0 comments/ 28004 views/ 20 favorites Tony’s Sex Emporium By: jallen944 They walked into Tony's Sex Emporium holding hands. The first thing he noticed was the distinct, acrid odor of marijuana smoke. He hadn't smelled it since college, and that was more than a few years ago. And there was the sound of heavy metal music, not too loud, but low enough that he couldn't make out what it was. His wife, Jo, walked with her head up, looking very confident and sure of herself, which was more than he could say for himself. She was about five foot six and slim with long black hair and small breasts, but with long, gorgeous legs. Making the decision to go to a sex shop did not make him nervous. However, now that they were actually walking into one, he was feeling very uneasy. It was a small shop, and the racks were tall. One whole wall was covered with video boxes, and their covers with the naked women in obscene poses seemed to jump out at them. Along the back wall were the magazines, again mainly with pictures of barely dressed women in obscene poses. It was to the right where the racks of sex toys and equipment was displayed. Jo pointed in that direction, and that was where they went. Behind the counter was a tall, Arab-looking man with thick, black hair, a square jaw with the shadow of a beard, and long, neatly trimmed sideburns. He didn't bother to look when they came into the shop. He appeared to be talking with a dark-haired, pale-skinned young woman who was leaning on the end of the counter, except that he hardly seemed to notice her. Dressed as she was in knee-high boots, tight cut-off jean shorts and a cut-off pink tank top shirt that showed her nipples, she was difficult to not notice. Jo nudged him with her hand. "Don't stare, David. It's rude," she said. "I'm not staring. I'm ... checking out the merchandise." "Whatever. Come on. What we came to see is over there," she said, and pointed to the right, in the direction of the sex toys. She pulled his hand and led the way. David allowed himself to be taken in that direction, but he managed one last glance at the young woman at the counter before she was gone from view. He had to remind himself that they were there for a reason, and that reason involved a lot of money. This whole new career that Jo had stumbled into made him excited and anxious at the same time, even though he was the one who got her started. In one section of the display was a collection of devices that might have been the favorites of Torquemada in his time, somehow modified by today's standards to bring pleasure and not pain. David stared at them, but for most of the devices and contraptions, it was too difficult to figure out what they were for or how they were to be used. The other section of the display was much more obvious, and exactly what they were hoping to find. He and Jo stood side by side, holding hands, staring at the vast array of dildos and vibrators on the wall before them, all in a variety of colors, sizes and ... features. "Well ... Which one do you think we should get?" Jo said. Her voice was low, as if she was afraid to let anyone else in the shop hear what she was saying. David shrugged. The spectacle of it all made him dizzy. "I don't know. What did Tran tell us to expect?" Jo sighed. "Let's see. He told us that our client was young and well-connected, and, I don't remember. What was the term he used?" "Well-hung," David said. "Yes. Well-hung. And if I recall correctly, he said to expect our man to be eight inches, at least," she said. David's eyebrows went up. "Eight inches? That's a sizeable improvement over the other's isn't it?" "Yes." "Are you sure you can handle that? Have you ever been with a man that size?" David said. Jo sighed again. "No, and no, which is why we've come to this place. Now, do you see anything that might suit our purposes?" "How about this one? It says it's eight inches," David said. He selected one of the packages off the rack and held it up for Jo to inspect. Her eyebrows dropped low and she frowned. "Do they have one that's not green, and doesn't have sparkles?" she said. Dave replaced the package on the rack. "There's this one. It's very life-like," he said, and held up another package. But Jo's head was shaking. "Don't be ridiculous, David. It's as big around as ... as an oil can. There's no way I can get my mouth around that, or anything else for that matter." David turned the package in his hands. "It is rather large," he said. "Anything I can help you with?" a man's deep voice said from behind them. They both turned at the same time. The tall, Arab-looking man was standing behind them, with his hands behind his back and his eyebrows arched. "Um, yes, well ... We're looking for a, um ... a, you know ..." Jo said, and held up the package with the life-like dildo, as if she wasn't able to come up with the words for it. The Arab-looking man smiled. His teeth were straight and perfect. "My name is Tony. