Chapter 6
It all started innocently enough. One day, a reporter for a big Washington daily appeared in front of Candice's desk. He was an extremely ugly fellow. When she first laid eyes on him, she thought to herself, he looks exactly like a pig. Though in his middle twenties, he still had pimples covering his face. The acne on his cheeks was like a red mat, and pus-filled zits dotted the surface. He was grossly overweight and from his obese folds came a horrible stench. It assailed Candice's nose and she found herself having to step back up a few steps. For the rest of her time with him, she breathed through her mouth.
Layla had brought him over to her. She seemed apologetic as she introduced him to her. "This is Herman Grouse. He's a Washington reporter." Then she drew Candice aside. "I'm sorry, honey," she said solemnly. "He's a dangerous one. His exposes about the private lives of famous people have ruined more than one career. He accused one congressman of homosexuality and the poor man shot himself. The Senator hates him. He gave me special instructions. He said that you are on your own, and not bound by the usual rules prescribed for the treatment of guests. He said you are to act as you see fit."
Candice took another look at the disgusting reporter. A fly which had been sitting quietly on the wall of the office all morning buzzed -loudly around his head. He swatted at it viciously with his hands, cursing like a seaman.
"Try to hold your temper and not get nauseous from him," Layla continued. "He could get us all in deep trouble if he wants."
Grouse grunted in the corner, reading alt of the papers on Candice's desk. Candice felt like screaming, "Put those down, you fat pig! Those are my papers and I want you to have a little respect!" but she held her tongue and approached him. She politely explained who she was and what she did and asked him if he had any questions regarding the papers on her desktop. He only snorted. Candice took him by the arm arid snowed him. around all of the offices. She introduced him to just about everybody. Since almost all of the Senator's staff was composed of beautiful young women, Grouse enjoyed the tour immensely. Candice dutifully led him over to desk after desk of beauties, all dressed to be eye-catching and revealing. Grouse's mouth hungered at the sight. His fat cock bulged shamelessly against his food-stained pants. He drooled at the sight of the girls, and the sight of him revolted Candice. She hoped that after the tour was over, she would be relieved of her distasteful task. When Candice introduced Grouse to Heather, he almost creamed in his pants right there. The gorgeous brunette was wearing a tight, thin jersey with nothing on underneath. Her nipples thrust out proudly against the thin cloth. Grouse drooled at the sight of Heather's perked tits. He looked as if he was going to bite them off right there. Heather was obviously frightened and disgusted by the slobbering ogre, and Candice kindly led the slobbering Grouse away. Finally, the tour was complete. Candice breathed a sigh of relief. She showed Grouse to the door. When they reached the entranceway, he turned suddenly to her and said, "To tell you the truth I'm a little hungry just now. Why don't you and me grab a bite to eat."
Candice was mortified at the prospect, but forced herself to smile and speak politely. "Oh. Well, I'm not allowed to leave the building."
Grouse looked amused at her feeble attempt to wriggle out of it. "Listen, babe," he said to her, acrid clouds of his foul breath blowing in her face, "I know that Hughes lays down some spread for you babes somewhere in the back of here. You don't expect me to buy my lunch?"
Candice wondered how he knew of the staff dining room. She wondered how much more he knew, and how he knew. The staff dining room was only the first in a series of well-kept secrets about the activities arising from the offices of Senator Hughes. She decided to humor him and try to find out more. "Oh, how foolish of me to forget!" she said brightly. "Of course, lunch doesn't officially start for an hour, but I'm sure that they've already begun to lay out the food. I'm sure they'll be plenty of good things there. Shall we go?"
"Yeah!" snorted Grouse. Candice led him into the inner corridor and the dining room. What she said was true, and the kitchen staff had begun to cover the tables with delicacies. Today's lunch was roast leg of lamb, and the huge, dripping piece of meat stood steaming at the center of the table. In one way, Candice was sorry that she had to bear the brunt of Grouse's obnoxious presence alone, but in another sense, she was glad to be able to spare the other girls the agony of it. After he was fed and gone, she would take the rest of the afternoon off. It had been a trying morning and .the Senator was an understanding man.
