Chapter 7: Margaret

Right behind Alexander, in stepped Margaret. She was wearing a white chiffon blouse, a black skirt, nude hose, and four inch pumps. He make-up was immaculate. She said, “Hi, Amy.”

Amy couldn’t believe her eyes. It had to be a dream. She was sure that she was imaging them both, even as they stood before her. “I see you haven’t changed anything,” Margaret said. Amy fainted to the floor. The piss puddle grew as it surrounded her supine form.

Margaret looked at Alexander. She stepped over the puddle and slapped Amy lightly on the face. “Amy, wake up. I’m back. I love you.”

Amy groaned as she returned to reality. She threw her arms around Margaret and sobbed. “I thought that I had lost you. I feared that you were going to spend the next twenty years in prison. I was so scared. I told no one. I was afraid that I would be arrested again. I’m so sorry. I’m such a coward. Oh, Margaret. I missed you.”

Her arms tightened around Margaret as Alexander approached and sat on the nearest sofa. “What is he doing here?, she whispered. “Is he going to hurt us?” “Are we safe?”

The questions tumbled from the dazed Amy. Suddenly, Amy realized that she was laying in her own piss. She released Margaret, jumped up and ran to the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Her racking sobs could be heard clearly by both Alexander and Margaret.

Margaret walked to the bathroom door, knocked and entered silently. She embraced Amy again and said: “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into the shower.” She slowly stripped Amy who didn’t even notice Alexander standing in the doorway.

Margaret also stripped down. She led Amy to the shower and turned on warm water. Soon, they were standing facing each other under the stream of water. She began to lightly kiss Amy’s face and neck. She nibbled on her left ear. Amy moaned. She returned the kisses, timidly at first, then with more passion. Their tongues entwined. Amy no longer cared if Alexander was watching. She needed Margaret.

Amy’s hand descended between Margaret’s legs. After moments, Amy dropped to her knees and began to tongue Margaret relentlessly. Margaret pulled Amy into her. Even with the water washing over them, the smells of arousal permeated the room.

Somehow, Margaret managed to turn off the shower. She pulled Amy up and led her to the sofa where Alexander had been sitting. They dropped effortlessly onto the sofa and were soon lapping each other’s pussy. They orgasmed almost simultaneously.

Amy saw Alexander sitting across the room. She turned six shades of red, jumped up and ran to the bathroom again.

Margaret stretched, smiled at Alexander and went to the bathroom to retrieve her. With Amy in tow, the two nude girls sat on the sofa facing Alexander. Amy was blushing furiously. Margaret sat silently smiling to herself.

Alexander rose. He approached the naked girls. “Amy, I need you to help Margaret and me with a little project.”

Amy groaned inwardly. She had thought that her nightmare had ended, badly without Margaret, but ended nevertheless. Now, she was confronted with Alexander again. Only this time, it seemed that Margaret Ellison was on his side.

Margaret Ellison grew up in a working class neighborhood in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. She had auburn red hair, green eyes, and a mischievous smile that guaranteed attention. Men secretly stared at her; and she knew it. She was smart, book smart, street smart, and intuitive. She almost always got her way. When she didn’t, she was almost certainly in deep trouble. Her friends called her the devil. She had learned early how to twirl and when it was best to take it off.

She had sex with her first boyfriend when she was 14. By 16, men too joined the chase. Beginning as a freshman in high school, Margaret had worked on the election campaign of a candidate for the U. S. Senate. There even was a rumor that she had sucked him off in the girls’ restroom after a speech at the high school.

He arranged for her to get a scholarship to an exclusive private boarding school in Washington, DC. for her senior year. She also received an internship at his Senate office.

Soon, she was regularly working under the senator. It didn’t deter Margaret that he was slightly overweight and a blowhard. He exulted in having her under his desk when he received judges, governors, and other senators. The senator was especially delighted with himself on the day Margaret’s father had been in his Washington office while Margaret was under the desk sucking. The senator took her anal virginity in his office. He even paired her up with his winsome secretary when he wanted a threesome or a private show. Margaret was not an enthusiastic participant, but she realized that, if she played her cards right, she would be on the path to a lifetime of influence and wealth.

Once, when she was presenting to the senator a paper on depressed economic areas in Pennsylvania, he had pushed her over his desk, lifted her skirt, pulled off her panties, and penetrated her from behind. Margaret gasped at the sudden assault, but continued with her presentation as if his sexual attack was a normal part of her presentation. She was nearly finished when the senator orgasmed inside her.

She straightened up and started to pull on her panties. He stopped her in mid motion. “You are leaking cum.” he pointed out. “We need to fix that.” He indicated the intercom. “Call my secretary in.”

“Now,” asked an incredulous Margaret. “Yes, Just do it,” he replied as he pushed her back down on the desk.

As the cum trickled down her leg, she pressed the intercom. “Stephanie, can you please come in, the senator wants you,” she whispered. “Right away,” Steph replied.

The office door opened and silently closed behind Stephanie. She was a willowy blond in her early thirties. She had shoulder length hair pulled into a bun. Her breasts were smallish with perpetually pronounced nipples that could be seen no matter what she wore.

Steph stared at Margaret’s ass and dripping pussy. Margaret was blushing furiously with her face pressed into the senator’s desk, the powerpoint presentation still projected on a far wall. Steph looked questionably at the senator. This wasn’t her first rodeo. She knew that he was about to ask her to do something that she really didn’t want to do. She also knew that she would do whatever the senator asked, just like all the previous times. She liked her job too much. Also, she was the sole support of young twins to a deadbeat dad.

The senator did not even speak. He motioned toward the dripping form. Steph stepped forward, placed her steno pad on the desk next to Margaret, and began to lick up the trickling sperm — up one leg and then the other. She made sure both legs were completely clean before turning her attention to Margaret’s swollen pussy. She licked carefully trying to collect as much sperm as possible. She dug here tongue in deep to scoop out as much residue as possible. Margaret squirmed and then moaned as Steph’s tongue brought her to the brink of a second orgasm.

Margaret tried to get up, to move away from the insistent tongue, but the senator’s hand pressed firmly into the center of her back, holding her in place. She came hard.

When the senator released her, she straightened again. Stephanie’s hair was disheveled. Her make up was smeared and her lipstick was gone. Margaret’s cream covered Stephanie’s face. The two women looked as if they were seeing each other for the first time. Margaret, naked from the waist down, genitals inflamed, her blouse pulled open and her tits exposed; and, Steph on her knees, face smeared and her blouse stained with Margaret’s juice.

The senator had a raging hard on. “Margaret,” he almost whispered, “I think you need to return Steph’s favor.” Both girls stared at the senator, realizing what was about to happen.

Slowly, Margaret approached the kneeling Stephanie. She pulled her upright and began to kiss her face and neck lightly. The two arranged their bodies so that the senator could get the best view as they stripped off their clothes. Naked, they moved to the office sofa where they were joined by the senator.