Chapter 3
"So tell me what happened," she said after awhile, when they had put their clothes back on and were sitting on the seat, their composure regained.
"I wish I knew," he sighed, shaking his head. "If I could figure out why all this shit went down, I'd be able to get myself off the hook."
"The paper said that there were a lot of witnesses," she told him, tapping the folded paper across from them. "Now how do you explain that?"
"Look, all I know is that I got a call from a man calling himself the African diplomat," he said nervously. "He wanted to discuss hiring me for his country to promote tourism. I went to meet him and the next thing I know he's falling in my arms with a knife in his back. Now the cops are after me along with some other guy I don't even know."
She stared at him. "What do you mean by that," she asked, not understanding him. "What other guy, how can you tell the difference?"
"That's easy," he laughed, bitterly. "On my way to the terminal I was waiting for a subway and a huge bastard slipped up behind me and tried to push me on to the tracks! I barely got away from him. Scared the hell out of me!"
She laughed softly. "I guess it would," she agreed. "But seriously, what do you think this is all about?"
"I have no idea, but I'm going to try and find out, that's why I want to go to Washington. You see, I turned down a job a couple of days ago to print propaganda about this very same country. The guy that offered it to me was a man named Vandam, he's in Washington right now. I intend to have a little talk with him when I get there."
She reached out and poured herself a glass of wine from the bottle her father had given her before she had left. He nodded and she poured him one, too. They toasted glasses and took a sip and then she sat back in her seat.
"You think this Vandam has anything to do with this," she asked. She watched as he drank deeply from his glass and shook his head.
"I don't know, but he's as good a place to start." He finished off the glass and poured himself another one. "I figure I only have one chance, I have to find whoever is behind this before the police catch up with me, or I'm sunk. Maybe it was the guy that tried to kill me, but I don't know. I just have to find out, that's all, I have to!"
She patted his leg and cooed softly in his ear. "Come on, now, calm down. At least you're all right for now. Nobody is going to bother us tonight. We know that much!"
"Yes, you're right, and I'm very grateful," he whispered softly. He kissed her ear and she shivered in delight. "I owe you a favor, I'll try my best to pay you back one of these days."
"Right now, let's try and get some sleep," she laughed. "It's a long way to Washington, and I think you're going to need all your energy when you get there!"
He nodded and they undressed for bed.
While he hid in the bathroom she called the conductor and he pulled down the bed. They climbed in, squeezing together in the tight space, laughing over how cramped it was. "I'll be very glad for a night of undisturbed rest," he admitted as he turned out the light. "I've been running around all day."
The train rolled on through the night and they slept soundly. Sometime after midnight, Nicole's dreamless sleep was slowly disturbed by the sensation of fingers on her body. At first she thought it was Roger, waking her up to make love again and she moaned softly in response, feeling her loins tingling with anticipation.
Suddenly the grip got tighter and she opened her eyes, staring into the face of the ugliest man she had ever seen. She screamed in terror and felt him drag her out of the bed and toss her aside like unwanted trash. She slammed into the walj and moaned in pain as the huge man grabbed hold of Roger's neck and pulled him from the bed.
Roger kicked and punched at the big man who was over seven feet tall but it was as if he were hitting air for all the good his meager blows did. The huge giant lifted Roger high in the air and shook him violently and through her dim haze Nicole could tell that he was soon going to choke Roger to death.
She looked around feverishly for a weapon and spied the wine bottle. She picked it up by the neck and began to pound at the big man's back and head with it. At first he did not seem to notice then she went down and slammed it into his knees and he bellowed loudly and let go of Roger, grabbing for her.
She screamed again as she saw him reaching for her. Roger hooked his hands in the thin clothes bar that hung from the ceiling and cocked his legs back. He kicked the giant in the chest with both feet and sent him flying through the window out of the moving train.
He dropped to the floor and Nicole threw her arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably. "Who ... who was that," she stammered, still frightened.
