4 comments/ 59379 views/ 3 favorites Back To Good By: Wicked-N-Erotic Beth and John's sex life just wasn't what it was 10 years ago when they married. When they were newlyweds it was incredible, twice a day, everyday. John was always eager to please Beth. He prided himself on the fact that he was able to bring her to climax every time and that she was always satisfied. He loved the way Beth responded to his touch and the way she squirmed, squealed, and thrashed during their lovemaking. However, in the past couple of years things have been changing little by little. First their intimate times were backed off to once a day, no big deal really. Then over time it's dropped from once everyday to maybe four times a week to three times a month. John thought that if they could spice things up just a bit in their love making that it could be even better than it used to be. He had been dropping hints to Beth for a while now, giving her ideas for ways to bring the excitement back to their love life. Either she wasn't getting his hints or she just plain wasn't interested in sex with him. He had made up his mind early in the evening to be more blunt with her and just tell her straight out what he wanted, what he thought could bring the bang back to their bedroom. They laid there in bed with their backs to each other. Brooding over the argument that erupted when John told her that they needed to do something to bring the sizzle back to their bed.Beth had argued that John wasn't showing her the attention he once did in the bedroom. That he was more into himself being pleased than he was pleasing her. She huffed about how he didn't touch her anymore, didn't gaze lustfully and longingly into her eyes as they made love. He didn't caress her and make her feel sexy, kiss her and make her wanton with lust as he did in the past. That he was always in such a hurry to please him, getting to his own orgasm without caring if she got there. She missed the hours of foreplay that led to the longer hours of intense passion they shared once upon a time. She just didn't feel like he was attracted to her anymore, so why bother with his little fantasies to make it better for him. The things Beth said didn't make any sense to John; he felt that he did all the things she was saying he didn't do. He felt like it was her that was lacking in pleasing him. She used to love oral sex and now he had to beg her to do it. She didn't act like she wanted him in the same bed with her most nights, lying as they were now with their backs to one another when he'd come to bed. He ranted about how he thought she was being pleased, how she moaned when she orgasmed when they made love. How she must have been faking it if she was so unhappy with the way he was performing. He accused her of being frigid and unadventurous and now here they lie, back-to- back, each thinking the other is to blame. Neither of them slept very well. Every time one of them would roll over and brush against the other they would wake up, the pain and hurt renewed from the argument every time. They both would pull away, rolling to the edges of the bed so as to not have to have physical contact. Their feelings were hurt, their egos bruised from the words they lashed at each other, neither wanting to admit they were wrong. When the alarm clock rang at 6:00 a.m. they rose and went about their morning routines without speaking a single word. Showers, coffee, breakfast and reading the daily paper were all done in silence. Hurtful glances were the only thing remotely close to words that they exchanged. John looked at his watch, it was time to go. Although he wasn't about to give in and speak to Beth, he did still love her so he kissed her quickly on the cheek and left without a word. He made his short commute to work in a daze; he intended to call her when he got into his office. He wanted to concede his position for the sake of argument, to be the one to get things back to good with his beautiful wife. Upon arriving he found that there had been an important meeting scheduled immediately. His call would have to wait. Besides, he thought maybe it would do some good to let her stew a little longer. Maybe it would give her some time to see he wasn't the one who was to blame here. He gathered some papers and was off to the meeting. By the time it was over, with his daily calendar full, he had forgotten about calling Beth. Beth couldn't wait to get to work; she wanted to talk to her best friend. She wanted to tell her about the things John had said to her and hear her agree that it wasn't her fault. She wanted to have her friend tell her that John was the bad guy here, that she should stick to her guns and not give in to him. When she got into the office she found Jenny and relayed all of the previous evenings events. Much to her surprise Jenny sided with John, saying that it couldn't hurt to try to spice it up a little. Telling her that she and John used to be the wildest couple in the sack that she had ever known. Try new things Jenny had said to her, live a little. She even offered a few suggestions to Beth. After talking to her friend Beth decided that maybe she could give in a little, but she wasn't going to do it right away. She wasn't going to