The soaping was driving her insane. She moaned and begged to be let go, but in her heart she knew what she wanted was each of those men to take her, to invade her slippery body, "Please take me, all of you at once," she begged. The leader of the gang grinned savagely. All she could hear were the noises of unzipping flies.
A Double Pleasure
Chapter One
The tall, long-legged girl was confused, but she did what she was told and finished removing her bra and panties. Her high, firm tits stood out in front and her nipples grew hard and ready. She stood a little higher on one leg so that her magnificent, firm-cheeked ass tilted a little to one side, and from the back, the brush of her cunthair was clearly visible through the space where her legs met her ass. She was clearly having an effect on her interviewer for already his prick grew large within his pants. She looked at it and smiled, knowing that it was a good sign that, the job was hers.
"Very nice," the interviewer said, walking around her. "The Senator has very high standards but I know he'll like what I see."
"Then I get the job?" Candice Staunton asked, standing on tiptoe. Her slight giggling sent ripples ran through her fine boobs.
"Let me say, young lady, that you've passed part one of the preliminary interview with flying colors!" said the interviewer, not taking his eyes for a moment off her beautiful body.
"What's part two?" Candice asked, pursing her lips pertly. This interview was getting stranger by the minute. She had come in to apply for a job as a secretary to the famous Senator, but now she was not sure her friend had explained all of the duties that she was expected to fulfill.
"Rather than explain," said the interviewer, "let me show you." With that he began to unbuckle his pants. Candice grew curious at this but waited to see what would happen. She did not have long to wait. In a second the interviewer had his pants on the floor and was walking over to the expensive, well-padded leather couch in the corner of the room.
Candice took stock of him as he sat down. He was a tall, well-built young man of about twenty-eight. More than just well built, actually, she thought, as her eyes lowered from the sight of his well-muscled biceps bulging under the short-sleeved shirt to a cock that seemed to her to be the largest she had ever seen. More than just the length, for the cock had risen to astronomical heights as the interviewer eyed the young lady, but the width of the cock was astounding! Candice had long, thin fingers to match her shapely bronze legs, but it would have been a struggle for them to meet around the head of the huge, blood-gorged cock of the interviewer.
That was what was strange, she realized. Up until that moment the interviewer was businesslike, almost cold, in asking her his questions. Now his huge, beautiful cock was telling otherwise. She felt her pussy begin to drip. She realized what was coming. Suddenly everything in her went limp. Now it all made sense�her friends' allusions to "extra duties" in the service of the senator, the lateness of the hour of the interview, that they were all alone in the building ...
"Come here!"
The interviewer's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. Obediently the naked girl walked slowly over to the couch, feeling her cunt juice slowly seep from the crevice of her beautiful blonde cunt, her eyes firmly fixed on the towering cock of the interviewer. It was as if she were in a trance. She 'knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to take that big cock in her mouth, to feel the head against her lips, to feel the power of it forcing its way down her throat. She loved to feel a man's cock in her mouth and throat, and although she had primed herself to be prim and proper for the interview, it all slipped away and she felt nothing but lust.
The interviewer sat straight on the couch. Although this was his job, to "try out" girls for Senator Hughes, he knew from the sight of the bronze, naked, beautiful girl that was approaching him that this time it was going to much more than just work. This time he was going to enjoy it. He watched Candice approach, her huge breasts rising and falling rhythmically with her ardent breaths that were coming faster and faster. He watched the large, brown nipples perk brown and inviting on the beautiful boobs. Glancing up into her face, his eyes swept from her beautiful green, catlike eyes to her full sensuous lips, and as if on command, her pearly pink tongue slipped from between her teeth and moistened her lips until they glistened in the dim light of the office. Then he dropped his eyes past her wide hips to the triangle patch of blonde cunny hair that framed her cunt, He felt his prick grow even larger and throb almost painfully. No, this was not going to be work at all. He wanted to jump up and grab her and throw her on the couch, plunging his huge member up her cunt all the way to her throat. Though fuming with desire for her, he knew he could not. It was not the Senator's way. No, the girl had to prove herself. She had to show that she did not need prodding or orders. In the high-pressure world of national politics no one had any time to waste to be romantic.
Candice reached the couch, felt the cool leather against her knees, and let herself slowly slide down against its edge until she was kneeling on the rug in front of the interviewer. She reached out one hand and circled the base of his cock. Though her fingers were long she could not circle it. Leaning forward, she swung her body left and right over his cock so that her breasts brushed against it. Her nipples felt as if they were going to shoot off her tits. She looked up into the face of the interviewer, but there was no sign of any emotion in his eyes. The interviewer had won many a poker game just on the strength of those deep, probing, fathomless eyes. No, she had to do it on her own.
She breathed heavily, still swinging her breasts on his cock. She began to move the hand on his cockbase very slowly up and down, squeezing his swollen prick ever so softly, and with her other hand reached between his legs where she found the bulging bag of his balls. She began to massage them, and the interviewer moved ever so slightly to allow her clear access. Suddenly she realized that this beautiful cock was hers. The thought came to her and filled her brain. She began to massage his balls harder now and all the thoughts of the job drifted away.
Rearing back and straightening up, she pulled his cock toward her and lowered her head upon it, circling the tip with her luscious lips. She sucked on it long and hard, and her mouth was suddenly filled with cock, with delicious beautiful cock. He put his hands on both sides of her head and pull ed her full force on the length of his member, its huge head pushing at the walls of her throat. After a few more sucks she raised her head slightly and began to tease him with little flicks of her tongue on the tip and base of his cock, finding a fold of skin on the underside and nibbling it. Her hand could feel the heat rise from his asshole and balls but his face still was blank.
She sucked harder on him, raising and lowering her head, forcing the cock into her throat as far as it would go. It seemed as if the massive prickhead would tear the walls of her throat apart. But as if possessed by a devil, she continued. Her saliva dripped from the sides of her mouth, lubricating the entry of the prick, sliding it in and out of her mouth deftly and effortlessly. Some of the saliva dripped down the length and stood like pearls on the interviewer's pubic hair.
The interviewer found it almost impossible to keep his cool with this beautiful doll sucking his cock. He tried to imagine it, her mouth passing rapidly from tip to base. He could feel his prick pushing against the walls of her throat and her gag reflexes tightening, causing delicious pressure, He could hear her slurping and feel her saliva running out of the corners of her mouth and down his cock. He looked down at her hair, golden blonde and smooth, framing his crotch like strands of golden wheat. He could feel his balls begin to bulge in their sac and he wondered if he could hold out.
Candice was a fantastic cocksucker and she was giving him the full treatment. She wanted him to break, to come all over her face. No man had ever resisted the allure of her lips and her cunt, and she was not about to break her perfect record now. She sucked him even more furiously, tightening her lips as the passed the fold of his cockhead, forcing her tongue to whip around the sides like a dervish as her mouth moved up and down. Her free hand massaged his balls, feeling them grow larger and fill with come. She couldn't wait for his hot jism to drip down her throat. She couldn't wait for his breaths to come faster.
Suddenly, the interviewer could play the charade no longer. Bending over, he circled her head with his strong, well-muscled arms and forced her head down on his tool, forcing it, driving it deep into her throat. There was only about two inches of the cock left outside of her throat and he jammed her head down all the way, hearing her utter a little moan.
"Suck me off, you bitch!" he uttered in a frantic whisper.
The sound of his voice turned Candice on even more and she sucked his cock even faster. She opened her mouth all the way and leaned forward, aligning her body so that the cock could slide easily into her throat. The interviewer was almost in a frenzy from the sensation of Candice's hot, slippery lips and tongue on his member. He could feel her hair swish against his thighs.
She reached forward and cupped his ass in both of her hands. Then with one last fantastic effort she pulled him forward and pushed her head down, taking all of the massive cock in her mouth and sliding it down her throat.
The interviewer felt everything in him about to burst. His balls felt as though they were going to go off like firecrackers and his cock too would blow up. The pleasure of this girl's mouth was unendurable and suddenly he felt flushed and heady, the blood flooding his brain, making him feel as though he was falling or rising or ... With the last pull of the girl, he felt his come rising from his balls and following her lips up the length of his cock, filling the head like a balloon. With a mighty effort he managed to hold it for one more stroke, and then he threw his head back and shot his wad over and over again as the girl in a frenzy continued to move her head up and down. He could hear her swallowing furiously, trying desperately to eat every last bit, but he seemed to fill her mouth and still came until it dribbled down the side of her mouth.
Candice felt warm inside. Knowing that she had just given a man the ultimate pleasure always filled her with a feeling of great accomplishment and power. And knowing that this man that she had just sucked off, knowing that the come in her mouth was from a powerful man, an important man, only added to the mystique.
"Was that good, baby?" she purred seductively.
The interviewer could not answer right away. His breaths were almost sobs, and he felt as though he was drunk. But he had been trained to keep his composure even in the most pressured situations and quickly found his head. "That was quite satisfactory, Miss Staunton, but, er, do not think that the interview is concluded."
Candice looked up at him and smiled. She lowered her head and began systematically to clean the come off of his half-limp prick. Holding the tip with one hand she twirled it slightly as she licked it, loving every minute of the taste of the interviewer's come. She really loved the taste.
The interviewer felt her tongue lapping up his jism, and her soft tongue and warm saliva bathing his prick, and although he had just shot his wad a few moments before he felt his desire reawaken.
"You have a beautiful cock," Candice purred. "You could take this cock and fill all of my holes at once and there'd still be plenty left over."
"That's just what I intend to do," said the interviewer matter-of-factly. Candice felt the juices running in her cunt again. Having this beautiful cock in her mouth had excited her tremendously but she herself had not come. She had had the urge to finger herself while she was sucking him off, but she had not and now felt glad, realizing the meaning of the interviewer's words.
The interviewer reached down and pinched one t of Candice's nipples hard enough to hurt slightly but also to feel good. She looked at him. His eyes were now blazing with desire and he reached down and grabbed both of her large breasts in his hands. They were firm and solid and molded into his hands like a cup, Candice moaned very softly. She had always had very sensitive breasts and this man grabbing them and rubbing them was turning her on indeed. He kneaded them against her chest in large circles, then suddenly grabbed her by her sides and pulled her to him, crushing her mouth in a deep kiss. Her mouth opened and his tongue found hers and probed deeply into her throat. He could still taste his come in her mouth. Their probing tongues met and locked and Candice was on the couch in a minute, one leg thrown over the interviewer's hip so that her pussy lips brushed teasingly over his rock-hard cock. Reaching out, the interviewer grabbed one of Candice's nipples and rolled it between his fingertips until it was taut and firm. Candice moaned, a deep-throated, gutteral, half-animal cry that burned the interviewer's brain until he too forgot his job, forgot his duties, forgot everything except the writhing Candice and her delicious boobs and her warm wet hole.
She grabbed his prick and pointed it toward her dripping pussy. "Put it in there!" she breathed in his ear, desperately. "Fill me up with your cock!"
But the interviewer had other ideas. With his tongue still deeply embedded in Candice's delicious mouth he deftly flipped her on her stomach. Candice's ass rode high on her, and now, on her stomach, the two soft mounds of her buttocks rose invitingly. The interviewer lustfully grabbed her asscheeks and spread them apart. Between them, framed by the last bit of blond cunthair, her bumhole puckered red and flaming. Steam seemed to rise from the place between her legs. Seeing this, his desire rose to fever pitch. He was on her in a minute, positioning his huge organ toward the tiny hole.
"Oh, please be gentle!" pleaded Candice. "Your cock is so big. It'll hurt so much if you put in there."
The interviewer, however, had no idea to be gentle. This woman had broken down his cold, stony defenses. He was a good aide to Senator Hughes, never breaking down or becoming nervous, even in the most dangerous situations. In fact, it, was his cool that the Senator admired most in him, considered the most valuable. And now, in the space of a few short minutes, this woman had done what raging diplomats and threatening gangsters had failed to do. She had broken him down into a mass of irrationality and lust, a man bent only on his own pleasure. He felt the call of the rut deep within him, felt it as he had never felt it before. Now, with his monstrous cockhead only inches from the asshole of the lovely girl, he felt no mercy.
The interviewer succeeded in getting the head of his prick into Candice and she let out a cry of pain. "Take it easy, Lover," she begged. "You're so big. Don't you want to put it in my other hole. I'm too tight in there. I'll hurt you."
It's not me who's going to hurt, thought the interviewer. He thrust forward and rammed another two inches of his massive organ up into her. Candice was forced to spread her legs all the wider to accommodate the interviewer's prick and each time she did he fucked her all the faster, ramming more and more of his cock into her. He could feel the walls of her rectum shake and convulse with each thrust, and with each stroke the girl uttered a high-pitched shriek. Her cunt juices dripped from her down over his cock, lubricating it. He whaled into her in huge, short strokes, a crazed expression on his face. Then suddenly, as if everything in the world had changed at once, Candice managed to relax her muscles and her ass became a cunt for him, her hole gripping him, milking him, the pleasure-pain of a moment before replaced with only pleasure.
Candice had changed her tune too, for she had relaxed at the instant that she had come to love the huge organ in her behind. Her cries were changed to encouraging whispers, "Oh yes, yes, do it to me like that. Oh, yes, Lover, it feels so funny but it feels so good. Oh, yes, don't stop, more, Lover, shove more in me!"
If there had been an ounce of resistance possible in the interviewer before, now there was none. Hearing Candice's whispering encouragements he reared back for a second and then rammed the entire length of his gigantic cock deep within the stretched bumhole, impaling Candice completely, as on a skewer. As the last inches of his cock were inside her he felt his come rise and pour out of him. He shot a tremendous load, pumping furiously, draining himself with repeated strokes within Candice's brimming ass. It seemed as though there could never be enough room in Candice for his huge organ and his fantastic wad, and come dripped profusely from her asshole, covering his dick and settling on the fine leather couch. Then, with the last of his milking strokes, Candice whimpered, stiffened and relaxed, the two of them still together in the cornhole position, both straightening and panting, each wanting to stretch and roll over the floor, but each not wanting to break the embrace of their heavenly holes.
He took himself from her and rose from the couch, reeling drunkenly. He walked over to the large oak desk and poured himself a glass of ice water from the glass pitcher on top and poured it down his throat, feeling the ice-cold water revive him and clear his head slightly. Pouring another glass for himself and one for Candice, he started again toward the couch where the naked beauty still lay on her stomach, moaning slightly. She looked beautiful as she lay there, covered with sweat and come, her hair tousled and wet, clinging to her forehead and back. Her long legs were behind her and held close together, as if she was trying to hold each drop of his come deep within her. Her arms were crossed in front of her face and her face was buried deep in her pillowed arms. He reached the couch and putting his water down, dipped his fingers into her glass and stroked the cool, refreshing water on the back of her neck. She seemed to revive slightly with this action and turned her head to him, her luminous green eyes misted, the pupils large and dark. They did not say a word to each other, and he put one hand on her face and cupped the curve of her jaw, feeling its firm shapeliness, and then bent down and kissed her long and hard. He handed her the glass of water and she raised it to her wet, parted lips and drank deeply, her breasts heaving with the rhythm of her panting. Her eyes peeked over the top of her glass, and again he found himself looking deeply into her eyes and something moving him and turning him on, and once again his crotch began to quiver and rise.
This chick is incredible, thought the interviewer, she's much too good for the Sen ... And then, as if stopping himself from having the mutinous thought, he looked away from her and stared at the rag.
Candice sensed this and raised herself up on one elbow. "Now, Baby," she purred. "Don't be shy now. You've only just sampled the appetizers. When are you going to get hungry for the main course?" With that she turned over on her back and spread her legs wide apart so that her still-wet pink cunt was in full view. The interviewer looked quickly up into her face and saw the lust in her crooked smile. He felt his cock reawaken and rise defiantly of his thoughts, and though he knew the dangers of forsaking his position as the Senator's subordinate, he once again only knew himself as a man. He looked down at her feet, dainty and shapely for a woman her size, and swept his eyes up the length of her body, stopping at each place and reminding himself, "That is mine." And each time he stopped he felt his cock rise another inch toward the ceiling and he knew that he had to relieve his lust, that he had to stick his tool deep inside that cunt, and that no Senator or even army would stop him.
Candice knew this. She knew her power over men. "Come here, Lover," she purred.
The interviewer climbed on the couch in front of Candice. Before him, opening like a flower, were the puffed pink lips of her dripping pussy. He knelt over her, savoring the sweet salt smell of her and began to kiss and lick her belly just above the line of her cunthair. Candice shifted her long legs onto his back and thrust her cunt upwards into his face. The interviewer looked for one short instant and then plunged in, licking and sucking the juices that ran freely into his mouth and down over his chin, mixing with the come still on the couch. He rolled his head back and forth into her, feeling the folds of her cunt. Candice was in uncontrollable ecstasy, she moaned and undulated, moving her legs back and forth behind the interviewer so that one side of her pussy and then the other rubbed against his chin. She put her fingers into her cunt so that he was eating them too, and then dripping with jism and saliva, she thrust them in his ears. He plunged into her like a madman, eating her, sucking her juices, and then suddenly got up and towered over her. Candice could see that his tremendous prick stood at full readiness, and before she could do anything he plunged the blood-gorged member into her.
Candice's legs stood straight out to the side and then over her head. She moaned "Oh, Baby, that's beautiful, that's it, yes!" The interviewer worked his cock into her and then rammed it in full force. Candice screamed with pleasure, clawing his back and searching out his mouth with hot, hungry kisses. He moved in and out of her with a frantic motion, pulling out until his cockhead was wrapped by her pussylips, and then plunging into her again. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and moved her hips in a circle, the feeling of her cunt milking him an unbelievable sensation. The muscles in Candice's pussy began to quiver and then tighten and the interviewer knew she was about to come. Priming her with a few short strokes, he rammed his prick in full length and Candice screamed and went limp in his arms. Again and again he used the same motion, a few short strokes and then full thrust and each time Candice came until he felt her come dripping on his legs and down her thighs.
Then, suddenly, he felt the most unbelievable sensation. It was as if someone were taking his prick and massaging it, starting at the base and working toward the tip. He moaned and looked down, expecting to see his cock out of Candice's pussy and her fingers around it. It was, however, still firmly lodged in her cunt. The feeling was unbelievable, unlike anything that he had ever before known. Time and time again he felt the fingers running up and down the length of his shaft and he felt his balls quicken with come.
It was Candice. She had learned of a special technique for control of her pussy muscles and she was giving the interviewer the full treatment. Each time she tightened and rippled her cunt she could hear him moan with delight and she knew that she was giving him the fuck of his life. There was an added bonus for her too, for each time she did it, she massaged her own clit so that she came again and again herself.
The interviewer was almost screaming now. Candice loved to hear men scream with the pleasure of her cunt. Men were always so cocksure with women. While the women screamed and whimpered, the men were always so quiet. Not so with Candice. She could get a man into a frenzy in a million ways.
The interviewer felt the rise of his come work its way up the shaft of his cock until it seemed to bulge to the breaking point, loaded with come. Then Candice tightened one last time at the base of his prick and moved quickly up until the gates opened and he flooded her with a stream of come, just as she herself came too in a scurry of gasps and moans.
They just lay there too exhausted to move. The sweat dripped from their bodies onto the couch and their breathing was loud and seemed almost painful. The interviewer could hardly see, much less get up. There were red, hazy spots before his eyes and his head pounded from an excess of blood. He tried to raise himself on his arms but he really wasn't sure whether they would be able to support him. He had completely forgotten who he was, or where he was, and was about to drift into sleep when a voice filled the room.
"Miss Staunton will do just fine, Richard," came the crisp, authoritarian voice of Senator Hughes. "Please show her to my office."
Chapter Two
Candice started when she heard the voice over the intercom. Then ... the Senator must have been watching the whole thing! Candice was certainly not naive, but still the realization came as a shock to her. She looked down at Richard, the interviewer. He was only now regaining his composure. They both dressed quickly and Richard led her into the hallway.
"It's the last door, all the way at the end. Knock and go in. The Senator will be waiting."
"You won't be coming?" Candice asked.
"No," said Richard. "I'm going to get some sleep."
"Lucky you," she said. "Listen, that was really good loving. I hope to see you again some time."
"In a week you'll forget I ever existed." Richard said, a note of sadness in his voice. "You're in the big time now." And then he shut the door to the office.
Candice passed all the closed doors in the long, dimly lit hallway. Coming to the last one, marked "Private," she knocked softly and turned the doorknob.
Senator Hughes, a tall, well built man in his early fifties sat behind a beautiful mahogany desk. On the paneled office walls hung some paintings, all of the originals. There was again a large, plush couch, very similar to the one in Richard's office but even nicer. And there were three phones on the Senator's desk, one regular, one titled with the Senator's, home state, and one marked "White House."
Senator Hughes rose as Candice came in. "Please come in, Miss Staunton," he said, indicating a chair in front of the desk. "You passed the first part of your examination. Now we shall see how you do on the second part." He got up and walked around the desk.
Candice quickly sat down in the chair. She looked long and hard at the Senator. She had often seen him on television, but now in the flesh she found that she was extremely attracted to him.
"Now, Miss Staunton," continued Senator Hughes, "you are in a world right now that few are ever privileged to see. You will be mingling socially with the most powerful men of our time. If you are good the rewards will be great. If you are not you will be quickly discarded. Do you understand?"
Candice nodded weakly.
"Good," said the Senator. "Now let me help you off with your clothes."
In a moment she was naked again and her magnificent body was having the desired effect on the Senator. Fie undressed carefully and when he too was naked she noted that the Senator had a fine, youthful physique, tan from the sun, with well-developed muscles from swimming daily. He walked around the room, closing windows, but all the time he had a magnificent hard-on.
These are strange men, thought Candice, who won't even allow themselves to feel like men unless they just can't control themselves any more. Candice also noted that the Senator always walked calmly and perfectly erect, just like you saw him on television. She wondered how long it would be until she could reduce him to a moaning mass of flesh just like she had Richard.
"One of your most important tasks will be the gathering of top-secret classified information," came the Senator's voice, breaking Candice's reverie. "To test your talent in this I want you to take dictation while I try to, er, distract you." He handed her a stenographer's pad and a pencil, then turned to his desk and switched on the tape recorder. The recording of the Senator's voice filled the room. He was making a speech about the need for a National Health Plan. Candice knew shorthand and began to take down the speech word for word. She concentrated on the Senator's voice, when suddenly she felt the Senator's fingers probing the lips of her cunt. She straightened and tried to block it out of her mind, trying to keep concentrating on the job that she had to do.
The Senator, meanwhile, almost chuckled out loud. He had done this a hundred times before to a thousand willing beauties, and only a few of them had passed the test. Mostly his finger had excited them and in a few seconds they had thrown away the pad and begged him to fuck them. In these situations the Senator had gotten well laid, but had not gotten a new filly for his stable. Either way, he thought, glancing up at Candice's full breasts and flowing blonde mane. Either way, I'm going to enjoy it.
He moved his finger into her deftly and deliberately. He let his fingers stroke up and down the swollen labia of her pussy and felt it grow wet and hot with his strokes. On each up and down stroke he allowed his fingers to brush past the budding, growing clit, and each time he did, Candice gyrated her hips a little in answer to his strokes. He heard a small moan come from her, and wondered how she was doing with her dictation. Glancing up, he could see that she had filled one page and was rapidly filling another.
"Well," he said aloud. This chick's all right, he thought. Maybe we'll try something a little more difficult. He got down on his knees in front of her, Candice kept writing. With both hands he pushed her knees apart and plunged his face into the dripping, saltsweet pussy. He pushed the lips apart with his fingers and studied the insides. The clit was growing now, a miniature prick, rising out of the folds of the pink slit. The Senator bent down and placed his mouth among the mounting juices and the swelling clit. Taking the clit into his mouth, he sucked on it gently, moving his head back and forth, letting his lips brush the roughened walls at the base of the cuntlips. The pussy juice flowed freely down his chin. He tasted and smelled the unmistakable cunt-flavor, half flower garden and half the sea at low tide.
Candice, meanwhile, was beginning to lose her composure. Each time the Senator's head brushed past her clit she wanted to grab hold of his head and push it against her twat, to force his tongue deeper and deeper inside her. The sounds of the tape recording were beginning to blur and fade with the Senator's ministrations, and it was becoming harder and harder to concentrate. She knew that those lips that were now caressing her cuntlips and slit were the same lips that had addressed the hallowed halls of Congress, the same lips that had spoken with the President. The knowledge of this and the sensations of the Senator's skillful pussy-sucking were driving her wild and both of them knew it. Candice had to hold out, her whole future rode in the balance, and yet she wondered how much longer she could. Her nipples grew hard and erect and her breasts screamed to be sucked. She wanted to feel the Senator's hot prick up her snatch, to feel the pressure tearing the walls of her cunt apart. But still she held on.
