Chapter 9
Candice sat upstairs in the plush boudoir, feeling bored. Below her, the Gala Opening raged with all its fury. The Opening was a smashing success. But she didn't feel satisfied. She was lonely. She had spent the entire night making sure that everyone else enjoyed themselves and after everyone was taken care of, she had come upstairs. It wasn't until she sat down on the soft satin sheets of the luxurious bed that she had started feeling down. Maybe she should go downstairs and see if there was anything that need to be done ...
Suddenly there was slight sound as the door was pushed ajar. Who could it be? Senator Hughes pushed open the door and walked in. He looked quite drunk. He tottered over to the bed and sat down. She grabbed his head and kissed him. "This is all your doing, Senator. Without you I'd still be pushing papers around in some dreary office. I really want to thank you. What you've done has meant a lot to me." She placed an arm around his shoulders and placed her head on his arm.
Senator Hughes felt a rush of affection for the sweet warm thing. It made the joy of his news all the greater. "Candice," he began, "I think I have something which shows how much you have meant to me. Do you know who I had lunch with today? Citizen Chang of the People's Republic of China. We sat together today at lunch and spoke to each other like two human beings. We got a lot done today, Candice. I think that Chang is finally beginning to understand our position ... and we are beginning to understand his. And it's all thanks to you, Candice." He kissed her head.
"Senator," said Candice, "I didn't do anything special for Chang."
"That's just it," explained the Senator, "or at least what Chang said was important. He said that you were the first American woman that had treated him like a man, and not like some mysterious sex-machine from a far-off land. He said that you were concerned for his pleasure as well as your own. He said that it touched him deeply and that he wished me to convey it to you. I'm just giving you his own words. His morality forbade him to come here. It seems that he's against ... er ... paying for it, if you'll excuse the expression. At any rate, he's sent a gift for you. He says he hopes that it gives you as much pleasure as you have given him."
The Senator clapped his hands sharply together and two bronze giants stepped into the room. They were Orientals, both over six feet tall. They looked as though they had spent their entire lives lifting huge rocks. Candice could not have stretched both of her long hands over their massive biceps. Their thigh muscles stood out on their legs like bound rope. And the bulge in their briefs was beyond belief also. Their oiled bodies shone in the soft light of the boudoir.
The brutes stepped forward. Their loin cloths were pulled tightly around them and with each step they took, their massive haunches rippled with the strength of their loins. Each of them wore their hair long, but like their bodies, it too was heavily oiled, and pulled back in a pigtail. Each of them sported a long, silky mustache. They strode to the center of the room and stood, facing Candice.
"They are wrestlers," said the Senator. "They will fight over you and the winner will get you. You are the prize, Candice."
He clapped his hands together again and strode from the room. The wrestlers began to circle each other, their muscles glistening. They moved their arms in groping motions, looking for an opportunity to strike.
Candice suddenly yelled out. "Take off your loin cloths, boys. I want to watch some real action!" She motioned for the wrestlers to strip. They understood her charade and both unfastened their loin cloths and let them drop to the ground. Two huge pricks emerged from their covering. Candice felt her eyes riveted to the enormous cocks. With grunts, the two wrestlers faced each other again, now completely nude. Their cocks hung before them like bullwhips. The first wrestler lunged and got his arm across the back of the neck of the second. He pushed downward with all his strength, trying to take full advantage of his early windfall. The strain showed on the face of the second wrestler's face as his head was shoved down between his shoulders. Sweat rolled off of his forehead. His neck muscles stood out as he tried desperately to maintain an airway. Suddenly, his whole body seemed to contract and then expand with vicious force. The first wrestler went tumbling off him, flying across the room and onto the couch. The delicate antique was crushed flat by his flying weight. Immediately, he was back on his feet and charging the other wrestler, his head down like a bull. He tried to ram his head into the other's stomach, but the second wrestler thwarted him with an upward thrust of his arms. Then, while the charging first wrestler was still off balance, the other gave him a tremendous kick in the groin. He sank to his knees, clutching madly at his intestines. The second wrestler moved in for the kill, aiming another powerful kick at the kneeling man's head. But the first wrestler grabbed hold of his foot with an incredible cat-like movement, before it could strike. They stood there for a second, like puppets whose strings have been cut. The tenseness of their huge muscles relayed the awful struggle to Candice. She had not thought of what was happening before this instant. This was too much, she decided. She would try to get out.
