Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: After nine days I let the horse run free
This is a sequel to The Best Little Whorehouse on XNXX, my entry which won CAW 7. I've been asked by numerous people "when are you going to write a sequel?" Well, here it is. :)
Note that this sequel takes place approximately two years after the first story.
You do not have to read the first story to enjoy (hopefully!) this story. It would certainly help, though, for you to get all of the insider jokes.
This story is faction, part-fact, part-fiction. The characters who are contained within are real people from XNXX.com. At the end of this story, you will find a "key" that will match up character names with XNXX screen names. You should try and read this story without checking the names of the characters...no peeking! :)
Please note that the sexual nature of the characters is all made up by me. Don't assume anything beyond that. Any mistakes are mine. Void where prohibited by law. No deposit, no return. Your mileage may vary.
And now, the BEST Little Whorehouse on XNXX II: Virgins in the Whorehouse!
To say that this was an ordinary poker game would be to say that the Mona Lisa was a painting. It was an extraordinary poker game, with stakes so high mere mortals would have difficulty comprehending.
There were just three players left from the original ten. Eight of them had put up $100,000 to play. $200,000 would go to the winner. $400,000 would be donated to charity. $100,000 would cover the expenses of bringing in the 8 players from around the country, and world, for a week's stay. The final $100,000 would go to the girl seated at a table with the game's judges.
For the two local players, neither of whom had to put up any cash, it was a matter of pride and lust. Both had grudging respect for the other. Both wanted to win badly. And both wanted a heads-up match.
The junior senator from Pennsylvania looked confident. He had a horrible poker face, but played so erratically that no one had been able to read him. He now smiled as he liked his chances of eliminating Sheriff Don once and for all, who had just called his all-in wager.
There were four cards on the table from the flop: A six of diamonds, a queen of hearts, a king of spades, and a queen of diamonds.
Senator Fun, who came from nowhere to unseat an incumbent after said incumbent backed out of the primary one week before the vote due to alleged sexual indiscretions, flipped over his two cards.
A collective gasp arose from the small but attentive audience, as the two other queens in the deck were revealed. The senator was sitting pretty with four-of-a-kind, a very powerful hand.
Sheriff Don had a most impassive face. He turned over his cards, revealing a king of clubs and a king of hearts for three-of-a-kind, a much lower hand than the smiling senator. Most people quickly thought that the Sheriff figured his three kings would rule, and the best the Senator would have would be three queens. Such is the uncertainty of Texas Hold'em.
The dealer, a gorgeous redhead, counted the chips and got the bets arranged in proper fashion. As she did so, many male eyes were glued to her. Jayne, a slightly upper-middle class English bird, was dealing naked. The reason given was so that there would be no possible way for the dealer to pass cards on to one of the players. That was the official reason. Everyone knew the real reason...Jayne was a beautiful woman and an exhibitionist and despite the high stakes of the game, it was a fun atmosphere.
Well, maybe not fun for all. Sheriff Don knew he was one card away from elimination. He looked over at Jack Tales and saw that the Doc had a smirk on his face, glad he wasn't in the Sheriff's shoes. He wanted to be "in" something, as he looked over to the Judge's table at the girl seated there, but it had nothing to do with shoes.
The three men had some history. Two years ago, before he became Senator, W.S. Fun was an embassy employee, working for Miss Ellie, who was Manager of Operations. There was an incident involving him and one of the ladies, Kimi, centered around some computer hacking on Fun's part, and some accidental yet illegal activity conducted by Kimi.
Sheriff Don was called in by the ambassador, Mr. Horse, to resolve the problem quietly. However, before the Sheriff could remove the stone in Mr. Horse's shoe, Doc Tales revealed that Mr. Fun had a chemical imbalance, and couldn't be held responsible for his actions. The only suitable option was to remove Mr. Fun from the premises and put him some place where his crafty nature would be of most use...politics! So by using his formidable collection of connections, Mr. Horse helped topple the incumbent, and the rest was history.
As Jayne continued leaning over the table to arrange the large bets, breasts splayed against the green felt, her large nipples stimulated by the rubbing around as she moved to and fro, counting...hard-ons were forged, as those behind her were treated to a wonderful view of her spectacular ass. Those closer to the action could make out her pussy lips from behind, just adding to the sexual tension in the room.
Finally, she stood up, slowly, nipples erect, face slightly flushed.
"The wager is now set." She looked around the room. Nearly all eyes were on her. Various parts of her, to be precise.
She burned one card, and then turned over the final card, the "River" as it is called.
A king of diamonds!
Now a huge roar arose from the audience! Four-of-a-kind kings beating four-of-a-kind queens!
The normally stoic Sheriff raised an eyebrow at the Senator, his lips curling slightly in a brief smile, then going back to impassivity. Doc Tails let out a howl and clapped his hands together.
Senator Fun just stared at the cards. He was probably the second most unhappy person in the room at the moment, with the first being his aide-de-camp, a young female college student who had suffered often when the Senator wasn't happy.
The Senator was pissed because he wanted the girl at the Judge's table, only known to all as Jamie. A natural blonde with medium-length straight hair, she was the ultimate prize for the winner.
The winner of the high-stakes match would get to deflower Jamie...she was a virgin!
Jamie had come to the attention of Ambassador Horse through some mutual friends. She had recently obtained her PhD, and in doing so, had accumulated approximately $100,000 in student loan debt. One overheard conversation led to a phone call, which led to a discussion, which led to a proposal. Jamie, a virgin and a knock-out, agreed to give up her virginity to the winner of a high-stakes poker game, in exchange for having her student loans paid off.
Now with Senator Fun out of the running, it would be a heads-up match between Sheriff Don and Doc Tails.
Curiously enough, it was Ambassador Horse who had a small grin on his face, for he now knew the true fate of Jamie.
As Miss Ellie entered the conference room, conversations ended, voices hushed, and all eyes turned to her. As Manager of Operations for a good number of years, Miss Ellie ran the day-to-day operations of the embassy. While technically some employees had equal or higher rank, no one crossed her path or challenged her decisions, or if they did so, they did so only once. Ambassador Horse had yet to ever reverse a decision made by Miss Ellie, and she had never let him down.
"Good afternoon, Ladies," said Miss Ellie, smiling as she sat at the head of the table, smoothing her mid-thigh length dress out. She had been carrying several file folders and put them on the table in front of her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Ellie," was the chorus of replies. They all took note of the smile; today was going to be a good day.
There were four women seated at the table, not counting Miss Ellie. Sitting closest to Miss Ellie was Kimi, an Oriental girl who had been working here the longest of any of the girls. Seated opposite of her was Gay, the party girl from Florida. Cathie, an olive-complexion lass from Europe, was seated next to Kimi, and was the newest of the girls. There were two other girls, but one was on vacation, and the other was indisposed at this time of the month.
"Today should be an interesting one," started Miss Ellie, "Kimi, you've got the afternoon off. Tonight you'll be entertaining the Secretary of the Interior. Here is...what was that?"
"I was just musing that the Secretary will be wanting some of my interior!" Light laughter filled the room.
"Would you like his folder?" asked Miss Ellie.
"Yes ma'am, thank you." Kimi took the folder but didn't open it, as doing so would take her attention off of Miss Ellie while she was speaking, and that would be rude. She witnessed one girl doing so, and winced at the memory of the tongue lashing the girl received for such impertinence
"Cathie, being the newest here, you've drawn the Socks twins," continued Miss Ellie, passing a folder to the hazel-eyed, dark-haired vixen. Gay and Kimi both smiled at each other in a knowing way.
"Gay, you'll be entertaining Congressman Saltimer" said Miss Ellie as she slid the folder to the remarkably beautiful blonde. Gay mumbled something unintelligible. Kimi just smirked.
"You know I don't like mumbling, Gay. What did you say?"
The slender blonde turned a pale, crimson shade and lowered her eyes. "Nothing, Miss Ellie."
"You said something, my dear, unless you're accusing me of hearing voices in my head, or calling me a liar. Which is it?"
The tone in the room had changed, and everyone noticed immediately, sitting up a little straighter, eyes flittering between Gay and Miss Ellie.
"No ma'am, I mean, yes, wait..." Gay stumbled over her words, her facial color deepening by the second.
Miss Ellie ended it by clearing her throat.
"We're done here, ladies," said Miss Ellie, standing up, "review your folders and contact me with any problems. Otherwise, I'll see all of you here tomorrow."
All three women got up quickly and began to exit.
"Wait," said Miss Ellie, not finishing her sentence, but speaking volumes with that one uttered word, her eyes focused on Gay. The others skidded to a stop, saw who Miss Ellie was talking to, and scampered out of the room quickly, in no way, shape or form wanting a piece of that upcoming conversation.
Gay stood still, head tilted downward, eyes lowered. Miss Ellie recognized this as Gay's submissive nature, and while she was a good friend to Gay's deceased Mom and agreed to look after Gay, she also enjoyed wringing her out a bit on occasion. This was such an occasion.
Miss Ellie sat back down. Gay didn't move.
"I want to know what you mumbled that was so important as to interrupt my afternoon, Gay."
"It was stupid, ma'am."
"I already know that, child. I want to know what it was that you said."
"I said 'Great, another evening getting my holes torn up by that freak', ma'am."
"You have a problem with my work assignments, Gay?"
"No, Miss Ellie, I was," she was cut off.
"Don't sass me, Gay. Disrobe."
Gay sighed quietly, then removed her shirt, jeans and sandals. She wasn't wearing undergarments. Her small breasts were highlighted by erect nipples, despite the temperature in the room being a balmy 75 degree. Her golden, trimmed bush caught the sunlight streaming through one of the skylights.
"Assume the position."
Gay got down on her knees and crawled under the table, and between Miss Ellie's legs.
"You know what to do, slut."
