The tall, long-legged girl was confused, but she did what she was told and
finished removing her bra and panties. Her high, firm tits stood out in front
and her nipples grew hard and ready She stood a little higher on one leg so that
her magnificent, firm-cheeked ass tilted a little to one side, and from the
back, the brush of her cunthair was clearly visible through the space where her
legs met her ass. She was clearly having an effect on her interviewer for
already his prick grew large within his pants. She looked at it and smiled,
knowing that it was a good sign that the job was hers. "Very nice," the
interviewer said, walking around her. "The Senator has very high standards but I
know he'll like what I see." "Then I get the job?" Candice Staunton asked,
standing on tiptoe. Her slight giggling sent ripples ran through her fine boobs.
"Let me say, young lady, that you've passed part one of the preliminary
interview with flying colours!" said the interviewer, not taking his eyes for a
moment off her beautiful body. "What's part two?" Candice asked, pursing her
lips pertly. This interview was getting stranger by the minute. She had come in
to apply for a job as a secretary to the famous Senator, but now she was not
sure her friend had explained all of the duties that she was expected to fulfil.
"Rather than explain," said the interviewer, "let me show you." With that he
began to unbuckle his pants. Candice grew curious at this but waited to see what
would happen. She did not have long to wait. In a second the interviewer had his
pants on the floor and was walking over to the expensive, well-padded leather
couch in the corner of the room. Candice took stock of him as he sat down. He
was a tall, well-built young man of about twenty- eight. More than just well
built, actually, she thought, as her eyes lowered from the sight of his
well-muscled biceps bulging under the short- sleeved shirt to a cock that seemed
to her to be the largest she had ever seen. More than just the length, for the
cock had risen to astronomical heights as the interviewer eyed the young lady,
but the width of the cock was astounding! Candice had long, thin fingers to
match her shapely bronze legs, but it would have been a struggle for them to
meet around the head of the huge, blood-gorged cock of the interviewer. That was
what was strange, she realized. Up until that moment the interviewer was
business-like, almost cold, in asking her his questions. Now his huge, beautiful
cock was telling otherwise. She felt her pussy begin to drip. She realized what
was coming. Suddenly everything in her went limp. Now it all made sense--her
friends' allusions to "extra duties" in the service of the senator, the lateness
of the hour of the interview, that they were all alone in the building... "Come
here!" The interviewer's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. Obediently
the naked girl walked slowly over to the couch, feeling her cunt juice slowly
seep from the crevice of her beautiful blonde cunt, her eyes firmly fixed on the
towering cock of the interviewer. It was as if she were in a trance. She 'knew
what she wanted to wanted to take that big cock in her mouth, to feel the head
against her lips, to feel the power of it forcing its way down her throat. She
loved to feel a man's cock in her mouth and throat, and although she had primed
herself to be prim and proper for the interview, it all slipped away and she
felt nothing but lust. The interviewer sat straight on the couch. Although this
was his job, to "try out" girls for Senator Hughes, he knew from the sight of
the bronze, naked, beautiful girl that was approaching him that this time it was
going to much more than just work. This time he was going to enjoy it. He
watched Candice approach, her huge breasts rising and falling rhythmically with
her ardent breaths that were Coming faster and faster. He watched the large,
brown nipples perk brown and inviting on the beautiful boobs. Glancing up into
her face, his eyes swept from her beautiful green, catlike eyes to her full
sensuous lips, and as if on command, her pearly pink tongue slipped from between
her teeth and moistened her lips until they glistened in the dim light of the
office. Then he dropped his eyes past her wide hips to the triangle patch of
blonde cunny hair that framed her cunt. He felt his prick grow even larger and
throb almost painfully. No, this was not going to be work at all. He wanted to
jump up and grab her and throw her on the couch, plunging his huge member up her
cunt all the way to her throat. Though fuming with desire for her he knew he
could not. It was not the Senator's way. No, the girl had to prove herself. She
had to show that she did not need prodding or orders. In the high-pressure world
of national politics no one had any time to waste to be romantic. Candice
reached the couch, felt the cool leather against her knees, and let herself
slowly slide down against its edge until she was kneeling on the rug in front of
the interviewer. She reached out one hand and circled the base of his cock.
Though her fingers were long she could not circle! it. Leaning forward, she
swung her body left and right over his cock so that her breasts brushed against
it. Her nipples felt as if they were going to shoot off her tits. She looked up
into the face of the interviewer, but there was no sign of any emotion in his
eyes. The interviewer had won many a poker game just on the strength of those
deep, probing, fathomless eyes. No, she had to do it on her own. She breathed
heavily, still swinging her breasts on his cock. She began to move the hand on
his cockbase very slowly up and down, squeezing his swollen prick ever so
softly, and with her other hand reached between his legs where she found the
bulging bag of his balls. She began to massage them, and the interviewer moved
ever so slightly to allow her clear access. Suddenly she realized that this
beautiful cock was hers. The thought came to her and filled her brain. She began
to massage his balls harder now and all the thoughts of the job drifted away.
Rearing back and straightening up, she pulled his cock toward her and lowered
her head upon it, circling the tip with her luscious lips. She sucked on it long
and hard, and her mouth was suddenly filled with cock, with delicious beautiful
cock. He put his hands on both sides of her head and pulled her full force on
the length of his member, its huge head pushing at the walls of her throat.
After a few more sucks she raised her head slightly and began to tease him with
little flicks of her tongue on the tip and base of his cock, finding a fold of
skin on the underside and nibbling it. Her hand could feel the heat rise from
his asshole and balls but his face still was blank. She sucked harder on him,
raising and lowering her head, forcing the cock into her throat as far as it
would go. It seemed as if the massive prickhead would tear the walls of her
throat apart. But as if possessed by a devil, she continued. Her saliva dripped
from the sides of her mouth, lubricating the entry of the prick, sliding it in
and out of her mouth deftly and effortlessly. Some of the saliva dripped down
the length and stood like pearls on the interviewer's pubic hair. The
interviewer found it almost impossible to keep his cool with this beautiful doll
sucking his cock. He tried to imagine it, her mouth passing rapidly from tip to
base. He could feel his prick pushing against the walls of her throat and her
gag reflexes tightening, causing delicious pleasure. He could hear her slurping
and feel her saliva running out of the corners of her mouth and down his cock.
