Chapter 4

At eight p.m. sharp, Candice Staunton stepped out of the cab that she had hired to take her to the pier. It was early evening, though off to the west the sky was still a little light. Being near water always calmed her, and as she looked at the line of pleasure craft, bobbing up and down with the incoming current, she felt, at once, strangely calm and very excited about the events that were about to take place.

She looked down the length of the dock and saw the Senator's yacht at once. It was brightly lit, Chinese lanterns hung the length of the lines. She could already hear voices laughing and talking, and for a second, she wondered if she was late. Glancing down at her watch, she felt re-assured. Lateness was another thing, Layla had warned her, that the Senator simply would not tolerate.

Candice walked down the length of the pier, watching the seagulls swirl overhead in the early evening mist. As she came near the Senator's boat, a fifty foot pleasure cruiser named The Lame Duck, she almost tripped on one of the wooden slats that comprised the pier. Richard, standing on deck, watching her, chuckled as he saw her stumble. "Now, landlubber!" he called out, good-naturedly. "Don't be nervous. You'll get your sea legs before the night is out!"

Candice moved carefully up the gangplank onto the opulent craft. She was wearing a pink denim jumpsuit and gum-soled sandals. She had hoped that she wouldn't appear too casual, but at the same time she didn't want to appear too gaudy in an evening dress. As she stepped onto the deck she could see that her choice had been perfect. Of the other ten-or-so girls on the craft, most were wearing jeans or pantsuits, and the rest of them, casual dresses. Richard, Candice noted, looked especially fine. He was wearing a navy blue double-breasted blazer, white slacks and a Captain's hat. Obviously, Richard was going to pilot the ship. She wondered about the men she would meet, and hoped they were all as fine as the Senator. The other guests were due to arrive in an hour. Candice was encouraged to eat and drink, and otherwise loosen herself up for the long night ahead.

By the time nine o'clock rolled around, all of the girls were quite drunk and eyeing each other. Each time Candice looked at Layla, her pussy dripped at the sight of the beautiful, petite, Polynesian girl. Layla wore a halter top that left nothing to the imagination. The top was actually just a loose swath across her nipples. The rest of her tits just hung out. The sight made Candice drool, and Richard from the upper deck also watched Layla with fascination. The attention and the alcohol turning her on, Layla's nipples were painfully erect and clearly prominent through the thin blouse of her almost non-existent halter. The other girls, however, were equally satisfying. Vanessa wore a white lace blouse, with nothing on underneath. Her large brown boobs and succulent nipples, as big as a man's thumb, could be clearly seen. Her hair was in a full afro style, framing her face like her cunthair framed her pussy. Heather, the perfect-bodied, brown-haired girl that Candice had met at her first lunch, looked especially delicious. She wore a tawny colored evening dress that hung on all of the curves of her fantastic body. Her nipples stood out too. Everyone anxiously awaited the arrival of nine o'clock and the guests.

All of the guests arrived before the Senator, and the boat just stayed in port while the guests, too, loosened themselves up. Richard stood all the time at the helm, waiting for the Senator to arrive. The guests were all over the ship now, eight male guests and ten of the Senator's girls. Candice was feeling a little dizzy from having drunk so much and wandered into the main bedroom to lie down. She lay there dozing for a few moments when she heard a noise and woke up. A man had come downstairs and was sitting on the bed next to her. Like the Senator, he was middle-aged but in fine shape. He held two drinks and gave one to Candice.

"I noticed you on deck," he said tersely. "You are a gorgeous woman."

Candice felt the familiar burning in her twat. The man had taken her drink away from her and was turning her on her back. He unzippered the front of Candice's jumpsuit and began to stroke her firm, tanned boobs. He felt Candice's nipples perk up beneath his fingers and he kneaded them mercilessly. Candice moaned beneath the pressure of his fingers. She tugged at the man's crotch, trying to undo his fly and bring out his cock, which bulged through his thin pants. The man unzipped Candice further and reached down to her already moist pussy. He reached in and pulled the lips of her cunt apart with his fingers and the delicious smell of pussy filled the air of the compartment. Candice's clit grew larger with his caresses and soon, like a miniature prick, it pushed out from the swollen folds of her dripping pussy. The man forced two, then three, fingers up Candice's moist hole. It blazed with heat, and the feeling of these fingers all the way up her hot pussy made her cream all over the bed, staining the covers. The man brushed his fingers down into a wad of her come, then swept them into his mouth. The sight of this was an incredible turn-on to Candice. She tore at the man's trousers with renewed frenzy, this time succeeding in getting his cock out. Almost jumping on it with her open mouth, she grabbed the man's huge organ in her hands and brought it within an inch of her full, sensuous lips. She puckered her lips and kissed the end of his dick, and then her little pink tongue began to give the man's prick a bath. She ran her slippery tongue all over the man's red hot meat, and he began to moan and writhe on the bed.