"My over-grown friend, I believe," he said, breathlessly. "No one else seems that interested in my health these days."
He hugged her tightly and slid the chain over the door. He nodded and pushed her back up into the bed. "I think we'll be okay for the rest of the night," he he assured her. "But it looks like I'll have company waiting for me in the morning!"
When they pulled into the station early the next day, she devised a plan to attract the police's attention from their end of the train. While he waited she rushed to the front of the train and told the man she'd spoken to the night before that she had seen Roger jump the train just before it arrived at the station.
The man called his men up from the back and they quickly started searching down the tracks. She watched them go with a gleeful smile on her face then hurried back to her car.
"Now call me here when you get settled somewhere and we'll work out a plan," she told him, thrusting a piece of paper with her address on it into his hands. "I think I have to go out tonight, but keep trying until you get me!"
He grinned and nodded then gave her a quick kiss and disappeared into the crowd that was milling around in the station. She watched until he was gone then she picked up her bags and tried to find Harry Fielding, the man she was supposed to stay with.
He was easy to spot, he looked like a carbon copy of her father. Both smoked pipes, both looked so smooth and clean-cut it was disgusting and both had a nervousness about their eyes that betrayed their outward cool.
He chattered on and on about how pleased he was to have her staying with him but she hardly heard a word he said. She was thinking about Roger and that monster the night before. She wondered if he was killed falling from the speeding train. She didn't really care as long as she didn't have to meet up with him again.
She was not very good company she knew, but she perked up when she found out that the party .she thought she was going to was being held in her honor at Fieldings house that evening. '
Sighing with relief that she would not have to miss Roger's call, she began to talk more with the man and found that as stuffy as he was, he was as nice as her father. She doubted if his daughter's could be too bad with a daddy like that. After all, she turned out okay, didn't she?
The afternoon turned into the evening and she found she was right about the girls. They promised to help her get in the swing of things in Washington and she was pleased to see they were quite unaffected.
Almost before she knew it the party had started and she was so thrilled and excited by meeting all these new and important people that she almost forgot all about Roger Thornhill.
She went from man to man, woman to woman, keeping close to Joan, the oldest Fielding daughter, who Filled her in on all the secrets of the people there. She noticed Senator Ralph Adams talking with a dark, European man and she nudged Joan, asking her to be introduced.
Joan laughed and informed her that although she knew that Senator Adams, a young, good-looking man from the south was very interested in girls, she didn't know about Mister Leonard Vandam.
"Did you say. Vandam," Nicole asked, her seventeen-year-old body beginning to shiver involuntarily at the mention of the name.
Joan nodded and dragged her over to the men. Senator Adams was taken with her at once and Nicole could easily see the desire rising in his eyes as he looked her up and down in the tight-fitting cocktail dress she was wearing. Her full, luscious breasts were bared slightly and she could see his eyes locked on them as they rose and fell with her excited breathing.
Vandam on the other hand did not seem to notice her anymore than he would have anyone else. He was much older and as smooth as only an experienced man of the world could be. They must have been discussing something important, thought. Nicole, for they had shut up the moment she and Joan approached and only when they walked away again, did she hear them begin their feverish whispering.
She drifted away from Joan, circling steadily around the area where the 'Senator and
Vandam stood She pretended not to be looking at them, but allowed herself to catch the Senator's eye every now and then. He nodded, smiling boldly and she lowered her eyes seductively.
She was standing by the side of the hallway a little while later when her heart leaped into her throat as the huge giant, a little battered up walked past her into the room without noticing her. She quickly hid herself and watched as he made his way through the startled crowd to where the Senator' and Vandam were standing. He whispered something in Vandam's ear then left again just as quickly as he had entered, leaving most of the crowd unaware that he had even been there. She watched the Senator and Vandam argue for a moment then Vandam walked away and left the room.
Her mind was reeling but she knew she had to do something about this. She hurried over to the Senator and took his sleeve. "Would you mind taking me for a walk. Senator." she whispered softly. "I'm afraid the smoke and crowd is getting to me a bit."
