Chapter 8
The phone rang. Thelma groaned and got up tiredly to answer it, leaving me to gasp like a fish on the beach. Her juices were all over my face, I was saturated in her cunt and my cunt had merged with her mouth before that shrill bell cut in. "Yes," she said curtly. She listened for a minute and held the receiver up. "It's that guy Briggs, that senator. You want to speak to him?
Tell him I'll call him back," I said. I didn't want to think about Briggs' proposition. I wanted to make love with my black, beautiful, avaricious maid! She put the phone down and came back into my arms, to kiss me on the mouth so that the flavors of our cunts mixed in our mouths. She lay flat on top of me and her belly pushed into mine as though she had A cock and was limbering up to fuck me. It didn't matter that there was a gap between her legs. She moved her pubic bone in between my legs and the gnashing, insistent pushing was more than enough to get me off. I clung to her big buns and squeezed them, or rested my palms on them to feel the deep quivers running through them each time she moved. Thelma worked her hands in between my ass and the bedspread and held my buttocks as she continued to fuck me with her cunt.
"You like this, huh?" she said suddenly, her eyes boring into mine. "Tell me the truth now, have you been thinking about us doing this for some time?"
"Off and on," I said, running my hands down her back. "Why, have you?"
"I don't normally swing this way." She rolled away from me and lit cigarette for us both. "But the last few weeks have been very lonely for me, and I started looking you over and watching the things you do to yourself, and I thought it'd be fun to try it. And baby, it has been fun!" She chuckled heartily and shook her head. "Oh yeah! I was scared at first, that's why I was giving you a hard time. People always say women who like women are strange, you know? But I think they're just normal."
"My sentiments exactly," I said. The smoke felt good as it curled down my throat. Lying next to her was sex in itself. Her soft, sagging breasts inclined toward her armpits, the black nipples still erect from our passionate session, her belly was flat and her pelvic bones were covered in muscle that held her flanks in tightly and caused her buns to blossom so fully at the back. Her thighs were strong, too, rippling with muscle each time she moved, and the light that shone on them gave them the sensual luster of fine, soft leather. Yes, it no longer mattered who I went to bed with. Man or woman, they both appealed to the sexual me. As long as they knew how to interpret my body and play my erogenous chords, they could make me happy. And whoever demanded least from me, had me.
Harry had blown it for himself by demanding too much and giving too little toward the end of our journey. If he'd been a bit smarter it could have been him lying next to me instead of Thelma. And I wouldn't have married Ted. Did I regret marrying him? I tried to think of alternatives and came up with the conclusion that no man could have suited me as well as Ted did. He asked nothing of me except that I stay away from other men. He was too naive to even think of forbidding me to see other women. No, as long as I kept other men at arm's length he was content to adore me from his personal distance. Compared to Harry Ted was the ideal man. Poor Harry....
We were passing through New York when he began to talk about setting up house together. He had a degree in business or some dreary thing, and he said he was ready to cut his hair and moustache to get a straight job that would pay enough money so we could have kids and a house in the country. In his fantasy he had me doing dishes, baking organic bread, having natural childbirth, and that made me see that he really didn't understand who I was. I didn't want to slave! And I didn't want pain, either.
I went along with him to the nation's capital if only because there was nothing else to do. We had used the credit cards to the very limit of our daring, and then we had dumped them in the Potomac River. In our wake was a trail of hotel bills, clothing bills, restaurant bills, enough to wreck a middle-income worker's budget for life. And when we arrived in Washington we were beautifully dressed, sporting the latest in luggage and cameras, looking for all the world like opulent tourists. With the last of our cash we took a cab to Harry's father's house, and during that ride I began to plot my next move. It was very clear that I would have to leave Harry before he had me fitted for a gingham apron, and I figured the senator might have some spare cash to get me back home. I had started to miss my family and my home. I wanted to be secure and left to my own devices for a while, I was tired of travelling and hustling. But one look at Senator Briggs and I knew I'd be staying awhile in Washington.
