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Chapter 7

Escaping from the car in the downtown section of the city had been motivated not by any desire on Bea's part to pursue the merchandise in the local stores. She had to do something about her hot panties.

Her husband had been busy with political matters lately, and neither Melanie nor the chauffeur offered what Bea needed at that particular time: A big, hard prick!

She strolled along the sidewalk, letting her eyes flick casually at the males who passed. Nothing doing. A Street pickup would have been too blatant, anyway, putting her in the same category as a common whore.

She turned into a department store and headed for the men's wear section. The first clerk she saw was gray-haired and tired looking. She passed him. A sporty young fellow with moderately long hair, fancy jeans, and a colorful shirt was waiting on a customer in the "college shop". Bea got a warm sensation between her legs, and she waited, studying a counter display of briefs.

"Looking for something in men's underwear?" the clerk inquired as he moved up behind her.

She looked over her shoulder and gave him a foxy smile. "Always," she replied.

"Well, you've come to the right place."

The clerk moved a bit closer to her and gazed into her eyes. He was cautious, she realized, because he couldn't risk offending a customer who was only being flirtatious.

Bea flashed back a hot look which sought to convince him she would go all the way. He moved closer still and rubbed the lump in his trousers against her.

"That's what I like in men's underwear!" she murmured shamelessly, and writhed a little.

There were no customers nearby. The dressing booths, in an alcove to Bea's left, were deserted.

The salesman noted the direction in which her gaze swept, and' picked up immediately on the silent suggestion. "Go ahead," he said. "I'll follow."

Casting one quick glance about, to make certain she wasn't being observed, Bea scampered into the alcove, entered one of the dressing booths, and pulled the door shut. Her heart hammered.

The door was jerked open in less than ten seconds, and the young salesman crowded in. "Shit, let's get it on!" he growled, and yanked the maturely beautiful brunette against him.

His prick was half-hard in his pants already, Bea noted with excitement, and she wriggled her hips to help it harden more. Her soft lips were parted by his tongue, which licked deeply into her hot mouth.

He anxiously pulled her skirt up.

Bea didn't object to the impetuousness of his onslaught because the circumstances called for it.

It was risky business to screw in public places, and it behooved both of them to get it done as quickly as possible.

She squirmed as he clutched her panty-clad buttocks, his fingers sinking into the supple, writhing flesh. As he pulled her panties down, she opened his fly. His spear thrust out, titled upward and quivering. It wasn't as big as she had hoped it might be-but, then, Linc had spoiled her. It certainly was hard enough, and it had a plump bare head which bulged rosily.

"Ooh, God… yesssss!" she hissed, almost jumping up and down as the clerk squatted quickly to remove her red-and-black, lace-trimmed panties.

There was a small bench at one side of the booth, and Bea hopped up onto it. She squatted, spreading her legs wide. This opened her pussy, which was already wet, and put it in perfect alignment for the young man's thrust. He paused only long enough to drop his pants and shorts to his ankles.

"Lady, you're terrific!" he said, pointed his prick at her snatch, and plunged.

"Aaaaahhhhgh!" she rasped, rolling her eyes and grinding her hips as the fellow's rigid penis glided all the way up her love canal.

He let his hardness soak and throb deep inside her as they gazed into each other's eyes, then he cupped her voluptuous buttocks in his hands to help support her and began to ram her against the wall of the dressing booth.

"Oooh, shit! You horny fuckerrr!" she groaned, and wrapped her arms around him as she fucked back.

They shook the booth.

The fucking lasted a frenzied thirty seconds, no more, but Bea was shaking with a full-blown orgasm when the stud went off, creaming the pit of her cunt.

He pulled his penis out of her with a slippery, sucking sound, and stepped back. He drew his clothes up and fastened them while Bea stepped down from the bench, found her panties, and wriggled them on. It took her only a few moments to regain her composure.

"Ta-ta!" she smiled, wiggling her fingers to him, and walked out.