Gay gently pushed Miss Ellie's skirt up her legs until she could see her panties, which she carefully removed and set on the floor. Miss Ellie adjusted herself in the seat a bit, exposing more of her pussy to Gay's eyes. Gay smiled to herself as Miss Ellie had partially trimmed her bush into a downward pointing arrow, as if one needed directions.
As Gay began slowly feasting herself on Miss Ellie's delectable snack, there was a knock at the door. The feasting stopped for a second.
"Come in," said Miss Ellie, reaching under the table to push Gay's head back up against her pussy.
The door opened and a young Oriental girl entered, possibly of Chinese descent, but with other blood mixed-in.
"You must be Trish," said Miss Ellie, motioning her to a chair near her, "please come sit down. I'm Miss Ellie."
The young woman moved over to the chair and sat, not yet noticing the naked woman under the table.
"So why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, Trish. I've read your file, and I've spoken with our mutual friend."
Trish cleared her throat, twice, before she started speaking, obviously quite nervous.
"Well, I'm 20 years old. I lived in California up until recently, and I'm really in need of a good job."
Miss Ellie looked at the young woman. Small-breasted, slim...similar in stature to the woman who was under the table, licking her.
"That's nice, dear. So, how many cocks have you sucked?" Miss Ellie decided to see right away if she had the moxie to handle a job here.
Trish's face chameleoned a bright shade of pink.
"Well, um, I don't know, exactly, but lots of them!"
"Is that so?" said Miss Ellie, her focus a little off as Gay had begun applying her tongue to her boss's clit. "Well then, simply nod your head to these questions so we can get them out of the way."
Miss Ellie rambled through a series of questions surrounding Trish's past sexual history, from anal and bi-sexuality to group sex and role playing. According to Trish, she was experienced and accepting of all of it.
"Well, it sounds like you'll fit in here just fine, Trish. Let's just make sure. Take off your clothes."
Trish just stared at Miss Ellie.
"You do understand English, do you not?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Trish, now beginning to reluctantly remove her clothes. When she finished, Miss Ellie spoke again.
"Enough, Gay. Come out."
As Miss Ellie slid her chair back a bit, Gay emerged from under the table, naked (as noted by Trish), her lips a little puffy, and visibly coated with Miss Ellie's secretions.
"Trish, meet Gay. Gay, this is Trish, she'll be starting work here."
Trish raised her hand to meet and shake Gay's, but Miss Ellie interjected.
"Gay, show Trish how we greet new people here."
Gay moved closer to Trish, noticing her small, dark, erect nipples and trimmed, dark bush. She took hold of the younger girl's head with her hands and brought her lips in contact with Trish's lips, slipping her tongue into her mouth. Trish accepted the french kiss, tasting Miss Ellie's pussy secondhand.
"Trish," said Miss Ellie, interrupting the kiss, "sit up on the table." Trish complied with the request. "Now lay back." Again, she did as she was told.
Miss Ellie looked at Gay and nodded towards Trish's pussy. Gay nodded back in understanding, then moved between Trish's lithe legs. Miss Ellie moved around to the other side of the table, standing next to Trish's head, which would have hung over the side if Trish wasn't holding it up. Miss Ellie stepped in front of Trish and moved forward a bit, forcing the girl to lay her head back. As Miss Ellie raised her dress upwards, Trish just stared at Miss Ellie's arrow.
Miss Ellie moved forward again, pressing her now wet pussy up against Trish's face and moving her thighs closer together, imprisoning the young girl between her legs. A few seconds later she felt the young girl's tentative tongue start to lick her.
Meanwhile, Gay had pulled up a chair in front of Trish, sat in it, then put Trish's legs on her shoulders and looked at the pretty pussy in front of her. Normally not a big fan of pussy, much preferring the taste and feel of cock, Gay had learned to like pussy as a submissive to Miss Ellie.
Leaning forward, she began licking the girl's outer lips, feeling her body shiver as she did so. Applying her tongue in broader strokes, she soon got the girl quite wet and decided to add her fingers to the mix. First she began rubbing her clit, slowly, then in more rhythm with her tongue licks. Finally, she took a finger from her other hand and slid it inside Trish's now heated pussy, sliding it forward.
It was then she discovered that Trish was a virgin! Sure as the day is long she felt Trish's hymen, and immediately backed off, not wanting to take a chance of breaking that sacred guardian. It turned Gay on that she was eating virgin pussy, so with that extra hand that would no longer finger-fuck Trish's pussy, she reached between her own legs and began to rub her own clit, timing each rub with her rub of Trish's clit.
Trish was finding it difficult to breathe, her face held fast against Miss Ellie's pussy. Her tongue was moving more rapidly now, having never eaten a pussy before, but pretty determined to put those hours of staring at porn on her computer to good use. She felt the other woman between her legs and for the first time was getting eaten herself. She could hardly believe how great it felt. But it was when someone (Miss Ellie, though Trish couldn't see) started to pinch her nipples that her orgasm began its run up the mountain at full speed.
Trish's legs started to quiver and her hands reached around and grabbed hold of Miss Ellie's ass through her dress and pulled her pussy harder onto her tongue, concentrating exclusively now on her boss's clit. This caused Miss Ellie to pinch the nipples harder, and the sexual cycle was now in overdrive, as the increase in nipple pressure caused Trish to moan. The vibrations against Miss Ellie's pussy caused her to start to cum, which triggered Trish to cum hard against Gay's face, smearing it with her juices.
A minute or so later, there were two satisfied faces, and one that wasn't, as Gay had not reached orgasm.
"Gay, you and Trish get dressed," said Miss Ellie, stepping into her panties, "tidy up in here, and then go back to your room. I'd like for you to explain some of the basics to her. Trish, I'll speak with you this evening at dinner."
With that, Miss Ellie walked out of the room.
Gay turned to Trish. "You and I have some talking to do."
Trish knew exactly what Gay was referring to. "Yes," she said meekly.
Kimi was sitting at a table in the lunchroom eating some salad when Cathie walked in. After selecting soup and salad herself, she went over and sat opposite Kimi at the same table. Kimi looked up and smiled.
"So, what was that look that you and Gay exchanged?"
"Which look was that," asked Kimi?
"You know which look," continued Cathie, sipping her soup and finding the bisque to her liking, "when Miss E. said I would be seeing the twins. What's up with these twins that I need to know about?"
Kimi smiled and shrugged and went back to her food.
Cathie's eyes squinted a bit, making a mental note about Kimi's uncooperativeness.
She flipped open the file that she'd received from Miss Ellie. The standard information was in there...along with photos...but nothing appeared amiss. Closing the file, she went back to her food, periodically noting Kimi looking up at her and smirking a bit.
If something happens, thought Cathie to herself, that I don't like and that could have been avoided, I'm going to make Kimi pay....
Gay unlocked the door to her apartment within the Embassy and let herself and Trish inside. The embassy provided fairly spacious living quarters for the ladies on a private level that was inaccessible to the general public and visitors.
Motioning for Trish to sit on the sofa, Gay fetched two bottled waters and then joined her.
"Before I explain some of the rules and regulations, I'd like you to answer one question for me," began Gay, looking directly at Trish. "I'd like to know what you are doing here?"
Trish stared at Gay for a moment, trying to decide which angle to pursue.
"Before you begin, don't say 'I don't know what you mean.' You're a virgin. I felt it."
"I'm looking for a job. I desperately need money, and a good friend of mine put in a word for me and got me this interview. Please don't mess it up for me."
"How do you expect to work here as a virgin?!"
"I can take care of that. I don't want to be a virgin any longer, so it shouldn't be anyone's concern, least of all yours."
"Really. So you think you're ready for all of this, hmmm? Do you know what a tossed salad is?"
Trish thought for a moment. "I don't suppose you are talking food, are you?"
Gay smiled haughtily. "No, and you aren't ready for this. You're going to embarrass the rest of us to someone important. I'm going to have to tell Miss Ellie about you."
Trish's resolve crumbled. Tears formed at her eyes.
"Please don't," and she broke down, putting her hands up to her face and covering the view as she began sobbing, "I h-h-have no place to gooo..."
In two years, Gay had become toughened, far from the sweet, semi-innocent woman who first showed up here at the request of Miss Ellie. Gay had been through pretty much everything one would expect, giving countless blowjobs, taking it in the ass, and more recently been on the receiving end of some kinkier activity. She knew that this young girl would lose her soul here, and didn't want that to happen. But she also knew that it would be better for the girl to come to that conclusion on her own, and quickly.
"Come here," said Gay, pulling Trish into her arms and letting the girl sob quietly, "it's going to be all right, I won't say anything," as she rocked the girl back and forth slowly, pondering her next move.
Later that afternoon, Cathie walked into the assigned room and was greeted by two men who looked to be in their early 20s, and, were identical twins. They were wearing the same type of clothes, same color, even their shoes were the same brand and color.
She'd read up on the Socks twins and found nothing to be too out of the ordinary. They were the sons of an important and influential politician from Nebraska, and as such visited the Embassy about four times a year. They were clean-cut guys, the dossier said, and always requested the newest girl. And, they always, always teamed up with each other.
Cathie went over and hugged and kissed each one of them, and, following the notes in the folder, began fondling their crotches as she alternated kissing them. Some visitors craved conversation and wanted to talk before getting down to business. Not the Socks twins. They had a couple of hours to visit, and wanted to make the most out of it, so it was straightforward sex for them. Cathie felt their cocks through the shorts and felt herself start to moisten.
The two guys began removing Cathie's clothes and soon she was naked. At just a few inches over five feet tall with a slender build, her slightly olive complexion and long, dark brown hair was set off by penetrating hazel eyes. The two young men took a step back to admire her perky, mid-sized breasts, dark nipples and trimmed landing strip before closing back in on her. One of the twins went for her mouth, kissing Cathie passionately while the other latched on to a nipple, sucking at it while his hands started roaming up and down her body.
