Chapter 13
Now there was no doubt in the mind of Bull Hardin, big-time politician, that he could use a girl like Lisa on his staff.
Oh, she couldn't type, and didn't know a thing about steno, but what the hell, she didn't have to be perfect. He would put her on his staff and she could sit around the office and decorate it, for she was charming to look at, with her cat-green eyes and silky skin and gleaming golden hair.
He could, in his moments of weariness, look at her luscious lips, and think of all the fun things they could do with his cock, and that would instantly lighten his load.
He had lots of responsibilities in Washington for he had to take care of his part of the country, make sure that the voters of his state got their fair share of government spending. And that took shrewd trading, because politics, as Bull understood it, was the art of getting one hand to wash the other. And that took a talent for manipulating people, for getting on the right side. It meant knowing the most powerful people on committees, and men high in the echelons of government power. It meant going to many social functions, acting a part, smiling at the right faces, stroking the right men—or their wives.
That was politics, not only in this country, but everywhere.
Bull was a realist, not a visionary, not an idealist who thought everything should be right in this world. Bull figured that the world had been made imperfect, and that it would continue to be imperfect long after he departed the scene. It was the idle dream of unrealistic men to think that they could fix-up all the injustice they found in the system. It never happened. But in every generation there were always the men who knew how to take care of their own people. They realized you could never really take care of everyone. The world just hadn't been made like that.
Bull reasoned it out quite early in life. The prizes in life went to the powerful men, and if you couldn't be powerful yourself, you hooked onto a man who had power, so that some of it reached you.
That was how the government operated, with one big man on top, and the lines of power flowing downward from him.
To be in touch with that power was Bull's job, for then he could get things for his people, and for himself, too. It was a full-time job, and it took a lot of hard thinking, and sweat, and also knuckling under when he had to. He hated to knuckle under—most men did—but he knew when it had to be done.
But after he did it, he always felt that he had to get something out of his system. He felt all jangled-up inside, and he needed a woman to work over, just to feel good again.
Lisa was right for him—a tender, sweet, innocent-looking little bitch with a body like a goddess. A body he badly wanted to get close to when he was feeling jangled-up, and had to dump his lousy feelings.
And he wanted something else from Lisa. He wanted to be able to spank her ass. He wanted to play the strange erotic games that made him feel so good. But they would have to go off to a motel to do that sort of thing. They had to have the utmost privacy. Nobody must find out. It was a secret sort of sex, weird, yet so exciting that it made him tingle all over to think of it. It always made him feel great about himself afterward. Because he could get all the ugly feelings out of himself.
One Friday, after a very rough session with a leader of his party, in which he had mishandled a delicate situation, Bull felt that the time had come to show Lisa some of these games.
He came from this session feeling all chewed-up and ready to eat nails. When Lisa, who had been lounging around the office, saw the storm on his face, she knew it meant a hard time on the mattress. But that was all right with her.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he said to her.
Lisa got her things together, and they went out to his car. He had a few things locked in the back of his car, just for emergency, and so they started off, streaking up the road, to find a private motel outside of Washington, where nobody knew them and they could lock themselves in for a while and do their thing.
While Bull drove, he kept thinking of the miserable bastard who had just reamed him out, and what he would like to do to him, but could not. It could mean his ass if he got careless.
He needed a good drunk and a few sex games to get it out of his system.
That was the way he handled these things.
He glanced over at Lisa sitting alongside him—a golden-haired, tender piece of honey-cunt, all of seventeen. He looked down at her tits, bulging partway out of her low-cut shirt. He breathed hard. His loins ached.
He needed to discharge all the goddam tension from his cock, one way or another, for that would put the world right again.
He'd whip her ass, all right. That always helped him get some of the hard feelings out of his body. He thought of her luscious plump ass, and his cock jumped.
But first she would do a few things to him. He knew he had to get himself mistreated, and then he would work out the ugly feelings by working on her. That was the way he liked it best.
Finally they found the Sleepy Hollow Motel, where they got a couple of rooms. They needed lots of space, because Bull hated to feel closed-in at times like this.
He brought out the suitcases, in which he had several quarts of scotch, and a couple of leather outfits.
They took a shower and put on their robes, and he began to drink.
Lisa drank along with him, though more slowly. She didn't have any jangled feelings to get out of her. After all, her job was pretty cushy, and she rarely had anything to do other than sit around and collect a very hefty salary.
Every once in a while, Bull would crook his finger at her, and she would go off with him to a motel where she did the sort of things that she enjoyed most. And it would be terrific, and then she would collect her paycheck again.