Then she moved down on his cock, taking the length of it into her mouth and throat and sucking it like a huge teat. The man felt the come in him rise, red hot through the layers of his body. Candice was now rubbing his balls and the base of his cock with her two hands and sucking the head of it in her mouth, saliva sluicing copiously around the sides. Then, tearing off her jumpsuit, she suddenly straddled the man and brought her pussy down on him. The man moaned and half sat up, grabbing Candice's succulent tits and crushing them on his mouth. Candice twisted on the man's prick, creaming and creaming again. She rocked back and forth, lifting her cunt all the way up so that her pussy lips were firmly wrapped around the head of his cock, and then firmly plunging down again. The man almost cried, the sensations were so great. Candice started her pussy muscle contractions, a little at a time. He felt the contractions as the inner walls of Candice's hot cunt tightened around each inch of his swollen member, moving up and down alternately. It was as if the whole inside of Candice's cunt was a tight, hot vibrator. There is nothing in the world as comfortable for a man as a moist dripping pussy for him to park his prick in, but of Candice this was especially true. His cock felt like it was going to burst. Suddenly the pressure stopped abruptly. "Don't stop!" he moaned. "Please don't stop!"

"What is your name?" panted Candice. "I won't have your wad dripping out of me if I don't even know who you are." As she said this, she again ran the delicious ripples across the maddened organ of the man.

"Congressman Blackwell from North Carolina," he said, his voice quivering. "There, I've told you. Now let's start fucking!" Candice had heard his name dropped around the office. He was almost always in total support of the Senator. Congressman Blackwell had, in fact, not been lured to the party by the girl's letters. He had been invited by Senator Hughes himself, over a lunch table that they had shared the week before. Candice, realizing that the congressman was on her side, squatted back down on him and began to wind her hips about. His cock buried itself deeper and deeper with each undulation of her hips. Candice came and came again. She tightened her pussy in her animal fashion and milked the congressman's cock raw. He rolled around underneath her, throwing his arms over his head and moaning. The action of Candice's cunt brought all of the come that had settled back into his balls up the shaft again. He felt the hot, rising jism fill the length of his cock and burn it's way to the tip. In a flash he shot his load into Candice, shooting again and again, each time the ripples of Candice's cunt tickled his bursting organ. Candice came, too, with a scream and both collapsed and lay unmoving.

They hardly heard Vanessa and a corpulent Southern businessman come almost falling down the stairs. One of Vanessa's mammoth black tits hung out of her white lace blouse, and her lipstick was smeared all over her face. The businessman too, looked disheveled. His shirt hung out of the back of his pants and his fly was open. Out of the fly hung the businessman's hard-on. Vanessa had one hand gripped on it and was using it like a rudder to steer the businessman over to the other of the two large beds. A moment later another of the girls came down with the Peruvian ambassador and a junior Senator. In a few moments the whole party came downstairs, and there was fucking going on wherever Candice looked. Everywhere she looked she saw huge, blood-filled cocks pounding in and out of the dripping pussies of luscious girls. The odor of the rut, of cock and cunt, was overwhelming. Soon she and the congressman were at it again. Their moans joined the cries and screams of the others in the room. Within seconds, Candice found herself on the floor, sucking on one man's cock while the other was humping her. It reminded her of the incident in the locker room and she went wild, her mouth sucking furiously on the swollen cock of the corpulent businessman, while her hips wildly fucked the Congressman. Just as she creamed, the businessman shot his wad into her mouth, and in a second another stiff boner joined the hot, sticky come that dripped from the corners of her lips.

Candice jumped from one cock to the next, feeling the hot flesh of so many pricks, time and time again. They pried the walls of her pussy apart and each time, deposited their steaming load. When Candice felt each man's cock fill with come she would use her special cunt tightening. She milked each man dry of come, while all around her the other girls sucked the men's asses and balls. Candice looked up to see Layla, in the corner, being pounded up the ass and cunt simultaneously. The girl's shrieks sounded hideous, but having made love to her before, Candice knew that they were shrieks of pleasure.

