MasterPC Ch. 07

"Really? That's it? He wanted to watch me fuck you and now he's going to work?"

"Well that's part of it. He's not working actually. His oldest son actually runs the business these days. Ronald is mostly into watching internet porn and jacking off."

"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? OK, let me get this straight. A big, apparently still equipped guy like Ronald with a trophy wife just likes to watch?"

For a moment, a sad look passed across Dani's face and was immediately replaced by a smile.

"Lucky for us then, isn't it?"

I wasn't sure that I really wanted to stay here with her. This whole situation really threw me for a loop. I was a bit uncomfortable. Dani clearly wasn't. She leaned over and started sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. The angle was bad for her, so she slipped to the floor and went to work on me, and I mean went to work. Then she stopped and looked up.

"I hope you have more than one load for me," she said, smiling, before diving face first back onto my cock. My dick wasn't ambivalent about the situation in any way shape or form. As usual, it was in charge in a situation like this, so the rest of me just naturally went along.

I've been sucked by experts. Dani was certainly without question the most recent. Man, that woman loved sucking dick. She had her mouth on me and both hands between her legs frigging her pussy to a froth. She was squealing like a stuck pig as she worked me deeper and deeper into her throat. I don't know how she was managing to breathe. I considered reaching down to check her neck for gills and thought better of it. Then I remembered Ronald's hands on her head. Maybe she was one of those women who liked to be "forced." I put my hands on her head and she moaned. Well, there was one question answered.

I started forcing the pace of her strokes moving her head up and down my dick faster and faster. The harder I pushed her the more she seemed to like it. My dick sure liked it. She was taking all of me on every down stroke. She'd managed to position herself so that I was going straight in and out of her throat like a long fuck sleeve. I could feel her warm saliva dripping down my balls as she drooled all over my fuck stick.

I could feel the cum start to boil up out of my nut sack and I let it cum. I gave her a one word warning.

"Cumming!" I said just as my cock began to jerk and spit in her throat. Her whole body went rigid except for the muscles in her throat, which kept working my cock as it dumped its load into her stomach. Perhaps the secret to her great shape was a high protein diet? She began to stroke and gently squeeze my balls as if trying to coax the last drops of semen out of them. Her mouth and lips worked on my shaft sucking and draining me of everything she could get. When she was done, she got up, licked her lips, and stepped back into the shower.

"C'mon, let's get cleaned up and then go someplace more comfortable and fuck," she said, as if she was proposing that we go sit on the patio and drink gin rickeys. I sat there for a moment, still uneasy about the situation. Watching Dani's ass as she walked into the shower spray helped me get over my cognitive dissonance over Ronald's abrupt departure and Dani's explanation of it. My cock, as has been mentioned before, was not ambivalent about pussy. The heart wants what it wants and so does the penis. Show me a man who doesn't sometimes let his dick do his thinking and I'll show you a man without a dick.

"In for a penny," I muttered as I got off the bench and under the shower spray with Danielle. We soaped each other and rinsed off. She showed me where the towels, thick and fluffy, were stacked and we dried off. Danielle took my hand and we walked out of the shower room and down a short hallway to what I took for a guest room. It was tastefully paneled and contained a bed, a dressing room chair, and a night stand with a lamp. There was a ceiling fan (man, I hate those things -- talk about ugly!) with a light fixture on it and a television mounted up in the corner of the room where it would be easy to view from the bed. A remote lay on the night stand.

As soon as we were in the room, Dani closed the door and wrapped her arms around me. She smelled of fresh soap and girl sap. It was a heady combination. My cock was trapped between us and pressing into the flesh of Dani's belly. Her mouth sought mine and we kissed. Her hunger was palpable and almost desperate. There was more going on here than met the eye, but I didn't have the mental wherewithal to investigate or even contemplate what the subtext for all of this was.

