Subject: Beth Gets Bushwhacked
Content: Beth could feel her feet poking out from under the tablecloth. That was hot. Her husband sat up above, talking to the friend whose cock was in her mouth. That was hotter. The friend's wife, eating her snatch was damn hot. That they were all in a dimly lit, expensive, classy restaurant? Fucking spectacular. Not knowing either the friend or the wife? That's what made her eyes clench in an effort not to moan every time the slut hit that special spot, or slid her fingers up her asshole. How any of them were going to get out of there without everyone knowing was a puzzle. She herself didn't care -- she was open to anyone who cared to throw it, and was proud every time someone assumed she was. It meant she was doing her job right. Speaking of jobs... She kept tension around her lips as she sucked him in again, sliding her tongue around the head constantly, never letting the meat in front of her know what she was going to do next, keeping it full of hot, pumping blood. Her hands felt his balls, icy cold a few minutes ago. Sucking and pulling on them had warmed them to hot. Ball sacs were some of the best toys around, in her opinion. Their unique, wrinkled texture, with the map of the ropy balls themselves just below the service, made her finger herself every time. She clutched his balls, tightening and then loosening, causing the dick to clench and unclench inside her mouth and down her throat. She kept bobbing up and down, wishing she cold moan or make the large, nasty sucking sounds that made men that much closer to purely blissful. She loved making a man orgasm without cumming, reducing him to the blissful, blind paralysis of absolute sexual pleasure she experienced every time a big thick sausage filled her. Her cunt was on fire now, the tongue and fingers between her legs driving her to new creative heights in her pursuit of making cock happy. That's what a man and a woman were, in the end. A cock and a cunt, getting as close to each other as possible, feeding off of each other's desire to fuck and suck and finger and lick in animal fury. The man who was connected to this cock in her mouth began to push forward, thrusting and fucking at her. In Beth's experience this meant one of two things. The man needed to cum, needed to shoot his energy out in long, white spasms -- lifeblood of passion, spilt in and on some very exciting places. The other was that he didn't want a blowjob at all, but needed to fuck her. She loved it. She needed it. Her pussy was so fucking lonely without a cock trying to rip a hole through her womb. She thought that he was about ready to cum. There was no way she was letting her twat off of the bitch's face on the floor, anyways. She was way too good at her job to stop now. As a special treat she reached down between the cunt's legs, soaping up all the juice and spunk lying there. She scooped it all up, getting her finger soaked, and then slid her digits up the guy's ass, getting her whole middle finger up there before he knew what was happening. The reaction was immediate. His dick began pulsing wildly, and she could feel his cum streaming up the shaft as it came towards her mouth. She pulled him up out of her throat, so he was only in her mouth. She didn't want to lose any of the taste, or the texture of a good hot load blasted out of what she lived to get and got continuously. She lived a fantastic life. She ALWAYS wanted and was more than willing to produce cum from cock, and cock always wanted her to get them off. After the flavour in his load started to wear off she spent what was left on his wife's tits, all over the little black dress she was still wearing. They were, after all, in a restaurant. The woman would be humiliated, and her man would want Beth from now on. Beth only had one rule about other women in the bedroom, be it with her husband or anyone else. She was queen. She got the best cock, the best positions, and the most privileges. Any bitch that had a problem could leave, because her husband's cock wanted her cunt most, and she wouldn't be in any other man's bed if his cunt could do her job right. After the man had cum, and Beth had nursed gently on him for awhile, she regretfully zipped him up, got the other woman to stop licking her, and slid gracefully up into her seat again. There was a very clear, very obvious remnant of the load she had just swallowed on her chin, and she had left it there on purpose. She found a good way to get more cock was by publicly displaying that she had just gotten some. For some reason men loved chaining her, never stopping until each and every last one of them was spent. She was hoping the waiter would notice and she could take him in the kitchen. Kitchen fucks were oh so much fun. You usually ended up getting fucked a lot, and the meal was on the house most of the time. Her husband always was after her to be more careful with money. The other woman had still not emerged, and Beth was thinking that if she wanted any chance to get that stain off her dress she should soon. Then she noticed her husband's face, and knew that the whore wasn't cumming up anytime soon. Disappointed, because she had hoped to give him a hand-job, she began looking around the room. She was bored. The conversation at her own table and those around her, were all about business and stocks and such. God, getting rich was just another route to getting pussy, and she was right there, ready to go. Why would men still worry about money when what they desired was but a mere hand gesture away? She decided to go to the bar, maybe get a good fuck, a few hand-jobs in before it was time to leave. First she had to ask her husband if it was okay. He said fine, but one of the rules was that if she wanted to go off and play she had to bring him back a toy or a memento. She promised, and then went off. First she really, really needed to get off, so that she could fully enjoy herself. Luckily she'd been doing this a long time and knew the quickest way to get a guy in a public restaurant. She simply went into the men's room, took off her dress and started fingering herself on the counter. The next guy to walk in was a little nerdy guy, with big glasses and a long nose. She smiled to herself. Geeks were almost always great fucks. He nearly shit himself when