She rarely sweated, and if she ever had to lift a finger to do any work, it lasted about seven minutes, as a rule.
So here she was, in a motel room with her vigorous and potent employer and his gorgeous hunk of cock. It was all very easy to take, she was thinking.
They sat there in their robes as Bull talked about some shitass politician who had given him a hard time. Bull hated him because he had kept Bull from seeing the top man.
"It's all jealousy," Bull said. "This guy was never elected, yet he has more power than anyone. He makes the decisions on who gets in to see the Man. It's just a crazy setup. And then he has the goddam nerve to put me on the fire because I forgot to handle a certain thing."
Bull never told Lisa many details of his deals, for he took care not to put too much information into the hands of a secretary. You never knew. If they wanted to "rub you out," they might get to your staff people, put tapes on them, and get some hot goods. Then you'd be dead. So Bull always talked to Lisa in very vague generalities. He wanted to unload the grief in his system, but he had to do it discreetly. He was always careful.
They kept drinking and talking until Bull felt he was ready to have some fun.
"Listen," he said. "I want to play this game. I want you to tie me up. And then you tell me all the things you want me to do to you. I mean, give me a hard time, you understand? It's a game. Don't spare me. Do the wildest things you can imagine. It won't bother me. In fact, the worse you are to me, the better I'll like it. That's the kind of mood I'm in right now. Will you do it?"
Lisa had no experience with discipline in sex, though in some of her encounters she had sensed sadistic tendencies in her sex partners. But Bull's idea seemed a bit fantastic—especially when she saw the leather bindings that he brought out. But she had enough liquor in her now to go along with it.
"Put this stuff on me," he said.
She almost laughed. "You really want me to tie you up?"
"Yes," he snarled.
She shrugged her lovely shoulders, and tied the leather thongs the way he wanted, so that he was entirely nude, with his legs and wrists bound together.
"Now," he said, "if I don't please, you, or do anything you want, you are to use that leather strap there. Fan my tail with it. Or hit me anywhere you please."
She stared at him. His cock was already half-hard at the very idea of the game. She realized that it really excited him.
Okay, if he was a nut, she would go along with him. She rather fancied the idea of having a man tied-up and at her mercy. Actually, having the strap in her hand gave her a sense of mastery. She found that it made her feel pretty good.
She took a sip from her glass, feeling almost numb in the head from the quantity of booze that she'd already imbibed. There was something about booze that made you feel that everything was okay.
She stared at him, holding the belt in her hand. Here he was, bound and helpless, and she could do anything that she wanted with him. That was the game.
The weirdness of the idea excited her suddenly, as if she realized the totality of her power. She had power over a man. It was usually the other way around. Men usually had power over women, made them do what they wanted. Now she had Bull Hardin, one of the most important guys in the Washington scene, in her power.
What did she really want from him?
She looked at his cock and balls, and she smiled. She always wanted that. But she liked other things. She figured, from what he had told her, that he wanted to be put down, humiliated. Wasn't that the basic idea of the game? What could she do to make him feel like that? She should concentrate on it, she thought, for that was what he wanted. It would probably excite him.
He was now her slave. She would call him slave.
"Okay, slave," she said. She had stripped herself entirely nude. She felt all warm and sexy inside. Booze made her sexy, and the sight of his big cock made her sexy, too.
She walked over to him and pushed at his cock with the tip of the belt. She poked at it contemptuously, as if it was nothing, even though, to her, it was everything.
She flicked at his balls. It was kind of fun. He looked embarrassed, as if he was getting pushed around by a kid, but it made his eyes gleam strangely.
"You think you're such a big man, don't you? Well, I don't. I think you're just a big shit acting like a big man." She was sneering. And the words came to her easily. It was curious how quickly she fell into the role of the tormenter.
She turned her ass to him.
"Here, kiss my ass. And do it right," she said, her voice suddenly threatening.
He bent over and kissed her ass. He did it tenderly, carefully.
"Kiss the other cheek," she said.
He kissed the other cheek, he rubbed his lips on her ass, he licked her ass with his tongue.
She found herself getting very excited. She liked the idea of having him do anything she wanted.
A new idea suddenly hit her. She remembered what he had made Greta do to him. And she felt he should pay for that in the same coin.
She stood in front of him and spread her cheeks.
"Kiss my asshole now. Just as Greta did to you!"
He hesitated. He did nothing.
She turned and looked at him. Then she swung the belt. Crack! She swung it again—crack! His back had two red marks on it.
"I told you what to do!"
He put his lips on her ass.
"Lick my asshole," she ordered.
He licked her asshole.
She had to laugh. Man, this was some game! She could feel the power coursing through her. This was fun!
