"Thought you'd see it my way. Just come over to the hotel room tonight. You know the way. Cooperate, and you'll be one of the best paid secretaries on the Hill," Kuhns said, reaching over and giving her right arm a little pat before he slid back off the desk and started for the door. God! Elaine cried softly in disgust. "Tonight at eight sharp!" Kuhns said loudly enough for the entire office to hear. Elaine turned a deep shade of red and started to bury herself in another typing project. But as hard as she worked that day, she couldn't shake off the growing feeling of horror that was gripping her mind.
"I don't think we have to tie you up tonight," Elaine, Kuhns said as the blonde walked into the room. She sighed with relief. There were only two other men there. At least she didn't have to fuck in the middle of Grand Central Station.
"Let's get it over with," Elaine said sourly, closing the door softly behind her. She glanced over in the corner and saw the Doberman that had fucked Wanda.
"Oh, God, not that again," she moaned as she raised her hands and clutched her tits protectively.
"Come on, Elaine," Kuhns said as he walked over to her and forcefully pulled her hands away.
Elaine closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she let the old man's hands crawl over her boobs. "We can get a fuck anytime. But we really don't get an opportunity to see a girl with your, uh, talents too often," he said.
Elaine heard the other men join Kuhns laughing as he pushed her towards the centre of the room.
"Fuck? Come on, Elaine," Pete said, smirking at her as be roughly turned her to face him. He raised his hand and pressed his thumbs under the blonde's jaw, forcing her to look up into his fat reddened face. "Don't play games with me, honey. We both know that you get turned by doggie-cock. We just like to watch, that's all."
Elaine shuddered and moaned as she desperately tried to shake her head.
"Yes we do, and that scene probably turns you on, too. You want to get fucked, and by that mutt ever there right?" Peter said, forcing her head to the right and making her look at the Doberman.
"I…" Elaine started to say.
But Peter didn't let her answer. He was getting impatient, and was showing it.
"Get a good grip on this and you'll see much we want to watch you," Peter said.
He took one hand and grabbed Elaine's right arm, moving it forward until she felt something short, thick and hard with her fingers. Elaine knew that it was Senator Kuhns' stubby cock. Even with her fingers she could recognise that revolting organ that she'd had in her mouth many nights earlier.
"Looks like she's going into heat or something," the first man said.
He was about thirty-five, greying at the temples, almost delicately handsome man? Impeccably dressed in a metallic blue three-piece suit. He looked like he belonged in a diplomatic meeting now rather than in a hotel room watching a bowser fuck.
"Most of these Washington secretaries'll bend over just if you wink at them," the other man said. He was about ten years older and a carbon copy of Peter Kuhns. Elaine could have sworn they were twins at first glance. Not only did they look the same, but they had the same sick sense of humour and sexual fun.
"You're in for a real treat tonight," Peter panted as his chubby hands moved over Elaine's unresisting body. She made no move to stop him. It wouldn't do any good. The blonde held her breath, aware only of the heavy breathing around her and an occasional loud whimper and whine from the big dog in the comer. Soon she was standing in front of the senator, wearing only her lacy black bra and filmy panties. The halter barely covered the hard tit-tips that could just be made out through the black material. The briefs were so sheer that Peter and the two other men could see the outline of her moist pussy pressing against the fabric.
"Ohhhh!" Elaine cried out involuntarily as she felt the fat man's hand inch around her sides and slither up to the clasp of her bra. He reached behind her, fumbled for a few seconds with the elastic bra band, then finally unhooked her bra. Elaine shuddered with shame as her bared tits flopped loosely down to her chest. Peter reached up and caught one of Elaine's pointed nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing the sensitive flesh hard.
"G-g-god-d-d!" Elaine cried out, reaching up and brushing away his hand as she staggered backward away from him.
"Okay, Elaine. Take off your panties. Time to fuck old Rex here," Peter said, laughing at the blonde's reaction to his nipple squeezing.
Elaine closed her eyes, then jammed her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her sheer panties. Holding her breath, the blonde shoved downward, pushing the briefs past her knees and down to her ankles. As the three men gasped with admiration and made lewd comments about her tits, cunt and ass, Elaine stepped out of the briefs and stood in front of Peter, waiting for the next commands.
"Okay, honey. Down on the floor and on your hands and knees. Rex'll know what to do from here," Peter said huskily as he put both his hands on her shoulders and started forcing her to the floor.
Elaine took one last wary look at Rex, then dropped to her knees.
"Come on, Rex. Come on, you dumb mutt. Hot pussy's on the table," Peter said as his two friends chuckled, then fondled their bulging crotches. "Wiggle that ass, will you? He's got to know that you're interested."
Interested? Elaine thought to herself as she moved her thighs slowly from one side to the other. She wondered how long she'd have to play along with Kuhns until he started leaving her alone.
"Ohhhh!" Elaine suddenly cried out when she felt the dog's cold nose poke tentatively at her hot snatch-lips. It was starting now. She closed her eyes and ground her teeth together. Her skin crawled with revulsion as she felt Rex's thick, hot wet tongue slide up and down her inner thighs, slurping at her goose-fleshed skin. Elaine shuddered as she felt that tongue slip higher and higher until it was only inches away from her pussy.
"Unnn, umnn," Elaine moaned, rocking back and forth. She felt the beginnings of sexual heat start to ball up, then untie and spread slowly through her entire body.
The blonde couldn't believe this was happening to her again. The last time she blamed the liquor that made her come with the dog. But now she was cold stone sober, and she was beginning top feel thrilled at the Doberman's mouth contact. She was growing hotter and hotter until she began to babble meaningless endearments to the animal.
"Lick it there! Ohhh, yessss, y-y-y-esssss!" the blonde stammered. The tickle between her trembling legs was becoming worse. She was building steadily and quickly toward a brain burning come. Elaine's senses exploded with the dog's insistent tonguing. She put a shaky, ice-cold hand behind her left thigh to her cunt. God, she was soaked with her own juice! Then she felt Rex's tongue lap at her fingers, digging in between them.
"Christ, she's a regular bitch," the distinguished looking man said as he reached down and unzipped his pants.
Elaine glanced up and saw him yank out an eight-inch dick. She licked her lips as she watched its head grow fat and red and begin to drool out drops of pre-come. Rex's licking was turning her into a hot, mindless bitch! As the Doberman's tongue sanded across her outer cunt-lips, peeling them slowly back as the licking increased. Elaine wanted to try every sexual deviation she could think of.
"Cock, cock, cock, cock," the beautiful blonde moaned as her body rippled with sexual excitement, then swayed slowly from side to side. Her big tits dragged across the thick piling of the carpeting, sanding her tender, stiff nipples as she begged for miles and miles of hot prick-meat.
"Go on, Jerry. Let her suck that dick of yours. She blew me when she got licked off by King," Peter said, leering at Elaine as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his stubby prick.
The man didn't need any more encouragement. Elaine watched excitedly as he walked quickly over to her, his blood engorged cock swaying lazily from side to side with each forward step he took.