Arlene approached, and stood before them. She was waiting for Ron's hands upon her burning hot body, for his promised quenching of the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling loins. But instead of Ron, it was Grotter who reached out for her while Ron sat motionless watching.
"You're gorgeous, baby!" the Senator growled, and his thick hairy hands were on her buttocks, pulling her in close to him. Suddenly she felt his face worming into the narrow split of her warmly seeping pussy, his nose and then his tongue parting the tender hair-fringed lips and probing lewdly up inside their moistness.
She jumped at the unexpected wet contact, and then felt him holding her all the harder against him, his fingers harshly kneading the pliable white flesh of her quivering buttocks below the garter belt. She opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a fast-paced licking and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She felt as though she had been doused with cold water, and she looked toward Ron for some assistance. Instead, Ron gave her a wink and a nod of approval.
"Try it…" he muttered. "You'll like it!"
With a shudder, Arlene realized that there was little she could do about the lewd wet sucking that was taking place up between her legs.
She felt horrified that she had let herself become trapped into such a cheap scene. Why, Ron could have gotten anyone of a dozen girls to cavort with Senator Grotter. Why did he hare to ask her to do this?
Grotter flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Arlene's nakedly exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the tiny trembling lips of smooth cuntal flesh as well as the curly dark hair that protected them. Arlene jumped against his hands, but he wasn't going to let her go now. His thumbs spread the softly hair-lined lips up between her thighs and the teasing tongue probed hotly, deep into her widespread cunt. Grunting, he moved toward her from his seat and kneeled in between her legs, forcing them far apart as he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue… slowly up and down within the nervous young brunette's secret slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about it in small titillating circles against her lust-moistened pussy flesh.
He pushed forward and Arlene cried out, losing her balance and beginning to fall backward. But she felt Ron rush behind her to cushion her, and she lay softly upon the rug of La Fourchette, her legs widespread and Grotter kneeling up between them.
Oh God! Arlene thought. She would have been able to make love with Ron in front of anyone, and probably anywhere. But this was more than she thought she could stand. It was horrible and degrading to have him kneeling like a big animal down there between her legs, and shivers of shame and humiliation ran up and down her spine. But she couldn't even cry out to him to stop. She had to go through with it now. But inwardly she screamed, I'm being used! I can't stand it! I just can't stand it!
Still Grotter's tongue teased between her widespread cuntal lips, working its way all the way up from her insanely tingling vagina through the palpitating narrowness of her pussy to the throbbing head of her defenseless clitoris. She was disturbed that the illicit flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening pulsing deep within her jerking clitoris, and she could feel the tiny nib of sensation swelling to full erection against her will! She began to squirm her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue, but it did no good. The idea that her lover Ron was somewhere behind her, watching all this, brought low guttural moans of despair to her throat. He was sacrificing her to Senator Grotter! The naked white plane of her belly danced erotically before the two men's hungry eyes as Grotter continued his greedy lapping and panting at Arlene's helplessly exposed pussy.
The older man's eyes peered up from his enjoyable task, and met those of Ron Cassidy who was standing behind the writhing nakedness of the prone woman who was his assistant. Ron nodded that it was fine for him to continue.
"She's just getting hot now!" he proclaimed.
The words stung Arlene just as if Ron had struck her, and suddenly she realized why he had asked her about the last spanking he had given her.
He had counted on her putting two and two together at some point during this ordeal, and it was startlingly clear. The kind of revelation that Arlene knew made people spend years upon an analyst's couch had been given to her at that very moment. Ron's forcing her to submit to Senator Grotter's lewd and obscene advances was tantamount to his spanking her! Arlene knew that those spankings were humiliating beyond belief, at the beginning anyway, but then the pain got caught up inside her somewhere and changed into something different… something real and much more exciting than simple pleasure. This is what Ron was offering to her now… an erotic experience to top all of their experiences together!
And perhaps it would!
Arlene's moans of desperation slowly changed. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steadily rhythmic writhing. Her humiliation was turning into something else as the soft gentle stroking of her attacker's tongue began to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to the sensitive flesh up between her legs. Her very nakedness, there in the back room of a popular restaurant, began to excite her and she could feel a definite responsive reaction begin to stir inside her as the lewd tongue-fucking continued. Control was slipping away again… that delicious feeling that she had with Ron, where all thought was blotted out of her mind, and she was nothing but a writhing mass of feminine sensuality, created for loving and nothing else! That powerful desire to think and keep on thinking was mercifully suspended and a total relaxation followed that enabled her to give of herself with complete abandon.
The dark channel of her vagina began to throb hotly. Yes, she could actually enjoy this obscene act… yes, she could…
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips upward to meet Grotter's madly licking tongue. "Mmmmmmm!" she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide open split of her streaming pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched pinkness of her inner flesh.
"Oooooochhh!"
Suddenly behind her she felt Ron's hands upon her breasts. His fingers began to play with the pebble-hardness of her fully erected nipples.
With a little squeal, Arlene abandoned herself the sudden rush of pleasure as the familiar fingers twisted her roundly swollen breasts, and down between her thighs her desire-inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being kindled to greater and greater heights of lust.
"Hurry!" Ron's voice directed over her nakedly twisting body. "Put it in her now… now!"
Grotter raised his glistening wet face, and his jowled cheeks reflected the excitement that he was feeling. Quickly, he opened his zippered fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt like granite in his hands, and he could hardly wait. Before him, he spied the small pink opening of Arlene's wetly seeping pussy, just waiting and ready for his hard cock!
He was really going to fuck her right there!
Arlene stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of contact with her yearning pussy.
God! Grotter thought. She really wants it bad!
As if to echo his thoughts, Arlene suddenly cried out, "Please… please… do it to me now… now I tell you!"
She had to quench the terrible desire that had risen up inside her, had to know physical peace before she could think straight again.
Senator Grotter kneeled up between the dark-haired woman's widespread thighs. He looked down at the widely-parted, shapely legs and bent down to ease them still farther apart. He almost seemed to drool over her nakedness as he noted that her stockings had gotten ripped and that her garter belt strands were all twisted and stretched. Her seeping coralhued pussy seemed looser and wetter than before and Grotter thought he'd never seen anything so exciting in his life. Certainly had never done anything that could quite match this long lunch at La Fourchette!