He was a tall, handsome man with greying temples, the kind who gets elected because he looks so much like a senator. And in one glance he had the situation sized up. He knew what I knew, and we both knew what Harry didn't know: that he was about to be ousted in a squeeze play. The senator's wife was present but only in a decorative sense. I soon learned that she had her own room and spent most of her time out on errands of charity. "The menopausal pastime" as the senator called it. She was very well-groomed, not a hair nor a word out of place, and I could tell by her bland demeanor that she didn't even think in terms of rivals or swingers anymore.
The preliminaries passed into dinner, and after dinner, when the senator and his son discussed the boy's future, I sat in an easy chair with a glass of sherry in my hand, staring into an open fire. I was waiting for the senator to clear the obstacles away from between us. He began as soon as it was time for bed. "Er ... son, you understand that you and your friend can't sleep in the same room, don't you? Your mother would be very upset."
"Oh sure, Dad, I understand," said Harry.
"And let's not have any sneaking about the house late at night, either. She sleeps very lightly these days." Harry gave his father his solemn word that he wouldn't try to get into my bed that night, and when that had been settled the senator bade us both goodnight, and disappeared into his den to catch up on some work. Harry and I talked for awhile, but when he started to get romantic I said it was high time we got to bed. He showed me to the guest room. I wasn't surprised to find it was downstairs, while his room and his mother's were upstairs. So, when he left me, I didn't jump straight under the covers. No, I took a long and leisurely bath, rubbed my body all over with fragrant lotion, and did my hair so I would look stunning when the senator made his entrance.
I sat on the big bed and waited. The TV was on but I wasn't watching. The hands of the clock moved by slowly. Midnight. Half past. One o'clock! I couldn't believe it! How could he keep me waiting so long? My body ached for him, I wanted him to come into the room smelling of after-shave, smooth, calm, in control, I wanted him to conquer me utterly, to leave me in ruins and then to disappear again. He could do it, I knew he could! And he wouldn't extort declarations of love from me afterward either.
By half-past-one I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes for a minute. I didn't bother to switch off the light or the TV because soon the sena tor would enter. In spite of my desires I fell into a deep sleep, and when I did wake up it was pitch-dark in the room.
I sat bolt-upright and tried to penetrate the darkness by opening my eyes wide. I wasn't alone, that I was sure of. The faint sound of breathing was audible even when I stopped breathing. But who? Something touched my leg and moved up along my inner thigh. For a horrible moment I thought it might be a small animal. But it was smooth and warm and it touched me in a way that no animal could. Then who was it? "Harry?" I said. "Is that your
"No," came the muffled reply. I recognized the voice. The senator had arrived at last. With a sigh I lay back and closed my eyes again. I was still very sleepy so I let him have his way with me until I had awakened up fully. He kissed his way along my inner thighs and stroked my legs all over but whenever he came too near my pussy he backed off and started all over again. I loved the way he kneaded my flesh and ran his soft lips along it, and the warm feelings he created made me want to shuffle forward and plant my cunt right in his face. But I was too drowsy, too dopey and I let him work me up and tease me to his heart's content.
Under the blankets and in the dark the senator made love to me the way I had dreamed it would happen one day. I didn't have to do anything but be there, I couldn't see anything and I couldn't tell from one second to the next what he would do to me. My cunt was so exposed, so open to him, all he had to do was extend a finger and it would be inside me. Yet he didn't touch it! My hips were beginning to wriggle impatiently. Any moment now! The senator kissed his easy Way up my thigh again and stopped so close to my cunt that I could almost feel him. That did it. I moved forward but he moved back and kissed his way down to my ankle, to my foot, and took to sucking my toes.
No one had ever done that to me! What was I supposed to feel? I lay still and wondered about that-until the first subtle sensations crept up my leg. This wasn't bad! He had his lips around my big toe and he was virtually blowing it, working his tongue around it, sucking at it, just what I'd do to his cock if only he would bring it to my face. He took his sweet time over my feet, and all those delicious sensations were arriving in my belly and being stored there until they formed a shimmering ball of explosive frustration.
He had a heart. His lips moved along my inner thigh like a snail but this time he didn't stop short of my cunt. He brushed along it, wet and promising, only to keep right on going to the navel! Oh God what had I done to deserve this! His tongue darted in and out, arousing patches of my skin, and all that arousal fed into that big, growing ball in the pit of my stomach. Even his fingers contributed to the infernal plot. They played my nerves like so many overwrought guitar strings, caressing my breasts and nipples, outlining my lips and one finger even moved into my mouth to make me reflexively suck on it. There was a storm going on inside me and I wanted to beg him to penetrate me-finger, tongue, cock, it didn't matter which!
