Page 4 of Croc Food

She stroked her fake moustache thoughtfully.

“Well, there is one way I can think of. But a pretty rich boy like you, I don’t know if you have it in you to do the back-breaking labor necessary.”

Bitsy stroking her moustache almost made me lose it, and I was barely able to keep it together.

“My dear sir or madam, I assure you I can.”

“What are you offering then?”

“My body,” I growled, “to pleasure yours.”

My cock was already punching a hole in my pants when I reached her, so tiny and cute that she barely came up to my chest.

“I don’t know how I’d report that on my taxes,” Bitsy said, tapping her chin. “But I suppose I’ll give it a chance and if you are satisfactory, there will be no charge for this particular service.”

“Oh, I’ll give satisfaction,” I said, flipping her around on her belly on the counter. “If you have any stoppages, I’ll plunge them free.”

“I’m the plumber—” my wife laughed.

But she arched her back up and I sunk balls-deep into that sweet, silky goodness.

This was always the best part of my day, that feel of her wet, drippy pussy, the way her nipples were so responsive to the slightest little tweak, the way she always smelled like the most delicious apples and cinnamon, because as soon as she got home she started to bake like a madwoman.

I slid into her with long, luxurious strokes, because I liked to take my time with my wife, building up her pleasure as she writhed underneath me.

“How did you grow such a baller moustache?” I asked, gripping her ass with one hand as I watched the hypnotic sight of the veins pulsating on my cock as I drew it in and out of her slick wet heat, coming out every time wetter and hotter than before.

“Jealous?” she panted, and I laughed, my skin feeling hot and tight, and I stepped up the pace, my hand snaking around to rub her clit with two fingers until she was breaking underneath me and I unloaded a load of cum deep inside her with a wet squishy sound.

“Fuccckkk, baby, you feel so good.”

I grunted as I drained my balls, Bitsy’s thighs shaking as her little ass jiggled in my face.

“Take off that moustache,” I laughed, turning her around as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Never!” Bitsy, said, but I flicked it off her face and kissed her, deep and slow, loving how she felt under my fingers.

She twined her arms around my neck, and for a moment I almost got distracted by how sexy she was and flipped her over for round two.

Then I remembered what I was supposed to be talking to her about.

“Bitsy, we have to be serious for a minute,” I said as I propped her up on the counter. “You know I’m up for a big promotion at work.”

“I know you’re going to get it too,” my wife said, her eyes shining at me. “You’re obviously the smartest and best-qualified one there.”

“Well, I mean, I do have the best sales record.”

“And you shoot better than any of your friends! Plus your ass is nicer. Everyone knows that.”

I couldn’t resist a snort.

“So don’t even worry about it! Let me show you what I’ve been working on! These little zombie cakes are so cute, so you have to tell me if people would actually pay for them. And when your boss and his wife come to visit I’m thinking like spooky spaghetti and we can have little mushrooms and olives look like eyeballs?”

Anxiety clawed at my throat.

“This is exactly the kind of thing I’m talking about,” I said, running my hand through my hair as I took a step back. “Your cooking and stuff like that.”

“What? Oh, did you like my lunch today? I thought you would love those little vampire teeth, since I used the deviled egg recipe you really like! I think I’m getting soo close to feeling confident enough try and sell some of my own stuff. What do you think?”