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Chapter 9

"Linc…?" Bea purred as she came up behind her husband, who was seated, going over a press release which Lou had prepared and Ted was about to issue. She ran her hands down her husband's chest, inside his jacket, and let her titties rest against his head. Her bare titties. She wore only panties, a garter belt, stockings and high heels.

"How about a little nookey to get your mind off the campaign?" she suggested.

"But I don't want to get my mind off the campaign, damn it!" Linc said, still perusing the paper in front of him. "I want to win!"

"You'll win," Bea assured him. "Provided you stay fresh and chipper. Men need sex for that."

"Oooh, shit, Beatrice, leave me alone!" he demanded, and shrugged her off without turning around.

You asshole! she thought. But she didn't dare say it. She had to remain charming and seductive. The only place where she would dare tell Linc what she had done and ask for his support was in bed.

She did withdraw for the moment, stepping away from her husband's chair and lighting a cigarette.

"Well, did you read it?" Ted asked, entering the hotel room without knocking. He stared at Bea, bare-tittied in black lace panties and dark hose. "OOOoh, Christ, I'm sorry!" he said. "I didn't know you two wanted to be alone."

"I don't want to be alone!" Linc maintained. He still hadn't looked at his wife since she'd entered the room. "This second paragraph-do you think Lou's got the right angle there?"

He held up the paper so that Ted could read it. The young PR man seemed reluctant to tear his gaze away from Bea, who nonchalantly smoked her cigarette.

"Let's see… " Ted half-mumbled the text. "Yeah! It's okay. If you come out too flat-footed on that issue, you'll polarize opinion too early in the campaign. Let's see what the opposition does first."

"Okay. Hand it out."

Linc got up and glanced at his wife. "For Christ's sake, Beatrice, put some clothes on!"

Miffed, she swivel-hipped to Ted, holding her cigarette out to the side as Bette Davis used to do in her early movies. "Do I offend you, Ted?" she asked.

"Gosh, no!" he said, grinning and shaking his head.

"If you want to screw her, be my guest," Linc offered. "She promised me that she would not pick up any strangers during the campaign, and she must be getting antsy. I've got to have a last talk with Sam before we pull out of this town."

Linc left the room without giving his half naked wife another glance.

"Did he mean that?" Ted asked, gazing lustfully at her.

"Of course he meant it! Remember when he caught you playing with my tits at that party?" she asked. "He didn't seem upset, did he?"

"No, but he was drunk."

"That doesn't make any difference. We have an open marriage."

"Well, do you want to get it on?" Ted asked, obviously eager.

"No. I'm too upset right now. I was hoping to get Linc into bed because I've got to work on him to get some money."

"Don't tell me you have to resort to those tactics to get your allowance," Ted said.

"Don't be silly." Bea turned away and took a thoughtful puff on her cigarette. "I need big money. I'm in trouble."

Ted eyed her sumptuous ass in the black panties that embraced it. Her pale skin gleamed through the lacy border and dramatized the fullness of her thighs above her stocking tops.

"Is there anything I can do?" he offered.

"No," Bea said. Then abruptly an idea struck her, and she whirled about, her tits swinging.

The young man worked his hands, as if they were aching to grasp her supple melons.

"Maybe you can do something," she said. "You've got an athletic build. Are you afraid to fight?"

"Fight! Shit, Bea, what on earth are you talking about?"

She walked up to him and pressed her titties against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him. "There's a young guy blackmailing, me," she said, gazing up into Ted's eyes. "He's got a picture and he's demanding money from me before. he'll hand it over. He's, not nearly as big as you are, and I'm sure he doesn't own a gun."

"What kind of picture is it?" Ted asked, the gathering firmness of his penis letting her know that he appreciated her half-nude body being pressed against him.

"It shows me sucking his cock," Bea said matter-of-factly.

"Who the hell is he?" Ted's excitement increased.

"A prick who works in a department store. I just-picked him up."

"Jesus Christ, Bea!" Ted exclaimed, and his hands came up between them to grasp her boobs.

She raised to her lips the cigarette she'd been holding and she took a puff. Ted bent and licked a wide beige aureole as he held her breast up, then fastened his lips around the nub of her nipple. He sucked, elongating the rubbery stem.

"Will you help me?" Bea asked.

Ted hungrily switched his mouth to her other tit, and she noted that the front of his trousers was protruding. She clutched his risen penis through his pants.

"Do it for me!" he panted, raising his head. "God, Bea, suck my cock and I'll do anything!"

