Wife made to suck

CHAPTER ONE

The war was over. Kelly had lost. Sam Hartman had her over a barrel. He had caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. His cookie jar. The petty cash drawer at the office.

Kelly tried the old feminine stand-by, tears. Her blue eyes glistened wetly and she sobbed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hartman. Really I am. Please try to understand. The rent is due, and Tom had to take a cut in pay in order to keep his job. I didn't know what to do."

"So, you rob me," Sam said. "How many times have you done that?"

"Only this once!" Kelly cried. "I swear it! Oh, please, Mr. Hartman, don't think I'm a thief!"

"When somebody steals, they're a thief," he said flatly.

Kelly felt herself losing ground fast. "How can I make you understand?" she pleaded.

"There's nothing to understand," Sam said.

Kelly felt whipped. She heaved a sigh of resignation. "What are you going to do?"

"What else?" Sam said, with a shrug. "Call the police."

"The police!" Kelly gasped. "Oh, please! Don't do that! I'll pay you back!"

"How?"

"I'll work nights! For free!"

Sam shook his head doubtfully. "Your husband will never stand still for that. You're newlyweds, for God's sake."

"He doesn't have to know!" Kelly blurted. "He works nights. I could come back to the office after I get him off to work each evening."

Sam stored that information in his mental computer, and said, "There's a better way to handle this,"

"How?" Kelly asked. "You can be nice to me."

Kelly's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Sam grinned at her. "Now, what do you think a fifty-year-old man means when he says that to a nineteen-year-old fox like you?"

Kelly got angrily to her feet. Her young tits jutted sharply in the tightness of her blue minidress.

"That's filthy!" she fumed. "I'd rather face the police!"

"Suit yourself," Sam said, and lifted the telephone.

Panic seized Kelly, and her heart pounded crazily behind her heaving tits. "Wait. Don't!"

Sam set the phone down. His eyes ran over her blonde hair and pretty face and sexy mouth and thrusting tits.

Kelly felt whipped again. All the girls in the office knew that Mr. Hartman was a peeking, leering, dirty old man, but none of them ever would do a thing like this.

She looked at his white hair and naughty eyes, and grinning mouth. "What do you want me to do?" she asked weakly.

"You can be my playmate for a few days," he said.

"A few days!" Kelly cried. "I only took fifty dollars!"

"Maybe," Sam drawled. "I wonder what a check of the records will show?"

He might as well have lashed her with a whip. She sank back down into her chair across from his desk.

"All right," she said, with a sigh. "What do you want?"

"Show me how you masturbate," he said. "Mr. Hartman! God, you are dirty!"

"Oh, come now," Sam said. "You must have masturbated before you were married. Maybe you still do. I do. I'd just like to see how you do it. You know how men are. We all like to see things like that."

"This is degrading," Kelly told him. But she slipped a hand under her dress between her thighs.

"Not like that," Sam said. "Hang your legs over the arms of the chair."

Kelly blushed. "This isn't a dirty movie, Mr. Hartman. I'm a real person."

"You sure are," he said lewdly. "So spread your legs and show me how a girl plays with own pussy."

"That's awful," Kelly said.

But she slung a leg over each arm of the chair, and her curvy young thighs were splayed. The blue of her cute panties matched the blue of her dress and eyes. They were very tight and her pussy-lips macic a nice bump in the crotch of them.

Looking away from her boss' hot eyes, Kelly stroked her crotch with slender fingers. Her fingertips smoothed up and down in a slow, tantalizing way. Her eyes got soft.

Sam stared hotly and licked his lips. "Do you always play with your cunt through your panties?"

Kelly refused to look at him. Keeping her eyes lowered, she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. Her cunt was blonde, young, pink skid moist.

Her hand slid down her thigh and her fingers started toying with her smooth pussylips. Two fingers spread the lips apart and a third finger rubbed her clit.

"Ohhh," she moaned, as her clit stiffened against her rubbing fingertip.

Even as she moaned, a finger of her other hand stole into her juicy cunt-mouth and disappeared in there. Then both fingers, one rubbing her clit and the other sliding in and out of her wet fuck-hole.

She started to breathe more heavily. Her nostrils flared. Her tits rose and fell. Little quivers of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her young body and her cute young ass slipped on the chair as her cunt made small circles against her fingers.

Her heavy-lidded eyes found Sam's leering face. "I never had a man watch me before," she breathed.

"Does it excite you?" he asked.

"No," Kelly lied. "It shames me."

Her head fell back, her eyes closed and her lips parted. She could almost feel Sam's eyes glued to her humping crotch. She came wetly all over her fingers. They got soaked.

"Ohhh!" she moaned, with a final shudder of pleasure. Thea her whole body, once straining, went lax in the chair.