Soon the guys began removing their clothes, which consisted of shorts, polo shirts and dock shoes, no underwear. Cathie glanced down and saw that their cocks were nice-sized, normal, and very hard. She was pleased and looked forward to this pounding. She had been off work for the past week, having been "her time of the month", and was definitely in need of a good pounding.
The two guys lifted her and carried her to the unusually large-sized bed, big enough for a half-dozen or more people, set her down on the edge of it, then gently pushing her onto her back, a pillow under her head. This was also explained in the dossier. She thought it a bit odd that they always wanted the same position, but then figured it was probably some kind of "twin thing" and didn't give it any further thought.
One of the guys moved up and straddled her chest, presenting his hard cock to her mouth. She opened it and began licking around the head, catching one small drop of precum. It tasted nice, a tad salty, but after a week's inactivity, she mused that any cock product would taste good.
As Cathie started taking the guys' cock into her mouth, him helping by rocking forward and back a bit, she felt the other between her legs, holding them up with his arms as his face moved forward, tongue licking at her outer lips.
This, she remembered, was their routine. One would straddle the girl and get a blowjob, and the other would lick pussy until it was his turn. When the first guy had come, he would move off and go to the bathroom for a quick cleaning, and the other guy would move up for his blowjob. When the first would return, he would continue the oral assault on the girl's pussy. The rotation would continue and eventually the guys would fuck the girl until they no longer could get hard.
As Cathie applied her tongue to the underside of the shaft in her mouth, she hoped that they'd be good for a couple of cums apiece, one each in her mouth, and in her pussy. She squeezed the muscles in her thighs a bit, feeling the tongue between her legs now pushing its ways inside of her. God...what a way to make a living, she mused to herself.
Because of her positioning on the bed, and the one guy straddling her chest, she could not see the four faces that were peeking out from the bathroom, watching the action intently, gently stroking the cocks-in-hand.
::: one month earlier :::
There was a knock on the Ambassador's door.
The door opened and in walked Miss Ellie and another woman, a young blonde who seemed a bit hesitant.
"Ambassador, this is Jamie," said Miss Ellie, providing the introductions, "and Jamie, this is Ambassador Horse."
"Thank you, Miss Ellie," said the Ambassador, standing in the presence of a woman, "I will see you tonight for dinner."
Miss Ellie nodded and then turned to leave, giving Jamie a quick hug, whispering "I told you he was handsome" and then left, pressing two key-codes into a panel on the wall, one of which activated the door lock when she left.
"Please," said the Ambassador, his hand gesturing to a comfortable chair next to his massive oak desk, "have a seat, Jamie."
"Thank you," was her reply, quiet and demure.
Ambassador Horse studied the girl for a moment. He noted she was of about average height and weight, with light blonde hair that extended a ways down her back. Her eyes were a blue-green, and she had a light tan complexion. Her sweater puppies, as he affectionately referred to a woman's breasts in his own mind, looked to be a full...nice handfuls.
Jamie blushed, almost as if she could read his mind.
"Jamie, I've spoken with our mutual friend, and he has told me of your situation. I'm asking you now...you are willing to do this of your own free will?"
Jamie blushed much more profusely now, and whether due to the air conditioning or just the turn in conversation, Ambassador Horse noted her nipples starting to poke through her blouse.
"Yes, Mr. Ambassador," her voice soft.
"Okay, good. Let me go over the details, and I'm sorry if this embarrasses you a bit," noting with pleasure her squirming a bit and the continued reddish-hue of her cheeks, "but we've got to be sure of everything. You've stated that you are a virgin, having never had sexual relations with a man...no regular sex, no oral sex, no anal sex." He saw the blush deepen.
"You agree to give up your virginity to the winner of our high-stakes poker game or his/her designee in exchange for your student loans, which total," the Ambassador shuffled through some papers, "$101,340, being paid off in their entirety. The poker tournament will take place in approximately one month, here at the Embassy, and so will your...deflowering. As part of the deal, you agree to let our resident physician examine you to verify said virginity and intact hymen."
Jamie felt crimson in color, and despite her initial misgivings, she also felt excited. She'd seen Mr. Horse before on television and thought he was handsome despite being much older. Now she felt an amazing sexual attraction to him.
Ambassador Horse could see that Jamie's nipples were more pronounced now. He smiled a bit, remembering Miss Ellie's coded activation of both the door lock, and the pheromonal spray that had been developed by his good friend, Dr. Tails, the resident physician. The spray affected female hormones, and depending upon the amount injected into the available air supply, it ranged from making women feel randy to having them turn into all-out sluts looking to fuck anything that moved. The Ambassador suspected that Miss Ellie laced Jamie's air supply with a heavy dose.
He got up and moved over in front of Jamie, and put a document on the desk.
"All you need to do is sign this, and the $100,000 in loans will disappear, Jamie."
Jamie's system was in overdrive. It was the male equivalent of taking a handful of Viagra. He head was pounding, not with a headache, but with desire. She didn't look at the paperwork, but instead was looking right at the Ambassador's crotch.
"Is there something you want, Jamie?"
She licked her lips, and nodded. She sorta' thought that there might be some upfront payment required on her part, but she couldn't figure out why she had an overwhelming desire to suck off the man in front of her.
The Ambassador reached down and opened his belt and unzipped his trousers, feeling them fall to his ankles.
Jamie gasped. He was wearing no underwear.
The Ambassador's cock was something of legend. Long and thick, there should have been a reference to him in the Urban Dictionary for "hung like a horse".
"Kiss it, Jamie."
Jamie looked up at the Ambassador, then dropped to her knees in front of him, leaned forward, and kissed the head of his cock. When she pulled back a bit, a sticky string of precum attached her lips to the man's cock. She licked her lips and the string broke, the remainder of it hanging from the large organ. Jamie dove for it, licking all of it up.
"Now suck, girl."
Jamie obediently opened her mouth and engulfed the large head. Her lips were stretched a bit wide, her first act of fellatio, daunting. But the pheromones invading her brain were working their magic. Her mouth was producing copious amounts of saliva, making it easier for her to take in several inches. Tentatively, her hands reached up to cup the large set of testicles in front of her, gently feeling them, subconsciously weighing them for the savory meal contained within.
The Ambassador reached down with both hands, gently but firmly taking hold of the young girl's ears and then beginning a stroking motion with his hips, sending several more inches of cock into her mouth. When he felt his large head smack against the opening of her throat, and saw her eyes open wide, he backed off and withdrew a half-dozen inches, then slowly slid back inside, repeating the back back and forth movement until Jamie picked up on the rhythm.
As she bobbed her head, saliva escaping from the sides of her mouth and coating the shaft in a shiny layer of moisture, she continued cupping and holding the Ambassador's balls, feeling them shift upward a bit.
My God, she thought to herself, I'm actually sucking a man's cock! And not just any man, and Jesus, not just any cock. I think he's actually going to cum in my mouth!
The Ambassador released Jamie's ears and instead used one hand to caress the back of her head, speaking more softly now to her.
"Jamie...keep up the rhythm...soon I'm going to fill your mouth. I want you to swallow all of it."
Oh God, he IS going to cum in...ohhh...right now! And with that, the first spurt of warm semen landed in Jamie's mouth, her head bobbing faster and hands gently squeezing and pulling downward on the ball sack, milking it. A second spurt immediately followed, hitting the back of her mouth and dripping towards her throat, followed by several more spurts, Jamie swallowing and sucking, trying to keep pace with the ejaculations.
When finished, she let the cock plop from her mouth, then licked the tip to get the last drop. She looked up at the Ambassador, her lips slightly puffy from the effort, one small cum smear at the right corner. The Ambassador raised his hand to her face, gently rubbing the smear off, and put his finger in her mouth. Jamie moaned quietly, her lips closing on the finger, her tongue swirling it and removing the small amount of cum.
Yes, thought the Ambassador, she will make a fine prize for someone...his mind already at work.
Two hours later Jamie was in the office of Dr. Jack A. Tails, the resident physician. Jamie was waiting in the inner office while the Doctor and the Ambassador had a conversation in the outer office.
Doc Tails winced at the answer to his question, though he knew what the Ambassador was going to say. For that matter, the Ambassador knew what his good friend was going to ask.
"Come on, you've got to let me..."
"Absolutely not," said the Ambassador, cutting him off, "she needs to remain a virgin, and that's that. You examine her, and then get her back to Miss Ellie, do I make myself clear on this?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Ambassador, sir!" said the physician, mockingly, saluting with his left hand.
Ambassador Horse smiled slightly, shook his head in mock disgust a couple of times.
"Back door?" asked Doc, probing?
"I'm going out the front door," said the Ambassador, moving in that direction, "you use the back door when you're done with the exam", throwing him a you-will-pay-for-it look. And with that, the Ambassador left.
Doc then proceeded to wheel himself into the inner office, the manual wheelchair his preferred mode of transportation; Doc's upper body strength was impressive. He saw that Jamie had followed his instructions and put on the clinical gown.
"Go ahead and get up onto the table," said Doc, moving over to the sink and washing then drying his hands, then putting on rubber gloves. He pressed a button and some smooth jazz music began playing. The room was kept at a constant 78 degrees, warmer than the rest of the building because it was more comfortable at higher temperatures when less clothes were being worn.
Jamie was on the exam table, her feet in the stirrups. Doc wheeled over near her head. He took hold of her wrist and felt for her pulse. It was racing a bit, which was normal under the circumstances.
"Jamie, you can relax, you are in good hands," said Doc, using his best physician's voice. She smiled weakly. "We're going to perform a number of tests, but, just keep focused on me being your private physician. Anything that happens in here is private through doctor-patient confidentiality."