Heather, the stately brunette, was getting an even more intense treatment than either Candice or Layla. She had four men working on her. One man was positioned over her face and she sucked on his cock and balls. Another was lying on his back underneath her and was rubbing his huge cock between her tits. Still another was behind her and was frantically pushing his cock in and out of her swollen asshole. A fourth man lay beneath the third, sucking on her bloated clit and lapping up her cunt juice that flowed freely onto his face. Heather was barely able to breathe. Each time one cock left her body, another plunged in from a different directions. It was too much for her to take. She tried to writhe away, but the men held her fast. Her writhing only succeeded in making her twist in all directions, turning the men on even more. They were like animals now, their eyes blazing and their tongues hanging out. The sweat poured from Heather's body and made her magnificent shape seem to glisten. All of the others seemed to slow down to a mellow pace of fucking to watch the frantic show. Though frantically trying to get away, Heather had orgasm after orgasm. They all watched her body stiffen and relax, time after time. One by one the men roared and shot their loads into her, and in a minute she was covered from head to foot in steaming come.

Since the men were occupied with less than all of the woman, a trio of luscious secretaries sucked each other off in the comer, running their hands over one another and sucking the honey from each other's cunts. Two of the girls were petite blondes and the third was a statuesque redhead. The two blonde-haired girls stopped fucking each other with their fingers and tongues and turned their full attention on the redhead. They started by sucking on her feet, and then worked their way slowly up the white skin of the redhead's long and lean legs. They left hickeys wherever their mouths traveled, sucking on the unblemished skin of the redhead so hard that they burst the blood vessels underneath. When they reached the redhead's crotch, one of the girls stayed there, thrusting her tongue all the way up the redhead's creaming cunt. The other licked the cunt juice eagerly from her crimson cunny hair. The blonde-haired girls felt the maddening odor of the redhead's cunt curl up their nostrils. The first luscious blonde-haired secretary worked her way slowly up the belly of the redhead, licking every spot. The redhead swooned and felt dizzy. Her cunt creamed and creamed, a delight to the lower blonde, who hungrily lapped it up. The upper-blonde worked her way up to the redhead's tits and began to suck one and then the other. The redhead moaned and twisted beneath the blanket of blonde-hair. The lower blonde reached a hand up and teased the nipple of the redhead's other tit. Suddenly the redhead's body stiffened and arched up toward the ceiling. The girls kept frantically sucking her, riding her like a bucking bronc. Then the redhead let out a tremendous scream and lay still, the waves of her orgasm crashing over her. Within five minutes, the two petite imps were each sitting on a different cock.

For two hours the fucking and sucking didn't abate, One by one the contestants of the orgy fell asleep and the number of participants slowly dwindled. After a time, Candice and the congressman were the only two left fucking. Candice felt fantastic. She must have come a hundred times that night. She didn't feel at all sleepy, but incredibly at peace and tranquil. She and the congressman moved slowly in one another now, and they often exchanged smiles as they looked at the come-and sweat-covered bodies that, lay strewn about the room, Candice could tell that the Congressman was fading fast now, too, and she knew that after he had shot his load one last time, he would join the others in slumber. Candice did up the congressman's cock slowly and skillfully, teasing him each time almost to the point of coming and then easing off. The congressman drifted slowly toward sleep, the firm and sensuous pressure on his cockhead taking on dream-like dimensions. Then he shot his load and passed out beneath her, Candice felt real affection for the congressman. All during the orgy they had stayed together; when Candice was sucking another cock, he was in her cunt, or vice versa. She bent down and kissed him on the cheek and then rose and took his cock out of her.

She walked up the passageway into the fresh air. She suddenly felt weak as the rush of cool sea air hit her naked body. She had to hold onto the railing for support and did so as she climbed the flight of stairs to the helm. It wasn't until she reached the helm that she remembered that Richard was up there the whole time. She reached the top and climbed onto the steering area, Richard heard her climbing and when she reached the top he turned and said. "Having a good time, sweets? There's no problem is there?"

"Lord, no!" exclaimed Candice. "Everyone's downstairs sleeping like babies. I just needed some fresh air and I thought I'd come up and have a look-see. It must get lonely up here." Candice looked up and saw the rush of stars overhead, Even though they had never left the pier, the wide open water created a domed sky that was simply breathtaking."

