Ray Todd - The Senator_s playmate

Her arms locked around his shoulders and her legs scissored over his hips, Kim was riding his cock to the very highest plateau of human ecstasy. The exquisite pleasure was beyond her wildest dreams. She was aware of nothing in the world except that deliciously thick cock that was sawing into her inflamed pussy.

"That's it, baby!" she squealed, sinking her teeth into his shoulders. "Oh, shit, honey, fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Every thrust of his plunging dong was driving deeper and deeper into her snatch. She had never taken such a delicious battering in her life.

"Oh, Christ!" she suddenly screamed. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"

The moment she felt his thick, hot jizz gushing into her cunt, Kim exploded into a climax that was so intense, the girl was frightened by it. She had never experienced such exquisite pleasure in her life. She lurched and writhed up against him for several minutes as wave after wave of unbelievable ecstasy washed through her shuddering body.

"Thank you, Charles," she whispered as she lay in his arms a few minutes later. "Thank you very much."

"Christ," he grinned, kissing the tip of her nose. "You're sure a hot bitch."

"That's 'cause I love fuckin'," she giggled. "Charles, can you spend the night here with me?"

"I wish I could," he sighed. "But I have to drive that asshole Dunkirk over to Virginia this evening."

"Why do you work for him when you dislike the man so much?" Kim asked.

"It pays well," he answered. "And I like to work around 'em."

"Do you intend to stay with him for a while?" she inquired.

"I've saved enough money to open a small garage," Charles smiled.

"Where do you want to open a fuckin' garage?" she giggled.

"In my home town up in Wisconsin," he answered. "That's always been my dream."

"God," she laughed, "the men up there will probably have to run you out of town if their wives find out what a big pecker you have."

"Speaking of peck era," Charles laughed. "How about another fuck before I have to leave."

"I'm ready," Kim called. "I'll always be ready for you."

Kim was as excited as a kid going to her first party when she and Bob drove over to the senator's home on Saturday evening. She hadn't seen Charles since that afternoon in her apartment, and Kim was hoping to see him at the party. She hoped they might even be able to slip away together for a few minutes without anyone noticing them. Bob was fun to go out with, and so was Senator Dunkirk, but she'd never met anyone who could fuck like the handsome chauffeur. His big thick cock was the most magnificent tool she'd ever felt, and her horny twat was dying to feel it again.

The senator had told Kim it was a small party, and she was shocked to see at least a hundred beautifully groomed men and women in attendance. It was the most elaborate affair that the excited girl had ever seen.

"Good evening," the senator warmly greeted them when they entered. "I'm so glad you were able to come."

"Thank you for inviting us," Bob smiled, extending his hand.

"And this is my wife, Mrs. Dunkirk," the senator said, turning to the glamorous redhead who was standing beside him. "Darling, I'd like to present Bob Wallace, one of our finest young journalists, and his friend, Kim Sterling."

When the introductions had been completed, Ann Dunkirk discreetly studied the vibrant blonde who was with Bob Wallace. She didn't buy the slit about Kim being Bob's friend. Charles had told Ann about her husband's affair with the young girl, and she'd been curious to meet the girl.

Unaware that the senator's wife knew anything about her, Kim was shocked at the woman's beauty. Kim had expected Rodger's wife to be an older woman, not a glamorous person like this curvaceous redhead in her revealing gown. She stared at the lovely woman's creamy complexion in her strapless dress with the deep V neckline that revealed most of her firm luscious tits.

Ann continued staring at Kim and Bob as they moved away. Charles had told her that the senator was fucking around with this kid, but she could hardly believe he would fool with such a young girl.

As the party progressed, there were so many people milling around that it was hard to locate anyone. Bob had been swallowed up in the crowd and Kim was standing alone, looking out over the terrace. Seeing a light on in the apartment above the garages, Kim again had that wild desire for Charles' fantastic cock. She could slip over there, enjoy a delicious fuck, and be back to the party without anyone missing her. Stepping out onto the terrace, the horny blonde hurried across the garden to the chauffeur's quarters.

Ann Dunkirk was wandering graciously among her guests, looking for her husband, when she noticed Bob Wallace standing alone in a corner of the room.

"Hi," she smiled to the handsome young man. "Where's your lovely lady?"

"She seems to have disappeared," the tall blond reporter answered. "I haven't seen her for the last few minutes."

"And I haven't seen the senator for a while," Ann smiled up at him with teasing eyes. "Maybe they're up to some hanky-panky."

"I doubt that," Bob laughed. "I'm sure the senator isn't robbing cradles."

Ann looked at him in surprise. It was quite obvious that the handsome young reporter wasn't aware of what had been going on between Kim and the senator.

"I doubt it, too," she smiled, laying her hand on his arm. "I can't imagine her wanting an old goat like my husband when she has a man like you."

The feel of her hand on his arm vaguely disturbed Bob as he looked down at her beautiful face and big firm boobs that were practically falling out of her gown. It was very obvious to him that the gorgeous woman had I figure that was built for fucking. For a fleeting moment he wondered how it would feel to have his naked body cradled between her smooth soft thighs while his hard cock filled her hot cunt.

"This is a lovely home you have here," Bob finally said, wanting to change the subject.

"It's very old," Ann smiled, thinking how much she'd like to suck a load of jizz out of the young man's virile cock. "It was built over a hundred years ago."

"It's certainly elegant," Bob continued, happy to have changed the subject.

"Would you like me to show you around?" Ann suggested, thinking how much she would like to be alone with him. After all, her husband was probably balling Bob's girl friend somewhere in the house.

"I'd love to see it," he answered with enthusiasm.

When she took Bob's arm and led him towards the hall, he could feel her soft warm body pressing against his through her gown. After visiting several rooms while she explained the history of the old mansion, she opened a door in a remote wing of the building.

"This is the playroom," she smiled, closing the door behind them as they entered.

"This hardly looks like a playroom," he murmured, noticing the intimate atmosphere produced by a deep-cushioned couch and two large chairs situated on the plush carpet. "One expects to find ping-pong, billiard tables and things in a play room."

"Those aren't the kind of games I like to play," she whispered, moving in front of him as her fingers reached down and lightly brushed against his cock. "I like to play with stiff dicks."

Bob stared at her in complete shock as her busy fingers toyed with his prick through his pants. She was smiling up at him through sensual, half-closed eyes. Electric-like shocks were racing up and down the length of his cock as it began throbbing toward an erection.

"I'll bet that dong of yours tastes good," she whispered, lowering his zipper and reaching in for his prick.

Bob was shaking with uncontrolled excitement as her soft cool fingers drew his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants.

"That's a real beauty," she excitedly whispered as she began sliding his foreskin back and forth over his big purple knob. "A real fuckin' beauty."