He nodded, hobbling his head as if it would fall off and they left the room and made their way into the large garden in back of the house. They walked along, Nicole leading the way to a small greenhouse she knew was hidden behind all the many exotic and thick plants that covered the grounds.
The Senator" was attractive in a boyish sort of way and though she did not feel anything for him, she had to. get information out of him and she had learned by now that using her body would probably be the quickest way to the point.
She sat down on a soft mat of turf and beckoned him to do the same. "I just want to be where it's quiet." she sighed. "Don't you love it here?"
He joined her on the grass, ignoring what it would do to his suit and nodded. "I've always loved the country," he said quietly and she wondered if he was about to go into a campaign speech.
She put her hand on his arm and squeezed it gently but firmly in her small fist. "Did you' ever get turned on by somebody the moment you saw them," she cooed erotically. "I mean, did you just have to have them right then and there!"
"Ahh, sometimes, I guess," he stammered, not really knowing what to do about this. He wasn't used to aggressive women, she could tell. "Of course. I could be wrong, too."
"Ohhh, Senator, you're not," she assured him. bending forward and licking the edge of his ear with her darling tongue. "Let me tell you, you're not wrong at all!"
He shivered in delight and cleared his throat nervously. She ran her darling fingers up and down along his arm and slithered her lips across his cheek to his own quivering mouth.
He sighed softly as she covered his lips with hers and kissed him gently. "I need you, Senator," she moaned quietly. "Ohhh, how I need you right now!"
Completely shocked at the sound of such words coming from such an innocent looking teenagers mouth, Senator Adams didn't know whether to flee or join her in the kiss. He sat quite still as she took his face in her hands and moved her luscious mouth from left to right over his, slithering her darling tongue back and forth across his teeth, stabbing at them intently, trying to force them apart.
She could hear his labored breathing and she knew that his passion was growing and would soon take control of him. No matter what he might be afraid of, he was not about to let this chance go by, of that much she was sure.
In a few seconds she felt his greedy hands riding over the top of her gown, mashing her lovely, perfect breasts hard against her chest. She quivered violently and moaned in delight, allowing him to cup the twin spheres of beauty in his palms and squeeze them urgently with his short, stubby fingers.
She sighed and slid her tongue between his slightly parted teeth, slashing at his own trembling dart with her precious arrow. He groaned in delight as she curled her tongue around his and sucked on his lips greedily.
"My dear, my dear," he sighed, his voice tight with lust. "Don't you think we ought to go some place more private?"
She almost giggled but she shook her head and moaned as if in aching desire. "No," no. no," she groaned. "I want you now! I need you right now, right here!"
She grasped hold of his wrist and drew it down along her lovely, creamy thighs. He gasped with the tingling, warm touch of her quivering flesh as she let go of his hand and he began to grip and knead the smooth, palpitating limb. She groaned out loud and crushed her hungry lips over his. His own tongue had come alive now and he was stabbing it in and out of her sweet, moist mouth with an urgent, greedy fury. He wrapped his free hand around her back and pulled her tightly to him. She shook with increased passion and entwined her lovely dart around his, kissing him harder than ever before.
From the way his hand was riding swiftly up along her damp, warm thigh she could tell she had him turned on now. She parted her creamy limbs a bit and allowed him to bury his hands between them. She gasped as she felt him rubbing the heel of his hand up and down over her throbbing cunt mound and her breath became labored and forced as the aching lust began to consume her with its flickering fire.
"Harder, harder," she moaned, thrusting her pussy against his working hand. "Rub me harder, Senator, harder! Oh, God it's so nice! It feels so damn nice!"
His passion increased with her urgent pleading and he began to rub the flat of his pudgy hand up and down along the darling cleft of her pussy lips. The sheer silk panties sank between the flutter petals and his fingers were soon damp with the thick, creamy juice that was soaking through the material. She sighed and bucked her hips against him, opening and closing her warm, trembling thighs against his riding hand.
