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I'll Drop My Panties for U

By: mitchawa



"I'll drop my panties for you," a voice whispers to me as large breasts push into my back.

Without turning I ask, "Do I know you?"

"No, but we can change that." She molds her body to my backside.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask remaining calm finishing my glass of Dewar's.

"You're a tall handsome man whose presence has stirred my juices all evening. Would you like to stir them horizontally?"

"I'm working right now." 

"I think you need some R and R." She slides her breasts back and forth. "Oooah, that makes my nipples hard."

Turning around slowly, I'm face to face with a thirtish red head with green eyes. She's beautiful, half a foot shorter than me, and wearing a purple dress with a high collar that accents her physical assets. 

"Are you actually wearing panties?" 

"There are several ways you can find out." She says giggling with lust in her eyes.

"My room number is 1713. When you see me leave the room you're invited to join me, but I have several more contacts to make," I say ogling her.

"You'll never leave my sight."

I watch her fiddle back shape walk sensuously away.

* * *

I'm Tom McFerson a field operator for the Democratic Party. It's my job to talk with contributors but especially the wives of possible donors to the party's coffers and or to support Larson Parson's re-election campaign. It's now nine o'clock and I've been charming a large number of little old ladies and a few younger ones. I'm in this position because I am a life-long member of the party, because of my good looks, and because woman salivate at my open-friendly personality.

I usually leave fund raisers tired, a little drunk, and wondering if I'm doing the party any good. It'll be days, weeks, or even months before I find out if any of the husbands or the women themselves have contributed to the party. Tonight isn't the first time I've been propositioned by a possible donor or her daughter, but the only time I've been approached in such a bizarre way. 

I wonder if the gorgeous lady in the conservative purple dress is related to a politician, or a date, or a friend. It doesn't matter because I'm not going to turn down an offer from a female of such quality, and one who has a great pick up line.

Three more females are my prey this evening, and I compliment them, ask about their families, get them a drink, introduce them to someone they don't know, but I never leave them until I've asked them to consider making a substantial contribution to the party or in this case a candidate. The first two ladies are obviously submissive to their husbands and have no influence with them; the third one is probably the most important non-official in the crowd, because she married to the wealthiest man in the room, Lance Cabot. Mrs. Cabot is about fifteen years younger than her husband at about forty-five. She's had a bit too much to drink and she clings to my arm and every word. I go through my list of questions and requests and try to leave, but she doesn't let go.

"Mr. McFerson, do you mind if I call you Tom. It's such a pleasure to speak to someone who's not either an old woman or man. What do you do in your free time?" She asks smiling at me with perfect teeth.

"Tom is fine Mrs. Cabot."

"Please call me Margaret."

"Okay Margaret, I don't have much free time because it's late July, and all the campaigns are gearing up for the elections. Of course a large donation from your husband would make my job easier."

"Are you asking me to influence my husband's decision?"

I laugh. "That a little blunt but yes I would appreciate it if you would."

"How grateful would you be if I did so? If I did it for you? Would it help advance your career?" She asks holding me tighter.

I'm thunderstruck by her question. I look deep into drunken blue eyes, but eyes filled with lust. "I would be incredibly thankful, and yes a large contribution would probably get me a promotion."

"Would it help if I made a personal donation?"

I stare at her. "It certainly would. Two contributions from the same family would make my superiors happy--very happy."

"Okay, I'll donate five hundred thousand dollars." She says as though it was a number a hundred times less than that."

I gulp, my heard races, I perspire. "Thank you Mrs. Cabot that's incredibly generous of you."

"You can show me you gratitude by calling the number on this card sometime next week." She hands me an engraved business card with her name and phone number. "I only give these cards to very special people. You will call me won't you?"

I look into her blue eyes again and say, "You're the first item on my agenda next week."

"I'll let you go now because I noticed Mrs. Speakman talking to you earlier, and I believe she's waiting for you," she said knowingly. "I'll await your call." She releases my arm after giving me air kisses on both cheeks.

I walk away trembling. A half a million dollars is a large contribution for which I'll get credit and an offer from an MILF who more than likely wants to have sex. How is it possible that lightening can strike twice in the same evening?

* * *

Mrs. Julia Speakman leaves Tom McFerson standing in the darkened corner of the conference room thinking about the breath-taking slightly younger man. I love my husband, but he's a stud I can't pass up. He's good looking and has the body of Atlas. Being a politician's wife has it benefits. I get to go to lots of parties and to host a number of others. My name gets mentioned in the paper once in a while, and when we enter a fund raiser like this men and women, young and old, come flocking to us and to me. It gives me a wonderful feeling.

The down side of being married to a politician and having three small children is that I don't get much quality time with him. It's either the kids or politics that keeps us apart, and don't get the opportunity to speak with anyone who isn't either a child or an elderly person. Having time to myself is a good thing, but it doesn't do much for my sex life. Neal is either coming from or going to a meeting or a fund raiser, or he comes home tired and not interested in giving me what I want and need.

Looking around the room watching Tom entertain potential contributors with his presence makes me a little jealous. I haven't cheated on my husband before, but my hormones are screaming, fuck, fuck, fuck. I need some intimacy with a gorgeous man. I need a man who can satisfy the itch between my big toes. I hope he doesn't spend too much more time my panties are wet.

I join a group of friends and engage in the chit-chat common to women tied to politicians. As we talk, I keep a close eye on Tom. Right now he's being held in a vice grip by Margaret Cabot. Is she too soused to stand up by herself or is she putting the make on him? They talk on and on and I'm trying to pay attention to the conversation going on around me.

"Julia, Julia, this is earth calling?" Mary Condra asks.

I'm startled out of my revere. "I was just thinking about how long these affairs drag on."

"You know you're going to be here at least another two or three hours like the rest of us. You might have another drink to help you through the waiting." Mary says. 

"I think I'll do that."

I walk slowly toward the open bar just as Tom leaves Margarets side and heads for the door. My instincts are to follow him immediately, but I get a glass of Moscoto, take a sip, and walk toward the ladies room. I enter, pour my drink into the sink, and step into a stall to remove my panties. I want to surprise Tom, and to see how fast he has me in his arms. I exit the restroom and the reception hall walking quickly to the elevators. Two or three hours are a long time. I could have his cock in me for most of that time. At least long enough to have several orgasms. 

* * *

The tap on the door is faint. Pulling the door open I greet a smiling Julia holding a pair of purple panties in her hand. I laugh while grabbing the hand holding the clothe and drawing her into the room.

"I told you I'd drop my panties for you." She falls into my arms allowing the garment to drop to the floor as she places her mouth over mine. 

Our first kiss is long and tender.

"Umm, I wondered if you'd kiss as good as you look--you do." 

Our second kiss seems to last forever and it's passionate with tongues locked in a mating ritual while our heads wiggle to and fro, and our hands explore each others backs.

"I can't wait to see you." I reach for the zipper of her dress.

She steps back, bends over, takes the dress by the hem, and lifts it over her head. As she struggles to get the dress off her hands she says, "Is this one of the views you want to see?" 

"The purple bra and panties are perfect, but I want to see more."

She removes her panties and bra. Her pendulous breasts osculate to their natural position.

I cup them squeezing them gently, and rolling them in large circles. "They're beautiful, and they feel as good as they look."

"Not bad for a thirty year old and a mother of three."

"How much time do we have?" I bend and plant a kiss on each nipple.

"A couple of hours, how do we do this? This is my first time since I was married." She lowers her hands to cover her pubic hair and pussy.

"Not that way." I move her hands aside and caress her pubic hair.

She trembles when I first touch her, but she wiggles her hips under my finger and draws my head to her breasts.

I kiss each nipple and that each one in turn licking her aeola and teat."You feel and taste wonderful." I take her by the hand leading her to the bedroom. "Turn in circles while I undress."

Turning slowly she show off her voluptuous figure. When I'm undressed, she crawls into bed, lies on her back, places a pillow under her hips, and spreads her legs. "Come on I can't wait."

I notice she's a true red head with a fiery bush covering her haven--my heaven. After donning a condom, I crawl between her legs, nudge them further apart, and lay my cock on top of her slit. 

"Not there, I want you in me."

I run the length of my staff up and down her slit making contact with her clit as I move in both directions.

"Humm, that's nice but I want more." 

As I pull back, she lifts her hips and my shaft slides deep into her tight wet pussy.

"Aaaugh," that's what I want a big hard dick pressing against my cervix."

I sigh looking down as her as I rest on my hands. She's beautiful; her hair fans out behind her, her chest and the upper part of her breasts are pink from arousal.

"Don't stare fuck me!"

I drop to her body and stroke her enjoying the pleasure of her flesh massaging mine.

"Oooah, you've got a great dick," she whispers in my ear. 

The compliment is exactly what I need. I increase my speed enjoying the added friction between us. Julia's breathing rate tells me she's having a good time too. Her body, her scent, her taste, her response is more than I expected, and so is my endurance.

Her body goes rigid before writhing under me. "Oooooooah, yes, yes, yes, I'm coming."

I continue stroking her as fast as I can.

"Stop, stop, stop, I can't take any more." She pushes me upright.

My movement stops but my need remains. I look at her and she's crying.

Her eyes open. "That's the first vaginal orgasm I've had in a long time," she cries.

I'm not done yet, so I roll until she's on top of me.

"Why did you do that?"

I laugh. "I haven't come yet and I've neglected your breasts." I clutch them in my hands run them in circles in one direction and then the other. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Let me recover. The thrills of my orgasm are still reverberating within me."

I lay quietly gently fondling her tits. They sway from side to side, forward and back. They're as beautiful in motion as they are stationary. I pull her toward me and take a nipple into my mouth.

"Humm, nice," she sighs.

I hold her teat in my mouth enjoying her flesh, and I gently rub the other not touching her nub. Again, I'm struck by the how the sensations of her taste and the feel of her boobs increase the hardness of my cock. I'm having a difficult time holding on to her nipple while feeling her body without moving within her. I stare into her green eyes and see satisfaction and wonder. I see in her eyes what I feel in my depths.

"I'm ready." She smiles, places her hands on my chest and propels herself up and down on my thumping pole.

I return her smile, put my hands under the back of my head and watch her beautiful smiling face, her bounding knockers, and accept the thrills she's giving me. Damn, she's one hot mama whose knows what she's doing and what she wants. I shove my hand between our bodies searing for and finding her honey button. 

"Aaugh," she whimpers. 

My hand follows her up and down as my finger caresses her clitty.

She gasps, "Fuuuuuuck, I'm coming, I'm coming." Her body becomes stiff, she throws her head back, it roils from side to side. Her breathing slowly returns to normal.