let him think he was right. At home that night the silence between them was as loud as it had been that morning. Even though they had each to themselves decided to give in, once home they held their ground, neither ready to forfeit just yet. Through dinner they stole glances of one another, searching for signs of defeat. Finding none they went on with evening chores trying to keep to themselves in separate rooms until bedtime. Beth was in bed before John, lying with her back to where he would slide in beside her. She was almost asleep when she felt the bed move under his weight as he tried quietly to climb in. Both were exhausted from their long day at work and from the lack of sleep the night before. They each kept to their own side of the bed through the night, never touching or brushing against the other. The alarm went off at six as usual and they rose again to go about readying themselves for work in silence. John left a little earlier this morning, which was fine with Beth. She sat sipping at her coffee and half heartedly reading the paper. Her thoughts kept wandering to ways to give into John and add some excitement to their lovemaking. While she didn't think she was the one at fault for their lack of excitement she felt like if he was happier then he would in turn please her better. She had thought of buying a sexy nighty to surprise him and then decided that wouldn't be original enough. She'd tossed around the idea of some new sex toys for them both to play with but again that wasn't something new to them. Finally it came to her, she would call him at his office and have phone sex with him. He would be really surprised by this she thought, one reason being they had never done it before. Another reason being, he won't be able to orgasm while he's at work. He should be extremely horny by the time he gets home tonight and ready for anything she mused aloud. As she sat there sipping coffee a soft smile curled her lips, they wouldn't be coming home she'd decided. She would make reservations at a hotel and send him a telegram with the place and room number to meet her. She thought of a few other small details to make it a more new experience as she drove off to work. When she got into her office she got right to work setting the stage for their adventurous evening. She made the reservations, called in the telegram, which was not going to be delivered until well after she had called him. She set up all the minor details and sat waiting impatiently until she knew for sure that he'd be in his office. She watched the clock constantly, waiting until just the right time to call. Glancing at the clock for the millionth time it was finally here, she was sure he'd be in now. Beth got up and closed and locked her office door, she would just die of embarrassment if someone were to walk by and hear her. She picked up the phone as she sat back into her chair and propped her feet on her desk. As she started to dial the number she felt a fluttering in her stomach, as if a hundred butterflies were just released from their cocoons. She hung up and sat there talking to herself, saying, "Beth for god sake, you're married to the man, you're not some lovesick teenager. Call him and get on with it". She picked up the phone again and sat staring at it like it was a foreign object she'd never seen before. She couldn't bring herself to start pushing numbers; she was starting to rethink being the one to give in. She wanted to be the strong one and stick to her guns. In the same breath she wanted to make things better between them, wanted to have him be bringing her pleasure again. "Damn it", she huffed, "just call". Without giving it a second thought her fingers dialed the numbers seemingly of their own will. The phone started to ring, her stomach turned and her palms began to sweat. After only three rings he answered. No turning back now she thought to herself and the plan was set into motion. Hi John, it's me...don't say anything; just listen to what I have to say. He sat on the other end in silence, stunned by the reality that Beth was on the other end. His heart skipped beats as he listened to her voice, his thighs tightened as he picked up on the husky tones it was taking on as she spoke. In complete silence he sat listening to his wife as she told him she was sorry and that sorry wasn't the only reason she had called. "Now with the apologies out of the way", she said, "I want to tell you how badly I want you". "Oh, baby I"... "Shhh...Let me do the talking", she said. "I want you to go lock the door to your office". A moment of silence passed as he went to do as she told him. He came back and said, "Ok, it's locked". "Good, now I want you to sit back in your chair and loosen your tie". She could hear the rumpling of his clothes as he did what she asked. Then she continued. "I'm sitting here in my office with my feet up on the desk. I'm running my hands up and down my thighs, pulling my skirt up to my hips". He was growling on the other end, she could hear him shifting in his chair. "I wore stockings today and no panties, I can feel the heat from my pussy as I get closer and closer to touching my bare lips with each stroke of my thighs" "I'm dragging my hands up my thighs to