Richard Travis - Another suck wife

Tim and Doris Bladine were married for the second time in a colorful church wedding while their two children looked on, smiling blissfully for the television cameras. Doris, of course, was in virgin white. Tim kissed her lovingly after their vows were completed, then repeated the gesture several times for photographers.

The Bladine campaign for Mayor immediately became a family affair, blunting if not killing Curry's charges of domestic shambles in the Bladine family.

Money and a well-publicized campaign were essential to political success, but money alone wouldn't do the job.

Tim Bladine, the political pro, got almost sixty percent of the votes. A landslide!

Kitty followed the counting of the returns with intense interest, her bitterness long gone. She decided early in the game that she couldn't make plans to take care of Kitty, if she allowed bitterness to cloud her thinking. She made two plans, one for either outcome. Once she thought through each plan she didn't give a damn who won.

She expected Harold to call with the bad news, which he did, sounding lower than a snake in a gully.

"We lost," he said simply.

Kitty paused. "Lost what?"

"The election. Everything!"

"Oh, that. I'm so sorry, Harold, really. Tell Sarah I said hello."

She hung up before he could start blabbering his problems.

Kitty didn't wait for a call from Tim, which she knew he wouldn't make. Why should he? He no longer had any need for her. She picked up the phone and put in a direct call to Doris Bladine.

"We need to talk, privately," she said, her voice strictly business – hard as granite.

"You've got a lot of nerve! Calling me!"

"Actually, it was Clyde's idea," Kitty replied.

"Clyde?"

"You do remember Clyde, don't you?"

Doris paused to settle her voice, to hide the mixture of fear and hope that lurked heatedly in her swirling mind. The mention of Clyde created an image of nothing but cock – no face, no smile, no words – just cock. The head of his cock filled one end of her vivid imagination. His lovely balls filled the other end. The only thing in between was hard cock.

"What, what about Clyde?" she asked, unable to hide the desire she felt.

"We'll talk," Kitty said, giving her the address of a small dimly lit bar just outside of Phoenix.

Doris hesitated.

"Be there in thirty minutes," Kitty said, replacing the receiver.

When Doris Bladine arrived at the bar and joined Kitty in an isolated booth in the rear, she was composed and ready far action. It would take more than a young housewife with a hot pussy to back her into a corner.

"I'm listening," she said coldly, avoiding the introductory niceties.

Ta her surprise, that was just the way Kitty wanted it – strictly business.

"I happen to know you aren't getting any – Mrs. Bladine," Kitty said, starting with a straight right to Doris' surprised face. "I also happen to know that once the glamour and excitement of being the city's First Lady wear off, your pussy is going to get hungry enough to gobble corncobs."

"You crude, filthy-mouthed little…"

Kitty smiled. "Do you want to play games and stretch this out? Or wouldn't you rather get all our cards on the table and talk business?"

"You mentioned something about Clyde," Doris said, unable to hide her interest.

"He's got a beautiful cock, hasn't he?"

Doris started to appear indignant, but decided she was up against her match. "Very beautiful."

"Now you're making sense." Kitty smiled. "Clyde's rigged up this gadget – a bunch of webbing that holds you over his bed. It's like you're floating on a cloud, drifting up and down on that fantastic cock of his, up and down, back and forth, around and around. You don't have to move a muscle, just relax in those silk-like webs and float up and down on his massive cock until even your ears have organs. Care to try it?"

Doris' breath caught in her throat as she pictured such a scene. Her hand drifted unconsciously between her legs, feeling a damp patch begin to spread.

"You got the picture all right!" Kitty pinned.

"How could I possibly get away with it?" Doris asked.

It was the question Kitty had been waiting for. "I can fix it," she replied. "I can make all the arrangements, discreetly of course, and provide you with scheduled meetings to be elsewhere as well as witnesses that you were there."

"What kind of meetings? With who?"

"With me, to discuss city business."

Doris laughed. "You! Why should I trust you?"

"Trust has nothing to do with it," Kitty replied firmly. "Here's the deal…"

Kitty talked non-stop for fifteen straight minutes, then opened herself up to questions. There were none. She had made herself perfectly clear.

"You've thought this through very well," Doris smiled, suddenly admiring the housewife with the hot pussy. "Very well indeed." She paused. "What if I refuse to go along?"

Kitty smiled confidently, "You won't," she said, signaling the water. "Brink us a phone. My friend has an important telephone call to make."

Doris looked at Kitty's determined eyes as Kitty handed her the receiver. "You're awfully sure of yourself."

"Admit it, Doris, your pussy's dripping wet right now just thinking of that magnificent cock. Look! Even your mouth is beginning to water! You're wondering if you might even try to take it in the ass, right?"

Doris grabbed the receiver and began punching the numbers of the Mayor's private line.

"Kitty has a proposition I want you to give careful attention," she said, then paused to listen, her eyes becoming darker by the second as the Mayor talked. "Let me put it this way, Tim," she said, her eyes squinting like a cat about to jump a mouse. "I consider it a proposition you can't refuse!"

She hung up before the Mayor could respond and smiled at Kitty. "The rest is up to you," she said. "Don't worry." Kitty smiled. "I can handle my end."

Doris looked from Kitty's eyes down to her ass. "I have all the confidence in the world in your ability to handle both ends," she replied.

Kitty slipped Doris written directions to Clyde's place in Flagstaff.

"He'll be expecting you tomorrow afternoon," she said.

Kitty lost no time getting to City Hall where she was immediately ushered into the Mayor's office. He was with a secretary who stood beside him behind his vast, shiny desk. She was bending over some papers he held, her shapely ass pointed toward a window overlooking Jefferson Street.

Kitty smiled. If the drapes were open that ass could stop traffic.

"We can finish this later," the Mayor said. Both he and Kitty watched as the secretary wiggled out the door.

Tim leaned back, nodding for Kitty to take a seat on the opposite side of his vast desk. "What can I do for you?"

Kitty by-passed the defenses of his desk by merely walking around it.

"I want Harold to get the contracts he was promised by Rone Curry," she stated.

Harold laughed. "Your husband's man lost Kitty, lost bad."

"Somebody has to get those contracts. Harold's firm can do the job as well as anybody, and you know it."

"You're overlooking the political facts, Kitty. Successful politicians don't help their enemies get city business."

Kitty smiled, bending over his desk as his secretary had done, pointing her ass at the window.

"Unless there's something in it for him." She smiled.

Her fingers began working his fly. Tim sat passively as she zipped it down and reached into silk shorts in search of warm cock-meat.

"You're wasting your time, Kitty," he said.

"Am I?"

She took the soft head of his shriveled cock in her mouth, sucking gently. The softness began to swell and harden.

"I can't just grant contracts to…"

Kitty took his entire prick in one open-mouthed gobble, sucking gently, regularly.