He turned me over and began to caress and kiss my back and ass, still working at his steady imperturbable pace, and as crazy as he drove me I had to admit I loved it. Every nerve, every fibre, in my body was bristling and on fire. I hadn't been this alive for weeks! My nipples were achingly erect, my clitoris buzzed as though it had been stung by a bee, I was sopping wet and my mind was in a shambles. And when he kissed his way to my ass and Jet his tongue drag down the split between my cheeks all the way to my asshole, I thought of surrendering unconditionally. He could have me for life if only he would put me out of this exquisite agony!
His tongue reached my asshole and began to run around its tiny perimeter like a berserk creature. Only half an inch further down my cunt hole gaped wide open and secreted a ceaseless flow of nectar, didn't he want that? His hands dug into the cheeks of my ass and pulled them slowly apart. Oh no! I couldn't take much more of this! I rested my face on my arms and bit into the pillow, determined not to be the first to cry out. Yes, oh Jesus Christ, yes, that felt good. The tip of his tongue was inside my ass now and he was enjoying the musky, cheesy taste of me for his own reasons. Any man who liked me that much had to be worth suffering for. I let him eat my ass for as long as he wanted to even though my body demanded action and a lot of it! The ultimatum was clear: if the senator didn't live up to all the promises he had made so far, my body would die.
He rolled me over again and spread my legs into a reclining split. I could make out his form in the darkness now, and saw him hunching over my midsection like a vulture about to pounce. Deep in my belly orgasms began to roll out of the pack like so many little marbles, but that had no effect on the bulk of my frustration. He came closer, closer, closer to my cunt, his breath was hot against my over-sensitive flesh and then the tip of his tongue finally touched down right on my clitoris. How he found it in the dark was a mystery to me, but I was grateful that his aim was so good. A climax swept through me at once, strong and delicious, but I hid it so he wouldn't stop for a break. The tip of his tongue moved round and round the clitoris, exploring the rest of my inner flesh at the same time, and wherever he touched he caused more ecstasy than I'd had in a good long time. He seized my labia between finger and thumb, and squeezed them as he pulled them far apart. Now my cunt was open as though a bomb had gone off inside it, and when his mouth came in contact with it again it touched every erogenous zone in there at the one time.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYEEEEEEII" I cried and sighed, unable to hold it back any longer. "OH SENATOR, THE THINGS YOU DO TO MEEEEEEEEEE! I" I moved my hips so that my cunt chafed into his face and covered it with all the juice that had accumulated during the long, sweltering minutes of foreplay. He sipped the nectar up greedily and worked my pussy over with his mouth for more. For the first time since he had awakened me, I felt his cock against me. It rested against my calf and although it was hard to get an accurate idea of its size, it seemed more than enough for my requirements. I moved my leg so that my foot could get at his stiffness, and yes, it was big enough. I figured a good eight inches awaited me, and that made me so impatient that even his cunt sucking paled a little. "FFFFFUCK ME!" I hissed. "COME ON SENATOR, FUCK ME! don't MAKE ME WAIT ANY MORE!!"
"Wait for it, my beauty," he said, and with that he shoved two fingers into my yawning cunt. That was almost as good as the real thing! I arched back and experienced the full delight of his penetration. He moved his fingers in and out Just like a real cock, and it wasn't hard to pretend that he was really fucking me. But he fingered me for a purpose. When he had them good and wet he reached up to my mouth and said, "Lick them clear, Donna, suck my fingers like they were two cocks."
"Sure!" I seized his hand and began to lick them all over. His fingers were covered with my cunt juice and I was pleased to taste how sapid it was, how spicy, just what a man of the world like him would like. Now the rest of his body moved up and that magnificent rod was parked at the entrance to my cunt. I sucked his fingers with an unforged ardor, licking them all about, pursing my lips about the tips and then sinking down until they were down my throat, moving my face from side to side and all around, doing him until he groaned with pleasure.