"Thank you, Doctor."
Doc then produced what appeared to be an oxygen-assisting facial mask. "Please put this over your nose and then breathe deeply five times. Make sure you keep your mouth closed. This is to test your lung capacity."
Jamie did as she was told.
"Don't worry if you feel a bit lightheaded, that's normal," said the Doc as he took the mask from her and put it away, grinning, but not letting her see his face.
Doc then wheeled around and came up between her legs, making an adjustment to the stirrups so that he legs spread open.
He almost forgot himself and whistled.
That, he thought, is one beautiful pussy.
Surrounded by a trimmed layer of straight blonde hair, the outer lips were clearly defined, not thick, but certainly looked capable of gripping anything put between them. The inner lips were not really visible, attesting to the tightness of the opening. There was an unmistakable aroma of arousal present, and, wetness to back up that arousal.
Using fingers from both hands, Doc moved the outer lips apart and gently inserted a forefinger inside, making about one inch of progress before coming up against the barrier he was seeking. He pressed against it lightly and felt her squirm. He withdrew the probing finger.
"I've just confirmed your virginity, my dear. Now we need to test your SRP, which stands for Sexual Response Quotient. It's an easy test, just close your eyes and relax."
Doc Tails, a Cal-Tech and MIT graduate with more than just a shady past, had the morals of a snake in the grass. He knew that the facial mask assisted in the forced inhalation by Jamie of his secret pheromonal compound that drove women to insane sexual heights. This would be her second time today.
Doc then began lightly touching Jamie's outer lips, rubbing them gently. He then moved to her clitoral hood and again rubbed gently. This time he noticed a slight quiver in her thighs.
God, he's my Doctor and I'm getting horny again, I'm so embarrassed, thought Jamie to herself.
Using his fingers, Doc continued his manual masturbation of the young woman for a couple of minutes, a slow, gentle motion around her clit along with taking her secretions and moving them down to her asshole, touching it, getting it wet, occasionally pushing against it a bit.
Jamie's squirming increased until she had to say something, the spray cross-circuiting her normal, shy self with the hidden, slut-monster buried deep within her psyche.
"Doctor...I'm sorry...I feel, oh god, why are you doing this...it feels too good...I..." she rambled, her breathing ragged, causing her large breasts to rise and fall, the nipples erect and throbbing.
"It's okay, Jamie. The Sexual Response Quotient test is supposed to bring you to an orgasm or two. It's a required part of the exam, so, don't worry, just relax and let it happen." Years of training enabled him to keep a straight face through all of that.
Jamie tried to relax, spreading her thighs a little wider and involuntarily reached up and rubbed her own nipples with her fingers. When Doc saw this, he moved forward and put his own lips to Jamie's lips, tasting her pussy.
The unmistakable moaning sound of high arousal was heard by Doc as his tongue began dancing over and around Jamie's clit, then delving inside to gather up some of her wetness. She tasted great, and with that revelation, Doc upped the ante a bit, pushing forward with his lubricated thumb into her ass.
That set off Jamie's first orgasm...
"Oh God, Doctor, please don't stop, ohhhhh gawdddddddd," and Doc felt her thighs squeeze against his head while he continued to bury his thumb completely in her ass, his tongue lapping against her clit.
As he felt her first big wave recede from shore, he knew that a second wouldn't be far behind, so he stepped up the assault, sliding his thumb back outwards until just the first knuckle was inside her, then pushing it forward again, burying it completely, all the while licking around and around her clit, then gently sucking the area into his mouth, then back down to her opening, sticking his tongue in as deeply as possible.
He kept this repetition up for another minute until he could tell by the movement of her lower body, and her moaning, that she was getting close to a second orgasm.
That's when he backed off a bit, and adjusted a lever on the exam table, causing the end where he was at to slowly lower, and the other end to rise a bit. One of his hands had been busy for the past few minutes, unzipping his pants, pulling out his achingly hard cock, lubricating it. The other continued rubbing Jamie's clit, keeping her arousal level peaked.
"Doctor, what's happening, oh, I want to cum again, please help me..." Jamie recognized she was moving a bit, but in her spray-induced sexual frenzy, she didn't care. Her life right now was centered between her legs, such was the power of the spray.
"Relax, my girl, we need to test your ability to take a man inside of you, but without damaging your virginity," said the wily physician, noting the positioning of the stirrups were moving properly to, in synch with the rest of the table, not just spreading Jamie's legs to the proper width but arching them backwards, thus opening her ass to him. He lined up his cock head with the opening to her ass, both very well lubricated.
Then gravity took over. The table movement stopped, but it was at enough of an angle that she slid downward a bit, which put pressure on the one spot where they were now touching...her asshole.
Inevitably, it gave way, and Doc's cock entered her.
Without ample lubrication, without her having just orgasmed and working closely on a second, and without the unpatented, unauthorized, unlicensed and clearly immoral pheromonal spray, it would have been a painful entry into her ass. But with all of these elements working for him, Doc was successful in taking Jamie's anal cherry.
"Ohhhmmmmyyyygoddddddddd..." Jamie felt Doc's shaft enter her ass as her eyes shot open. There was pain but she also felt incredibly turned on! Her body reacted and she jammed her feet against the bottom of the stirrups, trying to gain some leverage to pull upwards and away from the unexpected intrusion.
She did...but her body only moved up a few inches. Her legs were positioned so that she could rise no higher. This wasn't the first time Doc had used his table for this purpose. His hands were at her waist, and when she reached the upward limit, he used his tremendous upper body strength to slowly pull her back down onto his cock, going deeper this time. Then he again let her reactively arise off of him, then pulled her back down.
Each time, Jamie moaned. The cock in her ass was a new sensation, but one that she quickly began to covet. She began to assist Doc in the downward movements too, her legs controlling the rise and descent. This freed up Doc's hands and he put them to better use, two fingers from one hand spreading Jamie's pussy lips apart, two fingers from the other hand rubbing, stoking her clitoral fire once again.
She was babbling now, her body completely overriding any higher brain functions. All she cared about was impaling herself on the cock and sinking it deep within her ass.
Doc felt his orgasm quickly building, her tight, minutes-ago-cherry ass gripping him firmly as her movements increased in speed.
"Ooooooooooooohhhhhh...." Jamie had reached orgasm number two, her lower body a blur as she rode Doc's cock hard. She vaguely registered him making noise and then felt added lubrication inside her ass, realizing that he was shooting his load inside. The waves once again rolled over her, forcing her eyes shut as her body twisted and shook, trying to elicit every last gasp of sexual gratification that it could. She then collapsed backward against the table, her body still impaled on Doc Tales' slowly softening cock, the warm glow of orgasm sleepily enveloping her.
From his office, Ambassador Horse had been watching, making sure that his friend didn't violate their agreement. He began compiling a list of potential poker players, all with excessive money, all who would relish the thought of taking a beautiful virgin's cherry, and all who were lousy, god-awful poker players.
::: the present :::
Cathie couldn't believe the stamina of these two guys! She had already taken four loads of cum in her mouth and they had both cum in her pussy and they were still going strong! In fact, she thought, the guy in my mou...yep, he just started unloading in her mouth yet again!
As she was swallowing the fifth load of cum, she opened her eyes and was shocked to see four men standing around the bed. She quickly pushed away from the softening guy in her mouth, and struggled away from the guy who had been fucking her pussy, scrambling to the head of the bed and turning on the crowd.
"Who the fuck are..." and she stopped, her mouth wide with surprise.
There, standing in front of her, were six naked men, most with hard-ons, all naked, all smiling, and all looking exactly the same. Exactly.
"You...your...you're not twins...you..." she was flustered.
One raised his hands in mock surrender.
"We are twins, ma'am. We're also triplets, quads...you get the idea. We're the Socks Sextuplets. My name is Jacob. This is Jace, Jared, Julius, Jasper, and that's Jeremy. We're sorry for the shock, but it's sorta' tradition here with a new girl for us to pull this surprise on you."
So that's the secret, that's what Kimi didn't tell me, thought Cathie to herself.
"Ma'am, if you'd like us to leave," Jacob began...
Jacob looked to his brothers and said "Hey, she said we can stay, let's get her!" And with that, the guys started whooping and hollering like a rabble of teenagers and quickly moved to all grab hold of Cathie.
"Wait a minute!" cried Cathie, but it was too late. She was swarmed with bodies, hands grabbing her everywhere and pulling her towards the middle of the bed. All of the guys were still smiling and joking, so she didn't panic much but was expecting to be in control, like she always was when it came to guys.
One of them laid on his back and she was seated on top of him. Each arm was held by a guy, and so was each leg. Another, she assumed it to be Jacob, was directing the operation.
"Right. Now a little to the left. Good. Now towards me a bit, that's it, right there."
Cathie felt the guy's cock who was underneath her press against her pussy. Then she felt him reaching down and repositioning it...it was now against her asshole!
"Hey, wait, I normally don't do an..." she started to say when she was spoken over.
"Okay guys, slide her towards me, slowly."
As the guys did, Cathie felt the pressure on her asshole give way, and the guy slid into her; thankfully he was very well lubricated. As this happened, Jacob, or whom she thought to be Jacob, moved forward and pressed his hard cock against her pussy, and slid inside. She felt stuffed, her small frame not accustomed to taking two men inside her down below at the same time. She felt the guy who was in her ass reach around now, one hand massaging her clitoral area, the other latching onto a nipple, lightly pulling at it.
Both guys let go of her legs now as they were lifted by the guy in her pussy and held onto, for leverage. One of them moved up and presented his cock to her mouth, while the two who were holding her arms now put their cocks in her hands. The two guys inside her pussy and ass started to move, causing Cathie to moan. This allowed the guy in front of her face to slide his cock inside her mouth.
