Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

Scotty sat at the rear of the plane and said very little.

Bea flitted about, flirting with the men. Inside the official family, Linc apparently didn't care what she did or whom she did it with. Melanie wondered if she would confine herself to that group or roam a field… and if she did go out prospecting, was it still Melanie's job to observe and report to Linc? She supposed so.

The first stop was in a city of about a hundred thousand persons, a dull place in the midst of farming country. The party split at the airport, with Phil being instructed to drive Bea, Melanie and Scotty to the hotel while Linc and the others had lunch with some local backers.

Bea was morose as she sat next to Melanie on the back seat of the car. Scotty rode in front with the driver.

"I'm going to hate this trip," Bea grumbled. "I can see that right now. The men are going to be talking politics all the time, and I'll be expected to sit in a stinking hotel room, watching old movies on television."

"Well, I guess I'm in the same spot," Melanie observed.

"Yes, but what do you care? You don't like to have a good time, anyway."

Melanie didn't reply. Why pick a fight? Anyway, Bea was entitled to believe what she had said, and it was better for Melanie if she did. Maybe then she would leave her alone.

Melanie glanced up and caught Phil's watery, lapdog gaze in the mirror.

She glanced away, feeling a bit warmer than before.

As they were driving through the main part of town, Bea suddenly exclaimed, "Stop the car! I want to get out. At least I can amuse myself by going through the stores."

Phil obediently pulled over to the curb, stopping in a passenger loading zone.

Remembering the instructions she had been given when she was hired, Melanie asked, "Mind if I tag along with you?"

"Yes, I do mind!" Bea snapped, and got out. "I'll see you at the hotel later."

Phil smiled at Melanie in his mirror.

Now what's he going to try to pull? she wondered.

She soon found out. When they stopped in front of the hotel, the chauffeur said to Scotty, "I suppose your dad would want you to register for the family."

"Yeah, okay," the youth replied, and hopped out.

"You and me can ride up in the elevator from the garage, Miss Jones," Phil said, and quickly moved the car forward before she had a chance to alight.

He turned into the entrance of the subterranean garage and cruised down the ramp. It was a cavernous, dimly lit basement where cars were parked in rows.

Phil drove all the way to the back of the garage, pulling into a space next to the wall. Melanie nervously glanced about and saw no one in that part of the huge room. She felt a quickening of her pulse.

She ought to, tell the nasty little man to go to the devil, she thought. But on the other hand, if he wanted to demean himself and give pleasure to her without demanding anything in return…

He tossed a quick glance over the seat at her as he stopped the car-just to check her expression and confirm that she was willing, she supposed. Her look must have satisfied him, because he quickly slid out of the driver's seat, shut the door, and opened the rear door.

Melanie twisted slightly on the seat to face and she spread her legs.

"Well, come on!" she murmured hoarsely and demandingly as she shut her eyes. Her cheeks were hot.

Phil, the chauffeur, did not have to be invited twice. He scrambled into the car, kneeling on the floor between her knees. (There was plenty of room in the back seat of the Cadillac limo.) His fat hand pushed Melanie's skirt hip-high.

He groaned in lustful pleasure as he took in the tapering loveLincss of her legs. She wore beige, cobwebby nylons, their tops expanded by the fullness of her thighs and drawn into peaks by the tug of her white garter straps. The cream-toned skin above them was lickably smooth.

Phil took hold, of her legs behind the knees and lifted them into the air, spreading them ever wider apart.

Her brain reeled. They were in a public place. What if someone were to approach?

Phil seemed to give no thought to the risk. His attention was mesmerized by the converging columns of the young teacher's thighs and by the strip of mint-green nylon covering the hinge between them.

He bowed.

"Oooh, God-why don't you take my pants off?" Melanie groaned as the chauffeur licked wetly along a crotch elastic of her green silk briefs.

He paid no mind, evidently enjoying the presence of her panties, at least for the moment. He licked along each edge of their center strip, then around, following an elastic where it embraced a spongy-firm, pale buttock. He licked upward along the back of that thigh, which along with the other one, still pointed into the air, to form a wide V.

Melanie was getting wet from his saliva, and from something else: Her sexual nectar oozed to moisten the crotch-strip of her panties and impregnate them with the fragrance of her arousal. The nasty chauffeur seemed to detect that right away, and he let her legs fall to hook over his upper arms as he nuzzled the center of her silk pants, inhaling.

"Aaaaaw… " Melanie said, squirming, rubbing the crotch of her panties against his nose and mouth. He licked the smooth nylon, and his saliva mingled with her honey, which seeped from the other side.

At the same time, Phil blindly pawed upward on the front of her dress, rubbing her firm nubbies through her dress and light brassiere. His pudgy fingers hooked her scoop neckLinc, drawing it down at one side along with her flimsy bra-cup. A titty popped out.

"My God! Oooh, you're stripping me naked!" Melanie moaned.

The chauffeur raised his head and stared at the pink-tipped, shapely breast he had uncovered. Then he shut his eyes and fastened his moist, thick lips around the promontory. As he sucked Melanie's throbbing nipple, she squirmed, vibrating her titty against his face.

His hands dropped and, while continuing to suck her tit, he reached up underneath her skirt to take hold of the top of her panties. She wriggled to help him pull her panties out from under her hot bottom, and the plush fabric of the car seat tickled her ass.

The chauffeur pulled her pants along her thighs, and she drew her legs together. He worked the green undergarment over her knees, down her lower legs, and off, dropping the wad of soft, damp nylon onto the floor of the limousine.

He spread her legs wide apart once more, while leaving her breast sticking out, and he socked his face into her soft, slitted crotch.

"Aaagh!" she exhaled harshly and hooked her stocking-clad legs around the back of his head.

Her eyes rolled as her head was tossed back, and her mouth gaped wetly while the cunt-loving chauffeur dipped his tongue into the juicy feast between her thighs. He lapped up swallow after swallow of tangy-tasting girl juice, tickling her clit delectably with each stroke of his tongue.

Her fragrant, soft crotch squirmed against his face, and her legs flexed rhythmically around his trapped head. He reached up and flicked the crest of her quivering titty, then tugged on her nipple, stretching it out, as he enlarged his licking of her pussy to take in its lightly-fuzzed outer lips.

Finally he grasped her legs once more, lifting them to rock her backward, and he pressed his face against the bulges of her buttocks. His wet tongue split them. Melanie yelped, bobbing up and down, her legs flexing in the air, as the dirty chauffeur licked her spasming, tingling asshole.

She came.

Jacking him off later was the least she could do, she thought, after he had given so much pleasure to her. With a puppy-dog look in his eyes, he had asked her to do it, and now she actually enjoyed it as they stood next to the car in the garage which was deserted, except for them.

It gave her a great sense of command to grip his throbbing, short penis firmly and to roll his foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans, as he'd instructed. She stroked faster and faster, smiling as he squirmed with delight. When he spurted into the open, his sperm splatting onto the concrete floor, Melanie got another orgasmic throb.