It took the salesman longer to regain his poise, then he exited the booth and returned to his station. Since no customers were waiting, he sat down behind his counter. His eye happened to fall on the morning newspaper which the other salesman had brought in and placed on the shelf under the counter.

A picture leaped from the front page.

"Son of a bitch!" the young man exclaimed under his breath, and snatched the paper to read the caption under the news photo:

Newly-announced gubernatorial candidate Lincoln Townsend and Mrs. Townsend, who will arrive in the city for a fund-raising dinner tonight.

The salesman jumped up and carried the newspaper to his gray-haired colleague who was putting suits on a rack.

"Did you see the broad I was talking to a little while ago?" the young man asked.

"Yeah. I noticed she came out of a dressing booth. What was she doing in there?"

"Maybe I'll tell you some time." The longhaired salesman held up the newspaper. "Now look at this."

"It's her!"

"Hell, yes! Lincoln Townsend's wife!"

"So? We get the ritzy crowd occasionally. Was she looking at some clothes for the next governor?"

"No comment, man!" the young fellow said, and grinned. "Just remember that you saw her, though… and remember she was coming out of that dressing booth, a woman in the men's wear department."

"Say, what is all this about?"

"Later. Maybe."

Still smiling, the younger salesman returned to his own section.

"It's been a long day," Linc remarked in a tired tone after leaving the hotel banquet room with his wife. They crossed the lobby toward the elevators.

Suddenly Bea froze.

"What's the matter?" Linc asked, stopping to look at her.

"Uuh… I forgot my cigarettes," she said. "I left them on the table."

"So what? We've got cigarettes upstairs."

"Yes, but I left my lighter, too. That nice gold one. You go on. I'll be upstairs in a few minutes."

Linc turned back toward the banquet room. "I'll get the fucking lighter," he said.

"No! I won't have you running errands for me!"

She hurried off, leaving her husband staring after her. He shook his head, walked to the elevator, and rode up to their suite.

Bea remained in the banquet room only long enough to give her husband time to leave the lobby, then exited and crossed to where a longhaired young man was seated-the young man she had seduced that morning. She had spotted him after leaving the banquet room the first time.

He had been watching her with a faint smile on his face.

"You!" she exclaimed in a hushed voice, her dark eyes snapping. "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting to talk to you. Want a drink?"

"You know who I am!" she said, her knees suddenly weak.

"Yeah. I recognized your picture in the morning paper."

"Well?" She elevated her head haughtily.

"I make one hundred and fifty bucks a week."

Bea drilled her gaze into him. "You're crazy!"

He reached and grasped her hand as she started to turn away. "Not so very," he said. "Another salesman recognized you, too, and he saw you walk out of that dressing booth. Your husband's wealthy. He wants to be governor."

Bea glanced around frantically. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her and the young man. The crowd from the fund-raising banquet had all departed, she and her husband having been among the last to leave.

She sat down next to the clothing salesman.

"I don't have any money of my own," she said, "but maybe I can borrow some. A little."

"Five thou," the man replied.

"Never!"

"There's a guy who writes a gossip column in this town, and he hates your husband's party. So does the newspaper he works for. He'd pay me for a juicy item."

"You fucking filthy blackmailer!" Bea said sotto voce.

"Five thou," the man repeated.

Bea stood up. "I'll, uh, see what I can do."

The fellow took a folded slip of paper out of his pocket and pressed it into her hand. "Call me first thing in the morning."

He turned and walked out.

"Shit! Ooooh, shit!" Bea said under her breath and hurried back to the banquet room.

Sam Christopher was stuffing papers into a briefcase as he stood at a table near the lectern. He and Beatrice were the only ones in the room.

"Sam!" she exclaimed as she approached him.

The fleshy man looked up and grinned. "What can I do for the wife of the next governor?" he asked.

"Sam, I'm in terrible trouble! You're the only one I can turn to."

