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Authors: Rosalie Banks

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BOOK: Spring Flirting(Part 2 in Naked Rose Series)
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“Have you had anything to drink baby, I see
you are without a glass” the Senator rapped. Saying this, he
motioned to one of the mobile waiters standing nearby to bring two
tall balls of champagne which he handed one to me. I took the
‘righteous sips’ as we vowed to; not to get tipsy and forget
control, holding the glass daintily in my hand while the Senator
chatted on in an animated voice. Politicians are talkative lot,
girls. He just continued rambling on about this and that the
classic politician style and all I could do was listen and feign
interest. But like I said he was a randy man, touching me sensually
but abstractedly on my thighs as he talked about his escapades in
and out of office and his fascination with the beautiful women of
his constituency, surreptitiously setting my nerve endings afire.
He was also darn romantic calling me his Milky Way, Vanilla Ice
Cream and other pet names that allured me more to him as he toasted
me to his sweet tongue and gifts I would get if I was his
sweetheart. I would like to fuck this randy old Senator, repeatedly
quipped my Candy Girl voice in my head. I only wished he would be
smart and find a way out in the wilderness of this party to ravish
me.

And just like the Senator could read my
mind, he soon made an indecent proposal to me that changed the
course of the night.

'' Let me be real with you Michele.'' The
Senator told me in a matter of fact voice, squinting his intense
brows in earnest as he looked deep into my eyes. "All I desire
right now is to roll my tongue over your pink titties baby. I'll
give you ten thousand dollars if you'd let me. Just to taste your
tits. What's it gonna be?"

I looked up at him in feigned surprise and
in tune with his indecent mode gave him a reply that made his jaws
drop.

"10 grand is too cheap to taste my tits sir.
They are two pink candies with sweetness unmatched in the whole
United States . Even President Reagan once bidded 15 grand just to
see alone which I turned down. The tasting price of each tit is 25
grand sir. You will also get a discount if you pay for the two
tits." I told him bluntly rolling my eyes sexily at him.

"50 grand just for a taste! My goodness.
That’s the budget of a constituency. But to get to see these two
mounds in flesh and to taste its executive tits, I'll pay. Let me
write you a check."

"Únbelievable!" I thought in my head as the
Senator wrote out the check. Minutes ago I was thinking of fucking
his honorable dick for free and now I'm getting paid for my God
given endowments. Nice to have real marketing skills. He handed the
check to me with a mischievous grin and whispered in my ears to
follow him upstairs to claim his goods. Holding my hand, he led me
up the winding stairs, his security detail on his tail, to one of
the VIP suite upstairs where the unthinkable I was telling you
happened.

Upstairs inside the room with the red door,
his Secret Service agent standing guard outside, I found myself
alone with the Senator and found out the other side of man. Charged
with sexual watts, I saw his face change from that of a congenial
politician earlier serenading me to the hard face of an autocrat as
he drew me to himself, rather forcefully, and imposed his mouth on
mine. At first I was taken aback by his roughness and didn’t return
his kisses. You both know how delicate I take my Eros to be and the
effect of hardness on it. More so kissing was not included in the
terms of our tryst for him to be hungry for my lips. But that old
man had some secret knowledge on kissing with force and in
enforcing compromise because he sucked at the inner lining of my
lower lip in a way that activated me, in spite of myself, to want
him back. He also tickled the nape of my neck, just at the spot
where my hair ended, with his deft fingers which only fired me up
more as his tongue explored my mouth. Finally I gave in to him
temporarily and was enjoying his kisses so much that I shut my eyes
and swallowed his tongue and juices, rubbing his crotch in the
process, feeling it swell in the fabric by the minute. You know
what your girl can do. Michele took a pause to lean forward to
stretch her back like a cat before she continued with her most
lustful story.

Undoubtedly, he was enjoying it too but the
Senator sure had superiority complex because he soon resumed
authority in the play by abruptly withdrawing his mouth from mine
mid flight. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me intensely,
eyes drugged with passion and power, salivating as though I was a
Thanksgiving delicacy. Then like a bear, he drew me to himself and
hugged me tightly, grabbing my butts hard with callous hands as he
whispered in my ears words that sent a tremor through my body.

“I want you to bite me baby, HARRRD!”

