the drink from his hands, touched the glass against his, then raised her glass to her lips and took a sip. She kept watching him cozily. His eyes searched her up and down. He tried to be subtle about it, but Barry wasn't exactly the subtle type. Seeing her this way – in her panties and bra – was a dream come true. He practically devoured her with his eyes.

Angela set her glass down. "Want me to take off something else?" she teased.

Barry grinned. "Honey, you just do anything you like."

Still watching him, Angela reached behind her and unhooked the bra. She placed an arm across her tits to hold the cups in place, and with the other hand she slid the shoulder straps down her arms.

She drew out the suspense while Barry's gaze remained glued to her chest. Then she suddenly whipped the bra away, causing her naked breasts to leap and quiver. The sight was dazzling.

"Jesus," was all Barry could manage to say.

Angela laughed and waggled her shoulders from side to side, causing her tits to wobble deliciously, their soft flesh shimmying as her stiff nipples grew harder.

"Baby, I might never get to that next set."

"You will, then you'll be ready to go again!" She had one fleeting thought of Dom, but it quickly disappeared when Barry dropped his shorts and she saw the hardness of his ready cock.

She wouldn't stop now.

She hooked her fingers through the elastic of her panties. Her heart raced as she bared her cunt to his eyes.

"Oh, fuck," he growled. "It is indeed the promised land!"

His kiss was sweet, with tenderness and warmth in it. It was soft, a gentle delight that made Angela want to give rather than take. It was a kiss of the kind she had always dreamed of a kiss that was tender, considerate, giving pleasure without demanding anything in return.

But it was also a kiss that made her want to give. A great ball of tenderness welled up within her, bursting and leaving her weak.

"Hold me close, Barry," she whispered. "Take me… fuck me!"

They moved to the bed, and Angela wantonly pressed her beautiful, curvaceous softness into the hardness of his cock that thrust and strained against the sweat of her belly.

Suddenly, Barry turned her in his arms and crushed her to him, struggling to get the whole length of her pressed into his burning flesh.

His lips came down hard on hers, and his tongue met hers as it darted into the warm flesh of her lusting mouth. He tongue-fucked her for a long moment, his hands clutching at her soft asscheeks as he ground his cock against the lips of her yearning, hungry cunt.

"Oh, shit, I want you, baby," he moaned. "It's just like old times."

"I want you, too, Barry. I want your big, beautiful cock in me, just like those old days!"

Her arms went up and her hands found the back of his neck. She thrust herself into him, communicating her desire and her lust.

She felt his hands frantically kneading the smoothness of her ass. Then his hand crept slowly to her tit. She wriggled against him with delight as his palm cupped her luscious globe, rubbing against her nipple, arousing it to even greater erection. Her tits leapt to his mouth and he captured first one and then the other in his warm lips.

She had been moving her hands down his body as he sucked at her tits. She found and gripped his massive cock. It pressed, naked, against her belly, ready to fuck her when the moment was right. But still he didn't rush. He continued kissing her body all over, driving her wild with anticipation and desire.

He kissed her lips, drew a line down her neck to her tits. His tongue traced a hot circle around the throbbing nipples, making them ache with desire. Then his lips closed softly over them and Angela thrilled to the tugging sensation as he mouthed them eagerly.

She took his hand and guided it to her cunt. She gasped with delight as she felt his finger enter her seething slit. Roth her hands were busy working with eager lust, caressing his hot cock. Her head was swimming and she felt almost weak. A thousand things seemed to be happening inside her body at the same time. His huge, rigid dick pressing against the softness of her belly seemed to ignite a hundred tiny fires throughout her body. And the hardness of his body pressing against her sensitive tits made her tremble.

His tongue met hers, rubbing sensually against it and teasing her tauntingly. Then she felt his huge hand grasp the cheeks of her ass to begin rubbing her in slow, undulating grinding motions.

Then his head was moving down her body. "Want it?" he asked.

"Yes, yes! Eat me!" Angela gasped.

"Tell me how much you want it, baby. Let me hear it," he teased, massaging her clitoris very gently with his thumb as he stared up into her beautiful face.

