"Oh, Christ," Anderson yelped.
Wendy felt her clinging cunt being filled with sizzling-hot come. Anderson kept balling her like mad all the time he was coming, intensifying her own climax. Finally his cock was limp and empty, and he rolled off her with a loud sigh of satisfaction.
"Perfect," he gasped. "Just let me catch my breath, Walt, and I'll get out of your way."
The white-haired millionaire rested for a second and then crawled over to relax beside Wendy. Horn leered at her, and Wendy reddened, knowing she was about to take her second cock of the evening. The whole scene seemed so unreal, yet she couldn't deny the hot satisfaction she felt deep in her jism-filled twat.
"Roll over, my dear," Horn said huskily. "I like to do it that way."
Wendy obediently rolled over onto her hands and knees, sticking her pert little butt up into the air. Her big tits almost grazed the bed. Anderson's eyes widened in lusty excitement as he watched, and he licked his lips while Horn got into position behind her.
Wendy trembled when she felt Horn's hot sweaty hands gripping her hips. She knew it was wrong, but she was really excited about taking that monster eight-inch dick into her greedy little box. She wasn't disappointed, either. As Horn began pushing into her, her cunt felt deliciously stuffed.
"Ooooooooo," Wendy squealed.
Anderson chuckled and winked at her, then turned his attention to her other end, watching his friend's long thick pale cock slide between her swollen pink pussylips. Wendy panted and creamed as Horn slowly worked his giant prick all the way up her tight little twat. Finally the fat hard head of his dick was butting her womb.
"Oh, Jesus," Horn sighed. "You were right, Nels, she's fantastically tight."
Anderson laughed and said, "What? You mean you've never balled her before?"
"Didn't get around to it last time," Horn panted. "The little bitch sucked me off."
Anderson observed Wendy with renewed interest as Horn began fucking her, but she no longer cared if she was being watched. The Senator's cock was the biggest she'd ever taken, and it felt terrific. She moaned and bucked and creamed, digging every second of his deep fast fucking. Soon she'd lost all self-control and was moaning her pleasure.
"Oh, God, yes," she whimpered, "do it to me. It's so good."
In less than a minute Wendy was coming again, clawing the bed and bucking her pert little ass so furiously that Horn could hardly keep his jerking prick inside her. He managed to ride out her violent spasms, and then he moaned hoarsely and shot his steamy load into her. A few more jerks of his cock, and he withdrew, leaving Wendy flushed and gasping for breath.
"Very nice, my dear," he said, giving her a pat on the ass. "You've more than repaid your debt."
Wendy flushed and leaped off the bed and grabbed up her clothes. The two men watched her, leering, as she dressed. She was glad to get out of the Senator's suite and back to her own hotel. She knew she'd behaved wickedly that evening, but she tried to push the thought out of her mind.
After all, the state title was worth anything, even giving her body to two kinky middle-aged men. IN a week she'd be competing in the nationals, and that anything – her pride, her dignity, even her self-respect.
CHAPTER SIX
A week later Wendy was in New York for the finals of the Miss North America contest. Her competition was stiffer than ever. Not only were most of the girls more talented than she was, but many of them were stunningly beautiful, just as beautiful as Wendy herself.
Naturally Wendy considered trying her usual method of getting the title, but this time it wasn't so easy. The master of ceremonies for the finals was a very popular television star, Dan Taylor, and he was so mobbed with people each day that Wendy couldn't even get near him. The situation began to look desperate.
Two days before the judging, Wendy sat talking with another of the contestants, a lovely blonde named Mandy. "I really would like to get to know Dan Taylor," Wendy sighed, "but he's always surrounded by people. You can't get him on the phone, can't even get into his hotel."
Mandy grinned and said, "Wow, you must have quite a crush on the guy if you've been trying so hard to meet him."
"Oh, yeah," Wendy lied, "I'd do anything to talk to him, even for just a moment."
"Why don't you make friends with his gofer?" Mandy said. "He could get you an introduction."
"Gopher?" Wendy said.
"Gopher," Mandy laughed. "That means his personal assistant, the guy who goes for everything – coffee, drinks, phone, you name it. All the stars have one. Dan Taylor's gofer is a guy named Ned Yates. He hangs around the pageant a lot. I'll point him out to you."
Wendy decided to take a chance on seducing Yates instead of Taylor himself. Only through Yates could she get to the MC. Mandy pointed the gofer out that afternoon, and Wendy didn't waste any time introducing herself to him. But she shuddered when she thought of going to bed with him. Ned Yates was hardly the most attractive man in the world.
When she approached him, Wendy noticed that Yates was hardly taller than she was. He was skinny, balding, and middle-aged, and his face was badly pock-marked. He was chewing on a smelly old cigar stub, and when he grinned at Wendy she saw that his teeth were yellow and crooked.
Wendy gathered her courage and said, "Mr. Yates, could I talk to you for a moment?"
Yates removed the cigar from his mouth and studied her. Wendy had worn her black sequined bikini costume, and the effect wasn't wasted.
Yates' little brown eyes swept hungrily over her lovely tall figure, finally focusing on the deep ripe cleavage of her thrusting tits.
"I don't think we've met before, have we, honey?" he said in a squeaky tenor voice.
"No sir," Wendy said, "we haven't. My name is Wendy Evans, and I'm one of the contestants here."
"Well, fire away, honey," Ned Yates said with a grin. "I'd be a fool not to talk to a gorgeous chick like you."
Wendy moved closer to him so he could smell her faint but fragrant perfume and get a better look at her large pouting boobs. "Mr. Yates," she said, "this may sound silly, but perhaps you can help. I've been wild about Dan Taylor ever since I was a little girl, and I'm just dying to meet him. I thought perhaps you could arrange it."
Yates was having trouble taking his eyes off her big breasts, which bulged and strained in the tiny bikini top. "Well, Dan's awfully busy, honey," he said. "He's got interviews, guest appearances, and then this pageant to host. That's why he's so hard to get to. He just doesn't have much time except for business."
Wendy played her last card. She moved even closer to the homely little gofer, laid her hand on his knee, and sighed, "Oh, that's too bad. I'd do anything to get to see him, Mr. Yates – just anything."
Ned Yates had a short coughing fit. When he got it under control, he laid his hand on Wendy's, looked her in the eye, and said. "Anything?"
"Anything at all," Wendy said, returning his direct gaze.
Yates grinned and said, "You come on over to my hotel room tonight, and I'll see what I can do."
After the day's practice for the pageant, Wendy went to Ned Yates' room. She was wearing a very seductive outfit, tight black pants with a skimpy little black halter that showed her superb thrusting tits to the best advantage. She wished her target was someone more attractive than Ned Yates, but she knew she'd have to please him in order to meet the real power behind the contest, Dan Taylor.
Yates answered the door wearing a ratty old bathrobe and chewing the same old cigar stump. He leered at Wendy, and she tried not to show her revulsion. She didn't want this ugly little guy to touch her, but she figured he'd be doing a lot more than touching before the night was over.