Senator Richardson lied comfortably on the king-size bed, one hand hung on the headboard while the other holding crystal glass with two finger of whiskey in it. He took a sip of the golden liquid and then sat the glass on the nightstand beside him.
He crackled his neck and let out a shuddering sigh. It had been a long day. The insincere handshakes and fake smiles. The pretense that he cared for whatever the people cared for. The mask of compassion and respect for others. He groaned at the thought of it. Yes, it had been a really long day.
And that certainly earned him a little reprieve in his little private estate. No work to haunt him. No responsibility to take care of. Most of all, no Mrs. Richardson. Everything happened here stayed here. A little Vegas all to himself.
The corner of his lips curved upwards as a woman came in to the room. He had never seen her before. Well, after the seventh time of such instances, he wasn’t sure if he’s going to see any of all the previous girls he had fucked.
She had blond hair, hung lusciously down to her shoulder. Her shoulders were exposed as she was wearing only a towel around her body. Her lips were full, colored with blood red. She looked almost like the devil herself. So full of sin…no, the senator thought, she was sin herself.
“I hope you weren’t waiting too long.” she bit her lower lips teasingly.
“For you, dear, never.” he growled. His eyes were burning with lust, as he devoured her visually.
The woman smiled and walked towards him. Before she reached the bed, she let the towel fall to the ground. One slender leg after another, she climbed onto the bed and straddled the senator’s thighs.
Senator Richardson sucked in a sharp breath. She smelt of lavender, clean and sweet. His groin hardened. His heart rate climbed. Such a lustful creature, in front of him, naked and exposed for his entertainment.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Elizabeth.” she whispered into his ear.
“Elizabeth.” he rolled the name in his tongue. “That’s a sweet name.”
“I’m a sweet girl.” she exhaled as she pressed her pussy on his hard groin.
The senator grabbed the blonde’s neck and pounced his lips onto hers. It was not a soft kiss. It was carnal, an act solely guided by the animal instinct within. Their tongue wrapped around one another. Lustful moans escaped their throats.
The woman slid her hand down and unzipped his pants. With a skillful maneuver, she pulled the waistband of the underwear down and his cock sprang free. Her other hand joined in as she began massaging his length.
The senator growled in pleasure. His cock was twitching in her grasp, begging to be pleasured, begging to be stroke. She pulled away from his lips and shifted herself backwards, bent forward, and took him into her mouth.
The senator hissed at the intense pleasure derived from her mouth. His legs flexed and stretched as she suckled and lick the tip of his cock. She lowered herself further, taking him deeper.
“God, you are good.” he groaned.
She pulled away from him briefly and muttered thank you before sliding his cock back into her mouth. She then stroked him with her lips, sliding up and down until he was hissing. After a while, he shuddered. A warm load of cum shot out of his cock and into her mouth.
The woman straightened herself and looked into the man’s eyes. And she swallowed, right in front of him, showing him the movement of her throat. She then took the whiskey from the nightstand and sipped the auburn liquid. She pressed her hand on the senator’s chest until he was leaning against the backrest. She tilted the glass until every last drop was in her mouth. She placed the empty glass back on the nightstand before leaning in to kiss him.
The liquid flowed from her lips into his. He moaned at the intimacy but that wasn’t the end yet. While she fed him with whiskey through her mouth, her other hand positioned his still hard cock right at the entrance of her pussy. She lowered, his cock slid in, and both of them moaned at the pleasure they elicited out of one another.
“I hope I’m not being too greedy.” she purred once the feeding was over.
“Never.” the senator growled and began jerking his hips.
The woman pushed herself down in unison with the senator’s thrusts. The sound of flesh smacking flesh ripped through the silence of the room. The woman moaned as the rate climbed. It wasn’t long before the senator succumbed to another orgasm and unleashing his load into the woman.
“Do you like it?” the woman asked.
“Yes, dear. I love it.” the man panted.
She beamed him a smile and then wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want to give you more.” she purred and began riding him again.
“Stop.” the senator said reflexively.
Despite his good health, even he knew his sixty seven year old body wasn’t supposed to have two orgasms in such short intervals, never mind three. But the woman didn’t stop. Instead, she kept her pace, pounded herself onto his cock.
“Does it hurt?” the woman asked innocently.
Surprisingly, no. The senator was confused for a moment. He had never orgasm twice without feeling the ache in his cock. The last time he tried to fuck his wife right after he had secretly fucked one of these girls, he had a aching cock. But today, it seemed like he could still go on. In fact, he could feel the arousal creeping back to him as the woman continued to ride him.
“No.” he finally said.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Oh, God. No. Don’t stop.”
She continued, never stopping. Not even after he came again for the third time. Or for the forth time. She didn’t stop until he came for the fifth time. By then, the senator was already panting profusely. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was red. Sweat coated his face, neck, chest and limbs.
The woman climbed away from him and pressed both hands on his chest. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. Never better.” the senator exhaled. He felt like he could still go on forever.
He grabbed the woman by her waist and pulled her back to him. His twitching cock pressed against the crevice of her pussy. He wanted to fuck her again. He wanted it so badly he felt like would die if he didn’t.
“No, sir. My pussy is sore.” the woman complained.
“I don’t care.” the senator grumbled as he tried to push his cock into her.
She leaned forward and kissed him on his lips. The kiss seemed to have tamed him as he looked into her eyes.
“You can fuck my ass if you don’t mind.” the woman offered.
She removed herself from his lap and turned around with her back facing him. She leaned forward and prostrated herself with her ass propped up as though it was some form of offering. The senator stared at the curve ass for a moment. Would he mind? He had never fucked someone anally before. Time to find out.
He clambered clumsily onto his knees as he tried to kneel behind her. Once he stabled himself, he plunged his cock into her asshole.
“Good lord.” he hissed. It was tight. Really tight. It was tighter than a virgin underage pussy. Not that he would have anything to say about that. At least not officially.
His arousal came back to him. He sucked in his a sharp breath as he began to move. Her tight sphincter relentlessly clutched around his cock, gripping him greedily as thought she didn’t want him to pull out.
“Take me sir. Enjoy me.” the woman moaned.
And enjoy he did. He flexed his hips hard, punching his cock all the way into her as deep as possible. The woman yelped at the harsh invasion. His cock stretched her completely, taking refuge inside her. He hastened his pace, shoving his cock ruthlessly in and out of her ass.
“Do you like that, slut?” he growled.
“Yes, sir.” she squealed in delight.
“Take me, slut. Take everything.” he shouted.
Finally, the senator howled. His cock twitched erratically inside her as his already empty balls tried to squeeze out the final drops of semen into her. He then collapsed onto her back before sliding off her and landed on the bed.
“Are you alright, sir?” the woman asked.
The man gasped. His face crimson in complexion, his eyes blank with exhaustion and his mouth gaping with incomprehension. He was too tired to even move now. His limbs splayed helplessly on the bed. His cock was purple, a bulging mass of spent muscles. Yet, it was still hard.
“Sir?” the woman patted him on his shoulder. The man was unresponsive, his eyes twitched occasionally but other than that, he was gone. Mentally spent. His body was now fighting to stay alive, gripping at the fine thread of survival.
“Your cock is dirty. Do you mind if I clean it?” the woman asked as if nothing was wrong.
The senator didn’t respond. He couldn’t respond.
“Yes, sir.” the woman muttered and gripped his hard cock. She put his cock into her mouth and stroked him.
She stroked more.
He came more.
Then, he died.