She reached out and took hold of his hand, thrusting it down the front of her dress. He gasped as he felt the creamy moistness of her exquisite mounds, quivering with anticipation as he touched them. He curled his fingers around one pert, delicious globe and squeezed it lovingly. She cried out her delight and rocked slowly back and forth on her knees as his two hands continued to caress and knead her burning flesh with an ever increasing lust and greed.
"You're so lovely and beautiful, my dear," he moaned, crushing her boob in his grasp. "I love your breasts! They are marvelous boobs, simply marvelous!"
Her taut, stiff nipples slithered across the palm of his hand, digging into his palm with a fierce pressure. He pressed down hard on the lovely spheres, thrilling to the pounding of her excited heart, slamming against his hand through her warm, luscious flesh.
He took a single nipple in his fingertips and pinched it harshly. She moaned as the pleasing pain raced through her and she mashed her tits against his hand in eager desire.
Quivering with a growing, painful lust she reached down between his legs and clasped her hand over the fat mound that bulged against his pants. He almost cried out loud when she curled her fingers around the fat mound and squeezed it firmly sending a shooting, tearing pain and pleasure through his entire lower body. He quaked with a violent passion and his eyes could hardly see as the racing delight blinded him with lust and pleasure.
Hungrily he slithered his fingers over her belly and pushed them inside her damp, sheer panties. She sighed in ecstasy as she felt his fingers wandering through her thick patch of pubic hair, damp and slick with the creamy juice flowing from her excited pussy.
He ran his fingers across her cunt lips and the luscious, swollen petals fluttered wildly in response to his touch. She ground her cunt against his hand and clasped her free hand over his, holding it tightly to her quaking mound.
"Oh, God, Senator, you're driving me mad," she gasped, forcing his hand to rub up and down over her burning cave. "I'm on fire for you, on fire!"
He sucked in his breath and slid two of his digits over her stiff, shivering clit. The tiny bud burst to life as he took it between his fingers and rubbed it back and forth, lovingly. An intense, aching spasm of wanting burned along her taut inner canal as she felt him massaging the sweet button. She groaned and dropped her head to his shoulder, kissing his taut, strained neck with loving passion. She sank her teeth into his warm flesh and felt him tremble as she nibbled greedily with her even, white teeth.
Her fingers were clutching at his prick, tugging it back and forth in his pants and even through the layers of clothes she could tell that his blood was boiling and a steaming pool of come was churning in his nuts. She slithered her hand up to his zipper and deftly pulled it down. His prick almost leaped from his pants and she caught it in the palm of her smooth. soft hand and let it lay there, throbbing uncontrollably against her warm flesh.
"Ooo, what a delicious cock," she sighed happily. She bounced it up and down in her palm and closed her fingers around it gently. "I just love to feel a man's prick in my hand, all hard and full of power! It makes me feel good all over," she sighed.
He moaned wildly and slipped a single finger up and down along her slippery cunt lips. He was insane with desire now, the young girl had him totally in her control and he could do nothing but follow her lead as she began to ride her fingers back and forth over his hard, quaking shaft.
She gripped and tugged on the massive prong, feeling the thundering blood as it slammed through it. She dragged her nails along the length of the fevered rod, digging them into his burning flesh, yanking the prick from side to side until he was almost sobbing with tortured ecstasy.
"Nicole. Nicole, Nicole," he gasped, almost unable to speak. "You're killing me, killing me with pleasure!"
She chuckled happily and thrust her pussy against his hand to let him know what he could do for her. Quickly he took the hint and spread her wet, palpitating lips apart, slithering a single finger beyond the shimmering petals.
She groaned in delight as she felt the stiff, seeking spear enter her hot, narrow chamber. She thrust her luscious sheath against his hand once more and in seconds his finger was buried to the hilt in her lovely, hot canal.
