Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

The dually impaled woman bawled, and then began to come. Her asshole rippled spastically up and down Hal's stroking cock, and her pussy gulped in passionate convulsions at the prick that speared it. Hal was the first man to let out a groan, accompanied by a spurting of his liquid lust up her rear. Feeling the other man's cock twitch gave Ronnie the final fillip to set him off, and he pumped his sperm into her hotly contracting pussy. She felt flooded by the double dose of jism that irrigated both compartments, She shook and moaned, her own orgasm reaching a feverish pitch before she finally calmed, slumping against Ronnie as Hal settled atop her soft rump.

The shrinking of the cock which was stuck far up her rectum, and the softening of the other in her cunt, relieved her pressure, and discomfort gave way to pure bliss. With a pop, Hal pulled his poontanger from her clasping rear hole, and Ronnie slithered his penis from her pussy.

Satisfaction turned to anxiety as, Bea considered how she would get her husband to pay off the nasty studs. She would have to go to him directly, she realized, because there was no way of getting Sam or anyone else to come to her rescue this time.

The conclusion was only strengthened when Hal and Ronnie showed her the incriminating photo they had taken and they made specific their demand: fifty thousand dollars in cold cash!

Bea hated them once more by the time she left.

"Linc…?" Bea purred as she came up behind her husband, who was seated, going over a press release which Lou had prepared and Ted was about to issue. She ran her hands down her husband's chest, inside his jacket, and let her titties rest against his head. Her bare titties. She wore only panties, a garter belt, stockings and high heels.

"How about a little nookey to get your mind off the campaign?" she suggested.

"But I don't want to get my mind off the campaign, damn it!" Linc said, still perusing the paper in front of him. "I want to win!"

"You'll win," Bea assured him. "Provided you stay fresh and chipper. Men need sex for that."

"Oooh, shit, Beatrice, leave me alone!" he demanded, and shrugged her off without turning around.

You asshole! she thought. But she didn't dare say it. She had to remain charming and seductive. The only place where she would dare tell Linc what she had done and ask for his support was in bed.

She did withdraw for the moment, stepping away from her husband's chair and lighting a cigarette.

"Well, did you read it?" Ted asked, entering the hotel room without knocking. He stared at Bea, bare-tittied in black lace panties and dark hose. "OOOoh, Christ, I'm sorry!" he said. "I didn't know you two wanted to be alone."

"I don't want to be alone!" Linc maintained. He still hadn't looked at his wife since she'd entered the room. "This second paragraph-do you think Lou's got the right angle there?"

He held up the paper so that Ted could read it. The young PR man seemed reluctant to tear his gaze away from Bea, who nonchalantly smoked her cigarette.

"Let's see… " Ted half-mumbled the text. "Yeah! It's okay. If you come out too flat-footed on that issue, you'll polarize opinion too early in the campaign. Let's see what the opposition does first."

"Okay. Hand it out."

Linc got up and glanced at his wife. "For Christ's sake, Beatrice, put some clothes on!"

Miffed, she swivel-hipped to Ted, holding her cigarette out to the side as Bette Davis used to do in her early movies. "Do I offend you, Ted?" she asked.

"Gosh, no!" he said, grinning and shaking his head.

"If you want to screw her, be my guest," Linc offered. "She promised me that she would not pick up any strangers during the campaign, and she must be getting antsy. I've got to have a last talk with Sam before we pull out of this town."

Linc left the room without giving his half naked wife another glance.

"Did he mean that?" Ted asked, gazing lustfully at her.

"Of course he meant it! Remember when he caught you playing with my tits at that party?" she asked. "He didn't seem upset, did he?"

"No, but he was drunk."

"That doesn't make any difference. We have an open marriage."

"Well, do you want to get it on?" Ted asked, obviously eager.

"No. I'm too upset right now. I was hoping to get Linc into bed because I've got to work on him to get some money."

"Don't tell me you have to resort to those tactics to get your allowance," Ted said.

"Don't be silly." Bea turned away and took a thoughtful puff on her cigarette. "I need big money. I'm in trouble."

Ted eyed her sumptuous ass in the black panties that embraced it. Her pale skin gleamed through the lacy border and dramatized the fullness of her thighs above her stocking tops.

"Is there anything I can do?" he offered.

"No," Bea said. Then abruptly an idea struck her, and she whirled about, her tits swinging.

The young man worked his hands, as if they were aching to grasp her supple melons.

"Maybe you can do something," she said. "You've got an athletic build. Are you afraid to fight?"

"Fight! Shit, Bea, what on earth are you talking about?"

She walked up to him and pressed her titties against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him. "There's a young guy blackmailing, me," she said, gazing up into Ted's eyes. "He's got a picture and he's demanding money from me before. he'll hand it over. He's, not nearly as big as you are, and I'm sure he doesn't own a gun."

"What kind of picture is it?" Ted asked, the gathering firmness of his penis letting her know that he appreciated her half-nude body being pressed against him.

"It shows me sucking his cock," Bea said matter-of-factly.

"Who the hell is he?" Ted's excitement increased.

"A prick who works in a department store. I just-picked him up."

"Jesus Christ, Bea!" Ted exclaimed, and his hands came up between them to grasp her boobs.

She raised to her lips the cigarette she'd been holding and she took a puff. Ted bent and licked a wide beige aureole as he held her breast up, then fastened his lips around the nub of her nipple. He sucked, elongating the rubbery stem.

"Will you help me?" Bea asked.

Ted hungrily switched his mouth to her other tit, and she noted that the front of his trousers was protruding. She clutched his risen penis through his pants.

"Do it for me!" he panted, raising his head. "God, Bea, suck my cock and I'll do anything!"

He was too young and handsome to be hard up for sex, Bea felt sure, and she doubted that he had a special yen for her. It was only because she was Linc's wife. Well, that was okay. She would give him what he wanted… and most probably enjoy it.

She backed up and snuffed out her cigarette in an ashtray, her titties quivering as she ground the butt against the glass. She sat on a chair.

"All right, darling, bring it to Mama," she said.

Ted quickly ripped open his pants, let his prick spear out, and walked to her. Bea curled cool fingers around his sizable, very virile shaft, and rolled back his foreskin. His pink bulb burst forth, its teasy subtle fragrance rising in her nostrils as she bowed her head.

She licked his cock first as the turgid bulb quivered against her tongue and he gazed down, taking in the delightful sight. Then she widened her rouged lips and wrapped them around his knob. She rolled her eyes upward as she sucked him, swirling her wet tongue about his blissfully throbbing glans.

The door opened, and Melanie entered.

"My goodness!" she exclaimed, her cheeks turning pink, and she quickly turned around and left.

Ted fucked his prick feverishly between Bea's silken, wet lips, and he came, spurting his thick sperm over her tongue and down her gulping throat. She kept sucking as he pumped, and she swallowed all his jism down.