While the two wrestlers locked in their combat strained for the upper hand, Candice slid off the bed and made for the door. She was halfway there when she heard a tremendous shout and saw a huge bulk of flesh heading right towards her. She leaped out of the way, just as the flesh mass crashed into her vanity table, crushing it flat. The first wrestler had summoned up a tremendous reserve of strength and had hurled the second wrestler across the room. Then he leaped on the supine form, blocking the doorway. Candice thought that she would try the window, but they were on the third floor, and there was only a half inch molding around the steep roof. She was trapped.
The two mammoth wrestlers fought each other savagely. Candice watched them battle with fascination. Which one would win? she thought. She studying the huge cocks of the wrestlers. Wrestler one's cock looked longer than wrestler two, and Candice began to wonder if she wanted a long cock or a fat one. Her pussy began to yearn for either of them.
The first wrestler seemed to be having the upper hand. He had one arm snaked around the second wrestler's neck and was squeezing him as hard as he could. His other hand held the second wrestler's arm pinned upwards behind him in a half-nelson. He squeezed the arm too. Rivulets of sweat ran down the second wrestler's temples. His one free arm was useless, too far away on the free side of his body. He swung it crazily in the air trying to clutch at anything. There was nothing within his reach, however. Slowly, inexorably, the first wrestler was squeezing the life out of the second. Desperate and almost out of breath, the stricken man thrust his hand into the tangle of flesh one more time to try and get a handhold. His fingers groped around something soft. He had, inadvertently, grabbed the first wrestler's cock and was yanking at it with all his might. The cock seemed to stretch to an enormous length while the first wrestler bellowed in agony. He felt as if his cock might snap off at any second. He increased his pressure of the second wrestler's neck and arm until the second wrestler too, screamed at the top of his lungs.
Candice watched the savage fury in front of her. Her fingers, with a mind of their own, snaked across her belly to her moist cunt. There, they sank deeply into the folds of hot flesh. Her clit popped from the protective folds. She rubbed her clit frantically, her own frenzied moans mixing with the agonized cries of the wrestlers.
Suddenly, the second wrestler broke free of the first wrestler's death hold. He had not, however, let go of his cock. He yanked at the first wrestler's cock with all his might, and the first wrestler screamed and lunged forward. With a graceful move, the second wrestler drove his knee deep into the groin of the first. The first wrestler screamed in agony, clutched at his groin and stretched cock and ran whimpering from the room. The' second wrestler bellowed and beat his chest with his fists. He scanned the room, his head pumping wildly from his sudden victory. He spied Candice in the corner, her finger buried deep in her own dripping twat. His eyes snaked down her long, voluptuous body with burning desire. Then, with another bellow, he started for her.
Candice did not stop rubbing her clit for an instant. Her swollen cunt dripped pussy juice all over her hand. The wrestler grabbed her and lifted her high over his head, swinging her through the air and laughing maniacally. He strode over to the bed, holding her high over his head. Then he threw her down onto the satin sheet.
Candice crouched in the center of the bed, breathing hard. She looked at the huge man standing over her and her stomach filled with butterflies. She could see the rage and lust on his amber, sweat-streaked face. And she watched with fascination as he tensed and loosened his massive muscles in anticipation. Then, he leaped into bed beside her and grabbed her quivering body. Candice felt herself go limp. The wrestler threw her down on the bed and wrenched her legs apart. Towering in between her thighs with a mammoth hard-on, she saw the wrestler. He seemed like a monster. Perhaps this was all a bad dream ...
The force of the wrestler's massive prick tearing her pussy walls apart convinced her it was real. She screamed and tried to spread her legs far enough apart to accommodate his huge cock, but her legs were spread as far as they would go. It seemed as though her body were being torn in two. Again and again the huge wrestler pounded his cock into Candice while she writhed on the bed. Suddenly she felt her pussy walls relax and the pain of a moment before was replaced by unendurable pleasure. Her pussy frothed hot cunt juice.