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" he said. He looked at David, as if he preferred that he respond to his questions. David, though, was staring at Jo. He blinked, and still could not take his eyes off of her. What was happening? He'd never seen her stutter or be at a loss for words. Was she losing her cool? Jo frowned. "Well, no. I can't say ... anything in particular, you see ... I have, well, we have this ... acquaintance, you see ..." she tried to say. Tony nodded as he listened, but looked terribly confused. David took the life-like dildo from Jo's hands and replaced it on the display. She stared at him like she hadn't imagined that was possible. "We have a friend who has made an unusual request. He would like Jo to deep throat his penis, and so we need to learn how," he said. Jo glared at him like she was trying to shoot him with daggers from her eyes. Her jaw was clenched. Tony touched his index finger to his lips. "And do you know the dimensions of your friend's cock?" he said. David felt a shiver up his spine. He had never heard anyone talk to his wife with such bold words. It gave him a thrill. "We, um, I mean to say, I haven't ... actually seen his ... yet," Jo said, gesticulating with her hands as if they might form the words she was afraid to speak. David cleared his throat. Tony's eyes turned to him from his wife's frantic hands. "We've been assured that he's no less than eight inches," he said. "So does that mean he could be bigger?" Tony said. David and Jo looked at each other. Her mouth hung open. That had never occurred to him, either. What if he was bigger? Jo's head shook. "I hope to God he's not bigger than that. There's no way. Not like that," she said. David watched her face. There was a faint tone of panic in her voice. Tony reached past them for one of the packages on the display. "I've found that a woman can have amazing abilities, especially when she's in a heightened state of arousal," he said. He opened the package of another life-like dildo, not quite as thick, but definitely longer than eight inches. He handed it to Jo. "Go ahead. Feel it," he said. She hesitated a moment before she held out her hand, and he dropped the dildo into it. Her eyes flashed wider, and her nostrils flared. She held it with both hands and ran her fingers along its length. Her face flushed. Tony was nodding, and he had a big grin on his face. David would have grinned as well, but he was more concerned about concealing the growing bulge in the front of his slacks. "You like it, don't you?" Tony said. His eyes were on Jo's face, and she was gazing back at him. "Yes. It's ... It's ..." she started to say. "Try it out. Don't be shy," Tony said, and pointed to the dildo. David nodded his head rapidly. He wanted to emphasize Tony's words. Try it out. For God's sake, try it out. Jo watched both of them out of the corner of her eye. David was holding his breath. This was usually the point where she took charge of situations like she always did, the point where he always wound up disappointed. This time, though, she didn't say anything in that take-charge, authoritative tone that she used with him. This time, she glanced to her right, toward the entrance of the shop. "Ok. All right. We'll just give it a try," she said. She turned so her back was to the door, so only the two of them, Tony and David, could see what she was doing. She raised the dildo, holding it in both hands. The tip, or head, or end, grazed her red lips. She opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out, and pushed the dildo in. David groaned, and bit the inside of his cheek. His knees felt weak. It never failed to be the most incredible sight, to see another man's cock in his wife's mouth, even if it was fake. Her eyes were on them, moving back and forth between Tony and David. She worked several inches of the long dildo into her mouth, sliding it back and forth between her lips. David closed his eyes and squeezed his hands into fists, hoping he didn't pass out right there. "How deep can you take it?" Tony said. Jo looked straight at him and blinked. She tried to say something, but all that came out around the thick dildo was an unintelligible mumble. She turned her head up, as if to get a better angle for the dildo to go down her throat. Holding the end with both hands, high in the air, she pushed it even deeper into her mouth, until she struggled with it and started to gag. She quickly pulled it out of her mouth and coughed. "I don't think it's going to be that easy," David said, and reached out to hold his wife's shoulders. Tony had put his hands on his hips. "You might have better luck with the real thing," he said. Jo shook her head. She had saliva running down her chin, and wiped it away with the back of her hand. "I have to learn how to do it before my ... appointment," she said. "I'll tell you what. You can practice on me," Tony said. "What?" David said. Tony's hand reached down and rubbed the front of his slacks. David and Jo looked down at his hand at the same time. David's mouth fell open. His hand rubbed an enormous, long, thick bulge that hung down the leg of his slacks, almost to his knee. David looked at Jo. Her eyes looked horrified. Her head was shaking. "If