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

CHAPTER SEVEN

Kim and Joan were sitting in their apartment a few evenings later discussing an upcoming party that the Senator was giving for a small group of dignitaries. He had offered the girls five hundred dollars apiece to entertain him and his four guests. The Senator had made it very clear that the girls were to liberally share their bodies among the men in whatever manner the guests desired.

"Sounds like real fun," Joan giggled. "We'll have all the cocks we can handle and get paid five hundred bucks each. Shit, I'd do it for nothing."

"So would I," smiled Kim. "But I'd never tell the Senator."

"By the way," Joan changed the subject. "Are you going out tonight?"

"Yes," the blonde answered. "I'm going out with Bob."

"I'm glad," sighed Joan. "He's nuts about you. Why don't you go out with him more often?"

"Oh, he's all right," sighed Kim. "But not like Charles."

"What gives with Charles?" Joan asked. "You sure seem to dig that chauffeur."

"It's his cock, honey," Kim giggled. "There's not another cock like his in the world."

"But Bob's in love with you," sighed Joan.

"I know," Kim said in a soft voice. "He's a real nice guy, too, but Charles is the one that really turns me on."

"But, honey," smiled Joan. "Doesn't he have any more ambition than being a chauffeur?"

"Sure," Kim giggled. "Someday he wants to open a garage in some hick town up in Wisconsin.

"Jesus Christ," Joan laughed. "He must be a real nerd."

"No. He's sorta nice and built like a fuckin' bull. Shit, can that guy fuck."

"Where are you and Bob going tonight?" asked Joan.

"I really don't know," was Kim's answer. "He was all excited when he called. He said that he had great news for both of us."

"It sounds like a proposal," Joan giggled.

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"I'd think twice before I'd turn him down," sighed Joan. "He's a helluva guy with a bright future."

"I know that," Kim giggled. "But I sure dig Charles' cock."

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

"That must be Bob," Kim said, getting up to answer it.

"Hi, doll," grinned the chauffeur when Kim opened the door.

"Charles!" the girl gasped when she saw who it was. "What are you doing here?"

"I just drove the asshole Senator to a dinner and I don't have to pick him up until later. I thought I'd take you over to the motel where we could do a little-" He stopped short when he saw Joan in the room.

"C-Come on in," Kim stammered.

"Hi, Joan," he said to the pretty little brunette.

"Hello, Charles," she answered.

"Gee, honey, ' Kim hesitated. "I have a date tonight."

"Break it."

"I can't."

"Okay," he grinned, walking towards the door. "I'll see you around sometime."

"Wait, Charles!" Kim half shouted. "I'll break it."

"Good," the man smiled. "Let's go."

"But, Kim," Joan called after them. "What about Bob?"

"Tell him something came up," giggled Kim. "Something big and hard."

Joan slumped into a chair when they closed the door behind them. Bob was such a nice guy, and she didn't know what to tell him. She knew the young reporter was nuts about Kim, making it even harder to tell him he had been stood up.

When the bell rang, Joan nervously opened the door. Bob was standing there with a large bouquet of roses and two bottles of champagne under his arms.

"Hi, Joan," he beamed.

"Hello, Bob. Come on in."

"Where's Kim?" the man asked as he sat down.

"Out."

"But we had a date."

"I know."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know," Joan lied. "She just said she wouldn't be home until late."

The handsome young man just looked at her in a numb silence.

"Are you all right?" she asked, staring at his pale face.

"Y-Yes," he stammered. "I guess so." "Then what's the matter?"

"I'm leaving for Paris shortly after midnight," he answered in a shaken voice.

"Paris?" Joan gasped.

"Yes, I've been transferred to the Paris bureau," he explained with a trembling voice, taking two plane tickets from his pocket. "I wanted to surprise her with a wedding in France."

"Oh, my God," sighed Joan. "I wanted her to leave with me tonight."

There was a long, strained silence as Bob just sat staring at the floor.

"She'll be very disappointed," Joan finally whispered, trying to find something to say.

"Well," he finally spoke, trying to smile. "You might as wall pour us a glass of champagne. I'd planned a big celebration."

"Okay," she said in a soft voice as she picked up the bottles. "Let me go and chill it."

When Joan returned with the wine in an ice bucket, they sat sipping and talking for over an hour. Bob told her how his new assignment had suddenly come up, and how much he'd wanted Kim to go with him. He had hoped they could be married as soon as they got to Paris.

Bob's head was, slightly swimming from the champagne, and he was feeling a gentle warmth as he poured out his disappointment to the understanding girl. He had not known Joan very well in the past, but tonight she seemed so sweet and compassionate. With his senses a bit blurred, he felt a genuine warmth for this understanding girl.