The Senator was not immune either. As the cunt juices flowed over him, his cock grew hard and ready. The cunt he was sucking was long past the point it would willingly take his cock whole, width to shaft, and in his mind he too could feel those cuntwalls milking him dry. The blood rose in his cock until it was the most magnificent hard-on that he had ever had. He could feel it bulge and lengthen until it seemed to be not a part of him, but rather something outside of his body with a mind of its own. The scent of the dripping pussy was driving him insane. And each time he looked up into Candice's beautiful face, half whore and half angel, he felt the urge to scream, "Stop this awful charade! A good fucking is what we both want!" But still he kept on sucking her. A tremendous moan rose in Candice's throat, and she could not' hold it back. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Stop sucking and give me what I want!"
It was as if she had read the Senator's mind and screamed exactly what he too was thinking. No wonder Richard was so taken with her, thought the Senator. Both of Candice's hands were occupied, one on the pencil and the other holding the stenographer's pad. Though she kept up the accurate steno, she could only think of the Senator's cock and his beautiful, powerful eyes that had withered so much legislation on the floor of the Senate. Then, as if in an answer to a prayer, the tape ended abruptly and her test was over.
The Senator's voice was husky and full of passion. "Your test is over, Miss Staunton," he breathed. "And as I promised, now you will get your reward!"
Candice almost climaxed right there when she heard this, for she immediately knew what the Senator meant. She threw the steno book aside and tried to stand, but the Senator's face was still deeply locked in her pussy. He nibbled at the inner basewalls of her pussy lips and drank deeply of her flowing juices. Then he slid quickly erect, stroking his tongue up the entire length of her body as he rose. When he reached her breasts, he took one entirely in his mouth and with his free hand tautly grabbed the nipple of the other. Candice moaned deeply and slid her hands down the length of the Senator's back, reaching his ass and cupping the cheeks, pulling them close to her moist, hot pussy and rhythmically moving her hips. Her pussy lips sat on top of the Senator's blood-gorged cock and the two of them moved together. Candice's cunt moved up and down the top of the Senator's cock and he felt the come already beginning to build in his taut scrotum. He sucked her breast hard and fast, taking all of it inside his mouth, letting it slowly come out and then quickly, almost brutally, sucking it in again. Candice felt the blood pound in her head and the lights slowly go out. She moaned and every muscle in her body stiffened at once. She threw back her head and shook it violently, while she came and came, the come dripping over the Senator's penis and onto the fine shag rug on the floor of the office. The Senator had all he could do to keep from shooting his wad right there and then, just from watching Candice's incredible orgasm. He lifted the dripping beauty in his arms and carried her over to the couch. He gently laid her down and took a moment to look at her. Like Richard, he swept his eyes the length of her, up the firm, muscular thighs of the long, bronze legs, past the drippy pussy to the firm belly with a little nipple in the center of her navel, to the firm, large, heaving breasts and to the beautiful, doll-like face, now with the eyes closed, the pink tongue bathing the lips, the tousled, sweaty blonde hair. In a minute he was on top of her and inside her. Just as he had imagined, Candice's pussy was tight and hot, and from the very moment of entry, the sensation was as though he was just about to come. Candice lifted her legs up and onto his shoulders and spun her hips in a circle. The Senator's blood began to boil and rise within him. Candice could only think of the cock within her. She searched out the Senator's mouth and kissed him hungrily, tasting her cunt in his mouth, smelling her pussy all over his face.
The Senator began an incredible rhythm of two short strokes and one long, deep one. Candice came again and again. Never had she been fucked by such a masterful cocksman before. She had had young studs of all types in her pussy in her long and active sex life, and just a few minutes before, with Richard, had had the largest cock imaginable. But never before had she had a man who seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and exactly how to do it. No wonder this man was famous and powerful, she thought. He'd get my vote any day. The Senator answered her thoughts by quickening his pace. He shorted the short stroke of his motion until he was hardly inside her at all, just teasing her pussy with the head of his lovely cock. Her cunt lips wrapped around the head of the Senator's prick, the pursed lips of her pussy raising the come of his cock. Then he plunged deeply into her and felt himself pass layer upon layer of the folds of Candice's female hole. Candice yelped and clutched at his ass, gyrating her hips wildly about. Her feet kicked in the air as if she was riding a bicycle. The Senator continued his rhythm, two short and one long. With each of the short strokes, Candice was able to move and think, to kiss the senator or to snake her long fingernails down his back. But with the long stroke there was nothing, nothing that she could do but to widen her legs even further and to try to ride the massive prick that was splitting her.
Candice responded to the Senator as if they were one person. Then she decided to use her ace-in-the-hole. Gathering all of her concentration, she began the maneuver that had driven so many men, including Richard, crazy. The Senator felt something on his cock that made him break his rhythm for a moment, and a look of unendurable ecstasy crossed his face. They both lay there, hardly moving, while Candice manipulated the walls of her cunt to pass along the Senator's cock all of the pleasure that he had so willingly given to her. Though he did nothing to bring it on, the inner movements of Candice's pussy drained the Senator's testicles of every ounce of jism that they could produce, and sent it streaming up the Senator's prick until it felt as though it was about to explode.
"Candice, Candice," he moaned. "I've never felt anything like ... oh, Candy ... Baby ... Your cunt feels like ... Oh, Candice!"
Suddenly the Senator began to move wildly about inside of her, his careful rhythm gone. Candice felt his cock stiffen and grow even larger as it filled with his hot come. Then, with a cry, the Senator raised himself on his arms and shot a wad of hot, sticky jism that seemed to Candice to split her apart. The Senator kept up his wild undulating, and with each thrust he would loose another stream of spunk until it dribbled out of her and onto the couch. Finally, with a gasp, the Senator spent the last of his wad and crumpled in a heap on top of Candice.
She had one last vision of the Senator's salt and pepper hair lying on top of her shoulder and of the fine, paneled office, and, her eyes slits with exhaustion and ecstasy, crumbled herself and fell asleep.
When she awoke the Senator was gone and the morning light crept in from beneath the bottom of the curtains. She realized, in an instant, that someone was knocking at the door. She jumped up with a start and a piece of paper fluttered off her chest onto the floor. "Just a minute!" she called out, and looked desperately around the room for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. Candice was truly frightened. What if someone should come in and see her like this? Would it ruin the Senator's career and her chances for a good job? Should she open the door? How stupid of her to have spoken! She should've hidden in the closet or the bathroom and let the person think that there was no one here!
"C'mon, Candice. Open the door!"
He knew her name! She padded over to the door. "Who is it?" she asked, incredulously.
"It's Richard! Will you open up?"
Richard! Her body felt slack from her relief. She opened the door and Richard, the interviewer, walked quickly in, closing the door behind him. "Who did you think it was?" he asked, taking in Candice's naked form.
"I didn't know, Richard," she answered. "But I'm sure glad it's you!"
"Oh," he said. "Then you never read the Senator's note." He reached onto the floor and picked it up, handing it to Candice. The note said: "You are well qualified to work with our staff and I am happy to offer you a job in our organization. I decided not to wake you, and since you have to report for work at 9 anyway, I thought it best to let you get your beauty sleep, though obviously you don't need it. I'm also having your clothes cleaned and Richard will bring you them in the morning. He'll tell you about the toilet facilities available. I'll see you in a few days at the office." It wasn't signed, obviously.
Candice looked back at Richard. He was staring hard at her, just like he had the night before. Though her pussy still felt sore from the ordeal that it had recently gone through, she remembered Richard's massive cock and her desire for him began to reawaken. The bulge in his pants told her that he was not aloof any longer, either.
"Richard ... " she began.
"Forget it," he said. "I know what you're thinking and I feel the same way. But it's against regulations. Senator Hughes does not want me to become attached to anyone in the staff. He says it would make me less efficient. And with you I know he's right."
Candice hid her disappointment. She wanted to learn all there was to know about this crazy political life before she went around breaking any rules. And after fucking was out of her mind, all she could think about was a bath.
"C'mon," said Richard, taking her by the hand. "I'll show you where the ladies' room is."
Obediently, Candice followed him. He took her through the back door of the Senator's room, and into a corridor with a number of doors off it. Since they were alone, she felt no need to dress. Richard pointed to one of the doors, and hung her clothes on a hook outside of it. Then he turned on his heels, and with a sigh, left Candice alone in the corridor. Candice turned the doorknob and went in. The room was reminiscent of a Roman bath, complete with a sunken tub in the center. The tub was so huge that it looked more like a swimming pool. There was a golden cherub at one end of the tub holding a tilted urn, from which the water of the tub ran out. There was a screen at one end and Candice could see the outline of a person behind it. She wondered who it could be and what was going to happen to her next.
Suddenly the person behind the screen walked out. It was a beautiful Polynesian girl, with a gorgeous olive complexion and long, straight black hair that hung down to her waist. She was naked, as was Candice.
"Oh, hi," said the girl, noticing her. "Richard told us that the Senator was hiring someone new. You must be Candice."
"Oh, yes," murmured Candice, staring at the girl's body. Candice had never thought much about being with a woman before, but the highly charged atmosphere of the place, together with the fact that she hadn't stopped fucking for two minutes since she stepped in, gave her thoughts new directions.
Candice's turn on was obviously not lost on the Polynesian girl. "I'm Layla," she purred. "I'll be working with you, you know, breaking you in."
Candice's pussy whimpered at the obvious references of Layla's words. She stared at the girl across from her. Layla was a stunning child-woman. Her eyes were like dark almonds and her red mouth was full and beckoning. Her body was also beautiful, with full, soft breasts and narrow hips, almost like a boy's. She was petite, only about 5'2", as compared to Candice's height. She moved forward and put one small, brown hand on Candice's shoulder. "So you've never been with a woman before," she said sultrily. "Then this is going to be a special treat."
Layla slid her hand down across Candice's throat to her breast and lightly fingered the nipple. It grew taut and painfully erect. All the time Layla was whispering encouragements and compliments on Candice's beauty.
"You have beautiful breasts," she whispered. "You have a beautiful woman-body. Do you like mine? Men can give us pleasure, but it takes a woman to give another woman that special pleasure. Do you know what I mean?"
Candice whimpered softly, as Layla took her firm nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it, drawing the growing sweat from Candice's excitement also, tasting the salty sweetness of Candice's flesh. Layla placed her other hand on the blonde girl's hip and began to knead the flesh. Candice, in response, placed her other hand in the cunt of the smaller girl, sliding one finger effortlessly into her. Layla was already wet from the job that she was doing on Candice. Candice found it hard to control herself any longer and with a grunt was firmly against Layla, her breasts riding just about at the level of Layla's mouth as she continued to suck them. She had meant to try to get Layla on her back so that she could taste the lotus-petal softness of her dripping pussy, but Candice forgot where she was and when she tried to position herself firmly for the move, her foot slipped on the edge of the tub and both Candice and Layla, still embraced, tumbled over the edge.
The water insured a soft landing. In fact, it was a sensual delight to go headlong into the warm sudsy water. Candice found that the tub had different heights of water in different places, and that if she stood in the center of the water was practically up to her waist, and even higher on Layla. They both could not control their humor over the ridiculous situation and in a second these two sensual animals were reduced to giggling schoolgirls. They hugged each other and laughed. Candice felt a closeness for Layla as well as desire, and she immediately realized what the younger and smaller beauty had meant when she spoke of "special pleasures between two women." Quickly, her hand was back on Layla's cunt, caressing the sweet folds, slippery from the soapy water. Layla's fingers found Candice's asshole, and likewise lubricated, slid in. The two girls were impaled in each other in the steamy atmosphere of the tub. They kissed each other deeply and powerfully.
"Oh, Layla!" screamed Candice. "You know what to do to make me come."
Layla continued to stroke lovingly Candice's warm wet body with her free hand. Her mouth sucked harder on Candice's nipple, so hard that Candice was afraid that it would come off. With the finger up Candice's ass, Layla began to move it slowly in and out of her. Layla could feel the puckered outside of Candice's bumhole. Then she would plunge her finger into Candice's asshole again and feel the hole open up and grow hot. All the time Candice was moaning and rotating her full, round hips.
Candice fingered Layla's twat deeper and deeper in response. She ran her fingers ticklingly over the lips, plunging deeper and causing Layla to almost shriek. Then she found the rubbery knob of Layla's clit. It was budding out from the folds of her pussy like a small flower bud trying to open. Candice concentrated on the love bud and catching it between her first and middle fingers, rolled it slowly back and forth. Layla moaned "Oh, yes ... yes ... Right there!" Candice could feel the urgency in the younger girl's undulations. Layla rotated her hips faster and faster on Candice's frigging finger until Candice's whole hand seemed to disappear into the pink, dripping slit between Layla's legs, She spun her hips crazily as Layla's free hand left Candice's back and began rubbing her tit again. Then Layla lifted one leg so that the knee of that leg was against Candice's hot hole and began to massage it. She stood there, her balance remarkable, with one finger in Candice's asshole, another on her tits and her knee masturbating Candice's cunt. Both girls grew wild and moved faster and faster in stimulating each other. Then they both screamed and wet each other's hands with their dripping come, finally falling again into the water.
Both floated around the warm water, not opening their eyes, lost first in the fury and then in the ebb of their fantastic orgasms. Never had Candice felt, at once, both so close to a person, and in such great desire of her. She floated on her back, watching the suds rise and form small clouds around her still-hard nipples. Layla also floated, the same look of complete peace and satisfaction on her face as well. Then Layla rose from the water, walked over to a hidden closet behind the dressing screen and returned with two velveteen towels. "Come out of the water and let me dry you, Beautiful," she said and Candice obeyed. In a minute Layla was caressing Candice's body with her heavenly towel. First she dried Candice's breasts and then, moving lower and lower down, dried each part of Candice's body, murmuring compliments and planting kisses on Candice's breasts, cunt, ass and feet. Then Candice did the same for her. Suddenly, the two of them heard a noise and looked to see a shadow behind the second dressing screen in the far corner of the room.
Candice and Layla crouched and then padded softly over to it. They reached the screen, positioned themselves on either side of it, and then jumped back to see who could be behind it. Sitting there was Richard, his head thrown back, come staining his shirt and the legs of his pants, between which his cock lay, now limp and throbbing. He had been masturbating as he watched the girls make love. They looked at each other and smiled. "Poor Richard," said Layla.
"He's so horny and he can't touch any of us. It's not really fair. And not fair to us, either!" she said pointing to Richard's tremendous cock, the come still on the puckered hole at the tip.
Candice suddenly had an idea. "Wait a minute, Layla. Richard can't stick that beautiful prick into us because the Senator is afraid that he'll become involved with one of us, right?" Layla nodded. "But what about the both of us. No one can fall in love with two women at once!"
A smile spread across Layla's face. She could have argued the finer philosophical points of Candice's argument, but glancing at Richard's cock, which was beginning to rise with Candice's words, she decided to accept Candice's argument at face value.
"First we must clean him off," said Candice and bent down and began to lick the come from Richard's prick. Richard tried to stand to escape from the girls rather than risk the wrath and censure of the Senator, but the firm pressure of Layla's arms on his shoulders kept him seated. Layla's tits wove right in front of his face and he looked up at them waving back and forth like a pendulum. Layla was one of the secretaries that Richard always wanted to fuck, for she was the first and most loyal of the Senator's staff. When she had applied for her job Richard had not been "interviewer." Now as he looked up at her heaving brown breasts, with her taut nipples only inches from his mouth, he felt that old need come back to his consciousness. Layla's cunt was almost bare, and from where he was sitting he could see the slit of her twat. Watching Candice lick Richard's massive organ was really turning her on and suddenly Richard could see her cuntlips moisten and beckon him. He knew it was breaking his most important regulation, to fuck one of the secretaries when not specifically ordered to, but the sight of Layla's twat was too much.
Candice, sucking his cock, felt it growing hard within her mouth. Looking up, she saw the strain on Richard's face and knew that he was only seconds away from breaking and grabbing the two of them and fucking them both silly. And if anyone could do it, Richard could.
Richard reached up with his hands and grabbed Layla's breasts, almost tearing them off her. "I've wanted you from the minute I set eyes on you!" he said in a frenzy. "And now I'm going to have you!"
Richard's cock was now almost full-sized and Candice had to work to keep all of it in her mouth. Richard was tearing at Layla's tits now, forcing one and then the other, into his mouth. Layla moaned and writhed. After a sign from Layla, Candice took it out of her mouth and Layla straddled Richard's cock, and then in one deft motion, she was sitting on it. She lowered herself slowly onto the massive organ, feeling it tear her tight pussy walls aside as it plunged deeper and deeper with each of her undulations. Layla moaned in a mixture of ecstasy and pain. She could feel Richard's hot breath on her chest and neck. She could see the sweat pour down the sides of his temples as her hot, tight pussy, steaming with lust and desire, drove him to higher and higher levels of sensuality. Candice watched the two of them fucking with fascination. Layla's ass seemed to rise and fall with each of her moans and each time Layla settled at her low point, with Richard's cock deep inside her, Candice strained to see Richard's face. His face was deeply lined, with the rut and the sight of it, and the smell of fucking turned Candice on until her hand found her own pussy. She reached down between the lips and found her budding clit. Her eyes were firmly transfixed on the fuck scene in front of her. Unaware of anything but the two steaming bodies putting on their show for her, she rubbed her clit and felt the blood slowly rise into her head until she too was moaning and writhing her hips.
The sight of her was not lost on Richard. "Come here!" he ordered, and again Candice automatically obeyed. Richard lay on his back and Layla shifted backward so that her hands were on the floor behind her. "Sit on my face. Stick your twat on my face!" said Richard, and Candice did not need prodding. She straddled over him, her pussy wet from her own masturbation. She lowered herself onto him and Richard's tongue shot out and began to lick Candice's pussy with long swaths of his tongue. He tasted her again, and with the delicious tang of Candice's cunt came the memories of the night before, now being reenacted on his bulging prick by Layla's ministrations. Candice moved her hips in a circular motion, plunging her frothing slit deeper and deeper onto Richard's outstretched tongue until she wondered how he could breathe.
Richard was filled with unbearable sensations. His cock, milked by the tight cunt of Layla, racked his body with waves of pleasure, and the smells and taste of Candice's twat, nestled firmly on his face, brought his mind to an incredible mental turn-on. Candice felt Layla's fingers scraping her back and she turned around and looked at her. Layla's face showed clearly that the petite Polynesian girl was in another world. The nipples on her breasts stood taut and erect and her come dripped from her pussy onto Richard's pants and mingled with the jism stains from his own semen.
Candice felt her orgasm rising from deep within her, and from the sounds of the other two, they were not far away. Layla had begun to swing frantically back and forth, rocking Richard's huge come-filled prick deep within her with each thrust. He was answering her own motions with a deep thrust each time she came down on him, and he began to twist and move his neck to push himself deep into Candice's pussy, taking the clit in between his teeth and nibbling at it gently.
Candice was the first to come, stiffening and pouring her cunt juices all over the face of the supine Richard. In a second Richard began to shoot his load, and feeling the hot come splitting her, Layla also came, her pussy walls tightening and squeezing the last ounces of jism from Richard's prick.
The three of them collapsed in a panting heap. Suddenly Richard got up and stepped into the hot water of the tub. Candice and Layla dutifully followed and the three of them scrubbed each other down. The three felt as though they were fellow criminals, all having broken the sternest of the Senator's laws. They all knew that they would be immediately fired if anyone found out, and the knowledge that they had done this wrong together bound them fast. Candice knew that she had two friends on the staff.
Richard was the first out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around himself and left the tub room, saying that he had some spare clothes in the Senator's office. Layla stayed a few more minutes and then got up to leave. Dressing in a beautiful silk dress and sandals, with no underwear, she told Candice to wait a few minutes and relax and then come into the main office. Candice closed her eyes and half dozed, thinking of the days to come. She wondered what sort of adventures the job would have if this was the beginning. She would soon find out.
Chapter Three
Candice walked down the long, fluorescent-lit corridor, back through the Senator's office and out into the paneled hallway. She felt wonderful and eager to meet whatever challenges her new job would bring. In the hallway Candice saw Richard talking with another staffer. He looked the way she had first seen him when he had scheduled her for the interview. Richard was funny. In the sack he would buck and moan like a stallion, but in this situation he was restrained and stern. Candice passed him and he didn't even give her a looking-over. Now that's wrong, thought Candice; if he didn't want to act suspiciously, he should have ogled me like he wanted to tear off my panties right now.
She turned the corner and heard the clatter of typewriters in an office off to the left. Now that's where I probably have to go.
The office was large and well-lit. There were about twenty desks in it and behind each one sat a girl as stunning as Candice and Layla. The Senator obviously screened his applicants accurately. Layla sat behind a desk in the corner. She glanced up and saw Candice enter and rose from her chair. "Oh, hi Candice!" she called from the other end of the room. The typewriter clatter stopped abruptly and all of the girls looked up. "Girls," announced Layla, "I'd like you all to meet Miss Candice Staunton. She's just been hired with the Senator's personal approval, and I'd like everyone to go out of their way to make her feel welcome until she gets accustomed to our way of doing things."
All the girls smiled. "Hi!" said Candice brightly. Layla walked over to her and pointed to an empty desk by the window. "That'll be your place," she said. "You won't have anything official to do this morning, just get yourself relaxed. Relaxation is very important around here, as you probably already know." She gave Candice's arm a playful squeeze. "If you need anything, just let me know. Your desk has all your supplies in it. Why don't you start by writing a letter to a friend? It'll get you used to the typewriter. In the afternoon, after lunch, we'll have some work for you."
"OK," said Candice. "Thanks. That sounds great."
In a moment she was behind her desk daydreaming. She glanced around the office. None of the girls seemed to be working really very hard. It looked more like they were typing things up at a leisurely pace, like they were writing fiction, rather than taking down dictation. She looked at the walls. They were a sort of pale gold sanitex, and the moldings of the room were painted a deep brown wood stain. The windows had beautiful floor-length drapes. Candice knew that these curtains served more than aesthetics. If an orgy broke out in here, she reasoned, they would make a very effective camouflage.
She glanced around at the walls. There was a sign by the main door to the hallway that had three fishes on it, a large fish eating a smaller fish which was, in turn, eating a still smaller fish. The motto underneath read: "AIN'T NO SUCH THING AS A FREE LUNCH." Another was a familiar poster of a kitten holding onto a cross bar for dear life. Beneath that read: "Hang in there, Baby. It's almost five o'clock!" And finally, by the rear entrance, hung the strangest of all. There on the wall was a horse's feedbag tacked so that it created a mail chute. And below was a hand printed sign that read: "For the Senator's kittens." Someone had scratched out the word "kittens" and written in its place "pussy." As Candice lazily watched the other girls, one put the letter she was typing into an envelope and walked over and placed it in the feedbag. The feedbag bulged with letters.
Candice's thoughts turned to her own past. She was so glad that she was pretty, because, looking around, it occurred to her that there was no other way that she could ever have hoped to get the job. She had always made a favorable impression on men. She could remember her old schooldays when she could turn a teacher's stern admonition into a sexy smile just by a jut of her hips and a pouty look. Although sometimes it took a little more persuasion. There was this one time when she was caught cutting class by a teacher when she was in high school. He had taken her into his room late that afternoon, after everyone had gone home. She remembered the emptiness of the schoolroom and the shadows cast by the setting sun. There the teacher had berated her for cutting class and told her that she must be punished so that she would never do it again. She had tried to seduce the teacher with her fluttery expressions into letting her go home, but he told her that she must have something to remember, or that she would surely do it again. He ordered her to come over to him. The teacher was middle-aged and had quite a belly, and when he sat in the high-backed wooden chair in front of the desk, his belly dipped onto his lap. Still, rising from the base of the belly, Candice could see that he had quite a hard-on. Candice moistened her lips at the sight of his rising prick. The teacher ordered her to lie across his lap and when she did, he lifted her skirt up to her hips and pulled down her panties. Knowing that her naked ass and twat were present to the teacher made Candice have a rush of desire. She shifted herself on the teacher's lap so that his prick was positioned almost between her legs.
The teacher raised his hand above her firm young schoolgirl's ass and brought it down with a resounding SLAP! Candice's asscheeks reddened slightly and she squirmed with discomfort. "Don't try to get away young lady," said the teacher. "You'll have to take your medicine!" Again and again the teacher's hand rose and fell on the beautiful bare ass of the writhing schoolgirl. Her asscheeks reddened further and grew tender, and each slap brought little yelps of pain with it. She begged the teacher to stop.