"It sure does get lonely up here. Especially when you've got to listen to what's going on downstairs. I'll tell you, there wasn't just one time tonight that I thought of hanging it all up and going downstairs and grabbing me a piece of ass!"

Hearing men talk about sex always turned Candice on terribly. It seemed as though Richard's words were aimed straight at her cunt. As she heard Richard's deep voice talking about how he'd like to cram his cock up some pussy, she remembered what cock Richard was talking about.

"It can be arranged," she heard herself say. Then realizing the implications, she quickly added. "I mean, I'm sure if you had a talk with the Senator ... I know that he's a reasonable man,"

"Forget it." Richard said, dismissing her. "I already know what the Senator would do. He'd fire me on the spot if I ever came forward with a cockamamie scheme like that one. Nope. This job is important to me. I get enough pussy on the outside." Though Richard was trying to act nonchalant and uninterested, Candice could tell from his tone and from the bulge in his crotch that he was putting her on.

She stepped forward. "Richard," she purred. "Have you ever needed that one last drink of the evening. I mean like you know that you've had enough, but you won't be satisfied until you've had just one more,"

Candice kneeled down in front of Richard. "I've been fucked and sucked for the last six hours, Richard," she said. "I've had every pore in my body filled up with come. But I want a nightcap. I want your big cock, Richard and I want it now!"

Richard knew that her scheme was dangerous, even foolish. The Senator might show up any minute and he'd come straight up to the helm to get a full report. It was crazy, and yet, sometimes the Senator never showed up at all. Looking into the luminous cat-eyes and staring at the delicious naked body of Candice, begging him to fuck her, he felt his resistance dwindle. Candice sensed this and made the first move. Carefully she unbuckled his pants and pulled them down over his knees. Then she reached into his underpants with both hands and lifted out Richard's mammoth organ. The sheer size of the thing made Candice moisten her lips in anticipation. Her pussy, meanwhile, did some moistening of its own.

She covered as much of the prick as she could with her two hands and began to rhythmically slide her hands up and down the shaft of Richard's cock. It began to grow before her eyes to an unbelievable length. Maybe it was the salt air, or maybe the danger of the situation, but Richard sported an even more monstrous hard-on than he had on the earlier occasions. Candice could think of nothing but ramming herself on the huge prick. She knew that her cunt was tender from the night of hard fucking but the pain meant nothing to her. She wanted to worship this prick like a god. She bent her head down and took the massive head in her mouth. Richard moaned and leaned back. Candice pushed herself down on the prick even harder, forcing three more inches of it into her mouth, until it brushed the back of her throat. She moved her head up and down on it, faster and faster, and felt as though any minute it would come bursting through the back of her throat. Richard grabbed both sides of her head in his large hands and forced her head down even further. His prick did, in fact, push itself deeply into Candice's throat and she raised her head up and down, breathing between his powerful strokes. As she moved up and down she flicked her tongue over the vein behind the head of Richard's cock. This technique almost drove Richard to the point of madness. He rose from his seat and grabbed Candice by the shoulders. Candice was a large woman, but the well-muscled Richard had no trouble in lifting her like a baby. He held her over him while he positioned his throbbing member under her dripping pussy. Then with a tremendous cry he slammed her down onto him, impaling her on his huge organ. His cock shot up the length of Candice's insides at one shot. She screamed, half in pain and half in incredible pleasure, and she clawed at Richard's back, breathing steamy air into his ear, as she kissed him over and over again and urged him on.

Richard did not need urging. Again and again he lifted her off his bursting prick and then plunged her down again. Each time he did it, another wad of hot cream would come bubbling from Candice's pussy and slide down his member. Candice was a wild woman. She had been built up the entire night for this and there was nothing in her any longer. She scratched him and screamed, raking her fingernails again and again down the length of his flesh, making him feel as though he were on fire. Bright red traces of Candice's love scratches ran all over his skin. Candice's legs flailed in the air behind his back, the powerful odor of the rut mixed with the saltsweet scent, of Candice's pussy forcing them to fuck even faster. She was helping Richard now, using her arms to lift herself high and wrapping her long legs around his waist, while he brought her down and drove his maddening cock up her creaming slit. She felt herself thrill as every ounce of blood in her body seemed to flow up into her head. Her temples throbbed unbelievably. She knew Richard was ready too, for his pace had quickened. She could feel the urgency in the savage thrusts of his monstrous prick. She felt every muscle in her body tighten to its breaking point, and then came the flooding relief of her orgasm. She felt Richard's body grow incredibly stiff, also, and she was sure that he was about to shoot his load into her any second. But as she hung on to him in a swoon, waiting for his thunderous climax, she realized that his body remained stiff, as if he were standing at attention.

