Ruth met her husband John at one o'clock the next day for lunch with the head of the Republican Party in Pleasureville. They had made reservations at the most popular restaurant among the executives of the town. For the better customers, there was a private room in the back if they wanted a private lunch, or there was the main room, decorated like a classic French restaurant and a delightful retreat from the hectic world of the businessman. John had reserved the back room for he had serious business to conduct, and it had to be done with discretion, where they could nevertheless enjoy the excellent cuisine of the restaurant.
The meal had been divine and they were just starting on their coffee. Ruth was no longer participating in the lively conversation with Andrew Blaine because she knew that John was now zeroing in on the real reason for the luncheon. They wanted and needed the influential Mr. Blaine's assistance if John Connors was going to be elected the new mayor, and she had agreed to help all she could with her cunt.
He had never shown himself friendly to John Connors and had delighted in making derogatory statements to the press about John's way-out ideas whenever he got the chance. He was an old bastard, and it was going to take a lot of charming to get him to openly support John. Ruth was looking forward to the part of charming him right up between her nakedly spread thighs. He was a sexy-looking old codger! She rose to go to the ladies' room. The wine was making her feel a nice glow and she walked slowly toward the private toilet accommodations for the back room. She seemed to be able to feel the eyes of the two men upon her sensuously swaying asscheeks as she moved away from their table, and she felt proud to be such a good-looking woman helping her husband in his bid for mayor. When she returned, she noted that the mood between John and Andrew Blaine had softened considerably, and she wondered if John had already succeeded in getting an endorsement from him.
When in his turn John said that he had a telephone call to make and left the room, Ruth turned to Blaine and asked, "How's it going?"
Blaine placed his hand upon Ruth's knee underneath the table. He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His shrewd dark eyes looked intently into hers, and Ruth could not help wanting to reach out and tear the clothes from his body and have him fuck her silly right there in the restaurant. It was true that they were alone in the back room, but John would be back at any moment. Andrew Blaine's hand felt like a branding iron on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as it went and touching along the smoothly tanned length of her thighs.
"Oh Andrew…" she sighed. She longed for his touch, though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum dizzily, and she was filled with a strong desire for cock that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the wetly throbbing spot of her pussy, she was already getting wetter and wetter as Blaine's fingers moved steadily up.
"Oh…" she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner wetness of her red hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate heatedly. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there. She and John had agreed to let Blaine fuck her if he wanted, if it would get him to support John Connors for mayor.
Blaine's fingers advanced across the bare top of Ruth's thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic pussy band of her silken panties and let the tip of it sink into the wetness of her hotly trembling cunt.
"Ooooooooh!" Ruth cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated, hair-lined confines of her soaking wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Ruth felt in her loins.
"You are a beautiful woman," Blaine said suddenly, and there was an urgency in his voice that made Ruth aware that he was excited too.
"Thank you, Mr. Blaine!" she replied.
She remembered the other men she had been fucked by to further John's career. Both she and John enjoyed these career-advancing seductions and it had so far done nothing but good, for here was John on his way to being mayor!
She was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes as she felt his finger move in her cunt. It was so exciting when another man fucked her!
"I want to fuck you," he said continuing his lazy friction up between her creamlike white thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise your husband and put on a little show for him right now. I think we all would get a big kick out of it!" She didn't seem to be able to answer him, as his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy and the waves of desire continued to traverse her voluptuous body.
She felt a rush of lust as her husband returned. There was no time to answer.
Ruth felt flushed for Blaine had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and her husband was sitting there at the table now. She was ready to screw.
It was perfectly obvious to John why Ruth was twisted toward Blaine like that. The old codger probably had his finger up his hot little wife's cunt. Everything was working out great. He was one lucky man to have a wife who was willing to help him with his campaign. It was time he got up and made sure that no one would bother them for at least a half hour while Ruth "convinced" Blaine to fully support her husband for mayor.
While John was temporarily away from the table, Ruth could feel Blaine leering at her as he moved his finger lewdly inside her pussy and then removed it completely. He was an attractive man of about fifty or so, graying at the temples and in good physical shape. He wasn't young, but he was a good-looking man, one that would make more than one housewife's pussy tingle. She had only met Andrew Blaine once before and thought he was good-looking. She had no love for the man personally, knowing him to be a wily and dangerous man if he considered you his enemy, but a good one if he were on your side. Now she looked at him for the first time in a different light.
