Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

"Take my… panties off." she panted.

It would be better if he didn't undress her completely, she thought, so that she could run from the apartment as soon as she got her hands on the blackmail picture… if she was lucky.

Charlie's fingers curled around her blue briefs, and he slowly pulled the silken undergarment down, drawing it out from underneath her bottom. That placed her pussy and the sensitive, little dimple of her ass in direct, ticklish contact with the worn velour of the sofa.

Charlie pleasurably pulled her panties along her twisty legs and off, dropping them onto the rug. Now when he spread her thighs wide apart and lifted them in the air, there was nothing to conceal her sensuous sexual features from his avid gaze… and nothing to shield them from his eager kiss.

"Ooooooooh!" Melanie moaned as his mouth pressed her soft, moist pussy and his tongue obtained slithering entry.

As he licked in and out of her wildly palpitating cunt, she flexed her stockinged legs in the air, stretching her garters. Scorching thrills streamed through her, causing her passionate juices to flow, dribbling onto the man's audaciously questing tongue.

He licked the red-hot tip of her clit, and she squealed.

The fact that this had all happened so quickly, and with a total stranger, made Melanie even more excited than usual. The element of danger also helped. She totally lost control and wrapped her stocking-clad legs around the fellow's bushy head, squeezing him for dear life and holding his face smack against her quivering, mushy-warm cunt.

As he writhed on his knees in her serpentine head-grip, holding the outside of her garter-clad thighs and swaying her to and fro, his stubby prick speared out through the previously opened fly of his trousers. He slurped hungrily at her pussy until his nose was all but suffocated by her sweet-scented, fluffy mons, and he had to tear her legs from about his head. He stood up.

Melanie stared at his cock, which stood right in front of her. His foreskin was losing the battle to contain his bulging, bluish cockhead. The moist lip of hood attracted the excited girl, and she bent to lick it, circling the end of his gland with her delightful tongue.

Charlie groaned with pleasure and clutched her around the head. He pulled her toward him, causing her lips to push back his foreskin as his damp, tangy glans popped into her mouth. She sucked it, moaning deep in her throat. Charlie reached down and teased her titties through her bra and blouse.

He began to roll forward and back on the balls of his feet, stroking his slippery cock between her clasping, silken-smooth lips. He fucked deeper and deeper into her wet, warm mouth. Her lips applied circular pressure which glided the entire length of his short, rigid rod. She sucked ravenously.

The phone, which stood next to the sofa, rang.

"Aaw, shit!" Charlie rasped.

He squirmed, letting the phone ring two more times, as the pretty blonde cocksucked him. Then he leaned to snatch the receiver from its cradle.

"Yeah?" he rasped, breathing hard.

Continuing to suck his cock, Melanie paid no attention to the phone conversation until she, heard him say:

"Yeah, Sam, I know somebody will be here with the money at noon. Duke will be back by then. Okay. Good-bye."

Melanie had let his prick escape from her mouth, and it was sticking up, moist with her saliva.

"Come on, baby," he said after hanging up the phone. "Give me some more of that good lovin'!"

"Who were you talking to?" Melanie asked.

"Huh?"

"The man on the phone-you called him Sam. Sam who?"

"Why the fuck do you care?" Charlie asked, perplexed.

Melanie had hoped he might blurt it out, but he wasn't quite as stupid as she had thought. "Oooh, it doesn't matter. I was just curious," she said, and bent to resume sucking his cock.

He pushed her away. "We don't have no more time for that," he said. "Let me just fuck you, huh?"

He stripped off his jacket, revealing a revolver in a holster strapped to his chest.

"Ooooh, my goodness!" Melanie exclaimed, looking at the gun.

"Don't let that bother you," Charlie advised, and took off the harness, dropping it onto a chair. He quickly shed his pants.

"Hey, take your blouse off, baby," he said. "I wanta see your tits."

"Ooh, you don't care about them," she said. "Just get on top of me and put your cock into my body!"

This heatedly delivered demand was one which Charlie couldn't resist, and, after she stretched out on the couch, he immediately mounted her. He hadn't' bothered to take his boxer shorts down, but proceeded to fuck her through the flap of them, driving his short pole into her ready cunt.

She writhed, moaning voluptuously, and her muscular young vagina clutched him in its moist, warm embrace. He drove in and out, in and out, through the snug portal of her pussy and as deeply into her welcoming snatch as he could reach. She squirmed around him, bringing him on and helping herself, as well.

This fucking was not as good as either of the two Linc had given her, but she found it exciting, just the same-particularly because it was from a man she had met just minutes before and whose name, she suddenly realized, she did not even know!

She undulated her body more actively, reaching for as much prick as he could give her, which was little more than half of what Linc had supplied. Still, it was thick and hard and good.

She hooked her legs around the backs of the man's hairy thighs and fucked fiercely.

Through her mind tumbled the name she had heard him speak into the phone: Sam. It was common enough, but how many Sam's knew the blackmail money would be paid at noon? Melanie could think of only one.

While Charlie jostled her on the sofa with the jackhammer plunges of his prick, her glassy gaze swept to the chair where his gun lay… almost within reach. She feared she would have to act quickly. The man named Duke would be returning soon. Sam himself might even come over-and if he was Linc's campaign manager, as she suspected, he couldn't afford to let her return and tell the tale.

"Fuck me harder… faster!" she begged, making her belly bob rapidly to, quicken his jabbing thrusts.

Her own excitement surged. Despite her distraction with the blackmail scheme, she could not resist going for the passion-prize which beckoned, and she felt herself approach it as the man's strokes took on greater frenzy. She squealed and kicked her legs as he stopped stroking and twitched, spurting his semen into her while she climaxed. They heaved together, clutching and quivering, then she fell limp beneath his bulk and, after a few moments, he pulled out.

"Wow, that was sure good!" he said. "And to think, you just came here to take a survey!"

As soon as he had stepped into his trousers and was momentarily immobilized, Melanie lunged from the sofa, grasped his gun from the chair, and rose totteringly to her feet. She backed toward the door.

"Give me that photograph!" she demanded of the startled Charlie.

He dropped his pants in shock. "What do you know about that?" he demanded.

"Never mind!" Melanie snapped. "Just pull up your pants and get that picture or I'll shoot!"

"Jesus Christ, take it easy!" he said, staring at the gun.

With trembling hands, he brought his trousers into place and fastened them. He turned toward the bedroom, with Melanie right behind him.

"That was Sam Christopher you were talking with on the phone, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, Yeah."

Charlie reached under the mattress of a disheveled bed and brought out a small rectangular piece of stiff paper. He held it up, and Melanie saw that it portrayed Bea sucking a man's cock.

"Give it to me!" she demanded, and her hand shook as she tried to hold the gun steady.

Charlie's expression changed. He seemed to be looking past her, and she wondered what was the matter with him.