Chapter 9

Gay unlocked the room and let herself and Trish in. She adjusted the temperature down to 60 degrees, adjusted the lighting, and then walked into a side room, telling Trish to join her.

“You’ll need to stay in here until I call for you. Don’t make any noise, ok? And when I leave, take off all of your clothes.”

“Ummm, sure. What am I supposed to do?”

“You’ll know when you come into the room. Just go with the flow and make this guy happy. You’ll probably just have to lay back on the bed and get serviced by me. You don’t want him to be your first.”

“Why not?? Gay, I really want to get, well ... fucked and get this virginity thing behind me!”

“When you come into the room, you look at him, and if you want him to be your first, you let me know and we’ll make it happen, ok?”

“Okay, deal,” said Trish, looking forward to finally losing her cherry.

A knock on the door ended that conversation, Trish hiding out in the room while Gay went to answer the door.

“Congressman, please come in.”

The career politician walked in and immediately began shedding clothes, first his shoes, then his suit jacket, his tie, shirt, pants, and boxers, leaving only his socks on.

He turned to Gay, “Come here, woman.”

Gay was used to his antics and wasn’t surprised or put off. He was one of the most cocky individuals that she had ever met, totally confident that the size of his organ made him King of the World.

“Get your clothes off, slut! And be quick about it.”

Trish overhead this and winced. Slut? What kind of an asshole is this guy? She had already removed her clothes.

A well-connected asshole, thought Gay, as she remembered Miss Ellie’s lecture on his almost two years ago. Removing her clothes quickly, Gay remembered her words as if they were spoken yesterday.

“He’s very influential in a number of committees important to Ambassador Horse. He’s a complete asshole, his cock is far too large for him, and he’ll take pleasure in giving you pain if he can, mental and physical, so lube up before taking him on.”

Gay stood before the Congressman naked, the now cool air making her nipples stand out.

Sitting down on the bed, the Congressman barked “Get with it, bitch. I don’t have all night.”

Gay dropped to her knees and placed her mouth over the head of the man’s cock, flicking her tongue at the underside. She felt him take hold of her head with both hands and knew what was coming, and prepared herself.

“Suck deeper,” he said, pulling her face forward, forcing her to take seven, eight, and then nine inches of his hard cock into her mouth. Luckily, his cock wasn’t very thick, and Gay knew how to deep throat, otherwise it wouldn’t have been pretty. He held her there, loving the look of the blonde woman with her mouth and throat full of his cock.

Although she could and did breathe through her nose, Gay knew what he wanted. After about 20 seconds she started making some noises and tried to pull back off of the cock, but the Congressman held her there.

“Don’t even think about biting me, you whore.”

Gay started flailing her arms a bit, pulling back harder now, the noises louder. This drew the attention of Trish, whose curiosity got the best of her, peeking around the corner to see what was going on.

Okay, it’s a blowjob, and wow, she took, wow, it looks like she took all of him in her mouth, damn. And he won’t let her go, the bastard! I might have to go...

Finally, the Congressman released Gay, and she flew off of his cock, sputtering and breathing hard. It was all an act on her part, and she played the role very well. She was turned on by it, and by his abuse.

“You’re terrible at giving head, I don’t know why I always get stuck with you. My wife is a better fuck.”

“I’m sorry, sir, please let me try again,” said Gay, submissively, looking towards the floor.

“Good God no, I’d rather jerk off than put it in your mouth again. Now get your ugly ass up onto the bed so I can get this charity fuck over.”

Gay moved quickly up onto the bed, assuming the doggy-style position, the one the Congressman always insisted upon.

Without preamble, the older man moved behind her, placed the head of his cock at her pussy, grabbed hold of her hips, and slammed it in, going balls deep on the first thrust.

Gay screamed.

It wasn’t truly pain, although it was a bit uncomfortable, his long cock smacking against her cervix, but it was part of the act.

“Oh god, please ... please sir, not soooo deeeeeeeep,” she cried as he pulled out and thrust balls deep again inside of her, and again, and again.

“Quiet, you useless cunt, you’re ruining my concentration. We need something to keep your mouth busy.”

And with that, Gay knew the Congressman was ready for his surprise. Every visit, usually about once a quarter, Gay would do something to make his visits memorable. Once she had a male doll, the expensive kind, and serviced it while the Congressman had his way with her. Another time she pretended to have her period, complete with a red liquid, and the Congressman relished having her do terrible things to herself with the tampon.

“Trish ... come ... out ... here,” said Gay between thrusts.

Trish walked out slowly, totally unsure of herself in this situation, and moved to the side of the bed.

“Well, what do we have here, an Oriental slut? Well, at least you are young, not like this worn-out cumbucket. Get on the bed in front of her.”

Trish was stunned at the Congressman’s words but complied as Gay motioned her over with her eyes.

“On your hands and knees, Miss Sake Slut,” continued the Congressman, never stopping his thrusts into Gay’s pussy.

Trish was about to spin around and tell the bastard that sake was a Japanese drink and that she was Chinese but Gay shushed her and helped her into position. Moving her face forward, Gay began raining kisses down on Trish’s ass, then moved lower and inhaled Trish’s scent. Her pussy smell was that of jasmine and rose and turned Gay on. She reached out with her tongue and began licking at the visible lips, then centering her tongue on the opening, where some wetness was forming.