Before she had a moment more to contemplate the situation, she saw John returning after locking the door to the back room behind him.
He said not a word as he sat down again across from Ruth, but she knew that he had arranged it all, and that within moments they would set out to gain Andrew Blaine's favors. A terrible sensation of passion whipped through her once more as she felt Blaine's fingers rising beneath her skirt again. John had returned with an additional bottle of red wine and suggested that they all drink heartily. Blaine's eyes twinkled and his booming laugh filled the room. Had John spoken to him before? Did he know what was to come, had they planned it together?
Blaine's middle finger surged close to her already seeping cunt high between her open white thighs, and she felt him parting the softly curling pussy hairs and inserting the thick digit into the moisture of her wetly trembling cunt.
She drank more of the mellow, smooth-tasting wine and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising heat within her loins as Blaine's agile finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at the tingling slit of her aroused pussy. It felt so terribly obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening, when they all knew what was happening under the table. Then abruptly the conversation turned from the innocent topic of the theatre in Pleasureville to more explicit things.
John spoke to her in a tone of voice that she knew well. It meant that he was excited almost to the breaking point. He wanted to watch her getting fucked forcefully and hard; he wanted her to yield to Blaine's strong handsome arms, to let him grind out his lust upon her, blotting her own out as easily as he would snuff out a candle with the massive girth of his demanding cock!
"How does that finger feel up in your hot little pussy?" John asked. Ruth jumped at the words and at the knowledge that Andrew Blaine was flushing with emotion next to her.
"It… it feels…" she began. She must not blow it now. She had to give Blaine the hottest fuck of his life! Blaine's finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery folds of her wet pussy and worming upward toward the open spot of her hidden cunt.
"Yes?" he inquired, anxiously pushing and thrusting upward so that his finger rose into the wet and sensitive pit of the mayor-to-be's wife's cum-slick pussy.
"Good!" she blurted out.
Blaine cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat. He was enjoying the whole thing immensely. John Connors had promised him something special… something that he would truly appreciate if he decided to publicly support John. Now, Blaine was more than pleased to see that the promise was of a much more exciting nature than he had imagined. It was easy to get girls for an important man. But Ruth Connors was a dish that didn't come along every day, and he was delighted at the chance to fuck her – it was even better than money! To see the beautiful and desirable woman beginning to sprawl down in her seat, right next to him, her eyes mere slits as she entered into a passionate state that was obviously complete and intense, now that was a show! To feel his own hand at that moment fingering her wet little pussyhole was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned forward in his seat, fingering her and watching Ruth's expression with growing interest.
He could feel his already hard cock jerking painfully between his legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity the young couple had to set such a thing up right in the back room of Pleasureville's most popular restaurant. He had to hand it to John though; he really knew how to get a fellow. He had heard tales about John and his wife, about how the young lawyer and his wife would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Well, now he was getting a taste of it himself, and he found it entirely to his liking! Life was a dull affair at best, and he always liked to add as much spice to his own as possible. This was the kind of spice that made him think that it was all worthwhile.
John was speaking calmly to the thoroughly aroused redhead now, and Blaine tried to catch all of his words. He could only get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the picture. Ruth was getting excited, not only through Blaine's lewdly intimate touching of her cunt, but by her husband's lewd words.
"… know you like fingerfucking. Blaine's fingers are fucking your tight little cunt… squirm it… wiggle it… ugh! Ugh! Squirm it high inside your pussy… Oh God, his finger feels good up in there! Don't you wish it were his cock instead of his finger? You know you like fucking better than anything. Andrew Blaine knows it too… If you want him to, he'll fuck you now…"
With each word, Ruth seemed to lose more and more control of herself. Blaine could see her spreading her legs wider, and he leaned over and slipped his finger deeper into her cunt. It was then that he pushed the table back, and throwing up Ruth's skirt with a sudden motion, invited her own husband to watch what his fingers were doing, fucking deep into Ruth's cunt. Ruth whimpered; the idea that she was being lewdly fingerfucked by a stranger and exposed to her husband – but at the same time serving "the cause" – created a characteristic surge of masochistic enjoyment that increased her emotion to such an extent that she groaned out loud.
