Smooth Operator by Risqué

fudgefrom his dick were melting. She ran her tongue from the side to the tip, back and forth and back again. He rolled his eyes to the top of his head, grabbed the back of her neck and stuck his dick back into her mouth.
    “Payton—” he moaned as she took him to places he’d never been. His knees began to shake and “Goddamn” was all he could say. He took his hands and ran them up and down her back, as her lips continued their symphony and his mouth shouted their song’s bridge of “Shit, baby, wait.”
    He cupped her chin and she wiggled her head free and bit his fingers, quickly resuming her dick-sucking masterpiece. “You ready to play?” She swallowed him whole again.
    Unable to speak, he stretched his long arms across Payton’s curled back and shot off down her throat. “I don’t give a damn what you do to me!” he said with exhausted excitement.
    Payton stretched his arms across the bed and handcuffed his hands on their respective sides. Then she shackled his feet. Once he lay restrained to the bed, she placed the noose around his neck and eased her creamy trenches onto his cock. She pulled the rope tight and rode him like a G.I. Jane headed for war. She flexed her inner walls, causing her sugar to pour from within and make a vanilla cone between them.
    “Payton!” His eyes bulged out and he moaned, “Harder!”
    A menacing smile ran across Payton’s face as she tightened the noose as far as she could around his neck. His hands flagged hysterically and his feet twisted. His dick was as hard as a boulder. Payton wrapped the end of the noose around her fist and yanked it as if he were runaway cattle. She could see the rope marks burning a way onto his neck, as she rode his dick into space, and just when she thought being choked was the best nut, she remembered that choking someone else was even better. Quinton’s chest heaved up and down, his cock exploded, and his unconscious head dropped to his chest.
    Payton stared into his face as she convulsed into a double orgasm, drowning his long, fat, succulent pipe with more of her vanilla cream. Just as she thought about sucking her stickiness off of him and bringing him back to consciousness with her tongue, his cell phone rang.
    She loosened the noose and whispered his name, “Quinton.”
    He slowly opened his eyes and as he said, “You’re a beast,” his cell phone rang again. Payton faked a smile, but she really wanted to scream; the wet spot had barely begun to dry before his wife was steadily calling. Payton rolled to his side, flipped his cell phone open and placed it on speaker. “Please make this shit short,” she mouthed as she uncuffed and unshackled him.
    He shot her the evil eye. “Wassup, Dominique?” he dryly answered the phone, his throat parched.
    Dominique’s voice rattled as if she were loosing her breath, “Where are you, Quinton?”
    “I told you I had some things to finish up at work,” he said, agitated.
    “But … I just called your office and your secretary said you weren’t there.”
    “Dominique,” he sighed seriously, “you’re about to make me hang up on you.”
    “What? Are you kidding me?” she asked in disbelief.
    “Does it sound like I’m joking? You’re getting on my nerves with this shit.” Before Quinton could continue Payton straddled him and said in a low tone, “You need to wrap this up.”
    Caught off guard, Quinton snapped at Payton, “Are you fuckin’ crazy?”
    “Quinton,” Dominique called for his attention, “who are you talking to?”
    He paused. “I’m … ummm … talking to you. Look, Dominique, I really don’t wanna go through this. I gotta go. I’ll be home in an hour.”
    “Two hours,” Payton mumbled, and held two fingers up.
    “You know, Quinton,” Dominique cried, “I’m really trying not to nag you … but it’s really important that you come home now. I need to talk to you.”
    “I told you I will be home in a while.”
    “I need you now, dammit! I