I lay with a big grin on my fact loving the fact she's had two orgasms. Pulling her forward I take the other nipple and suck with my tongue blazing and my hand rubbing and lightly pinching her other teat. I don't want to stop but she sighs, "Humm." I take her by the hand and using my hand as a brace I push her up and pull her back. "Now you do it."

It took her a moment to get into a rhythm, but soon she's plunging up and down and back and forth with gusto. "I've never had sex this way. It's wonderful because it gives me control. I can go faster or slow down and enjoy your dick stimulating my pussy. Aren't you ever going to come?"

"Not in this position. For some reason probably my DNA I've always had great control and endurance, and in this position it takes an unusual female or situation to make me come." I pull her to my chest and ram her up and in, up and in. Her breast against my chest is a great feeling, but my cock touching all her sensitive places is even more fun. Without warning, she becomes solid and goes ballistic moving in all directions at the same time. I lift my hips a little until she explodes in an ear shattering climax, "Yooooooaugh, waaaaaaaugh, yeeeeeees!"

As she coming down from her orgasm, I roll us over onto her back. I'm getting close. With my hands under her arms and my finger holding on to her shoulders I plunder into her. The stimulation from her climax and from my gouging cause me to lose control, and I groan, "Damn you're a great fuck." I hold her tight for several minutes as my spasms continue. Finally, I fall to her side. 

We lay side by side each of us enjoying the afterglow of sexual satisfaction.

"Tom that was wonderful. I've never had so many awesome climaxes. I'd like to trade you in for my husband.

"I don't think we can go that far, but I would like to make arrangements to see you again." 

"With three little kids it's hard for me to get away, but I'd like to see you again."

We showered together, and I was more than pleased to clean her body.

She dresses, fixes her makeup, restyles her hair, writes he phone numbers on a pad, kisses me on both cheeks and leaves the room. 

* * *

Monday morning I'm called into the office of Tom Stoner who's the Chief Coordinator for the state of South Carolina Democratic Party.

"Congratulations Tom, Mr. and Mrs. Cabot gave one hundred and fifty million dollars to the party, and Mrs. Cabot gave you high praises for the professional way in which you conducted yourself." He shakes my hand and pounds me on the back.

"Thank you but I didn't think I did anything different with her that I didn't do with the other female guests."

"It doesn't matter what you think, it what she thinks that counts. You're by far our best fund raiser so far this year, and I'm going to assign you to the most difficult donors we have. I think this cliché fits you perfectly. You can get blood out of a stone."

I laugh. "That's a great compliment coming from a man with a name like yours."

He laughs with me. I'll have Alice bring you a cup of coffee and a number of folders of potential donors I'd like you to work on. Congratulations again."

When I leave Tom's office a number of co-workers tell me what a great job I did at the fund raiser as I head for my cubicle. I just get settled when Alice enters with a hand full of file folders."Here's your home work Tom. You've got your work cut out for you. By the way, where did you go Saturday night after the fund-raiser? A few of us went to the Waffle House for coffee, waffles, and hash browns. We didn't leave until dawn."

"It sounds like y'all had a good time. I'm sorry I missed it but I was pooped, and went to my room early." I lied. I did go to bed early but not to sleep. Alice leaves and I check my wallet for the card Margaret Cabot gave me at the fund-raiser. I find it and lay it aside. I'll wait until after lunch to call her. A lady of her means may sleep to noon for all I know. I open the file folder on top of the pile and began reading.

After lunch, I place the call. It's answered on the third ring.

"Hello, thank you for calling. I'm at lunch right now and can't talk. Please call me back after three. Bye,"

I heard chatter and music in the background. She must be having a late lunch. I return to the folders and look for information on Google for my six prospects. My research is going slower that I thought, but for each couple I create a spread sheet with vital statistics and some unique notes that might prove useful when I meet these individuals and make my pitch.

It's three-thirty before I call Margaret Cabot again. It's picked up on the first ring.

"Hello Tom this is Margaret and I apologize about your earlier call, but I was having lunch with friends and couldn't talk. How was our pledges received by your superiors?" She laughs.

"They were ecstatic, and as you suggested I've been bumped up a little higher on the list of field managers as I've been assigned six very important prospects."

"Give me their names, I may be able to help," she says eagerly.

"The names I'm giving you are confidential. They're well known in the state but not many are aware they're targets of our fundraising," he said feeling he might be giving her too much information.

"Tom darling you don't have to worry about me spilling the beans, after all you're my favorite democratic field manager. I know three of these couple personally and should be able to help you. What does your schedule look like?" Her southern accent is soothing to my work deafened ears.

"I manage my own time unless some kind of emergency comes up. So I have the flexibility to be available almost any time. Do you have a time you prefer?" I ask.

"Right now would be a good time, but I'm afraid my schedule is full the remainder of the week except the weekend. Do you have plans for Saturday or Sunday?"

"I have several invitations to picnics and to watch baseball on TV, but there's no harm done if I don't show up."

"Good. I have a house on Lake Murray and Lance is going to be out of town. Why don't you plan on coming and spending the weekend? I have a pool and a pontoon boat if you're interested if you know what I mean?

"I like to swim but I'm not much of a boater." I say.

"That doesn't matter. I've been practically been raised on a boat. Bring casual clothes and a bathing suit. Come early say about six and I'll have breakfast ready for you," she said.

"That is early but I'm a morning person and breakfast is my favorite meal. I'll be there with my list."

* * *

Margaret smiles to herself as she wonders what the tall, gorgeous, fund raiser looks like naked. She plans on going to the spa every day this week, and she'll give the staff at the lake house the weekend off. There isn't a need for anyone to know about her having an affair with a younger man. I'll call my children and tell them I won't have time to visit and spoil my grandchildren.


I'll Drop My Panties for U Ch. 02



I’LL DROP MY PANTIES FOR U, CHAPTER TWO

Margaret Cabot

I’m finishing preparations for breakfast at my lake house. As a forty-five year old, I spent a lot of time bathing, shaving my arms, legs, and pussy. I use skin softening lotion on my entire 
body, especially my perky breasts. This morning I wash my hair leaving it hang long, and 
make up my face with eye shadow, face powder, and a bright red lipstick. After a lot of thought, I decide to wear a short blue night gown without under garments. I want to be ready  when he is 

The buzzer for the front gate rings at 6:55. I buzz the door open, and pour two glasses of
orange juice and two cups of coffee. I hear his car pull into the paved parking lot. My stomach
is in turmoil with excitement. I open the door as soon as he rings the bell. He’s a sight to 
behold with a pair of khaki shorts and a contrasting green polo shirt. I shyly say “Hi,” that isn’t like me.

“Wow! Did you wear that nightie just for me?” He asks sitting his briefcase and satchel on the 
floor.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else this time of morning.”

He comes to me as I open my arms. He takes me in his, and kisses me lightly on the lips.

I collapse on to his chest.

The kiss deepens and his hands are all over my back.

“No undergarments, did you do that for me?”

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else.”

He smiles a smile that would make any woman take off her clothes for him. I open my gown.”

“I wondered what you’d look like naked, and you’re exactly what I expected. Did you really think we were going to have breakfast first?”

“I wasn’t sure, but I hope I look more appetizing than my cooking smells.”

“You do,” he says sweeping me into his arms. “Which way to the bedroom?”

“Upstairs to the left.” My nightie is on the floor seconds after my feet hit the bedroom rug. His mouth is on mine and his tongue explores my mouth. Electric like shocks thrill me, I rub the bulge in his khaki’s.  

“I usually like lots of foreplay, but not this time,” he says throwing his clothes in all directions.

Before I know what’s happening his cock is buried in my pussy. I gasp, “Augh,” as he fills me.  I put my arms around his neck as he kisses me with his tongue mating with mine. His staff is sliding back and forth in my slick tunnel, and he touches every sensitive spot causing my contractions to begin. “Tom, you’re everything I dreamed of.” He doesn’t respond, because he’s ramming into me with more enthusiasm than I’ve experienced since I was single.

I spread my legs further apart hoping he’ll go deeper, but he’s already hitting my cervix. I wrap my legs around his legs, and use my hands to urge him on. The feelings surging through my body are unbelievable, and the warmth of an impending orgasm overwhelms me. I explode under him by wiggling from side to side, and by humping his thrusting cock as my fluids drench his cock and the bed. I groan, “Aaaugh, yes, oh God yes, what a cock.”

He rises on to his hands looking down at me.  I return his stare as I revel in my climax. How lucky I am to have found a gorgeous man, with a hairy chest and the ability to rock my very being with his cock. “What are you thinking about?” I smile at him.

“I’m wondering how much I’m enjoying myself, and how many times I’m going to please you
the next two days.” 

“You didn’t come? Can you keep going? I’ve had my orgasm, but you haven’t had one.”

“I’ve been close several times, but I controlled myself long enough so you can have another.”
He tweaks his cock in my chute.”

I giggle. “That tickles what are you doing to me?”

“There’s nothing to it. I just use my penal muscles to move it slightly.” He does it again three times.

I grab his arms. “Why didn’t I find you a long time ago? You thrill me in so many ways.”

He rolls us onto his back. “Give me a breast; I’ve neglected them.” 

I lower my breasts to his face. “I like to have my nipples sucked. Lance isn’t a titty man.” I
place my hands on his shoulders, and feed him a breast. He takes a nipple into his mouth. I’m
filled with delight. His mouth, lips, and tongue are gentle yet rousing. I feel each lick. I sense 
each suck. I gasp when he switches nipples. My breasts and teats are being nursed more 
lovingly than ever before. If my nubs weren’t so sensitive I’d fall asleep. Instead my sex 
organs are beginning to contract and the warm feeling of an impending orgasm creeps over me. 
I gasp, “Augh,” as he places a finger between our bodies and circles over and around my clit. 
I’m pushed over the edge of arousal to the point of instinctive need and I ride his shaft with the
abandon of a teenager. Every nerve in my body is on fire and my tunnel walls are ablaze. I can 
only quench my primordial desire by increasing the friction between us. I push onto him as hard
as I can. I move in all directions at the same time. I feel him get bigger. I feel him become 
powerful. I feel him pumping his juices into me. I hear a sound. It’s me screaming as a massive 
orgasm sweeps though my body and mind. I collapse on top of him completely exhausted and 
satisfied. I lay on him is an ecstasy I’ve never experienced before. I fall asleep knowing the 
bliss of sexual exhilaration.

* * *

Margaret Cabot

I wake alone in my cum soaked bed. Where’s Tom? I put on my nightie and run downstairs. He’s in the kitchen scrambling eggs. I kiss him lovingly. 

“That was wonderful. Can I keep you?”

“I don’t think your husband would approve of me hanging around.” 