The pinkly glistening folds of her exposed pussy were plainly visible to John and Blaine now as they both stared intently at the red, hair-fringed cunt up between Ruth's widely separated legs. Blaine had flicked back the narrow elastic leg band of her panties so that the entire naked surface of John's wife's thoroughly aroused pussy was visible and his bunched-together fingers could be seen lewdly screwing up into the tightly clenching hole of her cunt, appearing and disappearing as he thrust again and again up into her willingly open cunt.
"Christ, man!" John exclaimed. "You've really got her going!" His lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of his wife's cunt, but he didn't want to spoil Blaine's chances. He wouldn't dare interfere with anything Blaine did now for fear of losing his chance of winning the man over.
Blaine would stop moving whenever he thought Ruth was about to cum. He did not want that to happen yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the brink of a mind-bending release, to arouse her so much that she would do anything to get a cock inside of her. It was obvious that she was a good fuck because she loved it and would only be satisfied with the best. This would be her first performance with him, but he knew she would do well. She had been well trained.
"Come on!" he said to her. "Hurry up and strip, and I'll fuck the shit out of you!"
With only a second's hesitation, Ruth stood up. She wavered as she looked down at the alert and deeply reddened face of Andrew Blaine, but she realized that she would be able to go through with it now. It would be worth it to feel Blaine fucking her, to obey him so well that he would fuck her into a state of ecstatic delirium. She would do as he said. Blaine had little to do with it, really. She and John were performing for each other as well as for Andrew Blaine. Being fucked by another man while her husband watched was an act that thrilled each of them beyond all possible games they could play.
She stood near the table, there in the back room of the restaurant, and began to slip out of her clothes.
Blaine watched with bulging eyes. He had only imagined what a gorgeous body Ruth Connors possessed, but now he saw. She was smiling at John with a loving expression, and Blaine valued this experience all the more because of the love these two young people had for each other. He had heard it said that the ultimate thrill in fucking was the one you got when someone shared his wife with you, and remembering this, he grew more and more excited. Her suit top and blouse were gone now and she stood in her skirt and lavender lace bra, one she had worn especially for him, because he was probably the old-fashioned type who liked the suspense of taking off a woman's bra and then watching her titties swing free. Her shapely legs were tanned from her daily sunbaths, and her full thighs came enticingly into view as she stepped out of her skirt and half-slip next. The beige tone of her silk panties blended subtly with the soft ivory of her naked loins.
Suddenly to Blaine it was if he and Ruth were alone in the room. She was playing strictly to him, while John faded even from his peripheral vision. Before him, Ruth's brassiere unclasped from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her huge, whitely billowing tits swung into freedom. His cock throbbed as he took in their creamy perfection. They rested high and proud in the artificial light of the restaurant and their quivering pink nipples stood out on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over her head in a provocative motion that was meant to lure him.
Damn! What a talent the girl had! John was one lucky bastard. Ruth was everything Blaine had always wanted in a woman, and more. He stared at her standing there barefooted in her tan-colored panties. Then, to his amazement and without another word of instruction from him, she turned her back to him and, bending over slowly, drew her silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and lushly curved asscheeks. She brushed them sensuously against her smooth white thighs and calves and finally discarded them at her feet beside her skirt.
Ruth stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping all her life, and then, with a deliberate teasing motion, turned to face the two men. All of her nakedness was now voluptuously exposed, from her sensuously throbbing tits to the soft coppery-red, hair-covered mound of her quivering young pussy.
John turned to look at Blaine and saw the entranced Republican Party member rubbing his hand across the front of his pants. A swollen bulge betrayed the existence of his hotly pulsing erection, and John felt a thrill of power as he ascertained that Ruth's performance was having the desired effect.
Ruth was dancing now, swaying sensuously back and forth before the two men in lewd countertime to the piped-in music. She pranced nakedly, her tits dancing and her smoothly curved asscheeks bouncing softly as she turned to present their ripely swelling fullness to the watching pair.
"Come here, honey," Blaine said huskily. "Let us have a closer look at you."