The wrestler was swinging his hips wildly about, almost throwing Candice off the bed with each rotation. She gripped the sheets and tried to hold herself down. The massive strokes of the wrestler seemed as though they would drive her through the bed. She held on for dear life throughout the incredible pounding. Each time the wrestler plunged into her, she felt the cream coat her pussy. She could feel each part of his cock as it passed by her tender pussy walls. She felt as though her cunt were on fire.
The wrestler enjoyed banging the lithe girl. The girls he was used to were all Amazon types, peasant girls from the North of China. Candice's sleek, long body was a novelty for him. He licked his lips at Candice's round, soft hips melting into a fine blonde pussy. And her feet were a delight to him. Small feet were almost non-existent in his country nowadays. In olden times small feet were the mark of an aristocratic woman. He felt no softness toward her, however. He was taught to fuck hard and viciously. Usually he would be straining to hold down a strong, young wench who was almost as strong as he was, and twice as vicious.
Candice's words floated to his ears like music, calming him. "Oh, Lover," she moaned, "Fuck me just like that. Ooooo, that's it, Lover, yeah, baby, that's perfect." Candice got the wrestler down to a manageable pace and then relaxed herself. The two of them lay there. The wrestler's huge cock seemed to fill Candice's cunt at every moment. She knew that it was moving in and out, however, as the hot waves of its movement sent sensitive fires all along her dripping pussy walls. They dripped with cunt juice. Her mouth watered, as well as her cunt, at the great mass of flesh that seemed like one big cock. She could feel the wrestler's massive prick glide up against her inner organs. It seemed to fill up her whole body.
He felt his cock swell tremendously as it steadily filled with spunk. His balls poured his sperm out into the shaft of his massive prick. It seemed to stretch the pink, dripping pussy folds of Candice's cunt with its size alone. Candice lay back, almost dreaming, groping at the air over her head. Her cunt juice bubbled from her pussy lips onto the satin sheets. The wrestler's come was still building in his cock. Candice moaned and writhed underneath his huge body, her long legs scarcely able to wrap themselves around it. She kneaded his ass cheeks with her feet. The sensation of her dainty feet on his hard, muscled haunches drove the wrestler mad. He stepped up the pace until he was humping furiously. He rammed his mammoth cock into her, pulled it out, and rammed it in again, full-force.
Candice felt as though her body were being torn apart. Her pussy swam in hot wads of her come. Her pussy walls stretched with the pounding of the wrestler's massive organ, she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Orgasms shook her body like shotgun blasts. She tried to raise the top of her body, but the wrestler's large hands held her down by the shoulders. Her body pinned, the wrestler rammed Candice, thrusting his huge prick so deep within her that it seemed as if she could taste it. The maddening odor of cunt and cock hung about the room like a haze.
Candice remembered "The Dragon's Mouth." She wondered how the huge man would react to it. Summoning all her concentration, Candice began the rippling of her pussy walls that had driven so many men mad. The wrestler felt the thousand hot pricks of Candice's pussy walls as she rippled his cock. All along the long shaft, driving him insane, Candice's pussy tightened and loosened. The wrestler moved into high gear, fucking her furiously. He pulled his cock all the way out, and then rammed it back in with all of his power. Candice moaned and shrieked, fighting for control over her cunt. With the wrestler's hot cock pounding her, it was almost impossible. Somehow she managed to keep her wits. As the huge wrestler thrust into her, she rippled her pussy muscles as tightly as she could. The face of the wrestler became red and crunched. With a bellow, his eyes almost bulged out of his head and from his prick shot a tremendous wad of spunk. It shot from his cockhead like a firehose. He continued to pound her, loosing stream after stream of hot, sticky sperm. He came outside of her pussy, also, and shot his cream all over her tits. Candice reached down for one of her big titties and raised it to her mouth. As the wrestler still came in her cunt, she licked the come off of her own tit. Her lips played with her nipples and the sensations of that and the wrestler's last few thrusts tore her in a tremendous climax. She rolled about wildly, hot pussy juice running from her twat.