He keeps me naked for two days.  No matter where we are in the kitchen, living room, den, and 
bedroom. Or outside on the patio, in a lounge chair, in the pool, his hands, mouth, or cock are
almost constantly on or in  my forty-five year old body.

I suck his cock.

He eats my pussy. 

I come on his tongue, fingers, and cock.

We shower, sleep and, eat together.

I cling to him as he’s about to leave early Sunday afternoon. I don’t want him to go.

“I’ll contact the couples on your list, and I’m going to rent a condo next week and give you a 
key. I want to be with you as often as I can. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. I wish I was 
fifteen years younger so you could have seen me in my prime.”

“You’re not past you’re prime, and I look forward to spending time with you in a condo.
Thanks for an incredible weekend and for making those calls for me.”

We kiss passionately as he gets into his car and drives away. 

* * *

Tom McFerson

I graduated from the University of South Carolina in 2011 with a degree in political science. Being from a northern democratic family that migrated south, I tend to favor the policies of the 
national Democratic Party. At USC I become involved with the Young Democrats and serve as 
president during my senior year. Being ask to be a field operator for  the party right out of
college fits my personality and intellectual stances perfectly. My first two  years are spent under the guidance of Tom Stoner who teaches me how to function as a minority party member in a 
conservative, Bible Belt state, and how to raise money.


My life is spent learning the names, personalities and policy positions of individuals on both sides of the aisle, and how to function as a Democrat. I attend almost every political and public event held in the state, where I meet all the heavy hitters in both parties. My open, friendly, overt personality, knowledge base, and contacts enable me to become known as an individual on the rise in the party.

Of course, at social events I continue being a player as I had in college. I carefully allow myself to be seduced by daughters of elected and non-elected officials in both parties. I spend most nights during the first two years as a field operator sleeping in various young ladies beds and occasionally in mine. My sex life is great as are the bits of information I learn on dates and in bed.

At the age of twenty-five, I’m invited to sit in meetings of the strategic planning committee. I occasionally have an insight accepted, one I gleaned from my being in contact with a wide variety of people. In most cases the issues are to find candidates to run against well entrenched and well financed Republicans in districts that hold a majority of conservative voters. In others it deals with raising money for the party for specific candidates, for the state party, and the national party. In a few rare cases it’s an attempt to develop a scheme that increases the probability of electing a Democrat in a marginal or heavily republican district. I’m proud of the position of some importance I hold in the party.	

* * *

Julia Speakman

I’m desperate. My kids are driving me crazy, and Neal being a politician is away all day and 
most evenings. I drag him to bed after shaving my pubic hair, oiling and perfuming my body, and donning sexy Victoria Secrets lingerie. 

He likes the sexy red gown with spaghetti straps showing almost all my ample breasts and 
stopping just below the cheeks of my ass. “Nice outfit,” he says pulling it over my head and 
dropping it to the floor. He kisses me lies between my legs, and plunges his cock into me.

“Tom, that’s not romantic. I want us to make love not fuck.”

“It’s too late now. I’m about to come.” He gives me a half dozen strokes, and spills his seed in
me. 

We lay together for a few minutes. 

I have tears in my eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I thought you wanted to make love?”

“I did and I do, but one kiss, sticking your cock in me, and coming is not making love. I want
some intimate time with you. I want to feel like the girl you seduced twelve years ago.” I
wipe tears from my eyes.

“I’m sorry. It’s been so long since we made love, I was horny when I saw you in that sexy red
lingerie all I wanted was to have a quickie. Next time, I’ll not be in a hurry, and show how  
much I love you.” He turns over and goes to sleep.

I wait until he’s snoring before I get up and go to the bathroom. I apply KY Jelly on and in my 
pussy, and using my finger I seek and find my G-spot. Adding pressure, I have a minor orgasm. 
I’m not satisfied. I take my large pink vibrating dildo from its hiding place, and thrust it in and 
out of my cunt. It feels good as I increase the speed of vibrations and the friction of the plastic penis on my silky flesh. It doesn’t give me the orgasm I want. I continue to slip the dildo
in and out of my pussy and finger my clit. Finally, after a long time my body becomes rigid,
and I’m swept by the sensational feelings of an orgasm. My entire body reverberates from 
contractions emanating from my core.  I relax satisfied.

I clean myself in the bathroom, check on the children, and go downstairs to the kitchen. All the while I’m thinking about the time I spent with Tom McFerson, and the thrilling orgasms he
gave me. I see his handsome face, his hairy chest, and his long hard cock. While I heat water 
for tea, I takes my cell phone from my purse and punch in Tom’s number even though it’s late.

The phone rings until I hear the familiar answering machine. “Damn, and God Damn,” I say
aloud. Upset and frustrated, I pour hot water over a Lipton tea bag, and sit watching the steam 
rise from the cup as the tea steeps. As I remove the bag from the cup my cell rings.

I answer, “Hello” 

“Mrs. Speakman, I’m sorry I missed your call. Is there something you want to talk about?”

I step into the laundry room. “Yes, I want to see you again.”

“Mrs. Speakman, I think we can  make an arrangement. Can you call me back in the morning?”

“Is there someone there?” I ask wondering why he’s using my last name.

“Yes that right. I think something can be arranged. Please call me in the morning. Is that okay?”

“I understand, I’ll call as soon as my house is empty.” I hang up wondering if he’s
entertaining another woman. I can understand if he is. I’d just like to be that woman.

* * *

Tom McFerson

My cell rings at 9:30 just as I sit in my cubicle with a cup of coffee. “Hello Julia, I say with
a smile in my voice. I’m sorry I couldn’t talk last night.”

“It’s okay Tom, I understand …”

“Why are you calling?”

“Is it all right for me to talk?”

“No problems go ahead.”

“I want to see you; no I need to see you.”

“Has anything happened? What’s wrong?”

“I’m beside myself. My kids are driving me to distraction, and my poor sweet husband has no
appreciate for me as a mother, or wife, or lover. Is there some way we can meet? I’m usually
free every day from about this time until 12:30 when my youngest gets out of day school.” I 
say with a tremor in my voice.

“Time isn’t a problem for me, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come to my 
apartment or for me to come to your home.”

“Could we get a hotel room at some discrete location? I’m horny as a heifer in heat.”

“I’ll call around and see if I can find a place somewhere between your home and my office. I 
may not be able to do it today, but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. In the mean time keep 
those horny thoughts about me in mind, bye.”

I go to Google and find a number of hotels and motels that might be okay, but I don’t have time 
to call, because I have political calls to make. 

When my cell phone rings late Monday afternoon, I’m glad for the interruption. I’ve spent the
whole day calling members of the local DNCC asking for contributions. I turn my back to the 
door and say softly, “Hello Margaret.”

“Does whispering mean someone might hear us?”

“Yes.”

“I have a condo at the Cornell Arms. It’s not the quality I would normally consider, but it’s 
down town near the university. I told the manager to give you a key when you stop by.  I’m 
afraid we’re not going to use it this week, because Lance has booked us for a week’s stay 
In Vegas. I’m going to miss you and that wonderful cock. I’ll bring you a souvenir. Hugs and kisses, bye.”

The first thing that pops into my mind is I have a place to take Julia. I continue making calls
until five, pack my brief case, and go to the Cornell Arms. It’s an older brick building that once was apartments, and has been converted to condos. At the front desk, I tell the man whose on
duty who I am, and he sends me to the administrative office. I’m met by a tall, slender, stacked, and  beautiful African-American who’s about to leave the office.

“I’m sorry, but this is the first chance I’ve had to get here, I’m Tom McFerson.”

She looks surprised. “I was expecting a much older man. I was about to leave for the day, but I have time to show you the condo. I’m  Eleesha Montgomery.” She takes some keys from a key 
box. “Follow me.”

I do with pleasure because her shape curves in all the right places. Her figure matches her build.

We ride to the fourth floor.

“This condo has a separate elevator. You won’t have to come through the front door, but have 
access directly from the parking lot. It’s a nice addition to the rooms. Are you related to Mrs. 
Cabot?” She asks as the elevator door opens.

We step directly into a small ante room with hooks on the wall to hang outer garments before 
entering a large living room. It’s well decorated with white walls and furniture made of walnut 
and dark blue furniture including a large TV, a small table, and a several light stands.

“No, I’m not related to her, she a friend of my family,” I lie. “It’s very nice and comfortable 
looking and it has a nice view.”

She looks at me oddly. “There are two bedrooms one of which is slightly larger than the other. 
The large one has a king size bed and the smaller is a double. The color motif of blue and
brown is consist throughout the rooms, and there are two bathrooms. Would you like to see
them?”

“Yes please.” I catch the scent of her perfume and a profile view of her body as she turns 
toward the bathrooms. The sound of her nylons rubbing against each other is audible, and I 
wonder if she’s wearing panties. I take a quick look around.  “Very nice.”

“Do you mean the bathroom or me?” She asks looking into my eyes.

“Both, why do you ask?” I’m surprised by her question.

“I’ve noticed you looking at me.”

“I can’t help but look at you.”

“That’s true but not in that way.”

“What way is that?”

She moves until her breasts are pushing against my chest. “Do you like that?”

“What’s not to like?”

“Do you find me attractive?”

“Exceptionally so.”  I place my arms around her.

“Would you like to try the bed?”

I smile, draw her closer, and kiss her.

She kisses back slipping her tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues intertwine in a passionate embrace, and our clothes quickly fall to the floor.

“We’ve got to hurry my husband and kids will be here soon.” She says lying on the bed.

“You’re married with kids? I don’t see a ring.” I take a condom from my wallet.

“I don’t wear a ring, I have kids, and I don’t like condoms.”

“No condom no sex,” I say looking at her beautiful body, but disappointed by her statement.

She spreads her legs.Okay,I want you to fuck me.”

I roll a condom down my erection. I crawl between her legs.

She guides me into her pussy groaning as I plunge deep into her, “Augh that’s a nice cock.” She pulls me to her body and wiggles her hips under me.

With my feet on the foot board, I thrust into her hard and fast.

She grunts with each forward thrust, “Oah!”

After several minutes she says, “You’ve got to come before my family gets here. Rise up on 
your hands.”

I lean back as she pushes her hand between us onto her clit.

“Oah, that feels good. Now give it to me.”

Using my hip, stomach, and leg muscles I slam into her over and over again.

“I’m coming,” she hollers.

Motivated by her orgasm, I double my efforts and shoot spurt after spurt of jism into the sheath.

She pushes me off, gets out of bed, and partially dresses as she enters the elevator. “The next
time we do this, we’ll have more time.” She blows me a kiss as the elevator door closes.

