"Awww, Jesus, that's good," he said. "Blow me, baby, blow me!!!"
Brenda's jaws ached from the prolonged sucking, but she kept telling herself that it couldn't be long now. Denton was very excited. His cock began to drip strong-tasting juice down her throat, and he began helplessly pumping his hips, feeding his thick rigid dick in and out of her hot juicy mouth. She dreaded the burst of his cum, but anything would be better than prolonging this disgusting scene.
"Christ," Denton said, gasping, "Ohhhhh, Christ… Yeah, baby, that's really good. Man, what a whore you'd make… I never been sucked so good!!!"
Brenda fought back her tears. Thank God Hal couldn't see her now, on her hands and knees, sucking a strange man's cock. If she got out of this, she'd never be unfaithful again. She sucked ever harder, trying to bring him off.
Suddenly, though, Denton pushed her away. His big long cock popped from her mouth, gleaming with her saliva, rosy from her hard sucking. It waved lewdly, heavily before him. The dark slit mouth of his glans was drooling thick cream. He gasped for breath.
"Shit," he said, laughing, "you sure surprised me, baby. I thought you'd piss yourself if I asked you to blow me. Turns out you like it."
That's what you think, creep, Brenda thought angrily.
She was impatient with the delay. If he wanted her to blow him, why didn't he let her get on with the job? She crawled forward, her mouth open, trying to suck his long waving pole in again. Denton laughed and stepped back.
"Uh-unh," he said, "no more goodies for you. We're gonna ball now, baby. I remember how much you liked it, so I'm gonna give you a treat."
Brenda moaned. She didn't want that. If he fucked her, she might not be able to control herself. She'd been horny all night, thinking of Hal. Maybe she could talk Denton out of it. She made her voice husky and longing.
"Please," she said, eyeing his wet stiff prick, "let me blow you. I'd love to blow you…"
"No," said Denton, grinning. "We're gonna ball. You gotta learn to take orders, baby. You gotta do just as I say."
Pig, thought Brenda.
Okay, so she'd have to fuck him. She could endure it. Hopefully he wouldn't last long, and then she could go home – for good. She'd endure almost anything to get away from this monster.
"Strip," he said. "Make it fast. I got a hard-on with no place to go."
He had a hard-on, all right. As Brenda got out of her costume, the long rosy prick weaved and bobbed heavily from his crotch, as if taunting her. He wasn't as well hung as Hal, she noted with satisfaction, but he was plenty big enough.
Brenda undressed quickly and went over to the couch Denton kept in his office. She lay down on her back and opened her long legs lewdly wide, throwing one up over the back of the couch and letting the other slide off the edge. Her pussy was wantonly exposed, and Denton gawked hungrily at the gleaming red slit. She wanted it that way, wanted to excite him so much that he'd cum very fast.
Grinning, Denton walked over to her and knelt between her out-stretched legs. He obviously believed that she wanted him, that she'd spread her legs lewdly wide just for him. He looked at her knowingly and slipped his hand into her crotch.
He rubbed her pussy a moment, then drew back with an angry look.
"You're dry, baby," he said, glaring at her. "You been faking it. I don't like that."
Brenda was at the end of her patience. She just wanted to get out of there and go home. "So what are you going to do about it?" she said. "I can't fake a wet cunt. Just go ahead, do it."
"Uh-unh," said Denton. "I'm gonna make you want it."
His dark head dipped into her crotch. Brenda gasped and seized his hair, trying to pull him away, but too late. She felt his scalding hot tongue snaking between the plump lips of her mons, tickling the ultrasensitive lump of her clit. Blinding pleasure ripped through her body.
"Ooooooooo," she wailed.
Her fingers went limp and slipped from his hair. Her eyes rolled crazily, and her full mouth twisted into a sensual little leer. Denton's expert tongue lashed and rimmed her hot little bud. It felt fantastically good. She was lost, and she knew it.
She just couldn't resist being touched there, licked there. It was the key to her whole response, that funny little lump of flesh. Denton's rough wet tongue tip tickled, circled, lashed, licked, and Brenda moaned and sighed with hot heavy pleasure. Her cunt began to cream onto his flushed face. Her body was out of control, no longer obeying her screaming conscience.
She knew this was wrong, hideously wrong. She loved Hal, wanted to be faithful to him. She despised Denton. Yet she lay there with her legs wide apart, letting Denton eat her pussy, loving it. It was so good, she couldn't bear to make him stop.