Grouse's eating habits were as disgusting as one might expect. He filled his plate brimming with steaming lamb and then began to eat the hot slices with his fingers. Grease ran down his chin. He shoved his mouth full of food, and then chewed with his mouth open. He never stopped talking to Candice. The sight of those acne-covered jowls, crammed with food, and his small, beady black eyes was almost too much for her to take. She glanced at the clock, making sure that he noticed her. "Well, Mr. Grouse, I can see now that you are well taken care of. The morning, however, is passing, and much as I'd like to stay with you, I have to get back to my desk."
Grouse looked suddenly menacing. "Don't hand me that pail of shit, doll!" he exclaimed, a large piece of lamb leaving his mouth and settling on his chin. "I know where you chicks are at. All of you! You're just here to fuck and suck for the great Senator Hughes' guests. Well, doll, I'm one of his guests. A very important one. Because if you don't do exactly as I say, I'm going to blow the whole show. No more parties and sauna for you broads. After the public reads my article, you'll be back in the stenographer's pool before you can shit!"
Candice was truly frightened. Frightened and torn between her affection and loyalty to the Senator, and her own desire to yell "Fuck you!" and storm out of the room. Grouse reached out and grabbed at Candice's tits. She recoiled at his greasy touch, but he kept pawing at her and finally had one greasy paw inside her blouse, rubbing at her white titties. With his other hand he grasped her asscheeks firmly through her thin skirt and pulled her to him. Candice placed both of her hands against the rumpled chest of his shirt and tried to push herself away but could not. For all of his ugliness and disgusting appearance, Grouse was quite strong. There was no escaping from the foul-smelling ogre.
Grouse began to unbutton her blouse. One by one the buttons opened, and as they did, a bit more of Candice's milky tit flesh would pop into view. It was the first time she had ever been forced to fuck someone. Grouse was raping Candice. She strained against his arms, but she didn't scream. Something in her was still telling her not to panic. She knew that if she yelled, Richard and maybe a dozen others would rush to her aid. Her thoughts were interrupted by Grouse who was reaching under her skirt for her luscious pussy. He fingered at the tear-shaped outer lips of her pussy. Grouse felt his finger glide into the soft moistness between Candice's legs, arid forced his foul-smelling mouth onto Candice's in a long kiss. Grouse forced his tongue into Candice's mouth. Saliva and bits of half-chewed food flowed into Candice's mouth, Her stomach turned but she did not tear her mouth away from Gouses. His hot, spicy breath bathed Candice's long throat.
Candice began to return the kisses of the reporter. She reached for his bulging prick. Grouse moaned and plunged his tongue further into her mouth. With his other hand he separated the swollen lips of her twat. He felt the heat of her cunt against his hand. Candice spread her legs and presented an eager clit to Grouse. He felt the little bud press against his fingers, growing larger each second. He smelled Candice's musky, woman-smells and her fine perfume. He could see her nipples hard and ready under her blouse. He looked at Candice's fine beauty and felt a pang of real lust. Here he was fucking this luscious broad! Candice had undone Grouse's zipper and reached into his crotch for his bulging, throbbing cock. It seemed huge in her hands and a thick drum-beat of a pulse pumped through it. She rubbed her hands cautiously over the head of Grouse's slippery prick. It slid through her hands like a fish. She tightened her hand and Grouse swung his hips back and forth, fucking the little "o" made by Candice's fist. He groaned and the sweat poured off his brow. In a moment his cock suddenly bulged and Grouse shot a load of steaming come all over Candice's face and hair. She decided to taste it. Grouse's steaming come tasted peppery and tart, really quite tasty. Candice eagerly licked the jism from her face and sucked it from her covered hair. The room smelled strongly of musk.
