Sin in the City of Angels

by Callista Hawkes

  “This feels so… so filthy!” She murmurs, before continuing to slide her tongue up to the straining head. Her mouth opens and she takes you inside, her lips stretching around your thick cock as she begins to slide them downwards. You wince slightly as you feel her teeth scrape against the sensitive skin, but she quickly adjusts and her technique becomes increasingly fluent despite her obvious inexperience.

  “Not bad.” You groan as she begins to find a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down in your lap. She takes more and more of you into her mouth until the tip nudges the back of her throat making her gag. She pulls away, gasping.

  “Use your hand and just take what you are comfortable taking into your mouth.” You tell her. She nods and smiles, blushing slightly as she warms to her task. You groan as she takes you back into her mouth, slurping and sucking you in tandem with her pumping hand. The sensation, combined with the excitement of corrupting this haughty and reserved rich housewife has the tension rapidly building in your loins.

  “That feels good.” You murmur, reaching down to caress her immaculately styled blonde haired head. Her blue eyes glint up to you as her ruby red lips continue to slide up and down your length, leaving traces of her lipstick on your shaft. Her muffled moan of delight at your appreciation vibrates pleasantly down your cock and has your come boiling in your balls.

  Let her continue until you come

  Return the favor in a sixty-nine

  “Well, you’re full of surprises.” You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Figured you’d be a lights off, missionary kinda gal.” She blushes, but returns your smile.

  “Perhaps I’m not quite the prissy, sheltered socialite you think me to be.” She replies.

  “Maybe…” You chuckle, pulling off your jacket and loosening your tie as you drop to your knees before her, your back pressed against the rear of the front seat. You slowly kiss your way up the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs, Viola breathless with anticipation as she sinks deeper into the seat. You grasp her hips, pulling her closer to the edge. Her legs spread wider and you eagerly breathe in the scent of her arousal, your mouth watering at the thought of tasting her. You crane your head forward and kiss her wet slit. Viola gasps, reaching down to caress your head, her fingers running through your hair.

  “Ohhh, that feels so good!” She moans as you begin to lap at her juicy trench. “My pig of a husband was only ever concerned with seeking his own pleasure.” You wonder why she’s saying that like it’s a bad thing. “Once he’d finished, I would retire to another room, read certain pages from Lady Chatterley’s Lover and touch myself.”

  “Is that what this is?” You smirk, lifting your face from between her thighs. “Am I your Mellors?”

  “Maybe.” She giggles. “Looks like I’m not the only one that’s full of surprises.”

  “That I’ve even heard of D.H. Lawrence?” You grin.

  “No, that you can read.” She chuckles, guiding your face back to her moist folds. You run your tongue up and down her furrow, the tangy taste making your hardening cock twitch in your slacks. Viola’s fingers tighten in your hair as she enjoys your attentions. Trailing your tongue up to her clitoris, you flick it over the sensitive little button. She flinches, groaning thickly as the tip of your tongue dances over it.

  “Yes, yes!” She pants, squirming in the seat. “Oh my God, that feels good!” You tighten your grip on her hips, pressing your face into her even more firmly and thrusting your tongue deep inside her slit. Her breathing is becoming increasingly ragged and you can feel her body tensing up.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Viola gasps, her fingers pulling at your hair. She stiffens, her hips lifting up off the seat as she reaches her orgasm, her cries of ecstasy filling the confined interior of the car. Her sweet juices flood your face and her body shudders with each wave of pleasure until her breathless gasps become contented sighs of satisfaction. She releases your head and you pull away from her hot, wet pussy.

  “How was that, Lady Chatterley?” You grin up at her.

  “Wonderful.” She pants, her eyes closed and a broad smile on her lips. You join her on the seat and pull off your shirt. Viola appears to have lost the last of her inhibitions as she leans forward and swiftly unbuckles your belt and unzips your fly. She tugs down your slacks and it’s your turn to groan as she runs her fingers over the outline of your hardening cock through your underpants.