"Oh, please," she cried. "You can do anything that you want with me, only please stop slapping me. Oh, my ass hurts so bad." And it was true. Turning around for a look, Candice saw that her ass was, indeed, a bright crimson. When she said this, she felt the teacher's cock grow even harder. It had worked it's way between her legs and was now rubbing the base of her pussy as she undulated on the teacher's lap. Her pussy grew wet, and suddenly she felt the slaps stop and the teacher bend down and begin to nibble the bare, reddened asscheeks. She was happy that the pain had subsided, but she wondered at the sight of this potbellied, middle-aged teacher ravaging her at his will. She thought of her boyfriend, Jack McTeague, captain of the football team, and wondered what he would do to the teacher if he found out. The teacher, meanwhile, had worked his way down between her legs and was rimming her. His tongue circled her pursed bumhole. Candice had wild fleeting sensations that made her quiver on the teacher's lap, each quiver rubbing his protruding cock firmly against her clit, causing even more fleeting feelings.
She was thoroughly wet now, her tight, young pussy pouring forth its cunt juices freely. While the teacher still licked her asshole, he reached his other hand between her legs and began fingering her swollen twat. Candice moaned and twisted on the teacher's lap. The teacher's breathing grew hoarse and hurried. He fingered her faster and licked her harder, forcing his tongue into her ass and making Candice feel like she was being raided from all directions. Suddenly Candice felt her pussy walls tighten on the finger of the teacher and a gigantic orgasm rise within her.
"Oh, fuck me!" she literally screamed. "Take your finger out of my cunt and stick your prick in, Teacher, oh please, fuck me or I shall die!"
The teacher spoke in hoarse gasps, "Miss Staunton, you shall take your punishment as prescribed!" And with that he continued his ministrations until Candice could take no more, She jumped up from his lap and grabbed wildly at his cock, still in his pants. The teacher grabbed her hands. "Now, Miss Staunton, get dressed and go home. Your punishment is completed.
"Oh, please fuck me, why won't you? Don't you want me? Look at my body!" And with that, she tore her dress all the way over her head and ripped off her bra and panties. The sight was almost too much for the teacher. Before him, this breathtaking body of the young maiden, her nipples hard and ready and her pussy soaked with desire. At 17, Candice was at the ultimate of her young beauty, her body a step away from womanhood, and fresh, untouched ...
But the teacher had his convictions. "Go home Miss Staunton," he said sternly and finally. "It is your punishment not to be fucked." Candice started to weep. The humiliation of this physically undesirable man getting her to beg him to fuck her, and then refusing her, was almost too much for her to bear. She dressed, sobbing, and left the teacher with a promise that she would be good in the future.
As she left the classroom her pussy felt unbelievable. The yearning for a stiff prick shoved up it was a sensation that Candice had never felt before in her young life. She had wanted to be fucked for a long time, but her boyfriend Jack McTeague had always refused to recognize her subtle hints. She knew it was because of the unwritten sportsman's code, that any girl was fair-game except for your steady girlfriend. She knew that Jack would not fuck her because he respected her, but she had always hoped that he would love her a little more and respect her a little less. She loved Jack's strong young body. More than once, when she had gone to the beach with him, they had lain together on the sand, and with her arms firmly around his strong muscular shoulders, she had shifted her position so that her crotch was right up against his. She had felt the desire well up within him, as his breathing grew labored and his cock grew hard, but he always pulled himself away from her and jumped into the ice-cold ocean when things got too intense. She knew that he wasn't a virgin, as was she. But every time she had wanted him, he had denied himself to her. She wasn't up for his bullshit right now. She wanted to get fucked and that's all there was to it.
She walked around the school, feeling as though she were a cat on the prowl. And she knew she was, a she-cat in heat, looking for a Tom to end her awful desire. But the only boys she saw in the hallway were the intellectual types, horned-rimmed nerds from the math club or Student Council. She wanted a massive pair of shoulders hugging her and strong thighs driving a cock deep within her aching pussy. She wanted someone who would tear her maidenhead out of her without a second's reflection. She didn't want someone to be gentle and loving with her. She wanted to be ravaged.
The old janitor looked at her strangely as she passed, and she knew that he knew what she wanted. It's funny how old men always seem to know, she thought. Not that it could do them any good. She walked the halls, her pussy still painfully in need of a good fucking.
Suddenly a smell hit her. She could not identify it at first. If her pussy had been painful before smelling this smell, now it screamed in agony. It seemed as though this smell caused every sensor in her entire nervous system to come awake and alive and beg for caresses, for love. Her nipples grew erect at the smell of it and her pussy began to drip again. She turned the corner of the hallway and realized what the smell was. It was the smell of sweat and grime from young male bodies pushing themselves to the very limits of their endurance. It was the smell of the aggression of men, of their combat and vying for a place at the top of the stamping herd. Unexpectantly, Candice had wandered to the very door of the boys' locker room.
It was early October and a sultry autumn evening. A haze stood around the entranceway of the locker room, smelling strongly of the rut. As female deer are maddened by the smell of burst rut saks on their challenging bucks, so did the smell of the place madden Candice with desire. She wandered in, expecting to be caught and pushed out, but the place inside was empty. Empty, that is, except for that maddening odor. She walked among the lines of lockers, looking at the under-things thrown haphazardly around. Rut-scented jockstraps hung like so many golden apples before her. Her cunt blazed with wants. She imagined a cock inside of each of the straps, that, like a dildo, she could take firmly in hand and plunge deep into her screaming pussy. She was on fire. Without even realizing it, as she walked around the locker room, she was slowly shedding her clothes. Finally, she was completely naked, the saltsweet odor of her own yearning pussy mingling with the rut-odor of the young bucks who were outside practicing their mock warfare.
As she wandered around, she began to take things that were hanging up off the lockers and the walls and rub them against the swollen lips of her cunt. She rubbed old sweatsocks against her firm, young breasts and jockstraps through the space between her legs. She came again and again, the odors mingling on her. The smell of her own cunt and the rut-soaked items that she rubbed on herself was such that, had there been a dog around, it would've had to be shot to keep it from humping her.
She wandered through to the back door and looked out. The sight that she saw drove her immediately back to her senses. From the far corner of the field, from where the fifty-odd members of the football team had gone to do their final maneuvers, they were sprinting toward the door of the locker room, Practice was over. Candice felt a rush of panic. What if they should find her here like this? What would they think? She knew that if she was found, it would be the end of her relationship with Jack. There was no time for her to try and escape, her clothes were scattered all over the room. She would hide! She ran into the shower room and turned on all of the taps, steaming the place up. The hot water seemed to loosen her up and again her mind drifted, and she almost didn't hear the cursing playfulness of the young athletes returning from their day in the field.
She imagined all of the boys dressing, cramming their cocks into the jockstraps that she had just rubbed against her hot pussy. She almost came again at the thought. And so, masked by the steaming hot water, she rubbed her pussy and sat, drifting out of the situation.
She was brought back into it by rough, jeering voices. "Hey, look it what I found!" said one.
"Yes," continued another, "a nice piece of twat just waiting for us."
A third called out, "Hey boys! Someone's brought us something for working out so hard today!"
Candice looked up at the strong, naked bodies of the football players. Gazing at her young and nubile flesh, each of them sported a hard-on, just like so many flagpoles. She was thoroughly petrified, and yet, seeing the hard-ons brought her desires back to the surface. She tried to get up out was roughly pushed back down onto the slippery tile floor. Before she knew it, every boy on the team was crowded into the shower.
"C'mon boys!" yelled one. "Soap her up!" In a minute the football players were all over Candice, rubbing her with the shower soaps. She felt their strong hands running all over her body, flattening her breasts, passing between the cheeks of her ass. Every hole in her body begged, for a cock. She slid around on the slippery floor while twenty boys stood over her in the steamy shower rooms, rubbing their cocks on her and soaping her up like madmen, while thirty more watched. For one small second she wondered where Jack was, whether he would see the spectacle and come running up, and like Sir Galahad, rescue her from the gang bang that she knew would take place. Little did she realize that Jack was, in fact, outside, helping the coach collect the equipment and put it away. He was still a good ten minutes from the door of the locker room.
The soaping was driving her insane. She moaned and begged to be let go, but in her heart she knew that what she wanted was each of those fifty cocks shoved up her creaming pussy. Suddenly she began to scream, "Fuck me! All of you! Fuck me up the ass and up the cunt and everywhere!" The boy's heard this and stopped for a second. They couldn't believe their ears. Here was this girl being ravaged by fifty of them, and she wanted to take all of them on. And it wasn't like this girl was a whore or a dog. She was a nice piece of beautiful young woman flesh who wanted them, wanted them all. Some of the boys shot their load at the sound of Candice's begging's alone.
Two of the boys wrenched her legs apart and Ray Torrero, a huge hairy Italian, with a cock like a baseball bat, readied himself, soaping up his huge organ. "OK, Baby," he yelled hysterically. "You want to get fucked, that's no problem at all." And with that he plunged his blood-gorged member deep into Candice's soaped and dripping twat. Candice screamed as she felt her cherry give way. She reached up and circled her arms around Torrero's huge hairy shoulders and begged him to fuck her faster. She came and came again. Then with a mighty scream Torrero shot a tremendous load into her. The boys pulled him out.
"Next!" went the cry. George Ruthier stepped forward. He was a huge French-Canadian who would've been a hockey goalie if his family had stayed in Canada. He, too, was hung like a horse. The boys spread Candice's legs even further to permit the entry of Ruthier, for he was even wider in girth than Torrero. Candice looked up to see his angry red face over her, sucking her tits, and then felt his mammoth pole smash into her, spreading her cunt walls apart until she was sure that she would burst. The ogre thrust his tremendous cock into her again and again, and it seemed as though Candice creamed with each thrust. Ruthier grunted like an animal, thrusting harder and more deeply with each push of his huge cock, and finally with a low moan like an animal, shot his wad. Candice's cunt was now dripping with jism. Some of the boys, not being able to wait for their turn in Candice's twat, rubbed their swollen, wanton cocks off all over Candice's sweet young virgin flesh. Candice looked up to see cocks rubbing her belly, all over her tits, shooting wads of hot, sticky jism all over her, until she was as much covered with the steaming spunk as she was with the soap and water. She was hardly conscious. Cocks were everywhere around her, fucking her in the very pores of her skin.
Suddenly a voice boomed out, "'What's going on over there!" It was the coach. The boys leapt back in terror as the huge coach, a mountain of a man, forced his way through the crowd. The last boy, who was still inside of Candice's cunt when the coach entered, pulled abruptly out of her when he heard the coach's voice, the mixture of pleasure and fright, causing him to loose his load and shoot it all over the face of the hapless Candice. Candice tried vainly to raise herself on one arm, but she had all that she could do to open her eyes. The spectacle that greeted, the coach was astounding. Before him, in the middle of his naked team, lay the beautiful young girl now completely covered with scum and soap. A small pool of blood mingled with the soap and semen between her legs, the last vestiges of her virginity. "You boys are in deep trouble. All of you!" he roared. He reached down and grabbed the boy who had been the last one to fuck Candice, the end of his cock still with a pearly drop of his come. He grabbed him by the skin on the back of his neck and jerked him to his feet. The boy tried to wriggle free but the coach's grip held him an arm's length away from the coach's pugnacious nose and his foul breath. "You were fucking this girl. I saw you. Do you understand what's going to happen to you? All of you!" He began to bellow. "I'll bet they send all of you to jail!"
Torrero stepped forward. "Wait a minute, Coach," he said. "This twat, she wanted it. She was in the shower room naked when we came in. Honest, Coach, she wanted it. We didn't drag her in or nothin'." The coach looked long and hard at Torrero, but he knew that the big goon couldn't lie with a straight face. He could gang bang young virgins, yes, but he couldn't lie to the Coach.
Suddenly the Coach looked at Candice and knew what had driven the boys wild. The running shower water had washed all of the scum and soap, and lying there on the floor, Candice looked like a mermaid that had been deposited at the feet of the coach. He felt his blood begin to thicken, and his cock became filled with the thunderous blood and bulged in his pants until they looked as though they were going to burst. He slowly unbuckled his pants and brought out his huge member before the eyes of the astonished Candice.
"Well, young lady, if it's a fucking you want, then you should have asked me in the first place. Never ask a boy to do a man's job." He removed his pants and shirt and his cock stood out before him. Wide-eyed, Candice wondered if he was really going to shove that, huge cock into her. Her pussy was already quite tender from the workout, but the sight of the Coach's organ filled her with desire. What the Coach had said was right: let a man fuck her! One second later the Coach was ramming his prick into the hot young pussy of Candice Staunton. She spread her legs as far as they would go to try to accommodate him. She felt as though her legs were going to break off. With the Coach thrusting his prick almost up into her womb, Candice felt the hot and cold flashes of her orgasm rise from within her very soul. Her pussy tightened so hard around the ramming prick of the Coach that he almost screamed with pain as he felt the spunk rise from his scrotum into the length of his cock. She clawed at his back until rivulets of blood ran down the muscular skin. They both came together with animal screams, while the members of the team stood around and watched, playing with their cocks. All but one.
The one member of the team was Jack McTeague, who had stood there transfixed, arriving seconds after the Coach, to find his lovely Candice naked and fucked on the floor of the shower. He never spoke to her again.
The clatter of typewriters brought Candice back to the present. There seemed to be a break in the action of the office, and as she looked up she saw Layla approaching her. "Time for lunch, Dearie," she said brightly and told Candice to get up from her desk. Candice obeyed her new-found friend and in a minute they were up and out into the hallway.
"Where shall we go for lunch?" asked Candice.
"Where we always go," answered Layla. "We don't go out for lunch around here. The Senator lays out a spread for us every day." Layla led Candice into another room where a huge buffet table was laid out. A whole sliced turkey graced the middle of the table, and all around the turkey condiments of every description were attractively displayed. There were steaming ears of fresh corn-on-the-cob, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and good bottle of Rhine wine. A make-your-own-sundae stood at the side of the main buffet table, with a large mound composed of scoops of every imaginable flavor of ice cream. In small tureens around the edge were several flavors of syrups and nuts and fruits of every kind. Candice's mouth watered. She had not had anything to eat since the dinner of the night before, a couple of hurried hamburgers, and sex, too, always made her hungry. Before she realized what she was doing she had heaped a plate full of a double helping of everything and was looking for a place to sit down and attack it.
In the corners of the room were large easy chairs with a sort of table rigged onto the armrest. Candice found a place next to Layla and sat down. There were about four chairs in a small semicircle and two other girls sat with Candice and Layla. Across from them was a petite black girl, about the same size as Layla, with large breasts and shining deep-brown eyes. She was wearing a very short dress over her compact, muscular body, and Candice could see where the dress had risen almost to her crotch and a few strands of black cunny hair peeked through. The other girl was a tall brown-haired girl with the most per feet body Candice had ever seen. The girl had long, luscious legs and wide firm hips. Above her hourglass waist was a pair of fine, firm boobs that rode high and prominent on the girl's chest. The black girl's name was Vanessa and the tall girl's, Heather. Vanessa saw Candice and gave her a big smile.
"So you're the new girl," she said with a wink. "Well, you are some looker, I'll give you that much. Richard must've gotten some piece of ass last night."
"Not to mention the Senator," interjected Layla. "Candice was personally interviewed in the Senator's office last night before he left for Wyoming."
"The Senator himself, huh?" Vanessa looked duly impressed. "I haven't made it with the Senator myself, sad to say. He's a fine looking gentleman. But I'll get my chance if I stay here long enough. Tell me, Candy, honey, is he as good as they say?"
Candice skewered a piece of turkey on her plate. Long ago she had learned to be closed-mouthed about her sexual experiences. The locker room incident in high school had left her reputation in a shambles. "The Senator is a very good man," she answered ambiguously, stressing the word "man" so that Vanessa could understand her hidden meaning. Vanessa replied with a wink. "What sort of work will I have to do this afternoon, Layla?" Candice asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, I have some filing that needs to be done and a few invitations that have to be mailed out," Layla answered.
"What sort of invitations?" asked Candice.
"Oh," answered Layla, "you'll find out this afternoon. I'll explain the whole thing. Now hurry and finish that plate of food so that I can make you an ice cream sundae. You have to be sure to keep up your strength."
Candice didn't argue. As she shoveled the delicious, perfectly prepared food down her throat in huge gulps, she could only think of her luck in securing this job. Jeanne, a good friend of hers, had been the one who had resigned and left a vacancy. It had been years since the Senator had to resort to advertisements and outside recruitment to obtain people for his staff. Someone who was leaving always knew someone perfect for the job. The Senator was careful not to have two friends working together�that would create a challenge to his ultimate authority. "When Jeanne left to marry a young lawyer that she had met at the office Christmas party. Candice was all ears about the job.
Candice was used to putting out for her boss. Her last job had been as receptionist for a large plumbing firm in nearby Baltimore. The success of her boss's business lay in greasing a lot of palms, or having Candice grease a lot of cocks. But the men had all been hard core construction-worker types without the intelligence or finesse of people like the Senator. She was happy to have left that job in her past. She considered her present position in a definite step in the upward direction socially.
Candice was curious about Layla. She had heard Richard and Jeanne both drop the fact that Layla had the most seniority on the entire staff. And yet the small, brown, Polynesian girl seemed totally without a trace of condescension or power-hunger. She turned to Layla and casually asked, "Layla, how did you get started with the Senator?"
"Oh, I used to live in Hawaii, and the Senator was out inspecting a naval installation," began Layla. "I was working in a small Polynesian restaurant that specialized in poi and roast pig. Poi? Oh, that's a ground root paste that you eat with your hands. If you've never had it, you should try it some time. It's very good and it represents the starch base of the diet of the Polynesian people. I worked as a topless there. One day the Senator came in with his whole entourage. There were congressmen from the Islands and the mainland, and all sorts of military types, generals, admirals and such, and of course, a few major local businessmen, who were footing the bill. The party was so large that it required three whole roast pigs, cooked in a pit in the floor of the restaurant, to feed them all. I was being paid overtime to dance as long as the group wanted. I felt good. It was my first personal experience with these types of men. You know, power types. I danced almost until dawn, drinking steadily all night. The admirals and the businessmen were all rude and gross to me after they got good and drunk. They all wanted me to go home with them, and they thought nothing about asking me in the most rude and forthright ways. But the Senator was not at all like the rest of them. After I was through dancing one particularly hot number ... well, let me tell you about this dance number first.
"It was a lot of show, my act. A lot of theatrical nonsense, though it was always my body that got me gigs. Anyway my costume for this number consisted of a grass skirt and a very finely woven asbestos body suit. It fit me like a glove and in the dim light it could pass for skin. The number was a very hellish, jazzed up Polynesian number. On the dance floor were five depressions that we used to fill with oil and set ablaze. I would leap onto the stage and begin dancing to the music, dancing closer and closer to the fires each time. Finally, I would begin to leap through the blaze, causing my grass skirt to catch fire. I tore it off me screaming and then I would run around the stage and leap over each fire with my legs spread, screaming like my pussy was being burned to a crisp and my skin was charring. It turned a lot of men on, believe me. I guess it brought out the sadist in them. Anyway, when I was supposedly good and burned, I would dance out into the audience. The dance was a simulation of the writhing agony of someone who had been horribly burned. Then I would peel off my body suit as the band played a sultry strip number. The men would always, always become horribly turned on when my brown, unburned flesh would emerge after they were sure that I'd be mutilated for life.
"Anyway, this was the high point of the evening with the Senator. I did my 'dance of fire' and afterward, John�he was the Senator's aide before Richard�came over to me and asked me if I would like to join the Senator at his table. I was sure that there was a big tip in it for me, so I went over. Senator Hughes sat there calmly, like a medieval king at a banquet table. He introduced me to all of the men at his table, many of whom were local celebrities that I had often heard mentioned by my boss. Then he pointed to a chair next to him and asked me if I'd like to sit down and join him in a drink. My pussy began to water as I sat next to all of these powerful men, completely nude, all of them ogling my body. I think I knew as soon as I sat down that I'd be spending the rest of the evening with the Senator and it gave me a feeling of superiority to have all of these local tyrants, ogling me, desiring me, and yet none of them could have me.
"The Senator and I drank together until almost dawn, when the party began to break up. The Senator sent John over to speak with my boss and ask him if he would leave the restaurant in the Senator's hands until morning. The bill for the party was already astronomical, and with the promise of the extra bonus that John hinted at, my boss readily agreed. They all left soon after, and the Senator asked me if I would stay with him for a private party. I would've creamed in my panties if I'd had any on.
"In a short while there was only John, me and the Senator in the deserted restaurant. John went outside to the lobby to wait and that left me and the Senator alone in the main banquet room. The Senator asked me if I would do my "dance of fire" again, just for him. I said, 'Sure.' He helped me fill the depressions with oil again and I went down to my dressing room and got another asbestos suit. I appeared on the floor and began to go through my act again. The Senator was quite loaded and he walked down the aisle to the front of the stage and watched me. I could see his handsome face staring at me, lit by the fires. His eyes looked like they were ablaze. Dancing through the fires, with the heat pouring into my already hot pussy, the sight of the Senator getting off on me like that really turned me on. Somehow, my hand found its way to my cunt and I masturbated as fast as I could through the thin asbestos. My pussy watered and watered. I could feel the cunt juices dripping down my legs inside of the suit. But the Senator just stood there, watching me calmly. The only thing that gave him away was that crazy burning in his eyes. I looked deeply into those eyes and the minute I did, I began to come. I came like I never had before in my life. My orgasms were spaced only seconds apart, I would feel my pussy get all tight and then loosen up, only to contract again a second later. I was exhausted and could dance no more. I tumbled off the edge of the stage and lay in a heap at the feet of the Senator.
"The Senator looked at me strangely and I knew that I was about to get the fucking of my life. The Senator carefully stripped, and I creamed just looking at his hard body. Then he did something that surprised me. The Senator, completely naked, and without even an asbestos suit, began to do the 'dance of fire' right in front of me. The fire must have been painful to him, but he didn't show the least sign of discomfort. He leapt through the fire in a perfect imitation of my dance. I was surprised to see that such a large, powerful man could be so graceful. Then when he, too, was exhausted, he came and lay down next to me on the carpeted floor in front of the stage.
"We lay there for a few moments drunk and exhausted. I could smell the singed hair on the Senator's body and I was terribly excited to think that this man who could handle the most complex mental negotiations could also be so brave about physical pain. I crawled down to his crotch where he still sported a magnificent hard-on. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck it, the smells of his cock mingling with the smell of burnt hair and the perspiration that poured off him. Soon he was moaning on the floor. I sucked and sucked; my saliva out of the corners of my mouth and dripped all over the Senator. Suddenly, just as it felt that he was about to come, he reared up and flung me on my back. In a moment he was down on me, tearing at the thin asbestos with his teeth like a madman. He must have ripped out quite a bit of pubic hair along with the asbestos, because I screamed like a schoolgirl getting her first fuck.
"In a few minutes he had ripped a hole in my body suit and the pink swollen lips of my twat stared him in the face. He really went down on me then. His dance through the fire and his brutal rending of my suit had him going really hot and heavy. I'll never forget the first feeling of his tongue on my twat: he sucked and sucked on my clit until I could stand the awful pleasure no longer and begged him to fuck me. He didn't respond right away, he just kept up eating me, slurping up my cunt juice like it was Chivas Regal. I writhed and pleaded with him to stick his beautiful cock up to my throat and finally, he reared back like a stallion and plunged his steaming meat right into my twat, all the way in the very first thrust. My legs locked around his ass and with each thrust I would raise my hips to meet him. I thought that he had gone into my cunt as far as it would go with that first massive push, but it seemed that each time he thrust, he would drive deeper and deeper into my hungry pussy.
"He tore at the upper part of my suit with his teeth while he was fucking me and soon he got his mouth on my tits and sucked them too. My nipples gave before him, and it was the most ecstasy that any girl would ever want to feel. I could've died right there and been happy. Then I felt his cock grow even bigger and I knew that he was about to shoot his load. My pussy wall grew tight and my own orgasm began to build. I begged him not to come just yet, to keep on fucking me, and that's just what he did. Finally, my pussy walls contracted all the way and milked the come out of him in a strong, hot stream. I came, too, creaming all over the bitten opening at the crotch of my jumpsuit. We just lay there moaning for about an hour. Then the Senator crammed his card up my convulsing cunt and told me to call him in the morning. I did, and he acted like nothing at all had happened. He offered me a job as a secretary on his staff, I accepted, and the rest is history. I've been with the Senator ever since."
Candice felt hot and sweaty from hearing Layla's story. She wondered if she too, someday, would tell a blushing novice how the Senator had given her the orgasm of her life up in his office in the middle of the night. One thing for sure, this Senator was some stud. Candice was dying to find out more about this fascinating personality.
Layla got Candice her ice cream and the two of them sat eating, hardly looking at one another at all. Then Layla stood up. "C'mon, Candice," she said. "It's time for us to go back to work."
Layla threw her arm around Candice's waist and the two of them slowly walked back to the office together. There was much Candice had to learn, and by this time she was sure that Layla would be a perfect teacher. She decided to stick to the small powerhouse like glue.
They entered the office together. Candice found that while she was gone, a typed list of names was placed on her desk.