He was too young and handsome to be hard up for sex, Bea felt sure, and she doubted that he had a special yen for her. It was only because she was Linc's wife. Well, that was okay. She would give him what he wanted… and most probably enjoy it.

She backed up and snuffed out her cigarette in an ashtray, her titties quivering as she ground the butt against the glass. She sat on a chair.

"All right, darling, bring it to Mama," she said.

Ted quickly ripped open his pants, let his prick spear out, and walked to her. Bea curled cool fingers around his sizable, very virile shaft, and rolled back his foreskin. His pink bulb burst forth, its teasy subtle fragrance rising in her nostrils as she bowed her head.

She licked his cock first as the turgid bulb quivered against her tongue and he gazed down, taking in the delightful sight. Then she widened her rouged lips and wrapped them around his knob. She rolled her eyes upward as she sucked him, swirling her wet tongue about his blissfully throbbing glans.

The door opened, and Melanie entered.

"My goodness!" she exclaimed, her cheeks turning pink, and she quickly turned around and left.

Ted fucked his prick feverishly between Bea's silken, wet lips, and he came, spurting his thick sperm over her tongue and down her gulping throat. She kept sucking as he pumped, and she swallowed all his jism down.

When she raised her head to let his softened prick flop into her hand, her eyes were watery. She licked her lips, swallowed again, then bent once more to lick his penis perfectly clean. She stuffed him back into his trousers and zipped his fly.

"There!" she said.

"I-I'm sorry I came so fast! But when that blonde walked in on us… "

"Never mind her. After you do what I want you to do, we'll have a nice long session together." Bea smiled seductively. "Then I'll find out what you're really made of, hmmm?"

"Who is the bastard who's blackmailing you? Where can I find him?"

Bea gave him Ronnie's name and address. "There's another guy in the scheme, too," she added, "but I think Ronnie has the photo. It's a Polaroid shot, so that means there's no negative, and he only took one."

"I'll get it," Ted promised. He swept up the press release which Linc had left on a table, and he left the room.

Melanie, that tart! Bea thought. Why'd she have to see what I was doing?

It didn't really bother her, because she didn't think Linc would mind, even if Melanie reported it. It was just the idea of the stupid girl barging in.

Bea got up and entered the bedroom of the suite. She was a little itchy, because she had gotten excited while sucking Ted's cock and had received no satisfaction. But she could live with that. If Ted got the picture, everything would be perfect!

Melanie's panties were moistly plastered to her warm slit as she hurried down the hall toward her own room. She had been looking for Linc when she had walked in on his wife with the PR man. She'd had a question about Scotty's curriculum, but the shocking sight in Linc's suite had blasted it out of her mind.

Bea sure was some slut, Melanie thought, conveniently forgetting that she herself had engaged in sex with both the chauffeur and young Scotty… as well as with Bea, though the latter had been more or less forced on her.

A door at her side opened and Linc appeared, emerging from Sam's room.

The candidate grinned. "Hi, teacher!" he said, and it appeared that he had forgiven her for resisting him the other night. "You're fucking radiant!"

The fact was that she was still blushing from having seen Bea sucking Ted's cock.

"Hello, Mr. uh… I mean, Linc." She smiled with embarrassment. "I can't get used to calling the next governor by his first name."

He moved close and slipped an arm around her. "I've been doing my best to get us better acquainted," he said, and rubbed his hand in gentle rotation against her firm, resilient buttocks.

"Please!" she protested, and drew clear.

"Why are you so damned stand-offish with me?" he asked a bit sharply.

"You're m-married!" she said, which seemed a reasonable excuse. Actually, she was afraid of him. She had proved she wasn't above fooling around with someone she could control, like Scotty or the chauffeur… or with someone who was. physically incapable of taking her virginity, like Bea. Linc's big cock was a lethal weapon, however.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Bea and I have an open marriage. She doesn't care what I do."

He caught himself and glanced quickly about. They were, after all, in a public hallway. It happened that there were no strangers nearby at the moment, but his ardor had been sufficiently cooled by that time so that he just went on his way.

Melanie was sizzling worse than ever. She continued on down the hall to her own room, then remembered Phil was right across the hall. After glancing both ways to make certain she wasn't being observed, she quickly opened his door and entered.

She should have knocked, she immediately realized, for Phil was stretched out on his back on the bed, stroking his small but very rigid penis with one hand while he held a picture magazine in the other. He was gazing at color photographs of naked girls.

Bursting in on him was Melanie's second faux pas in quick succession. However; this time she didn't turn and rush out in confusion. She blushed a bit, but held her ground. After all, Phil was only a chauffeur.