God, she thought, I'm fucking five guys at the same time. I wonder where the sixth one is?
After setting up the video camera, the sixth, Jeremy, moved to the head of the bed and climbed on it.
Video taping was strictly prohibited, however, an exception was made for the Socks Sextuplets, such was their political pull.
Each of the brothers had their own fetish, and for Jeremy, it was hair. He took hold of Cathie's long, dark hair and wrapped it around his cock, then began masturbating, using her hair as the lubricant.
Thinking wasn't an option for Cathie now, her body being used by six men at one time. She was simply on auto-pilot, hands stroking cocks, mouth, pussy and ass accepting the thrusting of other cocks, and out of the corner of her eye, watching the one using her hair for his pleasure.
She had come twice earlier from their oral pleasuring of her, and now it was almost a sustained battery of mini-orgasms that began, nothing like the rush of jumping out of an airplane, but more like the first taste of great coffee in the morning...a really good feeling...coming upon her every thirty seconds or so.
The assfucking was surprisingly okay to her, and it seemed that the two of them down there, in her ass and pussy, were coordinating their thrusts for maximum pleasure. The hand at her clit was just enough but not too much. She was having some trouble with the guy's cocks in her hands, trying to work them independently, but having trouble doing so. Thankfully they helped her with thrusts, her pussy juices on their cocks from when they had fucked her earlier providing ample lubrication.
It was Jace who came first among the brothers, filling her mouth with her sixth load of cum for the afternoon. He must not have cum for a few days, thought Cathie, because his load seemed quite a bit more than average as she struggled to swallow it all, some spilling out the sides of her mouth.
Jace cumming set off the two in her hands, and as Jace pulled out of her mouth and moved out of the way, Julius and Jared moved closer, shooting their semen onto her chest and face in a live tribute. Jacob and Jasper, in her pussy and ass respectively, came next, filling up both holes with warm spunk, then pulling away.
This left Jeremy, whacking off with Cathie's hair, as the last to cum, squirting his second load of the afternoon, making a mess of her hair.
Jacob motioned for Cathie to stay there as Jasper moved the video camera closer for a real nice shot of her, cum leaking out of all three orifices, her face, tits and hair all sporting their own loads of maleness.
Finally, all of the guys moved in close to Cathie's face, all seven heads, including hers, smiling.
"Okay guys," said Jacob, "let's do it!"
And with that, all six guys dove towards Cathie's body, their tongues extended, and began licking her clean, sending her into a combined paroxysm of laughter and lust.
Gay unlocked the room and let herself and Trish in. She adjusted the temperature down to 60 degrees, adjusted the lighting, and then walked into a side room, telling Trish to join her.
"You'll need to stay in here until I call for you. Don't make any noise, ok? And when I leave, take off all of your clothes."
"Ummm, sure. What am I supposed to do?"
"You'll know when you come into the room. Just go with the flow and make this guy happy. You'll probably just have to lay back on the bed and get serviced by me. You don't want him to be your first."
"Why not?? Gay, I really want to get, well...fucked and get this virginity thing behind me!"
"When you come into the room, you look at him, and if you really want him to be your first, you let me know and we'll make it happen, ok?"
"Okay, deal," said Trish, looking forward to finally losing her cherry.
A knock on the door ended that conversation, Trish hiding out in the room while Gay went to answer the door.
"Congressman, please come in."
The career politician walked in and immediately began shedding clothes, first his shoes, then his suit jacket, his tie, shirt, pants, boxers, leaving only his socks on.
He turned to Gay, "Come here, woman."
Gay was used to his antics and wasn't surprised or put off. He was one of the most cocky individuals that she had ever met, totally confident that the size of his organ made him King of the World.
"Get your clothes off, slut! And be quick about it."
Trish overhead this and winced. Slut? What kind of an asshole is this guy? She had already removed her clothes.
A well-connected asshole, thought Gay, as she remembered Miss Ellie's lecture on his almost two years ago. Removing her clothes quickly, Gay remembered her words as if they were spoken yesterday.
"He's very influential in a number of committees important to Ambassador Horse. He's a complete asshole, his cock is far too large for him, and he'll take pleasure in giving you pain if he can, mental and physical, so lube up before taking him on."
Gay stood before the Congressman naked, the now cool air making her nipples stand out.
Sitting down on the bed, the Congressman barked "Get with it, bitch. I don't have all night."
Gay dropped to her knees and placed her mouth over the head of the man's cock, flicking her tongue at the underside. She felt him take hold of her head with both hands and knew what was coming, and prepared herself.
"Suck deeper," he said, pulling her face forward, forcing her to take seven, eight, and then nine inches of his hard cock into her mouth. Luckily, his cock wasn't very thick, and Gay knew how to deep throat, otherwise it wouldn't have been pretty. He held her there, loving the look of the blonde woman with her mouth and throat full of his cock.
Although she could and did breathe through her nose, Gay knew what he wanted. After about 20 seconds she started making some noises and tried to pull back off of the cock, but the Congressman held her there.
"Don't even think about biting me, you whore."
Gay started flailing her arms a bit, pulling back harder now, the noises louder. This drew the attention of Trish, who curiosity got the best of, peeking around the corner to see what was going on.
Okay, it's a blowjob, and wow, she took, wow, it looks like she took all of him in her mouth, damn. And he won't let her go, the bastard! I might have to go...
Finally, the Congressman released Gay, and she flew off of his cock, sputtering and breathing hard. It was all an act on her part, and she played the role very well. She was actually turned on by it, and by his abuse.
"You're terrible at giving head, I don't know why I always get stuck with you. My wife is a better fuck."
"I'm sorry, sir, please let me try again," said Gay, submissively, looking towards the floor.
"Good God no, I'd rather jerk off than put it in your mouth again. Now get your ugly ass up onto the bed so I can get this charity fuck over."
Gay moved quickly up onto the bed, assuming the doggy style position, the one the Congressman always insisted upon.
Without preamble, the older man moved behind her, placed the head of his cock at her pussy, grabbed hold of her hips, and slammed it in, going balls deep on the first thrust.
It wasn't truly pain, although it was a bit uncomfortable, his long cock smacking against her cervix, but it was part of the act.
"Oh god, please...please sir, not soooo deeeeeeeep," she cried as he pulled out and thrust balls deep again inside of her, and again, and again.
"Quiet, you useless cunt, you're ruining my concentration. We need something to keep your mouth busy."
And with that, Gay knew the Congressman was ready for his surprise. Every visit, usually about once a quarter, Gay would do something to make his visits memorable. Once she had a male doll, the expensive kind, and serviced it while the Congressman had his way with her. Another time she pretended to have her period, complete with a red liquid, and the Congressman relished having her do terrible things to herself with the tampon.
"Trish...come...out...here," said Gay between thrusts.
Trish walked out slowly, totally unsure of herself in this situation and moved to the side of the bed.
"Well, what do we have here, an Oriental slut? Well, at least you are young, not like this worn-out cumbucket. Get on the bed in front of her."
Trish was stunned at the Congressman's words, but complied as Gay motioned her over with her eyes.
"On your hands and knees, Miss Sake Slut," continued the Congressman, never stopping his thrusts into Gay's pussy.
Trish was about to spin around and tell the bastard that sake was a Japanese drink and that she was Chinese but Gay shushed her and helped her into position. Moving her face forward, Gay began raining kisses down on Trish's ass, then moved lower and inhaled Trish's scent. Her pussy smell was that of jasmine and rose and turned Gay on. She reached out with her tongue and began licking at the visible lips, then centering her tongue on the opening, where some wetness was forming.
The Congressman reached leaned forward now and reached under Gay, taking hold of her small, yet perky breasts, and finding her nipples quite hard. He squeezed each one, pinching the nipple hard, releasing it, then pinching hard again.
Gay grunted, her pussy creaming from the strong nipple play as she tried to concentrate on the sweet, virginal pussy in front of her. However, the Congressman had other ideas.
"Her...ass...lick...the slut's...ass," he uttered, still thrusting hard into Gay's very wet pussy.
Gay lifted her face a bit and moved her tongue between Trish's tight ass cheeks, finding her opening and licking, flicking her tongue back and forth.
Oh my god, she's...oh...she's...mmmm..., Trish moaned at the forbidden pleasure, feeling her pussy contract and moisten further.
The Congressman had seen enough. He pulled out of Gay and pushed her aside on the bed, flipping her out of the way. Then he moved forward and brought his cock up to Trish's pussy, lining it up for a one-shot, balls deep thrust.
Trish felt a moment of panic, but then lowered her head to the bed, ready to get deflowered and move on with her sexual life, even it was at the hands of this despicable man.
It was Gay who saved Trish's cherry, though. She reacted quickly, moving her face to the Congressman's ear, and whispering "Wait...she's an anal virgin...take her anal cherry..." while reaching down with one hand and repositioning the man's very wet cock from pussy to asshole.
Trish didn't hear what was said, but did sense movement...back...there...and wondered what was up. She couldn't see the evil grin on the Congressman's face, but she quickly felt some major pressure against her, and then as she realized what was going on, and where the pressure was at, it was too late.
With hands gripping her hips, and with Gay now moving and laying her body over Trish's back to keep her from trying to bolt, the Congressman slid his greasy cock inside of Trish's ass before she could mount any resistance
Trish's scream was muffled by the pillow. She tried unsuccessfully to move her legs back and fall on the bed, as the Congressman's body blocked her way. She tried unsuccessfully to lift her body up, but Gay's body was draped across hers, Gay's arms wrapped around her. She couldn't do anything but get ass-skewered by the long-cocked member of the House of Representatives.
It was Gay's pussy that saved Trish's ass. The lubrication that the Congressman's cock picked up from fucking Gay was enough to make the entry not as painful as it could have been.