He looked down at her hair, golden blonde and smooth, framing his crotch like
strands of golden wheat. He could feel his balls begin to bulge in their sac and
he wondered if he could hold out. Candice was a fantastic cocksucker and she was
giving him the full treatment. She wanted him to break, to come all over her
face. No man had ever resisted the allure of her lips and her cunt, and she was
not about to break her perfect record now. She sucked him even more furiously,
fighting her lips as the passed the fold of his cockhead, forcing her tongue to
whip around the sides like a dervish as her mouth moved up and down. Her free
hand massaged his balls, feeling them grow larger and fill with come. She
couldn't wait for his hot jism to drip down her throat. She couldn't wait for
his breaths to come faster. Suddenly, the interviewer could play the charade no
longer. Bending over, he circled her head with his strong, well-muscled arms and
forced her head down on his tool, forcing it, driving it deep into her throat.
There was only about two inches of the cock left outside of her throat and he
jammed her bead down all the way, bearing her utter a little moan. "Suck me off,
you bitch!" he uttered in a frantic whisper. The sound of his voice turned
Candice on even more and she sucked his cock even faster. She opened her mouth
all the way and leaned forward ward, aligning her body so that the cock could
slide easily~ into her throat. The interviewer was almost in a frenzy from the
sensation of Candice's hot, slippery lips and tongue on his member. He could
feel her hair swish against his thighs. She reached forward and cupped his ass
in both of her hands. Then with one last fantastic effort she pulled him forward
and pushed her head down, taking all of the massive cock in her mouth and
sliding it down her throat. The interviewer felt everything in him about to
burst. His balls felt as though they were going to go off like firecrackers and
his cock too would blow up. The pleasure of this girl's mouth was unendurable
and suddenly he felt flushed and heady, the blood flooding his brain, making him
feel as though he was falling or rising or... With the last pull of the girl,he
felt his come rising from his balls and following her lips up the length of his
cock, filling the head like a balloon. With a mighty effort he managed to hold
it for one more stroke, and then he threw his head back and shot his wad over
and over again as the girl in a frenzy continued to move her head up and down.
He could hear her swallowing furiously, trying desperately to eat every last
bit, but he seemed to fill her mouth and still came until it dribbled down the
side of her mouth. Candice felt warm inside. Knowing that she had just given a
man the ultimate pleasure always filled her with a feeling of great
accomplishment and power. And knowing that this man that she had just sucked
off, knowing that the come in her mouth was from a powerful man, an important
man, only added to the mystique. "Was that good, baby?" she purred seductively.
The interviewer could not answer right away. His breaths were almost sobs, and
he felt as though he was drunk. But he had been trained to keep his composure
even in the most pressured situations and quickly found his head. "That was
quite satisfactory, Miss Staunton, but, er, do not think that the interview is
concluded." Candice looked up at him and smiled. She lowered her head and began
systematically to clean the come off of his half-limp prick. Holding the tip
with one hand she twirled it slightly, as she licked it, loving every minute of
the taste! of the interviewer's come. She really loved the taste. The
interviewer felt her tongue lapping up his jism, and her soft tongue and warm
saliva bathing his prick, and although he had just shot his wad a few moments
before he felt his desire reawaken. "You have a beautiful cock," Candice purred.
"You could take this cock and fill all of my holes at once and there still be
plenty left over." "That's just what I intend to do," said the interviewer
matter-of-fact. Candice felt the juices running in her cunt again. Having this
beautiful cock in her mouth had excited her tremendously but she herself had not
come. She had had the urge to finger herself while she was sucking him off, but
she had not and now felt glad, realizing the meaning of the interviewer's words.
The interviewer reached down and pinched one of Candice's nipples hard enough to
hurt slightly but also to feel good. She looked at him. His eyes were now
blazing with desire and he reached down and grabbed both of her large breasts in
his hands. They were firm and solid and molded into his hands like a cup.
Candice moaned very softly. She had always had very sensitive breasts and this
man grabbing them and rubbing them was turning her on indeed. He kneaded them
against her chest in large circles, then suddenly grabbed her by her sides and
pulled her to him, crushing her mouth in a deep kiss. Her mouth opened and his
tongue found hers and probed deeply into her throat. He could still taste his
come in her mouth. Their probing tongues met and locked and Candice was on the
couch in a minute, one leg thrown over the interviewer's hip so that her pussy
lips brushed teasingly over his rock-bard cock. Reaching out, the interviewer
grabbed one of Candice's nipples and rolled it between his fingertips until it
was taut and firm. Candice moaned, a deep-throated, guttural, half-animal cry
that burned the interviewer's brain until he too forgot his job, forgot his
duties, forgot everything except the writhing Candice and her delicious boobs
and her warm wet hole She grabbed his prick and pointed it toward her dripping
pussy. "Put it in there!" she breathed in his ear, "Fill me up with your cock."
But the interviewer had other ideas. With his tongue still deeply embedded in
Candice's delicious mouth he deftly flipped her on her stomach. Candice's ass
rode high on her, and now, on her stomach, the two soft mounds of her buttocks
rose invitingly. The interviewer lustfully grabbed her asscheeks and spread them
apart. Between them, framed by the last bit of blond cunthair, her bumhole
puckered red and flaming. Steam seemed to rise from the place between her legs.
Seeing this, his desire rose to fever pitch. He was on her in a minute,
positioning his huge organ toward the tiny hole. "Oh, please be gentle!" pleaded
Candice! "Your cock is so big. It'll hurt so much if you put in there." The
interviewer, however, had no idea to be gentle. This woman had broken down his
cold, stony defences. He was a good aide to Senator Hughes, never breaking down
or becoming nervous, even in the most dangerous situations. In fact, it was his
cool that the Senator admired most in him, considered the most valuable. And
now, in the space of a few short minutes, this woman had done what raging
diplomats and threatening gangsters had failed to do. She had broken him down
into a mass of irrationality and lust, a man bent only on his own pleasure. He
felt the call of the rut deep within him, felt it as he had never felt it
before. Now, with his monstrous cockhead only inches from the asshole of the
lovely girl, he felt no mercy The interviewer succeeded in getting the head of
his prick into Candice and she let out a cry of pain. "Take it easy, Lover," she
begged. "You're so big. Don't you want to put it in my other hole. I'm too tight
in there. I'LL hurt you." It's not me who's going to hurt, thought the
interviewer. He thrust forward and rammed another two inches of his massive
organ up into her Candice was forced to spread her legs all the wider to
accommodate the interviewer's prick and each time she did he fucked her all the
faster, ramming more and more of his cock into her. He could feel the walls of
her rectum shake and convulse with each thrust, and with each stroke the girl
uttered a high-pitched shriek. Her cunt juices dripped from her down over his
cock, lubricating it. He whaled into her in huge, short strokes, a crazed
expression on his face. Then suddenly, as if everything in the world had changed
at once, Candice managed to relax her muscles and her ass became a cunt for him,
her hole gripping him, milking him, the pleasure-pain of a moment before
replaced with only pleasure. Candice had changed her tune too, for she had
relaxed at the instant that she had come to love the huge organ in her behind.