"Now," said Layla, "these are the names of men who are very important to the Senator. I want you to write to them, asking them to come to the big yacht party next week. Make your letters suggestive, to say the least. These are men like the Senator. You have to ask them to fuck you. If you can get a lot of them to come, then you'll be invited to the yacht party yourself."
"What are these parties like?" asked Candice.
"Just like you haven't been fucked until you've been fucked by the Senator," Layla chuckled, "you haven't been to a bash until you've been to one of the Senator's bashes.
Candice spent the rest of the afternoon writing letters to the men on the list, addressing them and dropping them in the feedbag that hung on the wall. She tried to imagine that each was a man in her past whom she had. badly wanted to fuck, but who would have little to do with her. Her letters were just the right mixture of subtle hints and outright proposition. She worked hard all afternoon, barely looking up at all, until Richard came over and told her that it was time to go home for the night. When Candice looked up to answer him, she noticed that most of the other girls had left already and the rest were putting on their coats and gossiping.
"Well," said Richard, pointing to the stack of finished letters piled high on Candice's desk, "you really are an eager beaver. The Senator found a gold mine when he hired you. But you're on the right track. Work hard for the Senator and there's no telling how far that you can go."
Candice left the office feeling good. She felt that her first day on the job was a smashing success. She felt so good, in fact, that, out of the little money that she had left, she treated herself to an expensive steak at a fine restaurant on the way home from work. She slept deeply that night, wondering if her hard labors would bear fruit.
About a week later, she got a call from Layla at her home at about nine o'clock on a night before work. "Listen, Dearie," said Layla, "I just left the Senator and your letters got a smashing response. You outdid every one of the girls in luring men to the yacht party. The Senator told me that you should rest tonight and all day tomorrow, and report for work at the Pier at eight p.m."
"Great!" said Candice. "How should I dress?"
"Casually," said Layla. "Something that's not too hard to remove, if you catch my drift."
Candice smiled in anticipation. "OK, great then. Will you be there Layla?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Dearie."
"OK then, Layla. I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Candice," said Layla. "Take the Senator's advice and get some rest. Tomorrow you're going to meet some bigwigs!"
Chapter Four
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!"
Chapter Five
Candice arrived precisely at noon at the Senator's private dining room. If the staff dining room was amazing, the Senator's personal dining room was incredible. It was a large room, with deep-hued wooden walls and a beautiful wall-to-wall Persian rug that looked more like a tapestry. The dining table was a long oak table capable of seating twenty persons. In the center of the table stood a fabulous ten-candle brass candelabra. Fresh flowers dotted the table in large urns. Around the table were large, well padded leather and oak chairs. The Senator sat at the head, calmly puffing on his pipe. Candice noticed that there was only one other place set, that in front of the chair immediately to the right of the Senator.
"Miss Staunton�Candice. Please come in," said the Senator, noticing her and rising. He indicated the empty chair and waited until she sat down to reseat himself.
A waiter came in and brought them soup. The lunch was extremely pleasant to Candice and she basked in the attention that she was getting. Course after course of scrumptious, perfectly prepared food was placed before her, and she and the Senator went through two bottles of fine French wine. All through the meal the Senator chatted amiably with her. He spoke of his childhood in Montana and of his ranch on the plains. For the first time since she had known him, the Senator had lowered his cold facade. He was like a different person. Gone was the cold, powerful composure of the senior United States Senator from Montana. It was replaced by a boyish personality. His cold, grey eyes became a sparkling blue. He seemed interested in her too, asking her about her childhood and her hopes for the future. Candice was never so affected by anyone in her life. She opened up completely to the Senator, chattering like a child. Lunch ended and the places were cleared and replaced by two brandies. Candice settled back in her chair, warming and inhaling the snifter of brandy. The strong smell was wonderfully stimulating. The bottle of wine that she had drank with lunch was having its effect also. She looked at the charming man who sat across from her. At this moment she would do anything for him.
"What I am going to ask you to do, Candice, is something that I've never entrusted to anyone from the office before," he said seriously. "I think you're different from the others, Candice, and I think that you can handle an assignment as tough as this one. Are you interested in hearing more?" Candice nodded.
"Good!" the Senator continued. "I knew that I could count on you. Tonight the leader of the Chinese delegation will be attending a very special dinner party with myself and some other top Senators as a matter of protocol. I want you to come, I want you to turn him on and go home with him, and I want you to find out whatever you can about his delegation's plans. This is very important, Candice. The whole nation depends on it. Think you're up to it?"
"Yes, sir!" said Candice smartly.
"Excellent. Now, Candice," the Senator's voice took on a confidential tone, "this won't be easy. You won't be dealing with a hungry cock, you know. This man, Chang, is one of the toughest nuts in the whole Chinese entourage. He's like a machine. Don't think that because you flutter your eyes and show him some leg he's going to jump all over you. You'll have to be subtle and clever. Now, go home and get yourself looking beautiful."
Candice rose obediently and started for the door.
The Senator's voice stopped her. "Oh, and Candice, I want you to be the prettiest girl there. I want every other man to want you. But you will reserve yourself for Chang. Even he probably has some vanity. Now go home. Tonight you're going to be the most important woman in America!"
Candice left the Senator feeling fantastic. Never in a million years had she thought that she, Candice Staunton, would be entrusted with a top-secret mission for her country. She knew that she was well equipped for the job. What she wondered was whether or not she would succeed.
The door of the black limousine opened, and Miss Candice Staunton stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the fancy, private club where the dinner was being held. She went inside and was dazzled by the lights as her announcement was made. The room was completely filled with distinguished-looking gentlemen and beautiful ladies. But none could hold a candle to Candice. She was truly gorgeous tonight. She wore a low-cut, white silk dress that hugged tightly every one of Candice's curves. Her magnificent cleavage stood out, and between her white boobs she had placed a red rose. The dress was open all the way down her back so that the crack of her magnificent ass was peeking over the top. The thin material of the dress curved the cheeks of her half-bared behind so they were easily seen. As she walked, the dress flowed over her body like caressing hands. Her hair was finely done up and a few blonde curls brushed at her temples. She looked like an aristocratic whore.
Chang arrived shortly after her, and Candice looked him over, sizing up her prey. The diplomat was of middle American height, tall for a Chinese. He wore the familiar dark suit and plain black shoes. His still-brown hair was brushed sharply back. He stood with calm indifference to the amiable gestures of the surrounding guests. And he took no notice of the magnificent lady who stood eyeing him from the corner.
Everyone ate dinner and immediately afterward, Candice decided that it was time to spring into action. She ambled over to where Chang stood, and brushed past him, letting her perfume fill his nostrils. Still, Chang did not look her way at all. He stared straight ahead, sipping at a glass of ginger ale. Senator Hughes watched impotently as Candice tried every thing that she knew, to try and attract Chang. Nothing seemed to work. Disconsolately, she left the main party and wandered into one of the other rooms of the club. It must have been the study. Huge bookshelves covered the walls up to the high ceilings. In the center of the room was a chess table and two large, leather chairs. Candice sat down in one of them and absent-mindedly fingered the pieces.
Her concentration was broken by a strange voice that spoke with a singsong foreign accent. It was Chang, "Oh, so you play chess!" said the diplomat cheerily. "As do I." Candice was shocked by Chang's appearance but kept her mouth shut.
He walked over to the side of her chair and stared down at her. Candice felt locked in the eyes of the strange foreigner. Chang reached down to the chess table and picked up a pawn. He stared at it for a few minutes. Then he plucked the rose from between Candice's bountiful tits with his other hand. He weighed the two in his hands for a moment, then put them both down on the chess table. To do this he had to bend quite close to Candice's pronounced cleavage. The hot lust smell of the space lilted into his nostrils. The heat enraged his cheeks. The diplomat stayed in that position for a half-second too long, and Candice knew that he was getting interested. She was turned on, too. She wanted to break this little man, to have him moaning for mercy like she had done to the others.
Chang suddenly brought his head close to the surface of her heaving tits. His hot breath touched them and Candice felt a little ache in her pussy. She reached up one arm and circled it around the head of Chang. Slowly, she pulled the head down onto her yearning white flesh. Chang's pink tongue flashed out and he bathed her tits with saliva. With one hand he dipped into the moist flesh between Candice's legs. He found her pussy and gave long, knowing strokes to the swollen lips of her cunt. Candice moaned and spread her legs wide. He lifted her dress above her knees. Can-dice's yearning bush and twat were in plain view. Chang continued his hand-movements in Can-dice's cunt, spreading her cunt lips wide apart and searching for her budding clit. In a second he found it. Taking her clit between two deft fingers he began to roll it gently back and forth. Candice moaned and began moving her hips in time with Chang's strokes. Her pussy watered under his hands. Chang moved his other hand up to Candice's tits and rubbed them until Candice was squirming in the chair.
She felt for his cock. It was painfully pushing its way through Chang's austere clothes. Candice unzipped him and reached her hand in to firmly grasp Chang's swollen member. He was breathing hard now, and looking like any other man. Candice's cunt creamed at the thought of fucking Chang. Here was a man who was an important diplomat in a mysterious foreign country. In a minute, she knew that he would be pounding her with his hot rod.
Candice writhed and moaned, staining her elegant dress with her dripping slit. She brought the Chinaman's cock out of his pants. It was not as massive as Richard's or Jockomo's but it was wide at the middle. Even more, it was the most beautiful cock that Candice had ever laid eyes on. It looked like it had been carved out of stone. She brought her head down and took it into her warm mouth. She let her tongue slowly wrap around his cock, bathing it with saliva. All the time, she was sucking in a way that ran shivers up Chang's back. Candice's skill in cocksucking was considerable. She flicked her tongue like a butterfly against the slight ridge on the underside of Chang's cock. He threw back his head and let out a strange high-pitched noise that Candice had never heard before. All the same it turned her on terribly.
Her pussy ached for Chang's cock. His finger was deep within the folds of her pussy, rubbing her clit. Candice's cunt frothed cream at his skillful stimulation. She could feel the sweat begin to rise on the back of her neck. It dripped across her neck and down unto one of her heaving tits. It dripped lower circling the nipple and finally resting on Chang's hand, which was between her bountiful boobs. Chang rubbed her tits expertly. He used just the right amount of pressure and motion to bring out all of the erogenous quality of Candice's tits. Candice moaned, "Oh, you rub me so nice there. Oh ... that feels so good ... yes ... Yes!" With a shriek she tried to lift herself off of the chair and impale herself on Chang's cock. But Chang held her down with firm pressure on one shoulder.
"Relax, my sweet flower," he purred. "There is no cause for rush in the art of lovemaking. We shall reach the very highest plateaus together. But we shall do it one step at a time."
Candice felt a strange warmth at his words. Silently and gracefully she undid the straps of her long gown and let it drop to the floor. Candice's beautiful body drove the diplomat mad with desire. He let his eyes linger for a moment on her firm, jutting breasts. He wanted to bury his face between those twin mounds of fragrant flesh. Candice began to writhe her hips in time to some silent rhythm. She undulated widely and thrust her pussy back and forth, the pussy juices seeping out and running down the insides of her thighs. She arched her hands high over her head and brought her palms together. When she did this, her breasts rose and pushed out even further. Silently she danced around the rut-crazed diplomat, her dance an imitation of fucking.
Chang admired the fluidness of her body's movements. He knew that in a moment, he would lose control of himself. It made the present so delicious for him. He gazed at the dancing beauty, whose naked body made his prick almost split his pants. It is the foolishness of these Westerners, he thought, that they do not realize that the true enjoyments of sex lie in the anticipation. He undressed. Candice whirled around his body. As Chang shed his clothes, Candice got a good look at him. He was in remarkable shape, A student of the martial arts, Chang's body was like an animal's. There was not an ounce of flesh that was not muscle. Each muscle was perfectly toned. Candice brought her dance closer to Chang. She spiraled around him, finally coming so close that her whirling breasts touched his arm.
Chang shot out his arm and grabbed the whirling Candice. She spun into his arms. In a second he held her in a crushing grip, flattening her breasts against her chest. His hot mouth drove his tongue deep into Candice's begging lips. She felt his hot prick against her belly, feeling like it wanted to burst its way through her flesh right there.
She reached down one long-fingered hand and grabbed at his throbbing member, feeling the hot blood passing through it. It pumped in her hand and felt like a thing alive. Her aching pussy creamed and creamed. She wanted Chang to shove his burning cock up her aching twat like she had never wanted anything before. But Chang was not through arousing her. As she played with his hot cock, his hand again found her slit hot and begging for his touch. He reached in between the hot folds of her flesh, found her clit and began to twirl it in his fingers. Candice felt the blood from every part of her body stream up to her clit, and it grew to an enormous size beneath Chang's skillful hands. She writhed her hips and tried to plunge herself on his outstretched finger, but Chang kept his hand far enough away from her so as only to put the lightest pressure on her clit. And with this light but firm pressure he rubbed and rubbed. Candice felt herself awash with desire. She tightened her hold on Chang's cock, squeezing it violently. Chang did not lose his composure or stop rubbing Candice's clitoris. Her pussy lips swelled and her juices dripped from the steaming pink slit.
She began to move her hand up and down on Chang's cock. He felt the firm pressure glide up and down the skin of his glans, causing incredible hot flashes to run up and down his back. Candice massaged his tool as she pumped him. Blood coursed through his maddened member. Chang had the largest hard-on that he had ever had. It seemed to scream to him. It begged him to plunge it again and again into Candice's moist cunt. He felt the come rise out of his balls and run the length of his prick. It grew even larger. It seemed like it was going to explode. He felt Candice's hot breath on his shoulders as he played with her clit. The scent of cunt and cock rose from their steaming bodies and mingled with Candice's perfume, causing a maddening odor. He tasted her hot mouth, devouring it as if it were a luscious piece of fruit.
Suddenly, he felt Candice's cunt lips close on his finger as if it were caught in a vice. He felt her juices squeeze out of the aching hole and drip down his fingers. At the same time his come filled the head of his cock. At the same instant, Candice moaned and her pussy relaxed, and Chang let loose a stream of come. It spurted out of the head of his prick and covered Candice's tits and neck.
The two of them stood there, holding each other up. Then, able to stand on their own, they loosened their grip on one another. Steaming spunk still dripped from the end of Chang's prick. It also hung on Candice's body. Chang's come dripped from the end of her tits. One pearly drop of his spunk hung precariously from one of her still-hard nipples. Chang brought his head over to Candice's tit and began to lick his come from it. The pink tongue of the diplomat bathed her tits with warm saliva, eating every bit of come off them. She almost came again, watching him. She looked at his face. Gone was the inscrutable Chinese diplomat and in his place was something between a little boy and an Oriental sage at peace with the Cosmic All. She kneeled in front of his dripping prick. Taking it in her warm mouth, she licked the remaining come from Chang's prick. It tasted pleasantly salty to her and for a second and she wished that Chang had not licked his come off her, so that she could gobble it up herself. Candice really loved the taste of a man's hot come. When she was in high school, she remembered giving boys blow jobs and them trying to pull her head away from them when they were about to come. She had shaken her head violently each time and stayed where she was until she felt the salty, syrupy come stream into her hungry mouth. And she had felt in heaven as she had lapped every last drop off the cocks of the astonished boys.
Chang had his hands on both sides of her head as she sucked him, murmuring something in Chinese. It sounded like a poem. She felt him begin to get hard again. His cockhead pushed its way past her wet lips and entered the warm, dark recesses of her throat. Chang's cock continued to grow until it was even bigger than the last time, its head buried at the very base of her throat. But Candice kept on sucking, whirling her tongue around his aching prick and bathing it in warm saliva. She sucked especially carefully at the sensitive head, taking it full within her lips and sort of kissing it from the inside. Chang began to move his hips in and out, fucking her perfect face and beautiful, wet mouth. She reached around behind him and felt with her fingers for his asshole. In a second she found it. Moistened by the juices of her own dripping pussy she worked her finger around the rim of his bumhole. Steam rose from within his body. As Candice crammed her finger up his sensitive flesh, Chang began to feel the desire for a cunt around his cock, rather than a mouth. He looked down on Candice's full blonde mane and stroked her earlobes, causing her to suck even faster and more passionately.
Her tongue did not miss a spot on his aching prick shaft. His blood rose into his prick and the head began to push its way into Candice's throat. She gagged a little at first, but she quickly learned, to breathe between strokes. His cock moved in and out of her mouth. He could feel her lips pull tight on his cockhead as he pulled all the way out, causing maddening pressure. Finally, Chang could wait no longer. He pulled his hot cock out of Candice's sucking mouth and began to rub it all over her face. Candice bit and nibbled at the cock as it passed her mouth, her pink tongue covering it with warm wetness.
Chang lowered Candice gently onto her back. He towered over her, his cock jutting just above her mouth. With agonized moans of anticipation, Candice brought her head up and took the throbbing prick into her mouth. But Chang had other ideas. Gently loosing himself, he began to rub his cock all over Candice's sweaty body. The sweat of her, and the musky dampness of him, lubricated his cock. He slid it all over her neck, fucking the very pores of her skin. Then he slid it slowly down over her shoulders and began to rub his agonized prick all over Candice's creamy tits. She moaned deeply with pleasure. Chang was taking his good time with her and she was starting to respond.
Candice writhed on the floor beneath him. Chang rubbed his hot prick against the sweaty flesh of her boobs. He stroked it across her breasts and teased her rubbery, erect nipples with the end of his cock. She felt as though he were fucking every inch of her at once. She wondered if the others out in the dining room could hear her moans, but she did not care. She had entered the room a spy, but now she felt very much like the hard-fucking woman that she knew herself to be.
Chang held her two tits together and ran his cock through the crevice between. The sweat poured out from between her tits and his cock slid easily back and forth. He felt his come rise from this motion and he cupped her breasts even tighter. The pressure of Candice's tit-flesh felt just like the hot, moist folds of a woman's cunt. He began to make a singsong sound as he brushed his hot cock over her. Then without warning, he shot wad after wad of hot, sticky come into her face. She tried to get some in her mouth, but most of the come landed on her neck and cheeks. It stuck together the strands of her silky blonde hair. She licked the come from her own breasts, tasting the saltiness of her sweat mingled with the slight salt flavor of Chang's jism. Still Chang slipped his sprouting tool time and time again between her tits, bathing her with wad after wad.
As Candice greedily gobbled Chang's come he slid himself down to her hot pussy. With a little shout, Candice felt the diplomat's tongue enter her pussy's warm interior. He nibbled at the lips of her cunt, searching for her clit with his tongue. Candice moaned and writhed as he ate her, raising her legs onto his back and hugging his chest. Chang raised his hands up to Candice's tits and rubbed his steamy come all over her. She followed his hands with her mouth, nibbling at his fingers. All the time she lapped up the sticky spunk. Chang had worked his mouth deeply into her cunt now, and was sucking her cunt juices, even as she ate his come. The scent of her cunt filled his nostrils. Smelling the slightly acrid odor of pussy drove him deeper and more frenzied into the steaming hole.
Candice moved her hips around, driving her pussy further and further onto the face of Chang. He could hardly breathe, but it did not matter to him. Nothing mattered to him right now except to sink his face deeper and deeper into Candice's pink slit. She felt her body tighten with a thousand vises. Chang drove all the way into her, feeling layer upon layer of the folds of her cunt give way. Candice could not spread her legs any wider now, or she would break them off at the stems. He whipped his head back and forth in a frenzy, his tongue lapping at her musky cunt at an incredible pace. Candice let out a scream. She put both of her feet on Chang's back and forced her body upwards, enveloping his face completely in her dripping slit. Her body tightened incredibly, dangerously close to the breaking point. Her cunt creamed and creamed, vast wads of her come bubbling through her cunt. Candice came and came, while Chang kept up his skillful licking. Then with one last shriek, she was finished and lay still.
Chang raised himself and looked at the girl, softly moaning on the floor before him. He slowly brought himself up to her face and tenderly kissed her. Candice could smell the strong musky odor of her cunt on his face. She kissed him deeply, her hot tongue sliding past his lips and deeply into his mouth. Salivas mingled, and both, though exhausted, felt the familiar urge again. Candice could feel Chang's prick, lying against her leg, grow hard again and she knew exactly what he was thinking. She was thinking the same thing.
Chang looked deeply into her eyes and spoke, slowly and carefully. "My family was an aristocratic one from the North. Before the Revolution, the male children were all taught the arts of lovemaking. I had an experienced courtesan teach me everything when I was twelve years old. My father was given a full report. I was expected to live up to his standards. In all of my experiences, you are the most exciting woman that I have ever met. That includes all of my father's courtesans, specially schooled in the erotic arts. Tell me child, what is your name?"
"Candice."
"We have a word that sounds something like that. It is an old word, from the old days. It is hardly used any more. It means little yellow blossom."
Candice looked up at Chang's serene smile. She relaxed in his arms and he bent down and kissed her hungrily. Moving his legs he got his big tool right at the mouth of Candice's cunt. He stroked it back and forth across her pussy lips, making her swoon with hot flashes. Her blood again rose within her, making her feel flushed and heady. Chang worked the head of his thundering cock head subtly into her pussylips. He felt the hot hole beckon him inward. In a flash he had worked the first three inches of the shaft into her streaming hole, and by moving his hips in a circle, was drilling himself into her. Candice felt the folds of her pussy give way before Chang's insistent drilling. She moved her hips the opposite direction, so that cock churned deeply against cunt walls, causing delicious sensations to spread over them both. They were getting hotter now, panting like dogs.
Suddenly, Chang drew his knees up under him so that he was kneeling in front of Candice, His cock was still buried deep in her hole. Taking hold of her sides, he grasped her firmly and lifted her up so that her whole weight was on her pussy. It drove his cock maddeningly deep into her.
"You make me feel so sexy!" she moaned. "You're so deep inside me like this ... I can feel your cock in my throat!" Slowly Chang rocked himself back and loosened his grip on Candice so that she tilted to the opposite side. Chang felt his cock drive through more layers of pussy flesh. Deep in her cunt, Candice's width narrowed so that he felt the walls pushing hard against his cock. He moaned and began to rock back and forth, pulling Can dice back and forth also with his arms. Candice lifted her legs onto his sides and rode him. They rocked faster and faster. She felt her head pounding and pussy juice seep copiously from the mouth of her steaming slit.
Her pussy creamed. They rocked back and forth this way until Candice started with a shout and felt her pussy tighten around Chang's cock. Tighter and tighter the walls of her pussy became until they threatened to squeeze the come right out of Chang's prick. She clawed at his back and bit his shoulders. Red welts appeared on Chang's flesh wherever her mouth wandered. She hugged him tightly to her, feeling the tightness of his body, like a spring about to unwind explosively. She grasped at him and rode him. Finally, she felt her body relax as wave upon wave of her orgasm swept over her. Hot come seeped from her cunt.
The insides of Candice's cunt were thoroughly wet now with her pussy juice, giving Chang's cock a warm bath of cunt. He could, taste the salt of her sweat as it poured off her. He smelled her musky woman-smells as her body worked on his prick, almost ready to shoot a hot wad deep into the slit of the fabulous piece of ass.
Candice was in a frenzy now. She tore at Chang's body. Looking like a madwoman, with frantic eyes she leaned forward and sucked at his ears and his throat and everything else that she could manage to get her mouth on. She would have liked to have another prick right now to suck on while Chang so expertly fucked her. She would have liked to have a thousand hot cocks to rub all over her hot body until come seeped from every pore.
Without warning, Chang flipped her onto her back and resumed his kneeling position. She wanted to scream, "Fuck me, don't stop now, fuck me harder, HARDER!" but when she looked into his eyes, Candice could see that Chang had something even more insidious in mind.
Candice lay on her back with her legs spread-eagled in the air. Her hot cunt seeped pussy juice in anticipation of Chang's throbbing member, only a half-inch or so outside of the mouth of her cunt. She was covered with sweat and her blonde hair clung to her in wet strands. She had broken two of her perfectly-manicured nails, scraping them against Chang's hard flesh. She moaned openly and her eyes were pointed upward as if she was half-conscious. Chang poised over her, seemingly in deep concentration. Only the trickles of sweat across his brow betrayed him. He looked down at the luscious young flower unfolded before him and felt a rush of aliveness course through his veins. He leaned forward on his hands, and pushed the head of his agonized prick against the folds of Candice's cunt.
She opened her legs wider and he plunged into the steaming slit. Candice's tight pussy walls hugged his cock like a glove, milking the come from his balls up into the shaft of his cock. Chang was only a few seconds away from shooting the wad of his life. He leaned forward balancing himself on his hands and moved his cock rhythmically in and out of her. Candice moved with him. She felt her body tighten and relax, over and over. She felt her pussy walls tighten also, again and again. Each time she could feel every wrinkle of Chang's cock.
