Grace Wilkenson - The Family Swappers book two

Frank looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so that he could see a good profile view of the Senator's wife's face as his lusthardened shaft continued to saw rhythmically in and out of her ovalled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of it all the way down her swan-like throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made, until only a little stretch of its purplish mass showed glistening and protruding from between his lips.

Sylvie could protest no more. She was so completely humiliated and shamed by what was happening that she only whimpered now and then as the harshly thrusting rod of Frank's cock plowed willfully into her widely-separated lips.

Oh God! she thought. Let it end soon! It had to be over soon, she told herself. He couldn't go on forever like this! I'm doing it for Tim, she told herself. Perhaps this will satisfy him and he will give me the tapes… perhaps if I cooperate a bit more…

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick, thrust forward toward the throbbing head that pushed against it. Frank smiled as in the mirror be could see her beginning to come to life. The sensations around his happily surging cock told him that he had brought out the hidden sensuality that he knew dwelled inside of the young and beautiful Mrs.

Cassidy.

He watched, hypnotized by the image in the mirror, as the flesh of her soft pink lips was pulled grotesquely as he pulled back and she began to suck hungrily. Her breasts jerking and dancing within the loose folds of her dress added to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror.

"That's it… oh yes, that's the way!" he hissed, letting his head roll backward as he arched his loins forward into her hotly steaming mouth.

Preoccupied as she was by the horrible thing she was doing, Sylvie could hear the wet lewd sounds of her tortured copulation with her husband's brother rising throughout the small bedroom mingling with the grunts and groans that burst from Frank's parted lips and the strangled moans that came from her own stuffed mouth, for the tape continued to spin out its shameful tale, reminding her of the reason for her obscene sucking of Frank's distended cock.

"Ohhhhhh… faster… a little faster!" Frank grunted out as she slaved below him. His hands in her hair twisted and pulled at the silken blonde strands and Sylvie could feel her body soaked with perspiration. She wanted the final moment to come so that it would be all over, and yet she feared the awful sensation of his sperm… the nasty, bitter wetness that would seep into her mouth just when she least expected it.

"Oh come on come on!" he urged. Frank was soaring somewhere above the clouds. No longer a servant, he was a MAN… and he was ramming it deep into Mrs. Cassidy's straining throat! By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils before he was through. His white sperm was going to shoot deep into her throat and slide slowly down into her belly… that same softly jiggling belly that he had once known so well, and which he intended to know again in the most intimate sense of the word! He could feel the pressure growing in his testicles, which he had freed from the encumbrance of his dignified and conservative trousers. He knew it wouldn't be long now, because his swollen cock felt like it was going to explode into a zillion pieces! He shoved his loins hard up against Sylvie's vulnerable face, hearing her mumbles of protest, but letting them go unheeded as he started on the final race toward fulfillment to the long awaited end of his torture! It was building… building deep inside his quivering balls as he gasped and bared his lips back over his teeth. All along his incredibly hard penis he could feel the wild nibbling and sucking of Mrs. Cassidy's warmly wet mouth. Bits of her spittle were overflowing and dribbling down her chin as his bursting cock began a sudden wild staccato jerking that let loose a flood of semen without warning into Sylvie's wildly sucking mouth.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" he moaned ecstatically.

Gust after gust of white hot sperm bloated her cheeks unnaturally outward with each spurt of long-accumulated jism and she began to choke and swallow, choke and swallow, sputtering against Frank's thrusting loins.

"I'm there! I'm there… keep sucking keep sucking! Don't stop yet!"

he rasped out, as his hands tangled fighter in her hair. Convulsively he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat, as hopelesslytrapped Sylvie went on sucking as best she could, feeling the voluminous quantities of the elderly valet's cum flowing down her gagging throat. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as with one last earth-shattering groan Frank emptied the last of his sperm between her lips and clutched her head to the dampness of his exposed loins.

"Oh fuck me, fuck me!Harder! Harder!" Her own taped voice cried into the stillness, and Sylvie shuddered against the still-quivering thighs of the valet. Gradually his satiated penis was deflating in her mouth and she heard a great sigh of relief escape from his lips. He was pulling away from her, and she simultaneously pulled back, letting the limp mass of his cock fall from her trembling lips.

"Oh… Oh God…" she cried softly. She scrambled away from him, moving sideways on the bed until she could stand up, and then, trembling and shaken, she headed for the door. But something stopped her, and she turned back toward Frank who was still standing there adjusting his trousers.

"The… the tapes… both copies… I'll take them now!" she managed to stammer out. The taste of his cum was acrid and strong in her mouth, and she knew that her hair was a fright and her clothes a rumpled mess.

There was no window in the room, so she could not tell whether or not the rain had stopped. It didn't matter, she would run all the way home in the downpour if necessary. If only she could get out of that horrible place and take the incriminating tapes with her!

Frank looked at her in a manner which was both grateful and apologetic at once.

"May I say," he began politely, only panting the slightest bit after his powerful orgasm, "first of all, Mrs. Cassidy, you were magnificent!

You surpassed my fondest dreams…"

"Never mind that!" Sylvie screamed, and then lowered her voice in an effort to control herself. "The tapes… I'll have them now!"

"Well, I was about to explain. I'm afraid you'll have to come back. You see… l don't keep both copies here… But I can manage to have them for you… say… next week, at this same time?"

Sylvie did not know what to say. Her heart fell and she was afraid she was going to go to pieces right then and there. Then she spoke. "Very well…" her voice broke, but she went on, "I will expect you then.

Next Monday."

Frank cleared his throat.

Absurdly, Sylvie focused on the pattern of the floral wallpaper in the valet's bedroom. There was a terrible aching in her temples, and she feared her legs would give way under her at any second.

"It might be best for you to come here, Mrs. Cassidy. That way you can go over some parts of the manuscript with me… there may be some things of interest to you…"

Sylvie turned and ran out the door. In the living room she scooped up her pocketbook from the couch and headed for the door. She did not hear the valet following her, and for that much she was grateful. When his apartment door was closed behind her she headed for the street door and dashed outside. The cold air mass that had enveloped Washington after the thunderstorm filled her lungs as she began to clatter up the street on her high heels. She knew she would never find a taxi in that neighborhood, and she would have a long way to go. Her freedom gave her no pleasure whatsoever since she knew that it was only temporary, and she dreaded having to face her unsuspecting husband that evening at the special dinner she had promised him.