"That's talent," he said, "but now I want you to he back and rest awhile."
I'm not tired," I protested. He didn't answer. His body moved around and now his feet were level with my head and his head was level with my feet. When I felt his lips on my toes I wanted to protest some more. We had been through that already! Why would he repeat himself? Did he have a purpose for this, too? Yes, he wanted to test me, to see if I could use my initiative. Well that was something I had plenty of. I took his feet and started to lick and suck his toes in such a way that I made his earlier efforts look like those of a beginner. I knew how to treat a cock and that gave me a head start when it came to toes. I did him so well that he let out another groan, and then he began to move back. I moved into him, aware that our genitals were moving closer and closer together-but then they passed, and a little later I found his cock staring me in the face. What a delightful surprise! I seized on the big, throbbing member at once, and he, with equal zeal, buried his face into my muff and ate me very noisily.
We reveled in each other's sexuality, delighted by the enthusiasm that one showed, as much as by the other. It flattered me deeply to think that this handsome, distinguished man of the world would find me attractive enough to turn on such a superb display of lovemaking; and I paid him back by blowing him until his cream ran out of his cock and filled my mouth with joy. Since he was a little older than the men I was used to, I expected it would take him a little while to recover. But he didn't move away and I didn't mind sucking his cock whether it was limp or hard, so we kept right on going. He went down drastically and stayed that way for a while, giving me the pleasure of suckling a soft and very manageable little dick. And when I felt the blood pulsing back into him, I was all the more pleased because it was all my own work My tongue, my lips, my teeth, coordinated perfectly to resurrect his cock, licking and mauling and nibbling in all the right places; and whenever I could, I kissed his balls and took them inside along with his cock. But that only worked while he was flaccid. As soon as his cock grew again the balls had to go to make room for expansion.
And as we bided our time, his tongue had provided my pussy with a good substitute. He kept my cunt wide open so his tongue could plunge in and lick at my innards, and that kept my temperature very high. That ball of unrequited lust remained solid in my belly but chunks kept breaking loose and then my whole body would quiver blissfully in ecstasy and relief. But when he moved around and lay on top of me, and when his cock bumped into my pussy, that ball developed running cracks and I knew it wouldn't be long before he'd dissipate my frustrations for good.
His big dick slipped into me and we were off and running. I locked him into place with all my limbs and clung to him like a rider hanging off his galloping horse, urging him on, giving myself to him, banging up at him so that his dick would pierce me to the heart, and gasping in a strangled, high-pitched tone right into his ear. I came until I couldn't come any more, I came until that big ball had been washed away by wave after wave of passion, I came until I just wanted to go to sleep in his arms, and still he wouldn't stop. Before I knew it he had turned me over and kneeled behind me, opening up my ass to penetrate me a-new. I couldn't protest, I didn't know if it mattered. He went ahead and shoved his oily dick into me anyway. I was so loose that there was only minimal resistance back there, and I was so numb that I hardly knew he was there for most of the time. He wanted to fuck, I wanted to rest, but I was happy for him just the same.
When he finally came the second time I was already half-asleep. He pulled out and left me after arranging the covers over my nakedness. I slept tremendously well that night and didn't wake until close to noon. When I did come to, the whole orgiastic duet seemed like one of my better dreams. But one look at the dried sperm on my thighs convinced me that it had really happened. Harry came into the room when he heard me moving around and he was eager to get started. But I told him it was time for a bath, and for him not to risk upsetting his mother. He was very easy to handle in his own home, I found.
At the lunch table I sat opposite the senator, he looked normal enough but when no one was watching he threw me a big wink that set my pulses racing all over again. God, what a sexy man he was! Immaculately dressed and groomed, on his way to making important decisions that would affect the whole country, and with his credentials as a lover firmly established, he looked more than ever like the ideal man to me. But what would become of us? Would he let me move on along with his son? Or did he have a plan in mind? I didn't have to wait long for the answer to my questions.
"Harry, I've been thinking about your decision to go into business," said the senator, "and frankly I think it's a splendid idea. But I think you should go back to school and get a Master's before you commit yourself to any one position."
"Well yes, I guess that's a good idea." said Harry dubiously.
