Once A Sucker

CHAPTER ONE-2

He slowly passed his hand over the hem, then slid his fingers onto the warm orbs of her bottom. The cheeks were relaxed and wobbled slightly as his hand strayed over them -cupping and raising the heavy white globes, moving from one to the other in turn.

Daphne murmured into his mouth; soft, gentle breathings which stirred the man quickly and made his c**k pulse into a full, ripe erectness.

She caressed the back of his neck, running her long fingers up and down the sensitive nape and into the short hair. Bruno eased his other hand down to her buttocks and massaged the cheeks tenderly -opening them, closing them, turning them over under his exploring fingers...

Daphne's tongue was still in his mouth, still twisting sexily around and provoking him with its ceaseless, wet touting. He pushed a forefinger into the deep crevice of her arse, running it with slow deliberation up and down the warm valley. It slid over the hidden orifice of her anus, stole to the moist, hot hole of her cunt ... then retraced its path -now moving out of the divide and pressing firmly into Daphne's spine.

With a deep sigh, she withdrew her tongue from his lips, giving him a final kiss before opening her eyes and regarding him with a slumberous, desiring expression.

Bruno turned over on his back as she pressed her fingers into his hip. His hands fell away from her buttocks, and he let them rest passively at his side. Daphne held his eyes in an unwavering stare, locking them hypotically to hers as she rearranged her position on the bed: finally kneeling over him with her negligee opening at its neckline and her hands plucking insistently at the belt of his trousers.

Without taking her eyes from his, she slowny unzipped his fly and tugged his trousers off. Through the brief black Skants Bruno's prick rose lustfully -its crown, with the sharply pointed head, clearly outlined beneath the tight silk.

Daphne retraced the path of her hands up his now-bare legs. She stroked persuasively and firmly, keeping her fingers on the inside of his thighs, rubbing meaningfully into the muscular flesh.

Bruno let his eyes drop to the neck of his wife's negligee. The twin melons of her breasts could now be seen fully. They swayed gently as her body moved, hanging with ripe firmness -the tips a thick, deep red where the n*****s had already begun til harden.

She was massaging the area of thigh just below his crotch now, her skilful fingers kneading the flesh in a beautifully sensuous series of strokes. Her hands were very gradually moving towards the thick protuberance of Bruno's c**k, which was now quivering strongly under the erotic restraint of his silken underpants.

At last, when Bruno felt that he would go crazy with frustration, Daphne allowed her fingertips to brush against the stiff meat of his prick. The light touch sent it pulsing more violently than ever, and a she ran her forefinger quickly up and down the tender underside, he could scarcely control himself: with all his might he wanted to rip the tight pants off and let his p***s break free of its silk prison. But Daphne loved the preliminaries to the s*x act... loved to prolong them as much as humanely possible ... and he knew that she would be disappointed if he terminated her "games" too abruptly.

So, his breath quickening and his eyes hot and lustful, Bruno forced himself to remain still and allow her to take her own sweet time about uncovering his c**k.

She was bending over him more closely now: he could feel her exhalation of air on his bare stomach. And her hands were moving more intimately over his s*x, beginning to examine the outline of his balls and the long shaft of his prick.

But she had not yet made any attempt to pull the underpants down. Bruno tensed and untensed the muscles of his back, writhing his hips in an effort to persuade her to quicken the seduction.

Daphne blew a sweet but infuriating kiss at him. Her lips, puckered and moist, then swooped suddenly down and fastened greedily onto the arrowhead of his p***s closing around the hard, throbbing crown and sucking with furious gulps through the thin silk which separated the meaty flesh from her mouth.

Bruno closed his eyes tightly. The sensation of those soft, womanly lips on his prick was exquisite. And the steady pull of her mouth sent a violent surge of pleasure through his entire body.

Her fingers were holding the lower half of his c**k steady; squeezing the hard stem, almost releasing it then squeezing it even harder. He could feel her wonderful teeth nibbling softly on his p***s, biting with an exquisitely half-painful, half-pleasurable pressure until the weapon jumped wildly in the tight confines of her mouth.

She drew harder and harder on it: soaking the black material of his Skants as her saliva dribbled helplessly over her full, pursed lips. Then, stealthily, Daphne slipped one finger beneath the tight elastic and started to fondle his scrotum.

Aroud and around the tender, erotic place she stroked; insistent, unrelenting. Bruno squirmed in delicious agony, hands clenching and unclenching. Her remorseless finger at last tickled up a little higher, and soon Bruno felt Daphne's sharp fingernail sliding over his balls, making them jiggle from side to side and itch with a powerful, maddening irritation.

Carefully, she lifted his pants away, raising them so that his balls were uncovered but his prick was still encaced in the black silk.

The pants were so wet by now that Bruno could feel Daphne's lips and teeth against his c**k as if they were unhindered by any protection. Daphne seemed to sense that the time was now ripe for her to bare his prick and suck it properly, for she dragged the right side of his pants up -momentarily relinquishing her hold on his p***s -and allowed the fiery red rod to burst into full view.