The come dripped from Candice's face onto her outstretched tongue. The salty, pleasant flavor of Grouse's come almost made it worthwhile. Grouse began to rub her clit again. Candice writhed and spread her legs further apart. Grouse's finger crept into the hot wetness of her cunt. His fingers slid back and forth on the slippery flesh of Candice's pussy walls. Her cunt began to moan for a cock. It filled her head. The screaming of her cunt was horribly maddening to her and she humped back and forth on his hand, driving her clit against his fingers almost to the point of pain. She felt everything in her tighten. Her pussy filmed with bubbling cunt juice. Grouse moved his fingers against her clit. Candice cried out, "That's it ... rub it back and forth harder ... harder, you fuck, harder." Grouse complied with grunting pleasure. He felt the stickiness of her juices flow over his hand. He smelled the odor of the aching pussy waft over his face like a warm, wet blanket. He inhaled deeply the musky odor of Candice's dripping twat.
Candice felt her pussy walls tighten. She threw back her head, and with a cry, dropped a wad of pussy juice just before she came herself. Grouse's prick was big again, its head throbbing visibly. Grouse pulled Candice's skirt up to her waist and plunged his maddened cock deep within her cunt. Candice screamed and shot up her legs around Grouse's waist. He held her ass with his hands and they humped and humped. Candice held herself aloft with the frantic squeezing of her thighs. She drove herself on Grouse's prick. He felt his prick slide deep within the hot cunt. He burned, the sensations of his cock sliding along the walls of Candice's hot slit, Fie felt his come burst from the tip of his cock and pour into Candice, filling her cunt with his jism.
He pulled brutally out of her and reeled back to the table. He grabbed handful after handful of food and crammed into his greedy mouth. His hands plunged into the bowl of steaming mashed potatoes and raising a large smear, he shoved it into his mouth. Handfuls of vegetables, pieces of lamb all clove into the cavern in the middle of Grouse's face. Suddenly he spied a bowl of melted butter. "Come here!" he ordered Candice. Without a moment's hesitation she complied. "Rub this butter all over my cock!" he screamed.
Candice reached onto the table for the bowl. She dipped her fingers into the warm melted butter and began to spread it all over Grouse's thick, blood-gorged member. Grouse moaned and writhed and Candice's hands slid all over his cock. His face got red as a beet. Suddenly he reached out his two hands and grabbed Candice by the sides. He spun her around on the table and lifted up her skirt so that her pearly white ass was in clear view. The sight maddened Grouse. In a frenzy he tore at Candice's asscheeks. He spread them apart and moved into the soft, steaming bumhole. His cock dripped with the melted butter.
He reached into the butter and got his fat middle finger completely covered with hot grease. Turning his attentions back to Candice he spread the hot butter all over Candice's-Steaming bumhole. Then with a cry. he rammed his finger up her ass to the hilt. Candice stiffened as she felt. Grouse's hot, greasy finger slide up into her. She spread her legs even farther apart and bent down. She looked as though she was a college sorority girl waiting to be paddled. Grouse moved his finger in and out of her asshole frantically. Again and again Candice felt the same ramming sensation as Grouse pounded at her. With his free hand he tore at her blouse. Two pearly white breasts popped into view, hanging down from her chest. He fondled them crudely, pinching the nipples, and causing Candice to moan with pain. Something in her was keeping her here. Some force was holding her in place while the gross reporter fondled her desirable young body.
Without warning, Grouse positioned himself between Candice's spread, asscheeks. Melted butter dripped from the space between her legs. Grouse brought his bulging prick to the entrance of Candice's ass and plunged in. Candice stiffened and bent down at the waist to try and accommodate the blood-gorged cock. She felt it tear into her tender asshole, ripping at the delicate inner walls. She felt as though she were going to burst. Grouse grunted like a pig in heat. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he unmercifully pounded Candice's ass with hot, long strokes of his maddened member. He tore into her again and again, while the blonde writhed desperately, hopelessly impaled. She could feel his cock grow larger within her, as it filled with come. Her ravaged asshole felt even worse as the head of Grouse's prick plunged in and out of it.