Then, without even turning it on, her pussy began the systematic flutters that she had learned long ago. Chang's composure immediately dropped. "The Dragon's Mouth!" he gasped. "How could you know ... only a few women in my country, ... specially learned with years of practice ... finest guarded secret, ... years of practice to perfect ... " He babbled on and on, feeling the technique, known in China as "The Dragon's Mouth," milk every inch of his shivering prick. He felt his load build up powerfully in his cockshaft and move into the head. The head of his prick felt like a rocket about to go off. He moaned and writhed. Underneath him, Candice was in incredible pleasure. As Chang's prick churned in and out of her, she felt her pussy walls massage her clit and bathe it in hot cunt juice. She felt her body stiffen, and Chang's did also. Together they tightened up, tighter and tighter and tighter still. Together they felt their bodies strain to the breaking point with the wonderful pleasure of their frantic fucking, Candice's pussy begged to be fucked harder and faster still, and Chang complied with all of the strength in his lithe body. Then, Chang's prick erupted a stream of hot come that bathed the insides of Candice's aching pussy with its steaming wetness. A second later Candice felt limp and floating as her body gave way and her orgasm took her. They both kept moving furiously, Chang's cock letting loose stream upon stream of come. Candice's pussy brought forth a tremendous amount of juice. Then both of them lay still, Chang still suspended above Candice by his balanced arms alone.
He rolled off her and they lay next to each other on the plush carpet, gently stroking each other's body. Then Chang spoke. "Candice," he said. He pronounced it more like the Chinese word that he had spoken of before. "Candice," he repeated, "I come from the north of China. In my father's day it was customary for one lord to bring his fellow lord a gift of a woman for his pleasure. It was always a beautiful young girl well-versed in the arts of love and Eros. I am going to tell you a secret. I know' who you are, and that you work for Senator Hughes. A charming man, if a bit of a decadent hedonist. I know that he sent you to try and gather information."
Candice looked alarmed.
Chang laughed boyishly. "Do not be frightened, my foolish flower. I am only telling you this because I want you to know that you are not fooling me. Now, with our facades down, I can tell you that I have enjoyed your company very much and feel great affection for you and your senator both." He laughed, "It is strange that Senator Hughes should hit upon this extinct bit of Chinese formality, I am touched by his graciousness. And by your loveliness," With a grand gesture, Chang reached over and kissed her hand. "Now, my blossom, go to your Senator Hughes. Tell him what I have just told you and ask him, if it pleases him, to meet me here, that we may discuss the future relations of our two nations."
Candice looked at Chang wordlessly. She felt like a million dollars. She could hardly wait to tell her boss that the way for negotiations had been opened. She dressed quickly and left Chang, happy with her success, with her job, with her whole life.
She didn't suspect for a moment that in a few fateful days, the bottom was going to drop out of everything.
Chapter Six
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.
Chapter Seven
Layla was fascinated by Candice's brainstorm, "A cat-house!" she exclaimed. "Candy, you're a genius!"
They immediately went to work calling the other girls to see what they had to think of the idea. All of them had been out of work a week now. Grouse's story had broken their cover the day after Candice's meeting with him. The Senator, wisely, arranged for himself to go on a lecture tour while the heat was on. Congressional investigators visited the office, but ail they found were plain-looking staff workers laboring under the tedious task of a Senator's paperwork. Grouse's credibility was seriously damaged. But the party girls, and Richard too, were all out of jobs. That was when Candice had first seriously thought of the cat-house plan, "We've got enough girls," she had explained to Layla. "And Richard can be in charge of taking care of any troublemakers. We'll buy a nice old house in Georgetown. We've got the girls. And we've got the contacts." She held up a sheaf of lists smuggled from the Senator's office, just before it went into the shredder. The lists were the names of rich, powerful men who occasionally visited Washington on business. "We've even got the addresses!" she giggled.
Eight of the girls could not be reached or refused. That left twelve girls and Richard. He was excited by the idea. The idea of bouncer in a cat-house was like a fantasy come true to him. He readily accepted the job.
They found a house that they liked and began the hard job of redecorating it from an old-fashioned farmhouse into a turn-of-the-century whorehouse. The decor was Candice's idea. In the old days there we're fashionable cat-houses all over Washington. In those days a man could go to one and meet his friends, and drink or play cards, all the time being served, by scantily-clad ladies of the evening. If they wanted a woman, all they had to do was ask. If they didn't, they could relax and enjoy the opulent atmosphere. For a wealthy man, in the old days, these houses were an oasis away from the pressure of office and home. This was the atmosphere that Candice wanted to re-create. This was how she wanted the men to feel when they were in her office. They scoured the antique stores of Washington and bought up every four-poster bed that they could find. They hired seamstresses to come in and create flowing canopies and beautiful draperies. One of the girls' brothers turned out to be a gourmet cook, and they hired him and set, him to work in the kitchen. The rates Candice was going to charge would be expensive and she wanted to make sure that it was worth every penny. They washed and cleaned and mailed out invitations in preparation for the grand opening next week.
At noon the next day, the bell rang and the congressman that Candice had met at the yacht party stepped into the foyer, Richard saw him and went to tell her. She dressed in a long robe and went down to greet him. In a moment, she was aware that his visit was more than social.
She led him up to her bedroom and clicked the door shut behind her. "Baby," she purred, "you're our first customer. I want you to tell all of your friends how you get treated at Candy's." Without another word she had dropped her robe, revealing her beautiful, naked form. The Congressman felt his cock rise as his eyes slipped down her magnificent body. Candice was one long, tan expanse of beauty. Her large boobs rode high, her ass was firm and heart-shaped. She swung her hips as she walked over to him, swishing her ass from side to side with each step.
She undressed him slowly, kissing each spot of flesh as it popped into view. She had removed his shirt. He felt steam begin to rise. She slowly undid his pants and brought out his aching member. Candice looked at it for a second, then took it in her mouth and started to suck him off. "Oh yes, I had forgotten about your mouth, Candy," said the congressman, moving slightly. "I had forgotten about the blowjob that you gave me at the boat. Suck me off, Candy, like you did just then!" But Candice did not need encouragement. She pushed her mouth on his organ, so that it tickled her tonsils. She sucked and sucked, as if she were sucking for milk. The Congressman moaned in unendurable pleasure. His cock loaded up with jism. He felt the end of it about to burst. Suddenly, he shot his wad, a stream of hot, sticky come that bathed Candice and dripped from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed as much as she could. The congressman lay back and sighed. Not since the party at the boat had he been sucked off so expertly. And he knew this was only the beginning.
Candice cleaned every bit of come off the Congressman's cock and balls with her skillful tongue. She wanted to give him the fucking of his life, so that he would give positive reports to the other Washington bigwigs.
She led the Congressman over to the edge of the oak four-poster. They sat on the edge, the red velvet canopy only inches from their faces. Candice spread her legs apart and placed the congressman's hand between her legs. "How does that feel, baby?" she purred.
He felt his fingers slide into the moist, hot folds of pussy flesh. "Good, Candy, real good," he admitted. She snaked her hand around his waist and played with his cock from the other side. It was still flaccid, from having just shot its load a moment before, but already it was showing signs of life.
The congressman kept up the rubbing of her cunt. "What will happen if I keep this up?" he asked teasingly.
"If you keep that up," murmured Candice, "I will come and come. I will cover your hands with cunt juice. I will beg for your hot prick!"
The congressman said nothing, the blood boiling within him. He pushed her back on the bed. In a second he had rammed his hot rod deep inside her and was humping her wildly. Candice moaned loudly and thrashed around on the bed. Her pussy wall fingered his cock, causing incredible sensations. The congressman held back until Candice had come three or four times, then shot his wad. Load after load of bubbling come shot from the tip of his cock. Candice felt it tear into her pussy, coating the cunt walls and bubbling profusely out from the sides. Satisfied and filled up, Candice just lay there, her legs spread wide apart. The silky sheets underneath her covering the firm, but comfortable mattress slinked at her skin. She hugged at the strong shoulders of the congressman, He lay, unmoving, enjoying the delicious waves that washed over him, Fucking Candice, he thought to himself, fucking Candy. In about a half-hour he had risen and dressed. They had a cup of tea together, and the congressman promised to pass the word around Washington about the Gala Opening. Then, as he turned to leave, he handed Candice a small package. "This is a housewarming present. Something I picked up in New York," Without waiting for her to open it, the congressman strode purposefully from the room.
Candice fingered the brightly-wrapped box. What could it be? Her nimble fingers tore at the wrapping and brought out the prize within. It was. three or four French ticklers, attractively packaged and marked. "For the Sensual." Candice had to laugh at the congressman's little joke. At the yacht party he had murmured to her on more than one occasion during the night, "You're so sensual." She lifted the first of the French ticklers out of the box; it was Latex and fit completely over a man's erect cock. Protruding from the side were thousands of little half inch nubs. Candice looked at the tickler and her pussy got hot. She could just imagine what those little protrusions would do to the inside of her pussy. She ran over to the door. Outside was one of the girls. "Go get me Richard," she said, breathing heavily, "Tell him I need him pronto!"
She went back to her chair and looked at the other two. One had a peculiar ball-like mechanism at the tip. She had read about them using it in erotic ceremonies of the Orient. She thought of Chang. Her fingers ran. up and down the little latex fingers of the tickler. Her pussy watered just as if she had been sucking on a big dick. The door flung open and Richard's well-muscled figure strode in. "What can I do for you, Boss," he asked matter-of-factly, taking into sight that Candice was stark naked, but not noticing what she held in her hands.
Candice restrained her begging desires. "Have you ever heard of a French tickler, Richard?" she asked him.
"Sure," he replied, grinning. "When I was in the service there was this one girl I knew who had a top drawer full of them. Awful-looking things. Me, I think they're just for women who can't come on their own. You don't need 'em, Boss."
Candice held up one of the ticklers and let it swing back and forth in front of Richard's face. "Now, Boss," he said, "I don't like them. If you got to do it, then get somebody else. I'm not your man."
"Come here, Richard," Candice ordered.
"Now, Boss."
"Come here!"
"I'm not gonna do it, Boss. You can fire me, but I'm not gonna do it!"
Candice realized that Richard was really against using one of the ticklers on her. She wondered why. She could not realize that Richard knew all too well what these devices did. They turned them into clawing animals. He remembered the girl back in the service, and all of the morning that he would sit and wince with pain while the medical orderly would splash peroxide onto his back. Candice decided to try another tack. "I've just got them as a present and I thought I'd show them to you. I didn't mean for you to use them on me. You're right, I don't need them. But what I do need, right now, is your hot cock in my mouth."
Richard figured that he had held her off. "Right, Boss," he said, grinning broadly and unbuckling his pants. His huge cock popped into view. Candice's mouth and pussy watered at the sheer size of the thing. And showing her true intentions, in the back of her mind she thought: I wonder if the tickler will fit around that rod?
Candice motioned for Richard to come closer. His head pounded with blood. This was the real reason that he had taken the job as bouncer for the cat-house, to be close to Candice. She was the most exciting woman that he had ever met. The Senator could have lined him up with another aide's job, sure, but then he would have been miles away from this luscious twat. This way him and his cock were right in the same house, on call whenever she needed him. Like now.
Candice took his throbbing member in her hands. Each time she touched it she felt a thrill, With all of the time that this prick had spent pounding her pussy, you would think that she would have grown used to it. But it was not so. Each time she touched it she felt again a thrill. But it wasn't only the size of prick that filled her with desire each time she laid eyes on it. Richard's cocksmanship had a lot to do with it. Put on an ordinary slob, or a disgusting pig like Grouse, the prick would have been only a slab of meat. But on the handsome, skillful Richard, it was enough to make a girl cream just knowing that it was there.
Candice bent her head down and flicked her pink tongue over the surface. The taste of the cock made her mouth water for come. She sucked on the big head, running her lips over it, milking it. Richard's cock throbbed with blood. His head pounded as Candice's knowing lips spread over the head, of his cock. She had sucked his cock many times, and yet each time she wrapped her rosy hot mouth over his organ, Richard felt like a boy getting his first blowjob. She whirled her tongue around the length of his shaft, bathing his hot cock with her slippery saliva. The distinctive odor of his crotch rose and filled her nostrils, She bent down further, taking two more inches of shaft into her moist mouth. The cock was pushing at the back of her throat and she knew that to take any more would mean actually pushing the head down her tender, long throat. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate the pulsating organ. Plunging her head down on it as hard as she could, she managed to work her head into position and get two inches of the shaft down her throat. Richard moaned and started pumping himself in and out of her throat. Candice learned quickly his rhythm, and to breathe between each of his powerful strokes. His glans slid in and out of her slippery throat. He felt the come rise within his balls and pour up the shaft. His cockhead was ready to shoot.
Sensing this, Candice backed off. She had other plans for him. "Not now, baby, I just want to turn you on," she said. Richard's come slithered back down his shaft, like mercury down a thermometer. When she felt that it was safe she bent down over his cock again. She sucked at it until again the come had risen and was seconds from pouring out. Then she stopped.
"Oh, please, baby," begged Richard. "Suck me off. I know how you love to eat come. Suck me off for a second more and I promise that you won't know what to do with it all!" Richard's cock was begging to be let loose. It felt to him as if, if he didn't shoot off in a minute, then his cock would burst.
"You gonna use the tickler on me now, baby?" she teased.
"Yes!" he bellowed. "Yes, anything!" He tore the tickler from Candice's hands. The latex was strong and it strained and threatened to break as Richard jammed it over his massive organ. When be had it on his cock it looked like some kind of sea creature, half-plant and half-animal with a thousand tendrils that would sting Candice to death with pleasure.
She screamed when she saw the tickler slid into place. She threw herself back on the bed, her legs spread wide apart, Richard positioned himself between her legs and with a wild grunt, rammed his hot cock into her. Candice screamed when she felt the tickler tickle her pussy walls with the-feeling of a thousand hornets. "Oh ... " she moaned. "Oh, oh, Oh ... I shall die ... Oh, that feels so ... oh, OH, OH ... you're killing me, Richard!" Again and again he rammed the tickler into her. Though covered with latex, Candice's tight pussy was enough to milk his maddened prick. Each time he would pull out, or plunge in, he thousand tendrils of the tickler would enflame Candice anew. She clawed, at his back with her long fingernails until Richard's back was covered with bright red welts. She lifted her legs up onto his sides and crammed her pussy against his cock, demanding that more of the thundering shaft be shoved up her creaming slit.
Richard pounded her faster arid more furiously. Candice's hot pink pussy creamed and creamed. She felt her pussy walls tighten and loosen a hundred times as the tickler drove her mad. Hot cunt juice bubbled from her cunt. Her nipples tightened until they were no more than specks on her tanned, bountiful breasts. She heaved and churned against his weight, but could not move. Candice was torn from the sensations in her pussy. The tickler was driving her insane. Twice she tried to ripple her pussy walls to make him come, but she had to stop each time. As the tickler drove deep inside her it already caressed the folds of her cunt so that she screamed with pleasure and sensation. When she tried to ripple her pussy walls, the agonizing feeling of Richard's hot rod pounding her, and the special scrapings of the tickler's thousand tendrils, together with the sensations that she experienced in rippling those walls, made her lose consciousness for a moment and the rippling ceased.
Even through the latex Richard could feel her pussy walls tighten. It was all the same, he thought, all the same with these broads. Throw a tickler into them and they're a mass of screaming jelly. His own sensitivity lessened by the rubber tickler, Richard enjoyed watching Candice's frantic writhings. How often had he himself been in her position from Candice's magic cunt. Just a few minutes before, she had had him in such a frenzy that he would have done anything to slam his hot rod into her. It's good for her, he thought coolly, to learn what it's like on the other side. Richard kept up his furious pounding. Candice's cunt creamed wad after wad of cunt juice. It covered the inside of her legs, frothing where Richard's thundering pelvis met Candice's.
Candice had never felt like this before. Using the tickler in the first place had been a whimsy, the enacted fantasy of a bored woman. But it was not so now. The tickler was giving Candice the fucking of her life. She threw her legs high over Richard's head, her feet clawing at the air. Her hands scratched insanely at-his back. The pain caused Richard to hump her even faster. He sucked at her tits as he fucked her steaming twat. She stuck up her head and plunged her pink tongue deeply into Richard's ear. The feeling of her saliva and the sounds of her slurping in his ear drove him mad. Suddenly his prick felt as if he was not wearing the tickler at all. He felt each bump and depression of the folds of her cunt. Each time he ran over another of these, they would send singes of pleasure steaming through his whole body. His come, which had been up through his cock twice before in the last fifteen minutes, came plunging once more up the shaft of his agonized prick. His cockhead bulged, filled with come. Candice felt her creaming pussy tighten up more than it had ever done before. Richard's prick, driving deep into her tightening cunt, was squeezed. Beside himself in ecstasy, his cock hole opened and shot forth a tremendous amount of jism into Candice's squirming pussy. Time after time Candice could feel the hot cock pour another load into her. Her own pussy, maddened by the tickler, gave way, even as streams of cunt juice bubbled from the lips of her slit. She wrapped her legs around Richard and hugged him to her. She rode his athletic, churning body as if it were a bucking bronco. Then after seemingly hours of her and Richard's coming, both lay quiet.
The late afternoon haze filtered in through the windows. Candice shuddered again and again, as she thought of her thunderous climax. Her cunt felt like it was soaked through. It was, for spunk and pussy juice still seeped from her twat. She tried to shift her weight, but Richard's hard body held her down. He was barely conscious. It was as if he had come once for two blow jobs and a fuck. His cockhead burned slightly from all of the steaming spunk that had passed through it. His cock lay drained against his leg. Candice's hand caressed the huge dick. Her fingers played circles in the wads of come that still adhered to it.
Vanessa stepped into the room. She regarded the scene in front of her with an amused grin. "Whew!" she exclaimed. "It looks like there's been some lovin' goin on in here! Yes sir, you can smell it!"
Candice and Richard both laughed. Vanessa chuckled. Candice thought very highly of the pretty black girl. When the going had seemed the roughest, it was always Vanessa who ventured a joke and brought smiles to everyone's face. And in decorating the cat-house Vanessa seemed to pull skills out of the air. She had overseen the sewing and painting, and once, when the plumbing was jammed, she even knew how to fix that. Candice had been amazed at the seemingly endless talents of the little girl. "Where did you learn all these things, Vanessa?" Candice had asked her.
"My Momma didn't raise me to be no whore, honey!" came Vanessa's tart reply. Candice had laughed at her mock seriousness. The two of them had ended up hugging and laughing in each other's arms.
Richard sat up in bed. "What you bother us for, Van?" he said, somewhat crossly. "You must have heard what was going on."
"Oh, I heard what was going on, all right, but Candy told me to tell her when the new girl came. Didn't you, Candy?"
Candice remembered that she had gone into the room to mull over some household decisions. She had not expected either the congressman, or for that matter, the tickler. She would have changed her orders if she had remembered. She looked over at the imp, and Vanessa, if the truth be known, was grinning sheepishly. "It's just that Layla's out and the new girl's been waitin' more than a half hour already. She's gettin' skittish too. I guess she figured that the screams upstairs were from another girl gettin' interviewed. I stopped her at the door three times. To tell you the truth, I hope she's down there when I get back. She looked awful happy to see me leave."
"She looks good, then?" asked Candice.
Vanessa smiled broadly. "Real good, Candy. Real fresh and young. Untouched-lookin'. I wouldn't mind a piece of her myself."
"Not yet, Van," laughed Candice. "She has to go through the regular screening procedures first. Afterwards, who knows?"
"You know, Candy," said Vanessa, shaking her head, "when you talk business, you sound just like the Senator." She threw up her hands in mock disgust. "I'll send her in."
Candice rose from the bed and pulled her robe around her. She drew the velvet curtains around the bed. "Now Richard," she said, "you look too comfortable to move. Besides, it might be a turn-on for you to listen. But be quiet. OK?"
Richard nodded. In a moment Vanessa showed the girl in. Her description of the girl had been completely accurate. Untouched looking was a perfect way to describe Elizabeth Anderson. The girl's light brown hair hung long in the back, with straight bangs that set off her bright blue eyes. Her body was soft and round, her breasts big and her hips curvaceous. She looked like a luscious candy girl out of a childhood fantasy. Once Candice had wanted to look like that, before her body had bloomed. The girl couldn't have been any older than seventeen.
"You have come here to apply for a job. Do you know what kind of place this is."
"Oh, yes," said the girl. "It's a cat-house."
Richard had to contain his laughter. "And do you know what goes on in a cat-house?" asked the bemused Candice.
"Yes!" The girl's tone was prim. "I'm not a virgin, you know. I've had many boys. Boys are not enough for me. I want men!" Her blue eyes blazed with naked desire, A horny little bitch, Candice thought to herself. She looked at the girl closely. After the Grouse affair she had been suspicious of everyone that she didn't know. "How did you know about us?" Candice asked her. "We aren't even open for business yet."
"My uncle is the congressman that just left here. I followed him. I wanted to know where you were. I overheard him talking about your place on the phone one night and I figured I'd follow him and find out where you were. I've trailed him all over Washington today. I learned from my father, he was a sheriff out West before he got killed. Please, Miss Staunton. Let me work here. I'm a great fuck! Look at my pussy!" As she said that, Elizabeth lifted her skirt. Her furry twat was in full view as she wore no underpants. She held her skirt aloft for a second, then let it go. In a second she had unfastened the sides and the skirt dropped to the ground. Her thighs were round and soft-looking, and yet strong. Her pussy showed the same light brown as her hair. She stepped forward, and her young, firm, yet heavy, breasts strained against the thin cloth of her blouse.
"Take off your blouse, too. I want to see your tits," Candice heard herself say. Beth slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She was taking her time, intentionally turning Candice on. As each button popped, a little more of Beth's creamy white flesh came into view. Candice strained to look as the blouse came finally down to her cleavage, and Candice saw the little space pop into view. She wanted to go over and soak up all of the warmth and sweetness that she knew lay between the tits of the young Beth. She wanted to snuggle with her, to bring her to the bed and eat out her pussy until she creamed all over her face. With a start, she realized that Richard was in the bed. Her fantasies began to include him. She would eat Beth out while Richard stuck his big dick in her mouth. She would rim Beth while Richard pounded her with the tickler. Richard still had the tickler on! She creamed at the thought of what the young girl would do if the tickler were to be rammed up her.
Beth had shed her blouse and her two ripe, young breasts stood only inches from Candice's hungry mouth. Beth's nipples were hard and erect, ready for Candice's waiting lips. In a second Candice felt the succulent titflesh crammed up against her mouth. She sucked at Beth's tits and snaked around her waist. She stroked the hips of the young girl while she sucked at her tits. Then she let her hand slink around Beth's belly and touch her hot pussy, Beth's pussy was watering in anticipation. The young girl wrapped her hands around Candice's head and pulled Candice down to her, full force. Candice's mouth filled with the white soft skin of Beth's teen-aged tits. She rubbed the soft lips of Beth's pussy. Beth creamed and creamed as Candice rubbed her.
Richard, in the bed, was going mad. He had heard the whole thing and he knew that now, the young Beth was stark naked and being kissed and sucked and finger-fucked by beautiful Candice. He wanted to join in, to see at least, but he'd promised Candice that he'd stay out of sight. Yet the sounds that he heard were driving him mad. He could hear Candice's tongue slurp against Beth's tits. He could hear her moan and give little cries, as Candice's finger worked its way farther and farther into Beth's creaming pussy. He had a tremendous erection. It would take little more to have him tear back the curtains and fuck the shit out of them both.
Candice's finger was deeply in Beth's hot pussy. The cream of the teen-ager's cunt dripped over her hands. Beth kissed Candice's head and neck with wet, hot kisses. Then she slid slowly down one side of Candice's head with her tongue, licked her skin all the way. Her tongue found Candice's earlobe and plunged in. Candice moaned and writhed as Beth licked her ear and sucked at her earlobe. She T felt hot flashes at the younger girl's ministrations. Suddenly, Candice pulled herself away from Beth's tits and dropped to her knees. The girl's light brown pussy stood only inches from her face. She could see the gleaming, moist, inviting lips of Beth's young pussy. Moving close, she was assailed by the familiar saltsweet smell of Beth's cunt. She stuck her head forcefully into the smaller girl's crotch and began to lick Beth's dripping slit. She found the outer lips swollen and ran her lips up and down them, planting deep kisses on the moist inner folds.
The sensation of Candice's tongue snaking around in her pussy drove Beth into a frenzy. She spun her hips crazily in a circle, grinding her pussy deeper onto Candice's face. Candice was lapping up Beth's pussy juice as fast as she could produce it. Then she began to moan. The moans reached Beth's ears and filled her brain. She snaked her fingernails along Candice's long, lean back. Her pussy creamed and creamed and the older woman furiously ate her out. Candice found Beth's budding clit and rolled it between her lips. Beth screamed with pleasure and began to undulate even more wildly. The musky smell of dripping cunt filled the room.
