Bad Mob Deal

Richie had been a low level mob guy for a long time, but he’d never really gotten along with them.  They tolerated him more than anything because he was good at doing what needed to be done.  For his work he was moderately rewarded, enough to get by, and it had gotten him a pretty woman, Valerie.

For her part, Valerie cared about Richie, but knew he wasn’t going anywhere.  It was a comfortable enough life with him though.  She wasn’t sure how he was able to provide so well, but she figured he was doing something shady behind the family’s back.

Valerie had just bought a new sun dress and was wearing it around the apartment.  She liked the thinness of the fabric, how it really showed off her cleavage, and with nothing on benath how it highlighted her incredible body.  Richie was wearing something crummy and watching tv.  There was a knock on the door, so she went to answer it.  Right as she opened the door someone on the other side shoved it open and knocked her back.

She landed on her ass, her legs fell apart, and the two men standing in the doorway could see right up her dress to her pussy.  Richie jumped up in surprise, reaching for the gun he kept nearby, but it wasn’t fast enough.  The two guys in the door already had guns out, one on Valerie and one on Richie.

Richie knew both guys, one was Big Tony the underboss, the other was his right hand Thug though Richie didn’t know his name.  The Thug picked Valerie up off the floor and threw her down on the couch, Tony closed on Richie.  "Well Richie", Tony said, “You thought we wouldn’t find out?”

“Uh… no?”, Richie replied nervous and unsure what the correct answer was.

“You stupid mook”, Tony was obviously upset, “They sent us to take care of you.”

“Hey!”, Valerie shouted from the couch.  She was obviously upset about being knocked down and was never one to shy away from conflict.  "You got a big god damned mouth.“

Richie got more nervous, he didn’t think that was possible.  "What did you say?”, Tony turned on her incredulous.

“I said you got a big fucking mouth”, Valerie sat up straight, defiant.

“Honey”, Richie said to her, “Don’t say things like that to Big Tony.”  The last thing he needed was his woman antagonizing the guy that was here to inflict pain.

Tony looked at Richie with a look of pure disbelief on his face.  The thug switched places with Tony, now standing by Richie’s chair and tv, pointing his gun at Richie’s head.  Tony was standing in front of Valerie as she sat on the couch, his gun loosely pointed at her.

“Why do they call you Big Tony?”, Valerie asked mockingly, “Cause of your big mouth?”

“Why do they call me Big Tony?”, he replied, “No honey, it ain’t my mouth.”

“Oh”, she didn’t seem phased at all, “So you got a big dick or something?”

Tony and his thug laughed, but Richie shifted uncomfortably.  "Yeah honey", Tony answered.  "You got a real fire cracker of a wife here Richie.“

"I don’t believe it”, Valerie said, “Guys like you usually have little dicks.  All talk, no action.”

“What?”, again Tony couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Don’t taunt him”, Richie pleaded nervously.

Both Tony and his thug looked at Richie angrily, “I came here to deal with you and I will”, Tony threatened Richie, “But first I’m going to deal with this bitch here.”  He turned his attention back to Valerie sitting in front of him.  "You got a hot piece of ass here Richie.  How big are your titties honey?“

"34 D”, she smiled and pushed her cleavage together with her arms.  "How big is your cock?“

Tony reached down and unzipped his pants, reached in and whipped out his dick.  It was huge, and still limp.  When hard it would be almost as long as Valerie’s forearm and as thick as her wrist.  "Big enough?”, he asked teasingly.

“I’ve seen bigger”, she smirked.  Tony looked over at RIchie with a smile on his face.  "Not him though", she said looking at her husband.

“Your woman needs to be taught a lesson”, Tony said.

“You ain’t man enough to give it to me”, she retorted.  He looked back at her, more serious this time.

“Alright honey, you asked for it”, he reached out and grabbed her face in his hand, squeezing tight.  "You want Big Tony’s dick?“

"Nope”, she replied through squished lips.

“We’ll see about that”, Tony said.  He shoved her back on the couch, dropped to his knees in front of her, roughly shoved her legs wide apart, and threw the skirt of her dress up exposing her bare pussy.  Then he darted his head forward and stuck his tongue into her snatch.  Valerie jumped in response, but smiled down at the top of Tony’s head.  Tony let out a moan of pleasure as he started flicking his tongue up and down her clit while his hands rubbed her thighs.

“Tony”, Richie pleaded uncomfortably, “That ain’t right Tony.”

“Shut up”, Tony said bringing his head up for a second.

As he stuck a finger in her pussy she said, “Yeah, shut up and let the man work Richie.”  She started moaning and grinding her hips in response to Tony’s furious tongue and exploring hands.  He rubbed her thighs, fingered her pussy, sucked on her clit, and did all he could to make her cum.  It didn’t take long before Valerie exploded in orgasm, her hips rising up off the sofa and pressing into Tony’s face, her body quivering, and her moans reaching peak volume.

When she finished cumming Tony stood up, holding onto her ankles, keeping her bare legs held up and her heels high in the air.  As he hovered his hard dick over her he asked, “now do you want Big Tony’s big dick?”, looking down at her.

“Nope”, Valerie said with a smile.

“Tony man…”, Richie whimpered.

Without looking at him Tony yelled, “Shut up Richie!”

“Yeah”, Valerie added, “Shut up Richie.”

“You’re going to get my dick”, Tony said, “And you’re going to tell me you want it.”  He grabbed a handful of Valerie’s hair and pulled her up so her head was level with his massive cock.  "Now suck it, get me real slick so I can fuck you good.“  Without hesitating she opened her mouth and sucked on the head of his dick.  She wasn’t able to get more than that in her tiny mouth, so she worked as much of his shaft as she could with her tongue.

Occassionally she would suck on the head, but whenever there was precum about to drip she’d use her hands to rub it along his shaft.  Tony pulled the top of her dress down and her tits hung free for him to fondle.  When his dick was glistening with her saliva and his precum he shoved her back on the couch and said, "Alright honey, now tell me you want my dick.”

“I want your dick”, she replied, “Give me Big Tony’s big dick.”

“This ain’t right man…”, Richie whined again.  The thug standing next to Richie smacked him in the head with the butt of the pistol and gave a stern look.  Richie was sitting at perfect level to see the hard-on pressing against the thug’s pants, we was obviously enjoying the show and didn’t want interruptions.

“Alright bitch”, Tony said positioning the head of his shaft at the opening to Valerie’s pussy.  With a thrust of his hips the head of his cock disappeared inside her.  She let out a yelp as his size penetrated her.  "Here it comes", he started thrusting in and out, getting deeper on each stroke.  "You like that?“

Valerie moaned and nodded in response.  She started bucking her hips to match Tony’s fucking motions, their bodies coming together as his whole length slammed inside her.  "That’s so fucking good”, she moaned.