His eyes were hot and misty, but Bruno saw through a kind of red haze that Daphne was licking her lips, savouring the prospect of wrapping them around his nude and fleshy prick. She had tugged the pants into his crotch, and Bruno felt the elastic biting into his skin. His shaft was now completely naked -the long, wide weapon twitching from side to side as if it was being battered by a heavy wind.

He raised his hand, the one nearest to Daphne's crouching body, and slipped it into the top of her negligee -letting his fingers cup the warmth of her down-hanging breast. He pressed the soft flesh gently, then flattened his palm and pushed it upwards, squashing her breast against her chest. The n****e burned into his hand and he brought his forefinger and thumb together around it and squeezed ...

The hard, bright ruby stiffened under his tweaking, growing thicker and larger; making Bruno long to take it into his mouth and suck deeply and strongly on it!

This desire was suddenly dispelled by an even more exquisite sensation, however. Daphne had taken his c**k into her mouth -but instead of securing her lips around the hot stem she had kept them open! Her breath came beating down on his prick, making it feel as if he had put it into a warm oven!

Then she started to lick over and over the crown her tongue lapping in a quick, feverish motion, making the tender point itch frantically. He tightened his hold on her breast, clenching his fingers ruthlessly around the inflamed n****e -trying to force Daphne to close her lips and suck him properly.

Finally, she yielded to his silent but insistent demands. With a strange, gurgling sound, she tightened her mouth around the thickness of his c**k and began to chew and worry the hard gristle.

Bruno relaxed, the steady rhythm of her sucking lulling him into a pleasant, drowsy intoxication; slowly minimising his tension and, eventually, calming him completely. With even, regular strokes of her lips, Daphne brought him to a peaceful, sensuous state where his anxieties and worries evaporated to the point of nonexistence.

The action of her mouth becoming instinctive and automatic, Daphne's mind paused in its enjoyment of Bruno's prick to wonder again at the curious effect this form of love-making had upon her husband. Most men would grow wildly excited by such an intimate and arousing caress. To have a beautiful woman fondle your c**k with her hps -sucking and licking at the meat with the expertise she knew she possessed... surely it would stir them into a frenzy of lust?

But Bruno grew more and more passive; content to lie perfectly still and submit to the treatment without movement or the least sign of passion. There was no doubt that he enjoyed it. She glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted -and he wore an expression of bliss; a steady, dreamy smile playing on his mouth.

And yet Bruno always remained so quiet, so damned passive! Daphne could never induce him to shoot his spunk into her mouth, no matter how hard she tried. He simply refused, forcing her to withdraw her lips before his orgasm approached and concluding their love-making by f*****g her in the more usual way.

She longed to actually taste his sperm -hungered for the rich, foamy fluid to gush into her mouth... But Bruno, though he would never explain his reluctance, denied her this pleasure. And since he was the only man she had ever sucked, it seemed that Daphne would never know the sensation. Unless...

Unless she had an affair! Perhaps surprisingly, in view of their careers (in both the television and the fashion worlds promiscuity was, of course, rife) neither of them had ever taken a lover. Dahpne felt sure that she would know if Bruno had a mistress -and she herself had never met a man who attracted her enough to warrant the risk of losing Bruno.

It was, she insisted, only a small and unimportant thing, this refusal of her husband to come in her mouth. And she tried to suppress the desire, renewing her sucking of his prick with vigour -blotting out the urge as much as she could.

Yet the fleshy taste of his manhood, the rich, firm meat was so beautifully hard between her hps. How gorgeous it would be to have your mouth flooded with his white sperm ...!!

Daphne ran her tongue more quickly around the ridge of Bruno's foreskin -gliding it wetly over the vulnerable place and hopping against hope that this time he would be forced to shoot his spunk before he realised his climax was upon him.

But Bruno came suddenly to life. He sat up abruptly on the bed and grabbed her upper arm, dragging her face away from his prick.

A sharp pang of terrible frustration screamed shrilly through Daphne's mind. Once again the pleasure for which she hungered had been snatched away from her at the last moment. Her body trembled, and for a moment she felt like rolling away from Bruno -repaying him by refusing to be f****d ...

But the urge in her cunt was too intense to be suf focated by thoughts of mere revenge. She allowed him to sprawl on top of her and ease his rigid prick between her soft thighs. Her fingernails clawed at his back, scratching at the broad muscle as he began to lever his c**k between the lips of her quim.

"Kiss me!" she gasped. "Oh, darling, kiss me!"

He crushed his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue violently into her at the same time as his prick entered the tight slit of her cunt.

Daphne raised her legs, lifting them and driving her ankles into the small of his back. Bruno eased his throbbing rod fully into her, feeling the wetness of her slippery, rubbery walls constrict his c**k and suck it tighter and tighter into the beautiful channel.