Behind the curtains, Richard could take no more. He threw back the heavy velvet canopy, revealing himself to the two moaning women. He leaped out of bed and stood before them. His cock was huge and throbbing. He was still wearing the tickler and the thousand tendrils of it waved crazily before the two women. His cock looked like some sort of monster and Beth, not knowing what it was, screamed with fright. Here was this huge, muscular man standing before her, his cock, a thousand nubs. She wondered if he were real, if she were not imagining it.
Candice regarded Richard coolly. She enjoyed the effect that he and the tickler were having on the younger girl, and felt no anger toward his action. From the moment she had realized that Richard was still wearing the tickler, she had wanted to see what it would do to the hot creaming pussy of the screaming Beth. She stepped back for a second, removing her head from the girl's crotch. This was all the signal that Richard needed. With a low grunt he came at Beth. She stiffened at the sight of the advancing young buck with the frightening and huge cock. Richard reached Beth in a moment and firmly grasped both of her white shoulders. Pulling her towards him, he planted on her mouth a deep kiss. His tongue thrust deeply into the luscious mouth of the young fresh girl, he reached down his hand to her creaming pussy. The lips felt wet and swollen. He ran his fingers among the moist folds and felt Beth squirm in his embrace. As he felt around inside her cunt, Beth began to move her hips in a circle. Richard felt the deep cunthole present itself to him, and he plunged his finger deeply in. His long middle finger filled all of the teen-ager's tight pussy. She creamed and creamed, gobs of Beth's come dripping off of Richard's fingers.
Candice had moved around to the back and was licking the come off Richard's hands as he massaged Beth's clit. Then Richard moved his hand upward to allow Candice to get her mouth in on the act. Her long pink tongue snaked into the young girl's hot hole. The sensations were too much for Beth and she came and came. Her pussy juice ran over her two lovers and dripped onto the floor between them. "Oh ... ouuuuu ... Oh, OH!" moaned Beth. "That's it ... yes, oh ... the two of you are so ... ouuuuuu!" Candice moved her head around back and began to lick Beth's asshole. Richard, as if on cue, positioned himself in front of Beth's steaming" slit. His cock, covered with the maddening tickler, dangled in front of Beth, Richard's huge cock alone would have been enough to frighten the girl, but the tickler made him truly petrifying. The young girl tried to back up, but Candice's tongue was firmly embedded up her ass. Richard bent his legs at the knee so that his erect, upturned member was straining towards Beth's pussy lips. Without a warning, he suddenly lifted her by her sides and plunged his thundering organ deep into her creaming pussy.
Beth almost shot to the ceiling as she felt the tickler-covered cock slide into her pussy. A moment ago, being sucked and fingered by Candice, the thought had crossed her mind that she would like a cock, but the tickler changed all that, As the thousand nubs of the tickler ran shivers of agonized pleasure with each movement of Richard's huge cock, she literally screamed. The smell of her watering twat filled the air with the scent of the rut. The musky woman-odors and the strong smells of Richard's straining body filled up all of their senses. Candice tasted the faintly sweet odor of the young girl's steaming asshole.
Richard's cock, deeply embedded in Beth's hot, tight, young pussy, felt incredible. Even through the rubber he could feel her pussy walls contract and loosen with each of the thrusts of his maddened organ. Time and time again, he felt a wad of pussy juice sluice down over his cock. His come welled up in his body and began to move down the shaft. He pounded Beth mercilessly, as he felt his own jism rise and flow down the length of his blood-gorged tool. Beth's cunt was on fire. The tickler felt like a thousand crawling insects, nibbling at every inch of the inside of her tender young pussy. She wrapped her arms around Richard's shoulders and bit his neck and shoulders until red welts appeared everywhere. Lifting her legs to his sides, she held herself aloft in this fashion, grinding her pussy against his cock. Richard was pulling his cock all the way out of Candice, then waiting for a half-second, plunging it full force into the steaming twat. He took full advantage of the tickler, circling it around in the young girl's tender cunt, so that the tendrils were constantly stimulating a new layer of cunt. Candice could no longer keep her tongue up Beth's asshole, as the girl was swaying her hips around as fast as she could. She looked as though Richard's cock was threaded and Beth was trying to screw it up her pussy.
Richard carried Beth over to the bed, his tickler covered cock still mashed deeply up her wet hole. He got her quickly on her back, so that her legs dangled over the edge of the bed. He lifted her feet onto his shoulders so that her steaming pink twat was in clear view in front of his face. The sight of the dripping pink lips maddened him. With renewed frenzy he plunged his blood-gorged tool again and again up the creaming slit of the young girl. His two strong hands held her body aloft by the ass and Beth's free feet kicked at the sides of Richard's neck as if he were a stallion. Candice, herself, dripped at the sight of the furious fucking that the young girl was getting. She watched with fascination as Richard's cock would emerge from deep inside Beth, and then go plunging in again. She felt waves of pleasure in her own cunt, just from watching the event. The tickler shook in a thousand directions each time it left the slit of Beth. And Candice, watching, could only imagine herself there, a scant few moments before and she knew what Beth was feeling. She rubbed her own clit in the middle of the floor. She wanted that tickler-covered dick to be shoved up her, too.
Richard was giving Beth the fucking of her life. He did not know that this was only Beth's second time with a man, and the first had been some asshole that she had met at a concert who had shot his wad a few seconds after busting her pussy. Since that time she had become obsessed with sex. She watched the crotch of every man she saw, wondering what his cock was like and how it could feel shoved up her steaming hole. The frantic fucking that she was getting now was like a dream come true. She did not feel like a horny little girl any longer. She felt like a sex-starved woman who was finally getting her share. Beth was a teen-aged nymphomaniac, and the tickler, for the first time in her young life, was satisfying her, filling her cunt with the creaming that she had always wanted. Richard sensed that this was the girl's first real fuck and really made it worth her while. He felt his own come thundering at the head of his massive tool but he restrained himself, to give Beth the fucking that she deserved.
Candice could not keep herself out of the picture any more. She ran to the other side of the bed and squatted over Beth's moaning mouth. Beth looked up to see Candice's cunt staring her in the face. It was her first real smell of cunt and the delicious odor filled her head. She cupped her hands on the soft white ass of Candice and pulled her cunt down to her mouth. It was hard to tell which was wetter, Beth's fresh young mouth, or Candice's steaming cunt. Again and again, Beth shot her tongue into Candice's cunt, causing her to cream repeatedly. The hot pussy juice flowed all over the face of the teen-ager, and into her waiting mouth as well. In a moment, Beth found that she loved the taste of pussy juice, and hungrily lapped up all that Candice could produce from the folds of her steamy pussy. Richard was still furiously pounding Beth with the tickler and Beth took out her pleasure on Candice's cunt. Candice moaned, "Oh, you beautiful little girl ... oh, lick me there, ... that's it ... faster now, ... Ooooh, that's it ... right there.,. Ooouu-uuuuuuu!" With a tremendous creaming, Candice came and bubbled her cunt juice into Beth's hungry mouth, She fell back onto the bed, muttering to herself in the fury of her orgasm.
This left only Richard, trying desperately to hold back his come until the little girl begged for mercy. His cockhead felt like it was going to explode. His whole shaft was filled with spunk. It burned the inside of his prick and it took all of his concentration to hold it inside him. Beth was screaming for more, riding him like a bronco. She had her legs firmly implanted on his hips, and using the leverage, rammed her pelvis forward to meet each of the powerful thrusts of Richard's cock. The come seeped in a pool between them. Beth looked up into Richard's agonized face and saw that he could hold no longer. Lurching his body forward, he let go of the vise-like grip that he had held on his massive battering ram, and his come burst forth in a steady stream. Wad after wad of hot jism shot into Beth's eager cunt. The teenager felt Richard's spunk tear into her and fill her pussy. Then, Beth's cunt brimming with his jism, Richard had enough. He fell with a grunt on top of Beth, pinning the young girl to the bed.
Still, Beth was not satisfied. She looked disdainfully at the two exhausted adults. There's no more fun in them, she thought ruefully. Then her eyes lit with an idea. She ran over to Richard, arid tore the come-covered tickler from his huge, but soft prick. Lubricated by so much come, it easily slid off. Then she searched around the room like a madwoman. Finally, on Candice's dressing table, she spied what she wanted. As the two adults watched with amazement, Beth pulled the long-handled mirror from the vanity and fitted the tickler over it. The handle was long and fat, about the same dimensions as Richard's huge prick, fully erect. With a wild shriek she plunged the tickler-covered handle of the mirror deep into her hungry young twat. She rammed it in and out of her with vicious fury while Richard and Candice looked on. The scene that they beheld was astounding. Standing in the middle of the floor, Beth stood with her legs spread wide apart at the knee, cramming the mirror in and out of her twat as fast as she could. The tickler played havoc on the inside of her pussy. Finally, with a mad shriek, she came one last time and collapsed on the floor.
Vanessa came in and regarded the three of them. Richard and Candice lay moaning in the bed. Candice's hand was over her cunt protectively. Richard was on his back, breathing hard and rustling his head from side to side. And on the floor in the center of the bedroom, Beth lay moaning, her body almost convulsing from the strength of her orgasms. Come stains were everywhere. On the bed, in two places there were two deep pools of come. Beth's hair was streaked with her sticky, cunt juice and Richard's steaming spunk.
"Well, well," said Vanessa, "I guess the young lady gets the job."
Candice managed to raise herself on one arm. "No, Van, she's too young. She's just turned seventeen!"
Vanessa regarded the crumpled figure of Beth with new respect. "Well, well, young lady, you make sure that you come back here when you're of age. Talent like yours shouldn't go to waste." She helped Beth to her feet and led her slowly out of the room.
"But, Beth!" Richard called out. "Be sure to visit us any time you're in the neighborhood!" Then he and Candice fell back and roared with laughter rolling in the puddles of come.
Chapter Eight
The day of the Gala Opening of "Miss Candy's Olde-Style Pleasure Emporium" had finally arrived. Because of the return of fifty acceptances, she had had to hire forty girls temporarily. Everyone had worked on it, and the array of fifty scantily-clad beauties was astounding. Bountiful tits hung everywhere. And everywhere one walked, one could smell the musk of hot pussy waiting to be fucked. Richard was good for almost nothing. Everywhere he went to do a chore there was another hot beauty eyeing him wantonly. Candice had sent him to the kitchen to help the cook. Every time a near-naked girl would walk in to give the cook a message or to get a snack, Richard could hardly keep from grabbing her and fucking her right on the cutting board. The cook, a kindly middle-aged Italian named Mario, felt pity for poor Richard. He kept feeding Richard enormous plates of steaming pasta, to help him sublimate his awful desire, Richard crammed his mouth with food. It was the only relief for his aching prick. Unbeknownst to him and everyone, Beth was one of the girls in the house that night. With the arrival of forty new girls, Candice had not had time to meet them all. Richard was trapped in the kitchen and his rut-crazed mind was probably too delirious to recognize her, even if he saw her. The only other person who knew her was Vanessa, and she was not in the house at all. Vanessa had taken charge of the transportation arrangements. The plan was to pick up all of the guests at their convenience in large, plush limousines. Candice thought that the idea had charm, and practical use too, for no one could spot the guest's car out in front. Beth set herself up in one of the twenty bedrooms. It was a light-blue and white-lace room at the very end of the third-floor hallway. Up here, Beth was sure that she would not be spotted. She wore a floor-length see-through gown and her hair was up. A few curls dropped in front of her face.
With the sound of the first guests arriving, Candice sped to the foyer to greet them. The first few had just entered, but Layla had wisely positioned herself there already. Candice decided to let Layla have the honors. As the men piled in and went to the bar, girls appeared as if by magic. They walked over to the men and took their arms. The bar was open for anyone who had paid the admission. It cost $200 to attend the night's festivities.
Candice looked around. Heather had already attached herself to the editor of the large Washington daily that Grouse worked for. The man looked interested, too. If tonight went well, she knew, they would have nothing more to worry about from Grouse.
Vanessa was with a stocky, but well-built Japanese businessman. As a couple, Vanessa and the Nippon looked exotic and attractive. Van looked satisfied too. That was one thing about Miss Candy's. Everybody enjoyed their work.
As a touch of special elegance, Candice had all the girls holding satin masks on long poles, which they held in front of their eyes. It made the place seem like a costumed ball. As Candice watched the fifty men enter and join the fifty girls, the house seemed to come alive. Richard and Mario got things together, and some of the girls went into the kitchen to bring out the plates of steaming delicacies. Music appeared from the band at the edge of the drawing room, and some of the girls began to dance with each other. The men stood in a group, drinking and eating and watching the spectacle before them. Twenty beauties danced before them, the five in the center doing an erotic ballet and slowly shedding their clothes. As the men watched, the girls gracefully stepped out of their clothes until their magnificent beauty was completely unclothed. The men felt themselves flush at the sight of the naked beauties.
Suddenly, off to the left, the drummer had started a savage drumbeat. The outer girls dropped back, and the inner, naked five lit pools of oil that dotted the dance floor. The flames shot up, and they lay on their backs writhing as the heat from the fires crept between their spread legs. The men watched as the girls pushed their pelvises at them, as if they were being fucked. They could see the girls' bright red pussy flesh in the glow of the fire. The girls writhed in time with the savage drumbeat. Layla leapt out onto the floor. In the dim light of the room, and in the glare of the fire, it looked as though she were naked, but in fact, she had on her asbestos leotard. One man. in the audience knew what he was going to see next. Senator Hughes, calmly regarding the spectacle with amusement, had seen Layla's dance when she was but a teen-ager. She had not aged a day, and it was like being young again to sit and watch her do the "Dance of Fire" that had so enflamed him years before. Layla began to undulate through the fires to the delight of the spectators. She leaped through shoot after shoot of deadly flame. The men gasped, sure that she was horribly burned. Her grass skirt hung in charred tatters against her hips. She came to the edge of the stage and stepped into the audience. The men instinctively backed up a step. Then reaching up to her neck she tore the flesh from her body. No, not flesh, but rather the asbestos suit. And as she tore it off her, more and more of her soft, brown body showed itself. Two pendulous, deeply-tanned breasts hung out of the blackened suit. She peeled it down further, slowly over her hips. The men stared at her stomach and the first upper wisps of pubic hair. Then Layla pulled it down over her cunt and fine bush. The men stared open-mouthed. Layla broke into a wild dance around the edge of the room, rubbing her pussy and tits on every man that she could reach. She passed the Senator and gave him a special greeting. Squatting over him on one leg, she curtsied and kissed the crotch of his pants. The hall broke into tumultuous applause and the lights flashed back on. From every doorway, luscious girls streamed back to their enchanted guests. The smells of the fine banquet filled the air and the sounds of music and laughter filled the hall. The Gala Event was on!
Candice felt wonderful, playing the part of Madam. She did not offer her services to the guests already. The Senator had hinted about a very special guest, and Candice was saving herself for him. As everyone got drunker, things began to loosen up. Candice looked over from the bar to see Heather and her editor necking in the corner. He had her long dress off and down around her waist. With her breasts and back exposed, her long hair hung down her back. She looked like a giant mare, with her wide hips and flowing black mane. The editor playfully nibbled on her nipples while Heather sucked and licked his ears. His hand came around to the long slit down one side of her leg. Plunging his hand into the hotness between her legs, the editor found Heather's twat. He felt the moist warmth draw his hands inward between the folds of flesh. Heather moaned loudly and everyone in the room suddenly looked over. The editor became flushed, but Heather said calmly, "Come on, Mr. Man, show all these people how you can make me come." The editor looked up at the luscious brunette, his eyes two small dark blazes of desire. He tore off her dress the rest of the way and carried her over to the sofa in the center of the room. He ripped off his own clothes in a frenzy and pounced on Heather. She was laying on the sofa with her legs spread wide apart, her hot pussy hungry for cock.
The sight of this turned everyone in the room on and the place became a mammoth orgy. Clothes fluttered off bodies everywhere. And everywhere were the sounds of moans and giggles, and of course, the smell of dripping twat. Everywhere, there were men carrying giggling and struggling women up the wide flight of stairs towards the upper bedrooms. And for those who could not wait, there was the floor, or the couches, or even the nearest wall. Vanessa's businessman could not decide whether to fuck the strapping black wench in the main room, or to carry her upstairs. They were both naked already and the Japanese sported a huge erection. Vanessa teased him, covering the cock for an instant with her hot pussy, and then pulling out and dancing away from his attempts to plunge it back in. She bounced her tits in front of his face, her nipples enormously erect. He tried to grab them with his teeth, but the agile Vanessa managed to keep herself out of range. "I ain't gonna let you in my pussy until you ask me to go upstairs. I'm a lady and a lady gets asked," she said in a singsong, inches away from the frenzied Nippon. He answered her by reaching out sharply and getting hold of her shoulder. He wrenched her to him while Vanessa laughed maniacally at the frenzy which the Japanese was in. The laughter enraged him, and, summoning all of his strength, he hauled Vanessa aloft and then plunged her creaming pussy down on his maddened tool. Vanessa threw her head back and grasped him firmly around the waist with her legs. She rocked back and forth on his cock, laughing and kissing his head. "Now, Miss," he said panting, "would you give me the pleasure of accompanying me upstairs?"
"Love to, stud," came her tart reply. He lifted her ass with his hands, and with his cock still firmly embedded in the black girl's cunt, he climbed the flight of stairs. Vanessa was small, but no lightweight. Everyone watched the yellow-and-black mass of churning flesh climbing the stairs. The Japanese's grunts, at first, were taken for grunts of fatigue. Everyone noticed how they coincided with the churnings of Vanessa's hips. They were grunts of pleasure.
The couple reached the first floor. Vanessa's pussy dripped juice. She stuck her deep mahogany tits in the businessman's face. He took the big, dark brown nipples in his mouth and sucked them good and hard. Vanessa moaned and wrapped her firm, brown thighs tighter around him. His cock was well up her pussy, just the way she liked it. And he was working for her, another thing that turned Vanessa on. She became a wildcat, slamming her hot cunt up against his pelvis with renewed frenzy. She felt her pussy walls give way to accommodate the big cock of the Nippon. He threw back his face and felt come rise in his cock and spurt out of the end, filling the black girl's pussy as he carried her up the stairs. Everyone downstairs saw the white come spurting from between Vanessa's brown thighs, and a thunderous applause broke out. The Nippon grinned and Vanessa laughed, and together, the couple climbed the stairs to the third floor.
The third floor had been relatively quiet up to their arrival. Beth was still in the room at the end of the hall, unsure as to whether or not she should come out. Little did she know that in the very next room, the congressman, her uncle, was furiously humping a luscious redhead.
The redhead's legs were high over her head. "Faster!" she shrieked. The congressman complied, ramming his hot tool faster and faster in and out of her aching pussy. The redhead's cunt walls became incredibly tight and she bore down on the shoulders of the congressman, tearing at his neck and shoulders. The congressman quickened his pace. Hot wads of cunt juice poured from the redhead's steaming pussy. She moaned and gasped and came, time and time again. He felt his cock shaft fill with burning come as he drove his tool deeper and deeper into her. His cock head bulged, filled with come. The swollen red lips of the redhead's pussy puckered at his cock each time he pulled it out. And that's what he was doing now, pulling his cock out of her until its pink head popped free of those swollen lips, and then plunging it back in. Each time she felt his cock drive into her, the redhead creamed again. She was in a frenzy now, tearing at his back with her long fingernails. She flailed her legs wildly above his head. With a shuddering gasp, gobs of hot come streamed from the congressman's cock. He continued to pump into her, and each time he did, his cock would let loose a steaming load of spunk. The redhead's pussy brimmed full of her own cunt juice and his come and their mingled sweat. She came herself, a moment later, her dripping pussy in spasms. Then the redhead giggled, lifted herself, and fled from the room leaving the congressman alone.
Beth had decided to take a peek into the other rooms on the floor. She knew for sure that there was fucking going on in the next room, and figured she'd stick her head in and see who it was.
The congressman lay sideways across the bed. His legs and cock hung over the side. He stared up into the mirror above his head and looked at himself lying there. He closed his eyes and passed off into sleep. Beth, meanwhile, had softly opened the door, and unbeknownst to either of them, was gazing at the come-covered cock of her uncle. She tiptoed into the room. The form in the bed didn't budge. He's asleep, she thought, whoever he is, and I know of a good way to wake him up. She knelt down silently in front of the sleeping form. She took the limp cock softly in her hands so as to not to wake him. Reaching down with her head, she wrapped her luscious lips around the head of the cock, sucking softly. She gently licked all of the come off the cock.
The congressman awoke with his cock being bathed in warm saliva. A tongue-bath hello, he thought to himself. What a fine place! He glanced between the legs and saw a beautiful hairdo of silky light brown hair rise from his own kinky pubic hair. Another of the girls had no doubt wandered in, he reasoned, and decided to wake him up the nice way. Well, he had no objections to a blowjob. Next to a good cornholing, a blowjob was the nicest thing in the world. He felt the girl take his cock head in between her soft hot lips. With her tongue bathing the tip of the cock, she sucked at the place where the cock head and cock shaft joined. Her lips curled into the little space, and her tongue tickled the folds underneath the head. The congressman moaned. His soft cock started to grow and grow until he had a tremendous erection. He could hear the girl between his legs gasp, and he chuckled to himself. Now let's see what she does with it, he thought.
Beth felt the cock growing steadily bigger in her mouth. Soon she could no longer manage to keep it all in her mouth. It grew hard and wide. Her cheeks hurt from her sucking, but she opened her mouth wider and took even more of the pulsating organ of her unwitting uncle. She sucked on, bobbing her head up and down in a regular rhythm.
The congressman felt a burning deep in his balls. His come was bubbling hot now, and slowly working its way up the shaft. He felt the girl's lips milk every inch of the burning shaft. As she passed her lips over his cock, her tongue whipped circles around the hot meat. The congressman writhed and churned on the bed from the expert cocksucking that he was getting. Suddenly he felt his prick head fill up with spunk and a torrential wad of cream burst forth into the girl's hungry mouth. It shot into her mouth, coating her throat, and she swallowed furiously to keep up with the steaming loads. Come dripped out of the corners of her mouth and hung off her chin. Beth was so happy, having her mouth filled with delicious come. She lapped at the come still hanging on the cock, gobbling it up as fast as she could. The come still dripping off her chin, she looked up to see the face of the man that she had just sucked off.
As load after load of the congressman's jism shot into the hot mouth of the young girl, the congressman reached down his hands to her hair and grabbed a bit of it playfully. The girl shook her head free and glanced up.
The congressman was astounded to see the face of his young niece look mistily his way, his come dripping from her chin. It was Elizabeth who had been sucking his cock! The realization struck him like a ton of bricks. "Elizabeth," he stuttered, "what are you doing here?"
"Uncle!" Beth was equally amazed. They stared at each other for a few minutes. Then Beth looked at her uncle dreamily. "Uncle," she said seductively, "did you like the way that I sucked you off?"
"Elizabeth!" the congressman squeaked. "I'm your uncle!"
"Uncle," Elizabeth repeated, "how would you like to stick your cock up my bumhole, huh, Uncle, would you like that?" She purred on, asking him all of the things that he actually would like to do. She stood up before him. Her nipples were perked and ready. He could see the outline of her firm young breasts beneath the white lace. Her angelic blue eyes blazed with a grim fire. She undid her nightie at the neck and it floated to the floor. Beth stood before her uncle, stark naked. She watched him stare at her naked young flesh, and her pussy watered at the thoughts that he must be having.
She stepped forward so that her legs touched his. His cock felt a twinge and began to rise. "That's it, Uncle," Beth purred. She took his cock and rolled it gently between the palms of her hands. The congressman watched his young niece fondle his hot prick. He felt his gaze burn its way down from her breasts and over her soft stomach to the patch of cunt hair. Beth felt him staring at her cunt and it bubbled pussy juice just from his gaze. She leaned forward and brushed his cock head against her wet cunt lips. The congressman's cock blazed to full size. He leaned forward and grabbed her by the arms. Beth tumbled onto him, her tits crushing against his chest. Her hard nipples brushed against his chest hair. The congressman felt the body of the luscious teen-ager press against his, and his mind ceased telling him T what he was doing was wrong. It suddenly became incredibly right to fondle her breasts, to kiss her silky hair, to finger her hot twat.
She lay on top of him so that her pussy lips caressed the shaft of his cock. She moved her legs back and forth, rubbing her moist cunt against his tool. He grabbed her ass and tried to lift her so that he could plunge into her cunt, but she playfully shifted one leg over his so that her cunt was out of range. Lust filled the head of the congressman. Savagely, he lifted Beth above him and threw her on the bed, Beth giggled and spread her legs revealing her dripping pink cunt to the maddened congressman. He tried to jump on her, but she deftly rolled off the bed and he felt his cock slide against the satin sheets instead. Then Beth laughed and ran, stark naked, into the hall.
