Allan Taylor - Swap party campaign

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh!" Ruth moaned. His cock finally fucking into her was sending thrills racing along the base of her spine as she felt the savage rhythm of his prick screwing into her pussy from behind. There was no respite, as she felt the lean weight of his pelvis crush hard against her asscheeks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he fucked his prick as deep inside her hungry, wet cunt as it would go.

But this was not enough for her fuck-crazy lover.

"Shake it, Mrs. Connors!" he gasped through his tightly clenched teeth. "Shake it good!"

Ruth complied without hesitation. Her smoothly curved asscheeks rotated as she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her hips back against his driving cock as though she were glued to it. She could feel him fucking into her more steadily now, the sight of her unrestrained body inciting him to faster and harder efforts. Her breath came in spasmodic puffings now as she droned out her passion into the mattress, her face turned sideways so that all he could see was the effect his fucking was having in the mirror on the wall. Her lips opened and closed in groaning torment, half in pleasure and ecstasy from the sensations burning through her nerves, and half in fear she would be ripped asunder by the hard, pounding cock that was screwing into her cunt.

Behind her, Dan could feel himself building toward his cum. He knew it would be soon and began to fuck her faster, battering mercilessly the trembling cheeks of her fleshy ass with his hard, driving hips. His hands grabbed her slender waist and squeezed the flaccid flesh as he stared down at her curvaceously bucking body.

"Man!" he shouted hoarsely. "Man, oh man!"

She thrust back her wetly gripping cunt against Dan's deeply fucking cock so she could accept every fraction of his massively throbbing prick deep up inside of her pussy.

And then, she felt her insides erupt in great hot flashes of intense fire, tunneling through her veins in a never-ending torment of mounting pleasure. She felt her thighs and asscheeks swept wide apart in one last savage rush as Dan fucked into her cunt with an overwhelming cum. He cried out: "Aaaaaiiiiieeeeee!" as she felt his white, hot cum juice filling her cunt passage with a tremendous charge. She could feel it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would drown inside. There were several convulsive jerkings of his hips against the softly trembling cheeks of her ass, and then he fell forward over her back, pushing her face down onto the mattress.

Dan lifted himself, exhausted, from her back. There was a cool rush of air between her legs as his limp cock withdrew, and then the well-satiated wife rolled over onto her back and lay still, unable to move or care, wondering how they could ever top the fucking they had had that afternoon.

Ruth met her husband John at one o'clock the next day for lunch with the head of the Republican Party in Pleasureville. They had made reservations at the most popular restaurant among the executives of the town. For the better customers, there was a private room in the back if they wanted a private lunch, or there was the main room, decorated like a classic French restaurant and a delightful retreat from the hectic world of the businessman. John had reserved the back room for he had serious business to conduct, and it had to be done with discretion, where they could nevertheless enjoy the excellent cuisine of the restaurant.

The meal had been divine and they were just starting on their coffee. Ruth was no longer participating in the lively conversation with Andrew Blaine because she knew that John was now zeroing in on the real reason for the luncheon. They wanted and needed the influential Mr. Blaine's assistance if John Connors was going to be elected the new mayor, and she had agreed to help all she could with her cunt.

He had never shown himself friendly to John Connors and had delighted in making derogatory statements to the press about John's way-out ideas whenever he got the chance. He was an old bastard, and it was going to take a lot of charming to get him to openly support John. Ruth was looking forward to the part of charming him right up between her nakedly spread thighs. He was a sexy-looking old codger! She rose to go to the ladies' room. The wine was making her feel a nice glow and she walked slowly toward the private toilet accommodations for the back room. She seemed to be able to feel the eyes of the two men upon her sensuously swaying asscheeks as she moved away from their table, and she felt proud to be such a good-looking woman helping her husband in his bid for mayor. When she returned, she noted that the mood between John and Andrew Blaine had softened considerably, and she wondered if John had already succeeded in getting an endorsement from him.

When in his turn John said that he had a telephone call to make and left the room, Ruth turned to Blaine and asked, "How's it going?"

Blaine placed his hand upon Ruth's knee underneath the table. He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His shrewd dark eyes looked intently into hers, and Ruth could not help wanting to reach out and tear the clothes from his body and have him fuck her silly right there in the restaurant. It was true that they were alone in the back room, but John would be back at any moment. Andrew Blaine's hand felt like a branding iron on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as it went and touching along the smoothly tanned length of her thighs.

"Oh Andrew…" she sighed. She longed for his touch, though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum dizzily, and she was filled with a strong desire for cock that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the wetly throbbing spot of her pussy, she was already getting wetter and wetter as Blaine's fingers moved steadily up.

"Oh…" she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner wetness of her red hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate heatedly. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there. She and John had agreed to let Blaine fuck her if he wanted, if it would get him to support John Connors for mayor.

Blaine's fingers advanced across the bare top of Ruth's thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic pussy band of her silken panties and let the tip of it sink into the wetness of her hotly trembling cunt.

"Ooooooooh!" Ruth cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated, hair-lined confines of her soaking wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Ruth felt in her loins.

"You are a beautiful woman," Blaine said suddenly, and there was an urgency in his voice that made Ruth aware that he was excited too.

"Thank you, Mr. Blaine!" she replied.

She remembered the other men she had been fucked by to further John's career. Both she and John enjoyed these career-advancing seductions and it had so far done nothing but good, for here was John on his way to being mayor!

She was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes as she felt his finger move in her cunt. It was so exciting when another man fucked her!

"I want to fuck you," he said continuing his lazy friction up between her creamlike white thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise your husband and put on a little show for him right now. I think we all would get a big kick out of it!" She didn't seem to be able to answer him, as his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy and the waves of desire continued to traverse her voluptuous body.

She felt a rush of lust as her husband returned. There was no time to answer.