“I want you to tell your loser husband”, Tony commanded.

“His dick is so good baby”, she looked at Richie.  "He makes me feel good.“  Richie looked down, head in his hands, trying to hide his eyes.  Her moans increased in volume and frequency as she came, there was no way to escape the sounds of his wife getting fucked.  They changed positions on the couch and he had to look, Valerie was now kneeling with Tony behind her.

With a hard thrust Tony shoved his cock into her tight pussy.  As they fucked her tits swayed beneath her causing her nipples to rub against the fabric of the couch.  Another orgasm caused her to scream, "so fucking good!”

“Tell him”, Tony grabbed one handful of her hair and the dress still bunched around her waist.  He saw that Richie wasn’t watching so he instructed the thug, “make him watch, don’t let him look away.”

“Baby he’s making me cum”, she moaned at her husband.  "Oh I love the way he grabs my hair and just takes control.“  Another orgasm rose in her as Tony held her in place and fucked her harder and faster.

"You’ve got a hot bitch”, Tony said, “watch as I make her mine.”  Using her hair, he pulled her off the couch and onto her knees in front of him, with a few quick jerks his cock spewed a load of cum onto her face and tits.  They both laughed as she licked the cum off herself and without thinking she wrapped her lips around Tony’s dick that was hanging in front of her face.

“Looks like she wants another go”, he teased as his dick started to get hard again.  "Take him out", he instructed the thug while motioning to Richie.  The thug got Richie to his feet and forced him from the apartment at gun point.  As they were leaving Richie was able to hear, “You want Big Tony to fuck your ass this time?”, and Valerie’s muffled yes around the dick in her mouth.

Amateur Night at the Strip Club

The small town right on the state line had one strip club, it was intended to draw visitors from the neighboring states.  The club was always searching for new women that wanted to strip, and the club did alright, but to find new potential strippers they had an amateur night contest.  There was a cash prize for the top three, plus the women could keep whatever tips they earned.

There was a big crowd that night, a lot of men from across the state line, and the owner was pleased to notice a lot of local housewives had shown up without their husbands.  Likely they were just curious to see the place in action, but he knew that he’d be able to get them to dance.  At the start of the contest the announcer told the crowd, “Alright, in this state full nudity is allowed, so everything is coming off!  And any ladies that want an opportunity to win the prize money, come up here and put your name on the list!”

Two of the regular dancers got things started as the first few amateurs signed their names to the list.  The owner could see groups of ladies, obviously housewives that knew each other, encouraging women from their groups to sign up.  Any reluctance the women had was likely overcome by the hundreds of dollars in tips the professionals were making, the thousands of dollars in prize money, and the alcohol.

Linda was wearing a conservative sweater and long skirt.  Though she didn’t feel sexy, or quite know what to do, she tried her best at wiggling her body seductively.  Her timid feelings started to melt away as the crowd of women cheered her on and the men adjusted the lumps in the fronts of their paints.  So she unbuttoned her sweater and let it fall on the stage.  Then she slid her skirt down and off.  She was standing there wearing her plain bra and panties, flesh colored stockings, sensible shoes, and wedding ring.

Men near the stage starting waving money at her, asking Linda to remove more of her clothing.  Simulating the professional strippers that had come before she faced away from the crowd, unhooked her bra, and let it fall away while covering her breasts with her hands.  Turning back to face the crowd Linda knelt down and snapped dollars out of men’s hands while she shook her breasts in their face. Her shyness prevented her from going any farther.  So she tucked the bills into the tops of her stockings before gathering up her clothes and sneaking off stage.

Erica was the next housewife on the list.  A bit of a wild woman she stripped off her blouse and skirt almost immediately.  She’d worn a thong with lacy garter, stockings, and bra.  One guy seemed eager to give her some money.  So she sat on the stage in front of him and spread her legs giving him a close view of her thong covered pussy.  Once he stuck some money under her garter Erica took her bra off and waved it in his face before throwing it on the stage behind her.

She moved to another guy that was holding up money for her.  After crawling over on her hands and knees she wiggled her ass in his face, only the string of the thong preventing him from seeing everything.  The man gave her a bill for the view, but Erica wanted more.  So she hooked her thong and slid it off, exposing her ass and pussy for half the room to see.  That prompted the man to slip more bills into her garter.  One last prance around the stage while exposed allowed her to scoop up her clothes and money on the stage before she exited.

Leanne was the last housewife to dance, but she’d come prepared to win.  For a few minutes she danced around the stage and the pole slowly removing her secretary-style outfit.  Beneath she was wearing a cup-less bra which showed off her perky tits nicely, crotch-less panties which provided a view of her shaved pussy, and high heels that accentuated her legs.

It was quite easy for her to collect money from the men around the stage, even without taking anything else off.  That didn’t stop her though.  She spent extra time on stage removing her skimpy lingerie all while earning extra money.  Every time she took off a piece of clothing it seemed the men would throw more money at her.  When she was down to her heels she collected everything and left the stage.

The owner rounded up the amateur ladies that had danced during the contest and got them onto stage wearing what they’d stripped down to at the end of their dances.  To end the contest they paraded around the stage one last time as the crowd applauded.  Money was handed out to the winners and then all the ladies went backstage with the owner.  Backstage the owner explained that any of the amateur ladies that wanted jobs could have them, and if they wanted to make some more money they could do private lap dances that night.

Linda, Erica, and Leanne were the only housewives that expressed interest in performing private dances, the money was too enticing.  It didn’t take long to find men that wanted to join the amateur wives in the back booths for some private action.

At first Linda wasn’t sure what to do.  The guy sat in the chair at the back of this small booth, she shut the door so they were alone, and he handed her money.  She barely had any idea what a lap dance was, but she figured she’d wiggle her body in his face and see if he liked that.  Quickly the man removed her bra and groped her tits.

Linda wasn’t sure if that was allowed, but the man had paid and she figured that meant he could touch her where he wanted.  His exploring hands got her aroused, and when one of his hands dipped to her pantie covered pussy she almost came.  So when he asked her to remove her panties she obliged.  When she returned to sit on his lap she found he’d freed his dick from his pants.

Wanting to give the man his money’s worth Linda placed her now bare pussy against the man’s shaft.  As she rubbed up and down, the man sucked on her tits and licked at her nipples.  The wetness and physical sensations were getting Linda off, and as she had an orgasm she pressed herself down onto the man.  He continued to buck his hips and that caused him to orgasm, spewing his cum onto his own chest.