With a tremendous groan, the wrestler was finished. His cock shrunk rapidly, and Candice could feel his massive muscles turn to jelly. He slumped on the bed next to her and lay his big head down beside hers. Candice regarded the big man. He's almost like a baby, she thought, the way he lies there. Strange man. One minute he's fighting the battle of his life, the next he's raping me, and the next he's sleeping like a baby. She kissed the sleeping giant on the cheek and rose from the bed.
Her legs felt a little wobbly and weak and she supported herself on the bed post as she crept silently around the edge of the bed. Her pussy dripped all sorts of liquids. The wrestler's come still stained her legs and tits. She wandered out into the hall and plunked herself down on one of the satin divans that were out in the hall. In a moment she was asleep.
In the foyer, Heather and the editor were still at it. In the fury of their passion, neither of them noticed the dark figure looming outside the window.
"Baby, you're the greatest!" exclaimed the editor, having shot his wad for the fourth time that night.
"I'm only this way when I'm with someone that I like," she purred, licking the sweat from his chest. She settled down comfortably on him, her pussy sated by the furious fucking and sucking, and closed her eyes. He felt the girl's warm, gorgeous body melt with his.
Outside, not knowing that it was his own editor, Grouse was furiously snapping pictures. I'll fix them, he thought. As he thought of what his expose would do to Candice and countless others, his mind formed the image of the day in Senator Hughes' office, when the three of them forced him to eat shit. His stomach turned at the thought. Even for Grouse, it was a revolting experience. I'll fix that bitch, he thought, his mouth curling into a vicious sneer. I'll fix that cunt good! He turned his attention back to the sleeping forms, raising his camera to his eyes.
Candice awoke to the singing of birds. The first dawn light crept past the lace curtains spreading the shadow of the windows onto the plush carpet. Her back felt stiff from having been curled up on the divan all night. She rose and stretched, then decided that she would make an inspection of the house. Everywhere she walked, she encountered nude sleeping bodies. Many of the guests had left already, and a few stood at the door. Layla was with them, showing the bleary-looking men out. Good old Layla, thought Candice. Always on the ball.
The pretty Polynesian girl heard Candice approach, looked at her, and smiled. "You look like you had a workout, dearie," she said. "Mario's still here. Why don't you go into the kitchen and have him make you some breakfast. A good breakfast'll make you feel like a million dollars."
Candice smiled weakly at Layla. Food was the last thing on her mind. Her stomach still felt like jelly from the furious fucking that the Chinese wrestler had given her. She thought of Chang, and Senator Hughes and the congressman and all of the other fine men that she had met in the last few months. The thought of them made her feel a little better. She decided to have a cup of coffee. Walking into the kitchen she looked at Mario. The buoyant Italian looked fresh and cheery despite the fact that he had been up all night catering to the whims of fifty parting guests. In the past twenty hours he had cooked up everything, from roast leg of lamb for the early diners, to raw eggs, milk and Tabasco sauce for the morning after. Still, Miss Candy's was a fine place, he thought. Good food, good wages and the prettiest girls this side of Rome. He stood at the grill, flipping eggs and whistling "Come Back to Sorrento".
"Mario," said Candice, "I need a cup of coffee."
Mario took stock of the rumpled Candice. Shaking his head in a paternal fashion he muttered, "Stunad. You need you rest. You go back upstairs and ! have somebody bring you breakfast to you."
"Mario," Candice pleaded. "I just couldn't eat anything right now. I'll just have a cup of coffee and take it out into the living room.
Mario looked at her sternly and waved his spatula at her. "If you no eat nothing then you get sick. We need you nice and strong so that we all still have a job. Now you do what Mario say. I've been up all night too. Do I look like a wreck like you? That's because I know to take care of myself. Now you go upstairs and wait."
Candice could not argue with Mario. He did look strong and awake, despite his years. Candice shook her head and walked out of the room. Of course, she thought, if they had let the wrestler loose on Mario, he might not look so good. She thought of the huge wrestler sleeping in her bed. If he awoke horny and.,. no, she decided, she wouldn't chance it. She decided to try the second floor. Most of the rooms were locked but at the end of the hall she found one open and went in.
