Jack's screaming attracted attention from passing cars and trucks. But the doors of the cab were high enough to block the view of everyone except for a load of people in a city bus that pulled up alongside. Still, Betty and Jack were totally oblivious to the cager stares of the shocked riders.
With her lips sucking his prick, her tongue lashing his cockhead, and her fingers playing with his aching balls, Jack couldn't delay his climax any longer, no matter how hard he tried to prolong the wonderful sensations.
The onrushing flood of semen spurred Betty on to the heights of cock-sucking ability. Though it was difficult, she made good the command not to lose a drop of her boss' precious cum. His hot load splashed down her throat, into the waiting fires of lust burning in her belly.
Betty sucked cock like a madwoman. Even after Jack's cock had gone soft, she was still sucking the shit out of it. She literally sucked him until his balls were dry. A satisfied smile curled up the corners of her mouth as she slipped from between his athletic legs into a puddle on the floor of the cab.
"That was good, bitch," Jack said drunkenly, trying to stuff his prick back in his pants when he realized that the cab was almost at his home.
The suck job she gave her boss had sobered Betty up a little, but she was still too smashed to be able to find her way off the floor. As he zipped up the front of his pants, Jack used Betty like a footstool, and she didn't mind in the least.
"Here it is," Jack said to the driver as they pulled up in front of his apartment house. "Stop here, damn it," he said angrily, pissed that the cabbie had driven pest the lobby of his building.
"What the fuck are you all steamed up about?" the cabbie said. "You just got your dick blown, not me. I'm the one that should be bugged, for Christ sakes!"
Jack completely ignored the fat slob in the front seat of the cab. He dropped a few dollars into the money drawer in the partition. Climbing out, he kicked Betty in her ribs, but didn't even bother to say he was sorry.
"Let's go, slut," Jack told his slave, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.
Up until that moment, Betty assumed that she would just drop her boss off at his place and continue on to her awn apartment further uptown. She never expected him to ask her up to his place. Maybe he thought they had gone to her place, she thought to herself. Either way, she didn't intend to pass by another chance to get her hands on his prick.
When Betty climbed out of the cab, her mini-skirt remained bunched up around her waist. Her black-nylon cunt-soaked panties were dearly on display. When she started to straighten herself out, Jack slapped her hands out of the way. He liked the way she looked, like a fucked-out whore that he had picked up on Forty-second Street.
Betty wasn't crazy about parading around with her sopping pussy hanging out, but she didn't intend to go against her boss' wishes. Jack had shown just how obediently he liked his women to act, and she had no eyes for a beating. Not right there in the middle of the street!
Jack led the way into the building, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure that Betty's cunt was still on view. He knew how embarrassed she must feel, and he thought that was the funniest thing in the world.
The doorman that let Betty and Jack into the building could hardly believe his eyes. She was swinging her hips in slow, inviting circles, knowing just how her boss liked her to act. She smiled wantonly, seeing the lump of hard flesh sticking up uniform his leg. His dick pushed the front of his out like a tent, and Betty found herself wondering just how big the stud's prick really was.
Of course, the doorman said nothing. Standing to the side as they passed, he inhaled the erotic aroma of Betty's perfume mixed with her cunt-juice. As she passed by, she let her hand brush across the front of the doorman's pants. She felt how hard he was against the back of her hand.
As they walked to the elevator, the doorman really got an eyeful. The nylon bikini panties didn't hide her ass any more than it hid her pussy. He could see the deep crack of her ass running the length of those firm mounds. He imagined what a sweet, tight whole was hidden deep in that dark crack. At that moment, he envied Jack Taylor more then any other man in the entire city, if not the world.
Standing in front of the elevator, Jack slipped his hand under the elastic waistband of Betty's panties. He shoved his hand down her asscrack, the tips of his fingers seeking out the puckered ring of her anus. He had little trouble finding the familiar target.
The doorman thought his cock would explode when he saw Jack Taylor shove his hand down that beautiful woman's panties. Even from across the room, he could hear the loud moan the tramp made when her escort pushed a finger up her shitbox.
When the elevator door slid open, the horny, drunk couple quickly climbed in. When she turned around, Betty stared right into the doorman's face. She pushed her cunt out towards him as she licked her lips. It was obvious how turned-on he was, and she enjoyed every moment of it until the door sild closed and brought down the curtain on her whorish performance.
"Where's your wife tonight, baby?" Betty asked, licking his lips lightly with the very tip of her hot tongue.
"I guess she's home," Jack replied, his words still thick from all the booze that he had consumed that afternoon.
Betty still couldn't figure out whether or not Jack knew where he was. He didn't seem quite as drunk as he had a little while before. She was beginning to think that her handsome boss knew just what the hell he was doing.
Billy moved the little engagement party into the bedroom. He had his mother strip off her pants to make it easy to fuck her any way he felt. Barbara's black-leather dress was in a soft puddle in a corner of the room. The only thing his fiancee was wearing was an elaborate harness made of belting leather.
Billy was on his second load of the night. And he couldn't think of a better place to shoot it than his mother's asshole. And Janet couldn't think of a place that she would rather have bathed than her steaming shitbox.
Barbara positioned herself so that her head was between Janet's legs and her mouth flat against her best friend's pussy. She would rather it be her own asshole that Billy was plowing, but she had to admit that she was enjoying Barbara's suck-hole.
Nothing seemed strange to Jack when he unlocked the door and stepped into hit apartment. He wasn't even bothering to think of Italy to tell Janet. He was hot for Betty's cunt, and he wasn't about to pass it by. He made up his mind that if his wife didn't like it, she could just shove it up her ass for all he cared.
Jack assumed that Janet was home when he saw all the lights on. With an arm around Betty's tight waist, he led the way into his living room. He was surprised when he didn't see her sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.
Betty was the first to notice the bits of clothing strewn all over the place. She also noticed the pills and half-smoked joints on the tables beside the sofa. Things were getting more and more interesting by the minute.
"What the fuck's going on here?" Jack asked himself, suddenly hearing noises in the other part of the apartment.
Betty immediately knew what was happening. Her boss' wife was having a little fun while the old man worked late at the office. Betty knew that there would soon be fireworks, and she was wondering how Jack would explain her presence. She knew his stow would be good.
Jack still had his arm around Betty's waist and her skirt was still bunched up over her ass as they headed for the bedroom and the noises that they heard. Jack was getting angry, while the bitch at his side got more and more turned-on by the whole scene that was opening up before her eyes.