She turned around, and shoved her pussy at him.
"Now, lick my pussy, and do a good job of it!" she said threateningly, waving the belt.
His eyes gleamed with excitement, and he bent toward her pussy, his tongue darting out. She separated her cunt lips so that his tongue could go in and reach her clit.
"Give me a real massage with your tongue, honey," she ordered, smiling as the sensation of his mouth on her cunt sent fabulous waves of joy into her vulva.
She looked down at his cock; it was tremendous. Obviously, this game did a terrific job of getting him all excited. He liked to be treated like a worm. And she liked doing it to him, too. She was astonished at this streak of cruelty in herself. But it wasn't really cruelty. It was all a game of pretended power. She was not going to beat him to a pulp, or anything like that. She was just going to do some of the things she had never done before.
She had heard what he had done in the bathroom with Greta. He had peed on her. She wondered how he would respond to that! But first, she would let him eat her cunt for a while, for that was real kicks. This poor squirming fish with his hands tied was entirely in her power, even though, in Washington politics, he was one of the bigshots.
Now he was just a worm on a hook, and she could do anything she wanted with him.
She watched his tongue darting in and out of her cunt for a while. Then she turned, and told him to ream her tail for a while, too.
He did it. He was ready to do anything she asked! It was a fabulous display of power. Tie him up and threaten him with the belt, and he would do whatever you wanted.
Her cunt vibrated with the joy of this game.
She turned around and told him to stand up.
And she whacked his ass with the belt twice.
"What was that for?" he demanded, his eyes glittering wickedly.
"For nothing, that's what!" she said. "Now lie down on that towel on the floor."
She noted that his cock had swollen still more. Apparently the more she mistreated him, the sexier he felt! It was amazing. She had seldom seen a cock so hard; his fierce muscular tool throbbed with passion.
He lay down on the towel, his cock standing up, like a spear. She sat on it, squatting over it and letting it pierce her cunt, wiggling on it until the huge, horrendous hunk of meat slowly slid all the way into her hot cunt.
She felt marvelous with that meat in her. She moved up and down on it slowly, feeling the mass of meat fill her snatch. It was terrific! Her body quivered, her cunt tingled, her nerves throbbed.
She bounced herself on the huge cock, milking it with her tight cunt. She squeezed it, trying to crush it between her cunt lips. It sent throbs of joy through her body. This was fucking! She went up and down, hard and fast now, feeling the excitement building up tremendously in her stuffed cunt.
It was beautiful, it was stupendous!
She would never forget this! Suddenly her orgasm started, giant waves of pleasure sweeping through her entire being. She squeezed her thighs tightly, feeling her muscles pulling on his cock, making it jump inside her. He still hadn't come, but she had. And that was the important thing.
She rested for a few moments, catching her breath.
Her cunt felt sore from the rapid fucking. She got up and stood over him.
Then she got a great idea.
She peed on his pecker and his balls!
Bull stared at her in amazement as the warm golden stream flowed over him. He thought it was fiendishly exciting.
The whole episode made him feel terrific. He had enjoyed the masochistic treatment, getting his knocks from Lisa. He had no idea that she had this streak in her. But it had been fun. And it had turned him on, as well as her.
Well, it would now be his turn!
"Okay. You've done your thing, honey." His voice was silky. "Now untie me."
She looked at him lying on the floor, his cock wet and bruised and still swollen with lust.
"How do I know you're to be trusted?"
"C'mon, untie me. You had your fun. It's my turn."
"What will you do?"
"Nothing much. But we have to play the game again. It wouldn't be much fun if you had the belt all to yourself!"
"Are you going to hurt me? Because I don't want to be hurt."
"C'mon, it's just a game. Untie me. Are you going to leave me like this all night?"
She felt a bit timid about untying him, wondering if he would avenge himself now by being brutal to her. She didn't go for brutality much. However, if it was to be just a game, she wouldn't mind it.
She leaned forward and untied him.
He grinned. He went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.
Then he took a drink and gave her one.
"How'd you like it?"
"It was fun. I never did anything like it."
"It's going to be more fun for me," he told her, grabbing her savagely and tying her hands together.
"I got you now!" He grinned at her. "You little slut. You had me for a while, but now I've got you."
He slapped the belt against his hand and grinned maliciously. The joy of power was upon him now. This was what he needed to stop feeling like a worm. He could reverse himself now. From the worm to Mr. Wonderful!
He grabbed her and turned her over on the bed so that her beautiful curvy white ass stuck up.
He brought the belt down over her white rump with three hard, noisy slaps.