Ruth approached and stood before them. She was waiting for Blaine's hands upon her burning hot body, for his promised quenching of the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling loins. And she didn't have long to wait. Blaine reached out for her while John sat motionless, watching.
"You're beautiful, baby!" Blaine growled, and his thin aristocratic hands were on her whitely trembling ass, pulling her in close to him. Suddenly, she felt his face worming into the narrow split of her hotly gushing pussy, his nose and then his tongue parting the tender hair-fringed cuntlips and probing lewdly up inside their dark wetness.
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 asscheeks. 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 were going to burst into flames any second, and she looked over at her husband who gave her a wink and a nod of approval.
Blaine flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Ruth's nakedly exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the tiny trembling lips of pink cunt flesh as well as the curly red hairs that protected them. Ruth jumped against his hands, and he held her to him more tightly. His thumbs lewdly spread open the soft, hair-lined lips of her juicy pussy, and the teasing tongue probed hotly, deeply 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 it worked up and down within the nervous young redhead's cunthole, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate about in small titillating circles against her cum-soaked pussy flesh.
He pushed forward and Ruth cried out, losing her balance and beginning to fall backward. But she felt John rush behind her to cushion her, and she lay softly upon the rug of the restaurant's private room, her legs widespread and Blaine kneeling up between them.
Oh God! Ruth thought. She got so hot when John was watching her being fucked by another man. She was so hot that she couldn't even cry out to him. But inwardly she screamed, I want a man's cock in my cunt, something huge! Not just a tongue.
Still Blaine's tongue teased between her widespread cuntlips, working its way all the way up from her hotly tingling pussy through the palpitating narrowness of her cunt to the throbbing head of her defenseless clit. She was disturbed that the illicit flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening pulsing deep within her heavily pulsing clit, and she could feel the tiny nib of sensation swelling to full erection. She began to squirm her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in a futile effort to urge on the punishing tongue, but it did no good. The idea that her husband John was somewhere behind her, watching all this, brought more low guttural moans of lust to her throat. The naked white plane of her belly danced erotically before the two men's hungry eyes as Blaine continued his greedy lapping and panting at Ruth's helplessly exposed pussy.
The older man's eyes peered up from his enjoyable task and met those of John Connors who was standing behind the writhing nakedness of his wife. John nodded that it was fine for Blaine to continue.
Ruth's moans of lust slowly increased, but her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steadily rhythmic writhing. The soft, gentle stroking of Blaine's tongue began to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to her soft, curl-rimmed cunt. Her very nakedness, there in the back room of a popular restaurant, excited her and she could feel a definite responsive reaction begin to stir inside her as the lewd tonguefucking continued. Control was slipping away again, that delicious feeling that she had with John, where all thought was but a writhing mass of feminine sensuality, created for fucking 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 pussy began to throb hotly. Yes, she enjoyed this obscene act. Always had…
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips upward to meet Blaine's madly licking tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" 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.
"Oooooooooooooooohhh!"
Suddenly behind her, she felt John's hands upon her hugely billowing tits. His fingers began to play with the pebble-hardness of her fully erected nipples. With a little squeal, Ruth abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the familiar fingers twisted her softly trembling tits, 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!" John's voice directed over her nakedly twisting body. "Put it in her now… now!"
Blaine raised his cum-glistening face, and his 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 Ruth's wetly gushing pussy, just waiting for his hard cock!
He was really going to fuck her right there!
Ruth stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of contact with her yearning pussy.
God! Blaine thought. She really wants it bad!
As if to echo his thoughts, Ruth suddenly cried out, "Please… please… fuck 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.
Andrew Blaine kneeled up between the red-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 cum-gushing pussy which seemed looser and wetter than before, and Blaine thought he'd never seen anything so exciting in his life. He'd certainly never done anything that could quite match this long lunch! With a pained expression, he pushed his thickly pulsing cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head of it in between the red pussy curls and up into the velvety cunt flesh spread wide before him.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh!" Ruth responded as the sliding cock rose against her helplessly aroused feminine flesh. Her pleading whimpers filled the room as Blaine fucked the thick head of his cock up into the spreading entrance of Ruth's willing cunt, pushing upward, continuing in a slow constant act of relentless penetration until his cock was finally buried completely up in her whitely quivering belly.