Suddenly she perceived the other person on the helm. For a second she thought with relief that maybe it was just one of the sleeping guests who had heard the noise and come up to the helm to join in. Turning, her worst fears were confirmed. Behind her, fuming silently, stood the well-dressed figure of Senator Hughes. She turned back and looked at Richard to try and get some idea of the seriousness of the situation. Richard was trembling, his face ashen-white.

"Richard," said the Senator, a low sound of danger in his voice, "come with me and see if the guests have all been properly taken care of. Then the two of us should talk. Miss Staunton," he continued coldly, "stay with the guests until they have all been pointed safely toward home. Then I want to see you. Be in my office by 10 a.m."

Candice watched the Senator and Richard leave the bridge together. She felt a great relief to watch them go although she knew that the relief was short-lived. In the morning she would have to pay the piper.

When the first dawn light crept over the horizon, the first of the guests woke up and began to leave. They all kissed her and told her that they had had a wonderful time, and that they must do it again. The congressman's parting was especially tender. As Candice and Layla walked up the pier toward their car, Candice told the Polynesian girl what had happened with her and Richard and the Senator. "You're in trouble all right!" admitted Layla.

Layla drove Candice home, where she showered and dressed and was back in the office at 9:45. She sat at her desk, idly shuffling papers around to make the time pass. All the time she kept her eyes on the clock. At a minute to ten she rose and left the secretary pool. All eyes were on her as she left, gossip traveling fast in such quarters. She passed down the corridor, reached the Senator's door, knocked and went in.

The Senator sat calmly behind his desk, doing some paperwork. He hardly looked up at her when she came in. "Miss Staunton," he began, "do you realize that you broke the strictest of all my rules last night? I had thought that you understood that you were to take orders only from me. I could trust Richard implicitly before you came here. Now I'm not so sure about him. Richard admitted to me about your escapades with him and Layla also. I've never had to deal with anyone like you before."

Candice's knees felt weak with fear and excitement. Behind her she heard the door open and close and she whirled to see that a huge black man had entered the room. "Candice, this is Jockomo. He's going to teach you a lesson," the Senator stated matter-of-factly. Then lifting up a bristling sheaf of papers, he abruptly left the room, leaving Candice alone with the mountain of black flesh. The huge Negro stared at Candice, licking his lips and breathing heavily. She could see the blood pump through his massive cock, as it pounded rhythmically against his leather breeches. The Negro had huge biceps, like tree trunks. He opened and closed his fists at the sides of his legs and ripples ran through the muscles on his arms. He stepped forward and reached for Candice, but she instinctively stepped back, Then he thrust the other arm out, cat-like and quick, and managed to get one of his massive hands onto Candice's shoulder.

He reached down to her neckline and with one swift motion tore the dress from her trembling body. Candice was petrified. She was riot wearing any underthings, and the Negro's action left her standing before him stark naked. With another quick thrust of his free arm., before Candice had a moment to react, the Negro had fastened his other hand firmly on the base of Candice's throat. She tried to wrench herself free, but like a choke-chain, the Negro held her fast in his grip. He gave her neck a slight squeeze and Candice could feel her eyes bulge in their sockets and her tongue fill her mouth. The mammoth Negro bent forward and crammed one of her perfect white tits into his cavernous mouth. She wanted to cry and scream. She wanted to run away. But, all of the time, she stood transfixed as the black man sucked at her tender boobs and ran his other hand all over her body. She felt shivers of delight join those of pain. Still, he kept the vise grip on her throat, threatening to strangle her if she did not perform his every wish, or if she did not act quickly enough. The Negro shoved one huge finger into Candice's cunt all the way to the hilt. All the time he was still savagely sucking her tits, straining the tender flesh through his clenched teeth. Candice's pussy juice sluiced all over the floor. The massive man was turning her on greatly, and if he had let go of her throat at this point, she would not have tried to escape, but only begged him to fuck her.

