"The Senator_s playmate" - читать интересную книгу автора (Todd Ray)

CHAPTER SIX

Kim was as excited as a kid going to her first party when she and Bob drove over to the Senator's home on Saturday evening. She hadn't seen Charles since that afternoon in her apartment, and Kim was hoping to see him at the party. She hoped they might even be able to slip away together for a few minutes without anyone noticing them. Bob was fun to go out with, and so was Senator Dunkirk, but she'd never met anyone who could fuck like the handsome chauffeur. His big thick cock was the most magnificent tool she'd ever felt, and her horny little twat was dying to feel it again.

The Senator had told Kim it was a small party, and she was shocked to see at least a hundred beautifully groomed men and women in attendance. It was the most elaborate affair that the excited youngster had ever seen.

"Good evening," the Senator warmly greeted them when they entered. "I'm so glad you were able to come.

"Thank you for inviting us," Bob smiled, extending his hand.

"And this is my wife, Mrs. Dunkirk," the Senator said, turning to the glamorous redhead who was standing beside him. "Darling, I'd like to present Bob Wallace, one of our finest young journalists, and his little friend, Kim Sterling."

When the introductions had been completed, Ann Dunkirk discreetly studied the vibrant little blonde who was with Bob Wallace. She didn't buy the shit about Kim being Bob's little friend. Charles had told Ann about her husband's affair with the young girl, and she'd been curious to meet the child.

Unaware that the Senator's wife knew anything about her, Kim was shocked at the woman's beauty. Kim had expected Rodger's wife to be an older woman, not a glamorous person like this curvaceous redhead in her revealing gown. She stared at the lovely woman's creamy complexion in her strapless dress with the deep V neckline that revealed most of her firm luscious tits.

Ann continued staring at Kim and Bob as they moved away. Charles had told her that the Senator was fucking around with this kid, but she could hardly believe he would fool with such a young girl.

As the party progressed, there were so many people milling around that it was hard to locate anyone. Bob had been swallowed up in the crowd and Kim was standing alone, looking out over the terrace. Seeing a light on in the apartment above the garages, Kim again had that wild desire for Charles' fantastic cock. She could slip over there, enjoy a delicious fuck, and be back to the party without anyone missing her. Stepping out onto the terrace, the horny little blonde hurried across the garden to the chauffeur's quarters.

Ann Dunkirk was wandering graciously among her guests, looking for her husband, when she noticed Bob Wallace standing alone in a corner of the room.

"Hi," she smiled to the handsome young man. "Where's your lovely little lady?"

"She seems to have disappeared," the tall blond reporter answered. "I haven't seen her for the last few minutes."

"And I haven't seen the Senator for a while," Aim smiled up at him with teasing eyes. "Maybe they're up to some hanky-panky."

"I doubt that," Bob laughed. "I'm sure the Senator isn't robbing cradles."

Ann looked at him in surprise. It was quite obvious that the handsome young reporter wasn't aware of what had been going on between Kim and the Senator.

"I doubt it, too," she smiled, laying her hand on his arm. "I can't imagine her wanting an old goat like my husband when she has a man like you.

The feel of her hand on his arm vaguely disturbed Bob as he looked down at her beautiful face and big firm boobs that were practically falling out of her gown. It was very obvious to him that the gorgeous woman had a figure that was built for fucking. For a fleeting moment he wondered how it would feel to have his naked body cradled between her smooth soft thighs while his hard cock filled her hot cunt.

"This is a lovely home you have here," Bob finally said, wanting to change the subject.

"It's very old," Ann smiled, thinking how much she'd like to suck a load, of jizz out of the young man's virile cock. "It was built over a hundred years ago.

"It's certainly elegant," Bob continued, happy to have changed the subject.

"Would you like me to show you around?" Ann suggested, thinking how much she would like to be alone with him. After all, her husband was probably balling Bob's girl friend somewhere in the house.

"I'd love to see it," he answered with enthusiasm.

When she took Bob's arm and led him towards the hall, he could feel her soft warm body pressing against his through her gown. After visiting several rooms while she explained the history of the old mansion, she opened a door in a remote wing of the building.

"This is the playroom," she smiled, closing the door behind them as they entered.

"This hardly looks like a playroom," he murmured, noticing the intimate atmosphere produced by a deep-cushioned couch and two large chairs situated on the plush carpet. "One expects to find Ping-Pong, billiard tables and things in a playroom "Those aren't the kind of games I like to play," she whispered, moving in front of him as her fingers reached down and lightly brushed against his cock. "I like to play with stiff dicks."

Bob stared at her in complete shock as her busy fingers toyed with his prick through his pants. She was smiling up at him through sensual, half-closed eyes. Little electric like shocks were racing up and down the length of his cock as it began throbbing toward an erection.

"I'll bet that dong of yours tastes good," she whispered, lowering his zipper and reaching in for his prick.

Bob was shaking with uncontrolled excitement as her soft cool fingers drew his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants.

"That's a real beauty," she excitedly whispered as she began sliding his foreskin back and forth over his big purple knob. "A real fuckin' beauty."

It wasn't as thick and long as her chauffeur's, but there was a hard meatiness about his cock that felt so good against her squeezing, milking fingers. She could almost taste his fuck-juice squirting into her cock-hungry mouth. God, how she loved the rich taste of hot, thick cum!

Momentarily releasing his lurching prick, she removed his coat and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Pressing her mouth against his smooth bare chest, she nibbled lightly on his male titties with her lips and teeth. She could feel his entire body quivering with excitement as she mouthed his sensitive nipples. Lifting her soft parted lips to his, she unbuckled his pants and dropped them down around his ankles. When she finally had the man completely naked, Ann gently pushed him down on the couch.