He pushed forward, wanting to bury every last inch of his cock into this virgin ass. He got eight inches inside and couldn't go any deeper, the girl's slender frame and body not allowing any further penetration. Her ass tube felt like a python constricting around its prey, his cock squeezed by this liquidy vise. He banged forward a few quick times, trying to insert the last bit of his cock, but all he did was produce some "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" noises from Trish, whose body rocked forward with her thrust.
Gay reached under Trish and began rubbing her clit, trying to distract the girl from her first assfuck. At first Trish only squirmed, but as the Congressman began stroking, loosening her up a bit with his well-lubed cock, Trish began to feel some pleasure, both at her ass being filled up and stretched, and from Gay's talented fingers, teasing her clit and pinching one nipple.
It was simply too much for the Congressman, who, with a roar, exploded deep in Trish's ass, sending a large amount of semen deep within her. Trish herself didn't orgasm, but was riding towards it when the Congressman finally finished squirting in her ass and pulled out. He got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the shower.
Gay, sensing Trish's condition, rolled her over onto her back and began licking her sopping wet pussy, concentrating on her clit.
It took Trish less than a minute to cum, thrusting her pussy at Gay's mouth while gripping the bedspread with both hands. Her moans echoed off the walls, and she finally settled down as Gay gave her pussy furrow one final lick, liking both the taste of the girl and the look of her fur-lined treasure cove. She moved up and cradled the girl in her arms, knowing they had plenty of time before the Congressman would emerge.
"He's such a bastard," said Trish, quietly, several minutes later.
"Wait. You'll see," said Gay, smiling and then kissing Trish's forehead.
"I really wanted him to fuck me, not there...you know."
"I know, baby. But you needed to lose *that* virginity too. Your other...it should be a little more special. I have an idea."
Before Gay could expound upon it, the door opened to the bathroom. Both girls got up as the Congressman entered the room and began to get dressed. He said nothing, and neither did Gay, so Trish followed suit.
When he was totally dressed, the Congressman walked over to Gay.
"Amazing, utterly amazing, Gay. You are one special woman, the only woman for me. You know my offer still stands, darlin'?"
"Yes, Congressman. I know," smiled Gay sweetly, hugging him genuinely.
"And you...Trish. It was my honor. Rest assured, I'm not the wicked man you saw here today. Gay will fill you in," as he reached for her hand. Trish extended it, and the Congressman brought it up to his lips, and kissed it, formally. He then let go, winked, and walked out of the door, leaving Trish with her mouth open in wonder.
"It's all an act, dear," said Gay, starting to put her clothes on, and motioning for Trish to go do the same. "You'll find that there will be an extra bonus put into your account...a sizable bonus. It's all good, I promise."
Trish walked into the spare room, shaking her head, still wondering when she would rid herself of her annoying virginity.
"So babe," said the man laying next to Kimi, "how long have you been here?"
Kimi thought for a moment, then was semi-startled.
"Really? Today is...you...you remembered?"
"Yes I did, darlin'. Today is your 7th anniversary. Happy Anniversary!" With that, the Secretary of the Interior pulled a small sheet off of a bucket of ice, harboring a bottle of Dom Perignon, already decorked. He poured two glasses, and they clinked glasses and sipped the expensive champagne.
"Do you remember your first day here?" he asked.
Kimi snuggled against the man and mused...
"I'm sorry, sir, I went down the wrong hallway and got lost and then couldn't remember this room number and had to go ask Miss Ellie, and then she chastised me for being late, which made me more late, and..."
"Whoa there, girlie...slow down, you're getting me tuckered out just listen' to ya'," said the newly instated Secretary of the Interior. "Why don't you come over here and sit down and have a glass of this here champagne and we'll get to know each other a little better, hmm?"
"Yes...you were quite the gentleman with me," said Kimi, her hand lazily reaching down under the covers and meeting up with the Secretary's stiffening erection.
"Why thank you, ma'am, and you look as lovely today as you did that day."
Kimi began a slow stroke of his cock and again thought back to that day...
"So, um, what would you like to do?" asked Kimi, a little unsure of herself.
"Well, beautiful, I'd like for you to come sit right here," said the man, pointing to his crotch, "you see, I'm the Secretary of the Interior, and," he raised his eyebrows up and down in an exaggerated fashion, "I want to get acquainted with YOUR interior!"
Kimi laughed along with the man, and decided right then an there that she liked him.
"That feels nice, babe," said the Secretary, feeling the effects of Kimi's hand. She had given him a welcome blowjob just a short while ago, to take off the edge, and now he was starting to recover, in preparation for round two.
"What felt even nicer was the taste of your cum," said Kimi, licking her lips and remembering how when he was ready to cum she sat back and let him shoot into her open mouth, some of it landing on her face, and then she licked her lips and spread the cum around, lips glistening with it, then swallowing the rest of it. "Did you drink pineapple juice this morning on the way out here?"
The Secretary smiled broadly.
"I thought so!" Kimi ducked her head under the covers, taking the head of his growing cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip. The man was not well-endowed, sporting only five inches, but to Kimi, it was the nicest five inches that she'd ever met. She might have allowed herself to become emotionally attached to him, the ultimate no-no in her line of work, but because of his high profile job, and her status of having been here for so long that she'd become somewhat of an icon here, known by many of the highest level power brokers in the country, nothing could ever come of it. She felt love for him, but kept it locked away inside of her.
As she swallowed his cock, enveloping it in her mouth completely, a thought came to her, a way to make her special man happy.
She released his cock from her mouth and scooted further down on the bed, between his legs, and took his cock in her hand again, slowly jacking him off. Then she began licking his balls, using broad strokes of her tongue. The moan told her that she was doing good.
Kimi then opted to take it to the next level, releasing his cock for the moment and began pushing the Secretary's legs up towards the headboard. Her mouth and tongue left his balls and began the trek south, her tongue swirling along his perineum until she found her target.
Running her tongue lightly around his asshole, she resumed stroking his cock, and heard "Oh my god..." from above the covers. She had only tossed one other guy's salad before, a guy she thought she had loved years before working here, but just had the urge to do it for this man who she'd known now for seven years.
She pushed harder with her tongue, wiggling it back and forth, knowing that it wasn't just the sensation that had now made his cock rock hard, but the thought of the ultimate act of submission itself.
There was one other thing she could do, she thought, and with that thought she rose from between his legs, moving up to sit down on him. She reached down between her legs and touched her pussy, which was very wet. Looking into his eyes, she took some wetness and then raised up a bit, and slid her fingers back to her ass, coating her asshole with the natural lubrication.
His eyes were darting from her eyes to her fingers and then back again.
"Yes...I want you...I want you in my ass."
This was one act that in seven years they'd never done. He'd eat her pussy and fuck her, of course, and he loved her sloppy blowjobs, and they'd tried various positions, but not once had he asked to fuck her in the ass.
She reached under her and took his cock in her hand and then sat down on it, his cock penetrating her pussy fully. Then she rose up again, shifted her position slightly, and placed the head of his cock at her asshole.
"Look at me," she said, "look at my eyes as this happens."
His eyes locked onto hers, and she started to sink downward, the head of his greased cock slipping inside her ass. Her eyes glazed over, and her mouth formed an "O"...and he thought he might come just from her expression.
Kimi sank down, taking his five inches, her ass cheeks pressed up against his body. She knew she was tight, as her ass didn't get fucked often, most guys wanting a blowjob or, to fuck her...becoming charmed by her trademarked heart-shape trimmed pussy hair. So she knew that as she rose and clamped down using her ass muscles that she was literally milking his cock, relaxing her muscles on the cock's ride back inside, but squeezing as hard as she could on the exit, and then repeating the process again and again.
The Secretary watched this woman of his dreams, her body rising and falling, the feeling of her ass wrapped so tightly around his cock nearly taking his breath away. He so wanted to tell her that he loved her, that he wanted to take her away from this place and make her his wife, but knew in his heart that she couldn't love him, that it was all one-sided.
Kimi reached down with her hand and began rubbing her clit as she picked up the pace, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. She started making little noises, what the Secretary had dubbed "Kimi-squeeks", and both recognized as her getting ready to cum.
"Oh god, yes, mmmmmmm, yes....fuck me baby...cum in my ass," said Kimi, her speed incrementally increasing, her eyes shutting as she closed in on her orgasm.
The Secretary started shooting his cum into her ass, uttering "I love you..." as he did so.
Kimi's eyes flew open and her orgasm hit, her pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing, but her ass doing the same around the Secretary's organ buried within, the wetness from his cum lubing her insides and making the strokes happen that much quicker. Her brain was short-circuiting for its normal half-minute, but she thought she heard....
She had never seen the Senator quite so upset. It was times like these that she wished they were back in Washington, where she could find an excuse to go off to a sub-committee meeting or bring something to a lobbyist or anything to get out of the Senator's sight. But here there was no escape. They were in a holding room, close to the poker action.
"Four fuckin' kings? Who the fuck draws a fourth king on the River?" raged the Senator, pacing back and forth. He'd been at it for almost twenty minutes.
He continued his rant for several minutes, then finally noticed her watching him.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" he said, spittle flying out of his mouth.
Regina Alisa Gabriella Ellington, in a moment of defiance, mumbled something.
The Senator had gone back to pacing. Then he stopped abruptly and turned his focus completely on her.
"What did you say?" he said, his voice noticeably quieter, but menacing nonetheless.
"Yes you did you fucking cunt, what did you say?" he screamed.
That one word pushed her buttons.
"You asked what I was staring at and I fucking said 'Obviously a lousy poker player', you arrogant prick!" she screamed back at him.