Her cries were changed to encouraging whispers, "Oh yes, yes, do it to me like
that. Oh, yes Lover, it feels so funny but it feels so good. Oh, yes, don't
stop, more Lover shove more in me!" If there had been an ounce of resistance
possible in the interviewer before, now there was none. Hearing Candice's
whispering encouragements he reared back for a second and then rammed the entire
length of his gigantic cock deep within the stretched bumbhole, impaling Candice
completely, as on a skewer. As the last inches of his cock were inside her he
felt his come rise and pour out of him. He shot a tremendous load, pumping
furiously, draining himself with repeated strokes within Candice s brimming ass.
It seemed as though there could never be enough room in Candice for his huge
organ and his fantastic wad, and come dripped profusely from her asshole,
covering his dick and settling on the fine leather couch. Then, with the last of
his milking strokes, Candice whimpered, stiffened and relaxed, the two of them
still together in the cornhole position, both straightening and panting, each
wanting to stretch and roll over the floor, but each not wanting to break the
embrace of their heavenly holes. He took himself from her and rose from the
couch, reeling drunkenly. He walked over to the large oak desk and poured
himself a glass of ice water from the glass pitcher on top and poured it down
his throat, feeling the ice-cold water revive him and clear his head slightly.
Pouring another glass for himself and one for Candice, he started again toward
the couch where the naked beauty still lay on her stomach, moaning slightly. She
looked beautiful as she lay there, covered with sweat and come, her hair tousled
and wet, clinging to her forehead and back. Her long legs were behind her and
held close together, as if she was trying to hold each drop of his come deep
within her. Her arms were crossed in front of her face and her face was buried
deep in her pillowed arms. He reached the couch and putting his water down,
dipped his fingers into her glass and stroked the cool, refreshing water on the
back of her neck. She seemed to revive slightly with this action and turned her
head to him, her luminous green eyes misted, the pupils large and dark. They did
not say a word to each other, and he put one hand on her face and cupped the
curve of her jaw, feeling its firm shapeliness, and then bent down and kissed
her long and hard. He handed her the glass of water and she raised it to her
wet, parted lips and drank deeply, her breasts heaving with the rhythm of her
panting. Her eyes peeked over the top of her glass, and again he found himself
looking deeply into her eyes and something moving him and turning him on, and
once again his crotch began to quiver and rise. This chick is incredible,
thought the interviewer, she's much too good for the Sen... And then as if
stopping himself from having the mutinous thought, he looked away from her and
stared at the rug. Candice sensed this and raised herself up on one elbow. "Now,
Baby," she purred. Don't be shy now. You've only just sampled the appetizers.
When are you going to get hungry for the main course?" With that she turned over
on her back and spread her legs wide apart so that her still-wet pink cunt was
in full view. The interviewer looked quickly up into her face and saw the lust
in her crooked smile. He felt his cock reawaken and rise defiantly of his
thoughts, and though he knew the dangers of forsaking his position as the
Senator's subordinate, he once again only knew himself as a man. He looked down
at her feet, dainty and shapely for a woman her size, and swept his eyes up the
length of her body, stopping at each place and reminding himself, "That is
mine." And each time he stopped he felt his cock rise another inch toward the
ceiling and he knew that he had to relieve his lust, that he had to stick his
tool deep inside that cunt, and that no Senator or even army would stop him.
Candice knew this. She knew her power over men. "Come here, Lover," she purred.
The interviewer climbed on the couch in front of Candice. Before him, opening
like a flower, were the puffed pink lips of her dripping pussy. He knelt over
her, savoring the sweet salt smell of her and began to kiss and lick her belly
just above the line of her cunthair. Candice shifted her long legs onto his back
and thrust her cunt upwards into his face. The interviewer looked for one short
instant and then plunged in, licking and sucking the juices that ran freely into
his mouth and down over his chin, mixing with the come still on the couch. He
rolled his head back and forth into her, feeling the folds of her cunt. Candice
was in uncontrollable ecstasy, she moaned and undulated, moving her legs back
and forth behind the interviewer so that one side of her pussy and then the
other rubbed against his chin. She put her fingers into her cunt so that he was
eating them too, and then dripping with jism and saliva, she thrust them in his
ears. He plunged into her like a madman, eating her, sucking her juices, and
then suddenly got up and towered over her. Candice could see that his tremendous
prick stood at full readiness, and before she could do anything he plunged the
blood-gorged member into her. Candice's legs stood straight out to the side and
then over her head. She moaned "Oh, Baby, that's beautiful, that's it, yes!" The
interviewer worked his cock into her and then rammed it in full force. Candice
screamed with pleasure, clawing his back and searching out his mouth with hot,
hungry kisses. He moved in and out of her with a frantic motion, pulling out
until his cockhead was wrapped by her pussy lips, and then plunging into her
again. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and moved her hips in a circle,
the feeling of her cunt milking him an unbelievable sensation. The muscles in
Candice's pussy began to quiver and then tighten and the interviewer knew she
was about to come. Priming her with a few short strokes, he rammed his prick in
full length and Candice screamed and went limp in his arms. Again and again he
used the same motion, a few short strokes and then full thrust and each time
Candice came until he felt her come dripping on his legs and down her thighs.
Then, suddenly, he felt the most unbelievable sensation. It was as if someone
were taking his prick and massaging it, starting at the base and working toward
the tip. He moaned and looked down, expecting to see his cock out of Candice's
pussy and her fingers around it. It was, however, still firmly lodged in her
cunt. The feeling was unbelievable, unlike anything that he had ever before
known. Time and time again he felt the fingers running up and down the length of
his shaft and he felt his balls quicken with come. It was Candice. She had
learned of a special technique for control of her pussy muscles anal she was
giving the interviewer the full treatment. Each time she tightened and rippled
her cunt she could hear him moan with delight and she knew that she was giving
him the fuck of his life. There was an added bonus for her too, for each time
she did it, she massaged her own clit so that she came again and again herself.
The interviewer was almost screaming now. Candice loved to hear men scream with
the pleasure of her cunt. Men were always so cocksure with women. While the
women screamed and whimpered, the men were always so quiet. Not so with Candice.
She could get a man into a frenzy in a million ways. The interviewer felt the
rise of his come work its way up the shaft of his cock until it seemed to bulge
to the breaking point, loaded with come. Then Candice tightened one last time at
the base of his prick and moved quickly up until the gates opened and he flooded
her with a stream of come, just as she herself came too in a scurry of gasps and
moans. They just lay there too exhausted to move. The sweat dripped from their
bodies onto the couch and their breathing was loud and seemed almost painful.