Feeling the lonesome man's need for solace, Joan lay her head against his shoulder as they sipped their wine. The clean fresh scent of her hair drifted to his nostrils. Filled with a strange tenderness toward the girl, he gently tilted her face up with his hand, and lowered his mouth over hers. There was a freshness to her soft cool lips that was delicately pleasing. It was like an electric shock running up his spine when she slipped her little tongue between his lips. Drawing her into his arms, he could feel the heat of her soft body through their clothes. When Joan began to draw her lips away, Bob clung to her with a wild desperation. In a strange way, he felt the lovely girl was his only link with sanity. With Kim leaving him, he felt that his entire world had collapsed, yet the nearness of Joan seemed to dull the pain. At that moment he was clinging to the girl as if she were the last vestige of hope for him. Her gentle warmth and understanding was keeping him from sinking into despair.

Feeling so sorry for the man, Joan wanted to do something that might relax his pent-up feelings and tenseness. As he desperately held her mouth against his, she reached down and gently placed her hand over his fly. She could feel his body give a slight lurch as her fingers brushed lightly across his cock. Her hands gently massaged his soft dick through the material of his pants.

Bob's entire body sprang to life when he first felt her hand on his prick. Within seconds, his cock erupted into a violent hard-on that was throbbing frantically in the confines of his pants. A ripple of excitement gripped him when he heard the lovely young girl lowering his zipper.

"Oh, God," he half sobbed when he felt her cool fingers wrapping tenderly around his trembling dick.

Drawing his stiff cock through the, open fly, Joan leaned down and teasingly flicked the tip of his cock-head with her tongue.

"D'ya like that?" she whispered, smiling up at him.

"God, yes," he panted.

"Honey," she tenderly smiled, releasing his cock and rising to her feet. "Let's go into the bedroom and get undressed. I want to touch your naked body."

Taking him by the hand, she led him from the room. Quickly removing her skirt and blouse, she stood completely naked as she watched him take off his shirt and pants. There was a wild fire in his eyes that was as exciting as the big hard dick thrusting up from between his legs.

When they were both completely naked, Bob grabbed the girl and drew her warm, bare body against his. The man's erect cock was pressed up between their writhing stomachs as he grasped her ass-checks, pulling her tighter against him. His fingers were digging and kneading into the soft crevice between the cheeks of her soft firm bottom. Their hot open mouths were locked together, her tongue twined deliciously around his.

The feel of his hard dick burning against the soft flesh of her flat belly was driving Joan wild. Locking her arms around his neck, she pulled them both down onto the bed.

Leaning on her elbow, Joan looked down at the big hunk of hard male meat that she was grasping in her hand the way it lurched and throbbed in her fingers filled the girl with a wild excitement.

There was something about the heat of his dong and the spongy hardness of it that really turned her on.

Joan's young twat was creaming all over her leg as she slid the thick, rubbery foreskin up and down his luscious shaft. Wanting to feel his stiff dick burning against her flesh, Joan lowered her head down and pressed his hard cock against her face. The warmth and texture of it felt fantastic on her cheek.

Crazed with excitement, she brushed her moist parted lips over his big sensitive cock-head. The pungent male aroma and the exciting taste of his stiff prick sent a big spurt of cunt juice oozing out between her lust swollen cunt-lips. She could feel Bob's body trembling with excitement as she swirled her tongue around his throbbing dong.

Smiling tenderly up at the handsome man, she began running her tongue up and down the entire underside of his glorious fuck-shaft. She could feel his hard, meaty cock swelling and throbbing as she teased her wet tongue around the base of his glans. Then slowly lowering her lips, she took his entire cock-head into the moist hotness of her juicy little mouth. She could hear Bob moaning with pleasure as her soft slippery lips slid over his big purple knob. She locked her lips around the base of his cock-head end began a deep sucking action that he could feel deep down to his toes.

"Oh, shit," Bob gasped, looking down at his cock throbbing in the lovely girl's hot sucking mouth.

"Does this feel good?" she whispered up to him, temporarily removing his cock from between her lips.

"God, yes," he moaned.

"Are you gonna come in my mouth?" she teased.

"Do you want me to?"

"I can't wait," she giggled.

"That's my girl," he smiled, closing his eyes in ecstasy.

Joan could feel his wonderful cock throbbing excitedly in her hand as she lowered her mouth once more. Her hungry wet mouth was soon sucking noisily on the man's lurching dong. Hot pussy-cream was flowing out of her quivering twat when she felt his thick sinewy cock sliding back and forth over the sensitive taste buds on the back of her tongue. Locking her slippery hot lips around his gnarly shaft, she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth until she felt it nudging against the back of her throat. She could hear Bob moaning with ecstasy as she slowly raised her mouth with a deliciously powerful suction. Repeating the same action, she could feel him thrusting his hips up to meet every downward stroke of her wet, sucking mouth.

"Suck, Joan, suck!" Rob sobbed, half-crazed with the feel of her lovely, sucking lips. Clutching his fingers into her long dark hair, Bob was unconsciously pumping her head up and down over his raging dick.

"Suck it, baby, suck it!" he panted, wildly thrusting his cock deeper into her slurping mouth.

With his breath coming in short hot gasps, he pressed her mouth down tighter over his jerking cock.

"Oh, baby!" he screamed. "Suck, honey, suck! I'm almost there! Christ, what a mouthful you're gonna get!"