He reached out and tore her blouse open, exposing her breasts, then grabbed hold of her hair as a pinprick of light fired inside of the Senator's brain, searing some neurons and other cranial matter. In relative terms, he felt nothing but RAGE at the moment! Twisting her hair and pulling down, he quickly forced her to the floor in front of him.
"You fucking slut! I'll show you a prick," as he unzipped his pants with his free hand, and pulled out his stiffening cock, "here...suck this, you bitch!" and proceeded to pull her face to it, rubbing it all over her cheeks, nose and mouth.
The young, ample-bosomed woman had reached her breaking point after dealing with months of abuse. She too felt nothing but pure, white-hot rage, and in a moment of clarity, opened her mouth and sucked the Senator's cock inside, feeling him shoving it to the back of her mouth.
Looking up into his eyes, she clamped down with her teeth. Hard.
The two had battled for twenty minutes now, exchanging small amounts of chips back and forth, neither one of them wanting to gamble too much. The Sheriff was the chip leader, but Doc was whittling away a little bit.
Neither of them knew that the other had cut a deal with the Ambassador. Neither of them had the initial $100,000 to get into the game, so they were staked by the Ambassador with a caveat; if either won, they would get to keep the wining, the $200,000, but, they would turn over rights to deflower the girl to him. But, they had to keep their mouths shut, and both of them had plenty of experience doing just that.
Miss Ellie, who was seated next to the Ambassador, looked on with growing interest. This poker tournament coincided with her weekly visit by the Sheriff. She looked forward to having him for dinner tonight, and she smiled at her little pun. She saw the Ambassador turn towards her, and she blushed, wondering if he was reading her thoughts.
"The sheriff...he's a good man." It wasn't really a question aimed at her, more of an observation. She replied anyway.
"Yes, he certainly is. A good man is hard to find."
"Indeed. And a hard man...." He let the rest of it trail off, smiling.
She blushed again.
"He'd make someone a nice husband, I think. Even more so when he wins."
Miss Ellie looked a little more sharply at her boss.
"I didn't do a thing, Ellen. But watch. The Sheriff is setting a trap, making himself seem unsure."
Miss Ellie returned her gaze to the game, and the large flatscreen above, where the cards were easily seen. Over the next few hands, Doc Tails became more aggressive, winning some hands and now the chips were almost even, Doc just a couple hundred behind, which was nothing when there were $800,000 worth of chips in play.
A new hand was dealt and Doc looked at his cards. An ace of clubs and a four of diamonds. He made his bet. The flop produced a two of hearts, four of hearts and an ace of hearts. That gave Doc two pairs on the flop. He looked up at Sheriff Don as he made a fairly large bet, half his stack. The Sheriff pondered for a few seconds, and then called. Doc was thrilled...he had the Sheriff on the run now, and could possibly put him down this hand. That would gain him not only two hundred grand, but score him a big favor with the boss.
The next card was an ace of spades. Doc almost pissed himself. He had a full house! Even if the Sheriff drew into a flush, which would normally be a great hand, he had him beat.
Sheriff Don looked over at his buddy and just shook his head.
Doc launched himself up in his wheelchair and flipped over his cards triumphantly, showing all present that he was King of the World with an Aces-up full boat.
Sheriff Don just looked at the flipped cards. He knew his friend wasn't gloating in a mean way, just in the competitive way that friends get with each other.
He sighed heavily, knowing that Doc's eyes were now on him, and said "Nice hand, Jack." Doc's smile widened for a second, and then narrowed a bit, trying to rustle up a modicum of sympathy for his buddy.
It was then that the air became very chilled for the physician. Sheriff Don's eyes twinkled, and his normally passive face broke into a cunning, knowing smile of his own.
He flipped over one card...it was the five of hearts.
Doc's smile disappeared. He had moved over to the crowd to get some congratulatory high fives, but was now moving rapidly toward the table again.
"No...no..no no no...."
Sheriff Don flipped over his second card. It seemed to turn in slow motion. Everyone's eyes were glued to the drama that was unfolding. Well, almost everyone. Ambassador Horse's eyes were on Jamie, eyeing her like a predator eyes its next potential meal.
Three of hearts.
There was a loud, almost inhuman scream, followed by cheers and yells and disruption as those viewing it realized that Sheriff Don had drawn into a straight flush, beating Doc Tails' full house! Doc was distraught and almost flipped out of his seating.
There were two people in the room who noted that the scream that was heard did not originate in the room. Both Sheriff Don and the Ambassador quickly made their way through the crowd and into the hallway.
"Down this way," said the Sheriff, his law enforcement senses taking over.
Both men moved to a door and they could hear moaning coming from within, not moans of pleasure, but of pain.
The Ambassador already his his master key out and opened the door, both men charging in. What they saw before them was startling.
Senator Fun lay crumpled on the floor, in a near fetal position, clutching his privates. Both men could see blood about them and on the floor.
Near him was his assistant, on the floor, her blouse torn open, crying, and blood about her mouth.
The Ambassador reacted first, moving over to touch her arm, feeling rage.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern in his eyes.
"Ye...yes...he tried...he put his..." babbled the young woman, clearly distraught.
"Don," said the Ambassador, looking at his long-time friend, get her out of here. Use Room 404 and have someone stay with her...Gay, get her to stay with her."
"Yes, sir," said the Sheriff, looking in disgust at the crumpled mess on the floor, and then turning his attention to the woman on the floor, helping her up and wrapping her in his windbreaker, then escorting her out the door and shutting it.
Ambassador Horse walked over to the huddled mass and put his foot on the man's throat and glared down at him.
"That's twice. I'll clean this up, but, if you ever fuck-up again here, I'll kill you myself." With that, he left the room.
Later that evening, Miss Ellie knocked on the Ambassador's private residence door.
The door opened and the Ambassador was pleased to see Miss Ellie and Jamie.
"Please, come in."
Both ladies entered and he motioned Jamie to a seat on the sofa. Miss Ellie stood by the door. When Jamie was seated, she whispered something to the Ambassador, who looked at Miss Ellie with surprise. A few more whispered exchanges took place, then the Ambassador said "Bring her here at 10." Miss Ellie nodded and then left.
"Mr. Ambassador, um, I wanted to apologize for my behavior the last time we met," said Jamie, speaking fast, obviously nervous.
"Jamie...may I call you Jamie?" he replied, and seeing her nod, continued, "You have nothing to apologize for. I found your behavior most...enjoyable." He saw her blush bright red.
"Tonight is a special night. Why don't you go enjoy a hot bath, hmm?" The Ambassador pointed to a door which Jamie got up and went through, only to be surprised at the size of the room. The oversized tub, a standalone clawfoot design, was pearl white and shined. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, added bubble bath to the mix, and then disrobed.
Looking into the mirror she was pleased with what she saw...nice, full breasts, toned and tanned body, nice legs...yes, she was nervous about tonight, but anxious too.
Ambassador Horse was watching her, using the remote to tune in on his large, flatscreen. He pressed another button on the remote, releasing some spray into the air supply, hoping to ease Jamie's tensions.
As he watched her, he noticed that she started to spend more time washing her breasts than normal...especially the nipples...and then between her legs. He nodded to himself, realizing the spray was taking hold quickly.
Before Jamie realized it, she was masturbating, using her fingers under the water, and in just a short minute or two, had a quick orgasm. She looked around, making sure no one was in there with her, and then finished cleaning and got out of the tub to dry off.
The Ambassador click the television off and went into the bedroom, got undressed and into bed, using another remote to put on some Sade, and adjust the lights to just a pink glow.
A few minutes later, Jamie walked in, naked.
The Ambassador let out a low whistle, causing a smile to appear on her face. With a gesture that said "Please, join me", Jamie joined him in bed, under the covers, moving close, the heated bed feeling very nice against her bare skin.
Words were unnecessary.
The two to-be lovers kissed and caressed, their bodies moving against one another. Fingers touched and teased, tongues licked lightly on tender areas and soon both were smoldering with passion.
The Ambassador was too deep into this prelude to the ultimate act of love that he didn't notice he'd had an incoming text from over an hour ago, didn't notice the contents of the text saying that the pheromonal spray would be offline for several hours due to a line break.
Jamie was now on her back, the Ambassador above her, kissing her breasts, her hands holding his head close. She could feel his hardness against her.
"Please," she spoke quietly, "please, take me now."
Ambassador Horse raised his head and looked into her eyes. He wanted to give her one last chance.
"Jamie...we can stop, right here, right now...you can save this, save your virginity for someone that you really love. I won't be mad, and everything else will be fine."
"Thank you, you sweet man," and she kissed him, and then pulled back, "but no, I want this...I want you...now. Please..." she seemed to be looking for the right words within her, "please...fuck me? Fuck me and make me a woman."
Spreading her legs, the Ambassador brought his sizable cock up to her entrance, feeling how wet she was, and knowing that would make it a bit easier, a bit less painful.
As he inserted the head, he felt her stretch just a bit, and saw the look of wonder, lust and fear all rush across her face one after the other.
"This is going to hurt, Jamie, but it will get better soon...I promise," and with that, he thrust forward, snapping her hymen, and sinking half of his thick cock inside of her.
Jamie involuntarily yelped and sunk her nails into his shoulders. He winced too from this, and thought it only right that he too should suffer a little pain from this girl's deflowering. Tempted to sink further into her warm depths, he waited, and waited.
A minute passed. "Okay," she said, tentatively, "it's okay now."
And with that, he did sink slowly inside of Jamie's no-longer-virgin pussy. He couldn't get all the way in, but when he reached bottom, the Ambassador said to her, "You are now a woman in all respects, Jamie."
She smiled, her cheeks flushed from pain and pleasure.
"Fuck me," she said, using muscles to squeeze at the Ambassador's thick muscle.
"You got it."
It started as a slow movement, an inch back, then back in, a couple of inches back, and then back in. The Ambassador was experienced at this.