you can handle me, you can handle anyone," Tony said. "I-I don't think so," Jo said. She was staring at that long bulge. Her face was pale. David licked his lips. This opportunity was too good to pass up. What was he going to have to do to see his wife with a cock that size in her mouth? Jo's head shook faster. "No ... No. There's no way," she said. David touched her arm. "Maybe we should try it. I think it would be helpful to have someone who can show us how," he said. Tony stepped up to Jo and touched her cheek. She looked up to his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was low and soft, as if David wasn't even there. "Don't be frightened, baby. It looks more intimidating that it really is," he said. As he talked, he took her hand and moved it down over the front of his slacks, right over the bulge of his erection. He held her hand there for a few seconds, and when he took his hand away, she continued to rub it on her own. Tony glanced over at David, and there was a faint smile on his face. David smiled back, and his head nodded, very slightly. Tony took Jo's hand again, and led her away from the display of dildos and vibrators. "Come on. Let me introduce you to my friend. What's your name again?" he said. "Jo." "Jo. Good. Come on with me." David remained in his spot with his hands in his pockets, shaking his head. This was too good to be true. He didn't want to miss it. He followed them to the front of the shop. Tony led Jo to the end of the counter, where the dark-haired young woman was sitting. Her name was Angel. Tony explained the whole situation to her. She sat back on her stool, with one foot on the floor and one foot on one of the rungs. She looked Jo from her head to her feet, and back up again. She shrugged. "Sure. Whatever," she said, and got off the stool. Tony shut off the Open sign and locked the front door, and they all followed him to the office at the back of the shop. David brought up the rear, behind the dark-haired girl, whose name was Phyllis. The way her ass moved side to side in her tight shorts made him grin. He didn't know what was going to happen, but whatever it was, it was going to be good. Inside the office, Tony closed the door. Phyllis was chewing gum, and it cracked loudly in the small room. She put one hand on her hip and pushed that hip way out to the side. "Let me get this straight. You want me to show this broad how to give head?" she said, and pointed a long, painted nail at Jo. Tony stood by his desk and started to unbuckle his pants. "Not just give head. How to deep throat a long cock," he said. "Oh. I gotcha," Phyllis said. Tony dropped his slacks to the floor. His penis swung free. David's jaw dropped open, as did Jo's. It was stupendously long and thick, at least a foot long, like an elephant's trunk hanging from the front of his abdomen. David closed his mouth. He and Jo stared at it. Phyllis reached over and put her hand around it. "You two doin' porn movies or something?" she said. "Not movies. We have a client who has requested this special service," David said. He could not take his eyes from Phyllis' hand, moving back and forth on Tony's long, thick shaft. It looked like a child's hand by comparison. Phyllis frowned. "A client?" She looked at Tony, like they shared a silent comment. David squeezed his lips together to hide his grin. He could imagine what they were thinking. If they only knew. "Is this client's cock big enough to deep throat?" Phyllis said, with a skeptical look in her eyes. "We've been told he's at least eight inches," Jo said. "That should be big enough for what you gotta do. Not as big as Tony's got, of course," Phyllis said, and hefted Tony's enormous cock so it was pointed in their direction, as if they might have missed it earlier. "Do you think it will work?" Tony said. "Yeah. I think it'll work. Let me show ya what ya gotta do," she said. She got down on her knees in front of Tony. Her hand was stroking his cock. "First, you gotta suck on him for a while, get him good and worked up. And you gotta let yourself relax, get used to the size of his cock." She put the end of Tony's cock in her mouth and moved her head back and forth slowly. Her bright red lips were stretched wide around it, and she slurped noisily. David squeezed his eyes shut. His hard penis strained against the front of his slacks. Tony's massive cock looked incredible in this pretty girl's mouth. He didn't know how he was going to be able to stand it when Jo had that thing in her mouth. He just hoped she didn't back out before they got that far. Phyllis pulled Tony's cock out of her mouth and turned to look straight at Jo. "What you gotta do is relax and swallow, and let it slide down your throat," she said. She put Tony's cock back into her mouth. She was holding it around the base with her left hand, and had her right hand on Tony's thigh. She worked her head back and forth a few times, then shoved her head forward on it real hard. She gagged furiously, like she was choking on it. But her gagging stopped abruptly, and the long, thick cock was sliding down her