"Oh, please!" she pleaded.

"Say it."

"Lick it! Please, lick my cunt until I come, darling! I want it… I need it!" she exploded, groaning under his manipulation of her blood engorged clitoris. She watched him smile, then drop his mouth to her aching crotch. His tongue flashed out and buried itself in the meat of her succulent pussy.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Angela moaned with sheer pleasure as the waves of passion began moving through her veins. Her chest heaved as she drew in deep breaths, and her heart was pounding crazily in her ears.

The beautiful wife felt a dozen new sensations sweep through her. It seemed as if the juices in her body were concentrated in her cunt and moving quickly from a simmer to a hard, fast boiling movement. Her tits were so hot she could swear they were ready to blow up.

"Oh! Oooooohhhhhhh!" she cried as a tiny earthquake rippled through her body. She felt as if she were going to explode.

"Okay, baby," Barry said softly, "how about a good fucking now? Are you ready to find out what this beautiful pussy of yours was created for?"

"Yes! OH, GOD, YES!" Angela cried. She was so aroused she could think of only one thing – gorgeous relief from the raving passion that held her so firmly and completely in its grip. Something inside her cried out that she was a woman and about to be fulfilled as a woman.

It's been Barry that I've needed all the time, Angela thought, and it'll be Barry I'll have!

Barry rammed forward, plugging the hot hole of her cunt with his meat.

Her response was electric. Now that he was in her, she wanted it all. "Beautiful cock! Big, thick, gorgeous cock! Fuck me with it! Give it to me! Ream out my fuck hole with that beautiful hunk of meat!"

Her legs parted, lifted, and she wrapped them around his lunging body. As his long, thick, hot prick speared her seething pussylips, she squeezed him with her legs and felt the pressure of his cock throughout her entire body.

Barry could feel her cunt closing over his cock and it was wonderful. The flesh inside her pussy was warm and slick as her juices sent their heat to his plunging tool. Her cunt was spectacular. It felt more like a suck than a fuck.

"Oh, darling, ram it home! Ram it home! I don't want this moment to ever end!"

"We're going to spend the whole night together, baby," Barry rasped, spearing his giant cock again and again into the depths of her hole, "And we're going to fuck and fuck and fuck!"

"Anything, darling, anything you want!" Angela gasped. "I'm all yours! Love me! Fuck me!"

Barry could hear her, but he didn't care what she said. All he wanted to do was shoot the most tremendous load possible. Her cunt was so much more fantastic than others he had fucked. His penetration was such that the feeling was absolutely electrifying.

Angela unwrapped her legs and dug her heels into the bed, raising her cunt more to his angle. He couldn't believe that his cock actually went deeper on each plunge. The angle also brought her clit into direct contact with his sliding, driving prick, and she knew she would soon be at the peak of her come.

She looked up at him, put her arms around his neck and pulled herself up. She kissed him, pressing herself to him and rubbing herself up and down his hard, lean body while his cock worked faster and faster inside her fuck hole.

She gasped and clutched him. He grabbed her arms and pushed them down beside her body while he thrust into her as hard as he could. He was grunting and straining, tense with desire. His heavy, fat prick made wet sluicing sounds as he drove it in and out, in and out of her clutching hole. His thighs smacked against her ass. She twisted and writhed beneath him, her eyes closed, teeth biting into her lower lip.

He could sense her rising excitement and controlled it with the thrusts of his prick. He watched her face as she came nearer and nearer to orgasm. He thrust deeper and still harder.

Then he reached down and inserted his little finger in her asshole and worked it around, feeling his prick moving in and out just the other side of the delicate membrane that separated the two openings.

He reached around and under her with both hands, catching her asscheeks, one in his left hand and one in his right. He was panting hard, smacking his pelvis against her bone as hard as he could. He fucked her deeper and still deeper as he squeezed and kneaded her big ass.

"Don't stop!" she suddenly cried. "Oh, please don't stop! I'm there… there!"

And then, as he pushed into her still harder, her words turned to formless cries and she had her climax. Great spasms shook her body as she came. Sweat rolled off her, and her hair dangled over her contorted face. She collapsed, crying and moaning. It was what Barry needed. With a few final thrusts he felt his own passion reach its limits. The dam broke and his cum spurted into her cunt in great globs.