She moaned as she felt him roll his finger around inside of her. the rest of his hand cupped tightly over her quaking mound. She rocked from side to side and slowly he began to pump the straight shaft in and out of her darling womb, twisting and turning it as he went along. She cried out in delight and closed her moist, hot thighs over his plunging hand. She bit deeply into his neck and used her free hand to force his head down to her trembling, enticing boobs.
Greedily he began to lick her creamy globes. She gasped as he slid his tongue between her luscious mounds, his teeth scraping wickedly over her moist flesh, sucking hungrily on the delicious meat of her jiggling spheres. He flicked his slithering dart at one of her pert, erect nipples and the sweet pebble shivered in delight as it attacked her precious stone. He opened his mouth and hungrily sucked one of her darling globes between his eager teeth. She sighed in pleasure as she felt his lips tightening around her darling globe, sucking the entire breast into his mouth. She felt him sucking greedily on her tit, licking and lathering the nipple in a frenzy of passion and she , tightened her hand on his cock and reached beneath him, cupping his balls in her soft palm.
He shuddered uncontrollably as she closed her darling fist around his tight sack, rolling the tortured nuts over her precious fingers. She pumped her other hand up and down, faster and faster on his throbbing shaft, gripping and tugging on his flesh as she went along.
Harder and harder she rode her hand along his aching meat. His prick felt as if it would explode with passion and fire at the moment as each stroke she took on the pounding pole made him weak with desire and cry out in long, loud moans of exquisite agony.
He drove his fingers deep into her slippery, warm cave, loving the way her strong, eager cunt muscles locked around his plunging digits. She bucked her pussy back and forth, following the rhythm of his driving fingers and she swayed from side to side, tugging and pulling on his prick as he continued to assaulted her tight, hot tunnel.
"Ohhh, Senator, Senator," she groaned, grinding her pussy hard against his plunging fingers. "You make me feel so good! I can't stand the way you make me feel so good!"
She rolled the tip of her sweet thumb back and forth across his fat dick head and he moaned deep and long as she dragged her clutching fingers up and down on his massive shaft. He could feel his intense lust burning higher and higher in his loins and he ached to plunge his throbbing, fiery meat deep into the pit of her lovely hole.
He pushed her back on the grass and she lay down willingly. Fumbling wildly he slid her panties down along her trim, well-turned legs and tossed them away in a frenzy of mad desire.
"Fuck me, Senator, fuck me," she gasped, opening and closing her yearning thighs. "Put it in me now! Oh, God, I need your cock right now!"
Her moist, trembling cunt glistened in the light streaming in through the greenhouse windows and the Senator was almost beside himself with fevered passion. He lowered himself between her smooth, creamy legs and spread them wide apart. Her warm, quivering flesh caressed his own, hot skin and he moaned with the anticipation of entering her tight, hot pit.
She tugged on his cock, pulling him nearer to her steaming womb. She was tossing her head from left to right, breathing and sobbing hungrily, desperate for his hard, stiff manhood. She squeezed him passionately, pumping her darling hand up and down on his prick, pulling him urgently toward her awaiting womb.
He bent forward and rubbed the head of his prick up and down along the cleft between her luscious, swollen cunt lips. The spongy petals grasped hungrily at his helmet, trying to draw it between them.
"Put it in, put it in," she begged him, thrusting her darling pussy up against the stiff pole. "Oh, God, God, God, Senator. Put it in now!
He laughed wickedly and teased her aching cave a little more. He slithered the tip of his cock beyond her throbbing entrance and felt her hungry cunt muscles lock around his fat head. She moaned as he slithered a little more of his meat inside of her steaming tunnel. He held himself steady although the aching need that was churning in his loins would not allow him to wait very much longer.
Slowly he rocked back and then forward, pulling his cock out of her then driving it back in a little further. She gasped and moaned and flexed her cunt muscles around the plunging shaft. Each time he moved his hips he went a little deeper and she sighed in pleasure and delight as his prick continued to fill her up.