Though she’d never given a lap dance, Erica suspected the guy in the chair in front of her was too busy looking at her exposed tits, pussy, and ass to care.  This stranger had paid her hundreds of dollars for the lap dance, so she was going to try her best.  As she rubbed her ass against his lap, she could feel the hard lump of his cock, and she positioned herself so that she was rubbing her pussy lips up and down the length.  'Might as well get some pleasure out of this if I can’, she thought, ‘not that the money isn’t enough’.

An orgasm came quickly, the thrill of the evening finally climaxing inside her.  The feel of a stranger’s cock parting her pussy lips was enticing.  It must have been obvious that she’d cum because the man asked, “Now that you’d had one, how about me?”  Erica realized immediately what he meant when he slid down his zipper, pulled his dick from his pants, and pointed his hard shaft toward her face.

“I don’t know about that”, she answered playfully.  The man had a beautiful cock and she was quite intrigued to feel someone other than her husband.  Without a word the man produced a bundle of money and held it out toward Erica.  Realizing this man was paying her for sex, that he considered her a whore, made her feel dirty and more aroused.

Taking the money she dropped her knees in front of the man, intent on getting his shaft slick with her mouth so she could feel him inside her ready pussy.  It must have been too much for him because his orgasm came very quickly.  Erica didn’t want to disappoint, 'He paid good money after all’, so she kept her mouth firmly affixed to his dick and swallowed every drop of his cum.  Feeling less than satisfied she left him to clean up and went in search of another man.

Leanne was enjoying giving her lap dance, the guy was hot and she was horny.  As she rubbed against him he put his hands on her tits, grabbing two handfuls and squeezing.  While she wasn’t sure he was supposed to do that, it felt really good so she didn’t resist.  After a few minutes she was becoming more turned on, and as she faced him he licked her nipples.  She knew that wasn’t allowed, so she pulled away and stopped him.  "I’ve got more money", he said.  "I’ll give you this", he held out a roll of bills, “if you let me keep going.”

Taking the money Leanne thumbed through the roll, it was many hundreds of dollars.  'This guy’s going to give me all this money just to lick my tits?’, she thought.  "Okay", she said.  It would be stupid to turn down that kind of money, even if she wasn’t married.  After she stuffed the money in her purse, she climbed back onto his lap and stuck her tits in his face.

He ground his cock against her, rubbing himself through his pants against her pussy.  After a minute of sucking on her tits she was losing control and stood up.  The man looked puzzled, even a bit upset, until she reached down and undid his pants and slid them down.  She couldn’t help herself, Leanne needed to see and feel his dick.

His dick was large.  'Larger than my husband’s’, the thought aroused her.  At first she used her hands to feel his size and warmth.  When that wasn’t enough anymore she used her mouth, feeling him stuff her face and push into her throat.  He just sat and fondled her tits while she sucked his cock.

When that was no longer satisfying she stood and lowered her pussy onto his slick shaft.  They both moaned as he entered her.  This stranger’s cock inside her, filling her pussy like it had never been, was the culmination of an already erotic evening and Leanne orgasmed.  She clenched tight as she bounced up and down on his big dick.

It didn’t take long before the man came too.  He grabbed her hips, pulled her down tight to his lap, and filled her with his cum.  Leanne felt wild and uncontrolled, a stranger was filling her pussy with his spunk like he owned her, like only her husband had done before.  As the realization of what she was doing hit her she fell into another orgasm.

The owner of the club watched everything from his office, the cameras feeding into multiple computer monitors.  Amateur night was a success, he knew he’d found some new dancers.  Even if they weren’t willing to do it for the money or the sex, he had recording that he could use for persuasion.

A Ride on the Train

Elizabeth and her husband had been struggling since the economy was down.  They’d both been working longer hours, the bank accounts had less money, and their private life was strained because of it.  As a cost saving measure they’d started commuting together, which meant more time to be stressed and angry with each other in the mornings.

One evening she had to work late and her husband was stuck in traffic on the far side of town.  After a brief fight over the phone she said, “Fine, I’ll just take the train home.”  She’d never had to take the train before, so when she bought her tickets she got directions on which trains took her to which parts of town.

Once on the train platform she noticed it was mostly empty, ‘probably the time of night’, she thought.  For safety she moved to the end of the platform away from everyone else.  The train arrived a few minutes later and she stepped into the last car.  Elizabeth was the only one to get in that particular car.  She was so tired she didn’t look to see if anyone else was there, instead she just grabbed a seat as the train took off.

A minute later she noticed there were two people at the other end of the car, what appeared to be a man and a woman.  Though she couldn’t tell from where she was sitting, Elizabeth thought they were having sex.  The woman appeared to be sitting on the man’s lap gyrating her hips back and forth.  When the woman made eye contact Elizabeth turned away, embarrassed at the realization that she’d been staring and got caught.

Moments later she looked back up and there was no doubt that the couple was having sex.  The woman’s breasts were exposed, the man was grabbing at them, and she was vigorously bouncing up and down on his lap.  Elizabeth moved to another seat at the opposite end of the car, trying to hide away from the show, but she couldn’t help but see and hear what was happening.

The couple was obviously enjoying being watched, the woman’s moans increased and their fucking motions grew more intense.  Despite herself, Elizabeth found her pussy was wet.  She’d been fighting with her husband so long they’d not had sex in a long time, and the blatant sexual display before her was arousing.  Without thinking about it her hand slid beneath her skirt and started teasing her pussy.

An orgasm flowed from her hand through her clit and into her body.  The couple noticed and both stared.  Elizabeth came back to her senses feeling better than she had in a while.  Realizing what she’d done she straightened her clothes and looked around.  There were other people in the car, two men.  'They must have gotten on at the last stop’, she thought.

While the couple at the other end of the car continued to fuck, one of the men approached Elizabeth.  Nervous and not sure what to do, she froze as the man sat next to her.  He put one hand on her leg and started pushing her skirt up.  The other man moved in front of the couple, took his dick out of his pants, and started stroking his hard-on right in front of them.

Elizabeth was shocked.  The man sitting next to her kept exploring with his hands, one now groping her tit through her shirt and the other all the way up to her panties.  As he started fondling her he called out to the other man, “Hey, this cunt’s hot and ready!”

His friend groped the bouncing tits of the woman fucking, while still stroking his cock, and replied, “Be right there, get her going.”

“Now wait”, Elizabeth said.  "What the hell are you doing?“, she demanded on the man sitting next to her as he continued to feel her up.

"Rules of the train”, the strange man replied.  "The first car is for women only, but the last car is for women looking for a good time.  Being in here is consent for anything.“  Stunned but aroused she looked around for an exit while he worked a hand under her bra and inside her panties.  Her fear and desire to flee was slowly being overcome by a deeper sexual desire.