"Ohhh," she moaned again. After several seconds of deep breathing, she covered her wet cunt and struggled up into a sitting position. Her eyes were sparkly and her face was glowing.

"I hope you're satisfied," she said snidely.

"Come here," Sam said, with a boss' authority.

Kelly got to her feet and circled his desk. He swiveled and faced her. He leaned back in his chair, and Kelly's eyes dropped to his lap. In his fist was the biggest, wettest cock she had ever seen.

"Oh, my God!" she declared. "You were playing with yourself all that time!"

Sam milked his prick up and down in his fist, and said, "Suck me off."

"Mr. Hartman!" she gasped. But the horny look in his eyes and the condition of his cock told her there was no escape. "Please don't ask me to do that."

"You suck your husband's, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but…"

"Good," he said. "Only a girl with experience can do it right."

Kelly's eyes flared at him. "I've never liked you, Mr. Hartman, but now I hate you!"

Sam slipped his fist up and down on his big cock. "You have a sexy mouth, Kelly, and I've been thinking about this for a long time."

"But, I've never done that with anybody but Tom," Kelly said, tears stinging her eyes. "It isn't right. Please don't make me." Her eyes fell to his massive hard-on and she added, "Let me jerk it for you."

"You'll do that, too," Sam said as she dropped to her knees.

Hoping against hope that he would quickly bust his nuts, Kelly took his huge cock in her hand and started milking it up and down. But Sam was fifty, not fifteen, and his prick only got bigger and hotter in her fist.

He chuckled at her girlish game, and set his hand on her head.

"It's too big," she rasped, seeing it up close.

He urged her face down.

"My mouth is too small," she panted.

Sam pressed her head down, and Kelly sobbed as she took his monstrous prick into her sexy young mouth. When he felt her sexy lips caress his cockhead, he groaned with pleasure. Kelly sniffled and took more of his thick prick into her hot, wet mouth.

She didn't really want to please him, but her recent orgasms left her feeling sort of creamy-dreamy, and the size of his cock – such a big one – was rather breathtaking, to say the least. She closed her eyes to shut out the man, but in mouth quickly got horny for his massive fuckrod.

The thickness of his big prick made her pretty mouth oval into a big O. She was surprised by the size of it. Who would have guessed that Mr. Hartman was hung like this? It was enough to turn a girl's head.

Breathing rather hotly, she slipped her moist lips up and down the full length of his thick cock. His cockhead ravished her throat and she uttered a few moans as she blew him. She didn't mean to. She just couldn't help herself.

To her dismay, her pussy started purring and sort of creaming as she sucked his prick. The cummy pleasure made her whimper a little, and made her forget herself. Her small fist tightened around his massive cockshaft and she slowly jerked up and down as her mouth slid in unison.

Sam grunted like an animal and slid in his seat. His prick rose up into Kelly's hot, sucking mouth. His lust mounted. Not only did young Kelly look beautiful on her knees, bent over his massive prick, but the sucking force of her mouth was enough to drive him crazy. Her hubby was a lucky man, he thought.

Kelly's nostrils flared as she breathed faster, and her pretty head bobbed more rapidly on his stiff, wet cock. Her fist pumped, and her little tongue swirled around his cockhead as she sucked him off. His lust soared, and his balls tightened up against the thick base of his cock.

His big hands gripped the arms of the chair and he gritted his teeth against the impending explosion she was creating with her sexy young mouth. Kelly felt his prick surge between her lips and she was alarmed. She had forgotten to ask him for a handkerchief, and she had no tissues ready. She never let Tom shoot his sperm into her mouth.

"Mmmmph!" she protested on his raging fuckrod. "Mmmph! Mmmmphhh!"

Sam threw his head back and his hips jolted in the chair. His cock exploded in her mouth, all at once. A huge wad of jism spewed out of his piss-hole and Kelly gulped it down her throat in self-defense.

Then his prick leapt in her fist several times as huge gobs of jism shot out of it into her sucking, wet mouth. Again and again, his cock jumped in her hand, and again and again, a huge wad of cum gushed into her mouth. She gulped and gulped as his cock pumped creamily.

Taking full advantage of his good fortune, Sam gripped her pretty head between his big hands and fucked her face. Kelly wanted to stop, but he wouldn't let her. He held her head tightly and grinned lewdly with private pleasure as he pumped all of his cum up into her sexy young mouth.

Only when his prick stopped spitting did he release her. Then she reared back on her ass and gasped for breath, eyes wide and filled with resentment.

As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, Sam said, "You'd better get back to work before the girls start wondering."

Kelly dried her eyes and went to the door. Sam watched the swing of her cute little ass. She turned and said, "You're an evil man."

But she didn't know the half of it – yet.