The interviewer could hardly see, much less get up. There were red, hazy spots
before his eyes and his head pounded from an excess of blood. He tried to raise
himself on his arms but he really wasn't sure whether they would be able to
support him. He had completely forgotten who he was, or where he was, and was
about to drift into sleep when a voice filled the room.
CANDY AND THE SENATOR PART 2
Senator Hughes rose as Candice came in. "Please come in, Miss Staunton,"
he said, indicating a chair in front of the. desk. "You passed the first part of
your examination. Now we shall see how you do on the second part." He got up and
walked around the desk. Candice quickly sat down in the chair. She looked long
and hard at the Senator. She had often seen him on television, but now in the
flesh she found that she was extremely attracted to him. "Now, Miss Staunton,"
continued Senator Hughes, "you are in a world right now that few are ever
privileged to see. You will be mingling socially with the most powerful men of
our time. If you are good the rewards will be great. If you are not you will be
quickly discarded. Do you understand?" Candice nodded weakly. "Good," said the
Senator. "Now let me help you off with your clothes." In a moment she was naked
again and her magnificent body was having the desired effect on the Senator. He
undressed carefully and when he too was naked she noted that the Senator had a
fine, youthful physique, tan from the sun, with well-developed muscles from
swimming daily. He walked around the room, closing windows, but all the time he
had a magnificent hard-on. These are strange men, thought Candice, who won't
even allow themselves to feel like men unless they just can't control themselves
any more. Candice also noted that the Senator always walked calmly and perfectly
erect, just like you saw him on television. She wondered how long it would be
until she could reduce him to a moaning mass of flesh just like she had Richard.
"One of your most important tasks will be the gathering of top-secret classified
information," came the Senator's voice, breaking Candice's reverie. "To test
your talent in this I want you to take dictation while I try to, er, distract
you." He handed her a stenographer's pad and a pencil, then turned to his desk
and switched on the tape recorder. The recording of the Senator's voice filled
the room. He was making a speech about the need for a National Health Plan.
Candice knew short-hand and began to take down the speech word for word. She
concentrated on the Senator's voice, when suddenly she felt the Senator's
fingers probing the lips of her cunt. She straightened and tried to block it out
of her mind, trying to keep concentrating on the job that she had to do. The
Senator, meanwhile, almost chuckled out loud. He had done this a hundred times
before to a thousand willing beauties, and only a few of them had passed the
test. Mostly his finger had excited them and in a few seconds they had thrown
away the pad and begged him to fuck them. In these situations the Senator had
gotten well laid, but had not gotten a new filly for his stable. Either way, he
thought, glancing up at Candice's full breasts and flowing blonde mane. Either
way, I'm going to enjoy it. He moved his finger into her deftly and
deliberately. He let his fingers stroke up and down the swollen labia of her
pussy and felt it grow wet and hot with his strokes. On each up and down stroke
he allowed his fingers to brush past the budding, growing clit, and each time he
did, Candice gyrated her hips a little in answer to his strokes. He heard a
small moan come from her, and wondered how she was doing with her dictation.
Glancing up he could see that she had filled one page and was rapidly filling
another. "Well," he said aloud. This chick's all right, he thought. Maybe we'll
try something a little more difficult. He got down on his knees in front of her.
Candice kept writing. With both hands he pushed her knees apart and plunged his
face into the dripping, salty sweet pussy. He pushed the lips apart with his
fingers and studied the insides. The clit was growing now, a miniature prick,
rising out of the folds of the pink slit. The Senator bent down and placed his
mouth among the mounting juices and the swelling clit. Taking the clit into his
mouth, he sucked on it gently, moving his head back and forth, letting his lips
brush the roughened walls at the base of the cuntlips. The pussy juice flowed
freely down his chin. He tasted and smelled the unmistakable cunt flavor, half
flower garden and half the sea at low tide. Candice, meanwhile, was beginning to
lose her composure. Each time the Senators head brushed past her clit she wanted
to grab hold of his head and push it against her twat, to force his tongue
deeper and deeper inside her. The sounds of the tape recording were beginning to
blur and fade with the Senator's ministrations, and it was becoming harder and
harder to concentrate. She knew that those lips that were now caressing her
cuntlips and slit were the same lips that had addressed the hallowed halls of
Congress, the same lips that had spoken with the president. The knowledge of
this and the sensations of the Senator's skillful pussy-sucking were driving her
wild and both of them knew it. Candice had to hold out, her whole future rode in
the balance, and yet she wondered how much longer she could. Her nipples grew
hard and erect and her breasts screamed to be sucked. She wanted to feel the
Senator's hot prick up her snatch, to feel the pressure tearing the walls of her
cunt apart. But still she held The Senator was not immune either. As the cunt
juices flowed over him, his cock grew hard and ready. The cunt he was sacking
was long past the point it would willingly take his cock whole, width to shaft,
and in his mind he too could feel those cuntwalls milking him dry. The blood
rose in his cock until it was the most magnificent hard-on that he had ever had.
He could feel it bulge and lengthen until it seemed to be not a part of him, but
rather something outside of his body with a mind of its own. The scent of the
dripping pussy was driving him insane. And each time he looked up into Candice's
beautiful face, half whore and half angel, he felt the urge to scream, "Stop
this awful charade! A good fucking is what we both want!" But still he kept on
sucking her. A tremendous moan rose in Candice's throat, and she could not hold
it back. "Fuck me!" she screamed- "Stop sucking and give me what I want!" It was
as if she had read the Senator's mind and screamed exactly what he too was
thinking. No wonder Richard was so taken with her, thought the Senator. Both of
Candice's hands were occupied, one on the pencil and the other holding the
stenographer's pad. Though she kept up the accurate steno, she could only think
of the Senator's cock and his beautiful, powerful eyes that had withered so much
legislation on the floor of the Senate. Then, as if in an answer to a prayer,
the tape ended abruptly and her test was over. The Senator's voice was husky and
full of passion. "Your test is over, Miss Staunton," he breathed. "And as I
promised, now you will get your reward!" Candice almost climaxed right there
when she heard this, for she immediately knew what the Senator meant. She threw
the steno book aside and tried to stand, but the Senator's face was deeply
locked in her pussy. He nibbled at the inner base walls of her pussy lips and
drank deeply of her flowing juices. Then he slid quickly erect, stroking his
tongue up the entire length of her body as he rose. When he reached her breasts,
he took one entirely in his mouth and with his free hand tautly grabbed the
nipple of the other. Candice moaned deeply and slid her hands down the length of
the Senator's back, reaching his ass and cupping the cheeks, pulling them close
to her moist, hot pussy and rhythmically moving her hips. Her pussy lips sat on
top of the Senator's blood-gorged cock and the two of them moved together.
