"The doctor_s horny wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Scott Don)

CHAPTER TWO

Christina went to the bank and withdrew 400 dollars. The first thing she needed to do was get some new clothes. If she was going cock-hunting, as she now thought of it, she'd need the right kind of clothes. Just as a deer hunter needed the right kind of clothes to hunt deer properly.

After her quick stop at the bank, Christina told the cabbie to take her to a clothing store called Julio's of Hollywood. The place specialized in ultra-sexy apparel, and that's exactly what Christina was looking for!

Christina took her time, carefully picking outfits that would make her look a sexy, high class whore. She picked out garter belts, black silk hose, a jumpsuit that fit her like a second skin, and a blouse so sheer it was almost transparent. Next came several bras with matching panties, a couple of dresses guaranteed to drive any man right out of his fucking mind, high-heeled shoes with open toes – the works!

Then Christina called her airline and volunteered for several flights that had layovers. If she was going to test her wings away from Will, she wanted to start out in another city.

Christina felt daring. Beneath her stewardess' uniform, she wore pink panties with a matching bra that hardly contained her thirty-eight-inch tits. A lace garter belt held up her silk hose. She felt like one of those actresses in the stag movie she had seen. She felt horny.

"Would you care for another drink, sir?" Christina asked a distinguished-looking gentleman sitting in a rear seat of the DC-9.

"Yeah, why not?" He looked up at Christina and smiled. Was she coming on to him? The question haunted him. That damned stewardess was so fucking good-looking!

He watched her walk away, her full ass swishing erotically. When Christina walked toward him moments later, he appraised her beauty. Christina's large, wide-set brown eyes were the loveliest he had ever seen; her tits were absolutely huge and wiggled seductively with each step she took; her hair cascaded down, over her shoulders and curled slightly at the small of her back; her lips were full, highlighting a broad mouth that promised great sensuality. Her waist was narrow, tapering in from the fullness of her tits before flaring out to her hips.

He guessed that Christina had, at the outside, five extra pounds. But she carried it well – as truly voluptuous women do – and the weight was equally distributed between her tits and her ass.

Christina bent lower than necessary to hand the man his drink. In doing so, she gave the gentleman a good view of her ample cleavage.

"If there's anything I can do for you – anything at all…" she said, pausing to lick her lips sensually, "don't be afraid to ask."

"I… ah… I certainly will," the man said, feeling the stirring of an awakening cock in his pants. Hell's bells! The last thing he needed was to sporting an embarrassing hard-on!

"What's your name?"

"Ah… Bob… Bob Helms."

"My name's Christina."

She bent down even farther, putting her hands on her knees. Christina sensed how nervous Bob was. She guessed his age at fifty, but he was in excellent shape – probably a former athlete who still exercised regularly.

"My name's Christina," she repeated, "and I'd like to see you after this flight. How about buying a lonely girl a drink?"

"Sure," Bob choked, wondering how in the flying fuck he had gotten so lucky.

The DC-9 landed in Boston, and it took some time, but Christina was finally off duty. She took a cab to the bar Bob had told her about and found him waiting for her at a table in a dimly lit corner.

"Sorry," Christina said, her voice a purr, "but I didn't have time to change into something a little more sexy. I guess I was just in a hurry to see you."

Bob couldn't reply. The most he could do was look into Christina's dark eyes and get lost in them.

"This small talk is getting us nowhere. I haven't booked a hotel for the evening, so I guess we'll have to fuck at your place." She decided to be bold.

An hour later, Christina was absolutely frustrated. Bob, it turned out, lived in one of the fashionable, hundred-year-old buildings that had been turned into condominiums. His place bordered the Boston Commons, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was Bob's wife, who was home that evening.

So, since they could not fuck in Bob's home, they decided to take a walk. They walked in the Commons, and with each step, Christina got hornier and hornier. She needed a hard, big cock driving up her cunt. She needed a fat prick in her, and that was all there was to it! But she was also learning that this fucking around stuff wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

"Look, you can fuck me over there, near the trees where it's dark," Christina at last suggested.

She took his hand in hers, noticing that poor Bob just wasn't used to having such a young, beautiful woman trying desperately to fuck him.

Christina led him to a small group of trees and looked around. There were several people in the Commons, but she didn't think they could see her very well. Besides, she and Bob were hidden by the shadows from the trees.

"All right," Christina cooed, slowly dropping to her knees in the grass. "Let's see what kind of monster prick you've got waiting for me."

Christina's mouth went dry as she tugged loose Bob's belt. This was a pretty dramatic step for her. She opened his belt, then unfastened his pants before pulling down his zipper. She pulled them down to his ankles then, brought his shorts down, too. There, hanging limply between his legs, was a wrinkled, small cock.

"Ohhhhh!" Christina said sarcastically. "The poor little prick. Your cock looks frightened." Christina curled her slender fingers around his nut sac, and with the fingers of her other hand, raised the head of his cock toward her mouth. She looked up and saw Bob gazing at her, his eyes reflecting the mixture of fear and lust he felt.