my stomach, mmm. Up farther to my breasts, cupping them in my hands gently, imagining it's your hands roaming my body". She could hear his breath becoming more rapid as she teased him; hear him shifting repeatedly in his seat. "I don't want you to touch yourself as I talk to you, just close your eyes and listen to my voice and picture what I'm describing to you. Mmm...Now I'm pinching my nipples through my clothes, do you want me to touch them under my clothes"? "Yes", he sighed in a husky voice. "My hand is sliding under my blouse, into my bra. I've found my hard nub and I'm rolling it between my fingers, pulling at it lightly. Mmm, my other hand is gliding up my left thigh, getting close to my wet puss. My fingers are rubbing my moist lips and it feels soooo good. Do you want me to rub my clit for you"? "Ohhhh, yes, please baby", he pants into the receiver. "Ahhh...this feels nice, working my fingers on my hard clit, rubbing the juices that have started to run down onto my chair all over it. My puss is so wet baby, so hot, would you like me to slide a finger into my slick hole"? He didn't even answer with words his only reply was a deep, low grunt, which she took as an enthusiastic yes. "Ohhh yes, this feels good, my fingers are slick with my juices. I'm sliding it in and out of my hot, wet pussy and rubbing it over my clit. Mmm...Oh John, I wish you were here to lick my throbbing clit for me". "Me too baby, me too", he breathed into the phone. "I'm pulling my finger out of my pussy, it's dripping with my sticky sweetness. I'm bringing it to my lips, mmm I taste so good". John sat in his office listening to his wife touch herself. She sounded so hot telling him all the details of how she was touching her body. He wasn't supposed to be touching himself but he couldn't help it, every now and again he would reach down and rub his stiff cock through his pants. While he was thoroughly enjoying this sudden change in Beth he couldn't help but wonder why she had decided to do this. Why had she given in to him when she seemed so sure he was the one who was wrong? His thoughts didn't linger on this subject long; he was so horny listening to her sweet, sexy voice. John was sure his face was flush with excitement and the obvious erection would be hard to hide for a while. He didn't really care at this point; he was consumed with lust for the woman on the other end of the phone as she kept talking. "John, do you want me to cum for you", Beth asked? "Oh yeah baby, make yourself cum for me", he answered in a lusty voice. "Mmm, my fingers are back on my clit, rubbing faster and harder. I'm sliding them in and out of my pussy, fucking myself for you. Can you hear how wet I am as I fuck myself"? John groaned into the phone as his reply, wanting so badly to be able to take his straining cock out and stroke himself to orgasm with her. Instead he sat there hypnotized by her voice and how dirty she was talking to him. Just then there was a knock on his office door, oh no not now he thought to himself. "Beth, I have to go baby, I'm so sorry, there's someone at my door I have to see what's going on. I'll call you right back as soon as I'm done, stay right where you are". He hung up the phone, straightened his tie and picked up a file from his desk to hold in front of his raging hard on as he went to the door. When he swung the door open it was his assistant, Bill, telling him that he was wanted in the meeting room a.s.a.p. With a sigh he looked back at the phone and then back at Bill. "Ok, on my way. Can you grab those files on the corner of my desk and take them to accounting while I'm gone please", he asked him as he left toward the meeting room? Bill was just picking up the files when John's phone rang; he picked it up and said hello. "You're not getting off that easy, just be quiet and listen", Beth said, thinking it was John on the other end. Bill wasn't sure who it was but he stayed quiet to listen to what the woman with the sexy voice had to say. His eyes damn near bugged from his head as he listened to her. "I'm not done just yet, I'm wet and horny as hell and you're going to let me finish. Now, my sticky, slick fingers are fucking my hungry pussy, rubbing my swollen clit. I'm so hot thinking about you, wishing you were here to bend me over my desk and take me hard from behind. I can almost feel your hard cock in me, pounding my sopping cunt. Would you like that, would you like to be pounding my hot cunt"? Bill couldn't speak; he was stunned to hear the things this woman was saying. He was also extremely aroused and all he could do was moan into the phone. "Mmm, I bet you would like it. I bet you'd love to be here now fucking me, grinding your cock into me. Slamming your balls against my tight ass as I'm bent over the desk. Ohhh, I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming for you. Thinking of your cock filling me, driving deep into me. Oh my god this feels sooo good". There were a few seconds of silence following her orgasm before she said, "thanks hon, that was great, I have another surprise for you later", and she hung up the phone. Bill was standing there in a stupor still holding the phone when John came up behind him. "Who was that", John asked? "Umm, I