Candice's cunt moved up and down the top of the Senator's cock and he felt the
come already beginning to build in his taut scrotum. He sucked her breast hard
and fast, taking all of it inside his mouth, letting it slowly come out and then
quickly, almost brutally, sucking it in again. Candice felt the blood pound in
her head and the lights slowly go out. She moaned and every muscle in her body
stiffened at once. She threw back her head and shook it violently, while she
came and came, the come dripping over the Senator's penis and onto the fine shag
rug on the floor of the office. The Senator had all he could do to keep from
shooting his wad right there and then, just from watching Candice's incredible
orgasm. He lifted the dripping beauty in his arms and carried her over to the
couch. He gently laid her down and took a moment to look at her. Like Richard,
he swept his eyes the length of her, up the firm, muscular thighs of the long,
bronze legs, past the drippy pussy to the firm belly with a little nipple in the
center of her navel, to the firm, large, heaving breasts and to the beautiful,
doll-like face, now with the eyes closed, the pink tongue bathing the lips, the
tousled, sweaty blonde hair. In a minute he was on top of her and inside her.
Just as he had imagined, Candice's pussy was tight and hot, and from the very
moment of entry, the sensation was as though he was just about to come. Candice
lifted her legs up and onto his shoulders and spun her hips in a circle. The
Senator's blood began to boil and rise within him. Candice could only think of
the cock within her. She searched out the Senator's mouth and kissed him
hungrily, tasting her cunt in his mouth, smelling her pussy all over his face.
The Senator began an incredible rhythm of two short strokes and one long, deep
one. Candice came again and again. Never had she been fucked by such a masterful
cocksman before. She had had young studs of all types in her pussy in her long
and active sex life, and just a few minutes before, with Richard, had had the
largest cock imaginable. But never before had she had a man who seemed to know
exactly what she wanted, and exactly how to do it. No wonder this man was famous
and powerful, she thought. He'd get my vote any day. The Senator answered her
thoughts by quickening his pace. He shorted the short stroke of his motion until
he was hardly inside her at all, just teasing her pussy with the head of his
lovely cock. Her cunt lips wrapped around the head of the Senator's prick, the
pursed lips of her pussy raising the come of his cock. Then he plunged deeply
into her and felt himself pass layer upon layer of the folds of Candice's female
hole. Candice yelped and clutched at his ass, gyrating her hips wildly about.
Her feet kicked in the air as if she was riding a bicycle. The Senator continued
his rhythm, two short and one long. With each of the short strokes, Candice was
able to move and think, to kiss the senator or to snake her long fingernails
down his back. But with the long stroke there was nothing, nothing that she
could do but to widen her legs even further and to try to ride the massive prick
that was splitting her. Candice responded to the Senator as if they were one
person. Then she decided to use her ace-in-the-hole. Gathering all of her
concentration, she began the maneuver that had driven so many men, including
Richard, crazy. The Senator felt something on his cock that made him break his
rhythm for a moment, and a look of unendurable ecstasy crossed his face. They
both lay there, hardly moving while Candice manipulated the walls of her cunt to
pass along the Senator's cock all of the pleasure that he had so willingly given
to her. Though he did nothing to bring it on, the inner movements of Candice's
pussy drained the Senator's testacies of every ounce of jism that they could
produce, and sent it streaming up the prick until it felt as though it was about
explode "Candice, Candice," he moaned. "I've never felt anything like...oh,
Candy...Baby...Your cunt feels like...Oh, Candice!" Suddenly the Senator began
to move widely about inside of her, his careful rhythm gone. Candice felt his
cock stiffen and grow even larger as it filled with his hot come. Then, with a
cry, the Senator raised himself on his arms and shot a wad of hot, sticky jism
that seemed to split her apart. The Senator kept up his wild undulating, and
with each thrust he would loose another stream of spunk until it dribbled out of
her and on to the couch. Finally, with a gasp, the Senator spent the last of his
wad and crumpled in a heap on top of Candice. She had one last vision of the
Senator's salt and pepper hair lying on top of her shoulder and of the fine,
paneled office, and, her eyes slits with exhaustion and ecstasy asleep.
CANDY AND THE SENATOR PART 3
Sitting there was Richard, his head thrown back, come staining his shirt
and the legs of his pants, between which his cock lay, now limp and throbbing.
He had been masturbating as he watched the girls make love. They looked at each
other and smiled. "Poor Richard," said Layla. "He's so horny and he can't touch
any of us. It's not really fair. And not fair to us, either!" she said pointing
to Richard's tremendous cock, the come still on the puckered hole at the tip.
Candice suddenly had an idea. "Wait a minute, Layla. Richard can't stick that
beautiful prick into us because the Senator is afraid that he'll become involved
with one of us, right?" Layla nodded. "But what about the both of us. No one can
fall in love with two women at once!" A smile spread across Layla's face. She
could have argued the finer philosophical points of Candice's argument, but
glancing at Richard's cock, which was beginning to rise with Candice's words,
she decided to accept Candice's argument at face value. "First we must clean him
off," said Candice and bent down and began to lick the come from Richard's
prick. Richard tried to stand to escape from the girls rather than risk the
wrath and censure of the Senator, but the firm pressure of Layla's arms on his
shoulders kept him seated. Layla's tits wove right in front of his face and he
looked up at them waving back and forth like a pendulum. Layla was one of the
secretaries that Richard always wanted to fuck, for she was the first and most
loyal of the Senator's staff. When she had applied for her job Richard had not
been "interviewer." Now as he looked up at her heaving brown breasts, with her
taut nipples only inches from his mouth, he felt that old need come back to his
consciousness. Layla's cunt was almost bare, and from where he was sitting he
could see the slit of her twat. Watching Candice lick Richard's massive organ
was really turning her on and suddenly Richard could see her cuntlips moisten
and beckon him. He knew it was breaking his most important regulation, to fuck
one of the secretaries when not specifically ordered to, but the sight of
Layla's twat was too much. Candice, sucking his cock, felt it growing hard
within her mouth. Looking up, she saw the strain on Richard's face and knew that
he was only seconds away from breaking and grabbing the two of them and fucking
them both silly. And if anyone could do it, Richard could. Richard reached up
with his hands and grabbed Layla's breasts, almost tearing them off her. "I've
wanted you from the minute I set eyes on you!" he said in a frenzy. "And now I'm
going to have you!" Richard's cock was now almost full-sized and Candice had to
work to keep all of it in her mouth. Richard was tearing at Layla's tits now,
forcing one and then the other, into his mouth. Layla moaned and writhed. After
a sign from Layla, Candice took it out of her mouth and Layla straddled
Richard's cock, and then in one deft motion, she was sitting on it. She lowered
herself slowly onto the massive organ, feeling it tear her tight pussy walls
aside as it plunged deeper and deeper with each of her undulations. Layla moaned
in a mixture of ecstasy and pain. She could feel Richard's hot breath on her
chest and neck. She could see the sweat pour down the sides of his temples as
her hot, tight pussy, steaming with lust and desire, drove him to higher and
higher levels of sensuality. Candice watched the two of them fucking with
fascination. Layla's ass seemed to rise and fall with each of her moans and each
time Layla settled at her low point, with Richard's cock deep inside her,
Candice strained to see Richard's face. His face was deeply lined with the rut
and the sight of it, and the smell of fucking turned Candice on until her hand
found her own pussy. She reached down between the lips and found her budding
clit. Her eyes were firmly transfixed on the fuck scene in front of her. Unaware
of anything but the two steaming bodies putting on their show for her, she
rubbed her clit and felt the blood slowly rise into her head until she too was
moaning and writhing her hips. The sight of her was not lost on Richard. "Come
here!" he ordered, and again Candice automatically obeyed. Richard lay on his
back and Layla shifted backward so that her hands were on the floor behind her.