throat. Tony was looking at Jo with a grin on his face, like it didn't affect him, like he couldn't wait for her to take her turn. With half of Tony's cock down her throat, Phyllis stopped, let go of the base, and held her hands up, as if to say "Look, no hands". Her eyes were turned to look in Jo's direction because she was unable to turn her head. Jo's mouth hung open, and her eyebrows were arched up. As if that wasn't impressive enough, Phyllis grabbed Tony's hips and pulled herself toward him, taking the rest of his cock all the way down her throat. Her nose touched his stomach and his big, fat balls slapped against her chin. David blinked. He could see her neck bulge out with the impression of his cock going down her throat. Phyllis held it there for a few seconds, then pulled it all the way out, slowly, like a shiny serpent emerging from its den. Her saliva dripped from the end of it, and ran down her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand. "You wanna try it now?" she said, and looked at Jo. She touched her hand to her chest, and her eyes gaped. "M-Me? I ... I don't know," she said. But she was already moving toward Tony and his massive cock. She knelt to the floor beside Phyllis, and looked at her with a quick flash of a nervous smile. David shifted on his feet and crossed and recrossed his arms. His mouth was watering. This was going to be good. The anticipation was killing him. Jo took Tony's cock from Phyllis. Her hand moved up and down the shaft and she stared at the big, swollen head like she didn't know what to do with it. "Just go slow," Tony said. From her knees, Jo looked way up at him and nodded. She licked her lips, opened her mouth wide, and let his big cock head slip in. David was the one who groaned out loud. They all turned to look at him. He bit the inside of his cheek. He was embarrassed, but so what? Let them look. This was too good to be upset about something so trivial at the moment. Jo looked at Phyllis and Tony again and smiled, as if to apologize for her husband's behavior. "Now go ahead and give it a try, just like Phyllis told you," Tony said. He held his cock around the base and pushed it toward her, like he was getting impatient. She nodded, and was looking straight at it, focusing all her efforts. She licked around the head a few times, and down the shaft, smothering it with her wet lips and tongue. The whole time, her head was turned so she could look directly at David. He squeezed his hands into fists and clenched his teeth so hard he was afraid they would crack. He hated that she knew how to turn him on so bad. She took the head of Tony's cock in her mouth again and slowly moved her head back and forth. She could barely fit that much between her lips. Her jaw looked like it was going to split. How was she supposed to get the rest of that thing down her throat? The more Jo worked her head back and forth, the more of Tony's cock she could get into her mouth. It was only a few minutes before the first few inches of his cock was shiny with Jo's saliva, and she was sliding those few inches of thick cock in and out between her lips with the deliberate slowness that she had used many times to drive men crazy. From the look on Tony's face, it seemed to be working on him, as well. "Well fuck me, woman. You are good at this," Phyllis said, with her hands on her hips. Jo took Tony's cock out of her mouth. He groaned. "Shit, girl. Don't stop now," he said. "What do I do next?" Jo said with an innocent note in her voice like she was learning from her big sister how to apply makeup. Phyllis held one hand up like she was holding an imaginary cock. "Now you try to ease it to the back of your mouth, and when you feel pressure on your throat, you have to make yourself relax completely so you don't gag, and then swallow." Jo nodded as she listened. Her hand continued to work back and forth on Tony's cock. He was looking down at her with a big smile. When she took the end of his cock in her mouth again, his eyes closed and his lips made an O shape and he moaned. David fought back his own sighs and groans. He wanted to reach down and rub the bulge in the front of his slacks, but it was bad enough that it was sticking out where they could all see. Jo worked her head back and forth. When it came to the point where she was ready, she pushed her head forward, which jammed his cock deeper into her mouth than it had yet gone. Her eyes squeezed shut and she gagged horribly. Tony’s Sex Emporium David cringed. She bobbed her head back and forth some more. The line of saliva had moved down the shaft of Tony's cock, almost to the mid-point. She tried it again. She leaned forward, into Tony's cock, squeezed around the shaft with both hands, and gagged horribly again. