"Slow down," Elaine begged him.
"Can't, don't stop me. Can't," Sam said, his eyes closed and his face flushed red as perspiration ran freely down his handsome face.
"Wait for me… Ohhhh, wait!" Elaine cried out, digging her head into the pillow one more time and trying to work herself up to a climax.
"No, no," he groaned.
Elaine knew that she couldn't stop him now. She could tell from the fast, jerking movements he was making that he was out of control. He kissed her roughly, peeling her lips back over her teeth. He was hurting her now, but Elaine didn't care. Her cunt throbbed like an open wound. The flesh around her clit glowed as floods of juice leaked out and slicked down her cunt and Sam's dick. Elaine clamped her eyelids together and fucked for all she was worth. Her ass bounced on the mattress as she thrust hard against Sam's wild movements.
"Now, baby, now!" Sam warned.
Elaine tightened her cuntal muscles. She felt the powerful ring of her snatch clamp down around the base of Sam's prick just as his fucking movement grew crazy.
"Ahhhhh! Shiittttt, Elaine!" Sam squirmed helplessly on top of her. Elaine opened her eyes for a second and saw his face twisted as if he were being stabbed in the back. With her pussy muscles clamped so tightly, Elaine could feel the rhythmic pulsing of his cock-shaft as he started to unload the boiling jizz in his balls.
"Come, darling! Oh, darling, shoot that come into my snatch! Oh, God, Sam, now, now, now!" Elaine cried desperately as she felt his dick swell up in her pussy. She danced her ass wildly across the bed, holding onto Sam's cock-shaft with her aching cunt. Slowly but steadily, Elaine could feel the rushing tickles that had maddened her turn into steady, mind-blinding throbs that ripped across her clutching pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Elaine screamed out, flailing the air with her feet. She dug her nails into Sam's broad back. "Ohhhhh, Goddd! I'm commmminnnnnggggg!"
Sam grunted and lunged at her like a maniac. She bit his neck hard and slammed her violated cunt against him. They rolled around on the bed for what seemed like hours as Sam fired hot, wet salvos of jizz deep into her snatch. Elaine couldn't tell where her body ended and Sam's began. They turned into a tangle of flailing legs and arms and throbbing cunts and cocks as the room was filled with the cries of climaxing bodies.
"Ohhhhhh!" Elaine cried out, running her palms along Sam's back to feel the last tremors of his climax. Elaine sighed and drank in the full, warm feeling that filled her body.
"You know, I could use a good secretary," Sam said after catching his breath.
Elaine couldn't believe it! He was back to talking shop. He'd just come, and his cock was still buried to the hilt up her snatch!
"What?"
"You heard me," Sam crooned, bending his head down and kissing Elaine lightly on her eyelids.
"What-what has this got to do with-with…" Elaine stammered.
"With what?" Sam asked furrowing his forehead and looking curiously at her.
"Goddamn, Sam! When a women gets fucked, she doesn't want to hear a job offer right away. Makes her feel like some kind of whore," Elaine said, slightly angry at Sam.
"Sorry, honey. But I just don't want to lose you. As my secretary, you'd be around me all the time. Besides, the salary's a hell a lot higher than what you're pulling in now," Sam said, running his finger lightly up her flat belly.
Elaine thought about it. She surely wasn't getting anywhere with the Department of Treasury. Of course, she didn't intend to make a career out of typing memos and filing case histories. Sam's offer might be the first toe-hold she could have in the real world of politics. She'd just be a secretary, that was true. But with a little effort, she just might be able to get a career going in the political world. And to have Sam, too! That was almost too good to be true.
"I'll have to think about it," Elaine said coyly. Then she remembered Senator Kuhns. What if Wanda didn't convince the old man to leave her alone? If she became closely associated with Sam, any scandal involving her would drag him down, too. She'd not only destroy her chances of making something of herself in Washington, but she'd be responsible for shattering a budding political career for him.
"What's to think? Just say yes, and we can get on with more fucking," Sam said, burying his face in the nape of her neck.
"Please, Sam. I'm hungry. Let's go out to eat," Elaine said, feeling those sharp guilt pangs again. How could she act this way toward Sam when she'd done all those miserable, perverted things with Peter Kuhns?
"Admirers?" Sam asked dryly as her phone rang.
"Please, Sam," Elaine said as she hunched back and pulled her slackened pussy off the young senator's soft dick.
"I wish you'd change room-mates," he said flatly as Elaine rolled over and picked up the receiver.
"Elaine? Wanda. Listen, don't say anything. I can't talk long. I'm getting nowhere with that old fart. But I've got a plan. I'll need your help, and tonight," Wanda whispered hurriedly on the phone.
"I can't!" Elaine insisted, glancing over her shoulder at Sam.
"Do you want to get his creep off your back, or don't you?" Wanda asked quickly.
"Yes, but…" Elaine racked her brains, trying to think of some kind of excuse she could tell Sam.
"Okay. Then meet me back at the Hilton in an hour," Wanda said.
"Not there!" Elaine wailed, feeling cold chills of horror creep over her body. That hotel would never be a place where she could be at ease. It was the scene of her first and most brutal humiliation with… with… Elaine couldn't even bring herself now to admit what had happened to her with those dogs.
"Listen. It's the only place you can get that old man off guard. And that's what I've got to do. Just meet me in the lobby," Wanda said, hanging up before Elaine had a chance to say anything more.
"It was Wanda," Elaine sighed, placing the receiver gently back on the cradle and rolling over to her right side.
"And what's her problem?" Sam asked, obviously relieved that it wasn't another man.
"She's in trouble, Sam, and I've got to help her out," Elaine said, avoiding the young senator's eyes as she brushed his hands gently away from her boobs and rolled off the bed.
"A jam? What about me?" Sam asked in disbelief as Elaine scurried around the bedroom for her clothes.
"I have to go and pick her up. I can't explain right now," Elaine said as she pulled open a drawer, yanked out a bra, and flipped her huge tittles into the halter.
"I don't understand," Sam said, shaking his head slowly as he climbed out of the bed. "I can imagine the kind of jam Wanda gets into," he said sourly as he pulled on his socks and glared hotly at Elaine.
"Oh, Sam. Please believe me. Wanda's lot in that kind of trouble. I'm not going to meet her for some kind of sex encounter," Elaine said, hoping to God that sex wasn't involved in this. She and Sam had shared such a beautiful experience together. Elaine didn't want anything to mar the memory of it.
"Sorry, babe. It's just that Wanda's got a reputation around town," Sam said, bending down and pulling up his jockey shorts over his long, hanging cock.
"She's not all that bad," Elaine said, wishing that she could drop to her knees and tongue that hefty dangler back up to full stiffness.
"Maybe not. Maybe I'm being unfair to her," Sam said, dressing and combing his hair in the full-length closet mirror. "She may be just the girl-next-door type if given half a chance," Sam said quietly.
I hope to God not, Elaine thought to herself as she got ready to leave. She had a feeling that Wanda was going to need all her jaded experience to solve the problem of Peter Kuhns.
"Right on time!" Wanda said, getting up from the large green leather circular sofa in the centre of the hotel lobby. Elaine had just pushed the door into the brightly lit room and spotted her friend. "Wanda, what are you planning?" Elaine began. "Shhhhh!" the brunette warned, putting her right forefinger up to her lips. "Kuhns is upstairs, waiting for you?" Wanda whispered to the woman as she pulled her steadily towards the long battery of elevators.