  “So big.” She murmurs as she explores it. Chewing her lower lip, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your underpants and tugs them down. Your shaft springs out, tracing an arc up your thigh as it swells with your excitement.

  “Magnificent.” She breathes, her fingers closing around your rigid shaft. “What are you going to do to me next?” Her gaze drifts from your cock to your face, her blue eyes filled with lust and a little smirk playing on her lips.

  Slip inside her

  Sixty-nine her

  “You’ve had the appetizer.” You grin, guiding Viola onto her back. “Time for the main course.” She gasps with delight, her eyes gleaming with excitement. You climb onto the seat between her legs and grasp her ankles, lifting them onto your shoulders.

  “Take me.” She murmurs thickly, her feet pressed against the car roof. “Let me feel your thick cock inside me.” You smile at the strangeness of hearing her talk that way, your shaft twitching with your own eager excitement. You reach down, grasping your shaft and pressing the tip to her puffy lips which glisten with her juices and your saliva. As you push gently forward, your cock slips easily inside her. Viola lets out a low moan of pleasure as you slowly sink into her hot, wet depths.

  “Oh that feels so good.” She moans. You grin and begin to slowly slide back and forth. Viola lets out a low moan each time you thrust deeply inside her. Her lips pout and she gazes up at you from beneath long eyelashes. Her hands squeeze her breasts through her yellow summer dress and the prim wealthy housewife is transformed into a lustful siren.

  “You like that?” You grunt, quickening your pace, your pelvis slapping against her firm buttocks. You glance down, watching your glistening shaft piston in and out of her, her lips stretched around the thick intruder.

  “Yes.” She gasps. “You’re so much bigger than my husband. I’ve never felt so full!” You grasp her hips, slamming into her now as you feel the stirrings of your climax beginning to build. Her face is contorted in pleasure and her normally immaculately styled blonde hair is now in disarray as you shunt her across the seat with every thrust. Her mouth drops open as her breathing becomes increasingly labored. Her blue eyes are fixed on yours and filled with yearning.

  “Oh God!” She moans. “Harder, harder, harder! I’m so close!” You pound into her with wild abandon, her imminent climax of little consequence compared to your own voracious lust. Her blue eyes burn with desperation as she teeters on the edge. She is breathless now, her chest rising and falling as she squirms beneath you. Her hands claw at her breasts before she arches her back, shrieking with pleasure as a second powerful orgasm tears through her. Her cries are deafening in the confines of the car. Her pussy clenches around your throbbing shaft and you grunt, on the verge of your own climax.

  “Come inside me.” She pants, her face flushed and glistening with perspiration. “Fill me with your seed!”

  Come inside her

  Come on her breasts

  “Lie on your back.” You grunt. Viola releases your cock and you both scramble around in the cramped confines of your Buick as she lays across the back seat. The sun shines through the window, catching her blonde hair and yellow summer dress, making her look like a goddess. Her ruby red lips pout and her blue eyes gaze expectantly up into yours.

  “What are you going to do to me?” She asks, her chest heaving beneath her elegant dress.

  “What the French would call a soixante-neuf.” You grin, chuckling as she knits her eyebrows in puzzlement. She quickly gets the picture as you join her on the back seat, your knees either side of her head bef
ore pulling the skirts of her dress back up above her waist and burying your face between her thighs. She moans with delight as you press your tongue into her moist furrow, enjoying the sweet tangy flavor of her juices. Viola squirms beneath you moaning with delight. Your neglected cock aches for attention and you momentarily pull your face from her juicy slit.

  “Don’t forget about me, sweetheart.” You murmur. You feel her fingers wrap around your shaft and groan as you feel the wet warmth of her mouth envelop the tip. Any reservations she might have had swiftly evaporate as she grasps your buttocks and begins to slide her lips up and down your length. You bury your face back into her delicate folds and resume lashing your tongue at her sodden pussy. Her moans of pleasure vibrate pleasantly around your shaft and you lap at her with increasing enthusiasm.

  “My God, that feels incredible!” She gasps, pulling your cock from her lips.