Sucking deeper and harder on his big lurching cock, Joan was eagerly waiting for a mouthful of hot jizz.

"Oh, shit!" he suddenly roared, pushing her face down tighter around his rock-hard prick. "Here it comes, baby! Here it comes!"

Suddenly the girl tasted his white-hot cum gushing against the back of her throat. She frantically sucked and swallowed as spurt after spurt of the slippery fluid shot out of his belching cock-head. When she'd sucked the last drop from his slowly shrinking prick, she removed her mouth and smiled tenderly up at him.

"Did you like that?" she asked, a little trickle of jizz dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"Just perfect," he smiled, tenderly wiping a glob of juice from her smeared face.

"Good," she giggled. "I'm going to make this a night you'll always remember when you're alone in Paris."

Later as she relaxed in Bob's anus, Joan was thrilled to feel his cock coming back to life as she gently fondled it with her fingers.

"Oh, you naughty man," she teased. "You're getting a fuckin' hard-on. What kind of a girl do you think I am?"

"I think you're the sweetest kid I've ever met," he smiled.

"Bob," she whispered, rolling onto her back when his cock was once more fully erect. "Fuck me, honey. Fuck me right now."

Without another word, the man crawled up between her widely splayed thighs. He had never seen anything as lovely as this young girl's soft naked body. Clutching his prick-shaft in his hand, Bob gently pressed his big shiny cock-head against her wet open cunt-lips.

"Oh, sweet Bob," she whispered, feeling his cock sliding up into her hot slippery fuck-hole.

Rising slightly up on his knees, the top of his bone-hard rod rubbed deliciously against her clit as it sawed smoothly in and out of her dripping slit.

"Oh, shit!" she squealed, feeling the entire length of his rigid cock rubbing against her quivering clitoris.

"D'ya like that?" he panted, lifting his hips still higher to put more delicious pressure on her tingling joy-button.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," she gasped. "You're the neatest fucker in the world. Just fuck, baby, fuck!"

"Hang on, honey," he gasped, his slippery-hard cock streaking wildly in and out of her sucking cunt. "Here it comes!"

"Oh, please!" she squealed with delight. "Give it to me, baby! Give it to me!"

His hard cock rubbing deliciously against her clit sent Joan's sleek young legs flying wildly in the air. A thick stream of pussy juice was oozing out of her slit as the girl's cunt-lips sucked and grasped at his thrusting cock. Lifting his hips even higher, the elevation of his steel-hard shaft was almost suspending her ass in the air.

Joan was squealing with delight as the top ridge of his hard dick stimulated her shiny-red little clit. With her creamy smooth legs flailing wildly in the air, Joan frantically clutched him in her arms, covering his lips with her hot open mouth.

"Oh, honey," she moaned with passion. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"

Fired by the beautiful girl's excitement, Bob began diving harder and deeper with every stroke. "Are you ready for my jizz?" he panted between lunges.

"Christ, yes!" she sobbed, clutching him tightly in her anus. "Fill me, baby! Squirt me full!"

The room was filled with the sound of moans, squeals and the sound of wet flesh slapping noisily against wet flesh. Pounding wildly into the lovely young girl's scalding cunt, Bob was valiantly holding back until Joan was ready to climax.

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" she was screaming. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

On and on he went, relentlessly driving his tingling cock into the excited girl's fuck-hole.

"Squirt, baby, squirt!" she shrieked, locking her legs around his waist and grinding her hot cunt up against the base of his swollen shaft. "Squirt me, honey! I'm coming! I'm coming! Coming! Commmiiinnngggg!"

As the traumatic orgasm enveloped her, loan could feel his thick hot jizz gushing up into her lurching belly. Wave after wave of cum-cream continued squirting into her grasping cunt. It filled her fuck-hole, seeped back around the base of his deeply imbedded cock, flowing out of her swollen slit and down over her juice-drenched ass-cheeks.

"Oh, Bob," she whispered, covering his mouth with her juicy open lips as she urgently pound her sperm-drenched cunt around his rapidly shrinking prick. "That was so good, honey, so fuckin' good."

"God, Joan," Bob whispered a few minutes later as she nestled in his arms. "That was fantastic."

"Good," she smiled. "I hope you'll remember it when you're alone in Paris."

"I'll never forget it," he sighed. "Good."

"Joan!" he almost shouted, jumping to his feet. "Will you come with me?"

"What?"

"Come to Paris," he repeated. "Marry me." "Are you crazy?"

"No, darling," he said. "I didn't know it until tonight, but I love you."

"I think I love you, too," she whispered, suddenly thinking how much she would miss him.

"Come on!" he shouted excitedly. "Let's go!" "But I don't have the right clothes," she laughed.

"Just grab a toothbrush," he grinned. "We'll buy your clothes in Paris."

"But what about Kim?" Joan argued.

"Leave her a note," he laughed. "Her time seems to be well occupied."

"Do you still love her?"

"No, darling," he laughed, taking Joan into his arms. "I love you.

"Well," she giggled, "I'd better get my toothbrush if we have a plane to catch."