Mindlessly she watched as the couple continued to fuck, the man standing in front of them sucked on the woman’s tits and jerked his cock, and all three people seemed to be enjoying it.  Fingers worked their way into her pussy while the man tweaked her nipple, it was becoming quite enjoyable.  Her hands moved on their own, one to play with her free breast and the other to the man’s hard dick.

As she worked to free him from his pants he was slowly undoing her clothes, her shirt falling open and her skirt around her waist.  Elizabeth barely noticed when the train stopped again.  The other woman got off the train as she straightened her clothes, and the other two men in the car moved to where Elizabeth was seated as the train started moving again.

By the time they reached her the adjacent stranger’s pants were down and she was stroking his cock.  Rather than feeling afraid or even timid, she was intrigued at what it would be like to be with three men.  'Three complete strangers’, she thought.  'What would my husband possibly say?  Serves him right for treating me like crap and making me take the train.’

One of the men knelt between her legs and started eating her pussy, the second man stood beside her and stuck his cock in her mouth, while she continued to jerk the dick of the man sitting next to her.  The situation had her incredibly excited and she orgasmed almost instantly.  'Wow, that guy really knows how to eat pussy’, she thought.

Elizabeth started to lose track of what was happening, unable to focus on anything before the pleasures coursing through her body.  The tongue and fingers in her pussy were replaced by a hard cock.  Her hands and mouth moved to whichever dick was closest.  'I can’t believe this’, she thought, 'Three hard cocks all for me.’  Another orgasm took her as she had the thought.

When the cock in her pussy started filling her with cum she clenched tight, heightening his pleasure and hers.  "Fuck, I’m cumming again”, Elizabeth realized she’d said it instead of thinking it only once the words had escaped her.

A man stood her up, turned her around, and slid his shaft inside her.  As he started fucking her from behind a dick appeared in front of her face and she started sucking.  It didn’t take long before the guy she was blowing started cumming, and with his hands gripping her head tightly she had no choice but to swallow his entire load.

Her orgasms were coming more frequently now, the reality of what she was doing adding to her arousal.  When the third cock exploded, the man emptying his load into her twat, she thought that was it.  Looking around revealed there were two new men in the car and the original man missing.  'The train must have stopped and I didn’t notice’, she thought.

The two new men took the place of the last two.  One sat down and pulled her well-lubed pussy onto his upright cock.  It was bigger than any she’d had and the tightness of it made her cum immediately.  A hard dick popped into her mouth and she started sucking.  Someone was sucking on her tits, a hand was rubbing her clit, two dicks were penetrating her, Elizabeth lost track of it all.

At one point she was sitting on a guy’s cock while he sucked her tits.  A new man came up beside her and stuck his dick in her mouth, holding her head tight.  While in that position she felt a third cock press against her asshole.  She tried to protest as it pushed forward into her, but no words were escaping around the thick cock filling her mouth.

The men around her mistook her noises for moans of pleasure which just made them fuck her harder.  "Yeah, that horny bitch likes being airtight", she heard some strange man say.  Other men chuckled in response.  New sensations were rampaging through her body as three cocks penetrated her.

'Fuck, I am enjoying this’, Elizabeth thought.  Time passed and she lost count of how many men had cum in her.  Finally she realized it was just her and one guy left in the train car.  He spewed his cum inside her pussy and then withdrew, letting his dick go limp as he put his clothes back in place.

“Where are my clothes?”, she asked looking around.  Apparently at some point all of her clothes had come off and some of them were missing.

“Some guys took some as trophies”, the man answered.  It was at the point that Elizabeth realized the man was the train operator.  "Anyway, this is the last stop and end of the night, the train doesn’t run anymore today", he said.

“What the hell am I supposed to tell my husband?”  Elizabeth realized her bra, panties, stockings, and shirt were missing.  All she had left were her shoes and skirt.

“Tell him you feel asleep and missed your stop.  Happens all the time.”

Standing there in just her shoes and skirt, cum dripping from her pussy and ass, she yelled after the disappearing train operator, “And what about my clothes?”  But there was no answer.

Unintentional Swingers

Hannah and I had talked many times about swinging but the conversations were mostly bedroom fantasy.  Surely my wife would never do anything like that, after all our marriage was happy and our sex life was satisfying.  So I just wrote the whole thing off as pillow talk.  I wasn’t sure I would be comfortable swinging, but it was fun to talk about.

Then a couple moved in next door, Catherine and Kurt, who were both built like Greek statues.  They were so attractive my wife actually commented on it.  The four of us became friends, hanging out on a regular basis.  As the friendship grew my wife started talking about swinging with Kurt and Catherine, our pillow talk had become uncomfortably specific.

Despite my reservations, one night my wife invited them over for dinner.  When they arrived she answered the door dressed in her sexiest little, black dress with her hair and makeup well done.  Kurt and Catherine were also well dressed, everyone looked ready to go to the Ritz even though we were all staying in.

Throughout dinner it was clear that Hannah’s mind was focused on our swinging fantasy, but I didn’t know if our neighbors were aware or if I was willing.  Wine flowed, food disappeared, the conversation was amusing, and we found ourselves speaking about trivial things.  Hannah asked Kurt, “Want a tour of the house?”

“Sure”, he replied as my wife took him by the hand and they walked out of the room.

Catherine and I were left sitting there, silence hanging between us.  Searching for something to say I blurted, “Guess we should take these into the kitchen”, and I grabbed up a handful of dishes.  Seemingly reluctant she also picked up some dishes and followed me into the kitchen.  We stood there talking, the kitchen island between us, and despite how great she looked I couldn’t bring myself to move the conversation past anything mundane.

Meanwhile my wife lead Kurt upstairs and directly to the bedroom.  There were no misconceptions about her intentions.  Once inside the bedroom Hannah shut the door behind them and led him to the bed.  He didn’t resist as she pushed him onto the bed and undid his pants.  As she freed his dick and stoked it she said, “Your cock is bigger than I imagined”.

Before he could respond she wrapped her mouth around his cock and started sucking up and down his shaft.  Kurt laid back on the bed and moaned as my wife blew him.  After a minute he sat up and roamed his hands over her, feeling her up through her dress.  Without taking her mouth off his manhood she wiggle the top of her dress down to free her breasts giving his more access to her body.

He eagerly fondled her breasts while my wife climbed up onto the bed adjacent to Kurt.  Hannah pulled her dress up past her hips and straddled our neighbor’s face.  Hooking a finger inside her thong he tugged it aside and dug his tongue into her pussy.  She bent forward to suck his cock again.

They stayed in the sixty-nine position until Kurt made my wife cum using his hands and tongue to probe her pussy and ass.  Hannah sucked his dick deep into her throat and held him there as she rocked her hips back and forth on his face.  Her tits pressed against his body as the moans slipped past her lips and around his shaft.