"I-I don't think I can get a hard-on," Bob whispered, his voice cracking in embarrassment. "I… this is so weird…"

"Of course it's weird, darling. But you'll get a hard-on and you'll fuck me. Just as soon as I put my mouth to work on this cock, you'll forget how weird it is and know how good my cocksucking can get."

Christina looked at the cockhead just inches from her face and smiled. Okay, Christina, she thought, let's show this poor, old bastard what a blow-job is supposed to feel like. And if someone comes around, you can fuck him, too.

With that in mind, Christina leaned forward and captured Bob's entire cock in her mouth. Her red, lipsticked lips encircled the base of Bob's prick, forming a perfect, tight seal around his cockmeat. She pushed her tongue out between his soft cock and her lips, and tickled his hairy nuts. Almost instantly, Christina felt his prickmeat twitch, come alive and get slowly harder and thicker. His cock's girth increased steadily. Christina pulled her head back so that just the knob of Bob's cock remained in her mouth, and she drew a tight suction on his prickhead, stretching his cockflesh out, making his prick shank skinny.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, low in her throat like an animal. She brought her face forward slowly, sucking his prickshaft back into her mouth, feeling his prickmeat constantly expanding as his lusty blood pumped into it.

"You bitch," Bob hissed softly. "You hot blooded, horny little bitch. That feels so fucking good. So damn fucking good!"

The words spurred Christina on. That was what she wanted to hear. She wanted to be told that she was not just a cocksucker, but a great cocksucker! She wanted to prove, to herself if to no one else, that she knew what the hell a man's cock was for. And then, just maybe, she'd prove to Will that his fucking around with other women was not only unnecessary, but not as good as fucking his own wife.

Christina rolled her tongue around the cockhead, scratching lightly over Bob's balls with her long, red fingernails. She heard him gasp, his breath coming in ragged gulps as the pressure of her hot mouth began having maximum effect.

Soon Bob's prick was long and hard, entirely different than what she thought it would be. He had an average-sized cock, but his cockshaft was very thick with a cockhead the size of a small egg.

"I love it!" Christina murmured, remembering the words that that cocksucker Betty had used with Will. "I love sucking your beautiful cock!"

Christina wrapped her buttery lips around Bob's throbbing cockhead, her tongue dancing over his pricktip, and started whacking on his quivering prickmeat. She could feel the blood pounding against her palm, feel his prickhead expand and contract between her lips. She cupped his nuts in her other hand and squeezed them, sort of testing his furry sac to see what kind of a load of cum she would get.

"Mmmmmmmm! Nmmmmmmmm!" she slurped on the cockhead, rotating her face around the crown of Bob's cock. Her teeth gnawed on the tender cockflesh, sending bolts of passion through Bob's body, jarring his senses. Soon his whole body was rigid – arms, legs, stomach muscles – everything was flexed and straining from Christina's cocksucking.

"Fucking damn!" Bob hissed, watching his cock sink deeply into the mouth of that crazy brunette stewardess with the big tits. "Fucking damn!"

Christina heard the words and once again started pistoning her face back and forth over the rigid length of his prickmeat. The fat cockhead pressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. She took the prick into her mouth until the cockhead was wedged tightly against her throat. Only an inch or two of cock remained out of her mouth, and Christina was determined to get all of his prickmeat. She'd learn to deep-throat and then drive him mad with lust when she took his massive prick down her throat.

Christina pushed forward and nearly gagged. His cockhead was just too big! Her throat just couldn't expand enough, couldn't relax enough, for her to get more prickmeat. She let one hand slip down between her legs. Pushing her skirt up, Christina rubbed her middle finger against her clit. Her pink panties, she found, were already wet with her cunt juices. Damn, she was ready for fucking!

"Take my cock down, you bitch! Take all of my cock!"

The words sounded foreign to her. Will would never talk so dirty to her. But then again, she would never suck Will's cock at night in Boston Commons either. Maybe that was why he was fucking around, Christina thought.

As she sucked now less feverishly than before, she tried to recall a time in their marriage when they hadn't fucked in bed. She couldn't. The only time Will had made a pass at her when they were in the dining room, Christina had denied him – even said, in so many words, that she thought he was something of a pervert for wanting to fuck on the floor. But now she was on her knees, playing with her hot clit while whipping her mouth back and forth over a stranger's cock.

When Christina felt two strong hands, swirling her silky hair around, she snapped back to the reality of the present and forgot about Will. She'd worry about him later. Right now, she had a cock throbbing massively in her mouth and some old guy churning his hips slowly back and forth. Christina kept her head still, and Bob quickly figured out what he was supposed to do – fuck her face just like it was a pussy.

"All the way down your throat, damn it," he hissed, grabbing two handfuls of Christina's dark hair and jerking it toward his waist as he pushed his cock at her.

"Uggghhhhh!" Christina groaned as she felt the bullet-like crown of Bob's prick slam against the back of her throat. But he kept pushing his prick at her and jerked harder on her hair. The next thing Christina knew, her lips were wrapped tightly around the root of Bob's cock, and prickhead that she was sure would never fit in her throat was cutting off her breath. Christina felt every agonizing inch of Bob's prick pulse in her mouth. She felt the cockhead, round and smooth, stretch out her throat. Her head stung from his grip on her hair, but that was the least of her worries. The middle-aged man who was afraid that he couldn't get a hard-on was now viciously stabbing at her throat with his cock!