The room was a light yellow, and the cheery color made her feel happy as she climbed into the luxurious bed. She lay her head back on the satin pillowcases and closed her eyes. Before she could fall asleep, the door opened and Richard came in, carrying a breakfast tray. He looked fresh and awake.
"Mornin', Boss," he said cheerily. "Mario told me that you wanted breakfast. Didn't sound right to me, I know I wouldn't be hungry, but I wanted to see you anyway to congratulate you. The Opening was a fantastic success. I drove one of the limousines for Van. You should have heard the men talk. They'd never had a better time in their whole lives."
Candice breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the tray she suddenly realized that she was hungry. Richard set the tray in front of her and sat on the edge of the bed. Mario had sent up bacon and eggs, with fresh-baked rolls. There was a fruit cup, and, of course, steaming cups of delicious coffee. She ate every last bit.
"Well," said Richard, when she had finished, "I guess old Mario was right. That food brought some color back into your cheeks." He rose and lifted the tray from her lap. "Well, Boss, I guess you want to sleep for a while so I'll leave you alone."
Candice looked at him. "Richard," she said, "come over here in the bed."
Richard spun on his heels and walked back to the bed. "With my clothes on or off, Boss?" he asked, grinning.
"Don't you have any manners at all, Richard?" Candice teased him. "Do you get into a strange lady's bed with your clothes on?"
He was naked in a minute and slid beside her warm body. Candice was naked too, and they lay there, looking at each other's bodies. "Richard, you were a great help to me last night," she said tenderly. She reached across and touched his cheek. "I couldn't have made it without you and all the others. I want to give you a special reward for working so hard."
She reached across and stroked his cock. "You have such a beautiful, big cock," she said breathlessly. "Whenever I think of your cock my pussy starts to water. You don't even have to touch me to make me come. All you have to do is show me your big prick. I get so turned on just by looking at it."
Her words inflamed him. He felt his cock begin to stir and rise. Suddenly, the satin sheets stood straight up, as if they were covering the mast of a ship. He looked deeply into her green eyes and kissed her hungrily. Candice laughed and rolled on her back, pulling Richard on top of her. He rolled onto her warm soft body. He felt her nipples hard beneath his chest. Reaching out one hand he stroked the insides of her sleek thighs. Moving steadily upward he let his hand brush against her cunt lips. They were wet and hot, the swollen lips begging his hand to touch them. He moved his hand closer and closer to her twat, until he was rubbing her luscious pussy lips. Candice's twat poured forth cunt juice under his fingers. He moved gently, separating the moist, inner folds. His fingers brushed against her clit, growing hard like a rubber nipple. He rolled it between his fingers as the scent of her twat tickled his nose.
Candice spread her legs wide apart and threw back the sheets. Richard glanced down at his hand buried deep in her moist pink pussy. He moved his fingers slightly and moved his ring finger up her hole while his forefinger still massaged her clit. He felt her cunt tighten up on his hand. The warm juices lubricated, his fingers as they drove in deeper and deeper. Candice moved her own hand down-to Richard's massive hard-on. Her hand felt so small next to it, so defenseless. She couldn't fit her fingers all the way around it. She closed her fist on the head. It pulsated beneath her squeeze. She could feel the hot blood coursing through it as it grew hard as iron beneath her grasp. She moved her hand slowly up and down. Richard moaned as Candice played with his prick. The hot cunt was driving him mad again. He couldn't wait to plunge his blood-gorged cock in to the hilt.
Suddenly, the musky odor of cunt entered his nostrils and he bent down, as if following a seductive finger. Her legs spread wide apart, Candice's pussy lips glistened in front of his face. He bent clown and buried his face in the dripping twat. Sucking at the outer folds with his lips, his tongue found her clit, still hard from his frigging of a few moments before. He rolled his tongue over it and Candice shot her legs straight up into the air. "Oh, Richard, I love when you suck me ... yes, yes, right there, ... suck my clit, suck it!" she screamed as the come ran from her cunt in torrents.