After her orgasm left her she moved her pussy from our neighbor’s face to his dick.  With one hand on his chest she balanced herself while using her other hand to wiggle his cock head back and forth against her clit.  The excitement was growing to be more than they could take and he grabbed her hips and pulled him down onto her.

One long thrust and he was completely inside, her pussy lips spread around his shaft and gently teasing his balls at the base of his shaft.  They started pounding their bodies against each other, her tits bouncing wildly as they both moaned in delight.  Hannah quickly had another orgasm grinding herself down onto Kurt’s thick cock, rocking her hips back and forth.

“Deeper… please, deeper”, my wife whimpered.  Kurt rolled my wife over and placed himself atop her.  They kissed deep and with great passion as he slid himself back inside her pink pussy.  Then he leaned back, and while holding himself inside her, slid his arms under Hannah’s knees and lifted her legs into the air.

Leaning forward positioned him perfectly to fuck down into my wife’s willing pussy.  He fucked her with so much force she had to brace herself against the headboard.  The bed shook, he moaned, her tits bounced, their hips slapped, and she practically screamed with pleasure for countless minutes.

“Yes!  Fuck me hard!”, Hannah demanded, “Hard and deep!”  And Kurt obeyed picking up his pace causing her to start cumming again.  My wife’s pleasure poured from her mouth in an avalanche of profanity.  The headboard smacked into the wall a dozen times before he started cumming.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the house Catherine and I were still standing in the kitchen, the dishes on the counter around us, as we talked about work and some of the latest developments in the neighborhood.  The mundane conversation was boring, but constant.  I thought I heard a noise from upstairs, but before I could excuse myself from the conversation to investigate Kurt came into the kitchen.

His clothes were a bit disheveled and he seemed flush, but was smiling.  "Hi honey", he kissed his wife on the cheek.  "What have you two been doing?“

"Nothing, just talking”, she gave him a disappointed look.  "Can we go home now?“, Catherine asked.  With a nod they said goodnight and I walked them out.  My wife was still missing, so I went upstairs to find her.

Hannah was laid out on our bed, dress around her waist, stockings twisted, panties missing, tits exposed, and blissfully oblivious to my presence.  The cum leaking out of her red, swollen pussy the last bit of proof to tell me what had happened.

Corporate Secrets

Donna got a job working as a secretary when the economy slowed down, just to help her husband with the bills.  They’d held off plans to start a family until things were more financially secure, but they still had to pay for the house and cars.  It wasn’t a great job, but it was steady and her boss was pleasant to work for.

One afternoon near the end of the work day her boss called Donna into his office.  "Shut the door", he requested.  Diligently she closed the door and sat down, ready to take notes.  "As you know Donna the company has an opening for a Vice President.  If I get that position I get a huge raise, and so do you.“

"That sounds promising”, she replied.

“I need you to do something to help me out though.  To help me get the promotion.”  Donna waited patiently to hear what was next.  "Mr. Brown is also up for the promotion.  Now I know that he’s been wasting money on his business trips and claiming expenses he shouldn’t.  If we can get proof of that, I’m guaranteed to get the promotion.“

"Okay.  What do you need me to do?”, she asked.

“Stay late and after everyone else leaves go into his office and get the files of his expense reports with the receipts.  I can use that to prove what he’s been doing.”  Donna knew enough about the office layout to knew it wouldn’t be a problem, but if she got caught stealing files from another account manager’s office she’d get in serious trouble.  "That’s all", her boss said as he dismissed her.

For the remainder of the day Donna thought about how she’d do it all.  How to sneak in, where are the files, where do I hide the files, when will the cleaning crew be here, and dozens of other questions ran through her head.  She called her husband to let him know that she needed to work late, which she never did, but mentioned the possible promotion.

Everyone else started leaving for the day and she started making preparations.  Finally the office was quiet, it was just her, and she moved across to Mr. Brown’s office.  Once inside the files were not as easy to find as she’d hoped.  After too much time spent searching she found exactly what she needed right as the cleaning crew showed up.

Panic ripped through her and Donna hid behind the big desk hoping no one had seen her.  'I can’t stay here’, she thought, ‘They have to clean everywhere and that means in here as well.’  The cleaners were moving through the open part of the office and there was no way to leave without being seen.  Leaving with the evidence in her hands and getting caught would cost not only the promotion but her current job as well.

Quietly she sat and waited, looking through the open door, waiting for the cleaners to give her a chance to escape.  Donna thought she had the perfect moment and stood up to leave, but as she stepped into the doorway a man appeared.  She bounced off of him, falling backward.  The tall, muscular black man was wearing a maintenance uniform with a name tag that read Leo.

“You ain’t supposed to be in here”, he said looking at the files in her hand.  Stammering she tried to slip past him, but he closed the door and trapped her in the office with him.  "See, I’m the cleaning crew supervisor.  I’m allowed to be here.  But you aren’t supposed to be in this office.“

"I’m sorry.  I was just leaving”, again Donna tried for the door and the black stranger blocked her.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to have those”, he pointed to the files in her hands that clearly had Mr. Brown’s name all over them.  At that point she knew she was caught.  He could obviously sense her discomfort.  "Tell you what though.  You do something for me and I don’t tell anyone what I saw.“

She’d already made one deal today and that didn’t turn out well, but Donna had a lot to lose so she asked, "What do you want?”

Without saying anything he stepped forward and ripped her sweater open, scattering buttons across the floor.  Frightened away she backed away and bumped into the desk.  He closed on her and she fell back onto the desk.  His strong hands pushed her skirt up her legs and around her waist.  Laying there with her bra and panties exposed, she waited to see what this man would do next.

Roughly he pushed her panties aside and shoved a finger into her pussy.  It was uncomfortable and made her squirm.  "No, don’t", she whimpered in protest.  Leo smacked her on the ass and continued to finger her.  When she tried to get up he pushed her down.

As the black man towered over her, Donna felt herself getting aroused.  The strange man’s violent exploration of her body was the culmination of a day that already had her on edge and her emotions were spinning out of control.  After she stopped trying to get off the desk his hand transitioned from holding her down to groping her breasts.

Leo had pushed her panties aside, but didn’t seem content with that so he grabbed the edges and yanked them off.  With Donna’s feet still high in the air he stepped against the desk causing her ankles to rest on his shoulders.  One of his hands massaged her clit while the other unfastened her bra.

“Oh fuck”, she whispered as her body approached orgasm watching this black stranger violate her.  When she came Donna tried diligently to remain as quiet as possible so none of the cleaners would hear her.  Her attempted restraint just encouraged Leo and he flicked his thumb over her clit faster.