When Bob pulled back, releasing his cockhead from her throat, Christina got a quick lungful of air, drawing the air in through her nose. And one breath of air was all Christina got, because a moment later, Bob jerked her head against his cock as he plowed down her throat. Christina squeezed her lips tightly around his driving cockshaft, wanting to give his prick more stimulation than it could handle. She wanted a mouthful of juicy cum! She consciously relaxed the muscles in her throat, and the next thing she knew, she was taking Bob's prick down her throat without any problem at all.

"OOOOOQ! Fucking cocksucker!" Bob gasped, tossing his head back. His fat cockhead buried itself into Christina's throat.

Christina was rubbing her clit like crazy, pressing the flat of her hand between her legs. Her other hand was busy squeezing her more than ample tits, first one – then the other – working the nipples into tingling buds of hardness. Her lips pulled out and her cheeks sunk in as Bob pulled his cock from her mouth, then her lips puckered and her cheeks puffed out visibly from the massive girth of the cockflesh he pushed into her.

"I can't take it! I'm gonna… I'm commiiinng!" Bob screamed his voice sounding strong and clear in the warm evening air.

Though he couldn't see them, the dozen or so people in the Commons all turned toward him. They could vaguely make out the form of someone on her knees in front of someone, else who was standing up. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.

His prick drove powerfully past Christina's tightly clutching lips, his cockhead smashing against the back of her mouth before driving down her throat. Christina's nose was buried in the curly hair above Bob's cock and she whimpered with delight, her body sizzling as her clit got hotter and hotter. Bob's fat balls, full of cum, slapped against her chin, and if she could have, Christina would have smiled. The next time she got Will's prick in her mouth, she'd have a little surprise for him.

"Abhhhhhhhh!" Bob screamed again as pressure built on pressure. Then the dam broke, the floodgates opened, and salty jism exploded from Bob's balls. Still holding Christina by the hair, he pounded into her, and the throat-stretching thickness of his cockhead made her squirm. With his prick fully, completely buried in her warm mouth and throat, his first blast of cum burst from his cocktip.

Christina sensed his eruption of cum rather than tasted his jism. And then Bob reared back so that Christina's hungry lips could swallow his throbbing cock knob and his second jet of salty-tasting, creamy cum. The blast splashed over Christina's tongue, and she moaned, almost crying in ecstasy. She swallowed his cum greedily, hardly having time to get his jism into her belly before Bob thrust his prick into her tight throat again.

"Suck it! Suck my cock! Suck my prick!" Bob chanted, watching his glistening prick disappear between Christina's lips. He was amazed that she could take his cockmeat all the way down her throat – amazed that such a beautiful woman would crave his prick so much. All in all, he concluded, Christina was a pretty amazing woman.

Christina felt him release her hair, and she began sucking his cock on her own, taking his cockpole deep into her mouth. The blasts of hot cum slowed, then stopped altogether. But not before Bob's nuts had given her a mouthful of fuck-cream. Christina felt his cock twitch and begin to shrink between her lips, and she groaned sadly.

For all his early hesitation, Bob hadn't been a bad man to start her lusty campaign with. Still keeping his prickhead between her full lips, Christina gulped down his cum and sucked his prick until his cockshaft was soft and clean. Finally, she let his prick staff slip from her lips tender embrace, and she looked up at her lover.

"Well, how was my cocksucking?"

"Fantastic! I've never known anyone who could suck cock so good!" Bob slumped against a tree weakly, his knees suddenly threatening to buckle. "I think you sucked the very life right out of me and my prick."

"Come on, I'm not that good," Christina said, getting to her feet.

She looked at Bob and frowned. He looked almost green. Maybe he wasn't in as good shape as she had earlier supposed.

"We'd better go for a walk. You never can tell if someone called the cops. Besides, a good walk will restore your energies and then you can fuck me."

Bob looked at her incredulously. His face was a mask of sheer horror. "Are you out of your mind?" he asked, stepping farther away from her and pulling up his pants at the same time. "Are you trying to kill me? Is that it? You get your kicks from working over old men like me! You suck the life out of their bodies, and you work them over until they have a heart attack. That's it, isn't it?"

Christina looked at the poor, frightened old bastard. He had never come across a horny woman quite like her before. With her hands on her hips and a strange, condescending smile on her lips, she shook her head.

"Go on, little man. Run home to the wifey. And next time you cuddle up to that fat body of hers, you think about me and what you passed up."

Bob walked home on weak legs, stumbling occasionally. Christina watched him go, mildly amused at how weak he was. Yes, indeed, Christina thought, you've got a knack for blow-jobs, old girl. You've got the knack!

In the distance, Christina could see a couple kids – boys in their teens – moving closer. Time to make a hasty escape and figure out what the fuck to do about the incessant itching in her cunt, Christina decided.