She even vented her frustration and embarrassment by turning the tables on him. "What are you doing, you dirty creep?" she demanded.

He shrank-but his cock didn't, as he continued to grip it and stared up at the beautiful young blonde. "I'm s-sorry!" he said.

"Playing with yourself while you look at a magazine!" she chided, rubbing it in. "At least, you could look at something real!"

She raised her skirt… up above her tightly gartered stocking tops, along her bare thighs, and to the narrow lace edges of her pink panties. She felt like a slut, but she assured herself that it didn't matter, because Phil was only a servant. She had come into the room to make him serve her, and she decided to follow through on it immediately.

She wiggled out of her pants, pulling them inside-out down her legs, and stepped free. She dropped them onto the pudgy chauffeur's face and smiled wickedly.

"Ooooh, wowwww… " he groaned, and let go of his magazine to grasp the girl's warm panty briefs with both hands, rubbing them all over his face, across his lips and nose. He inhaled several times. His tongue fluttered over the nylon.

Still holding her skirt at her middle, blatantly exposing her silken blonde muff, Melanie picked up the photo magazine and gazed at the spread legged models.

"I'm prettier than they are!" she sniffed.

Phil seemed to agree. His prick continued to stick up, throbbing, as he let her panties fall away.

"Sit on my face!" he begged Melanie.

That sounded good to her, and she commenced to mount the naked man with her front toward the top of his head. But then on a wicked impulse, because he was only a chauffeur and a dirty one at that, she turned around and mounted facing his feet.

She had gone potty a little while ago and, though she had wiped carefully, as always, she hadn't bathed since. She got a kick out of sitting right down so that the chauffeur's nose was forced between her asscheeks while her steaming hot pussy smacked his lips.

If she was abusing him, he certainly gave no sign of being offended. On the contrary, his cock seemed to bristle even stiffer, and it quivered visibly, its plump head puffed with lust.

Melanie let her skirt fall around his head, and she wickedly ground her hips, wobbling her buttocks at each side of his nose and loosening her asshole as her oozing cuntlips kissed his mouth. His tongue speared upward and began to slurp at her honey pot. His lips sucked noisily, drinking her nectar. She felt his ticklish breath between the cheeks of her bottom.

She stared at his stuck-up, quivering dick.

Melanie got hotter and hotter as the nasty chauffeur licked her and inhaled the earthy aroma of her ass. She clutched his hard cock and began to stroke it. Finally she couldn't resist and bowed her head, letting her golden-blonde hair cascade around his privates. This caused her widely split bottom to rise a little, and she heard him gratefully gulp some fresh air. She was aware that be could look at her ass close-up now and admire it to his heart's content as he continued licking her pussy, and she clasped the plum-like head of his penis in her hot, wet mouth.

She cocksucked him furiously, bobbing her head up and down, and his tongue in her pussy went wild. He plunged as deeply into her succulent girl-flesh as he could go, and his stroking of her ditty caused her to mouth his prick even faster and more heatedly.

The room seemed to throb with the power of their unleashed lust, and, when the chauffeur exploded, it was like Old Faithful erupting. Melanie caught the first geysering spurt in her throat, then sat back on his face and farted as she ground her hot ass. The chauffeur's second spurt shot straight in the air. She came throbbingly, with his nose in her very fragrant asshole and his tongue fluttering wildly against her clit. He spurted again… again, and again, his sperm splattering down over his nuts and legs and belly. A bit of his first shot dribbled over Melanie's lower lip and onto her chin. This was still visible as she dismounted from the nasty man and stood next to the bed, smiling down. His face was flushed, and his eyes were glassy. But he looked happier than he had been in a long, long time.

"Ooooh, Miss Jones… " he said, "that was wonderful!"

"You liked it, hm?" she asked, and licked her lip. She wiped her chin.

"It was terrific!" he said, with a deeply gratified sigh.

"Want to keep my panties?" she asked.

"Yes! Please!"

"Okay," Melanie said, and turned to leave the room, switching her hips.

If she kept giving her pants away, she was going to run out of underwear before long, she realized, but she thought that Phil deserved a reminder of this particular episode. Her panties were no doubt slightly impregnated with the same scent which he had seemed to enjoy sniffing, and it gave her perverse pleasure to think that he would continue to sniff it.

She had certainly turned into a different girl since she had gone to work for the Townsend's! But she remained a virgin, and that was what mattered, she assured herself.

No longer frustrated nor embarrassed, she returned to her own room to pack. They would be taking off soon for the next town on the campaign trail, she understood.