While Donna’s breathing returned to normal she made a vain attempt to cover herself up, but her sweater was useless and wouldn’t stay closed.  "Alright, let me up", she said.

“We ain’t done”, Leo shot down at her, “We’re just getting going.”  He pushed his pants down causing his dick to pop out.  Donna looked at it amazed as it bobbed over her.  "You’re going to take this.“

"No.  I can’t.  It’s too big”, she protested.

“You’re going to take it.  Your pussy is soaked.  You want it”, he grinned.  In some deep part of herself she knew she did.  When she didn’t resist he aimed his giant dick at her snatch and pushed himself inside her.  It took over a minute for him to get fully inside her.

Once he did there was no hesitation before he started fucking her.  Forcefully he slammed down into her, causing the desk to shake, and her pleasure to surge.  Occasionally he’d play with her tits, but mostly he held her hips and watched her tits bounce back and forth as they fucked.

Donna moaned her way through two more orgasms before the black stranger started cumming.  She felt his build up and tried to pull away, but his strong hands on her hips held her tight and he emptied his balls into her womb.  Never before had she been fucked like that, just used for a man’s pleasure, and it was titillating.

She lay on the, now messy, desk breathing heavy and basking in the sensations her body was experiencing.  The pleasure was slowly melting away leaving her floating in bliss.  There was a strange twinge as she watched Leo stuff his massive length back into his pants.  It all started to turn to panic though as he reached for the door.

Her sweater was torn open, panties missing, bra undone, skirt crumpled around her waist, hair a mess, pussy dripping, and husband waiting at home.  Quickly she grabbed up the files she’d come for, tried to cover herself as much as possible, and hide in case any cleaners were outside the office.  The black man opened the door to the office and as he stepped out he said to Donna, “See you next Wednesday, or else.”

Traveling Salesmen

    Edith and Blake lived on a small farm in a very rural part of the Midwest.  Visitors were rare, and unexpected visitors were unheard of.  Blake had inherited the farm from his family when he was 19, and married Edith just a few years later when she was 18.  That was a few years ago and though things had been difficult they’d been making it.

    One day just after lunch there was a knock on the farm house door which seemed odd, but Blake answered it anyway.  On the porch were two men, one white and one black, both wearing suits and carry cases.  The suits alone were enough to mark them as complete outsiders, but such in such a small town everyone knew everyone else and Blake didn’t know either of these guys.

    They introduced themselves as salesmen and asked to come inside for a minute.  Blake already knew he didn’t want to buy anything, but he was raised to be very polite so he let them in.  Edith cleaned up and offered the salesmen something to drink, which they were quite thankful for.  Quite a bit of time went by as the two salesmen showed Edith and Blake all the things they had in the cases.  An assortment of brushes, creams, lotions, and other cosmetic products that Blake no interest in.

     Edith showed interest though, and was curious about everything.  Blake was out of ways to get the salesmen to go, so he stood up and said, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go tend the animals now.  Nice having you two by though.”

     He thought that would dismiss them so he could get back to his day, but when the salesmen made to stand up Edith stopped them, “Please, tell me about this one”, and she pointed to a bottle on the table.  Blake had little choice, and didn’t feel he was being rude, so he left the house to go feed the animals and do the afternoon chores while Edith sat politely with the salesmen.

     After Blake left Edith felt a bit more relaxed.  She was very interested in what products the salesmen were selling, but she knew they had no money for such things.  Blake would never approve of her buying the things anyway, he would call it girly and frivolous.  "What about that there?“, Edith asked pointing to a fancy looking bottle.

     "That’s something you apply to the prettiest part of your body and it makes it smell fantastic”, the white salesman said.

     “Why that’s just silly”, Edith replied, “Why would you want your face to smell fantastic?”

     “I didn’t say it was for your face”, the white salesman shot back with a smile.

     “Oh my”, Edith blushed.

     “Would you like to try some?”, the black salesman asked.

     “I really can’t afford any of these things”, Edith bashfully admitted fearing the salesmen might now leave.

     “That’s alright”, the black salesman admitted, “We’re allowed to give away free samples if you’d like to try some”.

     “Well okay, I guess that’s okay”, Edith said.  The white salesman stood up, took the bottle and poured a small amount of the cream into his hand.  He looked at Edith for a moment and puzzled.  "What’s wrong", she asked.

     “I was going to dab some on you, but there’s nowhere to put it.”

     “Oh right”, she confirmed, “It’s not for my face.”  Earlier she’d been wearing a tank top and a skirt, but when the company showed up she’d thrown a sweater on to cover up.  Now she shyly removed the sweater and pushed the straps of her top and bra aside so he could get at her shoulders.

    “That’s better”, the white salesman said as he rubbed the cream into her shoulders.  It felt really good the way he rubbed her and massaged her shoulders, and cream did smell really good.

    After a minute she looked back at their cases and asked about another bottle, “What about this one?  Can I try that one?”

    “Sure”, the black salesman said standing up and retrieving the bottle.  The white salesman returned to his seat as the black one poured a little liquid out into his hands and rubbed it onto Edith’s shoulders.

    It smelled different and was a little cold.  "What’s this one do?“, she asked.

    "This one is for opening up your pores”, the black man answered.  "Oops", a bit of the liquid had run down Edith’s chest and was leading a streak between her breasts.  Without hesitating the black man ran one hand down to her cleavage and rubbed the liquid into her skin.

    “I don’t think you should do that”, Edith felt powerless and a bit excited at the same time.

    “Well this isn’t really for your shoulders”, the white man said.

    “We could let you have the bottle free if you want”, the black man said.

    “Wow really?”, Edith sounded more naive than she intended.  "Why would you do that?“

    "If you let me finish rubbing the liquid in you can have it”, the black man answered.  Not really sure what he meant Edith just nodded.  Taking that as a sign to continue the black man put both hands on her cleavage and rubbed the liquid around.

    Edith caught her breath at his touch, “I think that’s a little inappropriate”, she protested weakly.

    “Don’t you want the bottle?”, the white salesman said holding it up as the black salesman continued to rub.

    “Could I have both?”, she asked.

    “Sure”, both mean answered together.  The black salesman moved back to his chair as the white salesman stood behind Edith and rubbed some of the first cream from her shoulders down to her cleavage.  "You know", he said, “This would be easier without your tank top in the way”.

    Edith had an idea, since she’d already gotten two free bottles she wondered if she could get more.  "I couldn’t possibly", she said, “That would be wrong.  Maybe if you gave me a bottle of that fancy stuff there”, she pointed.

    “That’s fine”, the black salesman said picking up the fancy bottle and setting it aside with the other two bottles they were going to give her.

    Edith lifted her tank top over her head and dropped it on the floor.  Both men caught their breath, looking at her bra covered breasts.  "How large are those?“, the white salesman asked.