"Take out my big prick and suck me off!" came the rich baritone of the ravaging Negro. Candice did not have to be told twice. She reached down and undid the drawstrings that made up the fly of the Negro's pants. His huge black cock popped free. He had a tremendous erection, the head of his blood-gorged member pulsating all the time with frantic, primitive rhythm. Candice opened her mouth all the way but found that it hurt her jaws to open them wide enough to accommodate the member of the mammoth man. She tried and tried again, but all she could manage to get in her mouth was the huge head and three inches of the pulsating, blood-gorged shaft. Candice smelled the delicious odor of cock drift up her nostrils and tasted the familiar cock-taste tickle her tongue. She gave those four inches of his cock a wet, warm tongue bath, swishing her tongue around his cock. She literally ate him, savoring each inch of his hot, pounding prick. The Negro still had a hand around her throat, and as his cock passed out of her mouth with the end of each thrust, he would tighten the grip around her throat. Candice could scarcely breathe, but she was too afraid of the huge black man to do anything like complain. She was sure that if she incurred his wrath, he would break her pretty head off at the neck. And she was sure that if she screamed, that no one in the office would lift a finger to help her.

The Negro was in a frenzy now, pounding at her with his massive member with all his might. The saliva dripped from Candice's lips. Suddenly, he pushed her off him and over onto her back. With a savage cry the Negro jumped on her and rammed his crazed organ up Candice's dripping pussy to the hilt. The hot, wet pussy caressed the black man's cock, and he started to grind into her with savage thrusts. Candice creamed and creamed. Still, the black man held a firm grip on the lily-white throat of the moaning Candice. She felt his huge organ grow even larger within her. She felt the blood rise in her pussy walls until they screamed with pleasure, and her clit was fully erect now, pushing itself against the hot cock of the Negro with each of his maddened humps. She felt her own blood rise from her belly into her thunderous head. She threw back her head and screamed with ecstasy, all of her fear gone. This was her first black man, and now she knew all that had been said about their sexual prowess was true.

She moaned and writhed beneath the Negro. He had changed his rhythm now to a complex offbeat, swinging his hips in a circular motion and crashing his cock into her at the point of the swing. Candice responded by tightening the walls of her moist pussy until both she and the Negro lay on the floor bellowing at the top of their lungs. Their faces looked as though they were in excruciating pain, but it was actually unendurable pleasure. Candice and Jockomo were Hearing the orgasm of their lives. He lay on the floor between her legs, a mountain of a man, moaning unashamedly as his hot cock pounded mercilessly into the dripping pleasure hole of the screaming Candice. Her cunt actions were driving him wild, causing finger-like sensations to run along the entire length of his swollen member. He responded by grinding her even more furiously.

Suddenly, with a tremendous scream from them both, they crashed to the floor and came and came. They were hardly conscious. Candice felt herself swimming in a sea of come as again and again the powerful Jockomo shot his tremendous wad into her. It filled her cunt and leaked onto the carpeted floor. She reached her hand down into the mixture of cunt juice and jism that seeped between her legs. With a good wad on the tip of her finger, she reached up and thrust it in the ear of Jockomo and then proceeded to lick it out. Jockomo was bellowing like a horse, his sides straining with each breath. It was not his first taste of white pussy by any means, but it was certainly his best. He reached down into the mass of juices at their joined crotches and felt the hot stickiness of the mingled juices. He got a wad on his fingertips and smeared it across Candice's mouth. She gobbled at it hungrily, lapping every bit into her luscious warm mouth. Candice reached down for still another load of jism to have for breakfast, but as her hands swept passed Jockomo's massive thighs she felt that his tool was hard again and ready for another furious fucking. She gently removed his hand from her throat. "We won't need that this time around, will we?" she asked demurely, looking at him with her luminous cat-eyes.

Jockomo reared and slammed his hard-on into her again. Again he felt the pussy lips of Candice seem to have a mind of their own. They puckered as he passed through them, and felt as they were going to milk him dry at first thrust. Candice felt her body open to him again, his hot cock pounding delicious pleasure into her steaming pussy. Her pussy watered again and again as Jockomo pounded her. Then again, he stiffened and with a bellow, filled her hot slit full of his come.

At that moment the Senator walked back into the room and observed the scene before him. Jockomo, his most trusted and feared bodyguard, lay on the floor between Candice's outstretched gams like a dog who was waiting for someone to throw a pail of water on him. He was fascinated by the sight. If the girl could do this to Jockomo, then perhaps she had possibilities that he hadn't previously realized. He had expected to come in to find a petrified shivering girl who would gladly accept her walking papers. Now it looked like Jockomo was the one that needed a few day's rest.