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and coughed. Her chin was covered with saliva. She wiped it away, and when she looked at Phyllis, her cheeks were bright red. "I seem to be having a bit of trouble with this," she said. "What do you got to help her out?" Tony said. Phyllis nodded. Her finger wagged. "I know just what you need." She reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of red fluid with a finger pump on top. "I always keep a bottle of this with me. Never know when I'm gonna need it," she said. "What is it?" Jo said. "Chloraseptic." She handed the bottle to Jo, who turned it in her hands, with a puzzled look on her face. "Chloraseptic? What do I do with this?" Phyllis made a disgusted noise and rolled her eyes. She took the bottle back. "You spray it in your mouth, of course. It numbs your throat. Kills the gag reflex. Now open up." Jo hesitated a second, and glanced at David. But Phyllis was waiting, so she turned her head up and opened her mouth wide. Phyllis squirted the bottle into her mouth twice. Jo cleared her throat and smacked her lips a few times. "I don't know if this is going to work," she said, and touched her throat with her fingertips. Phyllis lifted Tony's cock for her to take hold. "It'll work. You'll be amazed. Try it," she said. Jo took his cock in her hand again, but she held it gingerly and watched it carefully, like it was a snake that had bit her. She took a breath, licked her lips, opened her mouth, and put the cock in. Tony groaned and smiled. "Oh yeah, baby. I don't know what you're feeling, but your mouth feels fantastic," he said. He glanced at David out of the corner of his eye, as if he wanted to rub it in. David's erection twitched in his slacks and he bit the inside of his cheek. Jo pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked up at Phyllis. Her head was shaking. "You're right. It works. I don't feel like I want to gag at all," she said. She opened her mouth wide and wolfed on Tony's huge cock like she was trying to impale herself on it. David's jaw fell open. He couldn't believe how deep she was taking it in her mouth. But then he grinned. It was what was going to happen next that made his mouth water with anticipation. Jo paused a moment with just the head of Tony's cock in her mouth. She was taking deep breaths, like she was working herself up for the big moment. She slid his cock deep into her mouth until it seemed to get stuck, right around the mid-point of the shaft. Her eyes were squeezed shut and tears were running down her cheeks. The veins in her neck and her temples bulged and throbbed. The choking noises from her throat made David very tense. Should he put a stop to this? The last thing he wanted was for his precious young wife to give up her life just for a cheap gimmick, even if it was for a very important client. "Swallow, dear. Don't forget to swallow," Phyllis said. Jo made a big effort to swallow, and Tony's cock lodged even deeper into her mouth. David's breath caught in his own throat, like he was feeling sympathetic pains for his dear wife. "Oh fuck," Tony said in a low voice. "Now breathe through your nose," Phyllis said. Jo moved her head like she was trying to nod, but of course she couldn't because she had a huge cock lodged in her throat. Her nostrils flared, as if she was breathing through her nose with an effort. She started to move her head back and forth slowly, sliding his cock down her throat and back out again. His eyes bulged out of his head. She was really doing it, and it was better than he could have imagined. "Oh baby. I'm gonna cum," Tony said. He put his hands on either side of her head and pulled her all the way in toward his stomach. His huge horse cock stretched her jaw even wider. Jo was screaming and pushing against his legs with both hands. Her voice was nothing more than a muffled squeak, of course, with all of that cock in it, and Tony was groaning and bucking his hips forward, as if he didn't notice her cries, or he just didn't care. David blinked. He should have done something to help her, but he was too caught up in the thrilling spectacle to do anything about it. He could see the way that her neck expanded with every throb of Tony's cock, and this time it was her eyes that bulged out of her head. Tony's body jerked with each spasm. David didn't know how Jo could take it. The whole thing went on for so long. How much cum was he pumping down his poor wife's throat? Finally, Tony released Jo's head from his grip, and she pushed herself away from him with her hand on his thighs. His cock came out of her throat slowly, with a wet, sucking sound. When the fat, purplish head finally fell from between her lips, it was followed by a gush of cum that was so white and so thick that at first David thought his wife had spit up a mouthful of latex paint. She bent over the puddle on the floor, coughing. David started to move toward her, but Tony held up his hand, with a stern look in his eye, and he stopped in his tracks. "Do you got it?" Tony said. Jo coughed some more, and nodded. "I think I got it," she said. She rubbed her neck. Her voice was hoarse. She pushed herself to her feet. She stuck out her right hand and shook Tony's hand. His cock bobbed awkwardly between them. Her saliva dripped from the tip into the puddle on the floor between her feet. "Thanks for your help," Jo said in her soft, hoarse voice. But Tony didn't