The congressman tore after her, his hot prick standing out before him. Beth turned the corner and. started down the stairs to the second floor. Can dice was coming up the stairs at the same time. She saw a young naked girl rip down the stairs past her, almost knocking her over. Then, a second later, the congressman whizzed past her. She shook her head in amazement. Well, she thought, at least the guests are having a good time.
Beth reached the second floor and started for the first, the congressman in hot pursuit. Once, he almost caught her, but the sweaty flesh of the youngster slipped from his fingers. All the guests laughed at the comic chase. It was like a Mack Sennett comedy.
Beth leaped the last few stairs and ran into the banquet room. Except for the leftover food and some scattered clothing, the room was empty. She had reached a dead-end. The congressman appeared, panting, at the door. Beth saw his furious desire, and for the first time she felt frightened.
"Now, Uncle," she said, "that was fun wasn't it? I think that I'll get dressed and go home."
"You'll do nothing of the kind, young lady!" he growled. He approached her slowly. Instinctively, Beth raised her hands to her firm, white breasts. Her teeth nearly chattered with fear. The congressman reached her and very slowly put out his hand, as if he wanted her to shake it. They looked at each other deeply and cautiously, Beth extended her little hand. The look in her eyes changed from fear to desire, longing. They had fantasized about each other often, and now they were being given the chance to act it out.
He jerked her to him with a start. Beth, off-balance, was flung against the waiting body of her uncle. He crushed her mouth in a deep French-kiss, tasting her saliva. He almost tore off her lips in his frenzy. His enormous cock worked its way between her legs, rubbing her hot cunt. With one hand, he reached down and stroked her breasts, flattening them against her body. Her nipples were just like two pin-holes, and her pussy juice dripped from between her parted thighs.
Beth drove her tongue into her uncle's mouth with mad fury. She could feel his hot cock rubbing against her pussy walls as her come dripped out. Perhaps it was the taboo of incest that drove her mad, but she had never wanted a cock so bad in her life. She felt the long shaft tease her cunt into agony. She moaned and. writhed in her uncle's arms. She reached down one hand to his cock. As soon as she touched it he uttered a deep groan. Her fingers cupped around the tip of the huge, pulsating head. Slowly she began to move her hand up and down, squeezing his blood-gorged member and milking the come from his bursting testicles. The congressman drove his hips madly back and forth, fucking Beth's tight little fist. Her fingers, tight against his cockhead, drove him mad, and he thrust his cock in and out of the little "O." With his hand, he reached down to her creaming twat. He spread the moist folds quickly apart and felt for the budding little clit. He felt her hot cunt juice run over his hand. Whether it was the taboo, also, that was turning him on or not didn't matter to him. He wanted nothing less than to cram his eager cock into the creaming young pussy.
He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply. The smell of cunt filled his nostrils. Beth's perfumed body smells mingled with the odor of her cunt in a delicious mixture. His own body smelled deeply of musk.
Suddenly, he felt her pussy walls tighten against his fingers. Her whole cunt seemed to shrink to half its normal size. He rubbed her clit even harder, feeling the pussy tighten even more. Then with a moan, Beth came. Her wet pussy dripped come and heat. She slumped in his arms and he carried her over to the couch and laid her on it. Then he walked over to the banquet table and stood there, quivering.
He thought of the last few moments. He had just finger-fucked his niece! He looked over to her naked form, moaning softly on the couch. His hungry eyes swept the length of her body, taking it all in. Beth's legs were slightly spread so that a faint patch of light brown cunt hair rose between them. Her muscular thighs, strong and yet beautifully formed, rippled each time she shifted them. The two soft asscheeks rose invitingly into the air, followed by the soft curve of her back and shoulders. Her round tits were just visible, crushed oval beneath her body and the couch. She lay with her head on her hands, her silky brown hair shining in the soft light. The congressman had looked at his niece many times before, but it was not until now that he realized that she was an exquisite young creature, As he stared at her body, she turned her head to him. Two enormous, sky-blue eyes caught him in a languid stare and the corners of her luscious lips turned up in an impish smile. He spun away quickly and regarded the banquet table. There was still a lot of food left over. He suddenly felt hungry. He reached for a slice of roast beef and greedily crammed it into his mouth. He chewed slowly, feeling the warmth of the meat, He was stopped short by strange sensations from his crotch.
Beth had sneaked, up on him and was kneeling between his legs, licking his hairy balls from the rear. "I'm hungry too, Uncle," she purred to his astonished stare. He watched with fascination as her little pink tongue slipped its way among his balls. His cock had gone soft, but the girl's playful tongue filled it once again with a thunderous rhythm. Beth took one of his balls in her mouth. She rolled it around, covering it with saliva. When it was dripping, she sucked on the other one. The congressman felt his desire begin to rise again. I want to fuck her, he thought. I want to fuck my niece. He looked down at her body again. Her soft tits shifted as she strained to suck his balls and lick his asshole. It was as if he was two people, one being sucked and the other thinking. Slowly, the thinking congressman faded away before Beth's skillful tongue. He felt raked with desire. Reaching down he grabbed his young niece by the armpits and raised her up before him. Her pert breasts brushed against his chest, filling his head with pounding. He led her over to the table. Beth knew what he was up to and bent over the table. Her ass cheeks spread before him and revealed her dripping twat. Her cunt lips were puckered and ready for him to slam into, but that was not what he was interested in. Just above the teen-ager's steaming slit was her little tight bumhole and that was what he stared at with such intensity.
His cock was like an iron battering ram. He stepped in, close to her and ran his cock head against her twat. Beth moaned deeply and spread her legs further. He worked his cock all over the outside of her eager, dripping cunt, covering it with pussy juice. Then he firmly placed it against her rear opening.
"Oh, not there, Uncle!" Beth pleaded. "You're so big and I'm so small in there." Her voice sounded like a little girl's. The sound of her pleading among her soft moans, as he played his cock head against her cunt, strengthened his determination. In the old days, ass-fucking was an effective means of birth control, Well, he thought with a bemused grin, remembering the past, at least she won't get pregnant this way. His cock, greased with her cunt juice and knocking at Beth's back door, made it grow to an enormous length and width. Carefully he worked the head against her bummy and with a little pressure managed to get the head into her. Beth let out a little yelp and spread her legs wider. Past his own hairy cock, the Congressman could see her cunt lips glisten. As her tight ass hole squeezed against his cockhead, he felt the blood rise into his head. He pushed forward and got another two inches in. Beth squirmed and lowered the upper part of her body pushing another inch of his hung cock into her steaming bumhole. He began to thrust in and out now, in a regular rhythm, working more and more of his cock into her with each thrust. Beth made little sounds almost as if she was crying. The congressman heard them and suddenly remembered who he was ... and what he was doing. "Am I hurting you, Beth?" he asked tenderly.
"Oh, yes, Uncle," admitted the little girl. "But ... don't stop. Stick it all the way up into me, Uncle. It feels so funny, but it feels so good. Oh, Uncle, make me come!"
The congressman heard her words with furious desire. He plunged full force into her, forcing his bursting cock in to the hilt. Beth screamed and her cunt bubbled come all over his cock. He pounded her ass with a frantic pace, thrusting his blood-gorged organ into her tender ass as fast as he could. Beth began to move her hips in a circle, grinding his agonized member deeper and deeper into her. The odor of cunt rose from her crotch and bathed the humping congressman. He felt his balls fill with come, and it worked its way up his iron shaft. The steaming spunk rose within him, and he could feel his cockhead, deeply embedded in Beth's tender ass, fill with come. Beth was coming so fast it was hard for her to stay conscious. Her big beautiful uncle's cock was making her swoon with the hot flashes of her multiple orgasms. Her pussy deposited load upon load of cunt juice on her uncle's cock. It dripped off him, down both of their legs and formed as a puddle on the floor between them. With a gasp, the congressman stiffened and let loose a stream of come that filled Beth's asshole. She herself came again, feeling the hot spunk bathing her inner walls. She collapsed and lay flat against the table, panting furiously.
Chapter Nine
Candice sat upstairs in the plush boudoir, feeling bored. Below her, the Gala Opening raged with all its fury. The Opening was a smashing success. But she didn't feel satisfied. She was lonely. She had spent the entire night making sure that everyone else enjoyed themselves and after everyone was taken care of, she had come upstairs. It wasn't until she sat down on the soft satin sheets of the luxurious bed that she had started feeling down. Maybe she should go downstairs and see if there was anything that need to be done ...
Suddenly there was slight sound as the door was pushed ajar. Who could it be? Senator Hughes pushed open the door and walked in. He looked quite drunk. He tottered over to the bed and sat down. She grabbed his head and kissed him. "This is all your doing, Senator. Without you I'd still be pushing papers around in some dreary office. I really want to thank you. What you've done has meant a lot to me." She placed an arm around his shoulders and placed her head on his arm.
Senator Hughes felt a rush of affection for the sweet warm thing. It made the joy of his news all the greater. "Candice," he began, "I think I have something which shows how much you have meant to me. Do you know who I had lunch with today? Citizen Chang of the People's Republic of China. We sat together today at lunch and spoke to each other like two human beings. We got a lot done today, Candice. I think that Chang is finally beginning to understand our position ... and we are beginning to understand his. And it's all thanks to you, Candice." He kissed her head.
"Senator," said Candice, "I didn't do anything special for Chang."
"That's just it," explained the Senator, "or at least what Chang said was important. He said that you were the first American woman that had treated him like a man, and not like some mysterious sex-machine from a far-off land. He said that you were concerned for his pleasure as well as your own. He said that it touched him deeply and that he wished me to convey it to you. I'm just giving you his own words. His morality forbade him to come here. It seems that he's against ... er ... paying for it, if you'll excuse the expression. At any rate, he's sent a gift for you. He says he hopes that it gives you as much pleasure as you have given him."
The Senator clapped his hands sharply together and two bronze giants stepped into the room. They were Orientals, both over six feet tall. They looked as though they had spent their entire lives lifting huge rocks. Candice could not have stretched both of her long hands over their massive biceps. Their thigh muscles stood out on their legs like bound rope. And the bulge in their briefs was beyond belief also. Their oiled bodies shone in the soft light of the boudoir.
The brutes stepped forward. Their loin cloths were pulled tightly around them and with each step they took, their massive haunches rippled with the strength of their loins. Each of them wore their hair long, but like their bodies, it too was heavily oiled, and pulled back in a pigtail. Each of them sported a long, silky mustache. They strode to the center of the room and stood, facing Candice.
"They are wrestlers," said the Senator. "They will fight over you and the winner will get you. You are the prize, Candice."
He clapped his hands together again and strode from the room. The wrestlers began to circle each other, their muscles glistening. They moved their arms in groping motions, looking for an opportunity to strike.
Candice suddenly yelled out. "Take off your loin cloths, boys. I want to watch some real action!" She motioned for the wrestlers to strip. They understood her charade and both unfastened their loin cloths and let them drop to the ground. Two huge pricks emerged from their covering. Candice felt her eyes riveted to the enormous cocks. With grunts, the two wrestlers faced each other again, now completely nude. Their cocks hung before them like bullwhips. The first wrestler lunged and got his arm across the back of the neck of the second. He pushed downward with all his strength, trying to take full advantage of his early windfall. The strain showed on the face of the second wrestler's face as his head was shoved down between his shoulders. Sweat rolled off of his forehead. His neck muscles stood out as he tried desperately to maintain an airway. Suddenly, his whole body seemed to contract and then expand with vicious force. The first wrestler went tumbling off him, flying across the room and onto the couch. The delicate antique was crushed flat by his flying weight. Immediately, he was back on his feet and charging the other wrestler, his head down like a bull. He tried to ram his head into the other's stomach, but the second wrestler thwarted him with an upward thrust of his arms. Then, while the charging first wrestler was still off balance, the other gave him a tremendous kick in the groin. He sank to his knees, clutching madly at his intestines. The second wrestler moved in for the kill, aiming another powerful kick at the kneeling man's head. But the first wrestler grabbed hold of his foot with an incredible cat-like movement, before it could strike. They stood there for a second, like puppets whose strings have been cut. The tenseness of their huge muscles relayed the awful struggle to Candice. She had not thought of what was happening before this instant. This was too much, she decided. She would try to get out.
While the two wrestlers locked in their combat strained for the upper hand, Candice slid off the bed and made for the door. She was halfway there when she heard a tremendous shout and saw a huge bulk of flesh heading right towards her. She leaped out of the way, just as the flesh mass crashed into her vanity table, crushing it flat. The first wrestler had summoned up a tremendous reserve of strength and had hurled the second wrestler across the room. Then he leaped on the supine form, blocking the doorway. Candice thought that she would try the window, but they were on the third floor, and there was only a half inch molding around the steep roof. She was trapped.
The two mammoth wrestlers fought each other savagely. Candice watched them battle with fascination. Which one would win? she thought. She studying the huge cocks of the wrestlers. Wrestler one's cock looked longer than wrestler two, and Candice began to wonder if she wanted a long cock or a fat one. Her pussy began to yearn for either of them.
The first wrestler seemed to be having the upper hand. He had one arm snaked around the second wrestler's neck and was squeezing him as hard as he could. His other hand held the second wrestler's arm pinned upwards behind him in a half-nelson. He squeezed the arm too. Rivulets of sweat ran down the second wrestler's temples. His one free arm was useless, too far away on the free side of his body. He swung it crazily in the air trying to clutch at anything. There was nothing within his reach, however. Slowly, inexorably, the first wrestler was squeezing the life out of the second. Desperate and almost out of breath, the stricken man thrust his hand into the tangle of flesh one more time to try and get a handhold. His fingers groped around something soft. He had, inadvertently, grabbed the first wrestler's cock and was yanking at it with all his might. The cock seemed to stretch to an enormous length while the first wrestler bellowed in agony. He felt as if his cock might snap off at any second. He increased his pressure of the second wrestler's neck and arm until the second wrestler too, screamed at the top of his lungs.
Candice watched the savage fury in front of her. Her fingers, with a mind of their own, snaked across her belly to her moist cunt. There, they sank deeply into the folds of hot flesh. Her clit popped from the protective folds. She rubbed her clit frantically, her own frenzied moans mixing with the agonized cries of the wrestlers.
Suddenly, the second wrestler broke free of the first wrestler's death hold. He had not, however, let go of his cock. He yanked at the first wrestler's cock with all his might, and the first wrestler screamed and lunged forward. With a graceful move, the second wrestler drove his knee deep into the groin of the first. The first wrestler screamed in agony, clutched at his groin and stretched cock and ran whimpering from the room. The' second wrestler bellowed and beat his chest with his fists. He scanned the room, his head pumping wildly from his sudden victory. He spied Candice in the corner, her finger buried deep in her own dripping twat. His eyes snaked down her long, voluptuous body with burning desire. Then, with another bellow, he started for her.
Candice did not stop rubbing her clit for an instant. Her swollen cunt dripped pussy juice all over her hand. The wrestler grabbed her and lifted her high over his head, swinging her through the air and laughing maniacally. He strode over to the bed, holding her high over his head. Then he threw her down onto the satin sheet.
Candice crouched in the center of the bed, breathing hard. She looked at the huge man standing over her and her stomach filled with butterflies. She could see the rage and lust on his amber, sweat-streaked face. And she watched with fascination as he tensed and loosened his massive muscles in anticipation. Then, he leaped into bed beside her and grabbed her quivering body. Candice felt herself go limp. The wrestler threw her down on the bed and wrenched her legs apart. Towering in between her thighs with a mammoth hard-on, she saw the wrestler. He seemed like a monster. Perhaps this was all a bad dream ...
The force of the wrestler's massive prick tearing her pussy walls apart convinced her it was real. She screamed and tried to spread her legs far enough apart to accommodate his huge cock, but her legs were spread as far as they would go. It seemed as though her body were being torn in two. Again and again the huge wrestler pounded his cock into Candice while she writhed on the bed. Suddenly she felt her pussy walls relax and the pain of a moment before was replaced by unendurable pleasure. Her pussy frothed hot cunt juice.
The wrestler was swinging his hips wildly about, almost throwing Candice off the bed with each rotation. She gripped the sheets and tried to hold herself down. The massive strokes of the wrestler seemed as though they would drive her through the bed. She held on for dear life throughout the incredible pounding. Each time the wrestler plunged into her, she felt the cream coat her pussy. She could feel each part of his cock as it passed by her tender pussy walls. She felt as though her cunt were on fire.
The wrestler enjoyed banging the lithe girl. The girls he was used to were all Amazon types, peasant girls from the North of China. Candice's sleek, long body was a novelty for him. He licked his lips at Candice's round, soft hips melting into a fine blonde pussy. And her feet were a delight to him. Small feet were almost non-existent in his country nowadays. In olden times small feet were the mark of an aristocratic woman. He felt no softness toward her, however. He was taught to fuck hard and viciously. Usually he would be straining to hold down a strong, young wench who was almost as strong as he was, and twice as vicious.
Candice's words floated to his ears like music, calming him. "Oh, Lover," she moaned, "Fuck me just like that. Ooooo, that's it, Lover, yeah, baby, that's perfect." Candice got the wrestler down to a manageable pace and then relaxed herself. The two of them lay there. The wrestler's huge cock seemed to fill Candice's cunt at every moment. She knew that it was moving in and out, however, as the hot waves of its movement sent sensitive fires all along her dripping pussy walls. They dripped with cunt juice. Her mouth watered, as well as her cunt, at the great mass of flesh that seemed like one big cock. She could feel the wrestler's massive prick glide up against her inner organs. It seemed to fill up her whole body.
He felt his cock swell tremendously as it steadily filled with spunk. His balls poured his sperm out into the shaft of his massive prick. It seemed to stretch the pink, dripping pussy folds of Candice's cunt with its size alone. Candice lay back, almost dreaming, groping at the air over her head. Her cunt juice bubbled from her pussy lips onto the satin sheets. The wrestler's come was still building in his cock. Candice moaned and writhed underneath his huge body, her long legs scarcely able to wrap themselves around it. She kneaded his ass cheeks with her feet. The sensation of her dainty feet on his hard, muscled haunches drove the wrestler mad. He stepped up the pace until he was humping furiously. He rammed his mammoth cock into her, pulled it out, and rammed it in again, full-force.
Candice felt as though her body were being torn apart. Her pussy swam in hot wads of her come. Her pussy walls stretched with the pounding of the wrestler's massive organ, she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Orgasms shook her body like shotgun blasts. She tried to raise the top of her body, but the wrestler's large hands held her down by the shoulders. Her body pinned, the wrestler rammed Candice, thrusting his huge prick so deep within her that it seemed as if she could taste it. The maddening odor of cunt and cock hung about the room like a haze.
Candice remembered "The Dragon's Mouth." She wondered how the huge man would react to it. Summoning all her concentration, Candice began the rippling of her pussy walls that had driven so many men mad. The wrestler felt the thousand hot pricks of Candice's pussy walls as she rippled his cock. All along the long shaft, driving him insane, Candice's pussy tightened and loosened. The wrestler moved into high gear, fucking her furiously. He pulled his cock all the way out, and then rammed it back in with all of his power. Candice moaned and shrieked, fighting for control over her cunt. With the wrestler's hot cock pounding her, it was almost impossible. Somehow she managed to keep her wits. As the huge wrestler thrust into her, she rippled her pussy muscles as tightly as she could. The face of the wrestler became red and crunched. With a bellow, his eyes almost bulged out of his head and from his prick shot a tremendous wad of spunk. It shot from his cockhead like a firehose. He continued to pound her, loosing stream after stream of hot, sticky sperm. He came outside of her pussy, also, and shot his cream all over her tits. Candice reached down for one of her big titties and raised it to her mouth. As the wrestler still came in her cunt, she licked the come off of her own tit. Her lips played with her nipples and the sensations of that and the wrestler's last few thrusts tore her in a tremendous climax. She rolled about wildly, hot pussy juice running from her twat.
With a tremendous groan, the wrestler was finished. His cock shrunk rapidly, and Candice could feel his massive muscles turn to jelly. He slumped on the bed next to her and lay his big head down beside hers. Candice regarded the big man. He's almost like a baby, she thought, the way he lies there. Strange man. One minute he's fighting the battle of his life, the next he's raping me, and the next he's sleeping like a baby. She kissed the sleeping giant on the cheek and rose from the bed.
Her legs felt a little wobbly and weak and she supported herself on the bed post as she crept silently around the edge of the bed. Her pussy dripped all sorts of liquids. The wrestler's come still stained her legs and tits. She wandered out into the hall and plunked herself down on one of the satin divans that were out in the hall. In a moment she was asleep.
In the foyer, Heather and the editor were still at it. In the fury of their passion, neither of them noticed the dark figure looming outside the window.
"Baby, you're the greatest!" exclaimed the editor, having shot his wad for the fourth time that night.
"I'm only this way when I'm with someone that I like," she purred, licking the sweat from his chest. She settled down comfortably on him, her pussy sated by the furious fucking and sucking, and closed her eyes. He felt the girl's warm, gorgeous body melt with his.
Outside, not knowing that it was his own editor, Grouse was furiously snapping pictures. I'll fix them, he thought. As he thought of what his expose would do to Candice and countless others, his mind formed the image of the day in Senator Hughes' office, when the three of them forced him to eat shit. His stomach turned at the thought. Even for Grouse, it was a revolting experience. I'll fix that bitch, he thought, his mouth curling into a vicious sneer. I'll fix that cunt good! He turned his attention back to the sleeping forms, raising his camera to his eyes.
Candice awoke to the singing of birds. The first dawn light crept past the lace curtains spreading the shadow of the windows onto the plush carpet. Her back felt stiff from having been curled up on the divan all night. She rose and stretched, then decided that she would make an inspection of the house. Everywhere she walked, she encountered nude sleeping bodies. Many of the guests had left already, and a few stood at the door. Layla was with them, showing the bleary-looking men out. Good old Layla, thought Candice. Always on the ball.
The pretty Polynesian girl heard Candice approach, looked at her, and smiled. "You look like you had a workout, dearie," she said. "Mario's still here. Why don't you go into the kitchen and have him make you some breakfast. A good breakfast'll make you feel like a million dollars."
Candice smiled weakly at Layla. Food was the last thing on her mind. Her stomach still felt like jelly from the furious fucking that the Chinese wrestler had given her. She thought of Chang, and Senator Hughes and the congressman and all of the other fine men that she had met in the last few months. The thought of them made her feel a little better. She decided to have a cup of coffee. Walking into the kitchen she looked at Mario. The buoyant Italian looked fresh and cheery despite the fact that he had been up all night catering to the whims of fifty parting guests. In the past twenty hours he had cooked up everything, from roast leg of lamb for the early diners, to raw eggs, milk and Tabasco sauce for the morning after. Still, Miss Candy's was a fine place, he thought. Good food, good wages and the prettiest girls this side of Rome. He stood at the grill, flipping eggs and whistling "Come Back to Sorrento".
"Mario," said Candice, "I need a cup of coffee."
Mario took stock of the rumpled Candice. Shaking his head in a paternal fashion he muttered, "Stunad. You need you rest. You go back upstairs and ! have somebody bring you breakfast to you."
"Mario," Candice pleaded. "I just couldn't eat anything right now. I'll just have a cup of coffee and take it out into the living room.
Mario looked at her sternly and waved his spatula at her. "If you no eat nothing then you get sick. We need you nice and strong so that we all still have a job. Now you do what Mario say. I've been up all night too. Do I look like a wreck like you? That's because I know to take care of myself. Now you go upstairs and wait."
Candice could not argue with Mario. He did look strong and awake, despite his years. Candice shook her head and walked out of the room. Of course, she thought, if they had let the wrestler loose on Mario, he might not look so good. She thought of the huge wrestler sleeping in her bed. If he awoke horny and.,. no, she decided, she wouldn't chance it. She decided to try the second floor. Most of the rooms were locked but at the end of the hall she found one open and went in.
The room was a light yellow, and the cheery color made her feel happy as she climbed into the luxurious bed. She lay her head back on the satin pillowcases and closed her eyes. Before she could fall asleep, the door opened and Richard came in, carrying a breakfast tray. He looked fresh and awake.
"Mornin', Boss," he said cheerily. "Mario told me that you wanted breakfast. Didn't sound right to me, I know I wouldn't be hungry, but I wanted to see you anyway to congratulate you. The Opening was a fantastic success. I drove one of the limousines for Van. You should have heard the men talk. They'd never had a better time in their whole lives."
Candice breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the tray she suddenly realized that she was hungry. Richard set the tray in front of her and sat on the edge of the bed. Mario had sent up bacon and eggs, with fresh-baked rolls. There was a fruit cup, and, of course, steaming cups of delicious coffee. She ate every last bit.
"Well," said Richard, when she had finished, "I guess old Mario was right. That food brought some color back into your cheeks." He rose and lifted the tray from her lap. "Well, Boss, I guess you want to sleep for a while so I'll leave you alone."
Candice looked at him. "Richard," she said, "come over here in the bed."