"I can write to the dean at Berkeley and ask him to re-admit you, it shouldn't be difficult to persuade him; and if you knuckle down and study for a year or two I can assure you that a career will be waiting for you. '
"True, true," said Harry, and he looked at me as if to say: what do you think? I kept my face blank, waiting for the punch line.
"Now I realize you're not eager to be separated from Donna, and I can understand that. However, your mother wouldn't approve of the two of you living together. And I don't think you could support her either, while you're attending school. So I've decided to give Donna a job on my staff. That way we can keep an eye on her for you and you can concentrate fully on your studies. What do you think of that, you two lovebirds?" He pronounced the last phrase with just a hint of irony. Harry fell for it without a moment's hesitation and I expressed cautious approval
"Thanks a lot, Dad! Wow, that really is big of you!" The arrangements were made that very day, and a week later Harry left for school. I had been staying with him and his family for the whole time, helping out around the house, trying to keep Harry at bay, but on the last night I had to get off with him, if only as a matter of form. I found him boring, silly, and inept now that I had been with a real lover, and it took a lot out of me to pretend to come. When we waved goodbye at the airport I heaved a sigh of relief and turned to the senator to show me the way to my future.
"I must have your answer," said the senator. I could hear his irritation, and even though he was on the other end of the line I knew how his brow was wrinkled and that his left foot tapped impatiently. "Listen, Donna, we've always had a good time. I still don't know why you left that job but I guess you had your reasons. The point is, baby doll, I'm horny for you and I don't have much time left here. So tell me your answer now and please make it yes."
"Mmmmmmmm," I said, looking over at Thelma's naked, sleeping body. The afternoon light gave her dark skin a sensual luster and since she was lying on her belly her cheeks stuck up like two rotund balloons, so sensual that she made my mouth water. Why should I leave her for him? For that matter, why should I break my word to Ted for Briggsy's sake? I just didn't see what I had to gain by it. "No, I don't think so, senator, it's tempting but I'll have to turn your offer down."
"But why!" His irritation had given way to anger. "Listen, Donna, I did a lot for you in your day! You had the sweetest job in all of Washington! You made more money than women with Ph. D.'s and you did less than a judge! Now I don't expect gratitude but I do want some consideration."
"I thought about it, didn't I?" I ran my hand along Thelma's back, slowly moving into the dip of the small of her back, and then rising with her billowing buns. She stirred and smiled drowsily at me. "I thought about it all day and I've decided against it."
"You must have something else going for you, then," said the senator. "I know that limp husband of yours can't keep you satisfied, not a hot bitch like you."
"Let's not get personal," I said vaguely. Her skin felt so good to me, like slick velvet, and when my fingers reached the top of her buns they moved into the tight cleft to squeeze her solid, resilient flesh. "In any case, the answer is no. Goodbye, Briggsy." I put the phone down and rolled over to lie right next to Thelma. She placed her arms about me and drew me in, ever-closer so she could kiss me with her full lips. Our bodies met front-on, pressing in softly so that our tits squashed into each other and our bellies met. I kept caressing the full curves of her ass and she kept on kissing me passionately, and I felt happier every minute I spent with her.
The job involved looking beautiful, going to spas to keep my fieure in trim, shopping for fine clothes, and being at Briggsy's beck-and-call. For this I was paid twenty-thousand dollars annually. I moved into a small apartment in Georgetown and every morning I drove to work in a small sporty car, went into the office set aside for me, and did my nails until it was time to go to the health spa or the hairdresser. After lunch my day actually began. That's when Briggsy, and the other senators who had had a few too many martinis for lunch, were horny as billy goats. The many months I spent working in the nation capital went by smoothly and routinely. Now and then Briggsy would ask me to do a special job for a visiting dignitary with kinky tastes, but usually he would loan me out only to his best friends.
Actually the first time he did that I was shocked! I had accepted the job knowing that I would be his courtesan, so to speak, but his personal courtesan, not a pussy-on-legs! Until then I had been very happy. Even though the senator never quite equaled his performance of that first night, he took care of all my needs and then some. When he walked into my office with that bleary look in his eyes and liquor on his breath I knew I was in for it, and he would tell me what he wanted and for how long-because he was a busy man.