"Sit on my face. Stick your twat on my face!" said Richard, and Candice did not
need prodding. She straddled over him, her pussy wet from her own masturbation.
She lowered herself onto him and Richard's tongue shot out and began to lick
Candice's pussy with long swaths of his tongue. He tasted her again, and with
the delicious tang of Candice's cunt came the memories of the night before, now
being reenacted on his bulging prick by-Layla's ministrations. Candice moved her
hips in circular motion, plunging her frothing slit deeper and deeper onto
Richard's outstretched tongue until she wondered how he could breathe. Richard
was filled with unbearable sensations. HiS cock, milked by the tight cunt of
Layla, racked his body with waves of pleasure, and the smells and taste of
Candice's twat, nestled firmly on his face, brought his mind to an incredible
mental turn-on. Candice felt Layla's fingers scraping her back and she turned
around and looked at her. Layla's face showed clearly that the petite Polynesian
girl was in another world. The nipples on her breasts stood taut and erect and
her come dripped from her pussy onto Richard's pants and mingled with the jism
stains from his own semen. Candice felt her orgasm rising from deep within her,
and from the sounds of the other two, they were not far away. Layla had begun to
swing frantically back and forth, rocking Richard's huge come filled prick deep
within her with each thrust. He was answering her own motions with a deep thrust
each time she came down on him, and he began to twist and move his neck to push
himself deep into Candice's pussy, taking the clit m' between his teeth and
nibbling at it gently. Candice was the first to come, stiffening and pouring her
cunt juices all over the face of the supine Richard. In a second Richard began
to shoot his load, and feeling the hot come splitting her, Layla also came, her
pussy walls tightening and squeezing the last ounces of jism from Richard's
prick. The three of them collapsed in a panting heap.
CANDY AND THE SENATOR PART 4
A man had come downstairs and was sitting on the bed next to her. Like the
Senator, he was middle-aged but in fine shape. He held two drinks and gave one
to Candice. "I noticed you on deck," he said tersely. "You are a gorgeous
woman." Candice felt the familiar burning in her twat. The man had taken her
drink away from her and was turning her on her back. He unzipped the front of
Candice's jumpsuit and began to stroke her firm, tanned boobs. He felt Candice's
nipples perk up beneath his fingers and he kneaded them mercilessly. Candice
moaned beneath the pressure of his fingers. She tugged at the man's crotch,
trying to undo his fly and bring out his cock, which bulged through his thin
pants. The man unzipped Candice further and reached down to her already moist
pussy. He reached in and pulled the lips of her cunt ale art with his fingers
and the delicious smell of pussy filled the air of the compartment. Candice's
clit grew larger with his caresses and soon, like a miniature prick, it pushed
out from the swollen folds of her dripping pussy. The man forced two, then
three, fingers up Candice's moist hole. It blazed with heat, and the feeling of
these fingers all the way up her hot pussy made her cream all over the bed,
staining the covers. The man brushed his fingers down into a wad of her come,
then swept them into his mouth. The sight of this was an incredible turn-on to
Candice. She tore at the man's trousers with renewed frenzy, this time
succeeding in getting his cock out. Almost jumping on it with her open mouth,
she grabbed the man's huge organ in her hands and brought it within an inch of
her full, sensuous lips. She puckered her lips and kissed the end of his dick,
and then her little pink tongue began to give the man's prick a bath. She ran
her slippery tongue all over the man's red hot meat, and he began to moan and
writhe on the bed. Then she moved down on his cock, taking the length of it into
her mouth and throat and sucking it like a huge teat. The man felt the come in
him rise, red hot through the layers of his body. Candice was now rubbing his
balls and the base of his cock with her two hands and sucking the head of it in
her mouth, saliva sluicing copiously around the sides. Then, tearing off her
jumpsuit, she suddenly straddled the man and brought her pussy down on him. The
man moaned and half sat up, grabbing Candice's succulent tits and crushing them
on his mouth. Candice twisted on the man's prick, creaming and creaming again.
She rocked back and forth, lifting her cunt all the way up so that her pussy
lips were firmly wrapped around the head of his cock, and then firmly plunging
down again. The man almost cried, the sensations were so great. Candice started
her pussy muscle contractions, a little at a time. He felt the contractions as
the inner walls of Candice's hot cunt tightened around each inch of his swollen
member, moving up and down alternately. It was as if the whole inside of
Candice's cunt was a tight, hot vibrator. There is nothing in the world as
comfortable for a man as a moist dripping pussy for him to park his prick in,
but of Candice this was especially true. His cock felt like it was going to
burst Suddenly the pressure stopped abruptly. "Don't stop!" he moaned. "Please
don't stop!" "What is your name?" panted Candice. "I won't have your wad
dripping out of me if I don't even know who you are." As she said this, she
again ran the delicious ripples across the maddened organ of the man. .
"Congressman Blackwell from North Carolina," he said, his voice quivering.
"There, I've told you. Now let's start fucking!" Candice had heard his name
dropped around the office. He was almost always in total support of the Senator.
Congressman Blackwell had, in fact, not been lured to the party by the girl's
letters. He had been invited by Senator Hughes himself, over a lunch table that
they had shared the week before. Candice, realizing that the congressman was on
her side, squatted back down on him and began to wind her hips about. His cock
buried itself deeper and deeper with each undulation of her hips. Candice came
and came again. She tightened her pussy in her animal fashion and milked the
congressman's cock raw. He rolled around underneath her, throwing his arms over
his head and moaning. The action of Candice's cunt brought all of the come that
had settled back into his balls up the shaft again. He felt the hot, rising jism
fill the length of his cock and burn it's way to the tip. In a flash he shot his
load into Candice, shooting again and again, each time the ripples of Candice's
cunt tickled his bursting organ. Candice came, too, with a scream and both
collapsed and lay unmoving.
