Dirty Slut Begging For Sex

“Oooooooo,” she trilled seductively. “You’re so strong! Please don’t hurt me!”
Tom’s nuts felt full to bursting. This was like some erotic wet dream, having a gorgeous naked woman practically begging him to fuck her. He pulled the covers the rest of the way off her round smooth thighs and delicate calves. Her legs were slightly spread, and he pulled them farther apart. Then he could see the hot red labia between her thighs, wetly gaping. He could even see her erect clit poking out between her hair-lined fringes. He jammed his mouth on that needy twat before he had time to think it over. Tasting the exciting odors of her slot, his tongue roved up and down it. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” She reached under his mouth and lewdly pulled her own pussy lips apart, so his seeking tongue penetrated up her hot swampy passage. She wriggled her ass up and down, finding the friction her love button needed by rubbing it over his nose.

Tom was in a haze of happiness. He didn’t know whose pussy he was tonguing, but he couldn’t care less. He was a cunt man, he always had been. Not that he didn’t appreciate every vibrant inch of a woman’s body! And to prove he, he reached and gathered up her firm long titties in his fingers, milking them with strong, even strokes.

The hot eruption of her juices in his mouth almost made him cum right that second! But somehow his manhood was at stake, and he pulled his face away. Her cream dripped from his lips and chin and he licked it hungrily, as he yanked her hips farther down on the bed.

His fat cockhead pushed at her viscous red opening, and slid in as easy as if it were greased—which of course it was, in a sense.

At this point, he stopped telling the fantastic tale and looked down fondly at Rosie. “It wasn’t like fucking you, honey. Somebody else had that gal’s cherry, a long long time ago!”
Rosie discovered that just listening to him talk about sex made her hot and horny again. Her little vaginal passage had been a bit painful, but all that was hardly a memory once she got turned on again. She clenched her pussy lips together, and shivered pleasurable at the sensations it sent through her. She just didn’t know if she could listen to much more! Doing was more fun than hearing!
All the same, the story delighted her. What a joke it was, knowing the true story behind the Love Bandit publicity. Besides, it was nice to know that other females acted as she did, and had the courage to go after what they wanted. She slipped her hand down Tom’s thigh and found the soft little roll of his limp cock.
She giggled at her own thoughts. “It’s my tootsie roll,” she said, grinning. “Rosie wants to suck her tootsie roll!”
“But go on,” she urged, licking the lump of flesh. “Tell me what happened.”
He let his mind drift back again. “Well, of course I fucked her. Or, I might as well tell the truth, she fucked me!”