But then he came in one day with another man, about his age, not a bad-looking guy, and obviously as horny as Briggsy. "Donna, I want you to meet a very important fella," he said importantly. "This is the secretary treasurer of one of the biggest unions in the country. His name is George and I was telling him about you over lunch. Well, George here became very curious and he said he'd sure like to meet you in person."
"Hi, George," I said, shaking his hand.
"Hi, Donna." George looked at the senator and Briggs nodded, made an excuse and left us alone in the office. I noticed that he locked the door from the outside, something he only did when the audit department boys were snooping around. The door unlocked from the inside, too, so it wasn't that I was trapped. I just wondered why he wanted me to have so much privacy. "Well now, my girl." said George, taking off his jacket, "I guess you'll want to get to work." He grinned as though he had said something witty. My office contained a desk, typewriter, and papers just to make it look official, but the salient piece of furniture was the big day-bed. George went right over to it and pulled it out, smoothed the blankets and lay down on top of it. I turned the switch to my typewriter on, inserted a sheet of paper, and made a pretense of typing. "Hey, I don't mean that sort of work, girl. Come on over here and give your new pal a nice time!"
"But...." I looked at him and suddenly the pieces fell into place. The senator wanted me to fuck this guy! Well, why not? Twenty-thousand a year had to be worth an extra effort on my part. "Yes, sure." I went over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. "First I have to know what you like best, though."
"What do you mean?" He was a country boy, naive in spite of his fifty years, and when I suggested that there were other things to do than fuck in the missionary position he almost looked offended.
"You have to tell me what you think about when you make love," I said. "You know, when your erection isn't so hard anymore and you have to think of something to put the lead back into it." He paused for quite awhile before answering that one. "Come on, George, you don't have to be shy with me. I've done everything. I'm a city girl and I get paid to be good. Anything you want, just say it and I'll love it."
"A city girl, huh?" He grinned knowingly. "Well I'll tell you what, let's take off our clothes and I'll show you exactly what I have in mind." He was powerfully-built and his fingers were long and strong, just the kind I liked to have fingering my pussy. But that's not what he had in mind. When we were both naked he lay flat on his back and his half-hard cock lay back along his belly up to nearly his navel. "Go on, now, sit on it," he said hoarsely. "And spread your pussy lips a little so it fits in the groove nice and snug."
"Is that your favorite fantasy?" I asked as I settled down on top of him.
"Yes, in a way." He made some adjustments so that his thick cock pressed right into my valley and chafed along the clitoris with even the slightest move either of us made. "And I don't want you bothering me with your orgasm and your pleasure. I want mine this time, and that's all. Goddamn women harass their men too much. They expect them to be goddamn studs even when they get past their prime. That's the trouble with the goddamn world." His remarks weren't directed at me so much as at his wife back home, and so I didn't say anything. Then he addressed me again, "And don't start pulling face and making noise, I don't go for that shit. I just want you to get me off."
"Okay, that's fine with me. After all, that's what my job is all about," I said, and from that point on we both understood each other. I moved my cunt along his hard shaft, enjoying myself far more than I let on, and thinking I'd been let off easy. What I didn't know was how often this scene would be repeated. I was astride the prototype of customers, the man who was buckling under his sexual responsibilities and sought relief with a woman to whom he owed nothing. Had I seen it then, I might have quit a lot earlier than I did, but right then I could only think of what the senator would think if I disappointed his friend.
I rode him with nice, easy strokes. As my cunt got wetter the motion became smoother. George kept his eyes closed and his hands to himself, dreaming his own dreams, further away from his wife than from anyone. The slipperiness of my pussy turned to sloppiness as my juices seeped out in thick droplets, and I became eager for more than just a hard ridge of flesh. I wanted him to put it in me and I tried to think of some way to provoke him without angering him. Perhaps I could sneak it by him? My cunt valley was so wet that he probably wouldn't notice. I touched his cock and watched him closely for a reaction. Nothing. George was miles away. Quickly I lifted up on my haunches and pointed his knob at my cunt hole. It sank in easily, and I adjusted my position so that he wouldn't have my weight bearing down on the base of his cock. Assssshhh, that was better. Now to get him off.