let go of her hand. He had a grin on his face, and he looked deep into her eyes. "You're turned on, aren't you?" he said. Jo's face blushed. She tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't let her go. David's toes curled in his shoes, and his hands squeezed the edge of the desk. Was there more to this show? "Your pussy's wet, isn't it? I mean really wet, like dripping down your leg?" Tony said. Jo glanced at David, like she was almost sorry for what she was about to do, and she nodded. "Don't look at your husband. He wants it as bad as you." Jo straightened her back and seemed to recover some of her composure. "What is it you think he wants?" she said in her hoarse voice. Tony took her hand and put it around his thick, sticky cock. "To see you fucking this cock. Isn't that right, David?" he said. "Oh yes," David said, and nodded eagerly. Jo stared at him with her mouth hanging open, like she was horrified that he would say such a thing, but her hand was moving back and forth on Tony's cock. He put his hands on her waist and lifted her off the floor like she was a doll that weighed nothing. She was looking into his face with big, wondrous eyes, as if she was a doll. He put his hands between her luscious thighs and pried them apart. He pushed her short skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties off. Jo put her bare ass on the hard wooden desktop and gasped, but she did nothing to try to get away from him. Tony was standing between her spread legs, holding her knees in each hand. Jo was watching his huge cock. "Now, I want you to put my cock in your pussy," he said. Jo propped herself back on the desk with one arm and closed her other hand around his cock. She licked her lips. She guided the fat head of his cock to her pussy, but just as it touched her tiny, delicate slit, she frowned. "I-I don't think it's gonna fit," she said. Tony laughed. "Nonsense. I fucked my sister with this cock when she was twelve. If she can take it, so can you," he said. "Your sister?" Jo said with a disgusted sneer. David swallowed and wiped the perspiration from his upper lip. He felt light headed. God, how he would love to see Tony fucking a young girl with that huge cock. Tony leaned forward so the head of his cock pressed into Jo's slit. She winced. "She may not have wanted me to fuck her. At least not that first time." Jo was staring at Tony's face, and when she looked down between her legs, the head of his cock had poked into her pussy. "Holy shit," she said. Her voice was a squeak like a mouse. Tony chuckled. "Yeah. I get that a lot." David chuckled himself. It was amusing to see his wife so out of her element. It would be nice when she got back to her old domineering self. For now, though, he was going to enjoy watching her be the one who was domineered. Jo grabbed Tony's arm in a death grip. Her knuckles were white. She had beads of sweat on her brow. She looked hard into his eyes. "Tony. Please. Don't hurt me," she said in her weak, hoarse voice. Tony dragged her toward him so her ass was on the edge of the desk, and the head of his cock poked deeper into her pussy. Jo yelped. "It's gonna hurt, child. You'll get over it in a hurry." Phyllis was standing by the desk, staring down between Jo's legs where Tony's cock breached her tiny slit. She had her hand on her hip and chuckled. "I know that's right," she said. Tony pushed forward with his hips. Jo whimpered and tried to crawl away from him, but he was holding her knees tight. She had that horrified look on her face again. He shoved forward with his hips. "No. No. Not so hard," Jo said in a pathetically weak voice. "Don't fight it, baby. We gotta get it in you," Tony said. He readjusted his grip so that her knees were in the crooks of his elbows and her legs were bent back. He grabbed her hips with both hands and shoved forward with his hips. A couple of inches of his cock jammed into her pussy. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. David flinched and his eyes squinted. "Don't tell me that's it, baby. I think you can take the whole thing," Tony said. David nodded and wiped the drool from the corners of his mouth. God, yes, he wanted to see her take more of that cock. He wanted to see her take all of it. But Jo just stared at him with a blank, bewildered face. It was hard to tell how much of Tony's cock was inside her by then. It had to be several inches, that was certain. He was working his hips back and forth slowly, now, and whether or not Jo was still feeling the discomfort of being stretched, a little bit more of his cock pushed into her each time. Jo's arms had been propped behind her on the desk to hold her up, but they finally gave out and she lay flat on her back. Tony bent her legs back and used his hands to cup under her ass and lift her off the desk to a height that gave him a better angle to drive his cock into her. Finally, David could resist no longer. He reached down to rub the bulge of his erection through the front of his slacks. This strange man was driving his monstrous cock into his delicate young wife. How could any