He groaned loudly as the last drop of jism left him. Then he sat back on his heels, his shrinking prick slipping from her cunt.

Angela fell over on her side, her tits still heaving as she breathed in quick, shallow gasps and stared up at him.

Suddenly a wide grin spread across her beautiful, glistening face. "Now that's what I call fucking!"

"Yeah," Barry panted, "it sure was. How's it feel to fuck a star, baby?"

"I'll let you know after the next one," she giggled.

"Good enough for me," he grinned. "It'll be a short set, believe me!"

Angela could feel the juices of her pussy soaking through her skirt. It had been a short set, all right. And right after it, Barry had hustled her to his car and off they went toward his hotel.

She realized it was late. Dom would be wondering where the hell she was.

She didn't care. The hell with Dom.

She turned in the car and faced Barry. "You know, of course, that this is crazy."

"Shit, baby, that's the idea. Wild and crazy, doing what we want to do when we want to do it. Isn't it? Come on, Angie, sweetheart, get my prick out and suck it, tickle it with your tongue!"

She couldn't help the powerful emotions Barry fired inside her cunt, and before she actually realized what she was doing, her hand had moved to the front of his swelling pants, opened the fly and was moving inside his shorts to clasp his hot, hardening dick.

Gently she brought it out to the sound of his little gasps, then dropped her eyes to absorb the cock's long thickness. She eased back its heavy foreskin, exposing the moist cockhead and the drops of pre-cum oozing from the tiny slit.

She giggled. "I've never sucked a guy's dick in a moving car before!"

"You don't know what you've been missing!" Barry said, screeching around a corner.

Angela bent her head under his arm, between his body and the steering wheel, and licked her warm tongue over his cockhead, wiping away the cum drops with its tip.

"Ohhh, shit, yeah, Angie baby! Oh, fuck, that's delicious!" Barry croaked. "Give my prick a good sucking while I find us a place to park!"

Recklessly, with his left hand on the wheel and his right caressing her tits while she sucked his cock, he maneuvered the car at break-neck speed. He wheeled into the hotel parking lot and the big car rocked to a stop.

"Jesus," he rasped, raising her head up off his hardened prick and staring into her lust-filled eyes. "I swear, baby, no one can suck a dick like you can!"

Angela threw her arms around his neck and clasped her soft lips to his while he searched her mouth with his tongue.

"I love you, Barry," she whispered hoarsely.

"Yeah, sure, baby," he managed, pressing her back into the corner of the seat and spreading her long, shapely legs apart. "Yeah, I love you, too, but right now I've got to fuck you!"

"Oh, darling, yes, I want you to fuck me! But wait, let me help you!"

She had sucked his dick into a hammering hardness and now, as he watched her raise her dress up around her waist, lift her asscheeks slightly and begin to roll her sheer nylon panties down over her naked hips and thighs, he thought he'd blow his mind. Shit, she was too much.

"Jesus!" he gasped, gazing down at the teasing pussy that she had completely exposed to him by spreading her white, raised thighs wide. "You wanna go to the room?"

"Yes," she smiled, "right after you fuck me in the car."

"First I want to taste this sweet pussy," he murmured in her ear. "I want to love it and lick it and tongue-fuck it until you're screaming for more."

Angela moaned aloud. "Yes… take it… it's yours, take it!"

He leaned forward, kissing her navel and tickling it with his tongue.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, tensing her muscles against him. Her hands slid through his hair, pulling him even closer to her.

His lips traveled down her warm belly and nuzzled in the curly fur of her pussy. He used both thumbs to press the center of her cunt open. He widened the crack. Pink lips peeled back to reveal their inner shell, scalloped membranes of a much deeper pink. His nose was assaulted with a heavy perfume.

Angela groaned and rammed her crotch against his face, burying his nose in her pussy hair and getting herself a deeply planted kiss well inside the soft, wet lips of her cunt.

"Mmmmmm…" he groaned, kissing her inner lips again.