The woman was insatiable! Her inner muscles gripped his stiff rod amd milked it, her insides seem to ripple body around his meat giving him sensations he’d never felt before. He did his part, of course! He pounded his dick into her steamy cunt as he’d never pounded in his life, until his eyes blurred and his whole body was caught up in the lascivious delicious action. She had an uncanny way of guessing, or knowing, when he was about to climax. Then she’d slow her twisting pumping action, and her hands would be on his chest, forcing him back, slowing him down. It was the most delightful painful time he’d ever known. A dozen times he’d be gasping, aching for completion. And then her long fingernails scraped down his sides, her wicked fingers pinched his asscheeks and hips and even his surging—until his hard-on dropped just a little bit. Not his balls, though—they still ached as they hadn’t since he was a teenager!
The climax, when it finally came, was as devastating as the rest of it. He must have spurted buckets, he thought, and her still hungry vagina worked on his exploding cock, prolonging the agonizing pleasure almost beyond his endurance.
As for the woman, she screamed so loudly, it was a miracle the cowhands didn’t hear her!
“AAAniHini!” she shrieked hi his ears.
“HHHniniYininin!”
Later, as they lay side by side, he said, “Lady, you are just something else!”
“My name is Lulu,” she said and giggled. “You weren’t half bad yourself.”
“Oh, wow!” He stretched and yawned. “I’d better get going, get out of here!”
She didn’t want to let him go, but he dragged his ass reluctantly out of bed. Lulu slipped on a frilly sheer robe that barely covered her plump curves, and walked him to the door. “Ill let you out,” she said.
“Damn good thing, too. If I tried to climb out a window, I’d fall right on my face!”
In the half-open doorway, she handed him his automatic. “I like your other gun better,” she said in that sexy voice, wriggling her shoulders so her bobbies popped out of the robe like ripe melons falling out of a basket.
“Do you?” He stared down at her jiggling tits and fleshy hips. Unbelievably, his cock stiffened a little and his balls made themselves known. He’d have sworn he was fucked dry, tapped out, for two or three days at least. And of course, standing in the doorway with her was twenty times as dangerous as searching the house. These Westerners defended their property with guns, and property certainly included plump juicy young wives!
But he couldn’t seem to pull himself outside that door!
To make it worse, the smiling woman put her hand to his crotch and squeezed his burgeoning penis. She leaned up into him, rubbing her tits on his chest. Her breathing came fast and harsh, sending her boobs into a kind of quickstep dance.
“Just one more,” she pleaded huskily. “Just a quickie!”
“You’re crazy!” And he was on the verge of insanity himself, because he didn’t even think to close the door when he grabbed her around the waist and shoved her back into the hall. There was a small table along the wall, and he bent her over it with her back to him. He brushed her robe aside impatiently and stuck his hardening dong between her round asscheeks. But her pussy was at the wrong angle. Really hot now, he pulled her away and shoved her down on the floor. “Well do it dog-fashion, you bitch!”
Lulu didn’t seem to mind. She smiled over her shoulder at the hungry man as he mounted her from the rear, plowing his stiff rod into her avid wet nest.
“Whooossshhhhhh!” he gasped in a very few minutes, as they both came together. “God, one more round with you and I couldn’t even crawl out of the house!”
Even then Lulu wasn’t ready to let him go. As he zipped up again, she hooked her fingers in his belt. “You weren’t just looking for something to steal,” she said confidently.
Tom didn’t know what to say, even if he had breath left to say it with. But she didn’t need an answer.
“I know who you are,” she said. “Old Hunter Brown’s son. He used to be my husband’s partner; that’s why you’re here.” He didn’t try to deny it. “If what you wanted wasn’t here, try Phil Stoke’s widow’s house. He was another partner.”
Just remembering the lewd meeting turned him
on! He looked at Rose, wondering what she thought of the story, wondering what was going on in that complicated girlish mind of hers. She’d only lost her virginity an hour ago, and maybe she was shocked.
Rosie was frowning, thoughtfully. The story seemed incomplete to the girl, somehow. “And you never saw her again?” she asked jealously.
“No, never.”
“But she must have been the one who started all that Love Bandit stuff. Started it, but… according to the radio, there were a lot more burglaries and rapes.”
“I didn’t do all of them,” he answered, laughing. “Some of the local dudes must have gotten in on the act. Raking in on my reputation, so to speak.”
“You didn’t do ALL of them? But some?”
“You ask too many questions. Anyhow, don’t you have to help Belle with the dinner? She’s gonna fire your ass out of here, girl, if you spend all your time in bed with the customers!”
“Oh, shit.” She nestled against his thigh and took long slow tongue-laps over his still limp cock. “I can’t leave now,” she said slyly. ‘Things are beginning to heppen.”
Sure enough, his dick was growing more rigid under her tongue.
“What’s happening is, I have to take a piss,” he said kindly.
When she heard his urine splatter into the toilet bowl, Rosie wished she had the nerve to go watch. Next time, she promised herself. And there certainly was going to be a next time, for every exciting event of the day.

In a way, she wasn’t altogether sorry to have it end temporarily. Entirely too much had happened to the girl, too quickly! She needed time to think about it, to take it all in, to decide what she really felt and thought. One thing she knew for sure, she was crazy about Tom Brown, more than ever. Love Bandit or no! She thought he was telling her the truth about himself. She acknowledged privately that she wasn’t really important enough to lie to.

It had been like a door opening into a whole new world, where people did and felt things she’d never even dreamed of. In her normal Midwestern family, people closed doors. Bedroom doors, bathroom doors, mental doors. To her knowledge, she’d never even seen a man’s genitals before, even though she lived in the same house with a father
and a brother. Shit, she never even &aw her own mother except with lots and lots of clothes on!
Back home, it would have been shocking just to have a man go in the bathroom and pee, as Tom was doing, without shutting the bathroom door. Shutting and locking, as if what they had to hide was either so embarrassing or so valuable, they couldn’t take the risk of someone else seeing it.
And it was valuable, all right, she thought with a secret smile.