"Yes, yes, yes," she sighed as he drove the thick, throbbing pole deeper into her narrow, steaming hole. "More, more, more! Give me all of it, all of your hard meat!"
He rocked from side to side and slowly drove his prick the rest of the way into her. Her pussy was burning with the pleasing fire of his hard, strong dick as it sunk into the depths of her aching canal. She sighed out loud as he lay on top of her, his prick quivering pleasingly in her tight sheath, then he drew back and she groaned in despair as the massive spear left her.
He paused for a moment then slammed his prick hard into her quaking cave making her cry out with delight as he buried the prick in her once more. She bucked and shivered wildly, thrusting her cunt up to him in a frenzy of need. He pulled back and then slammed into her once again and she screamed in the aching, burning pleasure that raced through her tortured loins.
Now they began a slow, rhythmic motion of love. Gently rocking back and forth, they bucked their bodies together, their bellies slapping loudly as they met and popping obscenely as they parted.
She was grinding her hips against him, groaning and quivering with every thrust of his mighty spear as it drove in and out of her delicious cave, each stroke filling both of them with a fiery, tingling passion they could hardly stand.
"Ohhhhhh, God. fuck me, I need it so badly Senator," she was crying every so loudly, while she was smashing her luscious mound hard against his belly. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me harder! Harder, harder!"
He groaned in pleasure as her darling, working pussy muscles flexed around his pounding rod and he twisted and turned inside of her, thrilling to the liquid Fire that was licking at his loins.
Harder and harder he slammed into her. He pumped his thick, burning manhood in and out of her pussy with a frenzy of passion and lust. He could think of nothing now but her burning pit and the way it caressed his plunging shaft with creamy warmth.
She thrashed from side to side and shivered violently with every stroke that he took. She could feel her pussy winding tighter and tighter as her moment of release approached and she wanted nothing more now than to feel the exquisite agony of powerful relief that would come with her building orgasm.
He laughed wickedly under her violent motion and ground his big prick deep inside her, loving the way she screamed and gasped with delight as he drove the stiff cock shaft to the bottom of her burning pit.
He felt her buck uncontrollably and then suddenly a fiery burst of come washed over his plunging cock and she cried out in pleasure as the massive, powerful orgasm ripped through her and never-ending spasms of lust sent a stream of thick, creamy fluid bursting over his driving shaft.
"Ohhh, God, it's so good, so good," she sobbed, thrusting her gripping womb against his hard, smashing belly. "I'm coming so good, Senator, so damn good!"
The continuing release tore through her loins and filled her with an exploding delight that was impossible to describe. She rolled her hips from side to side and locked her strong cunt muscles around his prick, gripping and squeezing the pounding meat, trying with all her power to draw his own tortured climax out of him.
Faster and faster, now, he powered his massive pole along her taut, slippery walls. He could, feel her holding him tightly in her grasp and heard her cooing in his ear to come, to come, to come.
Suddenly he felt an aching, burning eruption in his loins and a powerful, fiery burst of come shot from his balls out through his prick and seared her inner chamber with its creamy, thick love.
"I'm coming in you, Nicole," he moaned, his voice tight with the pain and pleasure of his orgasm. "I'm coming, coming, coming in you now!"
He slammed into her again and buried his prick in the depths of her quivering cave, the steady, aching explosions went on and on, each one making him groan and gasp with loud relief. Harder and harder he ground his cock against her rippling pussy, their equal passions mixed completely, the intensity of their love more pleasurable than anything they had ever known.
They were locked tightly together, feeling their loins throbbing with delight, the last traces of their lust draining from their tortured bodies as they jerked and trembled spasmodically, the final, uncontrollable spurts of liquid happiness leaving their loins.
The Senator pulled his aching, battered prick from her bruised pussy and rolled over on his back, breathing heavily. He could not have imagined that he would have such a delightful time this evening and he felt completely content and spent as if he had just pushed the toughest bill in the world through a hostile congress.