With a maddened shout, Grouse shot his load into her ass. The steaming wad filled up her ass and dripped out. She could feel Grouse's hot, sticky jism fill her and she was glad that it was over. But Grouse had other ideas. He laughed maniacally. "I saw it in your face the minute I laid eyes on you, you were just hot for the cock of old Grouse, babe, weren't you? C'mon, admit it!"
Nothing could have been further from the truth. Candice had taken his disgusting lovemaking like a good sport. But she was not going to say that she enjoyed it. That was going too far. "Listen, you fat pig!" she said vehemently. "That was the most revolting fifteen minutes of my life. And I did it, not because I was in the least bit attracted to you, but because I don't want you printing any more lies in that ragsheet you call a newspaper!" Grouse turned crimson. He had never been spoken to like this by a woman in his life.
"Bitch!" he hissed. "I'll show you who has the upper hand. "Now I feel like taking a piss. And you know what? I'm going to piss all over you, and you're going to drink my piss just like wine. That's it! You'll drink old Grouse's piss just like wine!"
Candice felt her stomach turn at the thought of drinking Grouse's disgusting piss. He had, meanwhile, taken his huge pink prick in his hands and was pointing it her way, like a firehose. Suddenly a stream of urine erupted from the tip, bathing Candice with piss. She began to scream. The door burst open and Richard and Jockomo plunged in.
The scene that greeted them was beyond belief. Candice stood in the center of the floor covered with piss. Her blouse was in tatters and soaking wet. Her skirt was completely pulled off her hip on one side and stained with come and grease. She was crying and screaming. Grouse stood with his food--and come-stained pants down around his knees. His cock hung out of his pants, still dribbling a small stream of urine. His hair was mussed and dirty and his acne-covered cheeks looked even more revolting than usual, being covered with bits of food and grease. He stood astounded when the two men barged in. In a moment he looked frightened.
Richard viewed the scene and felt the blood rage up within him. He looked at Grouse savagely, and the slobbering monster shrank back and started shivering. "You little worm," Richard said quietly and evenly, masking the storm within. "We told you we didn't want you in here but you insisted. All right, we said, you can come, but you'll have to behave yourself, 'OK,' you said, I'll be a perfect gentleman! Is this what you call being a perfect gentleman?" Grouse was petrified. He looked at the two huge men in front of him. Quickly he wracked, his rat-like mind to search for something to say.
"Gentlemen, what can I say?" said Grouse grandly, trying to achieve a tone of cordiality. "You have caught me with my pants down, as they say. But I have to admit that our activities were just as much the idea of the young lady as they were mine. How could I be so impolite as to refuse?"
This was too much for Richard. With a shout he lunged at Grouse knocking him to the ground. Within a second Jockomo was at his side, helping him hold down Grouse. Richard spat curses into Grouse's ugly face. "What shall we do with him, Miss Staunton," called out Richard to Candice.
"I'd like to piss on him," Candice said evenly.
"Well," answered Richard. "Now's your chance."
They held Grouse down even more tightly. After hearing the exchange of words, Grouse had begun to struggle to break free. He bellowed at the top of his lungs like a stuck pig. Richard grabbed a handful of Grouse's greasy, matted hair and yanked his head to the ground. For Grouse to move his head at all caused his hair to be agonizingly wrenched from his head. Grouse was totally helpless.
Candice viewed the sight before her. She slowly walked over to the face of the helpless Grouse and squatted over him. He looked up to see the pink lips of her pussy spread invitingly over him. Some of his own come was still on Candice's legs. Even in this awkward position, Grouse was turned on by the sight. He saw the pussy lips gleam above him and he wanted to raise himself up and plunge his face into the luscious twat. If Richard had not held his head down firmly by the hair, that's just what he would have done.
Suddenly Grouse was bathed in a warm stream of piss. It rushed from Candice's twat onto his trapped face. The piss flowed into his mouth and nostrils. Piss flowed into his eyes and made them burn. Candice stopped for a second and Grouse opened his mouth to breathe, but that was a mistake. While Grouse had his sputtering mouth wide open, Candice filled it with a stream of urine. Grouse tried to force himself to his feet, almost wrenching out handfuls of his hair while doing so. Then Candice felt the urge to shit out Grouse's come from her ass. She squatted over his face and just as he looked up, she began to shit on him. Brown feces dripped all over Grouse's face and he frantically wrenched his head from side to side trying to keep the shit from entering his mouth. Candice dropped load upon load on him.