Richard spun on his heels and walked back to the bed. "With my clothes on or off, Boss?" he asked, grinning.
"Don't you have any manners at all, Richard?" Candice teased him. "Do you get into a strange lady's bed with your clothes on?"
He was naked in a minute and slid beside her warm body. Candice was naked too, and they lay there, looking at each other's bodies. "Richard, you were a great help to me last night," she said tenderly. She reached across and touched his cheek. "I couldn't have made it without you and all the others. I want to give you a special reward for working so hard."
She reached across and stroked his cock. "You have such a beautiful, big cock," she said breathlessly. "Whenever I think of your cock my pussy starts to water. You don't even have to touch me to make me come. All you have to do is show me your big prick. I get so turned on just by looking at it."
Her words inflamed him. He felt his cock begin to stir and rise. Suddenly, the satin sheets stood straight up, as if they were covering the mast of a ship. He looked deeply into her green eyes and kissed her hungrily. Candice laughed and rolled on her back, pulling Richard on top of her. He rolled onto her warm soft body. He felt her nipples hard beneath his chest. Reaching out one hand he stroked the insides of her sleek thighs. Moving steadily upward he let his hand brush against her cunt lips. They were wet and hot, the swollen lips begging his hand to touch them. He moved his hand closer and closer to her twat, until he was rubbing her luscious pussy lips. Candice's twat poured forth cunt juice under his fingers. He moved gently, separating the moist, inner folds. His fingers brushed against her clit, growing hard like a rubber nipple. He rolled it between his fingers as the scent of her twat tickled his nose.
Candice spread her legs wide apart and threw back the sheets. Richard glanced down at his hand buried deep in her moist pink pussy. He moved his fingers slightly and moved his ring finger up her hole while his forefinger still massaged her clit. He felt her cunt tighten up on his hand. The warm juices lubricated, his fingers as they drove in deeper and deeper. Candice moved her own hand down-to Richard's massive hard-on. Her hand felt so small next to it, so defenseless. She couldn't fit her fingers all the way around it. She closed her fist on the head. It pulsated beneath her squeeze. She could feel the hot blood coursing through it as it grew hard as iron beneath her grasp. She moved her hand slowly up and down. Richard moaned as Candice played with his prick. The hot cunt was driving him mad again. He couldn't wait to plunge his blood-gorged cock in to the hilt.
Suddenly, the musky odor of cunt entered his nostrils and he bent down, as if following a seductive finger. Her legs spread wide apart, Candice's pussy lips glistened in front of his face. He bent clown and buried his face in the dripping twat. Sucking at the outer folds with his lips, his tongue found her clit, still hard from his frigging of a few moments before. He rolled his tongue over it and Candice shot her legs straight up into the air. "Oh, Richard, I love when you suck me ... yes, yes, right there, ... suck my clit, suck it!" she screamed as the come ran from her cunt in torrents.
Richard pushed his face deeper into the moist, dark folds. He held the swollen outer lips in his mouth and the cunt juice poured into his mouth. He tasted the saltsweet liquid all over his tongue. His mouth watering at the hot wetness of Candice's dripping slit he drove his tongue deeper and deeper into her folds. She threw her legs onto his shoulders, flailing her feet above her head ferociously. Richard put all of his weight on her twat and pushed in as deeply as he could. He couldn't breathe, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was suck the moist, hot folds of flesh that shivered around his face.
Candice threw her head back and she felt herself coming as she had never come before. Perhaps it was the Chinese wrestler's cock that had paved the way for Richard's maddening tongue. Her hot hole seemed incredibly huge. Richard could almost sink his whole face into it. She moaned and churned, wads of hot come dripping from around his buried face. Deep in her cunt, Richard's face inhaled deeply of the maddening odor of cunt. He tasted her cunt juice and lapped it up as fast as he could.
Wave on wave of incredible pleasure wracked Candice's body as she came again and again. Richard jerked his face out of her suddenly. On his face was a mad look of desire. He straightened and lined his cock up with her steaming slit. In a second he was thrust deep within the creaming twat. His huge cock was on fire. He pumped as fast as he could, his massive cock stretching the walls of her pussy as he pulled out and then drove in again, a second later. As her pussy walls stretched with the force of him, Candice felt her clit being rubbed from all directions. Hot shoots of fire ran through her thighs. She wrapped her legs firmly around Richard's sides and pulled herself up to him. She circled her hips like a madwoman, rubbing her delicious cunt cream all over his agonized tool.
"Oh, Richard," she screamed, "fill me up with your come. Shoot off inside me, Richard. I want to feel your come dripping out of me."
Richard's brain thundered at her voice. Reaching behind her with one of his arms he stuck it between her spread legs. He felt her legs, covered with her come and scooped some of it up onto his finger. He reached past her hairy twat to her steaming bumhole. He worked his finger around its puckered edge, lubricating it with her hot come. He felt heat rise from the tender flesh. He plunged his finger deeply in, turning it slightly as it slid. Richard's fingers were quite long and broad and Candice stiffened as she felt it slide into her sensitive asshole. He began to thrust it in and out, filling Candice with incredible sensations. All the time he was plugging away at her cunt with his huge prick.
Candice opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into Richard's ear. He shuddered as the wet, slurping tongue slid into him. His shoulders stiffened slightly, as if to hunch them away. But Candice stuck to his head like glue, filling his ear with saliva. Richard tossed back his head, his body buzzing with sensations. Candice's wet tongue was still firmly in his ear and her hot cunt was milking the come from his balls. His cock felt huge. Its huge head threatened to explode any moment from hot come. He held onto himself and plunged deeper and deeper into her. He tilted his head and took one of her taut, red nipples in his mouth. He took it between his teeth and tweaked it. Candice moaned and started biting his neck and shoulders.
He felt the come rise from his shaft into his head completely now, further stretching his incredibly huge cock. His hot come bubbled up to the surface, and shot out with a tremendous stream. Candice felt her cunt walls bathed with hot come, burning her. She let out a stream of cunt juice herself, her orgasms making her jerk in her bed.
Beth and the congressman awoke in each others arms. The room was dark and musty and filled with the smells of the food that still covered the long oak table.
The congressman looked down to the sleeping angelic face of his beautiful young niece. Beth lay, with his arm around her shoulder, her face in the crook, against his chest. He listened to her even breathing. Her eyes fluttered open and she awoke. She looked at him strangely, as if he was some kind of puzzle to her. Then her face softened and she reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. "Good morning, Uncle," she said, stretching. She raised herself on her two arms and the congressman let his eyes sweep down to her two, pert young titties, their nipples still perked from her sleeping fantasies. He wondered if they were about him.
Beth wiped the sleep dust from her eyes. She looked lazily around the room, letting her eyes sweep every nook and cranny of the banquet hall. Finally her eyes swept the length of the room and met his. Without a word, she reached out one of her delicate hands and stroked his cock.
"You have a beautiful cock," she said. She stroked the warm meat, feeling every inch of its length. Then she took the pink head in her hand and gently squeezed it. "Can this be for me ... for ... breakfast, Uncle!" She giggled at her own joke. He nodded, delighted. She bent her head down over his crotch. He could feel the silky hair brush his thighs. He reached out to her head and guided her head down on his crotch. The hand that held his prick moved further down the shaft, as her luscious lips took his cock between them. She sucked at him, feeling the prick pulse with blood and begin to grow in her mouth. She licked at it from every angle, savoring the warm meat.
The congressman looked down and saw his young niece's head bobbing up and down on his fast growing organ. He watched her suck slowly on the head and then pass two inches of shaft into her mouth. Her mouth was open at the jaws as far as it would go, her lips sucked him closely as his agonized prick moved in and out of her body. He placed his hands on the sides of her head, rustling her hair. Then, tightening his grip, he held her head in place and gave a sharp, upward motion of his pelvis. His action drove two more inches of cock into Beth's hungry mouth, forcing the cock head against her tender throat. She gagged on its pulsating head. Then, opening her mouth even wider and shifting her alignment to allow the cock access, she expertly let the huge organ slide down her throat. She learned to breathe with the strokes, gulping air each time the huge cock head cleared her airway, and then holding her breath while it plunged deeply inward again. Beth shifted her body so that her cunt was in view of the congressman. He looked at the luscious red cuntlips, dripping with pussy juice. Bending his head forward he took a swipe at the steaming slit with his tongue. He got his tongue well covered in pussy juice and then drew it back into his mouth. Her cunt tasted wonderful.
Even as his young niece was blowing him, the congressman raised himself on one arm and thrust his head deeply into her steaming twat. Beth moaned and turned back to her cocksucking with renewed frenzy. Both of them were frantic now, sucking and licking each other's genitals thoroughly. As each would feel a rush of pleasure from the ministrations of the other, they would pass back the pleasure by licking or sucking a little harder. It became sort of a contest, to see who could make the other feel better.
The congressman felt the come rise into his cock and he knew that he would shoot his wad in a minute if Beth kept, up her expert cocksucking. She showed no signs of slowing either. Her head raised up high with each stroke, she gobbled at his penis with hungry delight. He watched her head bob up and down on him, her mouth tight against his cockshaft. Beth worked at her uncle's cock as hard as she could. She paid special attention to his cockhead, squeezing her mouth tightly against it as it passed her mouth. The cockhead pulsed with a savage rhythm, and she could feel the come filling it, stretching it taut.
The congressman suddenly grabbed her head and pulled it up by the hair. She came gasping up, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes wild with desire. As he looked into her face, he felt the rage that poured through her hungry loins. He lay back down on his back, his cock straight-up in front of him. Beth climbed onto him so that her pussy lips lightly brushed his agonized member. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her pink slit. Then, with a little cry, she rocked forward, and then roughly backward, impaling herself on the pulsating cock with one deft movement. The congressman's cock slid deep into her creaming pussy. Beth moaned with desire as her uncle's cock spread her cunt walls apart. She moved quickly up and down on him, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her creaming pussy. She dripped pussy juice all over. His cock bulged painfully, filling dramatically with steaming spunk.
Beth's pussy was on fire. Each time the congressman's cock spread her hot folds apart, her clit rubbed against those folds. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her cunt. There she felt the million pinpricks of her orgasm begin and grow dramatically. The pinpricks moved up and down the walls of her cunt, causing her incredible sensations. As she sank deeper and deeper into her own ecstasy, she suddenly heard the agonized moans of her uncle. His cock felt like it was being messaged by a tiny, thousand-fingered beast. He felt the skin of his prick burn with delicious sensation. Beth had inadvertently learned the technique of pussy manipulation of which Candice was a master.
The congressman moaned and thrashed wildly about beneath her. His come had now completely filled his cock shaft and head. His cock bulged painfully, waiting for the moment of relief when it could shoot its load. As Beth hurled herself up and down on his maddened rod, absorbed in her own sensations, his cockhead opened and let loose a stream of hot jism. He felt himself grow limp as stream after stream of come shot from his prick.
Heather's legs were wrapped tightly around the editor's ass as she rode him like a stallion. He was glad that he was not expected back to the office until late afternoon, so that he could spend the morning with this luscious beauty. Heather threw back her long neck and shook her black mane from side to side. She was really enjoying the company of the urbane, articulate older man. She had had several chances to escape him during the night while he slept, but she had lain faithfully beside him, letting him sleep for a few hours and then waking him up with a tongue-bath. Each time he had fallen asleep, he had expected to wake up alone with his fine beauty off gallivanting herself in front of another hard cock. Each time he had opened his eyes he had been surprised to find her still there, down at his crotch, sucking his cock yet another time.
Heather ran her long, sleek thighs against the editor's haunches. She could feel his cock deep inside her, filling her cunt with pussy juice. She writhed her hips in opposite time to his movements, grinding his cock more deeply into her. Her pussy gave way before the power of his thrusts, creaming repeatedly. Her hot cunt folds pressed tightly against his hot meat. He drove into her with more force, and she raised her legs high above his head to accommodate him. This caused her pussy to press more tightly together, milking his cock. He lunged forward so that his cock slid against her budding clit as it entered her. Her moans echoed through the high-ceilinged foyer. Then her already tight cunt went into spasms, squeezing the come from him. He felt his thighs open and shoot forth a hot load of jism. Heather came herself, a moment later, with shuddering gasps.
They lay there for a few moments and then Heather raised her head. "You know," she said, "I like you. I really do."
The editor looked taken aback. "I like you, too," was all he could manage. This didn't satisfy her. She loosed herself from under him and turned him on his back. Leaning over him, she tenderly began to lick the come from his balls. When she had him completely cleaned off, she gently kissed his prick. She looked up at him. "You know," she began, "a lot of people would look down on me because I'm a whore. There's something about the word that makes them think of something dirty, or sinful. Well, I just want you to know that I've enjoyed the last night with you more than I've ever enjoyed any night with any man that I've ever known, business or pleasure." She sighed and wrapped her arms around his hips, laying her head down on his prick.
The editor didn't know what to say. This girl ... this, Heather. This beauty was telling him that she enjoyed his manhood. She didn't have to say it. Heather was paid whether she enjoyed herself or not. And she didn't say it just because she wanted to make him feel good. Not with the way that she had looked into his eyes, not with those loving eyes. It would have made the editor feel good to have any girl tell him that she enjoyed him. But that Heather was a high-class whore, well, that made it extra special. Heather must've been with thousands of men in her life. Ail kinds. All kinds of sex, all kinds of men. And she had enjoyed him the best. He sighed and looked down at her. Her full mane covered his lap, and she lay with her head on his cock, breathing slowly. He reached down and touched her hair. He let the silky strands fall through his hands. Gently he took her head and lifted her face toward him.
"Heather," he began. "Heather, Heather, Heather. You've made me feel so good tonight." He kissed her.
"You don't have to say that just to be nice." she said.
"I'm not," he replied, "Heather, I've made and broken a thousand men in my career. When I express my opinion about something, the repercussions are felt all across the nation. I'm not a man who says something that he doesn't mean. Somewhere inside me, there is still a boy. You showed me that last night. In my world of starched shirts and conferences and dog-eat-dog, there's still that boy. You've given me a great gift, showing me that side of me. I thought that it was long dead. You've made me feel like a human being again."
Heather looked at him tenderly and he kissed her, "What's more I want to make a proposal to you. You told me last night that you went to college. English major, I believe you said. Well, it's not that far from English to journalism. I want you to come and work for me. But, I realize that you'd be foolish to leave all this security for a low-paying job like a cub-reporter. So, I'll tell you what I'll do. You come and work for me and I'll get you an apartment, rent-free, of course. Then you can decide what you want to do. The apartment is luxurious. It's a duplex in Georgetown, with a fireplace in each of the bedrooms and one in the study, Completely furnished, of course. What do you say?"
Heather eyed him suspiciously. "And would I be alone in this apartment?" she asked coyly.
The editor laughed. "Of course not!" he shouted. "It's my apartment!" His laughter entered the foyer and echoed throughout the house, coinciding with Grouse's entry through the front door.
Chapter Ten
Grouse stormed into the foyer, looking like the classic cat with the bird in its mouth. He walked briskly past the two fondling figures over on the couch in the corner. He didn't have to look. He knew what kind of place this was.
Today, Grouse looked especially disgusting. His foul breath sucked quickly in and out between his yellow, grime-covered teeth. His ill-fitting clothing hung on his pudgy body completely awry. But foul as he was, he was a man with a mission. Now I'll repay that Staunton bitch for her hospitality, he raged inwardly; now we'll see who eats shit; And this time that little cunt isn't going to get out of it like she did the last time. I'll get her busted. She'll never work in this town again. As Grouse quickly climbed the first floor stairs, he encountered Vanessa.
The black girl eyed him coldly. "What are you doin' here, you louse. You know you ain't wanted."
"Out of my way, cunt!" he screamed at her. Vanessa stood in the middle of the stair blocking his path.
"Get out of here, creep," she said. "Don't you be thinkin' that you'll be goin' upstairs to bother Miss Candy. She's had a hard night and needs her beauty sleep."
"It won't matter what she looks like when I'm through with her, With all of you!" he screamed.
The commotion brought Beth and the congressman out of the dining room and onto the landing.
Grouse spied him and screamed out. "And you! I've got you good!" Grouse reached into his pocket and brought out a handful of pictures. "Fucking your niece in a whorehouse, that'll look good on the front page, won't it, my esteemed colleague." Beth began to scream with fright and the congressman held her in his arms, his eyes riveted to the action on the stairs.
Vanessa laughed in his face at his threats. "Well, boy, now if you was comin' here to get some pussy for those pictures of yours why didn't you say so in the first place." She undid her robe so that her pendulous mahogany tits and black bush were plainly visible. She began to rotate her hips lewdly. Grouse looked down at the black bush, and his mouth began to water. Her nipples stood out, long and dark. He saw, in his mind's eye the image of himself, lunging at those huge brown tits. He reached his neck forward and tried to bite them. Vanessa deftly leaped aside. His teeth snapped in mid-air.
"Now, baby, don't you know what kind of house this is?" she said tartly. "This here's a hoo-ah house. You don't get pussy for free in this place, you got to pay for it. But just because we know you, we'll give you a special deal. You get my tits and ass and pussy just for them pictures." She reached out her hand. "You just give ol' Vanessa those pics, and you'll be right where you wanna be. Guarantee. You'll be around the world in a minute, lover."
Grouse was tempted to take her up on her offer. He knew the whore's code would forbid Vanessa to back out of it if he gave her the pictures. The code stated that once something was offered and a price set, then it could riot be refused if the customer agreed to pay the price. He stared at Vanessa's naked body. She thrust her tits invitingly close to his face. Grouse felt his desire well within him. He took stock of the wench's black bush, her pink cunt lips visible through the dark hair. He gazed at her wide hips, and at her two hanging black tits. But the desire within him was replaced by a deeper, darker emotion. He wanted revenge. He had no quarrel with Vanessa, except that she had laughed at him. Grouse hated to be laughed at more than anything else in the world. That's what had so enraged him about his encounter with Candice. He imagined that when he left, her and her two goons had a good laugh at his expense. He looked again at the mocking face of the black girl and her comedy. The rage boiled over the top, and with a savage cry he struck out at her with all of his strength. "Out of my way, I say!" he bellowed.
Vanessa was knocked off balance by his blow. Pitching forward, she tumbled down half a flight of stairs and lay limp at the bottom. The congressman and Beth ran over to her and nursed the crumpled form. Grouse continued up the steps, his heart beating wildly, his breaths coming in hoarse gasps. He reached the second floor landing. Some of the girls had come out of their rooms to see what the commotion was all about. They stared in horror at the grotesque picture of Grouse, growling as he climbed the last flight of stairs that separated him and Candice. The stairs seemed to narrow in front of his eyes. His perception was crazily off. It seemed as though there was a single point in the universe for him to reach, and that point was Candice.
Thoughts of what he would do to her flashed crazily through his mind. He would fuck her, of course. Of course! He threw back his head and laughed maniacally. He would spread those luscious asscheeks and stick his prick right up that cunt's ass. And he would squeeze her tits until they felt like they were going to break off. He would listen to her scream arid her screams would sound so good to him, just like music. He remembered Candice's ass squatting over him and shitting on his face. She'll shit, he thought in a complete rage. She'll shit come for a week!
He reached the third floor. Sunlight streamed through the doorway at the end of the hall. Candice was in there with Richard, fucking him for the second time that morning. Grouse reached the door and threw it open. The scene that greeted him raised his rage to fever pitch.
Richard was in back of Candice, his huge cock plunging in and out of her dripping twat, doggie style. Candice was moaning and pushing her ass against his loins, driving his cock all the way into her. Then Candice would rock forward, and Richard back and then the two of them would slam back together with cries of pleasure. Locked in their embrace, neither of them heard the commotion outside or heard Grouse enter.
Grouse stared at their naked, locked bodies with jealousy and hatred. He had not seen Candice since that fateful day, and the sight of her maddened him more than he thought he could be maddened, by anything. He watched as Richard's huge cock and muscular body drove Candice into shivers of pleasure. She writhed and moaned on the bed, undulating her haunches to coincide with, his long strokes.
Something told Candice to look behind her, and shocked, she observed the quaking Grouse. His face was completely red and wrenched up, like an old man's. She had never seen an uglier person in her life.
"Grouse!" she screamed. "Get out of this room, and out of my house!" Richard heard her voice and spun around too. His passion changed to anger. He would take this wretch by the hair and tear his head off his shoulders. He leaped from the bed, his fists clenched, his erection still standing out before him.
"Stay back, goon," Grouse hissed. "Miss Staunton may be interested in some merchandise that I have for sale. Some mementos of last night, perhaps?" He held up the wad of photographs.
"What are those?" asked Candice.
"These are some interesting photos that I took at your Gala Opening last night." He sorted them in his hands and then looked at them, holding the snapshots right side up, then upside down and finally, from side to side. He seemed to be carefully studying each one. "Yes, indeed. Very interesting. For instance, here's one with the congressman and his young niece that ought to make good copy." He stepped forward and handed the snapshot to Candice.
Candice stared at the photos. The figures were unmistakably clear. Beth lay across the banquet table, while behind her, his face lit by the hall lamp, the congressman stood corn-holing his niece. The pictures were not fakes. No one could imitate the look of ecstasy on their faces. "What do you want?" Candice asked, coldly. She had to hear Grouse out. Too many reputations were at stake for her to refuse to deal with him simply because he revolted her.
Grouse looked pleased. "Ah, yes. Madam, now we get to the good part. The breast of the chicken. The loin of the pig, yes?" He looked at her lewdly. "All I want is to repay the fine hospitality that you've shown me. Like the time you shit in my face!" He spat on the carpet. "All I want, Candy, is to see you grovel beneath my feet and beg for mercy. And I'll have mercy on you, Candy, baby. I'll let your goon here leave the room so he won't have to watch his favorite pussy humiliated. Eh, Lover Boy? Unless you want to watch. That can be arranged too."
Richard started to move toward him, but Candice held up her hand. "There's too much at stake, Richard. Stay back," she ordered. Richard halted, helpless. "Now, Grouse," she said. "If I do what you say and let you do anything you want with me, then you'll destroy the pictures and not harass any of the people in them. Is that clear?"
Grouse nodded, licking his lips.
"Go ahead," she said.
Grouse tossed the pictures to Richard. "Here, Lover Boy, you can pass these around the boy's room." Richard watched, horrified, as Candice let her robe drop so that her body was revealed to the two men. Richard looked again at her beauty, all soft curves and fire, and then looked at the snorting, disgusting man who was about to humiliate her. And there was nothing he could do to help. His head held down with shame, he walked slowly out of the room.
Grouse once again gazed at Candice's naked body. She shivered slightly in the morning chill, running ripples across her fine, full tits. Instinctively she held her legs together, as if to try and shield her pussy from him.
Grouse unbuckled his pants and brought out his huge, greasy prick. He waved it obscenely about. He saw the look of horror on Candice's face as she stared at his prick and said, "Oh, don't worry, baby, you'll love this prick in a minute. In a little while, honey, you'll be begging for more." He looked at her sternly. "Turn around and bend over!" he ordered.
Candice could do nothing but comply. Her eyes filling with tears, she turned around and spread her cheeks wide apart. Grouse could see her pink slit and tender asshole thrust at him. His blood began to boil. With a maniacal laugh, he strode over to her. He thrust his fat, dirty fingers in her cunt, pinching the tender pussy walls. Candice began to cry. It was all over, she knew. Fie would be back again and again to torment her until she finally ran away and changed her name. The other girls could keep the house. They had all earned it. Tears streamed from her eyes as Grouse manhandled Her delicate twat. The pain was excruciating. She tried to close her eyes and let her mind drift away but all she could feel was his fat fingers forcing their way up her asshole.
The door burst open and Richard ran in, "Don't!" Candice screamed, but it was too late. Richard had already grabbed Grouse by the collar. Richard hurled the reporter across the room, and before Grouse could struggle to his feet, had pounced on him. Candice screamed. Some part of her enjoyed watching Grouse get his due, but as she heard each smash of Richard's fist against Grouse's face, she knew that her doom became more completely sealed. She watched in horror as Richard threw punch after punch into Grouse's body until he just slumped against the wall, unable to stand erect. Richard stood panting before him for a moment, then grabbed him and carried the reporter out of the room by his cellar and hair. Reaching the steps, Richard threw Grouse down. He re-entered the bedroom.
"Richard," said Candice, "that was beautiful and I want to thank you. But you know that you just fucked everything up."
"No, Boss," said Richard, grinning. "I didn't fuck anything up." He held out a snapshot to her. In it was Heather, and the editor of Grouse's paper, locked in the most intimate embrace. This one photo made all of Grouse's threats suddenly useless. Candice threw back her head and roared with laughter, the tears streaming down her cheeks. She opened her arms to Richard and he, laughing too, stepped into her warm embrace.
Their laughter mingled with the sound of Grouse's frantic exit, amid the jeers of the whores.