Too pleased to be of service and knowing he
is entitled to discount I obliged his fiat by going on my knees
while he unbuckled his belt, letting his white pant trouser drop. I
pulled down his Burberry drawers to unveil the Senator’s cock to
world view. Half of his penis was still shrunk in its foreskin but
as I kneaded its head, it sprang to life, growing big bit by bit in
the grip of my magic fingers. Girls, at full hardness the Senator
had the dick of a steroid user. It was like the oak hidden in an
acorn. His dick at full attention was so big and long that I gasped
as it throbbed in my hand, warm and pulsing. The child is indeed
the father of the man I mused in my mind, remembering a nursery
rhyme as his cock gently became engorged in my hand.

First I rubbed it lengthwise with my hand,
teasing him with a dry job and later moistened my palm with saliva
to stroke his shaft up and down. I looked up to see his reaction.
Could I describe it? I doubt I could fully capture it for you
girls. The Senator had this look on his face that was an admixture
of various emotions- power, exultation, expectation, lust,
adventure; given off in the way he smiled benignly at me,
swallowing saliva as his Adam’s apple moved up and down his throat.
I smiled back at him, stroking him and like a bolt out of the blue
put his cock in my mouth and swallowed hard, rolling the tip in my
mouth with my tongue, flicking its surface with a tingling
sensation. The Senator let out a groan, grabbing my head in
electric arousal, tousling my golden hair with his fingers. He
loved it too much.

“Oh yes that’s it!” he intoned involuntarily
as I bit into him. And thus entered Candy Girl into the scene.

Now that I had the Senator by the jugular,
it was my ruler ship in control and I meant to wield the big stick
in my hand. All hail to my Sexcellency. Continuing, I licked the
Senator hard on his heavy metal, pausing to slowly trace my tongue
along the tube lining the base of his shaft, and topping the trip
with a pop on the cork of his cock. How he loved it. He tousled my
tresses with impassioned hands as I jobbed him, moaning wildly.
Holding his pulsing Pinky Pole in my right hand, I looked up at the
Senator and with voice tinged with lust boldly made my demand.

“I’ll show you a filibuster today, Senator.
I don’t want any word of command or demand from you. You flout my
rule I walk out. We’re clear?” I growled with his dick half way in
my mouth that the words sounded garbled. At the instant I began
stroking his dick in my mouth, working it into frenzy. I sucked his
meat in my mouth like it was a stick of lollipop, slurping and
swallowing its girth in a way that made the Senator’s legs start to
shake.

“Oh yeah. Yes that’s it. Baby rock it. Yeah
Boo. Oh ah. Yeah suck it hard babe”

The Senator continued to ramble in lust
while I did justice to his man, feeling wetness soak my panties
where I knelt giving the Senator a million dollar job.

Soon and as should be expected, I found the
Senator’s hand fumbling for my back zipper, trying to pry loose my
hefty boobs from its lace pouch, so he could fondle them and suck
on their titties according to our contract but I had other plans. I
wanted to maintain my CONTROL. I slapped his frantic hands away and
rose on my knees.

Gently I pushed him wide eyed onto the
opposite arm chair to sit and stepped back away from him in a false
strip tease, pretending to unzip my dress . But I did no such
thing. It was just a tease. Instead, still maintaining the magic
eye contact with him, I moved a step closer to him and placed my
heels on his rock hard dick, rubbing it roughly with the pointed
tip. He winced with pain and made to grab my calf but I avoided his
grip and stepped back in a sensual way, opening up my gown from the
seam to reveal my thighs and shaded triangle to him, clothed as you
know in the filmiest nylon. I saw the Senator lick his lip at what
he saw and with the same suddenness I moved to him, shoving my
pussy on his face for him to lick through the lace. He grabbed hard
at my butts with his hands while he buried his face in my pussy,
flicking his feverish tongue over the sheer fabric of my g string
and moistening the already moistened crack of my camel toes. I
gasped in shock of electrical ecstasy sent through me by the
lapping action of his tongue, savoring the tease for a minute, but
I was to be on top that night so the word flashed across my brain
again ‘CONTROL’.