  “Don’t stop!” You growl irritably at the interruption. She stuffs you back into her mouth and quickly resumes her earlier rhythm. You continue to thrust your tongue as deeply inside her as you can before dragging it up to her clit and flicking over it. You slide a hand between her legs and press your fingers to her drenched slit. They slip easily inside her and you pump them in and out as your tongue dwells on her sensitive clitoris. Viola’s muffled moans of pleasure increase in intensity and her technique becomes more and more distracted. She abruptly pulls your cock from her lips, moaning thickly as she teeters on the brink of her climax.

  “Oh… oh… ohhhh!” She gasps, her body tensing up before with a cry of pure pleasure, her orgasm rips through her. She bucks and thrashes about beneath you, her juices soaking your fingers as waves of ecstasy crash through her. You continue to lash your tongue at her twitching clit, her shrill cries deafening in the confines of the car. She reaches for your cock, pumping it wildly as her climax begins to subside, her cries becoming contented sighs.

  “Are you close?” She asks you, her panting breaths warm against your balls.

  “Yeah.” You groan.

  “Then come inside me.” She murmurs. “I want to feel your thick cock thrusting into me. I want to feel you tense up before filling me with your creamy seed.”

  Slip your cock inside her

  Come on her chest instead

  “No.” You reply, pulling away from her. Viola gazes quizzically up at you as you scramble up her body, your throbbing cock swaying above her. “I want to come all over those.” You smirk, gazing at her chest. She knits her eyebrows before following your gaze, her eyes widening.

  “My God, you really are a vile, disgusting animal!” She gasps. You nod and grin shamelessly. “Very well.” She sighs, reluctantly unbuttoning the buttons on the front of her yellow dress down to her waist. She pulls it open, blushing as she exposes her bra clad breasts to you.

  “Very nice.” You grin, your cock twitching with excitement. Hooking her fingers beneath the underwire, she tugs the cups upwards, your pulse quickening at the sight of her firm, pale breasts, the pink areolas small, her nipples erect.

  “Satisfied?” She glares up at you.

  “Not yet.” You grin, wrapping your hand around your shaft and beginning to stroke it.

  “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.” She mutters. You chuckle and pump your cock harder, your balls tightening at the thought of erupting all over her soft, fleshy mounds.

  “Push ‘em together.” You groan.

  “What?” She replies.

  “You heard me. Push ‘em together.” You growl. She narrows her eyes at you, but obediently presses her breasts together, enhancing her cleavage. You lean forward, dragging the straining tip of your cock across her soft mounds.

  “Ugh!” Viola’s lip curls in disgust as she sees the slimy trail of pre-come smeared across her chest.

  “There’s a lot more where that came from.” You chuckle, furiously pumping your shaft.

  “This feels so dirty.” She complains, idly pinching her nipples. You groan thickly and her blue eyes flick up to meet yours. “You like that, huh?” She smiles, pulling at the engorged buds.

  “Yeah.” You gasp, feeling the tension in your balls building to a crescendo.

  “You going to cover these in your seed?” She purrs, kneading her breasts.

  “Oh fuck!” You groan as you feel your balls twitch and unleash a powerful surge of come. You grunt as the bulbous crown swells and the first spurt streaks from it, splashing across her left breast and fingertips. Viola squeals with a mixture of surprise and delight as your cock continues to erupt, sending thick ropes of your seed all over her soft mounds and cleavage. As your climax subsides, you sit back and gaze down at her come splattered chest, the pearly white fluid glistening in the sunlight.

  “Look at what you’ve done to me.” She murmurs, but without the venom and disgust of earlier.

  “Think you kinda enjoyed it by the end there.” You chuckle, climbing off her. Viola blushes furiously and doesn’t even try to deny it.

  Once you’ve both cleaned up, you get dressed and drive Viola back to her home on Mulholland Drive. On the way, you glance across at her a couple of times. A little smile is playing on her lips and you know she has enjoyed the experience more than she’d care to admit. As you pull up outside the gates of her house, you turn to her.