Richard pushed his face deeper into the moist, dark folds. He held the swollen outer lips in his mouth and the cunt juice poured into his mouth. He tasted the saltsweet liquid all over his tongue. His mouth watering at the hot wetness of Candice's dripping slit he drove his tongue deeper and deeper into her folds. She threw her legs onto his shoulders, flailing her feet above her head ferociously. Richard put all of his weight on her twat and pushed in as deeply as he could. He couldn't breathe, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was suck the moist, hot folds of flesh that shivered around his face.
Candice threw her head back and she felt herself coming as she had never come before. Perhaps it was the Chinese wrestler's cock that had paved the way for Richard's maddening tongue. Her hot hole seemed incredibly huge. Richard could almost sink his whole face into it. She moaned and churned, wads of hot come dripping from around his buried face. Deep in her cunt, Richard's face inhaled deeply of the maddening odor of cunt. He tasted her cunt juice and lapped it up as fast as he could.
Wave on wave of incredible pleasure wracked Candice's body as she came again and again. Richard jerked his face out of her suddenly. On his face was a mad look of desire. He straightened and lined his cock up with her steaming slit. In a second he was thrust deep within the creaming twat. His huge cock was on fire. He pumped as fast as he could, his massive cock stretching the walls of her pussy as he pulled out and then drove in again, a second later. As her pussy walls stretched with the force of him, Candice felt her clit being rubbed from all directions. Hot shoots of fire ran through her thighs. She wrapped her legs firmly around Richard's sides and pulled herself up to him. She circled her hips like a madwoman, rubbing her delicious cunt cream all over his agonized tool.
"Oh, Richard," she screamed, "fill me up with your come. Shoot off inside me, Richard. I want to feel your come dripping out of me."
Richard's brain thundered at her voice. Reaching behind her with one of his arms he stuck it between her spread legs. He felt her legs, covered with her come and scooped some of it up onto his finger. He reached past her hairy twat to her steaming bumhole. He worked his finger around its puckered edge, lubricating it with her hot come. He felt heat rise from the tender flesh. He plunged his finger deeply in, turning it slightly as it slid. Richard's fingers were quite long and broad and Candice stiffened as she felt it slide into her sensitive asshole. He began to thrust it in and out, filling Candice with incredible sensations. All the time he was plugging away at her cunt with his huge prick.
Candice opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into Richard's ear. He shuddered as the wet, slurping tongue slid into him. His shoulders stiffened slightly, as if to hunch them away. But Candice stuck to his head like glue, filling his ear with saliva. Richard tossed back his head, his body buzzing with sensations. Candice's wet tongue was still firmly in his ear and her hot cunt was milking the come from his balls. His cock felt huge. Its huge head threatened to explode any moment from hot come. He held onto himself and plunged deeper and deeper into her. He tilted his head and took one of her taut, red nipples in his mouth. He took it between his teeth and tweaked it. Candice moaned and started biting his neck and shoulders.
He felt the come rise from his shaft into his head completely now, further stretching his incredibly huge cock. His hot come bubbled up to the surface, and shot out with a tremendous stream. Candice felt her cunt walls bathed with hot come, burning her. She let out a stream of cunt juice herself, her orgasms making her jerk in her bed.
Beth and the congressman awoke in each others arms. The room was dark and musty and filled with the smells of the food that still covered the long oak table.
The congressman looked down to the sleeping angelic face of his beautiful young niece. Beth lay, with his arm around her shoulder, her face in the crook, against his chest. He listened to her even breathing. Her eyes fluttered open and she awoke. She looked at him strangely, as if he was some kind of puzzle to her. Then her face softened and she reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. "Good morning, Uncle," she said, stretching. She raised herself on her two arms and the congressman let his eyes sweep down to her two, pert young titties, their nipples still perked from her sleeping fantasies. He wondered if they were about him.
Beth wiped the sleep dust from her eyes. She looked lazily around the room, letting her eyes sweep every nook and cranny of the banquet hall. Finally her eyes swept the length of the room and met his. Without a word, she reached out one of her delicate hands and stroked his cock.