He squinted at her, "What is it, Bea?"

"I need money! Five thousand dollars! And I can't ask Linc for it."

Interest flashed in Sam's small blue eyes which were set in soft pouches. "Want to tell me what you need the money for?"

"I can't do that, either. Just take my word for it that I need it bad." She squeezed Sam's hand. "Please help me!"

"Okay," he said, looking intently into her eyes. "But I never give something for nothing."

"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked, her lip quivering.

"I want your ass."

Her eyes widened in helplessness, and then her shadowed lids lowered. "All right," she said in a barely audible tone.

In Sam's room, she sprawled froglike on the bed, her ass up, her breasts pressed against the mattress. She wore dark stockings and a black garter belt, that was all. Her knees were drawn far enough forward, and positioned sufficiently apart, so that her buttocks were split wide Open. The brown eye of her asshole stared at the stocky, nude man who knelt behind her, holding a jar of VaseLinc.

His cock, thick but stubby, curved forward from beneath his, large stomach. He dug his middle finger into the VaseLinc jar and, as the wife of his boss-the next governor?-watched from over her shoulder, he scooped out a large glob of lubricant.

He slapped the slippery substance between her fleshy buttocks and chuckled as he massaged it in. His rotating middle finger thrust the VaseLinc into Bea's suddenly supple and smoothly inviting anus. As he sank his finger deeper and stroked it in and out, his cock lifted to point at her backside like a cannon.

His finger made a lurid sucking sound as he pulled it from her well-oiled rear hole. Then he moved up, nestling the head of his prick where his finger had been.

His belly hung partially over Beatrice's bottom and bore against it as he pushed. His turgid glans opened her anus, and he glided on the thick. VaseLinc through her rubbery ring.

"Uuuuuuh!" she groaned as she felt her ass being plugged by his thick cock.

It didn't hurt. She just felt a fullness-a stimulating fullness!

Sam sank 'his cock deeper into her greased butt hole, and he watched it disappear, inch by inch. He gave her all five and a half inches. That was nothing, compared to the seven-plus inches which her husband frequently rammed up there. She squirmed a little, rotating her chute around him.

He placed his pudgy hands on her hips, spanning a garter strap with each set of fingers. He glanced into a mirror across the room and watched her stocking-clad legs flex, the pale flesh of her upper thighs contrasting exquisitely with the dark tops of her hose; He began to pump slowly, and he watched his greasy pole plunge and reappear, plunge and reappear, between the voluptuous rondures of her bottom.

"Ooooooh!" Beatrice cooed as she bumped her buttocks against the fat man.

He fucked her ass faster.

Though her asshole had been well used, it was still tight enough to thrill him, and the VaseLinc made her muscular aperture slippery-smooth. Her rhythmically clasping sphincter rippled up and down on his ridged prong. He watched her rosy rectal flesh pull out, then sink back in with each thrust of his buggering member. Her asscheeks quivered against his big belly.

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" she said, heating up. "Twiddle my ditty!"

Sam reached underneath her, found her prominent love-tip, which was turgid, and he rubbed it between folds of velvety, moist flesh.

"Aaaaaaah!" she said, and bobbed her ass faster.

Sam didn't have to move any more. She was providing all the action. Her asshole gulped at his cock, all but chewing it up and digesting it as her hips swiveled and bumped.

"Nowwwww!" she cried, and he pinched her clit hard.

She came, jerking and moaning, as Sam's prick quivered in the clutches of her asshole, spurting wet sperm deep within her rectum.

Later, on arriving in her husband's suite, he wanted to know where she had been.

"I was just about ready to put out an alarm," he said.

"Ooooh, I met one of the wives, and she insisted that we have a drink together. You know how it is."

"Sure you didn't meet a man?" Linc asked, watching her closely.

"I told you, darling, that I wouldn't do that during the campaign."

"Okay. Just so you remember."

She sighed, hoping Sam could deliver the cash in the morning.