"Christ, you turn me on," he said. "Are you going to be nice to me?"
"I'd rather fuck you," he said.
"I'm not promising."
He groaned. "You never want to fuck."
"Stanley, that's not true. Anyway, you know how I am. If you don't like it, we don't have to see each other any more."
"Oh Jesus!"
"I thought you liked doing that to me."
"I do like it, but I like to fuck also."
"Well, do that first and we'll see what happens."
He finally agreed. She patted his face and said he could help get her pantyhose off. She knew he liked doing that. She slipped her shoes off, raised her skirt and waited for him.
She smiled at the lust in his eyes as he gazed at the crotch of her sheer pantyhose. She knew he could see her cuntbush. That's what they all wanted. Show them some snatch and they turn to jelly. Like Stanley. How easy he was.
He went down on his knees to get his fingers at the waistband of her pantyhose. He peeled the nylon down, and when her belly was uncovered, he pushed his nose at her cuntbush and sniffed at her.
She let him stay there a moment with his face pressed against her crotch, and then she pushed at his head and told him to get on with it. When he finally had her pantyhose off, she slipped her feet back into the spike heels and teased him by letting her skirt drop to cover her body again.
"Darling, I'd like another drink."
She could see the disappointment in his eyes. Well, let him stew a few minutes, she thought. The hotter he was, the better it would be for her. She thought of going go the john to freshen her pussy a bit, but then she decided tonight Stanley would get it as it was. Hot and juicy and a bit sweaty after the evening's activities. Good for gobbling, she thought. She quivered as she thought of his tongue in there.
She finally let him go down on her.
"You can do it now if you want." She sat down in one of the easy chairs, pulled her skirt up and raised one knee to expose her pussy.
Stanley's eyes turned hot and he immediately went down on his knees in front of her. She ran her fingers through her cuntbush and smiled at him. "Hurry, darling."
He moved in like a hungry puppy. She moaned at the first touch of his tongue in her slit. God, how she loved it. She opened it for him. Her gash was a mess of hot juices, but Stanley obviously adored it and she wouldn't argue with him about it. She couldn't understand how a man could enjoy sucking a slimy cunt. All that sticky stuff down there, some of it already turned into a white froth.
She watched his tongue as he licked her. She watched him scoop the goo out of her snatch and swallow it down. She stroked his head to encourage him. She told him she loved it and that was certainly true. She kept him down there until she came. She came on his face, her thighs closing around his ears as a fresh batch of juice gushed out of her pussy to cover his mouth.
After that he wanted to fuck her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at her. "Come on, Helen, let's go in the bedroom."
"Aren't you comfortable here?"
"I want you on a bed."
She put her legs down and covered her knees with her skirt. "Darling, I don't know if I want to."
"But why not?"
"You always ask that. I don't think I'm in the mood that's all. I don't like to do it when I'm not in the mood for it."
"You were in the mood for what I just did."
"Well, that's different. Anyway, why don't you get your clothes off if you're so horny?"
"What about you?"
She agreed to undress also. She insisted they do it in the living room. She was afraid that if she went to the bedroom with him, he'd get too wild and force himself on her. She peeled her blouse and skirt off and carefully draped it over the back of a chair. Then she unhooked her bra and put it on top of the other things. When she turned to look at Stanley again, she found him naked and waiting for her.
He did have a nice body. A thick dangling cock with lots of hair around his balls.
She smiled and went to him and took his long prick in her hand. "You're always impatient."
"I don't get to fuck you enough, Helen."
"Make nice to me again."
"Again?"
"Well, it'll work me up, won't it? I mean I need that if we're going to do anything else."
He gave in as he always did. What she liked about Stanley was that he was manageable. She sat down again. This time she was naked. She raised both knees to her tits and offered him her crotch. Once again he went down on the rug in front of her to suck her pussy. She kept him at it awhile, and then she pushed her ass forward on the seat cushion and pulled her knees even farther back to roll her ass upwards.
Stanley knew what she wanted. It wasn't the first time and she was sure he liked it. She groaned as his tongue washed over her brownie. He licked all around the crack of her ass and then back up to her cunt again. The feel of his warm wet tongue all over her crotch was delicious. What she really wanted was his tongue inside her asshole. But it was too awkward to ask him for it and he seemed too stupid to get the idea himself. She'd had it only once, and then from a man who was past sixty and eager to lick and suck everything he could get his mouth on. There was something very special about feeling someone's, tongue inside her asshole.
He finally stayed with her cunt and worked on it with his lips and tongue. She kept her cuntlips spread apart with her fingers, her eyes on his nose. When she needed more pressure on her clit, she pushed at his nose with a finger and he responded by using the point of his nose to rub up and down the shaft of her clit.
Before long, she went off, shuddering and moaning as she came on his open mouth.
When she came down again, she lowered her legs and smiled at him. "I love the way you do that."
"My balls are about to explode."
Helen chuckled. "We don't want that, do we? Stand up and let me see."
He was helpless now. He rose to his feet, stood in front of her with his cock pointing up like a thick hard club and his balls indeed swollen and tight. She giggled as she ran her fingertips over his bloated ball-bag. He was hung so nicely. Like a horse. She'd done a good deal of riding when she'd been a girl, and the sight of a stallion's cock and balls had always made her furiously hot.
She finally curled her fingers around Stanley's cockshaft. She could feel his blood throbbing in her fist. She held his nuts in her left hand and his cock in her right fist. She started stroking his prick, slowly at first, but with a definite rhythm.
"Helen, I…"
"It's all right, darling. You need to get off and I don't mind."
"But you promised we'd fuck."
"Let's do this first."
He was angry. "Christ, you're a bitch!"
She paid no attention to him. She kept her eyes on his cock now. She was determined to make him come. She'd bring him off and then he'd drive her home. She didn't care about fucking him tonight. He didn't own her and she was free to do anything she liked.
He was close now. She could feel it in his balls. She watched his cock with intense interest. She always liked to see it. She liked to watch the knob of a cock swell up before the explosion. Then he groaned and the first dribble of white came out. He foamed out like he always did. Then he shot. A great glob hot against her tits. Then again and again. She loved watching it. She could feel his big balls jumping in her hand as the spunk jetted out of his pisshole. She kept her fingers moving, milking his prick, and pulling the load out of his balls until he shuddered and pushed her hand away.
He looked at her with anger in his eyes. "You're a crazy bitch, Helen."
"No I'm not."
"Crazy and selfish."
"If you think that, I'm going to leave."