I decided to take control of the sexual part anyway, and I picked Danielle up and tossed her on the bed as if she was a feather. She was impressed. Then I dove between her legs and fastened my mouth to her pussy and started eating. Cunnilingus is very nearly my favorite aspect of sex. I love eating pussy. I love the taste. I love the textures on my tongue. Mostly though I love how women react when you demonstrate that you know what you're doing down there. Trust me, I do. I'd studied it. I'd asked questions of various ladies who agreed to talk with me on the subject. I was damn good at it, or at least no one had ever complained. Perhaps that's not the same thing.

Dani sure wasn't complaining. She had her hands in my hair and was trying to pull my whole head up inside her vajayjay. I was enjoying the taste of her juices which were rich and plentiful. I teased her little clitoris out of its hidey hole and lapped it for all I was worth, making her squeal with pleasure. Her hips were humping up off the bed and her legs would periodically stretch out straight from her hips, her toes curled in pleasure. Oh my she was definitely not complaining. I gave her about twenty minutes of this kind of pleasure and then moved up over her, taking her legs with me until I had her knees up against her shoulders.

My cock found the entrance to her pussy seemingly without any guidance from me, and I shoved it into her all in one long thrust. All the air came out of her lungs with a grunt. And then I went to work. She wanted to get fucked? Great. I'd fuck the living shit out of her and hoped Ronald liked the idea. What I didn't know was that he had all sorts of hidden video equipment in this room. While I banged his wife like a cheap drum he was upstairs in his "study" watching us from just about every angle possible, and recording the whole thing. Later, the two of them would watch and he would fuck her while they did so.

But I didn't know that then. All I knew was that I had a hot live pussy surrounding my steely member and I was giving it all I had. And that's saying something. My strokes were like jack hammer blows and about the same speed. The way I felt I could have used my cock to bust up concrete. If Dani had been able to get enough breath, she'd have been screaming. As it was she could only manage to get out a series of high pitched grunts and gasps as she fought to get enough oxygen into her system to keep from passing out.

No one likes being used. Sometimes in the past I'd used women as jack off sleeves. But I like to think I've become a better man. Now, however, I felt like the one being used. I felt like some high priced sex toy -- a Hitatchi massager? -- that Ronald had procured for his wife. It pissed me off. I couldn't very well go and punch Ronald in the face for his actions, but I could fuck the hell out of his wife.

Of course, that's exactly what he wanted me to do. Unbeknownst to me, he'd already run off two loads just watching me pork Danielle's honey pot. She wasn't going to find much left of him to fuck tonight.

I didn't want to hurt her, of course, and I was monitoring her condition as much as I could while at the same time continuing to attempt to drive my dick all the way through her and into the bed clothes. She was cumming continuously but the combination of the stimulation and the position she was in was taking a toll. I wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer without losing her. I briefly considered fucking her into unconsciousness and then abandoned the thought as stupid and risky.

So, I let myself go, mentally, and sprayed her insides with another prodigious load of spunk before letting her legs fall to the bed and rolling off of her with a satisfied sigh.

"Oh. My. God."

Those three words were all she could get out for a while. She repeated them several times as though each word was a complete thought with a full stop in between.

"Oh. My. God."

Danielle lay there next to me covered in sweat. Her chest heaved, her tits moving up and down as she fought to replace all the oxygen she hadn't been able to get when I was nailing her to the bed in the press position.

"Oh. My. God."

Every now and then her whole body quivered as if she was going through some sort of post orgasmic aftershock.

"Oh. My. God."

I leaned over and kissed her, once, on the mouth. It was a friendly kiss. It was the sort of kiss that says "I had a great time and let's do this again." Then I got up and went down the hall to find my clothing. She didn't try to stop me.

I eventually got the contract, but I had to fuck Danielle three more times. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it. Some months later, I received a DVD in the mail containing video of all of my trysts with Ronald's trophy wife. Damn. I should have been a porn star. Do you suppose there's a market for good looking middle aged guys with big dicks? Maybe I'll see if I can get a hold of Randy West and ask him...