Reclining back on the soft cushions, Bob watched the woman slip out of her long, green gown. The young reporter had never seen anything as beautiful as Ann looked when she stepped out of the dress, wearing nothing but a garter belt and long black hose. With her lush red hair falling loosely over her bare shoulders, there was a wild animal lust in her smoldering eyes. The big hard nipples on her luscious tits seemed to be swollen to twice their normal size. There was a lewdness to her creamy smooth inner thighs that were exposed between the top of her black hose and the copper-colored bush of silky pussy hairs. Drops of creamy cunt juice were oozing out between her puffy pink twat-lips. He had a wild desire to lick the bubbling fluid from her slippery pink slit. God, how the young man wanted to bury his nose into the musky aroma of her sweet damp beaver.

Dropping down beside him on the deeply cushioned sofa, she drew his hard naked body on top of hers. One of his legs slipped between her open thighs and she brought the soft flesh of her upper leg up under his crotch, rubbing it against his big lust-swollen nut-sac. Grinding the soft warm flesh against his cock and balls, Ann covered his trembling lips with her hot, open mouth, twining her tongue around his. Gently rubbing her upper leg against his throbbing cock, she could feel it violently jerking with anticipation. She was sucking gently on his tongue, nibbling lightly with her teeth, sending delicious tremors throughout his body.

Bob had never felt as stimulated as he did at this moment as the beautiful woman's soft bare thigh moved sensually against his lurching prick.

"Wanta fuck?" she whispered, nibbling lightly on his earlobe.

"Christ, yes," he panted.

"Good," she sighed. "I love to feel a nice hard cock twisting around deep in my cunt. Are you gonna fuck me good?"

"Shit, yes!" Bob gasped, almost out of his mind with lust.

"Good," she half sobbed, throwing herself back on the cushions.

Spreading her creamy smooth thighs lewdly apart, Ann reached down with her naughty fingers and teasingly opened the slippery pink lips of her juicy hot slit.

"In there." she whispered. "Ram it in as far as you can.

Dropping down between her widely splayed legs, he nudged his hard cock-head up against the hot wet flesh of her dripping cunt.

"Oh, honey, don't wait," she moaned, grinding her hot naked pussy up against his throbbing cock. "Fuck me now, darling. Shove it in."

Giving a sudden lunge, he drove his stiff dick all the way up into the scalding hotness of her slippery cunt.

"Ooooooh, sweet baby," she whispered as his virile young cock filled her hungry fuck-hole. "That's so good, darling, so fuckin' good."

She momentarily thought about her husband fucking Kim, unaware that out over the garage, her lover-chauffeur was firing his second load of hot jizz into the little blonde's writhing cunt.

"Oh, Bob," she gasped, screwing her snatch up tighter against the base of his deeply imbedded prick. "Fuck me good, baby. Rip me open!"

With his cock buried to the hilt in her hotly sucking cunt, Bob's hard meaty fuck-pole was driving deeper and deeper into her passion-slickened hole. As she threw her hips up to meet every delicious thrust of his plunging cock, their lewdly coupled bodies pounded against each other at an ever-quickening rhythm.

"Oooooh, honey!" she squealed with delight. "Stick your finger in my ass! Please, darling, mike me hurt!"

Ever since being fucked in the bung by Charles, Ann had had a wild fetish to feel something rammed up her asshole. Even when she was enjoying a wild cunt-fuck, she loved to have something poked up her hot little shitter.

"Please," she repeated. "Finger my asshole, honey. Make me scream.

Reaching down under her slippery wet asscheeks, Bob began probing for the woman's bung-hole. Her hot wet cunt juices were running down between the crack of her ass, saturating her puckered bung with the slippery fluid. Because of the abundant lubrication, the tip of his finger slid easily into her asshole.

"Eeeeggghhhh!" she squealed with pain when the end of his middle finger ripped through the tight ring of muscle.

Excited by her screams, he rammed his finger in to the second knuckle.

"Oh, yes!" Ann screamed in ecstasy. "That's it, honey! Hurt me more! Hurt me good!"

Loving every moment of the sweet agony his finger was inflicting in her tortured shitter, she kept screwing her ass back on it until his probing digit was buried to the palm of his hand. Swirling his finger around in the hot buttery darkness of her rectum, she could feel the underside of his plunging cock through the thin tissues that separated her two holes.

"Jesus Christ!" Ann screamed, frantically rotating her asshole around his plunging finger as his stiff bloated cock drove deeper and deeper into her hot hungry cunt. Her pink swollen cunt-lips were clinging and sucking against his juice slickened dick every time he partially withdrew it for the next lunge.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she shrieked when the force of his cock and finger drove deeper into her two lust-crazed holes. "I'm coming, Bob! Christ, I'm coming!"

Pulling her knees back against her tits, she locked her ankles around his shoulders, offering the entire length of her juice-slickened slit to his battering assault. With her cunt writhing up against him in uninhibited abandon, her lovely mouth was gaping open while her long red hair flailed wildly around her contorted face. Screwing her convulsing cunt up around his pounding cock, Ann's entire body jerked and wrenched as she was seized by her shattering orgasm.

As her wild climax began to recede, she fell limply back against the cushions, her pussy spasmodically quivering against his still plunging cock. Bob hadn't come yet, and his entire body was aching to fire his hot load of cum into the exhausted woman's trembling belly.

"What a ride," she whispered. "God, that was fantastic."

"The ride's not over," he panted, still furiously plunging his prick in and out of her hot dripping snatch. "The best is yet to come."

"Oh, yes!" she squealed with joy, realizing for the first time that Bob hadn't shot his load yet. "Oh, you sweet fucker! Make me come again! Oh, yes, do it again!"