I relax on the bed after Eleesha leaves. Who would have thought Margaret would rent a condo 
managed by a black MILF. That quickie was totally unexpected. I sit up in bed remembering I 
have a list of contacts to call. I’m hungry, so I’ll find a local place to eat.

* * *

Tom McFerson

As I get to the door the room phone rings.

“Tom, it’s Margaret. I see you found the Cornell Arms. Is it okay with you? I liked the decor.”

“The condo is very nice, and I agree with you about how well decorated it is. I’m glad you
called, I was about to leave to find something to eat.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem since the university is nearby with all the student hang outs. I 
miss you already. Lance is off to a meeting, and I’m stuck by myself. Well not exactly by 
myself because some of the other wives and I are going out for drinks. I’d rather be with you.”

“I’d like that too. Instead I’m going to eat and make some calls before it’s too late. I may stay
here this evening.”

“That’s a good idea, and you’ve reminded me that I promised to make some calls for you. I’ll
contact the three ladies I know personally before I go out”

“I appreciate that. I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll think of something. She laughs clicking off.

* * *

Julia Speakman

I sit in my living room after my two younger children go down for a nap. I remember my time 
with Tom last Saturday.  He’s gorgeous and knows how to please a lady. I’m still reveling in
my first vaginal orgasm in a long time. Since then my husband’s been home two evenings, and
he’s had no interest in taking me to bed. I put on my sexiest Victoria Secret’s outfit, but neither time is he in the mood. I don’t have to live like this. I’m going to call Tom.

She calls just before lunch. “Hello Tom, this is Julia.”

What a pleasant surprise. I’ve been thinking about you,” he said.




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“Good thoughts I hope.”

“You’re the only person I remember from that night, and you were good, very good. Are we
going to see each other again?”

“That’s why I’m calling. Friday is a teacher in training day at my son’s school, and my mother
has agreed to take the kids for the afternoon. Are you free then?”

“Where can I meet you?” He asks with a cheery note in his voice.

“Can you pick me up at Richland Mall at 1:30. I’ll park on the roof as close to the down ramp
as possible?”

“I’ll be driving a black Lexus,” he says.

I decide to wear a conservative flowered sundress without under garments, because no one will see me in public. I’ll carry a pair of purple panties in my purse. I smile at the joke between us.

He picks me up within a minute of my parking. I jump into his car smiling as though it’s
Christmas, and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Wow! I like the dress without a bra.  Are you wearing panties?”

“You’ll have to wait to find out? I place my hand on his bulge. “I hope it’s not far. I can’t 
wait.”

He drives from the garage onto Belt Line, turns left on Forest Drive, and proceeds to Marion
where he turns left. In the second block he turns into the Cornell Arm’s parking lot. The entire 
time I fondle his erection, and kiss him on the cheek and neck. He parks near the side of the red
brick building, and leads me to a private elevator. As the door closes his lips cover mine and his hands grope my bare ass.

”You’re my kind of woman” He runs his hand under my dress rubbing them up and down the 
crack of my ass. The door opens into his condo. I giggle trying to get away, but I don’t succeed.

We fall to the floor in a tangle

His hands are all over me.

My mouth finds his, and my tongue invades his in the kind of passion missing from my marriage.

We wrestle and our tongue do the same.

I’ve never been this excited making love. I moan, “Oooh,” as his finger plunges into me and his 
thumb touches my clit.

“You like it a little rough?” He holds me down with his body as his finger finds my G-spot, and 
circles it with increasing pressure.

I moan. “Oh yes, right there.”

His thumb rubs up and down over my clit, and then from side to side, “Oooh.”

All my sex organs are contracting. “I don’t resist the spreading thrills. I stretch my legs further apart wanting him to add more force and go faster. I groan. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” I 
climax. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!”

The pressure releases as the sound of a zipper fills my ears, and his cock fills my excited void. I hold him tight as he plows my pussy. His cock embedded in my furrow is driving me closer and closer to another orgasm. He rolls me on to my shoulders, and drives his plow into me with the force of a farmer doing pushups. I feel his staff stiffen and expand as I harvest his seed.

We come together in the roar of a John Deere tractor.

My need to be desired, to be tilled, and to have my fantasy met is achieved. I lay panting under 
the weight of his body, feeling his cum oozing out of my cunt, and milking his wonderful tool 
with the muscles of my vagina walls. I want to hold him inside me as long as I can. “Tom, that 
was wonderful. I have another hour. Can we do it again?”

He tweaks his cock in my twat and says, “Give me a tit.”





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Margaret Cabot

I'm horny. It's been seven days since Tom spent the weekend fucking me to delirium. My week in Vegas was enjoyable especially looking for his special gift. During the stay I was attracted to a number of men, and hit on several times. Being desired by other men was a boost to my pride, but I'm only thinking of Tom. I feel like a virgin waiting for a handsome someone to take my cherry. The plane ride to Columbia was only made tolerable by several strawberry daiquiris.

As Lance goes to get the car, I call Tom. I'm anxious about calling him and being scared he might not answer. 

"Hello Margaret," his rich baritone almost causes me to pee my panties.

"Tom, darling I'm at the airport, and won't be able to get to the condo until six. Can you meet me then?"

"I'll be waiting for you."

"Thank you Tom. I hope you're ready. I'm horny as a penned heifer in heat. I'm going to ravage you."

His laugh sends thrills up and down my spine. I can almost see, touch, and smell him. It seems to take forever to get home, unpack, and prepare dinner for Lance. I tell him I have a meeting with of a representative of the Democratic Party about how the money we donated. It isn't a total lie, but he doesn't question me about leaving. I don't shower, but I remember Tom's gift and a change of underwear. 

I drive the speed limit to town from our home in Irmo. Getting a speeding ticket on I-26 would delay my arrival. It's almost six when I pull into the Cornell Arms parking lot. Tom's Lexus is parked close to the elevator. I smile to myself hurrying to the elevator, and wished it was faster. The door opens. I hear 2001 being played, the lights are dim, and the smell of Jasmine arouses my senses. I walk to the living room to see Tom standing beside a couch wearing an all white sweat suit. He's gorgeous.

"Thank you for the romantic setting. I've been thinking about this moment for a week," I say walking into his waiting arms after dropping my purse on the couch. "I feel like a school girl who's about to lose her virginity. That's how anxious I am."

No need for that," he picks me up like I'm a feather carrying me into the bedroom lit by a dozen candles.

"This is even more romantic than my entrance." She says. "I'm sorry I didn't have time to shower and change."

"I'll take you anyway I can." He sits her feet on the floor and enfolds her in his arms.

The flittering candle light in the room dulled by fading sunlight casts shadows of the two of us entwined is a passionate embrace. 

"Oh Tom, take me quickly. I can't wait. I want your weight crushing me. I want you in me. I want to feel you're cum flooding my pussy as I climax."

Quickly he removes my clothes and smothers me with kisses, gorges on my breasts, and feasts on my pussy.

I moan and groan as he satisfies my needs with his hands, lips, and tongue. His face is buried in my pussy, and his hands hold me in place. The contractions of my sex organs reverberate through my body as I climax with the bellow of a woman touched at her core.

My after effects continue as I lay in the paradise of Tom's body surrounding mine. "I'm ready." I stroke his cock. He pulls himself on top of me, spreads my legs, and I guide him into my pussy with a moan, "Oooh I needed that."

He pulls my legs together, rolls forward until I'm on my shoulders, and pushes my feet until one is on each side of my head. While he holds me in place, he bores into me with his staff.

I feel as though I'm bent into the shape of a pretzel, my breathing comes in gasps; I look up at his handsome face concentrating on me, and I lose all of my senses except the feeling of his long, hard, thick cock stimulating the walls of my vagina. I close my eyes, see fireworks under my eye lids, and grunt with each of his thrusts. His cock slides in and out of me over and over. At last the sensation of his stroking brings me to another climax. He doesn't stop as I moan in pleasure at each push. Finally, I feel his speed increase, his shaft swell and harden. With one last plunge he touches my cervix and floods my cavity with his warm liquids. My groan joins his as we climax together.

He persists in grinding his shank deep into my pussy as his spasms continue until slowly fading away. He softens and slips from me and returns us to a normal position. 

I lay exhausted in a state of sexual ecstasy. 

I wake covered with a sheet and spread. I look around. Nothing looks familiar then I remember I'm in the condo with Tom. Where is he? I pull the spread off the bed and rush into the hall. Standing in front of the stove is Tom wearing his white sweat suit. "Tom, why didn't you wake me?"

"You were sleeping so peacefully, and I knew you were tired from your trip. Would you like something to eat? I have the fixings for omelets." 

I plop in a chair. "I guess I was more tired than I thought, and I am hungry"

"Put some bread in the toaster while I get you a robe." He returns, removes the spread, and puts the housecoat around me.

I pull him to me and he puts his hands on my breasts. "Thank you for my coming home gift."

"My pleasure." He goes about the task of preparing the ham and cheese omelets. "Eat up the coffee will be ready soon."

We eat quietly chatting about my trip and his work week. 

"I made the calls as promised, and while I didn't get any firm commitments all of them are interested and want to meet you."

"Want to meet me. Why?"

I laugh. "I told them you were the epitome of Adonis: tall, blonde, handsome, and personable."

"That's nice of you, but how are we going to arrange a meeting?"

"I'll take care of all the details. I want you to be the only attraction. You can explain everything the party is trying to do, and how their contributions will help deal with the Tea Party position of principle over people. I'll bring up the topic of Governor Haley and you can elaborate on her governing and ethical deficiencies."

"I can do all of that, but why have me represent the party."

"Darling, it's the Adonis Effect. I want the ladies to be wowed by you, and let them see how you represent the future of the state and not the past."

"Okay, I guess you have a better insight into the female psyche than I do."

Tom McFerson

Light filters through the windows casting shadows on the far wall of two figures making love. The classical music playing muffles the sounds of lips kissing and sucking, of body parts slapping each other, and the rhythmic sounds of a bed shaking back and forth. A strong scent of strawberry potpourri along with spend body fluids fill the room. The profile of swaying breasts is a prominent silhouette on the white wall. The strained high pitch of an orgasm vibrates the curtains partially covering the windows. Salty, musky, and human odors increase as the couple engages in a strenuous fucking session.

"Tom, oh Tom, I'm coming again. Your cock is touching every sensitive spot in my pussy. Please don't come yet, I want to keep fucking." Margaret rides up and down my rock hard cock. The silhouette of her bucking body against the wall shows flying hair, and swinging tits. 

Her body goes stiff, she leans back with her hands on my legs, her head swings from side to side, and she groans.

I roll over covering her soft lips with mine. 