    "36D”, she answered.

    “They’re beautiful”, the black salesman said taking his position behind her again as he began to rub some other lotion onto her cleavage.  "They must get sore during the day", he said.

    “Oh yes”, she answered enjoying the attention her breasts were getting.

    “We have something for that too”, the white salesman said grabbing a bottle.  "It’s designed to ease aches and pains.  Would you like to try it?“

    "I guess so”, Edith said.

    “Great”, the white salesman said with a smile, “Let’s just get that bra out of the way and we can put some on.”

    Edith noticed that both salesman had removed their jackets, it was rather warm in the house, but the thought of being topless in front of two strange men was frightening.  Other thoughts entered her mind though.  How far would these salesmen be willing to go?  Could she get everything she wanted free just by showing them some skin?  She wanted to try.

    “Well alright”, Edith said, “But only if I can have the bottle to keep.”

    “Okay”, the white salesman said picking the bottle up and getting his hands ready to rub some onto her.  Edith stood up and made a show of removing her bra, unfastening it with her back turned to them, then holding it in place as she sat back down, and then finally letting it drop to the floor as her tits sprung free for them to view.  If Blake came in now there’d be a world of trouble, but she knew he’d be busy with afternoon chores until dinner.

     Both men gasped again, and the white man practically attacked her with his hands, rubbing them all over her tits.  Edith moaned a bit as he tweaked her nipples and continued to massage her breasts.  The lotion was working too, her breasts did feel better.  After a minute the men switched so the black man could rub her tits.  The black man’s hands were bigger and stronger, Edith had never been with another man besides Blake and now she was wondering what it was like, what she’d missed.

     Her eyes had closed reflexively and when she opened them she saw the white salesman sitting in front of her rubbing his crotch gently through his pants.  She really didn’t mind and didn’t say anything, but when he saw he’d been caught he sat up and said, “We have some other things you might be interested in.  This”, he picked up a smaller bottle, “is for your legs when you shave them.”

     “Really?”, Edith asked while still getting her tits rubbed.

     “Oh yeah”, the white man looked about frantically before grabbing up a small package, “And it comes with this free pair of stockings.  If you’d like to try it.”

     “Sure”, Edith smiled.  Both men smiled as the white man poured some of the bottle’s contents into his hand and dropped to the floor in front of Edith.  She wasn’t wearing shoes or socks, not around the house, but she was wearing stockings with her skirt.  "Wait a minute", she said standing up.  "Let me take these off.“

     As she stood up and put one leg up on the chair both men got quiet, the black man sitting and the white man kneeling, both intently watching her.  Pulling her skirt up higher than was proper she slowly rolled one of her stockings down her leg and over her ankle, letting it fall onto the pile of her clothes on the floor.  The other leg was opposite the two men, so it meant they’d get a view of her panties as she took the stocking off.

     Though she tried to be proper about it, she realized that the men were going to see no matter how she did it, and that thought actually turned her on a bit.  Edith realized she was wet, and her cotton panties probably had a small wet spot.  As she took her second stocking off her foot and dropped it to the floor she noticed that both men had huge bulges in the front of the pants.

     The white man put his hands on her legs as soon as she sat down, rubbing the gel into her skin, working his way higher and higher.  As his hands passed her knee Edith stopped him, "You’ll get my skirt messy.”

     “Well I really need to rub this in all the way up your leg to show you how well it works.  Perhaps if you took your skirt off I could finish”, he said looking up at her.

     “I don’t think that sounds proper”, Edith said knowing she could get more product for flashing some more skin.

     “We can throw in another bottle and the stockings if you’d like”, the black salesman said.

    “Well alright”, Edith said sounding reluctant.  She stood up and watched the two men, slowing unzipping the back of her skirt and sliding it down her legs to the pile on the floor.  The bulges in their pants jumped and strained to be free.

     Edith sat back down in the chair and both men knelt in front of her, each taking a leg by the ankle and massaging it.  The two men were enthralled, spreading her legs wide as they rubbed a hand farther and farther up toward her wet snatch.  She eyed the growing pile of lotions and creams that were now hers, and all to let these two men touch her and make her feel good.  The thought was exciting, that she could manipulate these two men so easily, and she knew the wet spot on her panties was growing as the two men stared intently.

     When their hands reached her thighs and their finger tips brushed her panties Edith suddenly got very uncomfortable.  Her husband would likely be away for awhile, but if he came in and saw her now he would be so pissed.  The exploring hands of the two men were getting more confident and Edith wriggled uncomfortably.  "Are you alright?“, the white salesman asked.

     "Well…”, she struggled to answer, “It’s just that I’m so naked and you two are still fully clothed.  It feels wrong.”

     “That’s easily solved”, the black salesman said.  Both salesmen stood, and stripped down to their boxers, laying their clothes neatly aside.  The bulges were more visible now, and Edith couldn’t believe the size.  She’d only ever seen her husband’s dick, but it wasn’t half the size of these two from what she could see.  Edith had no idea how a woman could take something that big without a lot of pain.

     The black salesman returned to kneeling in front of Edith and rubbing both her thighs, while the white salesman returned to his case.  "Can I ask you something a bit more personal?“  Edith nodded finding words difficult.  "Do you take the time to shave and trim your pubic area?”  That was rather personal, and she didn’t know what to say.  Shaking her head was all she could do, the heat between her legs growing.  "Well we have something here that you might be interested in trying then.  It’s a special shaving cream for women, for that special area.“

     He held up a bottle and a fancy looking razor and came over to kneel in front of Edith.  The black salesman hooked his fingers in the sides of her cotton panties and slowly slid them down.  When she didn’t protest he lifted her ass slightly, just off the chair, and pulled her panties completely off and tossed them onto the pile of her clothes.

     There she was, completely naked, with both men staring at her hairy bush.  Unable to bring herself to stop them, she watched as the men sprayed some of the cream into their hands and rubbed it into her pubic hair and around her pussy, their fingers lightly brushing her clit.  Then, slowly, they took the razor and shaved her smooth, both of them staring at her exposed pussy.

     "Well now what will I tell my husband?  If I don’t have those things later he won’t believe what happened.”

     “That’s alright”, the white salesman said, “We can give you these as a free sample too.”

     “Thank you”, Edith said smiling.  "Now if there’s nothing else it’s probably best you two leave.“  It was obvious from the look on the men’s faces they didn’t want to leave, so she added, "I’m afraid I don’t have anything left to take off.”  As if to prove her point she held her hands up and shook her huge breasts slightly.

     “Would you like more samples?”, the black man asked.  Edith nodded.  "We could give you a sample of everything here if you’d like.“

    "What would that cost”, Edith asked.