He was breathing heavily and his hands were clenching and unclenching, his completion went from pink to purple, and suddenly he pushed me off and said, "Now lie on the floor, you slut, lie down and look up at me. By God, I might just smash your face in. Lie down! Open your mouth! That's the way. Look at you, you piece of filth! No wonder this country is going to the dogs. Equal distribution of wealth and beauty for this generation, that's the only way to solve our problems. You bitch! Keeping yourself for rich bastards like Briggs and his cronies. Well, take this on behalf of the working class!" He pumped at his dick, kneeling on the edge of the bed, and he kept it up until the sperm blurted out and dropped all over my face. "Smear it all over yourself!" He ordered, and I obliged him. "Lick your hands clean! For the workers!" I did that, too, but not because of the workers. I wanted to see how far he would go, and so I not only licked my fingers clean but I also looked terrified.
"Please sir, let me lick you clean, too," I begged. "I'm sorry for everything, I really am, let me lick you clean so you'll forgive me" His chest swelled up and a proud smile decorated his features. He lay back down and allowed me to come up on the bed so I could tongue his cock and balls till they gleamed And while I did that, I made all sorts of little obeisances for his sake, groveling for another erection. Briggs wouldn't be in for the rest of the day and sit ting in the office all by myself made me so lecherous. I had to make the best of this man while I had him.
Sure enough, my histrionics got him hard again. I asked him to humiliate me, to vindicate the lot of the workers by taking it out on my ass, and that's what he did. He fucked my asshole until it hurt, and then he stayed a little longer while I cleaned him again. The cupidity of men was bottomless, I decided. I could get anything I wanted from them just by acting up to them. See how neatly I had converted a mere jerk-off into a masterful lover!
And all those friends of Briggs who came in for hand jobs and blow jobs, who wanted merely to suck my toes or play sticky fingers, even the guy who wanted to fuck me with his big toe, I learned to convert all of them into lovers of one quality or another. Only the young men had spirit enough to tackle me on an equal level. They hadn't yet learned that a woman's sexual appetite far exceeds that of a battalion of men; they were the Samsons and the Don Quixotes and I loved them for it. But the older, wiser men didn't even want to cross swords with me. And while I understood their point, I didn't think it was superior to my own. So they tried to get off easy and I tried to get off hard without making them aware of it.
If nothing else, that broke the monotony. I saved as much money as I could but I had no plans to make. Going back to school or finding a real job were out of the question. I just didn't have the energy or the interest to contemplate those courses of action. So I lay about my apartment in the evening waiting for a call from the senator or I escorted him to important functions, and in the day I took care of my body and appearance, and read fat gothics.
I could have gone on that way for quite a few years if the senator had been more attentive to me. But the more of his friends he sent over to my office the less he showed himself. Without him my life lacked a stable center. I didn't have a boyfriend, so to speak. The men who came were fleeting figures, and even the repeaters didn't make much of an impression on me. It was Briggsy, my Briggsy, that I wanted. Each time we were alone together I hinted to him that it might be nice of him to divorce his wife and take me into his household, at least as a live-in concubine or. something. But Briggs would say that his son Harry was due home from school, or that his old parents were about to visit, always one excuse or another, and in the end I gave up talking about it. I still thought about it, though. Why wouldn't he let me into his life? Because I had fucked all his friends, and if he married me they'd all snigger behind his back, that was why.
I knew it but I couldn't accept it, not totally. If that was the case he would keep me only as long as I was young and attractive, and then-out! That's why I saved my money. Still, it was a dim prospect. On the weekends, when the Briggs family was out of town along with all the other bigwigs, I would wander among the tourists and think 'about the time when I would no longer have my Washington connection. I had a few good years left in me, and even if Briggs dumped me there were other politicians and civil servants who'd be happy to make an arrangement for me. After the cream had been dissipated, however, there was nothing left for me to do but start up a little business or get a job, and that was a revolting idea. Worse still, none of the eligible bachelors in Washington would take me seriously. Once a professional, always a professional. And they didn't want their friends laughing behind their backs either.