"Thank you, Jockomo," he said thoughtfully. "And Miss Staunton, perhaps now we can have our talk."

Jockomo rose and put on his breeches and walked slowly, dizzily out of the room. Candice stood up, her body streaked with sweat and come. Her throat still showed faint red marks where Jockomo had held her in his iron grip. Still, she looked like a tigress who was ready to take on the Senator, too. The sight slightly unnerved him. He walked around his desk and sat in his leather chair, motioning for Candice to make herself comfortable in the large easy chair that stood in front of the desk. Candice still felt the effects of the orgasms. The room swirled around her and she found it hard to concentrate on the Senator. The Senator enjoyed the spectacle. Here was a beautiful naked girl, her come and a man's come still seeping from between her legs. Yet she did not close her eyes and throw her head back to enjoy the sensuality of the moment. She was fighting for control to hang on his every word, so that she could follow his orders explicitly. He once again marveled at the absolute power that he held over so many people. He wondered, as he had often, what it was about himself that made him so different, that made people so ready to serve him. He had had this power over people from as long as he could remember. He closed his eyes for a second and got a vision of a young Indian girl on the Montana plains. She had been his first fuck. He had met her at a soda shoppe in Missoula, where she was a freshman in college. He was uneducated and crude, just out of the army and looking for kicks.

He saw her sitting at the stool by the edge of the counter. Her long black hair hung in braids past the chair. Her slender fingers gripped the coke she was drinking, leaving fingerprints in the mist when she put it down. He hadn't said much to her, but what he had said was the right thing, evidently, for in five minutes they were in his car and speeding out to the solitude of the prairie. After about a half-hour he stopped the car and pulled it off to the shoulder. There were no other cars in sight. He slid over to her side of the wide seat and began talking to her. It was the first true demonstration of his power. For in a few moments, without his ever laying a hand on her, the lithe, black-haired beauty was shedding her clothes in anticipation. He kept talking to her, though she sat next to him stark naked. She had a long, muscular body, almost like an animal's. Her thighs were long and lean, and rippled when she moved them. Her breasts were full and rode high on her panting chest, and on the tips were the inviting brown coins of her nipples. To this day, the Senator could remember that first look at a woman's body.

He opened his eyes and looked at Candice. There were a lot of similarities between her and that Indian girl: Both were long and lean, and both had that familiar proud toss of the head that signified a woman of considerable charms.

As he remembered it, the moon had just begun to rise over the lonesome Montana prairie. Behind them, the lights of Missoula were still visible, casting a blueish haze on the open sky. Ahead there was nothing but darkness. Suddenly, the beautiful girl leapt from the car and began to run stark naked across the prairie. She looked like a deer, with her long brown legs covering ground quite quickly. The Senator had watched transfixed for a moment, and then sprung into action. He turned the car off the road in the direction of the running girl. Slamming the car into first, with a squeal of tires he sped onto the open prairie after his prey. The girl had fantastic speed and endurance and was close to a mile across the moon-swept blackness by the time the Senator began his chase. It did not take him long to find her in his headlights. Caught in the glare of the lights, her breasts bouncing and legs streaming dust, she reached into herself and began to run even faster. He was in hot pursuit. She began to do some fine crossfield running, causing him to almost lose control of the car several times. Her nimble feet avoided the prairie-dog holes and rises in the land, but he kept his eyes riveted to her.

Without warning the front tire entered a large depression. The car squealed and twisted. Metal screaming filled the still prairie air. He quickly tried to back the car out of the hole, but the big Buick floundered like a giant fish washed ashore. He stuck his head out of the driver's window and looked down. The front tire was at a crazy angle, the force of the plunge into the prairie hole sufficient to tear it off its axle. In a second he was out of the car and running after her at top speed. He could hear the girl's laughter, and the sound maddened him. He ran after her as fast as he could, but he didn't seem to be catching up. It was as if some force was holding him back. Instinctively, he tore at his clothes. The gaudy red cowboy shirt fluttered from his back. Somehow he felt pounds lighter. He ripped off the rest of his clothes and in a minute was completely naked, his clothes strewn out in a jagged line behind him. Running stripped like this, across prairie in pursuit of a female of his own kind, he felt a strength within him that propelled him faster than he had ever run before. There was nothing in his mind but those soft breasts and that sweet, dark pussy. It seemed as though he passed through clouds of the smell of cunt, each time the smell propelled him still swifter. Suddenly, framed by the moon he saw the r girl a hundred yards ahead. He saw her ass flash seductively into view, as she pounded her haunches for dear life. Within him somewhere came another burst of speed. He came into earshot and called out, "Stop! Stop, you bitch!" But the girl kept up her running. He sped up and with a tremendous headlong dive, tackled her to the ground. They rolled through the dust and short brush, the girl fighting desperately to break the hold that he had on her legs. But he hung on for dear life, inching himself up her body until he was in line with her face.

