Mrs. Grayson's naked buttocks, trembling and white, slid up and down upon Tim Cassidy's trousered legs as she felt herself ramming openmouthed down upon him. She had freed his testicles from his pants, and they snuggled up into the tightly clenched crack between her eagerly trembling thighs. Size had never felt him higher or harder inside her! Her warm velvety pussy clung naked and hair-fringed around the thickness of his thrusting cock, its moist pink mouth spreading to admit every inch of the slippery penis. In spite of herself, she began to emit low hums of ecstatic bliss, as her breasts heaved and her lips twisted with erotic passion. Her mouth worked excitedly as her voluptuously writhing body broke out in a thin film of perspiration.
Her head rolled from side to side, her dark, silver-streaked hair swaying as her broadly flaring hips began a slow demanding roll above the senator's heavily impaling cock. And then suddenly, with an erotically wet sluicing noise, her hungrily grasping pussy screwed itself nakedly down even more tightly against his exposed loins and Tim was forced to clench his teeth in a desperate effort to control himself.
"That's a good idea, Mother… you're absolutely right," he said to the speaker phone, and when he heard his mother's voice continue he knew that he had made the correct reply.
Meanwhile, the older woman who lewdly straddled Tim's rampant cock had entered another world. Her ripe feminine body was bursting with lust as every section of it responded to Tim's rigidly impaling cock, and in a wildly untamed manner she rode him relentlessly. Her body screaming inside with agonizing delight. She gurgled softly as the licentiously mounting sensations overtook her right there in Senator Cassidy's office with a bevy of secretaries outside typing and filing. Out the window she could see the Capitol Building right over Tim Cassidy's shoulder, and all along she was being magnificently fucked by the darling young boy! Nothing else mattered but the incredible feelings racing inside her totally feed and churning cunt, making her quiver wildly as the hard blunt cock-head sped hotly in and out against her inner cuntal flesh.
The warm wet pussy flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically around Tim's lust-driven cock as the Startling tide of the orgasm struck him.
Tim's loins released such a burning heat as his sperm spurted violently outward and up into the softly yielding flesh that surrounded his throbbing cock, that great gusts of steam seemed to fill him as he fucked on into both of their orgasms. They seemed to cum forever, his hot wet semen ricocheting wildly against his long-time secretary's desperately contracting womb. Her hands grabbed onto Tim's blonde hair as they writhed together on the chair and choked back the moans that threatened to pour forth from both their lips, and Tim knew that Mrs.
Grayson was cumming not once but several times in rapid succession. Her eyes were totally lost, turned upward into their sockets as a glistening bit of saliva formed upon her lips. Tim could see that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. She was wriggling this way and that, moving her naked loins up and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of cascading sperm from his wildly climaxing cock. Her mouth bit down hard on his suddenly, and Tim felt everything inside him lurch toward the woman who was old enough to be his mother. He was giving her his all, and this acute, sky-thrusting orgasm was his reward. It spun through his system, creating turmoil in every nerve ending, and the young senator felt the receding sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking pressure of his secretary's slender, hair-lined cuntal passage on his still-wildly-fucking cock. A thin rivulet of perspiration trickled from his forehead as Mrs. Grayson slumped at last into his arms. There was a lewd pool of wetness where their naked flesh still touched, and Tim was glad that he always kept a change of clothes at the office. He would need it today.
"Jesus!" he thought. "Jesus Christ!"
A buzzer sounded, and Tim started. His mother's voice was droning on and her words were suddenly clear to him again.
"… and I won't take no for an answer! You'll both come here in two weeks for dinner… I've invited some very influential people, including your nemesis, Senator Grotter. Just a small party… you can easily fly down to Grandville for it…"
Mrs. Grayson was already lifting herself up from her young employer's slowly deflating cock. She felt weak and drained, but somehow uplifted.
The day's work would fly by now, and soon she would be on her way home.
There were very few days when her job was not lightened in this unusual way, and she looked adoringly at the senator as she began to hurriedly adjust her clothes.
"Got to go now, Mother… Yes, we'll come… Send Sylvie a note or call her… got another call coming in. Yes, goodbye, Mom!"
He pressed the button that broke the connection and then, still leaving the speaker phone on, let the new call come through.
"Senator, it's the President's office calling." Tim rapidly replaced his spent organ within the safe confines of his pants and nodded to Mrs. Grayson. Briskly the older woman turned and left the room, leaving him alone to take the call.
"Put them through!" Tim ordered, clearing his throat.
"Senator Cassidy? This is Gardner Peals, and I'm calling you for the President. He would like to have you come to his office tomorrow at 3:00 p m. for a private briefing about the course of the war. Will you be able to come?"
"Of course… I'll be there!" Tim smiled broadly. He knew that before long, the President would be calling him directly on the phone without the use of intermediaries. His status in Washington was rising steadily and they were just about ready to start the big thrust for the nomination. Most of the others had been running all along, but he had remained in the background. In the background, but not idle. His brother Ron had been busy scurrying all over the country feeling out the mood and setting up what was bound to become a Cassidy push within the next few weeks. The way things were looking, it was certain that there would be a Cassidy draft at the nominating convention. Then, having done his homework well and made the right friends and the right enemies, Tim Cassidy would step in and take over.
Meanwhile, he could afford to remain an enigmatic figure, one who insisted he would not be in the running.
"Thank you, Senator. We'll-see you then." Peals, one of the President's top aides, hung up, and Tim pressed the button which would turn off the speaker phone.
With a sigh, he turned his swivel chair toward the window. There were a few clouds in the sky now, and it looked as if it were going to rain.
All thoughts of his bossy, talkative mother and of his erotically inclined secretary were gone from Tim's mind now as his blue eyes stared out at the Capitol Building shining white in the near distance.
He was due down on the Senate floor in a few minutes for a vote on the Hender Bill, and he would shortly be riding the swift underground cars that went from the senators' office buildings to the Capitol.
There was only the slightest bit of tingling left in Tim's loins as a memory of Mrs. Grayson's licentious visit only a few moments before flashed through his brain. The sensual interlude had done what it always did for the ambitious young man-it had cleared his head for the real problems that lay ahead… left him free for the scheming and plotting that would lead him to the place in the world where he thought he really belonged… 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue… The White House.
Chapter 2