Paul Gable: Elaine_s dog show

Oh, God, I hope she doesn't take his cock out here, Elaine prayed silently as she stared in amazement at the reeling couple.

"Okay, okay, okay," the old man mumbled, smiling gratefully at Wanda. He put his pudgy arms around her slender waist, dragging her gently off to what Elaine guessed was one of the bedrooms. "But remember to talk to her about it later, okay?"

"I will," Wanda said, turning her head around and smiling broadly at her friend.

"Uh… uh, Wanda. What do I…?" Elaine started to ask as the senator disappeared through the doorway.

"Just a minute, Petey," the brunette said as she slipped away from the senator's arms and ran back to her friend.

"What am supposed to do?" Elaine whispered nervously as she sprang up from the couch.

"He must be tied up on the Hill. Just mix yourself another drink and take it easy. He knows you're here," Wanda said quietly as she reached down and squeezed her friend's right hand. "Now, I've got to get to work," the brunette said as she turned around, squared her shoulders, and marched across the living room like a soldier going into battle.

"Wanda? What did he mean about dogs?" Elaine asked casually as she walked towards the bar.

"Don't worry about it, honey. When you're ready, I'll tell you more about it," Wanda said as she disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind her.

Elaine shrugged her shoulders, then walked to the bar and poured herself a tall vodka and tonic. She took a nervous look at the clock over the couch. It was already seven and Sam Smith wasn't there yet. Maybe he was tied up for the night! Elaine took a gulp from her drink, then walked over to the set of windows on the other side of the room. The booze was giving her a warm, buzzy sensation that was centring itself around her snatch. Elaine leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the cold glass window, watching the city lights grow brighter below the room. The booze made her realise just how lonely and frustrated she'd been in this town. Typing, filing, fighting off all those old, fat hands – and no decent cock to go into her pussy!

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Elaine moaned, closing her eyes and letting her crotch screw up tighter and tighter as the alcohol took effect. There was a fire going on now between her legs. She could feel all those sexual juices bubbling up between her snatch-lips now. If the senator didn't hurry up, she'd finish her drink and join Wanda and the old man in the bedroom. Elaine was so hot new that ever Senator Peter Kuhns looked like a prize cock.

"God, no! God! Godddd!" Elaine heard her friend scream out suddenly in the bedroom.

"Shut up, you little fucker!" Peter Kuhns' voice thundered drunkenly out.

Elaine winced as she heard the sounds of flesh hitting and slapping flesh.

"Pl-Pl-Please!" Wanda wailed.

Elaine wondered if she should go into the bedroom, then remembered what her friend had told her about the old senator. He liked to beat up on women – not seriously. He'd slap them gently around, and they pretended to be hurt. It was his "thing". Well, Elaine wasn't going pass judgment on anyone now. She felt her half-inch-long reddening nipples scratching teasingly against the stiff material of her D-cup bra. Her twat was on fire. Her skin crawled with frustrated sexual excitement while her mind spun with visions of twelve-inch-long dicks dripping quarts of white, sticky jizz. Elaine was in no position to point a moral finger at anyone.

"Hhhhhhh," she groaned as she felt another half throb sweep over her gradually swelling clit. Her hand shook violently, making the ice clink noisily against the glass. If only the senator would come in now. Elaine didn't want to bring herself off with her finger when the stud of the Hill was about to service her juicing, throbbing twat.

"Ahhhhhh!" Elaine cried out again, folding her arms across her chest and squeezing her hot, swollen tit-flesh. She'd seen Senator Smith a few times in the office, but never guessed that he'd wanted to bed her down. When Wanda told her about it a week ago, she thought her friend was joking.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" Elaine heard Wanda screech out at the top of her lungs.

"Bravo!" Elaine said as she toasted the closed door with her glass, then took another long drink.

"Some play going on in there?" she heard a voice suddenly boom out in the room.

"Oh. I'm sorry," Elaine said nervously as she put her glass down and looked toward the entrance-way. Sam Smith was standing just inside the doorway, a large black brief case in his right hand and his raincoat in the other.

"Don't be," he stood, smiling broadly at her as he turned around and closed the door quietly. Elaine felt her clit tingle when she heard the lock snap shut. "I guess that's Pete and his friend are, uh, busy right now?" Sam said as he threw his brief case and coat onto the white living room couch and started to walk casually towards the long wet bar.

"Uh, yes," Elaine said, unsure of what she was supposed to do. Was she supposed to be direct and start working on his fly like Wanda did with Senator Kuhns? Was she supposed to be shy and put up a little resistance? That was going to be a hard one. Already, she felt her body melting when Sam Smith walked into the room. The sheer size of him was overwhelming to the panting blonde. Those feet must have been at feast a size fourteen. Elaine remembered the old wives' tale – the cock's in direct proportion to the feet. Jesus, Elaine thought herself as she wondered what kind of monster cock dangled between Sam Smith powerful legs.

"Like a fresh drink?" he asked, stopping just short of her and taking her glass gently from her.

"Uh, yes," Elaine stammered, surprised at the man's pleasant style. He was every inch a gentleman. Yet the blonde could sense the power and sensuality behind his politeness. All this made her want to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders and beg him to drag her off to the bedroom and rip her clothes off.

"Here you go," Sam said, handing her back her glass. Elaine took another large drink while she stared at Sam's ruggedly handsome face. His eyes were his best feature – innocent-looking, yet direct and probing. They seemed to sparkle more brightly with every passing second, while the blonde could feel the sparks of electric sexuality jumping over to her swaying body. God, how she wanted to feel his cock plowing through her matted jungle of swampy cunt hairs!

"I, uh, busy tonight?" Elaine asked, desperately trying to think of some kind of small talk.

"Not as busy as I want to be in a few seconds," Sam said, grinning sheepishly at Elaine as he reached out and touched her lightly on the arm.

"Ohhh," Elaine moaned feeling her body explode at his touch. She wanted him to fuck her so badly now, she could have screamed it out to the world.

"You're hot, aren't you?" Sam asked, his voice growing husky and thick as Elaine nodded.

"I… I don't usually do this," she said, feeling like a complete idiot after she'd said it. It sounded like one of those corny lines from grade-B movies. The reluctant virgin and the sophisticated congressman! Well, Sam might be worldly, but Elaine was no virgin. She knew what to do, and could put any man through his paces if she wanted to.

"Sure, sure, baby," Sam whispered thickly as he bent forward and kissed her lightly on the neck. Elaine shuddered with unbearable pleasure. She his hot, wet lips slide down her neck to her throat, then down to the tops of her mammoth jugs that protruded slightly over the top of her low-cut pink slip-over sweater.

"Oh, God," Elaine cried out as she dropped her drink to the floor and clamped her hands around Sam's head. She felt all her inhibitions dropping away as the blonde senator started sucking at her hot, swollen tit-flesh. This was what she wanted. No small-talk into the night. No drinks that made her so drunk that she couldn't realise what was going on. Just a hard, fast fuck that would bring them both off and take care of the heat that was burning them both up now.