She yelped! "What was that for?"
"For being a cunt," he sneered.
It was wonderful, the joy it gave Bull to pummel her ass. "Another for nothing" he said, and rapped her white rump again.
There were four red marks on her butt.
He looked down at his cock. It was huge and swollen. Punishing her got him even harder than being punished!
He grabbed her face and brought it to his cock.
"Suck!" he commanded.
She opened her mouth and closed it around his thick meat.
He watched her. Then the belt whistled through the air, the sound filling the room.
"Suck! I mean suck, don't just hold it in your mouth. Suck as if you wanted that cream down your throat in the next ten seconds!"
And he whistled the belt over her head threateningly.
She began to suck hard, violently, as if his cock was the most delicious lollypop in the world. He looked at her mouth pulling at his cock, noticed the way it stuffed her cheeks, listened to the sounds she made.
His cock was jumping. It was a terrific deal.
She made long, sucking movements. She tried to get him deep into her throat. She wiggled her head from side to side to sharpen his sensations.
Bull felt the rising tension, and knew he would blast-off shortly. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, pushed her down, and sat on her face.
His voice was commanding. "Get your tongue up my ass, kid, and ream me."
And just to let her know what would happen if she didn't deliver, he flicked the belt sharply over her thighs.
She jumped. Then she put her tongue against his asshole and started to lick.
He swung the belt in the air, making it whistle, and she got her tongue into his asshole and worked it fiercely. She caressed the nerves of his anus with her tongue. She snuggled it in as deeply as she could.
It gave him a big buzz. It sent him up the hot stick.
He bent over her big, luscious tits and sucked at a nipple. He bit it, gently, then harder. Her tongue worked at a frenzied pace.
He grinned, sitting on her and looking down at her luscious body. What a figure she had! The way her hips curved so sensually, and the way her plump mound presented her sweet cunt. And the shapely white-skinned legs. She was quite a dish, Bull thought.
He leaned back and concentrated on the movements of her tongue in his crack. Beautiful!
Then he turned her over and told her to crouch, on hands and knees. Lustfully, he gazed at her ass.
He whacked it once, and told her not to move from that position or he'd give her another.
He got his cock up against her rosebud, between the cheeks of her ass. She had a tiny asshole. She would really appreciate his big fat cock deep inside it, he thought grimly.
He wiggled his cock into the aperture. It was tight, terrifically tight. All the better to fuck, he thought gleefully.
"Don't. It hurts. You're too big," she whimpered.
"Shut up, bitch. You're getting all of it!"
And he pushed his big, swollen cock in. The poor girl twisted, trying to move her ass away from the great club as it relentlessly forced its way into her.
"Ohhhh" she sobbed.
"Shut up, bitch," he cursed, grabbing her buttocks and pushing ahead, his teeth gritting, his cock moving ruthlessly into the snug, tight, wonderful warmth of her asshole!
It was terrific. The tightness, the crushing tightness of her tail. She whimpered and groaned and moaned, but she dared not yell. She wanted to yell blue murder, but was too frightened of the belt. And yet, in spite of the pain, there was also a measure of pleasure in it for Lisa. She began to like the feel of his massive meat plunging into her butt like a giant club. It filled her, glutted her, rubbed against the nerves of her ass, and while it was agony, it was also rapture!
Especially when he finally slid in all the way, and then began to pump it up and down, in and out, his movements making her feel the ultimate in pain and pleasure at the same time!
Now, each time he shoved his monster meat into her, her ass rose to meet his thrust. In and out he went with a steady rhythm, pounding at her as if he wanted to shove it through her. She moaned with ever-mounting pleasure at the impact of his big club.
She lay crushed against the bed, feeling his hands fiercely gripping her buttocks as he pumped his meat into her tight ass. It was bliss, it was pain, and it went on and on, his movements becoming more and more violent as his excitement sharpened.
Then, with a sudden fierce movement, he thrust his enormously swollen cock deep into her as it went off, and thick cream poured into her ass in one spasm after another.
Her orgasm was gigantic, waves and waves of bliss pouring through her as the hot juice slammed into her rump!
She writhed her ass against his cock, milking it of its juices, until he finally slumped, drained.
They stayed that way for a while, his cock softening in her hot ass.
Then he pulled it out and stood up.
He pulled her with him to the bathroom and sat her in the tub. And then he began the golden shower, peeing on her breasts, and her belly, and her cunt, and her face.
And she was turned-on! She found pleasure in the warm liquid as it sprayed over her. A fiendish, primitive pleasure.
She looked up at him lovingly.
She had some fierce, exciting feelings about Bull, she realized.