he saw her. His whole head instantly dropped to her snatch, spread wide open and pooling juices on the counter. She could already see his dick trying to rip a hole in his slacks. And what a hole! She couldn't believe the monster hiding on the nerdy little creature in front of her. Intrigued, she waited until he got a little closer, coaxing him with her little finger until he was close enough to reach out and grab. She cupped her hand underneath, snagging his balls. They were tight, snugged up close to his horse member. Keeping eye contact with him she dropped to her knees on the floor, right in the middle of the men's room. She had originally planned on moving to a stall once her trap was tripped, but she couldn't wait. She had to see this present. She wasted no time in unsnapping his pants, unzipping them, and then reaching into his boxers. The first time she touched a man's cock was a special time to Beth. She loved to feel and smell and taste each man's differences. She loved the wide varieties of cum men had to offer, the bitterness of the coffee drinkers and the sweet nectar of orange juice spunk. She had become a connoisseur over the years, and relished first contact with a wine taster's professionalism. Except, of course, that she swallowed everything she drank. Unless she was going to share it with someone else. This man had the smoothest, tightest cock she had ever felt. The skin was taut and thick, and her hands could glide up and down without causing any wrinkles or anything. She didn't even need to spit to start wanking him through his boxers. She looked up at her newest partner as her hand snaked up through the bottom of his boxers, popping his balls into sight. They were magnificent. Covered in those tiny little hairs she loved so much, they looked like lollipops. So she started sucking them, nursing them, licking their soft undersides and savouring them, treating them like the hors-d'oeuvres they were, something to be fully appreciated before moving on to the main course. There was a hint of salt on them, though not nearly as much as she usually encountered. That was good, because it allowed the natural flavouring of ball to come through, but there was just enough salt to counteract the sweetness. The slime factor was at about a two, a little low. Some of the sluts she knew liked the slime factor to be as low as possible, but she liked it. It swirled around with her spit, and gave it that elasticity that allowed for a really long spit-rope between her and whatever she was sucking. Plus it had a nice, almost meaty taste. She sucked on them for a while, probably two or three solid minutes, while the man above looked down, still in shock. Then it was time for dinner. She had already decided that she was going to go home with this guy and fuck and suck him all night long. He was getting the works. She was even going to try and get this monster up her ass. There were a few cunts she could call in favours for, maybe set this could-be pimp up with a harem. He looked lonely, and no way should a cock of his stature be without companionship. A wicked thought came into her head. It was very, very hard, but she stopped, buttoned his pants back up, dressed herself, and started walking towards the door. She had almost made it when he caught her. He grabbed her by the wrist, spun her around and into a stall, and plonked her ass down onto the toilet. Unzipping is own pants and whipping out his almost visible blue-balled cock, he slammed it into her mouth, not even giving her enough time to breathe. He held her head on his dick for a good ten seconds, keeping eye contact. He finally releases her and she pulled back, gasping for air. "Listen, bitch," he said, "I've been fucked around too long to let some slut walk out on me before she even gets going. Now you're going to suck my big 'ole cock until I cum, and it ain't easy for a mouth to get me off, so you're going to be sucking for a long time, and I'm going to be fucking your mouth before this is done. Then I'm taking you back to my place where you're going to get on your hands and knees while I ram your asshole. You're going to stay with me the whole weekend, and boy are you going to be sore by the end. You're gonna call up all of your slut friends, and I'm going to have quite a show on my hands. It's going to be a good ole-fashioned les show, and it's all going to be for me. Do you understand?" At the end of his speech he reached down and, grabbing her neckline, ripped her dress all the way to her cunt, spilling out her tits. He looked at them, grabbed them roughly, and squeezed. "I said, do you understand?" Beth looked up at him in amazement -- she had never expected this reaction, and while being turned on by this incredibly masculine display just soaked her cunt even more, that it was coming from this accountant-looking guy had her in shock. It was all she could do to nod before going to work on him. He was right about taking a long time to cum. She must have worked on him for half an hour, using all of her best tricks. She tried licking him up and down his shaft, flicking her tongue, but he would have none of it. He told her that she better have cock in her mouth the whole time and forced himself down her throat when even she couldn't take it all. He pounded her so hard she thought she'd have bruises on her face, before finally dumping loads of cum in her mouth, on the remains of her dress, on her tits, in her hair -- everywhere. She sagged down, thinking it was over, but he pulled her chin up and made her pulse his pulse while more cum dribbled out the end of his cock. He then reached down, to her throbbing, volcanically hot twat, rammed his fingers inside her and smeared her juices all over his dick, making her suck them off him before pushing her back against the wall. "I'm going to get another drink, harlot. You're going to walk out in a few minutes, and you better not be cleaned up. You're going to walk straight out the door and into the parking lot where you're going to wait by my car. It's a dark blue BMW. You're going to kneel by the driver's side door and wait for me. You got all that?" Beth nodded. He zipped up and walked out the door and she collapsed back, deliriously, orgasmicaly happy. THE END
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