"You have a beautiful cock," she said. She stroked the warm meat, feeling every inch of its length. Then she took the pink head in her hand and gently squeezed it. "Can this be for me ... for ... breakfast, Uncle!" She giggled at her own joke. He nodded, delighted. She bent her head down over his crotch. He could feel the silky hair brush his thighs. He reached out to her head and guided her head down on his crotch. The hand that held his prick moved further down the shaft, as her luscious lips took his cock between them. She sucked at him, feeling the prick pulse with blood and begin to grow in her mouth. She licked at it from every angle, savoring the warm meat.
The congressman looked down and saw his young niece's head bobbing up and down on his fast growing organ. He watched her suck slowly on the head and then pass two inches of shaft into her mouth. Her mouth was open at the jaws as far as it would go, her lips sucked him closely as his agonized prick moved in and out of her body. He placed his hands on the sides of her head, rustling her hair. Then, tightening his grip, he held her head in place and gave a sharp, upward motion of his pelvis. His action drove two more inches of cock into Beth's hungry mouth, forcing the cock head against her tender throat. She gagged on its pulsating head. Then, opening her mouth even wider and shifting her alignment to allow the cock access, she expertly let the huge organ slide down her throat. She learned to breathe with the strokes, gulping air each time the huge cock head cleared her airway, and then holding her breath while it plunged deeply inward again. Beth shifted her body so that her cunt was in view of the congressman. He looked at the luscious red cuntlips, dripping with pussy juice. Bending his head forward he took a swipe at the steaming slit with his tongue. He got his tongue well covered in pussy juice and then drew it back into his mouth. Her cunt tasted wonderful.
Even as his young niece was blowing him, the congressman raised himself on one arm and thrust his head deeply into her steaming twat. Beth moaned and turned back to her cocksucking with renewed frenzy. Both of them were frantic now, sucking and licking each other's genitals thoroughly. As each would feel a rush of pleasure from the ministrations of the other, they would pass back the pleasure by licking or sucking a little harder. It became sort of a contest, to see who could make the other feel better.
The congressman felt the come rise into his cock and he knew that he would shoot his wad in a minute if Beth kept, up her expert cocksucking. She showed no signs of slowing either. Her head raised up high with each stroke, she gobbled at his penis with hungry delight. He watched her head bob up and down on him, her mouth tight against his cockshaft. Beth worked at her uncle's cock as hard as she could. She paid special attention to his cockhead, squeezing her mouth tightly against it as it passed her mouth. The cockhead pulsed with a savage rhythm, and she could feel the come filling it, stretching it taut.
The congressman suddenly grabbed her head and pulled it up by the hair. She came gasping up, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes wild with desire. As he looked into her face, he felt the rage that poured through her hungry loins. He lay back down on his back, his cock straight-up in front of him. Beth climbed onto him so that her pussy lips lightly brushed his agonized member. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her pink slit. Then, with a little cry, she rocked forward, and then roughly backward, impaling herself on the pulsating cock with one deft movement. The congressman's cock slid deep into her creaming pussy. Beth moaned with desire as her uncle's cock spread her cunt walls apart. She moved quickly up and down on him, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her creaming pussy. She dripped pussy juice all over. His cock bulged painfully, filling dramatically with steaming spunk.
Beth's pussy was on fire. Each time the congressman's cock spread her hot folds apart, her clit rubbed against those folds. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her cunt. There she felt the million pinpricks of her orgasm begin and grow dramatically. The pinpricks moved up and down the walls of her cunt, causing her incredible sensations. As she sank deeper and deeper into her own ecstasy, she suddenly heard the agonized moans of her uncle. His cock felt like it was being messaged by a tiny, thousand-fingered beast. He felt the skin of his prick burn with delicious sensation. Beth had inadvertently learned the technique of pussy manipulation of which Candice was a master.
The congressman moaned and thrashed wildly about beneath her. His come had now completely filled his cock shaft and head. His cock bulged painfully, waiting for the moment of relief when it could shoot its load. As Beth hurled herself up and down on his maddened rod, absorbed in her own sensations, his cockhead opened and let loose a stream of hot jism. He felt himself grow limp as stream after stream of come shot from his prick.