CANDY AND THE SENATOR PART 5
She stepped forward. "Richard," she purred. "Have you ever needed that one last
drink of the evening. I mean like you know that you've had enough, but you won't
be satisfied until you've had just one more." Candice kneeled down in front of
Richard. "I've been fucked and sucked for the last six hours, Richard," she
said. "I've had every pore in my body filled up with come. But I want a
nightcap. I want your big cock, Richard and I want it now!" Richard knew that
her scheme was dangerous, even foolish. The Senator might show up any minute and
he'd come straight up to the helm to get a full report. It was crazy, and yet,
sometimes the Senator never showed up at all. Looking into the luminous cat-eyes
and staring at the delicious naked body of Candice, begging him to fuck her, he
felt his resistance dwindle. Candice sensed this and made the first move.
Carefully she unbuckled pants and pulled them down over his knees. Then she
reached into his underpants with both hands and lifted out Richard's mammoth
organ. The sheer size of the thing made Candice moisten her lips in
anticipation. Her pussy, meanwhile, did some moistening of its own. She covered
as much of the prick as she could with her two hands and began to rhythmically
slide her hands up and down the shaft of Richard's cock. It began to grow before
her eyes to an unbelievable length. Maybe it was the salt air, or maybe the
danger of the situation, but Richard sported an even more monstrous hard-on than
he had on the earlier occasions. Candice could think of nothing but ramming
herself on the huge prick. She knew that her cunt was tender from the night of
hard fucking but the pain meant nothing to her. She wanted to worship this prick
like a god. She bent her head down and took the massive head in her mouth.
Richard moaned and leaned back. Candice pushed herself down on the prick even
harder, forcing three more inches of it into her mouth, until it brushed the
back of her throat. She moved her head up and down on it, faster and faster, and
felt as though any minute it would come bursting through the back of her throat.
Richard grabbed both sides of her head in his large hands and forced her head
down even further. His prick did, in fact, push itself deeply into Candice's
throat and she raised her head up and down, breathing between his powerful
strokes. As she moved up and down she flicked her tongue over the vein behind
the head of Richard's cock. This technique almost drove Richard to the point of
madness. He rose from his seat and grabbed Candice by the shoulders. Candice was
a large woman, but the well-muscled Richard had no trouble in lifting her like a
baby. He held her over him while he positioned his throbbing member under her
dripping pussy. Then with a tremendous cry he slammed her down onto him,
impaling her on his huge organ. His cock shot up the length of Candice's insides
at one shot. She screamed, half in pain and half in incredible pleasure, and she
clawed at Richard's back, breathing steamy air into his ear, as she kissed him
over and over again and urged him on. Richard did not need urging. Again and
again he lifted her off his bursting prick and then plunged her down again. Each
time he did it, another wad of hot cream would come bubbling from Candice's
pussy and slide down his member. Candice was a wild woman. She had been built up
the entire night for this and there was nothing in her any longer. She scratched
him and screamed, raking her fingernails again and again down the length of his
flesh, making him feel as though he were on fire. Bright red traces of Candice's
love scratches ran all over his skin. Candice's legs failed in the air behind
his back, the powerful odor of the rut mixed with the salty sweet scent of
Candice's pussy forcing them to fuck even faster. She was helping Richard now,
using her arms to lift herself high and wrapping her long legs around his waist,
while he brought her down and drove his maddening cock up her creaming slit. She
felt herself thrill as every ounce of blood in her body seemed to flow up into
her head. Her temples throbbed unbelievably. She knew Richard was ready too, for
his pace had quickened. She could feel the urgency in the savage thrusts of his
monstrous prick. She felt every muscle in her body tighten to its breaking
point, and then came the flooding relief of her orgasm. She felt Richard's body
grow incredibly stiff, also, and she was sure that he was about to shoot his
load into her any second. But as she hung on to him in a swoon, waiting for his
thunderous climax, she realized that his body remained stiff, as if he were
standing at attention. Suddenly she perceived the other person on the helm. For
a second she thought with relief that maybe it was just one of the sleeping
guests who had heard the noise and come up to the helm to join in. Turning, her
worst fears were confirmed. Behind her, fuming silently, stood the well-dressed
figure of Senator Hughes.
CANDY AND THE SENATOR PART 6
The Senator sat calmly behind his desk, doing some paperwork. He hardly
looked up at her when she came in. "Miss Staunton," he began, "do you realize
that you broke the strictest of all my rules last night?' l had thought that you
understood that you were to take orders only from me. I could trust Richard
implicitly before you came here. Now I'm not so sure about him. Richard admitted
to me about your escapades with him and Layla also. I've never had to deal with
anyone like you before." Candice's knees felt weak with fear and excitement.
Behind her she heard the door open and close and she whirled to see at a huge
black man had entered the room. "Candice, this is Jockomo. He's going to teach
you a lesson," the Senator stated matter-of-factly. Then lifting up a bristling
sheaf of papers, he abruptly left the room, leaving Candice alone with the
mountain of black flesh. The huge Negro stared at Candice, licking his lips and
breathing heavily. She could see the blood pump through his massive cock, as it
pounded rhythmically against his leather breeches. The Negro had huge biceps,
like tree trunks. He opened and closed his fists at the sides of his legs and
tipples ran through the muscles on his arms. He stepped forward and reached for
Candice, but she instinctively stepped back. Then he thrust the other arm out,
cat-like and quick, and managed to get one of his massive hands onto Candice's
shoulder. He reached down to her neckline and with one swift motion tore the
dress from her trembling body. Candice was petrified. She was not wearing any
underthings, and the Negro's action left her standing before him stark naked.
With another quick thrust of his free arm, before Candice had a moment to react,
the Negro had fastened his other hand firmly on the base of Candice's throat.
She tried to wrench herself free, but like a choke-chain, the Negro held her
fast in his grip. He gave her neck a slight squeeze and Candice could feel her
eyes bulge in their sockets and her tongue fill her mouth. The mammoth Negro
bent forward and crammed one of her perfect white tits into his cavernous mouth.
She wanted to cry and scream. She wanted to run away. But all of the time, she
stood transfixed as the black man sucked at her tender boobs and ran his other
hand all over her body. She felt shivers of delight join those of pain. Still,
he kept the vice grip on her throat, threatening to strangle her if she did not
perform his every wish, or if she did not act quickly enough. The Negro shoved
one huge finger into Candice's cunt all the way to the hilt. All the time he was
still savagely sucking her tits, straining the tender flesh through his clenched
teeth. Candice's pussy juice sluiced all over the floor. The massive man was
turning her on greatly, and if he had let go of her throat at this point, she
would not have tried to escape, but only begged him to fuck her. "Take out my
big prick and suck me off!" came the rich baritone of the ravaging Negro.