don't have the foggiest", he answered; a little embarrassed he quickly grabbed the stack of files and left the room. John was only back to grab some papers for the meeting and left again right behind Bill. He stopped at the doorway to look back at the phone, wanting to call Beth back and let her finish what she had started. A funny thought crossed his mind as he stood there. He noticed the flushed look on Bill's face and how he had covered his groin area with the files as he left. Could that have been Beth on the phone? Could she have called back and thought that Bill was me and finished getting off? Nah couldn't have been he thought, shaking his head, and left back to the meeting. The meeting ran long and his day was busy following it, John never got the chance to call Beth back. He had promised himself that he would make it up to her when he got home. He just hoped she would forgive him since she had made the effort to change things and he had to duck out. During one short break in his day he was going over phone messages taken while he was attending meetings. One message jumped out at him right away, it was from Beth, and it read: John meet me at Brentley's Hotel at 7:00 tonight, room 169. Don't be late. Love, Beth His erection from earlier in the day had taken forever to go down, now just from reading this telegram it was back with a vengeance. His cock was straining against his suit pants in a desperate plea for freedom, for satisfaction. He wondered how he was going to make it through the last and possibly the longest hour of his day. He had no more meetings and was left to sit in his office to finish the day's paperwork. A hard task to be done with the thoughts of Beth's phone call still running vividly through his mind, not to mention his throbbing cock. And now her telegram, which left so much to his imagination. It was becoming damn near impossible to remember how to spell his own name let alone do any paperwork. John had decided to finish his work on Monday and leave early. He was going to stop and pick up some flowers to surprise Beth at the hotel. He said goodbye to Bill and left for the weekend. Beth had to take off work early as well. She had to finish setting things up for tonight. There was shopping to be done and the room to set up. Once she had made all of her purchases she took them to the room at Brentley's to get started on the last part of her surprise. John arrived at room 169 at 6:55; he had stopped at the front desk to see if Beth had left him any messages before going up. She hadn't. He grew more and more anxious as he stood at the door not sure if he should knock or just go in. He opted for knocking which turned out to be a good idea. Beth wasn't the one to answer, a tall blonde greeted him with a sweet smile and said," You would be Mr. James I assume". He nodded his head in agreement and asked who she was and how she had known his name. She took him by the hand and led him into the room as she told him that Mrs. James had asked her to be here to get the evening started. She had a folding table set up in the middle of the large suite, covered with white towels and candles burning all around the room. The lights were dimmed and his nose detected a tantalizing aroma. He searched the room with a quick glance looking for any sign of Beth. He walked to the bed and laid the bouquet of roses he had brought her down in the middle of it. "Where is my wife", he asked? "I don't know Mr. James, I was only told to be here to give you a massage as you have had a hard, strenuous day and would be in need of relaxation. Now, if you will just take this towel with you to the restroom and remove your clothing we can get started". John stood there looking befuddled for a short minute before taking the towel and heading to the restroom. He undressed, hanging his clothes on the hooks on the door and wrapped the towel around his waist. He knew the routine when getting a massage so he went right to the table and lay face down when he returned to the room. "May I ask your name", he asked the masseuse? "Sure, I'm Salina but you can call me Sal if you want", she said in a soft melodic tone. Back To Good As they made small talk, her asking about what it is he did for a living and such, she started working warm oil into his shoulders. "You have magical fingers Sal", John told her as he started to relax under her touch. "My wife told me she had a surprise for me but I never expected this". "Oh, well that was nice of her to think of this for a gift, so few people think of buying a massage for a gift. Is it your birthday or anniversary", Salina asked?"No I wish I could say that this was all brought on by an occasion like that, but truth is we had a big argument and I guess this is her way of making up. And not a bad way to say I'm sorry if I do say so", John groaned as Salina worked out a kink in his lower back. He was so completely relaxed he would have fallen asleep had it not been for the knock at the door. "Umm, I guess I should get that", John said as he got up and headed toward the door, towel still tightly wrapped at his mid section. He opened the door just a crack to see who it was since he was only but half dressed. With a look of total shock on his