We kiss for a long time with my shaft buried in her cunt.

I break from her lips, rising above her I marvel at her forty-five year old breasts, before raining kisses over her face, ears, and neck.

"Don't forget my boobs. I love the way you suck on them." She lifts one to my face, and her other hand brushes through my hair.

Her breasts are large, soft, and smooth with dollar size areolae and hard raspberry colored nipples. I kiss them all over and shift my tongue from one nipple to the other. I suck a teat into my mouth and squeeze it between the roof of my mouth and my teeth. I apply more and more pressure until she moans, then run my tongue over her nub in all directions. 

She sighs and pushes her other tit to my face. 

I take the nipple and apply force, ease off, and add more stress. Over and over I alternate between hard and easy pressure hardening them even further. 

Her legs move further apart. Oh Tom, you're hitting my cervix, it's wonderful."

My confidence and pride are boosted by her comments and reactions to my efforts. She's a beautiful lady, built for pleasure with a great pussy, and while I like her a great deal she's only a means to advance my career. That doesn't mean she's not a great piece of ass. Even at forty-five she has all the assets and enthusiasm of a twenty year old, and even during our third time together she's a joy. I bring her feet to my chest and saw into her with the weight of two hundred pounds pounding into her tightened pussy. 

She grunts, "Augh," at each stroke. 'Tom, oh Tom I'm coming." She pulls me to her breasts with her arms around my neck and spills her fluids over my cock and bed.

I've been stimulated and ready for a long time, but I've waited until this moment to drive myself into her as hard as I can. I spray the lining of her pussy walls with my juism. My entire body is as stiff as an I-beam, and my spasms continue until I've got nothing else to give. I groan, "That's one for Tom."

She groans even louder and longer, "Oh yes, oh God, oh fuck, you're wonderful."

Eleesha Montgomery

I sit in my office in the Cornell Arms Condominiums finishing a report for the owners of the building, and remembering the pathetic fuck of last night. My husband, Leroy, and I had a lovely dinner at O'Charley's, but he had one too many Rum and Cokes. He was too drunk to drive, so I took him home as mad as an eagle surveying a field empty of prey. I got him undressed and into bed, and spent an hour on my cell talking with my mother and my best friend Mildred. I went to bed naked and fall asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Sometime early this morning, I was awakened by a large hand covering my breast and a big cock humping my ass. 

"Honey, I've got something to give you," He said.

"Whatever it is I don't want it, I need to sleep." I removed his hand from my tit. Before I could get comfortable his hand was tickling my pussy. When I tried to take his hand away my legs spread a little, and he buried his finger in my snatch. The harder I tried to get away from him the more determined he was to finger fuck me. He hit my G-spot, and I stopped squirming trying to get away. My resistance gave way to pleasure. In no time at all he had me on my back, and his big mouth was chomping on a nipple. As I became better lubricated, he put his thumb on my clit and I moaned, "Oooaugh."

That's all he needed to hear. He was between my legs, my body was pinned to the bed, and he rose and probed with his big stick until he plunged into me. 

I hadn't wanted to have sex with a drunk, but now I was ready. I pulled him close. "Baby I'm ready give it to me." What a disappointment. He banged into me about a dozen times before he shot his load.

"Thanks Eleesha, I needed that." He rolled off of me and in no time was snoring.

There I laid a horny fuckable female who hadn't been satisfied. I got up and finished myself off in the bathroom with a dildo. Who needs a man who can't even last forty seconds?

My mind shifts from the recent past to several weeks ago, and an unexpected and wonderful quickie with a white tenant in room 401. I wonder if he's using the condo today. I stand, stretch, and walk into the outer office to get a cup of coffee. Walking into the lobby, I say hello to Charles the man at the front desk, and looking out the window I see his Lexus. I smile to myself and return to my office. I pick up the phone and dial 5401.

The phone rings four times before I hear, "Hello."

"Mr. McFerson, this is Eleesha Montgomery the condo manager. Do you have some time to see me today?"

"What do you want to see me about?" He asks.

"I'd rather tell you in person."

He hesitates; I hope he's not going to say no. "I'm making some calls, but I should be finished in about fifteen minutes. Why don't you come up then?"

"Thank you Mr. McFerson, I'll be there." I have a smile on my face and a good feeling between my legs. I remove my suit jacket unbutton three buttons at the top of my blouse so some cleavage is showing. Just before I leave the office, I stop and remove my panties and stuff them in my purse. A girl has to be prepared, I say to myself. I tap on his door twenty minutes after our phone call.

The door opens and there he stands six feet two inches of masculine sexuality.

"Come in Mrs. Montgomery. May I call you Eleesha?"

I offer him my hand. "Why don't you call me Lesha everyone else does."

"Okay Lesha it is, and I'd like you to call me Tom. I don't like formality when I'm not working. I'm brewing some tea would you care for a cup?"

"That would be lovely and a great change of pace from coffee," I follow him into the kitchenette where a steam kettle is whistling.

"Please sit down while I place the tea ball into the pot."

I sit with my legs crossed, and pull my blouse down a little when he's not looking. As he turns with a tray containing the tea pot, two cups, and condiments, I slowly uncross and re-cross my legs. I notice him looking at me.

"What can I do for you Lesha?" He asks setting the tray on the table.

I smile. "I was just sitting in my office this morning when I remembered the first time we met. It was one of the most enjoyable afternoons I've had in a long time. I also recall that my family was coming by and we didn't have much time. If you're interested, I'd like us to take time and get to know each other better." I re-crossed my legs and ran a finger along my neckline.

He doesn't speak as he removes the tea ball from the pot, pours two cups, and pushes the cream and sugar to me. He fixes his tea and smiles. "Lesha, I would like for you to spend the rest of the afternoon with me."

I'm excited; I stand up unbuttoning the rest of my blouse.

He holds up his hand, "Whoo, slow down we have several hours to become better acquainted. I'm into politics and I would like to know if you have friends like yourself who might be interested in entertaining some friends of mine?"

I'm stunned by his question. "Are you asking me to recruit some of my more adventurous friends to meet some of yours? Do you want to fuck me and them pimp for you?"

He takes a sip of tea. "I wouldn't put it in those words, but you have the general idea."

"I've never been so insulted in my whole life," I say removing my blouse from my shoulders to reveal my ample breasts covered by a white bra.

His eyes never leave me as I remove my blouse. "It was just a question? You can answer with a yes or a no." He sits back in his chair and drinks more tea.

"My answer is I don't know." I sip some tea and reach behind my back to unfasten my bra. My breasts slump under their weight.

His eyes are fixated on me. "I'm assuming you're answer is no."

"Why would you assume that? I ask shrugging one shoulder to allow a strap to fall to my elbow, and then I do the other. 

"I'm guessing by your behavior you're more interested in being with me than you are about answering my question?" He straightens his cock in his pants.

I pull the tops of my bra cups down so my aereolae show. "I have some lady friends who have been known to step out on their boyfriends or husbands. Aside from sex what is the payoff."

"From the money I have to work with, I can say the inducement will not be monetary, although individuals may be willing to offer money or gifts in return for favors. Some potential contributors are more likely to make a signification contribution to a political case if some inducement is offered."

"What you're telling me is that you would like me and some of my adventurous friend to fuck some white dudes just for the sex."

"Not all of the dudes will be white, but aside from that fact the rest of what you've asked is correct. As I said, I have only a small budget, but I thought you and your friends might be willing to entertain some gentleman, as a way of helping the Democratic Party raise money and elect individuals who will support the party's causes."

"Are you telling me you're pimping for the Democrats?"

"That's a poor choice of words. I'd say I'm enabling some friends to assist the party by entertaining some wealthy gentleman. With the understanding there may be some financial payoff." He finishes the cup of tea and stands. "You don't have to give me an answer today," 

He walks to me and places his hands on my bra cups and pulls them from under my breasts. They oscillate to their nature position. "You have beautiful breasts, may I?"

I lift both of my tatas to him; he kisses each one.

He drops to his knees pulling my skirt and panties to the floor. "Your scent is unique." He pushes his face into my crotch.

I stagger backward not expecting him to go there.

He lowers me to the kitchen floor, grabs my hips, and pushes his face into my groin. The floor is cold, but I don't complain, because his tongue is sweeping up and down my slit. My pubic hair is soppy wet and my opening separates. Around and around my outer lips he moves before licking my slit again and ramming his tongue into me.

I moan. "Oooh'" and place my hands on his head and weaving my fingers through his blonde hair. 

As he licks my pussy, he raises his arms and strums my nipples until their hand. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes," I moan as the thrills of his mouth and tongue surge through me.

He lifts his head and pushes two fingers into me.

"Don't stop, don't stop," I moan.

The sensations of his fingers probing my cavity walls are marvelous, and I feel the rumbling of my sex organs. I sense him move his head north, his tongue flicks over my clit. Over and over again he licks my most sensitive spot.

I arch my back and groan, "Oaaaugh," as my fluids gush onto his hand and the kitchen floor. He doesn't stop and I writhe under his unrelenting assault on my clit. "Stop, stop I can't take any more." He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. I lay recovering from my orgasm as he undresses.

He stands over me with his large white cock dripping precum on my belly. Leaning forward he guides his shaft to my open mouth.

I kiss the tip, take it between my lips and squeeze as hard as I can.

He moans, "Keep that up."

I do and run my tongue around the tip concentrating my licking on the underside of his crown. 

"Damn you're good," he says pushing his staff deeper into my mouth.

I take as much of him as I can before I gag.

He pulls back. "Sorry," but he continues to fuck my face. 

In and out he moves, and I tighten my lips around his thrusting cock. 

"Oooah," he moans and moves faster and faster.

"I hear his rapid, shallow breathing, and feel his cucumber swell harden and spurt globs and globs of cum into my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, but I can't gulp it down fast enough. My mouth isn't big enough to take it all, and it spills over my face and chest. I hold him tight until his spasms stop; he softens and slips from my mouth.

"Damn, you're a great cock sucker." He moves off me, pulls me to the edge of the bed with my head hanging down. 

He stands in front of me and fondles my breasts hanging down and back.

"You have a great sit of tits. I bet your husband can't keep his hands off of you." 

I laugh at the thought of my husband attempt early this morning. I enjoy Tom's hands on my boobs, and watch his cock coming alive again.

He continues to finger my hangers until he leans forward sucking a nipple into his mouth. Licking and sucking one teat and then the other. He switches every ten seconds until his hard-on returns. He probes my mouth with his erection until I take him into my mouth. 

I'm warm all over. My tits are tingling and my mouth is squeezing his cock as hard as I can. He pushes and pulls it over my lips. The multiple stimulations sends wave after wave of pleasure surging though my body. 