Her eyes were liquid and quivering, like a captured deer. Her breath strained her breasts upward, crushing her fine boobs against his chest. For a second they just stared into each other's eyes. Then the struggling girl uttered a sound that he had never heard before. It was almost the cry of an animal. It was certainly not human. It was deep and low and seemed to come from some other part of her throat than her voicebox. It was the sound of longing, of desire. The sound pounded his ears. With a mighty whoop of his own, he forced apart the girl's legs and thrust his cock deep into her creaming pussy. The girl immediately stopped struggling. For the first time, the Senator felt the hot folds of a woman's cunt tease his throbbing prick. They were like animals now, humping as furiously as they could. He drove his maddened cock deeper and deeper into her with each thrust, and felt her cream pour out of her into him. He gripped her firm asscheeks in one hand and tore them apart, find the steaming bumhole between. Lubricating his long middle finger with her cunt juice, he rammed it full force up into her. Her body stiffened. He felt her pussy walls tighten around his throbbing prick. He felt the come rise from his balls into the shaft of his cock, burning the inner tubes. His cock felt like a volcano about to erupt. The girl's pussy tightened further, and he saw her face redden, even through the deeply tanned flesh. She crunched up her face until he really thought that he was hurting her, but heedless, he kept up his furious pace. His come worked its way up to the head of his prick, and he felt it bulge and feared that it would burst. Suddenly, the same half-human cry of the girl filled the silent night. She wrapped her legs around his hips in a crushing grip and pulled herself up towards him, biting at his chest and shoulders until they bled. From deep within him, he heard a shout as his cock erupted, flooding the girl's moaning body with a tremendous wad of steaming spunk. Time and time again, he thrust his cock into her arid loosed a load of jism. The girl, wracked by the geyser within her, felt her own body tighten until she thought it would crumble into a thousand pieces. Then, mercifully, as he still poured his semen into her, she felt her body float and grow limp. It was his weight that kept her earthward as she soared off with her terrific orgasm. He hardly felt her body against his at all. They both fell asleep.

When he awoke, he found that he was alone on the prairie. He leapt to his feet and called for the girl, but the only answer that he got was his own voice, echoing off the far-flung canyons. Like a madman, he tore back to the car and collected his clothes. He reached the car but the girl was not there. On the seat where she had sat the night before was a tangle of tumbleweed. Stuck in the center was an eagle feather. He tore off to the road, but there was no car in sight. And so he started the long trek back to Missoula to find the girl. Finally, he got a ride and reached the city by mid-afternoon. He rushed back to the drugstore where he had met her and asked the proprietor if he knew where the girl was. "Nope, there's plenty of them hussy squaws come in this place every day. She's probably off with some other guy right now, humping his pecker off, I'd forget her if I was you. And while you're at it, get yourself checked for the clap!" Hearing the drugstore owner's harsh words, the Senator had wanted to smash his face in. But he hadn't the time. Rushing from the drugstore, he hailed the first cab that he saw. He ordered the cabby to cruise around the city and the two of them searched until dark. One time, he thought he saw her, but she disappeared into a crowd before he was sure.

He spent the last of his cash on another car and drove back to the Buick. The prairie was peaceful, the sky filled with stars. He thought of the lights and bustle of Missoula, and then he thought of St. Louis and Chicago and New York and all of the other cities that he had planned to go to, to seek his fortune. The night sky cradled him and he knew that he would stay right here. He drove back to Missoula the next day and bought the spot of land that the Buick had stopped at. Within a few years he had a thriving ranch. He became an influential person, and that ranch catapulted him to the County legislature, and eventually, to the United States Senate. But though the girl came often to him in his dreams, he never saw her again.

He looked at Candice, sitting on the edge of her chair, expectantly awaiting her orders. He thought of her in the office pool, writing seductive letters to corpulent, passionless men, who just showed up to get a look at her twat. She's too good for that, thought the Senator. She's too special. "Miss Staunton," he said abruptly, "go get dressed and meet me here at noon for lunch. I have some plans for you!"