"Oooooooooogggggghhhhhhhhhhaaaaaahh!" she cried, as Blaine gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of Ruth's tightly gripping cunt muscles wrapping around his prick.
Andrew Blaine inclined back from Ruth as his probing cock attempted to reach the farthest depths of her totally filled pussy, and he did not seem to want to stop until it was completely out of sight, buried deep inside the lustfully flailing young redhead's willingly spread pussy, and his cum-laden balls hung lewdly against her smoothly naked asscheeks, her long legs and feet and calves swung outward, quivering visibly as Ruth lay speared by Blaine's hugely impaling hardness.
From his position staring down over his lustfully writhing wife, John could see that Ruth was completely out of her mind. Her red-painted lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Ruth began to rotate her hips up to meet Blaine as his pussy-stretching cock pressured hard up into her raging cunthole. Again and again Blaine shuffled in toward her wide-held pussy on his knees, forcing his cock deep into her hungrily contracting cunt.
John Connors watched, his fingers still kneading at Ruth's softly jiggling tits. He was fascinated by the sight of his wife's red-haired cunt receiving the thrusting fucks of perspiring Andrew Blaine's huge cock.
He could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the sensuous flesh of Ruth's ecstatically pulsing tits beneath his fingers. Blaine's thrusting cock, from where he watched, appeared and disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing redhead's widely stretched pussy. It was throbbing red and swollen and each time Blaine rammed into her, Ruth gave a guttural grunt and her tits pulsed heavily in John Connors' lewdly manipulating fingers.
Blaine could feel Ruth's cuntlips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his heavily throbbing cock. It wouldn't be long now, he thought, and just in time, too. He couldn't last a minute longer! Blaine didn't know how good John Connors was in the sack, but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money that day with Ruth.
"Get it, baby, get it!" he began to spit out, obscenely.
Ruth writhed around on the rug and let all the perversity of the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her tits being pulled harder and harder, each burning touch creating a heat within her that only heightened the lust between her legs. The powerful blows that struck deep into the upper regions of her cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure, were wringing a joyful culmination from her tormented young loins. Then, suddenly, she jumped. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling sensations that started in her pulsing cunt and spread to all atoms of her body. She was released!
"Aaaaataaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Ruth choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the deeply fucking cock began to spurt forth its jism.
"Oh man!" Blaine exclaimed. "Oh, man!" His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliered ceiling. "Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, lifting Ruth's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his hotly gushing cock deep into her hungrily milking pussy.
"Oooooooh… yes, fuck meeeeeeeee!" Ruth cried out, jiggling upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for the burning hot cum juice that filled her quivering cunt.
She did not feel completely sane as, caught in the throes of her mind-blowing cum, she began to murmur a steady stream of words.
"Oh, fuck me, screw me… oh! I want your cock… I need your cock… Fuck me… goooooddddd!"
John Connors watched the lewd spectacle with mounting lust. He felt extremely frustrated by the whole thing now, and he wished that he could have fucked his wife instead of Andrew Blaine. There was something about doing it in the back room of a crowded restaurant while people were eating in the front room that really raised his cock. He would have to try it again sometime, only he would be the one to screw her.
Meanwhile, he would have to make do with what he could get.
As the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and John could see that Blaine had had it, he hurriedly released his own throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly in the cool air of the restaurant's back room. Strains of music still wafted through the room, and only Ruth's soft mewling, mingled with Blaine's heavy panting, could be heard rising to meet the music.
Blaine pulled out of her cum-drenched cunt slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn-looking. But Blaine seemed more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go! He clumsily got to his feet and, still panting, headed for the bathroom. John moved around Ruth's nakedly prone body. He knelt between her parted legs and looked at her gaping, cum-glistening cunt. What a sight! he thought. She was so beautiful. She lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance state, and John longed to fuck her with his painfully throbbing cock that he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his hand. The pinkly shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched and widespread for all the world to see, and the red curling hairs glistened with the combined wetness of cum juices. She was an obscenely presented dish, John thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly straining cock stood out taut and tight and ready. Just waiting for me! he thought.