Candice did not have to be told twice. She reached down and undid the
drawstrings that made up the fly of the Negro's pants. His huge black cock
popped free. He had a tremendous erection, the head of his blood-gorged member
pulsating all the time with frantic, primitive rhythm. Candice opened her mouth
all the way but found that it hurt her jaws to open them wide enough to
accommodate the member of the mammoth man. She tried and tried again, but all
she could manage to get in her mouth was the huge head and three inches of the
pulsating, blood-gorged shaft. Candice smelled the delicious odor of cock drift
up her nostrils and tasted the familiar cock-taste tickle her tongue. She gave
those four inches of his cock a wet, warm tongue bath, swishing her tongue
around his cock. She literally ate him, savoring each inch of his hot, pounding
prick. The Negro still had a hand around her throat, and as his cock passed out
of her mouth with the end of each thrust, he would tighten the grip around her
throat. Candice could scarcely breathe, but she was too afraid of the huge black
man to do anything like complain. She was sure that if she incurred his wrath,
he would break her pretty head off at the neck. And she was sure that if she
screamed, that no one in the office would lift a finger to help her. The Negro
was in a frenzy now, pounding at her with his massive member with all his might.
The saliva dripped from Candice's lips. Suddenly, he pushed her off him and over
onto her back. With a savage cry the Negro jumped on her and rammed his crazed
organ up Candice's dripping pussy to the hilt. The hot, wet pussy caressed the
black man's cock, and he started to grind into her with savage thrusts. Candice
creamed and creamed. Still, the black man held a firm grip on the lily white
throat of the moaning Candice. She felt his huge organ grow even larger within
her. She felt the blood rise in her pussy walls until they screamed with
pleasure, and her clit was fully erect now, pushing itself against the hot cock
of the Negro with each of his maddened humps. She felt her own blood rise from
her belly into her thunderous head. She threw back her head and screamed with
ecstasy, all of her fear gone. This was her first black man, and now she knew
all that had been said about their sexual prowess was true. She moaned and
writhed beneath the Negro. He had changed his rhythm now to a complex off beat,
swinging his hips in a circular motion and crashing his cock into her at the
point of the swing. Candice responded by tightening the walls of her moist pussy
until both she and the Negro lay on the floor bellowing at the top of their
lungs. Their faces looked as though they were in excruciating pain, but it was
actually unendurable pleasure. Candice and Jockomo were nearing the orgasm of
their lives. He lay on the floor between her legs, a mountain of a man, moaning
unashamedly as his hot cock pounded mercilessly into the dripping pleasure hole
of the screaming Candice. Her cunt actions were driving him wild, causing finger
like sensations to run along the entire length of his swollen member. He
responded by grinding her even more furiously. Suddenly, with a tremendous
scream from them both, they crashed to the floor and came and came. They were
hardly conscious. Candice felt herself swimming in a sea of come as again and
again the powerful Jockomo shot his tremendous wad into her. It filled her cunt
and leaked onto the carpeted floor. She reached her hand down into the mixture
of cunt juice and jism that seeped between her legs. With a good wad on the tip
of her finger, she reached up and thrust it in the ear of Jockomo and then
proceeded to lick it out. Jockomo was bellowing like a horse, his sides
straining with each breath. It was not his first taste of white pussy by any
means, but it was certainly his best. He reached down into the mass of juices at
their joined crotches and felt the hot stickiness of the mingled juices. He got
a wad on his fingertips and smeared it across Candice's mouth. She gobbled at it
hungrily, lapping every bit into her luscious warm mouth. Candice reached down
for still another load of jism to have for breakfast, but another hands swept
passed Jockomo's massive thighs she felt that his tool was hard again and ready
for another furious fucking. She gently removed his hand from her throat. "We
won't need that this time around, will we?" she asked demurely, looking at him
with her luminous cat-eyes. Jockomo reared and slammed his hard-on into her
again. Again he felt the pussy lips of Candice seem to have a mind of their own.
They puckered as he passed through them, and felt as they were going to milk him
dry at first thrust. Candice felt her body open to him again, his hot cock
pounding delicious pleasure into her steaming pussy. Her pussy watered again and
again as Jockomo pounded her. Then again, he stiffened and with a bellow, filled
her hot slit full of his come.
CANDY AND THE SENATOR PART 7
Chang arrived shortly after her, and Candice looked him over, sizing up
her prey. The diplomat was of middle American height, tall for a Chinese. He
wore the familiar dark suit and plain black shoes. His still-brown hair was
brush sharply back. He stood with calm indifference to the amiable gestures of
the surrounding guests. And he took no notice of the magnificent stood eyeing
him from the corner. Everyone ate dinner and immediately afterward, Candice
decided that it was time to action. She ambled over to where and brushed past
him, letting her perfume fill his nostrils. Still, Chang did not look her way at
all. He stared straight ahead, sipping at a glass of ginger ale. Senator Hughes
watched impotently as Candice tried every thing that she knew, to try and
attract Chang. Nothing seemed to work. Disconsolately, she left the main party
and wandered into one of the other rooms of the club. It must have been the
study. Huge bookshelves covered the walls up to the high ceilings. In the center
of the room was a chess table and two large, leather chairs. Candice sat down in
one of them and absent-mindedly fingered the pieces. Her concentration was
broken by a strange voice that spoke with a singsong foreign accent. It was
Chang. "Oh, so you play chess!" said the diplomat cheerily. "As do I." Candice
was shocked by Chang's appearance but kept her mouth shut. He walked over to the
side of her chair and stared down at her. Candice felt locked in the eyes of the
strange foreigner. Chang reached down to the chess table and picked up a pawn.
He stared at it for a few minutes. Then he plucked the rose from between
Candice's bountiful tits with his other hand. He weighed the two in his hands
for a moment, then put them both down on the chess table. To do this he had to
bend quite close to Candice's pronounced cleavage. The hot lust smell of the
space lifted into his nostrils. The heat enraged his cheeks. The diplomat stayed
in that position for a half-second too long, and Candice knew that he was
getting interested. She was turned on, too. She wanted to break this little man,
to have him moaning for mercy like she had done to the others. Chang suddenly
brought his head close to the surface of her heaving tits. His hot breath
touched them and Candice felt a little ache in her pussy. She reached up one arm
and circled it around the head of Chang. Slowly, she pulled the head down onto
her yearning white flesh. Chang's pink tongue flashed out and he bathed her tits
with saliva. With one hand he dipped into the moist flesh between Candice's
legs. He found her pussy and gave long, knowing strokes to the swollen lips of
her cunt. Candice moaned and spread her legs wide. He li
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