Dani just couldn't keep her fingers away from her pussy. She'd been waiting all day for him and she was growing more desperate by the minute. She closed her eyes and pushed her fingers between her swollen labia, groaning as she imagined his thick cock sliding into her welcoming cunt and tapping the back of her womb like a battering ram. "God damn," she whispered to herself. Where the fuck is he? God damn it...I need to get a grip. She realized that she was losing it. But deep inside, she really didn't care.
Danielle Thompson still hadn't come to a point where she could fully accept the transformation that had occurred in her life. She hadn't exactly been a saint all her years. Even after she married, she couldn't keep from straying. But nothing had ever been like this. All she could think of, every minute of every day, was getting his cock inside her body. She had become insatiable, fucking him every chance she could. She lied to her husband...she lied to her friends...creating any excuse she could to sneak away and fuck him. To say she was out of control was the understatement of the century. In the beginning, at least she had been discrete...cautious to a fault. But now, all caution was gone. She had become his whore. But, she didn't care.
Where the fuck is he? God, she was wet. The slurping, sucking sounds began to get louder as she pumped her fingers harder...in and out...in and out. Her hips began to rise up to meet her hand. Where in the fuck is he?
Suddenly her body tensed...light suddenly poured into the basement from the doorway at the top of the stairs. It closed as quickly as it had opened and once again, only the small lamp near the sofa lighted the room. Finally... As he grew closer, the details began to form, transforming him from a shadow into the reality she needed. "God, where have you been, Baby?" Toby looked down at her and grinned as he began to remove his clothing.
"The bitch needed some dick tonight, so I just had to do my duty," he crudely replied, drawing the words out slowly as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He grinned down at her as he slid his boxers off his hips, leaving him completely naked.
"You bastard," she hissed. "You fucked that bitch before you came to...?" Before she could finish the back of his hand struck her cheek and snapped her head to the side. She swallowed the last word then looked back up at him, rubbing the side of her face to ease the stinging. "I'm sorry, Baby...please. I know she's your wife but I just can't help it... I'm just a jealous old bitch."
"Then get down there, Baby," he urged sweetly, his mood changing quickly. "Get down here and suck my dick...It's fresh from the oven," he taunted. "Come on, baby, you know love the taste of pussy." She glared up at him then spit on his cock. The second slap was harder from the first. "Don't fuck with me, woman," he warned. He reached out, grabbed her hair and ruthlessly pulled her off the sofa, forcing her onto her knees, her mouth inches from his stiffening manhood. "Now suck...like the good little whore you are."
He pulled her face a little closer, letting the sticky head rub over her cheek. It smelled like cunt and cum and ass. That bastard fucked her ass and didn't even bother to wash his dirty cock...that filthy fuck. Her pussy got even wetter. She tried to pull her head away, but he yanked it back into place. God knows I want to suck his cock. But he has to make me. Fuck...this is sick...wanting to suck a dirty cock...coated with some other bitch's ass and pussy juices.
She remembered a time when she had limits...not many, but there had been a line. But each day, the sexual path they followed became more twisted. Each time they fucked, the more sordid things became...there was nothing she wouldn't do...and he knew it. It had come slowly, an almost imperceptible drifting into the dark side. It became part of their game to see how far they could go... how much he would take...how much she would give. His domination slowly grew with each submissive act until it finally happened. She knew she was his slave...he knew he was her master. Though they hadn't yet dared to say the words, they both knew they would. Sucking his filthy cock would just be one more vile and depraved thing she would do to please him. She would love it. And because he "made" her do it, it completed the circle.
His meat hung there, like a thick piece of rope with a huge knot tied at the end. She had measured it once. Hard, it measured nearly twelve inches...twelve inches of gnarled and veined meat that satisfied her hungry holes like nothing she had ever experienced. She was addicted to his cock...addicted to fucking him. But that would have to wait for a moment. She wanted something else...the taste of his meat in her mouth.
The third slap was even harder. Goddamn, that hurt like a motherfucker. Her pussy began to drip as the heat built up inside her belly. He's in a goddamn mood. Shit...I'll show this fucker. She moved her mouth directly in front of his cock and breathed deeply, letting the pungent fragrance fill her lungs. Shit...that bitch smells good.
