Mr Tongue (10 page)

Once she had a fast and hard rhythm going, he grabb
ed two handfuls of her long
silky hair, wrapping it around his fingers. Crying out in pleasure, she squealed,

“Oh yes, ride me harder, cowboy.”

Moving the second handful of hair all to one hand, he slapped her ass and shouted,

“Giddy up, baby! Ride that cock.”

Rocking her body faster, she cried out as her pussy began to quiver. Releasing his hold on her hair, Matt put his hands on her shoulders and drove himself into her as hard as he could. As he thrust harder and faster, the sound of his balls slapping against her became muffled by their moans of pleasure.

Her quaking muscles milked his throbbing cock as he came deep inside her as he collapsed against her, pressing her flat against the felt
surface
. He lay there, gasping for breath until she mumbled,

“You need to buy a riding crop.”

“Why?”

Giggling, she said, “You’re kidding right? What did we just finish doing?”

Nodding, he said, “Ah, what about cowboy hats and guns too?”

Waiting for him to untie her wrists before responding, she turned and grabbed his softening cock, “I think we’ve already got the gun.”

“Right,” he mumbled, as he pulled out of her reach, busying himself by putting the whipped cream back in the fridge.

With a sideways glance, she smiled slyly and said, “I’m feeling a bit sticky. I’m going to take a shower.”

Locking his eyes on her ass, he watched her walk down the hallway to his bedroom, where she stopped in the doorway to glance back at him and slowly lick her lips. As she disappeared into his room, he groaned as his tender cock twitched against his thigh.

Trying to distract himself from the thoughts of Carrie’s naked wet body in his shower, he put the rest of the food away and carefully spot cleaned the felt surface of the pool table. After a few minutes, he dropped the cleaning cloth and mumbled, “Fuck this shit. There’s a naked nympho in my shower. Sore balls or not, I’m going in there.”

Halfway through the living room, the vibration of his cell phone caught his attention. Picking it up, he started reading his text messages:

Message number one: Hey baby let’s fuck.

Message number two: Is Mr Tongue available?

Message number three: You were a blast last night. Let’s do it again. My place…just you, me and three of my best friends. Are you game?”

Hell yeah. I would have to be dead to turn down an offer like that
, he thought.

“Matt? Are you coming?” Carrie called out from the shower.

As he typed a quick response to the text before turning his phone off and hiding it in a drawer, he yelled, “Yes, sweetie. Be right there.”

With his balls tightening and his cock hardening as he walked toward the bathroom, he wondered,

How hard can it be to live a double life?
Sure, I hate my day job but the fringe benefits are great.
I can handle fucking a judge in her office every afternoon while staying up all night fucking lots of horny women. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?

Just as he stepped into the bathroom, Carrie whipped the shower door open, grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into the sh
ower, pushing him to the floor to hungrily suck
his cock into her mouth,
as he
thought,

Worst case scenario, I will overdose on sex but what a way to go!