face he pulled the door open farther. "Beth", he questioned the woman at the door? He was sure it was Beth but she looked like he'd never seen her look before. He was confused no doubt. "Nah not Beth, I'm Candy", Beth said with an accent, while chewing away on a piece of gum. She was dressed in the kind of clothes you'd see a streetwalker wear, fishnet stockings, high spiked heels and a very short, very tight mini-dress. The dress was a leopard print, cut low in the front and the back. Her voluptuous breasts were peeking from the narrow strips that just barely covered them. It had slits across the sides that looked like fish gills, showing off her shapely hips. The material hugged her body accentuating her curves. The shiny leather reflected the overhead lighting in the hall. It didn't cover much that was for sure. She carried a full-length coat over her arm; she had worn it into the hotel, as she didn't want to be seen wearing this get-up in the lobby of one of the best hotels in town. She stood there in the doorway waiting impatiently on John to let her into the room before someone saw her. He wasn't inviting her in, he had that deer in the headlights look on his face and she was starting to think maybe she had went to far, but then he swung the door all the way open. "Umm, ok Candy, come on in", John said. Salina had packed up all of her tools of the trade while he was answering the door. She had been told that once Mrs. James arrived she was to leave as quickly as possible. She left the requested oils on the bedside table, picked up her table and headed toward the door. Before leaving she said, "enjoy your evening Mr. James", and winked at him as she pulled the door closed behind her. With Salina gone he turned to Beth, "what can I do for you Candy", he asked with a slightly wicked grin on his face? He was looking her up and down; taking in all the details of the outfit she was wearing from the stiletto heels to her barely covered breasts. She was obviously not wearing a bra; he'd noticed that from the way her breasts swayed as she crossed the floor. As she turned to go put her coat on a nearby chair she said, "I was told you were looking for a little fun tonight, so the question is what can I do for you". John watched her as she moved across the room. The back of her dress came just a couple of inches below her ass and where the V came together at the bottom you could see the creamy flesh. The crack of her perfectly rounded ass showed just enough to be sexy. It disappeared and reappeared under the material as her hips sacheted from side to side when she walked. He became conscious of the erection straining against the towel around his waist and he was sure he would be releasing it soon. Candy looked over her shoulder at John, "see anything you like", she asked, shifting her weight to one foot and putting her hand on her hip as it raised slightly? "Oh yeah", John sighed, come over here and show me what it is your here to do". Candy turned and started toward him, her breasts bouncing under the narrow patches as she walked. Her long legs looked even longer in the spiked heels and the stockings enhanced their shapeliness. She felt slutty in this outfit and slutty was just how she'd intended to act. She swung her hips more than usual, pushed her breasts out more and walked with a seductive attitude she'd hoped was clear to him. She stopped in front of him and did a little spin with her hands in the air above her head, letting him get a good, close look at her. John was in lust. Her clothes, the accent, the attitude she was using all were making him nearly lose control. He wanted her; there was no question about that. He reached out putting his hand on her waist and pulling her to him. He looked her in the eye as he ran his hands up her bareback and then sliding them down to where the crack of her ass showed at the V. His fingers kneaded her tender flesh. His eyes dropped to her breast and his hands followed, coming around to cup the heavy mounds. His breathing was becoming more rapid as he touched her tight body, as he felt the cool, smoothness of the leather under his hands. His excitement was growing as they played out this role Beth had presented. Candy tugged at the towel where he had it tucked into itself, loosening it and letting it fall to the floor at his feet. His erection sprang forward, slapping against her stomach as it was freed from its confinement. She reached between them and took his hard tool into her hand, starting to stroke him slowly. He was moaning as she worked him in her warm hand. "Do you want the house special", she asked him in a husky voice? Growling deep in his throat he asked, "What's the house special"? "Ooo, that's anything and everything you want, you get to decide what happens", she purred. "Mmm, that sounds good, that's what I'll have". "Ok, so what'll it be first honey", she asked in her fake accent? John went to sit on the edge of the bed; he just sat there looking at his gorgeous wife. After a second or two he told her to slide the dress off her shoulders. She did. Then he told her to turn around. After she had her back to him he instructed her to slowly slip the leopard skin over her ass. As the dress exposed her bare