I'll Drop My Panties for U Ch. 03



He leaves my hooters, moves his body on top of mine, and lowers his head to my pussy. His tongue rubs my honey button. 

"Oh God that's wonderful." My contractions cause me to spit his cock from my mouth. I wiggle under his continuing pressure. "Stop, stop, I can't take any more." My body trembles from electric-like shocks zipping though me. I climax, "Aaaugh!"

My body is lifted, turned, laid on the bed on my stomach, my legs are spread, and his cock plunges into me. He holds me by the hips and rams my pussy over and over again. I grunt, "Ah," each time he jams his long, hard staff into me. I grab the sheets and hold them tight as my body is banged over and over again into the mattress. The convulsions of my sex organs are arousing me higher and higher. He stops and smashes into me as he ejects his sperm into me. The warm fluids bring my shuddering to a peak, and I climax right after him, "Oh God, oh God, yes, yes, yes!" 

We lay on the bed trying to catch our breath. 

My pussy has never been fucked like this. I'm laying beside a white Adonis who has taken me to paradise. A feeling of ecstasy encompasses me. I doze off.

I awake when my body is submerged in a bubble bath. The warm water is wonderful as are the hands washing my body. 

Tom sits on the edge of the tub wearing a white towel. "Are you awake enough to get dressed? It's almost five o'clock."

"Five o'clock. I can't believe it's that late. Give me a towel and get my clothes." I dry as fast as I can, and put on my clothing and shoes. I hurry to the elevator, reach into my purse, and hand him my panties. "These are you."

He takes them, sniffs them, and says, "Thanks for these, but are you going to answer my question?" He asks

"Oh, oh yes, I'll talk to some of my friends and acquaintances and see if there's any interest. I'm sure a few would like to have a white cock for a change. I'll talk to you next week."

I ride the elevator to the first floor and check to see if I have any messages. Fortunately, there are only a few, none of them important. I sit in my chair remembering the best boning of my life. I can't wait until the next time.

Tom McFerson

I enter the Chamber of Commerce building in downtown Spartanberg for the annual meeting to honor the business persons of the year. I'm wearing a charcoal black suit with a white shirt and red tie. Due to my clothing and height, I stand out in the crowd, and quickly am approached by friends and members of the local Democratic Party. They had been notified I was coming. I carry on conversations with those who approach me, but it is my task to meet as many new people as I can. 

I pick up a glass of punch from a passing waiter, and walk to the tables full of appetizers. Standing to one side is an incredible female with long ebony hair talking with a small group. As I pick up some Swedish meat balls, I try to remember her name. It comes to me as I view her beautiful face and well filled red dress, Leslie Godfrey. She's receiving one of the awards for the 2013 Ace Awards.

I look around the gathering and notice a pretty young lady probably in her late twenties or early thirties. She holds a small valise and observes those who interact with Mrs. Godfrey. She might well be Mrs. Godfrey's assistant. I pick up a glass of punch and take it to her. "I notice you have nothing to drink. I'm Tom McFerson."

"I'm pleased to meet you Mr. McFerson and thank you, but I can't drink because I'm working."

"The punch contains no alcoholic. I assume you're Mrs. McFerson's aid, and your name is? 

"Oh excuse me, I'm Kelly Burnside, Mrs. Kelly Burnside, and yes I'm Leslie's assistant." She drinks some of the punch.

"How long have you been working for Mrs. Godfrey?"

"It's been almost two years just after I separated from my husband." She blushes and holds her hand over her mouth.

"Your secret is safe with me. I'm employed by the Democratic Party." I have some of my punch and observe Kelly closely. She's about five feet four inches tall, one hundred and twenty pounds. Her hair is brown as are her eyes and hair. She's wearing a black business suit with a conservative white collared shirt.

"What do you do with the Democratic Party?" She asks lifting the glass to her attractive lips.

"I do a little bit of everything, but my main task is to raise money. It's been nice speaking with you Kelly, but I need to introduce myself to your boss."

Mrs. Godfey doesn't have a drink. I pick up a glass of punch and walk to the gathering. "Excuse me I noticed you don't have a drink." I say handing it to her turning to leave.

"Thank you Mr....?

"You're welcome. I'm Tom McFerson." I turn again to leave.

"Mr. McFerson would you please stay? If the rest of you give me a minute, I'd appreciate it."

The gathering breaks up and Mrs. Godfrey extends her hand to me.

I take it. Her hand is warm with a slight tremor, her fingers are long and her left ring finger has a large diamond ring, and she holds mine a little longer than necessary.

"That was a very suave way to get yourself noticed. May I ask who you work for?" She stares into my eyes.

"I'm employed by the Democratic Party. I've read your brief resume and you've accomplished a great deal being married to a successful businessman and having three children." I return her stare.

"You've impressed me again. Almost no one reads those handouts. Why did you?"

I smile. "To tell you the truth it part of my job. I'm supposed to meet and know as many VIPS as I can."

"So, I'm a VIP?"

"Yes, but you're much more than that or you wouldn't be receiving an award this evening." I rub the back of my left hand resting along my thigh.

She smiles. "It's been a pleasure speaking with you Tom. Would you be kind enough to send me your vitae?" She extends her hand again.

I take it in my right hand and clasp my left hand over hers. 

She smiles, turns from me, and goes back to her group of friends.

I watch her walk away, and I return to Kelly. I'll learn more about Leslie by talking with Kelly than anyone else.

"I see you made an impression on my boss as well as me? Kelly says smiling as I walk to her.

"I don't believe you are usually a wall flower, but you've taken the role to earn a living for yourself and..."

"You're correct and I have a three year old son. What about you?"

"I'm single." I show her my left hand.

"How is that possible? You're so handsome. I can't believe you haven't had chances." She says edging closer to me.

Before I can answer the Master of Ceremonies calls the gathering to their tables "Can I buy you a drink after this is over?"

"I'm sorry but Mrs. Godfrey may want me to do something after the ceremony, and I have a baby sitter."

"Neither one of those is a problem for me. I'll talk with you after this is over."

She hurries after Leslie. 

Kelly Burnside

I look back over my shoulder at the tall handsome man. It's been a long time since I've talked with a man as gorgeous and well built as he. I hope Leslie won't need me after the banquet. I'd like to have a drink with him.

Mrs. Leslie Godfrey is presented with The Athena Award for achieving the highest level of excellence, devoted time and energy to the community, and, especially, opened the doors of leadership opportunity for women. I couldn't be more proud if I'd won the award myself. She certainly deserves the award, because of her hiring and promoting women to lead divisions of her ceramics company. I know because I'm being trained to become the Assistant Director of the bisque firing division as soon as my training is over. I applaud until my hands are sore after her thank you comments.

I'm even more pleased when she's invited for drinks by some of her admirers, because I spent most of the time observing Tom McFerson during and after the meal. His ability to move about the room meeting and talking to friends and acquaintances illustrates his friendly open personality. I'm moved by his good looks and willingness to take time with an underling like me. His invitation for a drink is haunting, because I haven't been moved by a man since long before my husband deserted me and Stacy.

With my purse and valise in hand, I follow the crowd out of the banquet hall. 

"Are you interested in that drink?" 

I hear as Tom takes my arm with his hand.

His words and touch are welcome. 

"Tom, I didn't see you behind me." I say pleased by his presence and question.

"Is that an answer to my question?" He smiles down at me.

"No that's a comment about you surprising me, but my answer is yes although I'll have to call my baby sitter."

"That's understandable, where would you like to go? I know of a small place near here I believe you'll like."

"Where ever you'd like is fine with me. How are we going to deal with two cars?"

"Why don't you ride with me, and I'll bring you back."

"Okay, that's fine." I take him by the arm as he leads me out of the building to his Lexus. I feel good about myself because he asked me out for a drink, and because I'm hanging on to the arm of the best looking man in the room. We chit chat about the banquet and Leslie's award and the wonderful job she's done enabling women to take leadership roles in her company.

The Rome Club is only a few blocks for the Chamber of Commerce Conference Center. It's decorated with pictures of Rome and the Italian country side, and the servers all wear white togas. Tom orders a tomato based dip with chips as an appetizer and a Dewars on the rocks for himself. I have a glass of Mosocoto. I excuse myself and call my baby sitter. She's willing to stay as long as I need. I fuss with my hair and makeup in the ladies room, and go into a stall to remove my panties and place them in my purse. I'm going to be ready if he asks me.

He stands when I return. "It looks as though you've remade yourself. You look like a million dollars."

"Thank you, my baby sitter is not a problem."

"Great would you like to dance?"

"I'd love too. It's been a long time I may be a little rusty."

He dances like a dream, and I feel comfortable in his arms. We dance to several slow tunes and he holds me close. My nipples harden rubbing again his chest and I leak a few drops of mucous down my legs. I feel the bulge in his pants, notice his scent, and hear his complimentary remarks about my dancing. 

Back at our table, we finish the chips and dip, and have another drink.

"I hope this isn't the end of our time together." I run my hands through my hair.

"Kelly, we haven't known each other long, but I think you're as taken with me as I am with you. I'd like you to come with me to my hotel?"

I hesitate. I like him a lot, and why did I take off my panties if I wasn't ready to have sex with him. "Tom, I appreciate your invitation, but it's been a while since I've been with a man." 

He laughs. Does that mean no, yes, or maybe?"

We continue to talk until we finish our drinks. 

"Have you decided on an answer?" He asks staring at me

"I think we should go... go to your hotel." I return his stare and run my hand over my breasts.

He puts his arm around my waist walking to the car. As he drives to the hotel, I observe his chiseled features, and remember the bulge in his trousers as we danced. It's been a long time since I had sex, but I look forward to the pleasure he can give me. I place my hand on his thigh. 

He pulls my hand to his erection.

It's large, it's hard, and it's warm. I love it already.

Tom McFerson

I'm glad she said yes. I can't wait until I see what's under those clothes. 

Inside my room, we're in each others arms. Our lips touch. Hers are soft, moist, and taste wonderful. I enjoy her breasts crushed against my chest, and her tongue rushing around my mouth. Instantly there's a spark between us and our kiss becomes more and more passionate. 

Our tongues explore each others mouths, and the current between us has me humming with excitement. We fumble getting each others jackets off. We resume our kiss with our hands exploring each others backs ending with hands grasping each others ass and grinding our groins together. 

"It'll be faster if we undress ourselves," she says.

I watch her as she peels off her dress and bra. She's not wearing panties.

"I'm surprised you're going commando?" I ask stroking my erection.

She smiles shyly. "I removed them at the Rome Club. I decided then if you asked me I'd say yes."

"You dropped your panties for me?"