  “Well, here we are.” You tell her.

  “Thank you Mr Harlowe.” She replies before smiling and adding: “For everything.” She climbs out of the car and hurries through the gate and up the driveway. You watch her every step of the way, enjoying the sight of her slender legs and the sway of her hips. Once she disappears from view, you pull out onto the road and drive back towards the city.

  Continue

  “Bend over.” You tell Viola, pulling away from her. Her blue eyes widen, perhaps indignant at the prospect of being taken from behind like a dog, but she nods submissively and scrambles onto her hands and knees on the back seat.

  “Good girl.” You grin, lifting the hem of her crumpled yellow dress up over her waist and gazing down at her exposed buttocks before playfully slapping a cheek. She squeals and snaps her head around, glaring at you over her shoulder. You chuckle and bow your head below the car roof as you move behind her. Guiding your aching cock towards her moist entrance, a cruel grin crosses your face as you drag the straining crown up and down her juicy slit.

  “Do it, you son of a bitch.” She groans impatiently. You push forward, your cock slipping easily inside her slick hole until your pelvis presses against her buttocks.

  “Is that what you want?” You growl.

  “Yes!” She gasps. “That feels so good!” You grasp her hips and begin to slam into her, Viola moaning each time you bury your cock inside her. Before long, the pressure in your balls that had subsided rapidly builds again.

  “I’m gettin’ close.” You groan.

  “Come for me.” She urges you breathlessly. “Let me feel you erupt inside me!” You thrust into her with wild abandon, consumed by your lust as you relentlessly pursue your climax. Your hands tighten on her hips and your grit your teeth, feeling every muscle in your body tense before you let out a deep grunt of release. Viola squeals with glee as she feels your cock twitch inside her, unleashing a torrent of your thick come deep within her sodden pussy.

  “I can feel you filling me with your seed!” She gasps. “God, I feel like such a harlot.” You answer only with a groan as her pussy muscles tighten around you, drawing out the last of your come. You slip from her, slumping back onto the seat as Viola does likewise. The windows are steamed up from your exertions and you wind one down, thankful for the breeze blowing in off the Pacific.

  “Not bad for a stuck up rich dame.” You grin. She chuckles, reclining back with a satisfied expression on her face.

  “You don’t know how much I needed that.” Viola purrs.

  “I could hazard a guess.” You grin, reaching for your cigarettes. You offer one to her which she gratefully accepts. You both smoke in silence for a moment
before reaching for your clothes and pulling them on. Viola pulls on her panties before trying to smooth down her crumpled yellow dress. Feeling her eyes on her, she blushes under your gaze.

  “We ought to get back.” She murmurs shyly, checking her makeup in a compact mirror. “My husband will be wondering where I am.”

  “Sure.” You smile.

  You climb back into the driver’s seat and reverse the Buick back out onto the road. Viola doesn’t speak a word during the journey back to Mulholland Drive, but when you check the rear view mirror, you can see a little smile playing on her lips.

  “Thank you Mr Harlowe.” She purrs when you pull up outside her gates. You glance over your shoulder at her and nod. “Perhaps we might do that again when your investigations are complete.” She adds, her blue eyes smoldering before opening the door and hurrying towards the house.

  “I look forward to it.” You murmur to yourself before pulling back into the road and heading back towards the city.

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  You bite your lip to suppress your groans of pleasure as you allow her to continue. Viola enthusiastically bobs her head in your lap, blissfully unaware of how close you are. You can feel the pressure in your balls reaching a crescendo and you bite down on your lip to stifle a grunt of release as you reach the point of no return. Your cock twitches in her grasp, the head swelling in her mouth as the first spurt erupts across her tongue. She squeals with surprise, pulling your cock from her lips and spluttering just as you erupt again, the next blast hitting her cheek.

  “Wha!!” She gasps as it pulses again, splattering against her chin and throat before she manages to direct the remaining eruptions away from her. She glares at you as your climax subsides, the last of your come oozing from the tip and dribbling down her fingers.