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have the most amazing cock. I've never enjoyed a cock as much as I've enjoyed yours. I'm yours; whatever you want." She slid her hand slowly up and down his shaft; mesmerized by the view. "Whenever you want."

Lori was hoping that whatever he wanted included fucking her and even better eating her. When she visited him on the Cape, he seemed to love eating her pussy.

Not today. "What I'd like is to sit on the edge of the bed while you get on the floor, on your knees."

She did but noted that her knees immediately felt the grit and grime in the carpet. Then she started to suck again, and forgot about everything else.

She sucked and sucked and that big cock stayed hard as her lips went up and down. "You do like Mr. Rexham's cock, don't you?"

"Hmmmm, hmmmm," she nodded. Momentarily, she took it out of her mouth, "I love sucking your cock, Mr. Rexham. Thank you. I'll suck it anytime."

Ten minutes later, he deposited three good size blasts in her mouth. Unlike girls like her daughter, she swallowed it all. "Your cock is so good, Mr. Rexham." She thanked him again.

"We'll have to do it again soon, Mrs. Marsh. I'll say this, I've never had a better blowjob."

She repeated, "anytime, Mr. Rexham, anytime."

Then, abruptly he got up, got dressed. "I should go. You were amazing. I'll see you soon."

And he was gone. He wanted her to feel humiliated. She'd spent almost two hours in this dumpy motel, on her knees, sucking his cock, and nothing else.

A week later, he called her. Lori almost wet her panties. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the dealership near Plymouth."

"Can you get away for a few hours. Maybe that motel we went to last week?"

Two hours later, like last week she was on her knees, on the grungy carpet, sucking Mr. Rexham's cock. "I'm so glad you called. I've missed this." She kissed his cockhead. "I thought maybe I wasn't pleasing you. Mr. Rexham, tell me how you like your cock sucked. I want to make you happy. Please."

She put it back in her mouth and sucked and licked for the next hour until he was about to cum. Then to her surprise, he took it out of her mouth, and sprayed all over her face. "Lori, you were fantastic," he laughed, "and I have to say, you look great. Go look in the mirror."

While she was in the bathroom looking at her cum-covered face, Charles was getting dressed. "I have never had a more enjoyable afternoon, thank you."

"No, thank you, Mr. Rexham. It has been a grand afternoon, hasn't it?"

"I'll call you soon, but you know what also would be enjoyable? A few days with your daughter. She was almost as talented as her mother. Have her call me, and she can come out to the Cape for a few days."

Morey Marsh looked forward to visiting the Rexham compound on the Cape. She looked forward to spreading her legs for Mr. Rexham. Yes, the fucking was good, but the things his tongue did to her pussy were beyond description.

Best of all, she liked, no loved, sucking his mammoth cock. She'd dated boys her age since that first time she saw Charles, and it took all her willpower to refrain from going down on them. When she got their cock out of their pants, she was disappointed in how small they were compared to Mr. Rexham. She wanted to laugh at them, but that wouldn't be kind.

To be fair, Morey's eighteen-year-old pussy was a delightful treat for Charles, too. "Morey, you look even more beautiful than last time. "All I've thought about since I knew you were coming, was the taste of your delicious pussy."

What girl her age wouldn't cream in her jeans to hear such words? Except, of course, Morey Marsh wasn't wearing jeans or anything at all. For the next three days, Charles ate and ate. Sure, there was fucking. I mean, Morey preferred getting eaten, but after what his tongue did to her repeatedly, she couldn't help but beg for his cock. Is there anything better than a young girl begging to fuck you, especially if you're a fifty-plus year-old man? With Morey was there anything better than getting sucked especially by a girl so enthusiastic, so anxious to please him?

Over the next two months, every other week Charles Rexham made it a point to see Lori Marsh. Usually, unannounced he'd show up at the dealership. Mrs. Marsh, who as you know wasn't getting any loving at home and hadn't in decades, was beside herself to see him.

She ran around the dealership finding people to cover for her, and called The Pilgrim motel. An hour later she was on her knees in that shitty hotel, blowing Mr. Rexham.

She'd suck and suck, thanking him periodically for allowing her to pleasure his long, fat cock. He no longer had to guide his cock to her face; when she felt him getting close, Lori took it out and sprayed it all over her face.

Then she'd get off her knees and look in the bathroom mirror. Her face, as you might imagine, was a mess. "Mr. Rexham, you sure do shoot a lot of cum."

Meanwhile, Charles was getting dressed. "Mrs. Marsh, it was a pleasure, see you soon, and he was out the door. He was smiling. Conceited, snooty, arrogant, Lori Marsh had been put in her place again. "Damn, the woman could suck cock, and she got better and better every week." He loved that she thanked him.

Most women I know would be humiliated; disgusted with themselves for allowing this to happen. Allowing this to happen week after week.

By later in the week, Charles was anxious for more. There was nothing wrong with Lori's blowjobs, but he loved pussy.

He made some phone calls. "Kate, can you get away for a few days?" he asked the Mayor.

"Charles, what did you have in mind?"

"Madam Mayor, you know I like nothing better than getting on my knees with your delicious . . ."

She interrupted, "say no more, Mr. Rexham, I'll find some excuse to get away from my husband."

When she arrived at the Rexham compound on the Cape, Mrs. McCarthy led him to that third floors secluded, enclosed deck. There she undressed for him. "Charles, I apologize for interrupting you on the phone, you started to say something about my delicious what?"

When she was naked, Kate sat back on that two-seater couch, legs spread. She could never resist his calls; in her mind, he was the world's best pussy eater. He adored her thick red bush and spent hours and hours with his tongue making her clitoris sing. That is until she begged to get fucked. Other than that tongue, was there anything better than riding his big cock?

If it wasn't Mayor McCarthy, it was Nurse Bowerman or the Superintendent of Schools Dr, Robinson's wife, Charity. Sometimes when he was in the mood, he'd call Ava Poorman. "Ava, it's Mr. Rexham. Tomorrow's Friday, why don't I send a car for you and we can spend the weekend together?"

Nineteen-year-old Ava Poorman was beside herself. She dated a few boys at college, but they'd didn't know how to eat pussy; they didn't appreciate her high-quality blowjobs. All they wanted to do was get on top of her and shoot their man cream inside her.

Mr. Rexham, on the other hand, worshipped her bare pussy. Praised her cocksucking skills and that big cock fucked her until he just couldn't go one more time. She didn't care if he was old; she didn't care that he probably bought Viagra by the truckload. "Ava, did you get your pussy waxed just for me?" he mumbled with his tongue sliding up and down her slit.

"Just for your tongue. Eat me again, Mr. Rexham, eat my pussy again; make me cum again," she moaned.

When they finished, "Mr. Rexham. I'm so glad you called. When your driver showed up, I was wet before we'd driven a mile. I'd tell you my panties were damp, but I wasn't wearing any. I was so anxious for your tongue."

"And to suck my cock."

"Of course. Mr. Rexham, my period is due Tuesday. Maybe I can stay a couple of extra days and make love to it, like you make love to my pussy?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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