"Yes," she says taking them from her purse. "I want you to take advantage of me, since I'm as horny as a bitch in heat."

"You're my kind of woman." I take her in my arms and fall into bed with her. As I kiss her my hands are all over her body. She's soft, smooth, warm, and has a nice set of tits.

She rolls on to her back, spreads her legs, and pulls me to her. "Give it to me."

I inch myself to her pussy lips, separate them, and slowly slide as deep into her as I can.

"Oh, oh God, I love it, I love your cock. Give it to me." She wraps her arms around my neck, and her legs around my thighs.

I'm having a hard time believing the short, shy, wall flower is acting like a slut, but I'm eager to please her. I give her three short hard thrusts.

She grunts "Aaaugh," after each one.

With my head beside hers I slowly pump her with long strokes. 

"Oh Tom, that's wonderful, don't stop."

I constantly change my rhythm from long and slow to short and fast. I roll my hips one way and then the other. I feel her clinching her muscles around by cock, and hear and feel her breathing in my ear.

She moans, "Ooh, ooh, ooh! I love it, I love every inch of it. I want to get in sync with you. Stroke me as you did at the beginning."

I pull back and she does the same, I push forward and she rams her pussy into my cock.

We with draw and thrust, with draw and thrust over and over again,

She holds me tighter. "I'm going to come," she says into my ear, "give it to me hard and fast." 

I grab the top of the mattress and ram into her like a jackhammer. 

It doesn't take long until she groans, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me," as she climaxes. 

My pounding doesn't stop until with one last push, I eject my jism into her with a groan, "God damn you've got a great pussy." My spasms continue for several minutes before my convulsions cease. 

"I'd forgotten how good it feels to have a cock in me. Thank you, thank you" she says as tears come to her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" I pull her close.

"I'm so happy because you thought I was worth fucking, and because I enjoyed my orgasms so much.

We cuddle for a long time. 

I caress her breasts and nipples.

She strokes my cock.

"Can I get on top?" She asks.

I roll on my back holding my cock up right. "This is my favorite position."

As she straddles my body she asks, "Why?" but continues to rise on her haunches and lower herself until my shaft slips into her opening. 

"Are you ready?" She doesn't wait for an answer, but spindles herself and slides as far down on me as she can. She groans, "Aaaugh, you've got a great dick."

She sits on top of me with a satisfied look on her face. In this position I'm not only encased by a willing pussy, but I'm able to look at her beautiful face and average sized breasts. "Just don't sit there, move." 

With her hands on my hairy chest she moves up and down. She smiles at me, and although her breasts are partially hidden behind her arms I enjoy seeing them bounce with her movements. I place my thumb of her clit, and she increases her speed.

"Oh, oh, oh your thumb feels so good. Thrills are shooting through my body." Her breathing becomes labored as she moves faster and faster.

My thumb never leaves her honey button.

She stops moving up and down, and swivels her hips in circles grinding my shaft. "Oh God, oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming, Aaaugh!" She throws her hear back, rolls it from side to side, and climaxes all over me. 

I smile up at her proud of my ability to bring a woman to an orgasm. When she calms down, I pull her forward watching her breasts swing to my face. I stop her there. "This is one of the reasons why this is my favorite position." I cup and fondle her tits, before taking a nipple into my mouth.

She sighs. "Hum," as I lick, nibble, and suck on her teat. "You do that so well. My boobs are tingling, and I can feel pleasure rushing through my body."

I feast on her nubs and leisurely roll my hips to grinding her cunt. The longer I suckle and ream her vaginal walls, the more I feel her shudder. Rising on my shoulders, I ram my rod up and into the depths of her tunnel. At the same time, I pull her mouth to mine as our tongues intensify the pleasure between us. My thrusts are long and hard hitting the bottom of her opening with each stroke.

She pulls her mouth from mine and groans, "Yes, yes, yes, right there, I'm coming!" Her body convulses as the joy of the friction between us causes her to climax.

I roll us on to her back, push her legs to my shoulders, and I pummel her. I see the perspiration on her face, the redness of her neck and chest, her flattened breasts, and I cram my cock in and out of her at the speed of a race car piston. I feel myself reaching a peak of arousal and I plunge one last time spilling my sperm into her. I groan, "Oooaugh!"

Her howl matches mine, "Aaaugh," as we climax together. 

It takes a long time for my secondary spasms to cease. When they do, I slip from her and fall to her side.

We lay cuddling.

Kelly rises on her elbow. "Thank you for the best sex I've even had. You're incredible lover. Am I ever going to see you again?" Tears form in her eyes.

"You're the astonishing lover. I had a wonderful time, and yes you'll see me again. I have to come back to visit your employer, which means you'll get to see more of me." I enjoy softly kissing her lips before we shower. 

After we dress, she hangs her panties on a chair next to the door. "A little something to remember me by," she says with a smirk.



I'll Drop My Panties for U



She gathers items for the bag she takes to the spa, wondering if Tom would like her forty-five year old body. Her slim but busty figure is the same as it was when she met and allowed Lance to seduce her. She's in great shape for a woman her age. I hope he has a nice package because I haven't had a good hard cock for some time.

Before going to the spa she sits down at her desk going through her contacts and creating a list of individuals who would more than likely make a contribution to the Democratic Party even though their husbands are probably republican. She's doing this in an attempt to insure her affair with Tom will be extended for quite some time. Her libido is as strong at forty-five as it was when she was eighteen.

As she drives to the spa she thinks about having a young hard dick plowing her pussy.



I'll Drop My Panties for You Ch. 01



"I'll drop my panties for you," a voice whispers to me as large breasts push into my back.

Without turning, I ask, "Do I know you?"

"No, but we can change that." She molds her body to my backside.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask remaining calm and finishing my glass of Dewar's.

"You're a tall, handsome man whose presence has stirred my juices all evening. Would you like to stir them horizontally?"

"I'm working right now."

"I think you need some R and R." She slides her breasts back and forth across my back. "Nice that makes my nipples hard."

Turning around slowly, I'm face to face with a thirtyish red head with green eyes. She's beautiful, half a foot shorter than me, and wearing a purple dress with a high collar that accents her physical assets.

"Are you actually wearing panties?"

"There are several ways you can find out?" She asks giggling.

"My room number is 1713. When I leave you're invited to join me, but I have several more contacts to make." I ogle her.

"You'll never leave my sight."

I watch her fiddle-back shape walk sensuously away.

* * *

I'm Tom McFerson, a field operator for the Democratic Party. It's my job to talk with contributors, but especially the wives of possible donors to the party's coffers. Cases; I'm also asking for support for Larson Parson's re-election campaign. Its nine o'clock and I've been charming a large number of little old ladies and a few younger ones. I'm in this position because I'm a life-long member of the party, and because women salivate at my good looks and open friendly personality.

I usually leave fundraisers tired, a little drunk, and wondering if I'm doing the party any good. It'll be days, weeks or even months before I find out if any of the husbands or the women themselves contributes to the party.

Tonight isn't the first time I've been propositioned by a possible donor or her daughter, but it's the only time I've been approached in such a bizarre way. I wonder if the gorgeous lady in the purple dress is related to a politician or a date, or a friend. It doesn't matter because I'm not going to turn down an offer from a female of her quality. Especially one with a great pick-up line.

Three more females are my prey this evening. The technique I use is to get their attention is by giving them a compliment. I ask about their families and make a connection between there's and mine. If they need a drink or an appetizer, I get it for them. As couples and individuals pass by, I make introductions. I do whatever is necessary to make them feel important to me and to the party. When the preliminaries are covered, I indirectly ask them to consider making a contribution to the party and, in this case, a candidate.

Mrs. Rico and Manse are obviously submissive to their husbands and have no influence with them. I spend as little time with them as possible because they won't add to the party's financial needs. Mrs. Cabot, on the other hand, is probably the most important non-official in the crowd, because she married to the wealthiest man in the room, Lance Cabot. She's about fifteen years younger than her husband at forty-five. She's had a bit too much to drink, and she clings to my arm and every word. I flatter her by complimenting her ensemble; I get her a double vodka martini and ask about her children.

Excitedly she tells me about her grandchildren and asks if I have children.

I tell her I'm the only single one of four siblings.

"Mr. McFerson, do you mind if I call you Tom. It's such a pleasure to speak to someone who is intelligent, and who's not either an old woman or man. What do you do in your free time?" She asks smiling at me with perfect teeth.

"Tom is fine Mrs. Cabot."

"Please call me Margaret."

"All right Margaret, I don't have much free time because it's late July, and all the candidates are gearing up for the election. That means I spend most of my time on the phone or at fundraisers such as this trying to raise money. A donation from your husband would make my job easier."

"Are you asking me to influence my husband's decision?" She asks with a brazen look.

I laugh. "That's a little blunt, but yes I would appreciate it if you would."

"How grateful would you be if I did so? If I did so-for you? Would it help advance your career?" She asks holding me tighter and rubbing her leg up and down mine.

I'm thunderstruck by her question and her leg on mine. I look deep into drunken blue eyes. Eyes filled with lust. "I would be incredibly thankful, and yes a large contribution would probably get me a promotion."

"Would it help if I made a personal donation?" Her leg slips between mine.

I stare at her and try to move away, but she holds me close. "It certainly would. Two contributions from the same family would make my superiors happy-very happy."

"Okay, I'll donate five hundred thousand dollars," she says as though it was a number a hundred times less than that."

I gulp, my heart races, and I perspire. "Thank you Mrs. Cab...er Margaret that's incredibly generous of you."

"You can show me your gratitude by calling the number on this card sometime next week." She hands me an engraved business card from her clutch purse with her name and phone number. "I only give these cards to special people. You will call me?" She asks in a commanding voice.

I look into her blue eyes again, "You're the first item on my agenda."

"I'll let you go because I noticed Mrs. Speakman talking to you earlier. I believe she's waiting for you," she said knowingly. "I'll await your call." She releases my arm after giving me air kisses on both cheeks.

I walk away trembling. A half a million dollars is a large contribution. I'll get credit for the money and a sexual proposition from a charming and beautiful MILF. How is it possible that lightning can strike twice in the same evening?

* * *

Mrs. Julia Speakman leaves Tom McFerson standing in the darkened corner of the conference room thinking about the breathtaking slightly younger man. I love my husband, but Tom is too gorgeous to pass up. Not only is he good looking, but he has the body of Atlas. I hope he doesn't spend too much more time with the other ladies because my panties are wet. I need a man who can satisfy the itch between my big toes.

Being a politician's wife has it benefits. I get to go to fancy parties like this one and to host a number of others. My name gets mentioned in the paper once in a while. At fundraisers like this, people young and old, come flocking to us and to me. It gives me a wonderful feeling.