It was Richard who spoke. "Eat it Grouse," he said viciously. "Eat her shit."
Grouse shook his head violently. "You heard what the man said, Mutha', eat the shit," said Jockomo. Grouse shook his head. Jockomo reached into his pocket and drew out a long stiletto. The blade shot into place, gleaming. "Pig, when I was in the South we used to cut pigs every year." He pushed the point of the blade into, Grouse's crotch. "You know, cut!" He pricked Grouse's cock head with the sharp tip. Grouse was almost in a panic. He looked into Jockomo's calm face and he knew what the black man had said was true. Grouse knew that Jockomo was capable of it. And he also knew that the other two assailants would not rush to save him. Grouse felt a piece of shit resting just above his lips. He pointed his face down so that the shit rolled onto his outstretched lips, and closing his eyes, the stricken reporter popped the shit into his mouth.
Candice smiled at the action. She had felt degraded a moment ago, raped and humiliated, but looking at the treatment that Grouse was getting made her feel better. Jockomo was still growling at him. "That's it, pig, chew it up good. Now swallow!" Obediently, Grouse swallowed the wad of shit. Richard and Jockomo hauled him off to the door and threw him out.
Richard came back into the room alone. He took her in his arms. "I'm sorry this happened," was all he said. He led her silently into the tub room and removed her stained and tattered clothes. She stepped into the tub, feeling the hot water steam away all the memories of what had just happened. Richard undressed and climbed in the tub with her. He soaped her down and held her while she floated on her back. She felt his strong hands on her shoulder and felt safe. He looked down at Candice's beautiful naked body. He was certainly no stranger to it, and yet each look at it left him amazed that such a beautiful creature could actually exist.
He reached down one hand and gently touched her nipple. It responded to his touch, immediately growing small and erect. He ran his finger back and forth over her breast, feeling her rubbery nipple pop back into place after each time he touched it. Candice reached back one of her hands and grasped one of Richard's asscheeks, pulling him toward her. She felt Richard's huge cock brush past her leg, already hard and prepared for action. She took it in one hand, moving her finger lightly over the swollen head and shaft, feeling the blood course powerfully within. She kneaded his cock-head, causing Richard to open his legs wider and move his hips in a circle. All the time they were floating around in the warm tub.
Candice closed her eyes. Thoughts of the disgusting Grouse were swept from her mind, and all of her attention turned to Richard's huge rod. She floated over to where Richard was standing and pulled him kneeling into the water. Taking a deep breath, she slid underwater and took Richard's cock into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could, and the huge tool grew to its full length deep within her willing mouth. She ran both of her hands teasingly along the shaft of Richard's cock while she sucked on the head, Richard could feel her full lips and hot mouth milking his organ. He could see Candice through the shallow water. The sight of her lips passing over the length of his cock was too much to bear. He brought Candice up above the surface and crushed her mouth in a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue against hers in a frenzy. Candice's pussy creamed at the thought of Richard's huge organ. He was moving down on her now, lifting her sides with his strong hands. Candice let herself float on her back, raising her legs and planting her feet on Richard's hips.