Nicole regarded him with careful, attentive eyes. There was no denying that she had enjoyed this little session, but she had more important business and now that she had softened him up in the best way possible, she figured it was time to start working on him.
She rolled over on her side and ran her fingers over his belly. The Senator moaned in pleasure as the gentle, caressing touch sent sharp, stinging arrows of pleasure rippling through his already exhausted loins. She laughed softly, marveling at how much like putty he was in her hands.
"Senator, that was lovely," she sighed contentedly. "I never felt so wonderful in my life, thank you very much."
"Ahh, my dear, dear Nicole," he moaned. "I should be thanking you! I can't remember when I have had a more delightful time!"
"Senator, who is Mister Vandam," she asked cautiously, trying to seem more like an inquisitive teenager than someone probing for information. "He seems very familiar. Is he important?"
"Well, he is a very important man in Europe," the Senator agreed. "He's more a man of the world than any particular country."
"What does he do for a living," she asked softly, her lovely hand traveling lightly over his still trembling prick. "Is he some kind of businessman!"
The Senator was paying so much attention to her teasing hand that he was put off his guard. "Oh, let's just say he's in the export business," he laughed.
"What does he export," she persisted, curling her fingers around his prick and gently squeezing the growing prong. "Machines or what?"
"Information, mainly," the Senator gasped, a wave of intense pleasure racing through his loins. "He finds out things for people."
He groaned and rolled his head from side to side as the darling girl began to ride her hand slowly up and down the fevered prong. He gasped as he felt her fingers pulling and tugging on his manhood, bringing the aching fires of lust back up in him. It was the first time in years he could approach another orgasm so quickly and he was enthralled by the girl's power and desire to bring him to it.
"What kind of information," she whispered coyly, lowering her lips to the tip of his prick and slithering her tongue around the rim of his now engorged helmet.
He bucked involuntarily as he felt her lathering his fat, meaty head, kissing the warm, almost purple tip with her succulent lips. "Information ... about ... people ... and ... what ... they're ... up ... to," he gasped, thrusting his prick up to her mouth, rocking from side to side.
"You mean he's a spy," she said, giggling in that delightful, girlish tone she had, using it to cover up her digging for facts.
She opened her mouth and sucked the head of his prick between her luscious, moist lips, locking her teeth around the rim of his dick head, lathering the warm, aching tip of his spear with her pink, precious tongue. He groaned loudly and felt a liquid warmth racing through his body, an intense, burning flame licking at his loins.
"Yes, yes, yes," he moaned, his prick throbbing painfully as he thrust himself upward, driving a bit more of the huge, hot meat into her delicious mouth. "That's it, that's it! Oh, God, yes, a spy, uh-huh, uh-huh! Oh, it feels so good, oh, Jesus it feels so good! You're right, you're right, you're so very nice and right!"
She could tell he had no idea of what he was saying and she gently drove the long, pounding spear down the tight, narrow passage of her silken throat. She gripped his balls in her hand and squeezed them firmly in her tiny fist. He cried out loud and thrashed from side to side as she sucked more and more of his agonized manhood into her velvet throat.
Slowly she rose her head up and then twisting from left to right, slithered the fat, throbbing meat back along her warm, moist tunnel, sucking hard on the aching shaft as she buried it in the depths of her precious inner canal. He was gasping with the intense mixture of pain and pleasure she was bringing up in him and he completely forgot what he had said to her in the ecstasy of his pleasure.
Hurriedly she rose up and slipped the thick, meaty shaft out of her mouth, licking and lathering it with her tongue, nipping at it with her perfect, even teeth. He moaned and cried out in despair as he felt her taut, lovely mouth leave his pounding manhood and he grabbed her by the head and forced his cock back into her sweet cave. She laughed softly to herself and drove the insistent pole back into her taut, silken canal. She began to pump her mouth up and down on the thick prong, her rhythmic motion driving him wild with desire and need and he gasped and shivered uncontrollably under her delicious, working mouth.