"You...you're so...thick...it f-feels really good," said Jamie, timing her words with the thrusts.
Seeing that she was enjoying herself, he moved his head down to her neck and finding a pulse pressure point, he bit down lightly and began sucking, and increased the speed and depth of his thrusts.
"Oh my god!" was her reply, her body taking on a mind of its own as she felt another orgasm rapidly approaching.
When it hit, she cried out and this plus the tight grip her pussy had on his cock caused the Ambassador to hit his orgasm too, spewing cum inside of her pussy.
After all the shuddering and mutual thrusting and humping wound down, the Ambassador pulled out and lay back next to her, keeping her close.
Jamie reached down and touched herself, pulling her hand out from under the covers to look. She saw faint traces of red and realized it was her blood. Looking over at the Ambassador, she smiled.
"Man! I feel like a woman!"
They both chuckled, and then it turned into a laughfest, both of them hugging and kissing and laughing.
It was 10pm sharp when the knock came on the door.
"Come in," was the reply from within.
The door opened and in walked Trish, alone, Miss Ellie reaching and shutting the door, not entering with her.
The Ambassador motioned for her to come toward him, where he was seated on a sofa in a robe after showering. He did not ask her to sit.
"Do you know why you are here?" The voice was not friendly. It was his Ambassadorial voice.
She tried to speak, but nothing came out. She shook her head.
"I have one question. Are you a virgin?"
All her resolve melted in a fraction of a second. Strong emotions welled up and a tear rained down upon her cheek.
"Yes," she blubbered, covering her face with her hands and sobbing quietly.
Ten seconds passed.
"Please...sit." His voice was a little nicer, and, she sat opposite of him.
"Why are you here?"
"I...I need...needed a j-job..." she was cut off by him.
"I know who you are. I know of your connections. I know what you need. What I don't know is why are you here."
Trish sat there, staring blankly.
"I'm tired of being the rich Daddy's girl. I'm tired of people thinking of me as just another pretty face who lives off Daddy's money. I want something on my own. I'm tired of having shit held over me. I'm tired..." she noticed the Ambassador had held up his hand, so she stopped her tirade.
"Okay. I understand now."
They sat there in silence. He studying her. She...avoiding his eyes. He looked at his watch, pressed a small button on to seemingly synch his watch with his clock, and then spoke.
"Are you sure you want to work here? You've had a little taste of things so far?" It was a statement and a question.
Trish thought of earlier, and shifted in her seat, her butt still a little sore.
"Yes, I would like to work here. I'll try really hard..." Trish found her mind wandering a bit, "really hard to...hard to..." she found herself looking at the Ambassador's crotch and asking herself "Is that his...wow...seems like it is big!"
"Is there something you want?"
The Ambassador was happy with the new watch, which wirelessly connected to the pheromonal spray system. He had sent out a quick burst of high-concentration spray in the room.
Trish licked her lips.
"Do you want to suck my cock?"
She looked at the Ambassador and simply nodded.
"Then do it."
Trish dropped to her knees and crawled across the floor, stopping in front of the Ambassador and reaching up to open his robe.
Quickly she fished his cock out and gasped at the growing size.
He stood up abruptly and picked her up, then deftly began removing her clothes. When naked, he shrugged off of his robe and was naked too. He then took hold of her hips, and in an impressive show of strength, lifted her in the air and then spun her around, so that her head was facing the ground. She started to panic but then figured out what he was doing, as he slowly lowered her until his thick, hard cock was in front of her face. When she felt his face move between her legs and start licking at her pussy, she realized that he had put her into a standing 69 position.
Taking hold of his thighs, she pulled herself close and opened her mouth, sucking him inside. His cock was large, and she found it initially difficult to suck, but soon there was plenty of saliva which made it easier.
For his part, the Ambassador was enjoying his meal, putting his tongue initially in-between her narrow pussy lips and tasting her, then moving his tongue out and to her clit. He loved the small amount of hair around her pussy and held her in place with one arm. He's wasn't concerned about making this a long, drawn out session, so with his free hand he reached up and brought it down upon her ass, spanking her. He sensed her shock and did it again, and then again, and then rained spanks down quickly, making her ass cheeks pink with blood flow, all the while sucking gently at her clit, moving his tongue to and fro across it.
She tried sucking but the spanking was causing her body to move around, so she settled for grasping it and stroking and moaning.
The Ambassador walked her over to a wall and pressed her against it. She took this opportunity to try sucking again, and was successful. Then she felt one of the Ambassador's fingers sneak between her ass cheeks, and she was going to pull his cock out of her mouth and tell him that she was still a bit sore there...too late! His thick finger pushed inside her still sore asshole, sinking in as far is it could go. At the same time, he shifted his hips forward, pushing her head against the wall so it couldn't move, and thus sinking several more inches of cock into her mouth. Too many inches.
Trish started to gag a bit at the thick intrusion.
"Breath through your nose...do it..." was the gruff explanation.
Trish, fighting for air, tried breathing through her nose and found that it worked! She could breathe, and suck...the pheromonal spray overloading her brain and sending her sex drive skyrocketing.
The Ambassador sucked harder now at her clit and increased the speed of his finger in Trish's ass, all the while flexing his hips back and forth to fuck the young girl's mouth.
Then...without warning...he stopped...he pulled out of her mouth, pulled his finger out of her ass...and spun her around. Now her face was looking at his. She could see her own secretions on his lips and chin. She struggled to lean forward and lick them off of his face. One hand stopped her, holding her head.
"Tonight...right now...you become a woman," he said, positioning his saliva-coated cock against her equally wet pussy.
He was not quite as tender as he was with Jamie. She was going to be a working girl, and he needed to make sure that she could take it.
With a single thrust, the Ambassador tore through her cherry, sending his long, thick horsecock deep insider. He heard her cry out but didn't stop...pushing, pulling her legs up, so that in this position, his cock pressed right up against her cervix.
Trish felt like she had been split in two...her pussy ached right now far more than her ass. She knew she didn't have a hymen, that it tore years ago when she was playing sports, and although she'd put her own finger inside of herself, she'd never experienced anything this large, both in thickness and in length.
She whimpered and put her head on his shoulder, feeling him thrusting deep within her, realizing that she was now a woman. A few thrusts later she heard the Ambassador cum, and felt him shoot off inside of her. She didn't have an orgasm, but felt grateful, in a way, to this man who changed her forever from a girl, to a woman.
As the sun rose, Miss Ellie awoke and opened her eyes, looking over and seeing the sleeping form of Sheriff Don. She thought back to the night they had spent together, how he had not at first told her what was going on, but, with the proper amount of enticement...he caved and spilled the story to her. She smiled and thought that it was amazing what men would do or say when their balls were in a woman's mouth.
She looked at him and wondered about a more permanent arrangement. He had hinted at it in the past, but she always gently rebuffed him.
As she snuggled up against him under the covers, she thought to herself, maybe I won't rebuff him next time he asks.
The Secretary awoke early too, and saw an angel laying next to him in bed. Kimi and him had spent many hours talking last night after both had professed their love for each other. She was worried about his career. He was worried about their age differences, and not being able to keep up with her sexually. In the end, they spent the night in each other's arms, making love, and making plans.
The Ambassador slept late, exhausted from deflowering two women the night before. When he awoke, he smelled coffee and sat up, wondering what the hell was...and then he saw her.
Trish was seated in a chair in the corner of his bedroom. She was dressed. She was smiling. And next to her were two cups of steaming coffee.
"I hope you don't mind. I made a cup for both of us." She brought it over to the bed.
She went back over and sat down.
"May I ask a favor?"
The Ambassador hoped that it wasn't going to be be an encore of last night, because his cock was still sore. He nodded.
"I'd like to go back to California and finish my schooling. I only have one semester left. When I'm finished, I'd like to come back here, if that's okay with you. I'm a chemistry major, and while that might not..." she was cut off.
"Yes, that's my major and a minor in business. I know that has nothing to do with what goes on here, but..." she saw that the Ambassador wanted to speak, so she stopped talking.
"Actually," looking down at his watch, "you'd be surprised at how much Chemistry could be useful here."
"Really. Go back, finish your schooling, and then when you have graduated, we'll hire you. Miss Ellie will be in touch with all the details."
There was something now that Trish wanted to say.
"Go ahead," encouraged the Ambassador.
"Well...when I come back...regardless of what job you give me, can I...will I be able to see you...again?"
He saw the color go to her cheeks.
"Yes, darlin'. If that is what you want."
She came over to the bed, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then pulled away, smiled, and left the residence.
Ambassador Horse took a sip of his coffee and then broke into a rousing, but lousy, rendition of "Oh What a Beautiful Morning".
The End - Except for the Cast
Senator W. S. Fun = WantSomeFun...a buddy who took a beating in this story! Sorry my friend, hopefully next one will be better for you!
Sheriff Don = DonB9033...thanks as always for your services.
Poker Dealer Jayne = JayneyRedd, a classy dame from across the pond!
Dr. Jack A. Tales = JackassTales, hope you had a good time, Jack!
Jamie = Jamie90, one of our sweet moderators, bless you, darlin' for all that you do, and did...mmmmmmmm
Miss Ellie = Ejls, another sweet moderator, what in the world would I do without you, hmmm?
Kimi = Kimiko, "as if" Kimi needs an introduction, hope you like some of the inside jokes, dear!
Cathie = Smccaaphd, our third sweet moderator, I certainly hope you enjoyed the romp, and that everything else in life is GREAT for you!
Gay = Sahara907, my friend who provides lots of visual motivation for me!
Trish = Versed, my newest friend, special in all ways...thank you for being who you are to me.
Regina Alisa Gabriella Ellington (R.A.G.E) = RageAgainstTheMachine...y’all either got the joke, or didn't. :)
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