    “Oh nothing”, he answered.  "That’s why they’re free samples, but you’d have to let us touch you any way we wanted.“

    Edith whimpered, "Well… alright.”  She had no idea what made her said it, wasn’t convinced the voice was hers.

    The white salesman took one bottle of everything out of their cases and set them on the counter by the kitchen, “There you go, all yours.”  That was when both men moved next to Edith and removed their boxers.  She gasped, both of their cocks were bigger than she thought any man could be.

    Mesmerized she wrapped a hand around each and slowly stroked them.  One man slid a hand over her pussy, pushing a finger into her, and rubbing the freshly smooth skin around her lips.  The other man kissed her and massaged her breasts.  Edith had never felt so sexy, never knew she could.

    They pushed her back on the couch, one man knelt between her legs and sucked on her pussy while the other knelt beside her and stuck his cock in her mouth.  It was huge, and she had trouble getting more than the head between her lips, “You’re so big”, she moaned.

    “Never seen one that big before?”, the salesman asked.  Edith nodded her head no as she continued sucking on it.  Working the head and top of the shaft in and out of her mouth while stroking it with both hands.

     All of their teasing and attention had her so hot that her first orgasm surprised her, the man between her legs was working magic on her clit, and she jumped when she started cumming.  The salesman didn’t let up though, he kept his mouth tight to her cunt, determined to drive her wild with his tongue.

     As her orgasm faded and her body calmed the two men high fived, big smiles on their faces.  The black salesman got out from between her legs and moved his dick to her face while the white salesman knelt between her legs.  At first Edith ignore the black cock hanging inches from her face, concentrating instead of the large white penis that wasn’t her husbands it worked its way into her.  It was so large it felt like it was climbing into her womb and she was glad for how wet she was.

     Once the stranger’s dick was completely inside he started fucking her, stroking in and out slowly.  "Going to pay attention to this?“, the black salesman asked wiggling his dick in her face.  Edith turned her face toward it, her mouth slightly open, she’d never been with a black man and was quite hesitant.  If her husband discovered anything about this he’d kill them all, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about sucking a black dick.

     The man must have sensed her hesitation because he put one hand on the side of her head and slowly guided his dick into her mouth.  Edith closed her eyes and let it happen.  Once the head of his cock was rubbing against her tongue she realized it wasn’t any different than the other salesman.  As she started sucking, licking, and stroking the huge black member she opened her eyes to look at what she was doing.

     While the black dick grew hard in her hands and mouth Edith thought about how wrong it felt, how horrified her husband and neighbors in the small town would be if they knew, and the thought turned her on more.  She sucked and stroked harder as the guy fucking her pussy increased his pace.  All three of them moaned as their bodies moved and the couch squeaked.

     After many minutes Edith was rushed by another orgasm, the large cock flooding her pussy with pleasure.  The salesman held himself deep inside her as she finished cumming.  She moved up on the couch letting his dick fall out of her.  Never before had she orgasmed more than once during sex and the sensation was overwhelming.

     But the two salesmen seemed to have no intent of letting her rest.  The black salesman put his two strong hands on her hips and rolled her over to her hands and knees.  Quickly he slid his large, black cock into her pussy, her juice and saliva eliminating any physical resistance.  She started cumming as soon as he started pumping, the thought of a black stranger fucking her was too much.

    The other salesman sat in front of her on the couch with his dick sticking straight up from his lap to Edith’s eager face.  Hungrily she took him in her mouth tasting her own juices on his hard shaft, something she’d never done before and was surprised by how much she liked.  Her body was taking over as pleasures she’d never experienced pushed her mind farther into quiet.

    Moaning loudly she orgasmed again as the black salesman fucked her harder, slamming his long shaft into her tight cunt.  Edith’s body moved back and forth, trying to prolong the orgasm it was experiencing.  Unfortunately she wasn’t accustomed to such vigorous sex and the salesman’s dick fell free from her snatch.

    Her eyes were closed, her head down, and her attention focused on the throbbing male member in her mouth.  All of which caused her to not immediately realize the black salesman was reinserting his cock, but into her ass instead of her pussy.  "Ah!  What are you doing?”, she yelped.

    “Relax”, he told her as he pushed more of himself inside her.

    “Oh, no”, she winced in pain, “that hurts too much.  It doesn’t feel good.”  The salesman in front of her returned her mouth and attention to his dick, using his hands to guide her face while he groped a tit.  Meanwhile the salesman behind her rubbed her pussy and clit with his hand.  Their fondling was turning her on and even though her ass was on fire her body was pulsing with pleasure.

    When they heard her moan in pleasure they lifted her up and flipped over, the salesman never letting his dick slip from her ass as they sat on the couch, Edith impaled atop him.  Her hips started moving up and down on their own, causing her asshole to stretch up and down the length of the hard, black dick.  Despite all the reservations she had, she found the pleasure in her body was building and pushing her toward another orgasm.

    Edith had never been with anyone but her husband, much less two men at the same time.  So when the white salesman drove his head between her legs and started eating her pussy while another man was fucking her ass, it was too much.  The orgasm that had been looming exploded out of her and Edith was fairly sure she screamed in pleasure.  Totally lost now to the sensations within, she let herself ride the black cock in a way that her body instinctively seemed to know.

     The man in front of her stood and positioned his dick at the entrance to Edith’s pussy.  For a minute she continued to bounce, just rubbing her snatch against the head of his dick, savoring the feeling.  Finally he pushed forward and she was forced to hold still while a second cock impaled her, this one stretching her pussy.

     Now she was full, both holes completely stuffed with man meat, and Edith didn’t know what to do.  She held herself there just enjoy the feeling of being stretched like she never had been.  Soon though both men started pumping their dicks in and out of her.  When she started cumming, she had to grab onto the man atop her to brace herself.

     “I can’t believe it”, she was moaning and panting between words, “I’m cumming.  I’ve never cum this long.”  It felt like when one dick stopped making her cum the other one started.  Edith fell from one orgasm into the next.  "Oh gosh.  Don’t stop", she begged these two strangers to keep pounding her holes.

     She didn’t know how long they were like that, but after countless orgasms her head was lost in a fog.  Edith wasn’t sure which salesman started cumming first, the throbbing of both cocks seemed to hit simultaneously, but she had one amazing orgasm as both men filled her with their hot cum.

     Exhausted she collapsed onto the couch as the guy atop her withdrew.  The black salesman withdrew his cock and stood up.  Lazily she watched as both men cleaned themselves and got dressed.  They left all the free samples strewn across the living room and into the kitchen as they took their cases and left.  Edith was still laying on the couch, naked and shaved, with cum seeping out both of her holes when her husband came in a few minutes later done with his afternoon chores.