The downside of being married to a politician and having three small children is that I don't get much quality time with him. It's either the kids or politics that keeps us apart and don't get the opportunity to speak with anyone who isn't either a child or an elderly person. Having time for me is a good thing, but it doesn't do anything for my sex life. Neal is either coming from or going to a meeting or a fund raiser, or he comes home tired and not interested in giving me what I want and need.

Looking around the room watching Tom entertain potential contributors with his presence makes me a little jealous. His looks and personality have captivated me, and seeing him with and speaking with other women disappoints me. I'd like to have him all to myself. I haven't cheated on my husband, but my hormones are screaming-fuck him!

I join a group of friends and engage in the chit-chat common to women tied to politicians. As we talk, I keep a close eye on Tom. Right now, he's being held in a vice grip by Margaret Cabot. Is she too soused to stand up by herself? They talk on and on, and I lose track of the conversation going on around me.

"Julia, Julia, this is earth calling?" Mary Condra asks.

I'm startled out of my reverie. "I was just thinking about how long these affairs dragon."

"You know you're going to be here at least another two or three hours like the rest of us. You might have another drink to help you through the waiting." Mary says.

"I think I'll do that." I walk slowly toward the bar just as Tom leaves Margaret's side and heads for the door. My instincts are to follow him immediately, but I get a glass of Moscoto, take a sip and walk toward the ladies' room. I down the wine quickly and step into a stall to remove my panties. I exit the restroom walking quickly to the elevators. Two or three hours are a long time. I could have his cock in me for most of that time. At least long enough to have several orgasms.

* * *

The tap on the door is faint. Pulling the door open I greet a smiling Julia holding a pair of purple panties in her hand. I laugh while grabbing the hand holding the cloth and drawing her into the room.

"I told you, I'd drop my panties for you." She falls into my arms allowing the garment to drop to the floor. She places her mouth over mine pushing her tongue into my mouth sparking my libido.

I have her purple dress and bra on the floor in seconds. My mouth ravages her breasts until she squirms from my sucking and flashing tongue. A finger penetrates her red pubic hair and deep into her tight oozing pussy. My finger, like a snake, searches for and finds her G-spot and applies pressure until she's hyperventilating. As I prod her sweet spot, my mouth devours her clit. She's moans and writhes as I continue my assault. She comes all over my hand. I spread her legs and ram my long hard cock into her flooded channel and thrust into her with a frenzy. She moans in bliss. I place her legs over my shoulders, and like a machine gun I rapid fire my cock into her. The moans become groans as the friction between our organs increases in intensity and she climaxes, "Oaugh. I continue to plunder her until I reach my peak of passion, and I fire round after round of jism into her waiting and willing pussy.

We lay panting, sweating, and enjoying out sexual release.

"That was wonderful. I haven't had a vaginal orgasm since I was first married. Thank you."

"I can tell by how you responded to me that your husband hasn't been giving you what you need. Is there a reason why he wouldn't have you in bed as often as he can?"

"We have three kids and I spend a lot of time with them, but I go out of my way to have quality time with Neal. Being a politician, he's always on the go. He's either not home or too tired to take the time I need to have an orgasm. That's the reason when I first saw you this evening, I couldn't help but step out of character and approach you the way I did."

I look at her beautiful face. "Your husband seems to be the only politician in the country who is having an affair, or is it possible he is?"

"I never thought about that. I don't think so. I don't have a reason to believe he is, but let's change the subject. I want to make love with you again."

I smile because I'm not one to turn down an offer like that. "Don't you think it would be better if we were in a bedroom?"

She giggled. "I'm so pleased I forgot we were on the floor." She picked up her clothes and led me to a bedroom. "This is a spare room, I don't want to leave any evidence for my husband to find."

I finish undressing.

We fall into bed kissing and holding each other close.

"I like the way you kiss." She takes my shaft in her hand, "And I like this cock of yours." She slowly strokes me erect.

Time passes slowly as we take turns touching and kissing each other's bodies.

She hums in pleasure from my kisses, but when I attach myself to her breasts she seems infatuated with the fact that I treat her tits with affection. "My husband makes comments about my breasts but he doesn't treat them as passionately as you do.

My mouth and tongue are never still as I adore her large boobs and nipples. I'm not rough, but my intent is to raise her level of desire.

Her response is to run her hands through my brown hair and to enable me to switch from teat to teat. She's surprised when I take her orbs into my hand and kiss my way south.

I kiss and lick my way to her belly button, to her pubic hair, and to her pussy. As I twiddle her nipples, my mouth encircles her outer lips until she's wiggling from pleasure. I lick up and down her slit and gradually slip inside exploring the mysteries of her depth.

She spreads her legs and pulls my head to her. Her fluids flow at a faster rate as she becomes more excited.

I push one finger into her snatch and run my tongue over her clitty.

Her response to my actions is to arch her back and hump her cunt into my finger and mouth. Her breathing becomes faster and louder, and when I softly bite her engorged clit she erupts in a major orgasm. She clamps her legs around my head and pushes my face harder into her twat.

I persist biting and licking her honey spot until she pulls my head from around her clit and groans, "Oooaugh!"

Without hesitation, I plunge deep into her.

Our kiss is long and tender.

"Umm, I wondered if you'd kiss as good as you look-you do."

Our second kiss is long and passionate with tongues locked in a mating ritual. Our talking stops. 

We're in bed touching and kissing each other everywhere.

She's responsive and knows what she likes and wants.

I haven't been with a woman so hungry to be fucked in a long time. I'm a player, but most of my conquests are passive allowing me to use their bodies for my pleasure, and taking my cock so they can brag about having sex with me.

Julia, on the other hand, is active and demanding that I bring her to a climax. with my hand, mouth and cock.

We touch, smell, taste, hear, and see each other.

"What do you think of a thirty-year-old and a mother of three.

"I think you're fabulous. You are beautiful. You have a great voice. Your scent and taste are wonderful, and I can't believe you're a mother of three."

"Thank you, a woman married to a politician doesn't hear those kind of words often."

"Your husband is crazy. I wouldn't leave you out of my sight without a chastity belt."

She fondles my cock and balls.

"How much time do we have?" I bend and plant a kiss on each nipple.

"A couple of hours."

She trembles when I touch her pussy, and wiggles her hips under my hand while drawing my head to her breasts.

I kiss each nipple and switching from one to the other I lick her areolas and teats. "You feel and taste wonderful." 

"Please, come on I can't wait."

After donning a condom, I crawl between her legs, nudge them further apart, and lay my cock on top of her slit.

"Not there, I want you in me."

I run the length of my staff up and down her slit, making contact with her clit as I move my cock in both directions.

"Hum, that's nice but I want more."

I pull back, she lifts her hips and my shaft slides deep into her tight wet pussy. She moans, 'That's what I want a big hard dick pressing into me."

I sigh looking down as her as I rest on my hands. She's beautiful; her hair fans out behind her, her chest and the upper part of her breasts are pink from arousal.

"Tom, fuck me."

I stroke her enjoying the pleasure of my flesh massaging hers.

"You've got a great dick," she whispers in my ear.

I increase my speed benefiting from the added friction between us. Julia's breathing rate suggests she's approaching an orgasm. Her body, her scent, her taste, and her response are more than I expect. I continue stroking as fast as possible.

Her body writhes under me. "Oh, yes, I'm coming." Her groan of pleasure is long and loud.

I stop thrusting, but my need remains. I look at her.

She's crying. Her eyes open. "That's the first vaginal orgasm I've had in a long time," she sobs.

I'm not done. I roll until she's on top of me.

"Why did you do that?"

"I haven't come yet, and I've neglected your breasts."

She laughs, "Are you kidding me?"

I clutch them in my hands moving them in circles in one direction and then the other. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Let me recover. My orgasm hasn't stopped yet."

I lay quietly gently fondling her tits. They sway from side to side, forward and back. They're as beautiful in motion as they are stationary. I pull her toward me and take a nipple into my mouth.

"Hum, that's nice," she sighs.

I hold her teat in my mouth enjoying her flesh, and I gently rub the other. I'm struck by the sensations of her taste, and the feel of her boobs increases my passion. I'm having difficulty controlling my ejaculation while holding and sucking on to her nipples. I stare into her green eyes and see satisfaction and wonder. I see in her what I feel in my depths.

"I'm ready." She smiles, places her hands on my chest and propels herself up and down my thumping pole.

I return her smile, put my hands under the back of my head and watch her beautiful face, her bounding knockers, and enjoy the thrills she's giving me. Damn, she's one hot mama who knows what she's doing and what she wants. I shove my hand between our bodies searching for and finding her honey button.

"Augh," she whimpers.

My hand follows her up and down. My finger caresses her clitty.

She gasps, "Fuck, I'm coming." Her body becomes stiff, she leans back on my legs, and she throws her head back, roiling it from side to side.

I lay with a big grin on my face loving the fact she's had two orgasms. Pulling her forward, I take the other nipple, and suck with my tongue blazing and my hand rubbing and lightly pinching her other teat. I don't want to stop. I take her by the hand and using my hand as a brace I push her up and pull her back. "Now you do it."

It takes her a moment to get into a rhythm, but soon she's plunging up and down and back and forth on my pogo stick. "I've never had sex this way. It's wonderful because it gives me control. I can go faster or slow down and enjoy your dick stimulating my pussy. Aren't you ever going to come?"

"Not in this position. I pull her to my chest and ram her up and in, up and in. Her breasts flattened against me are stirring, and my cock touching all her sensitive places is even more rousing.

She becomes stiff and goes ballistic moving in all directions at the same time. I lift my hips a little until she explodes in an ear shattering climax, "Yaugh, yes, I'm coming!"

As she quiets from her orgasm, I roll us over onto her back. I'm getting close. With my hands under her arms and my finger holding on to her shoulders, I plunder her. The stimulations of her climax and the results of my gouging cause me to lose control and I groan, "Damn you're a great fuck." I eject spurt after spurt of jism into her tube. I hold her tight for several minutes as my spasms continue. Finally, I fall to her side.

We lay together in the spoon position each of us enjoying the afterglow of sexual satisfaction.

"Tom that was wonderful. I've never had so many climaxes," she says thrusting her ass into my groin.

"Thanks for dropping your panties for me. Can we see each other again?"

"With three little kids it's hard for me to get away, but I'd like to see you too."

We agree to get together again before we shower.

We dress.

She, fixes her makeup and restyles her hair. She walks me to the door, and hands me her card with her phone number. She kisses me on both cheeks before I leave.

Returning to my car I'm still enjoying the afterglow of sexual release and wondering if we're ever going to have another encounter.

To be continued.