Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" she said, heating up. "Twiddle my ditty!"

Sam reached underneath her, found her prominent love-tip, which was turgid, and he rubbed it between folds of velvety, moist flesh.

"Aaaaaaah!" she said, and bobbed her ass faster.

Sam didn't have to move any more. She was providing all the action. Her asshole gulped at his cock, all but chewing it up and digesting it as her hips swiveled and bumped.

"Nowwwww!" she cried, and he pinched her clit hard.

She came, jerking and moaning, as Sam's prick quivered in the clutches of her asshole, spurting wet sperm deep within her rectum.

Later, on arriving in her husband's suite, he wanted to know where she had been.

"I was just about ready to put out an alarm," he said.

"Ooooh, I met one of the wives, and she insisted that we have a drink together. You know how it is."

"Sure you didn't meet a man?" Linc asked, watching her closely.

"I told you, darling, that I wouldn't do that during the campaign."

"Okay. Just so you remember."

She sighed, hoping Sam could deliver the cash in the morning.

Sam got her the five thousand, from where she didn't know or care. He had his ways… Of one thing Bea was certain-it wasn't his own money. Even in this day of so called full disclosure, there were always loose funds floating around in a political campaign, and Sam had access to them. That's why Bea had gone to him.

She phoned the blackmailer, Ronnie Wilson, and set up an appointment. He had stayed home from work that day, pleading illness, and he demanded that she come to his apartment. She had reservations about that, but what could she do?

She took a taxi to the cheap apartment house on the edge of the downtown district. Ronnie opened his door promptly when she knocked. He was all smiles as she entered the apartment.

"Here!" she said bitterly, taking a sheaf of bills from her purse with a rubber band around them. She threw them at the smirking fellow.

He counted them, stuck them into his pocket, and said, "It's nice doing business with you, Mrs. Townsend."

"Prick!" she replied, and turned to leave.

"Hey, what's your hurry?" Ronnie asked as he moved quickly past her and stood in front of the door.

"What are you trying to pull?" she demanded. "I paid you off."

"Sure, and I appreciate it. But I want something more. I could still tell my story, you know."

Bea shut her eyes. She had heard that one was never free from a blackmailer, and she supposed it was true.

"What else do you want?" she asked dismally.

"Some fun. I was thinking it might be a kick to have the next governor's wife suck me off."

Bea's eyes popped open. "Is that it, then? Will you definitely leave me alone if I do that?"

"Sure."

Bea knew she couldn't believe him. But it was worth a try, since a suck off didn't amount to much. She sank to her knees and opened the young man's trousers.

Under different conditions, she would have enjoyed the act. As it was, she just wanted to get it over with.

She brought out Ronnie's soft cock and bracketed its stem between her thumb and fingers. She bent and licked his glans, buffeting it about.

"Yeeeeeah!" he breathed, looking down. "Work it all over, honey!"

She ought to bite him, she thought. But she didn't dare do that.

His cockhead swelled, and, his shaft stiffened up. Bea licked along it until it was straight as a pole and sticking upward. Then she caught his plump, tasty glans in her mouth and began to suck. She pumped her head.

A flash went off.

Releasing Ronnie's prick, she jerked her head in the direction of the sudden, brief illumination, and saw another young man holding a Polaroid camera.

"Meet a good friend of mine, Mrs. Townsend," Ronnie said. "His name's Hal."

"You filthy assholes!" she cried, springing to her feet.

Ronnie's prick remained rigid. "Oh, let's not call names, honey! We're gonna have to get along with one another from now on. First, why don't you finish what you started, hm?"

Ignoring his suggestion, she demanded, "Why did you take that picture? I gave you money!"

"Yeah, but not enough. The evidence Hal's got developing there, on that little piece of paper, ought to get me a lot more, I figure. And, what the hell-your husband can afford it! He's rich."

Bea felt lightheaded, and she feared she might faint.

"Get down again," Ronnie urged. "Hal, why don't you get in on this, too?"

The other young man set down the camera and the print which was developing. Lanky and long-nosed, he moved up to stand next to Ronnie as the latter applied pressure to Bea's shoulders, causing her already weakened knees to give way. She landed heavily on them and stared at Ronnie's penis, which had slumped only a little. Hal opened his pants and took out his soft organ. A few strokes by his hand brought it to stunning erection-longer than Ronnie's, which also rose to full tilt.

The position in which Bea found herself, was a cocksucker's delight-kneeling before two horny Youthful Studs: who obviously desired the service which her clasping, gliding lips could provide. But she was so distraught over the blackmail peril that she didn't throw herself into the act with her customary gusto.

Ronnie forced the issue by gripping her expensively coiffed brunette head, pointing it in his direction, and pushing the bald knob of his prick against her lips.

"Aaaaawwwwwwgh!" she groaned, taking him in and clasping her hot lips in the groove behind his glans. She shut her eyes arid began to suck his cockhead.

Ronnie grinned and tossed a wink at Hal. The latter gave his own cock a few hand strokes while he watched the woman service his friend. Bea's mouth glided forward and back, her encircling lips skidding slickly on Ronnie's hard rod. Suddenly the long-haired fellow pulled out, and his dick flipped upward, trailing a strand of her saliva.

"Time to give Hal a break," Ronnie suggested as Bea's eyes popped open.

"You mean bastards!" she complained throatily. "I shouldn't do this."

"Bullshit!" Ronnie replied. "Just because we're gonna work a deal on your husband, that doesn't mean we can't all have fun together. Hal, give her a taste of your joint."

The lanky fellow held his prick and moved forward, offering its bare purplish bulb to Bea's glistening lips. She seized it and pumped her head forward and back. Hal writhed pleasurably to her heated cocksucking…

Her eyes, rolled." She was in seventh heaven. Too bad these boys were demanding money, Everything would have been so perfect otherwise!

After giving Hal's long, rigid tool about a dozen gliding, lip-clasping strokes, she let his plump cockhead pop noisily from her sucking mouth, and she returned to Ronnie's dong. She pumped her mouth on it.

"Shit, man!" Ronnie chuckled to his friend. "Have you ever seen such a hot mama?"

"Christ, no! She gives great head! It's a shame we have to shake her down."

"We aren't shaking her down. We're gonna get it from her old man."

That was right, Bea decided as she sucked Ronnie's prick. It was Linc who would have to pay, and he could afford it. He was rich enough to buy, the gubernatorial election with his own money if state law had permitted. So it wouldn't hurt him to pay these fellows a little. It was just going to be embarrassing for her to admit she had let herself get trapped. But she would worry about that later, she decided, as she enjoyed the tangy taste and rock-hard feel of Ronnie's cock gliding between her lips.

He withdrew once again, and she lunged at Hal to engorge his dandy dick. She pumped her head heatedly, her o-shaped lips plunging low on his seven-inch shaft so that his cock-knob throbbed in her throat.

"Jesus Christ! Let's get her on the fucking bed!" Hal cried.