Angela grunted at, the feel of his warm tongue slipping in and out of her moist hole. His stabbing tongue flogged her quivering clit until her belly shivered and fluttered.

She couldn't hold still. Her whole body was writhing and twisting under his hands and tongue. Thrills surged through her, and an uncontrollable rapture and need for release was rising in her drooling cunt.

"Oh, Barry, Barry, honey, please… please put your beautiful cock inside me! I need it, honey… I need to feel it pounding in my cunt!"

In answer to her pleas, Barry started licking harder and harder at her clit. Beneath his tongue the erect, slippery little nub swiveled and pounded with her pulse. It rolled elusively. Her fingers dug into him and her head rocked back and forth on the car seat; every breath she took was a sighing sob.

"Now, please… now! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Barry clamped down hard on her clit with his tongue and his teeth, Angela had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from shrieking as she came and came, shuddering all over in a violent release that had her jerking and bucking with the violence of her orgasm.

She was still coming, panting and flowing inside, when Barry scrambled up and onto her. One swift jerk of his hips sent his great, throbbing cock deep into the hairy slit of her cunt.

"Aaaggghhh!" she cried, convulsing.

He fucked in and out of her slippery pussy with hard, fast strokes that made his inflated balls slap loudly against the crease of her ass.

Angela was so wet and open that his prick slid smoothly in and out of her clasping cunt, swimming in her warmth, rolling from side to side. She put her legs up at his side, locked her feet behind his powerful back to feel his prick as deeply as possible.

Barry fucked into her as deep and as hard as he could. She rolled her hips up to him again and they came together. He hunched in and out quickly, sliding deep into her cunt with his massive cock until the car echoed with her moans of pleasure and pain, and she bucked her cunt up hard against his pummeling meat.

"Ohhhh, shiiiit… that'll do it! I'm gonna come!" he yelled, dropping his weight onto her. Then with several convulsive swift thrusts of his hips, he shot his hot cum into her stuffed hole. Stream after stream of the creamy juice poured into her seething pussy. The sensation filled Angela with ecstasy and triggered yet another come in her.

"Again! I'm coming again!" she wailed, her whole body spasming as orgasm shook her.

She couldn't get enough of his fantastic cock and she viciously slammed herself upward, her mouth wide open, cum dripping out of her hole. His pubic hairs were soaked with her cream as he kept up his relentless attack on her pussy, driving into her hard and deep, until the last drop of his jism had shot into her cunt.

Angela felt as though she had been coming for days. Her head rested on the car seat as she heaved her ass up and down, squeezing his big prick with her strong cunt muscles.

His balls squirted once again before they hung loose and empty. He slowed his pace until he stopped altogether. She lay under him, glorying in the wonderful fuck. Pleasure and deep-felt satisfaction covered her like a cocoon.

"C'mon," Barry rasped. "Don't even put your panties on. Let's get into the suite. There isn't room in the car for what I wait to do next."

"What's that?" Angela said, her head dizzy from the hugeness of her comes.

"Fuck my dick up your asshole!"

Angela smiled into the grayness of the early morning light sifting into the room. Beside her, Dom snorted. It had been nearly dawn when she had finally crawled from Barry's bed and made her way home.

Dom had been sound asleep when she had entered the room, undressed, and slipped into the bed. She thought briefly of taking a shower. Her cunt was full of Barry's cum, and it was leaking. But the hell with it. She really didn't care if her husband caught her any more. It had been worth it.

Barry had been wonderful. Her asshole was sore as hell, but that didn't bother her either. He had actually made her come by fucking her rear hole. It had been fantastic!

And afterward, they had lain together and Barry had told her all the things she wanted to hear. She could remember the words almost as if he were there at that moment, lying between her and Dom, whispering in her ear…

"You've always been the one, Angie… you don't know how much I still feel for you… we gotta do this again before I leave. Hell, every night, if you can get away from your asshole husband!" She rolled over, away from Dom, and closed her eyes.

She'd get away from her asshole husband, all right. And she'd find some way to do it every night!

She fell into a deep, blissful sleep, dreaming of Barry Golden's cock filling all of her holes at once.