"Ohhh, suck it, suck it, you little bitch," he cried, slamming his prick to the depths of her velvet chamber. "Suck my cock, hard, Nicole! Suck it hard!"
Back and forth his flabby ass moved over the grass mat they were lying on. He rolled his head from side to side as the sweet seventeen-year-old powered his hard cock along her luscious lips. She gripped with her mouth and throat muscles and dragged her teeth along the length of his fevered, pounding flesh, sucking and blowing hard on the plunging shaft.
She kneaded his tortured balls with her delicate fingers and tugged on the fat, taut sack until he was almost screaming out loud in pleasure. She could feel him nearing the moment of explosion and she urged him on with her lovely mouth and attentive fingers.
"Ohhh, Jesus, oh, God, oh, God," he moaned, his body on fire with wanting. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come in your mouth! Ahhh, sweet Christ, here I come! Here I come right in your mouth!"
She felt him shudder violently then felt the searing thickness of fiery come slashing at her velvet throat, the creamy liquid spilling out of her mouth as she gulped and swallowed frantically, trying to suck up every last drop of the precious fluid that spurted from his agonized rod.
Harder and harder he bucked and slammed into her, her sweet, strong throat muscles locking around his prick, her darling hand squeezing and tugging on his balls as he jerked spasmodically until he was moaning quietly and the final waves of his bursting delight were drained from his aching, tortured loins.
Gently she licked the last drops of creamy fluid from his prick, washing it clean of his lust and then she dropped his cock beside his thigh and sat up. He lay there quivering, his eyes shut tight a few, final spasms of pleasure rippling through him.
Quickly she arranged her clothing and stood up, leaving him lying there, gasping for breath.
She grinned down at him, smiling to herself, thinking how wickedly wonderful it was to have this kind of power over someone. Then she turned on her heel and walked to the door of the greenhouse.
She paused a moment before leaving and turned around. "Thank you for your help, Senator," she whispered impishly and then she blew him a kiss and left the tiny building to return to the party.
Once back inside she went directly over to the maid. If there had been any calls for her that was who would have recorded them. She made the excuse of needing another drink and waited for the maid to tell her if Roger had called. When the woman merely nodded and went off to get her the drink, her heart sank. She was growing worried about all this, it was time he called.
She stood around making small talk with Joan and her sister Betty but her mind was barely on the conversation. She tried to keep her drinking to the minimum but by midnight she was more than a little tipsy, though not completely drunk. She was feeling in a wonderful mood, having met all these interesting and charming people and her mind was on the original reason she had come here, quite having forgotten all about Roger Thornhill.
She was standing in the corner, talking to the ambassador from Iran when the maid tapped her on the shoulder and told her she had a call from a Mister Passenger. She was irritated by the interruption and made her way through the crowd to the telephone in the bedroom.
"Who the hell is this," she demanded, shouting almost into the phone. "I've never heard of you!"
"Take it easy, darling," came a chuckle from the other end. "Did you think I was going to use my real name with half the police in the country looking for me!"
"Roger, Roger," she gasped, her memory coming back to her. "Oh, darling I'm so sorry! Where are you?"
"Safely hidden, I hope," he replied. "I must talk to you immediately. Can you get away?"
"You have to talk to me," she laughed, shaking her head. "Boy, do I have to talk to you! Where are you, I'll come right over!"
He gave her the address of a seedy motel on the outside of town and told her to hurry. "Things are getting intense, darling," he said. "My time is running out!"
"I'll be right over," she said forcefully, then she hung up and hurried away. She threw on her coat and tried to slip past the guests unnoticed. She was sure that no one saw her leave as she hailed a cab, but she didn't bother to look behind her when she got in the back seat and gave the driver the address of Roger's motel, and she didn't notice Senator Adams staring at her through the big window that faced the street. What would happen if she did know?