cheeks he noticed she wasn't wearing any panties, this excited him even more. "Now bend over and let me see that beautiful ass of yours", he said. Candy bent over pulling the dress down with her so that he could see her ass. She wiggled it at him teasingly, spreading her legs so that he could also see her puffy, pink pussy lips. John got up and went over to Candy and slapped her on her tender ass a couple of times. She wiggled it even more as his hand came down repeatedly on her backside, leaving tiny red fingers across the creamy skin. He rubbed his hardened cock against her bare ass leaving a sticky, wet trail of pre-cum in its path. Pressing his hardness between her cheeks he leaned over her and took her hanging tits into his hands. He pinched her pert buds with his fingers as he fondled her swaying tits. Candy was grinding on him as he teased her nipples, driving his cock deeper between her warm cheeks. Holding onto her breasts he stood her up in front of him. Kissing the sensitive area at the nape of her neck he heard her moan softly. John nudged her away from him. Grabbing her by the elbow he turned her to face him, he wanted to see the front view of her wearing only the stockings and heels. She looked absolutely stunning he thought and he wanted her now more than ever. Trying hard not to forget the role-playing she had started Beth blew a big bubble with her gum. It cracked loud in the silence, snapping John from the daze he was in. His eyes jerked up to meet hers. "Hey, ya know I could be blowing you instead of this gum", she said playfully. "Yeah, why don't you do that? Get on your knees and show me your oral talents baby", he told her. Candy got on her knees in front of him and took his throbbing cock in one hand. With the other hand she gently started massaging his tight sac, squeezing and releasing his balls rhythmically. She started licking up his shaft from his balls to the head slowly, so slowly he thought she'd never reach the tip. As she reached the swollen purple head her mouth slid over the top, closing around it at the point where it is the thickest. Her mouth bobbed up and down around the head, her tongue licked and teased his throbbing member. John couldn't stand it; he had to have his cock buried in her mouth. He thrust forward forcing her to take him to his balls. He let out a guttural moan as he plunged the length of himself into her. He began pumping in and out of her hot mouth, fucking her throat. He had grabbed a handful of her hair and was guiding her head on his rigid cock. His heart was pounding, his cock throbbing, his breath coming in pants as he thrusted into the wet cavern. He was losing himself in the moment, pounding into her mouth over and over, not noticing the few times she gagged on his pistoning cock. He treated her like the whore she was pretending to be. Candy could feel his balls tighten even more in her hand; she knew he was getting close to cumming. She squeezed harder and longer knowing the sensation would bring him to the climax he so desperately wanted. Releasing his sac for the last time he erupted in her mouth, spilling his thick load deep into her throat. It was too much for her to swallow; some of his warm cum ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. She continued sucking and swallowing long after he had stopped cumming. He moaned and jerked as she licked his still hard cock clean, licking his balls and up and down his shaft. She gathered every last drop of cum from his cock and balls before standing up to face him. Candy kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of his cum with him as she probed his mouth with her tongue. She reached down and gripped his softening cock in her hand and began to stroke him back to hardness as they devoured each other’s mouths. John pulled away from her, "Are we continuing with you as Candy the whore", he asked? His voice had a wicked tone; his eyes were filled with lust and need. "Yes", Beth said, "Tonight I'm your little whore, do what you want with me". A deep growl escaped John's lips from her words. He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her to him, crushing her body to his. He kissed her forcefully, biting and pulling at her tender lips with his teeth. Suddenly he pushed her away and toward the bed, she stumbled backward losing her balance in the stilettos. John closed the small gap between them and pushed her backward again, knocking her down onto the bed behind her. Beth was shocked at his actions; she had never seen him act this way before. He had never in their lives pushed her or shoved her. She glimpsed a wildness in his eyes as he looked down at her on the bed. A slightly wicked looking grin on his face as he stood over her. She stared at him wide eyed for a minute before speaking. "So this is how you want it is it? You want it rough do you? Well then lets go baby", Candy urged him on. A smile curled John's lips as he looked at her sitting on the bed. He reached out and pushed her shoulder, knocking her onto her back on the bed. He climbed onto the bed on his knees, straddling her, towering above her. Leaning over her he started to lick and suck on her hard nipples, pulling on them with his lips and teeth. He groped her