It was all very depressing. On my last day in the capital I was taking my usual constitutional around the town, unaware that soon my political, career would be over. I was very gloomy for all of the above reasons, and I was thinking seriously of going to New York and setting myself up as a call girl. I had enough money for a book, all I had to find was a girl willing to sell. If only Briggsy would appreciate me more, I thought despairingly. The Lincoln Memorial towered over me and Abe looked into my face as though he knew what I did for a living. A political floozy, that's what I was.
"Donna! Donna, is that really you!" A man came out of a crowd of tourists, struggling to get through, and at first I didn't know who it was. But then I recognized him.
Ted! What on earth are you doing here?"
"Oh, just visiting." He was out of breath but he straightened his tie and tried to look calm. "What a coincidence meeting you here! Where have you been all this time? You know your parents are worried sick about you. They want you to come home, Donna, they want you to know that all is forgiven. They've even forgiven me. Isn't that nice of them."
"Yes it is, Ted, but I have a good job here. I'm a secretary to a senator, and I can't just throw that away."
"Listen, I'm flying home tonight, my vacation is over, and I'd really like to take you back with me. What do you say, Donna, they'd be so happy to see you again. And I'd be happy to have you back, too." He blushed and that touched me deep down.
"Would you, Ted? I thought you'd have such a low opinion of me after what we went through."
"No, no, that was my fault, not yours. No, I'm the one who should apologize to you for seducing you in the first place. I had no right to do that, not without honorable intentions anyway."
"What do you mean?" I could hardly believe that he thought he had seduced me. That was like saying he had seduced a rabid nymphomaniac! But Ted was very serious and I realized that in his mind the whole episode had evolved into high romance.
"Well, if we had been engaged it might have been excusable. As it is, it's inexcusable."
"And if I travel back with you, what's to stop you from seducing me again?" I asked, teasing him.
"That is a problem," he agreed. "Donna, I have to tell you this. Ever since you left our town I've been heartbroken." People milled all around us, pushing and shoving to photograph the attractions, and then to move on to the next one. I stood near Ted and hung onto his coat sleeve so we wouldn't be separated, and listened to him in growing astonishment.
"There never was another girl for me. I dated your cousin only so I could be closer to you. I love you, Donna, and it's my life's ambition to marry you."
I was stunned. But in the back of my mind the calculations whirred faster than light. The print-out read: Ted, chartered accountant with a degree in law, expert on income tax and business mergers, materialistic and pragmatic. And he wasn't unattractive. Yes, what the hell, it was a good way out of the mess I was in. And I remembered also that night at Jim's place when I had wished for nothing more than to have a man like Ted, a good old boy to look after the nastier aspects of life while I took it nice and easy. "Then strive no more," I heard myself say. "I'd be happy to become your wife." It was worth my life to see his face when I said that.
On the same day we arranged to have my stuff moved, but not before I sifted though all of my possessions to get rid of incriminating evidence like inscribed bracelets and photos and steaming little notes. We were married a week later and on our honeymoon Ted made solid, respectable love to me.
"Come on, darling," I whispered, "we have to get up and straighten this place out before my husband gets home. I don't want to leave your arms but there's tomorrow, and the day after...."
"All the ones after that," said Thelma. She kissed me briefly and got off the bed to put her clothes on. But she took her time so I could admire her body a little longer, and as she dressed I sprawled out over the bed for her delectation. Even though we had made love passionately for hours, I could hardly wait for the next day when we would start all over again. I had it all planned: as soon as Ted left the house I would help Thelma with the washing up, and there in the kitchen we would bring each other to climax. And in the afternoon we would make it while soap operas played on the television, lying on the living room carpet with drinks by our side, whiling away the day in sheer ecstasy.
The bedroom was restored to normal, the vibrator and the hand shower were returned to their proper places, and I helped Thelma finish her household chores. When Ted drove into the garage the house was neat and clean, the food was in the oven, and there was a happy housewife waiting for him in the ' kitchen. Thelma was setting the table, the children came off the school bus, and the TV gave out the news. And somewhere in town, in a hotel room, Senator Briggs was sticking his cock into a local whore.
"That was a wonderful dinner, dear," said Ted, folding his hands over his stomach contentedly. "You must have put a little extra into the making, I think."
"You can thank Thelma for that," I said, and the black woman and I exchanged the most private of winks. "Tomorrow" our winks said, "and the day after...."