Gently, ever gently I let him forage my love
garden with his mouth for a fraction of a minute more before I
disengaged myself from him, stepping away to go on my knees again
before him. First using my cleavage to tease his turgid cock the
head-girl job then resumed more magnificently. This time though I
changed tactics. I switched to the Dominatrix role with the Senator
being an errant boy who needed to be taught a lesson in restraint.
In a move that amazed the Senator in a pleasant way, most sensually
I bent down to remove his Paul Smith tie from his neck, letting the
warm flesh of my cleavage brush against his face, for him to smell
the Organza perfume I dabbed on it earlier at home. Making a
clatter on the marbled floor with my high heels I went round the
armchair, bent his back with a forceful push, classic Madonna style
and clamped his hands together at his back.

“Behave boy and I will give you candy” I
whispered in his ears, biting his fleshy lobes before dipping my
tongue into his ear and saw him tingle all over. Using his Paul
Smith tie, I tied his hands together at his back and resumed my
position back in his front few meters away; and with slow motion
movements unzipped my gown at the back to reveal my boobs cupped
tautly in my rubber lace bra. I held it up to him and shook it
before his eyes and watched him swallow his saliva, eyes raw with
desire, licking his lips in . Brushing his need for a taste aside I
moved closer, stepped down to him and popped his rock hard cock
with my mouth, the way Rose taught us, without hands. There is
certainly a magic in the act, girls. Because the Senator let out an
exclamation that I taught to be Latin but couldn’t be sure.


O mi deu mi casa. Mamacita
est straig gawd!”

That’s me man, I thought as I started to
blow him out, playing his rod like a wind instrument, hearing the
sound come out in inaudible tones of animal speak out of the
Senator’s mouth. As I did him, Power, I reflected happily, lies in
the mysterious sweetness only a woman can give. And there I had it,
wielding it like a magic wand. The art of feminarchy is a powerful
weapon of conquest and magic.

“You like my candy boy, hun, like it you
naughty boy. Wanna have it again?” I teased as I ate his dick out
there the way he would never forget, spitting saliva on its cap
which I licked together with his cock, long stroking it with my
palms. I would graze the length with my teeth and at the cork like
tip would stop to pop it out the way girls pop on lollipop, Pop!
Pop!! Pop!!!, all the while using my left hand to tickle myself
between my panties, driving along with him and at intervals
reaching up to use the same wet fingers to tease his nipples and
pinch it hard in blind arousal.

“Oh! The Senator was that sweet, girls”
Michele piped, taking a pause in her story to sip on her bottle
water and let us digest before she relayed the sweetest part that
left us speechless afterwards for its sheer rawness. Michele no
doubt was the queen of NYC. She continued her escapade with the
Senator in her sing song voice, lilting in cadence.

Girls, when I was almost at the spot, I
surprised myself with what I did. I must confess I didn’t know
where the idea came from because I planned right from the start the
Senator would not taste the sweetest parts of me till he peaked -
the dark parts you know. It was the reason I had been teasing and
restraining him ever since the act started. But something made me
change my mind. The frenzy perhaps and the Senators vigor which
taunted me like a dream. Coupled with his compliance and obedience
to my rule. In my mind I decided to give him an appetizer and
dessert together, skipping the main course.

I rose on my knees and in the most erotic
strip tease, removed my left breast from its diaphanous cup and
leaned down towards the Senator’s opened mouth, letting him taste
my pink nipples. Like a famished baby, he sucked on it
passionately, pricking the nipples with his tongue and teeth,
moaning madly and sending a fresh bust of electrical charges all
over me. But I didn’t let it last. I retracted my boobs from his
unwilling mouth and put it back in the cup and repeated same with
the right boob. Immediately afterwards, backing him I slowly
stepped out of my sodden panties a few meters away from his face;
near enough for him to feel the whiff of the heat wafting from my
cunt and surprised both the Senator and myself by my next action.
Moving to him where he sat like a cat, eyes chinese with
expectations, dick red from my job on it, his trouser awkwardly
drawn between his legs, his jacket and shirt opened wide to reveal
his lightly gray haired chest, arms joined at the back looking
totally helpless and completely at my mercy. I put one leg on the
arm of the chair, in the way placing my honey pot directly in his
face and flung my head back, eyes wide shut. He did what was
expected of him, eating out my wet and dripping pussy like a hungry
man eats pizza. Being without hands, I grabbed his head and swung
my hips to the rhythm of his licking. Oh he licked me so sweet and
good I wanted it to be forever but it was not to last too long.
That was the plan and I stuck with it, not minding its intoxicating
sweetness.

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