Heather's legs were wrapped tightly around the editor's ass as she rode him like a stallion. He was glad that he was not expected back to the office until late afternoon, so that he could spend the morning with this luscious beauty. Heather threw back her long neck and shook her black mane from side to side. She was really enjoying the company of the urbane, articulate older man. She had had several chances to escape him during the night while he slept, but she had lain faithfully beside him, letting him sleep for a few hours and then waking him up with a tongue-bath. Each time he had fallen asleep, he had expected to wake up alone with his fine beauty off gallivanting herself in front of another hard cock. Each time he had opened his eyes he had been surprised to find her still there, down at his crotch, sucking his cock yet another time.
Heather ran her long, sleek thighs against the editor's haunches. She could feel his cock deep inside her, filling her cunt with pussy juice. She writhed her hips in opposite time to his movements, grinding his cock more deeply into her. Her pussy gave way before the power of his thrusts, creaming repeatedly. Her hot cunt folds pressed tightly against his hot meat. He drove into her with more force, and she raised her legs high above his head to accommodate him. This caused her pussy to press more tightly together, milking his cock. He lunged forward so that his cock slid against her budding clit as it entered her. Her moans echoed through the high-ceilinged foyer. Then her already tight cunt went into spasms, squeezing the come from him. He felt his thighs open and shoot forth a hot load of jism. Heather came herself, a moment later, with shuddering gasps.
They lay there for a few moments and then Heather raised her head. "You know," she said, "I like you. I really do."
The editor looked taken aback. "I like you, too," was all he could manage. This didn't satisfy her. She loosed herself from under him and turned him on his back. Leaning over him, she tenderly began to lick the come from his balls. When she had him completely cleaned off, she gently kissed his prick. She looked up at him. "You know," she began, "a lot of people would look down on me because I'm a whore. There's something about the word that makes them think of something dirty, or sinful. Well, I just want you to know that I've enjoyed the last night with you more than I've ever enjoyed any night with any man that I've ever known, business or pleasure." She sighed and wrapped her arms around his hips, laying her head down on his prick.
The editor didn't know what to say. This girl ... this, Heather. This beauty was telling him that she enjoyed his manhood. She didn't have to say it. Heather was paid whether she enjoyed herself or not. And she didn't say it just because she wanted to make him feel good. Not with the way that she had looked into his eyes, not with those loving eyes. It would have made the editor feel good to have any girl tell him that she enjoyed him. But that Heather was a high-class whore, well, that made it extra special. Heather must've been with thousands of men in her life. Ail kinds. All kinds of sex, all kinds of men. And she had enjoyed him the best. He sighed and looked down at her. Her full mane covered his lap, and she lay with her head on his cock, breathing slowly. He reached down and touched her hair. He let the silky strands fall through his hands. Gently he took her head and lifted her face toward him.
"Heather," he began. "Heather, Heather, Heather. You've made me feel so good tonight." He kissed her.
"You don't have to say that just to be nice." she said.
"I'm not," he replied, "Heather, I've made and broken a thousand men in my career. When I express my opinion about something, the repercussions are felt all across the nation. I'm not a man who says something that he doesn't mean. Somewhere inside me, there is still a boy. You showed me that last night. In my world of starched shirts and conferences and dog-eat-dog, there's still that boy. You've given me a great gift, showing me that side of me. I thought that it was long dead. You've made me feel like a human being again."
Heather looked at him tenderly and he kissed her, "What's more I want to make a proposal to you. You told me last night that you went to college. English major, I believe you said. Well, it's not that far from English to journalism. I want you to come and work for me. But, I realize that you'd be foolish to leave all this security for a low-paying job like a cub-reporter. So, I'll tell you what I'll do. You come and work for me and I'll get you an apartment, rent-free, of course. Then you can decide what you want to do. The apartment is luxurious. It's a duplex in Georgetown, with a fireplace in each of the bedrooms and one in the study, Completely furnished, of course. What do you say?"
Heather eyed him suspiciously. "And would I be alone in this apartment?" she asked coyly.
The editor laughed. "Of course not!" he shouted. "It's my apartment!" His laughter entered the foyer and echoed throughout the house, coinciding with Grouse's entry through the front door.