Their bodies felt slippery and soft from the hot water. Candice's ass seemed especially swelled, her two cheeks resembled melons. Her leg muscles rippled gracefully as they moved her body in position with Richard. Her cunt was only an inch from his cock. The red lips of her pussy gleamed in the water. Richard looked down on them and felt himself become maddened with desire. Candice's tits popped invitingly, just above the surface of the water. He reached out one hand and grabbed a handful of luscious tit. He rolled the tit around in his hand, crushing the perked nipple between his hands. Candice felt like she was going to come any minute. Richard's cock stood out before her like a flagpole. She wanted to throw herself on it, to feel its massive length ram itself in her. Richard pointed the blood-gorged head of his prick an inch or so from the moistened lips of Candice's yearning pussy. Then, instead of pushing it in, he slid it down the length of her leg, moving downward himself along with it. Before him, lying flat out in the water, was Candice. He moved down on her aching pussy, drawing the folds of wet flesh sharply into his mouth. Candice threw her head back in the water and closed her eyes. Her hands strayed down and she kneaded Richard's shoulders. His tongue plunged further and further into her dripping twat. Boluses of love juice sprang from the swollen lips. She moaned and writhed her body, rubbing her enflamed lips against Richard's probing tongue. She felt her pussy walls grow tight as they streamed cunt juice. Richard ate and ate, swallowing every last bit of the delicious juice.
Suddenly, the door opened and Layla walked in. She regarded the sucking going on in front of her with obvious interest. Her eyes were red, however. It seemed like she had been crying. "I just spoke with the Senator," she said, her voice cracking. "He's sure that Grouse is going to print his nasty article after what just took place. He doesn't blame you, Candice. In fact, he's glad that the runt got what he deserved. But he says that everything, including us, has to be gone by tomorrow afternoon."
Candice was without words. "Layla," she finally said, "it's been a horrible morning, and Richard is making me feel like it never happened. Why don't you join us and the three of us will celebrate our demise."
Her strong words gave the little Polynesian girl the courage to smile. Grinning, Layla tore off her clothes and plunged into the pool, laughing. Her brown body contrasted with Candice's bronze-and-white skin as she swam over to her and hugged her tightly. Richard looked at the two girls hugging each other with some amusement. Then he turned seriously back to the task of cuntsucking. Despite the bad news, Candice's pussy was bright with drippings. He drove his face back into the saltsweet slit. The smell of cunt filled his nostrils and drove him deeper and deeper into the pink twat. He ran his lips along the swollen outer-lips and sucked at the growing clit. He looked up, past the soft white mounds of Candice's tits, and saw Layla kissing her hungrily. At once, the two holes of Candice's body were filled with flicking tongues. Richard rose and pointed his huge, erect cock at the slit that he had just been licking. He hurled himself forward, burying his cock in Candice's creaming pussy up to the hilt. Candice gave a sharp cry and grabbed Layla's head. Pushing the smaller girl's head down on her breasts, she filled Layla's mouth with her tit flesh and nipples. Layla sucked on them hard, filling her mouth with tit and pushing it out, over and over again. Her hand found Layla's cunt. Candice ran her fingers over the inside of Layla's spread thighs, and then plunged her finger into the steaming hole. Layla grasped and moaned.
Richard, humping furiously at Candice's twat, was near the breaking point. His huge member had swollen full of come, throbbing and bulging almost painfully. The sight of the two girls sucking and fingering each other was an incredible turn on. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold back the fantastic wad that was trying to force its way out of his massive cock. This might be the last time that they would all be together, and he wanted to sustain the ecstasy for as long as he could. Then he felt Candice's pussy walls tighten on him, and the familiar finger-like sensations run along his maddened organ. He moaned out loud, his deep moans mixing with the soprano cries of the girls. He felt every bit of come milked from his balls into the shaft of his cock. It hurtled down the length and filled his bulging cockhead. Candice's pussy had tightened as much as it could. She writhed around in the water. She locked her legs around Richard's waist and drove her cunt deeper onto his cock. Layla was sucking on one tit and fingering the other. She was close to coming, too. The three of them rolled around, locked into the bodies of two others. It was too much for Candice and she was the first to let go, her pussy walls loosening, and the insides of her twat dripping with juice. Richard was next, his hot wad erupting from his cockhead and filling Candice's cunt with steaming jism. Layla moaned and bit Candice's tit just as she came, too.
The three of them just lay there in the water not speaking a word to each other. Come from the three of them floated on the surface of the water. None of them knew what the next twenty-four hours would bring. They were only sure of the fact that they had to leave the comfort and security of the Senator's employ and start a new life. Tomorrow.