Francis E. Sterling III by all accounts considered himself to be a lucky man. Having moved from England to attend college in the United States he had been able to free himself from the confines of a stuffy traditional British heritage. Standing 5'-10", weighing 150 lbs. soaking wet, with a slight build, he was definitely not an imposing figure. Despite his pasty white skin color, he did have a few things going for him. At first he thought the biggest one was changing his feminine family name from Francis to Frank. But he quickly found out he was mistaken. He had a keen sense of humor, and his groomed jet-black hair coupled with his frosty blue eyes helped, but it was the British accent that put women over the edge. He liked to call it the James Bond affect. Physically there was no comparison, but he didn't intimidate women and they loved it when he talked.
Frank had his share of good times in college, majored in Economics, and then followed it up with an MBA, before heading off to Wall Street. He was determined to make it on his own and not rely upon the family fortune. When his parents had made a trip to visit during his junior year of college they were appalled at the social graces of the girls on campus and totally disapproved of the girl their son was dating at the time.
Frank worked 80 hours a week that first year setting a blistering pace at the meat grinding investment firm he had joined. Only the strongest survived and he wanted to be one of them. He had no time for social events, not that it would have mattered. While his accent had gotten him dates with girls and he always had a fun time with them, he never seemed to be able to get them into bed. Oh, a few had gone all the way, but unfortunately his slightly undersized 5-inch penis fit the name Francis more than Frank. The girl that he had dated the longest, 6 months told him she liked his size because it didn't hurt her to have sex with him and she felt it helped her retain her tightness. Frank had meekly thanked her, but it sure wasn't something to tell the guys about. After a year of working non-stop and winning all sorts of company awards, Frank found himself sipping a beer all alone and reflecting on his life. The money had come in, but it had flowed out just as quick. The high city rent and cost of living were almost too hard to keep up with. The sporty blue two-seater BMW convertible had been his big splurge and all he had to show for the countless hours he had put in on the job. His boss had been pissed the day he came in and announced he was leaving the firm. All the back slapping for being the number one rookie was gone. Now the only thing he got was a "good luck, asshole," and a door slamming behind his back.
Atlanta or hot-lanta, as everyone seemed to call it seemed like as good a place as any to settle. He had heard southerners were very hospitable and that southern women were great lookers. It was there that Frank still found himself 5 years later at age 30 daydreaming about his life and new wife. As much as Frank had his traditional British roots, Misty Lane was all southern belle. She had graduated from the University of Georgia, and oozed that sweet innocent Georgia peach look. Misty was petite at only 5'-3" and had full naturally blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Frank never saw her naked before they were married, but her matching blonde bush proved that she was a natural. Her deep golden tan was a stark contrast to his pale skin, but what amazed him daily was her tight compact body. Misty's full 34D tits seemed to defy gravity, as they jiggled back and forth while standing tall on her chest. Her small ass was amazing though in that it curved out with a slight bubble, almost seeming more appropriate on a young girl.
Frank felt it was a miracle that they had ever got together. He had taken a big pay cut to slow down and work at a small regional brokerage house and had bumped into her, literally, at The Varsity, a local greasy hamburger place at lunch. Knocking her drink out of her hand onto the floor had been the unintentional introduction. She had thought his accent and red-faced embarrassment was cute and six months later they were married.
Predictably, Frank's parents had been horrified upon meeting his young 21 year old fiancée' and the rest of her Bar-B-Qing southern family and were quick to point out that convicts were the ones who had originally settled in Georgia. On the side, his mother had gone so far as to intimate that they would cut him out of the family inheritance if he followed through with the marriage. Frank was too in love to care.
He thought back over the past six months and how they were still getting to know each other emotionally and physically. Frank quickly found out that Misty had a way of getting what she wanted, but in most cases he was willing to comply. Her cute button nose with a sprinkle of freckles and that disarming smile would make anyone melt. He thought back to the previous night.
"Francis honey, I want to be on top tonight!"
"That's quite all right my dear," Frank said as he rolled over onto his back.
Misty opened her full pouty lips while grabbing her husband's limp 3-inch penis between her fingers. The sight of her open mouth and the heat of her breath caused him to stiffen with his full 5-inch penis. Straddling his mid-section she held his dick up as she slowly lower her moist pussy down until he was fully inside her.
"Oooohh baby, you look ravishing," he cried out.
"Mmmmmmm, I like it this way," was her short reply, as she started thrusting her hips into him and then ever so slowly lifting herself up and down on his shaft. Frank looked up at her magnificent upturned tits, her nipples stiff and pointed, the aureoles rounded and puffy with little bumps highlighted around the tawny brown surface.
Misty lowered her chest down to his mouth.
"Suck my tits Francis...Ooooooh come on...please...suck 'em baby."
Frank didn't think he could hold out much longer with all the stimulus as she continued thrusting herself into him, her tight cunt pulling at his throbbing penis. Suddenly she pulled her tits away from his mouth with a pop and starting hopping up and down on his dick as fast as she could. Her tits bounced up and down frantically trying to keep up with her jerking movements.
"Oooooohhhhh Gahhhhhhhhhhd....I'm cummminnnnngggg," he shouted, spurting his load, as she continued bouncing up and down like a pogo stick.
"Not yet...honey...I'm not there yet,"
Frank felt his dick starting to wither as she tried to speed her movements up even further to keep him hard. "Nooooo honey...not yet...I haven't cum yet."
Frank felt the sting of her disappointment as she slowed down and the tightness of her cunt muscles pushed his slimy shriveled penis out of her hole.
"It's not fair!" she pouted rolling off him and laying dejected beside him.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You're too hot. I just need to get used to you so that I can last longer." "Well that doesn't help. You get to cum but I don't."
"Please honey, give me a break. Let me frig you with my finger and get you off."
"No! I don't want your finger, I can do that myself," she started icily. Then her voice changed to that sweat southern belle melody. "I want your tongue."
"I've never done that before honey, and besides I just came inside you."
"It's not my fault you're too fast on the trigger. If you want to have sex again this week then I better feel your tongue right now."
Misty spread her legs wide to accommodate her husband and grabbed the back of his head as he slowly lowered his face to her pussy. As she felt his tongue make contact with her clit she let out a low moan. More to encourage him than out of true excitement. "Ooooooooohhh yeahhhh baby ... that's it, don't be shy, get your whole mouth into it." The encouragement seemed to work as Frank started working his tongue up and down her wet lips, the mixture of her juices and his sperm starting to turn him on. Misty gripped his thick hair tightly and held his head firmly as she thrust her pussy up and down his face covering his chin, mouth and nose in their mixed fluids.
"Aaaaaahhhh I'm cumming," she screamed as she gave one last thrust onto his stiff tongue that was stuck up her pussy. Frank caught the sudden rush of fluid as it coated his tongue and ran down into his mouth. As she came down from her high, Misty knew that they'd need to do this more often.
Everything seemed be back to normal today as he kissed her prior to leaving for the office. "See you for lunch," she smiled while giving him that innocent yet seductive wink.
Frank was brought out of his trance by the boom of the intercom. "Mr. Sterling, your wife is here to see you."