normal man be expected to resist that sight for as long as he had? The only one who noticed was Phyllis, and when she looked across the office at him and saw his hand moving furiously over the crotch of his slacks, she smiled. He was only slightly relieved that she wasn't going to make a huge thing out of it in front of Tony and Jo. The door opened and David jumped, nearly high enough to hit the ceiling. He jerked his hand away from the front of his slacks. A young man with blonde hair poked his head into the office. "Hey boss. Where'd you put the keys?" he said. "On the wall," Tony grunted, and nodded toward the opposite wall. The young blonde man walked across the office to get the keys. He smiled at Phyllis, but didn't seem to notice David. Nor did he seem to be affected by the sight of Tony fucking the hell out of a young woman on his desk. He grabbed the keys off the hook on the wall and was gone again. David stared at the door. Who the hell was that? And did Tony fuck women on his desk so frequently that no one who came into the shop was surprised when he did? Judging by the disinterested look on Phyllis' face and the casual way she was watching, that was probably the case. Tony was pounding his cock into Jo's pussy. Her legs hung limp over his arms, and she stared blankly at the ceiling, as if she was too delirious to do anything about the assault. Her head rolled side to side and she moaned like she had been drugged. Tony's cock was almost entirely buried in her pussy and her soft, pink lips had been stretched much further than normal to allow it in. Tony's hips pumped back and forth and when he started to cum, his body jerked and his back arched so that his head tilted way back, like he was groaning in anger at the ceiling. He grunted two or three times and slammed his hips forward each time. His cock hammered even deeper into Jo's pussy, but if she felt it or if she was even cumming herself, she didn't show it. She continued to moan and roll her head side to side. A thick, white fluid began to leak from her slit, around the shaft of Tony's cock, and dripped on the desk. He jerked his hips back. His cock flopped out of her pussy and slapped on her belly with a wet smack. Immediately, a flood of cum followed it and spread over the desk and dripped off the edge. Tony grunted and his back spasmed, and a long, thick rope of white cum shot out of the end of his cock, arched over Jo's prone form like the trail of a comet across the night sky, and came down on her with a splat. She yelped and flinched. It landed in her hair and on her face, and on her beautiful new outfit. Tony's cock pointed up at an angle. It twitched and spat out another stream of cum that extended like a rope from the tip, all the way to the other end of the desk. Jo's wide eyes watched it come down, and she squeezed them shut. Tony grunted and jerked twice more, and twice more shot a thick load of cum across the desk and on top of Jo. Finally, his cock stopped firing like a hose and the last of his cum oozed from his cock onto her belly where her skirt was bunched at her hips. The room had become very quiet, except for Tony's panting. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Beside him, Phyllis had a huge grin. "God damn, Tony. That was fucking fantastic. How come you don't fuck me like that more often?" she said. Tony let Jo's legs slip from his arms. He backed out from between her legs. "I used to, remember? You told me to stop before I killed you." "Oh yeah. I forgot," Phyllis said. Jo lifted herself off the desk and sat up. She had a dazed look in her eyes. The front of her dark outfit was soaked. Her hair was matted and sticky, and Tony's cum dripped from her nose and her chin. She blinked a couple of times. "Wh-What happened?" Phyllis snorted. "Dear, you just got the best fucking you'll ever get," she said, and glanced at David. He didn't respond. She didn't need to try to make him feel humiliated. That was the best part of the whole show. But despite himself, he started to grin. What would it be worth to see Phyllis get fucked like that? Tony pulled up his pants, tucked his huge cock away, and fastened the zipper and the buckle. He took Jo's hand and helped her off the desk. The blobs of cum that fell on her belly and whatever was still leaking from her slit ran down her legs, which were wobbly and unsteady. David stepped up to her side and took her other hand, with one arm around her waist. "Steady, dear. Just go slow," he said, and guided her toward the door. "Listen. Thanks for the great fuck, baby," Tony said and kissed the back of Jo's hand. She pulled her skirt down to cover herself. Her panties were nowhere in sight. She looked into Tony's face and smiled. "Thank you. It was ... good," she said. Her voice was still a little hoarse, and her legs were still too weak to hold her up. Tony opened the door for them. "If you don't mind me asking, who is this client of yours? The one with the eight inch cock?" David stopped Jo at the door. "He goes by the name William," he said, and grinned when Tony's eyebrows arched up. End.