breasts roughly, squeezing them hard in his large hands, making her moan under him. Without warning he slammed his hard cock into her. She gasped and a scream caught in her throat. He began pounding in and out of her slick pussy wildly. Plunging himself into her over and over, groaning as he fucked her hard and deep. After the first initial shock of his entry wore off Candy fell into rhythm with his thrusts, bucking against him as he pounded his cock into her. She was moaning and thrashing under him, wanting more, needing more. "Fuck me, fuck me harder you bastard", Candy growled at him through clenched teeth. Her words made him even wilder. He pulled his pulsating cock from her dripping cunt and got up. "Get on your knees you little slut", he told her. Candy did, she was so lost in the role she'd have done anything he asked her to do. Once on her knees she leaned down on her elbows with her ass high in the air, a silent plea for him to take her from behind. John got back on the bed behind her and slapped her on the ass a few times while running his stiff cock up and down her wet slit. He sank the length of his cock deep into her in one stroke. He hammered away at her clutching pussy, bringing his hand down hard across her reddening ass several times. Getting into the act he asked her, "So, you want to be my little whore do you"? "Yes, yes", Candy panted. "You want to do all the things a cheap little whore does too I'd bet", John said huskily. "Yes, I'm your whore I'll do anything you want", Candy said as she pushed back into his thrusts, grinding her pussy into his pelvis. John again pulled his cock from her sopping hole. He slid it up and down her slit from her clit to her tight nether hole. He had only had the pleasure of going there with her a couple of times in the past but tonight he was about to take her there again. He continued rubbing his cock on her clit while he slid two fingers into her used pussy, reaching for the bottle of oil Salina had left on the table at the same time. He fingered her a few times before withdrawing them and running them around her tight flower, getting her ready for the assault he was about to commit. He poured some oil on her ass, watching it run down her crack and across the ring of her star. Slowly he slid a single wet finger into her ass. She moaned loudly and pushed back into his probing. John stopped rubbing his cock on her as she brought her hand up to massage her clit herself. He sat back on his heels and watched as he worked his finger into her ass farther, loosening the tight ring, preparing her for his cock. In no time he had two of his fingers in her ass and she was bucking wildly against them, fucking her own ass with them. He knew she was ready for him so he sat back up behind her and took his cock in hand. He pressed the large purple head against the tight opening, moaning as the head slid easily into the hot tunnel. John's head went back, a guttural moan ripped from his throat as he sank the rest of his hard cock deep into her ass. Slowly he started to piston in and out of her nether hole, gradually moving faster and deeper. As she started to relax and take him willingly she began groaning and pushing back into him, forcing him deeper yet into her ass. Candy was working her fingers feverishly on her clit as he fucked her, his balls slapping against her swollen lips. His pace quickened and he was soon fucking her ass hard, pounding into it like he had pounded her pussy. "You like it in your ass don't you, you little whore", he asked huskily? "Mmm. Yes. Pound my ass you dirty fucker“, she panted. "You want me to cum in your ass bitch"? Grinding into him harder she moaned as her orgasm reached its peak. Bucking wildly she fucked him back as she rubbed her clit harder, riding the wave of ecstasy brought by his cock deep in her ass, by the name-calling she loved so much. "Yes fill my ass with your thick cum", she panted, each word said one at a time with a pause between them as she tried to breathe. "Oh yeah, your my little cum slut. My little ass fucking whore". John exploded in her as he said this to her, thrusting deeper; his cum was forced out around his cock and ran down his balls. When Beth was sure that his orgasm was over she fell onto the bed on her stomach. John, with his cock still deep in her ass followed her down and rested half his weight on her back, the other half on the bed beside her. "Oh my god, that was absolutely incredible. Thank you. Damn, do you have any idea how much I needed that", he said breathlessly? Beth laughed softly, "So do we have sizzle back. Are we back to good"? "Oh yeah, I'd say we are", he said. Slowly his softened cock slid from her ass. She rolled over to face him and they held each other tightly, kissing passionately in each other's arms. John pulled back and looked at Beth apologetically, "I'm so sorry about earlier today. I never got a chance to call you back and let you finish and damn I was wanting to hear you finish". Beth's eyes widened, "But I called you back and finished", she said. They both burst into laughter when they realized whom she had been on the phone with when she called back. "Oh man. I can’t wait till Monday to talk to Bill“, John said laughing harder.