Some People Would Say....Part II, a short story by harrylime. Date added: 2012-03-31. Times viewed: 4411.
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- Intro: She was surprised at her own submissiveness in accepting the rough treatment dished out with a flurry of dirty French words.
“SOME PEOPLE WOULD SAY…..” PART II
Helen dozed intermittently on the flight back from the Brussels Conference.
The entire three days had been so boring with constant droning on about currencies and interest rates that she had almost fallen asleep sitting in the comfortable leather chair at the circular mahogany table. She remembered being startled awake by the strident voice of the Italian minister berating the Greek treasurer about their loose accounting methods.
She had looked around, but the only one who had noticed her temporary departure from reality was Jason Goodnight, her personal assistant. He smiled at her with a devastating charm that never failed to turn her pussy into a quivering bowl of gelatin.
Her most memorable part of the trip was the quickie in the executive restroom in an area totally devoid of any listening or visual devices. The introduction of Jason’s sturdy member up deep into her heated vagina seemed to sooth away all of the stress of the highly charged confrontational issues under discussion. She bent forward with her head down toward the commode and allowed her wet pussy to open wide for her lover’s tender penetration. Neither of them spoke a word, not from any sense of fear, but more in a studied concert focusing their entire attention on reaching the finish line as quickly as possible and, hopefully, at the very same time.
Jason carefully rearranged her attire so that she appeared unruffled and fully in control of her dauntless dignity. She knew she would have fallen to her knees if her lover had pushed her head down in the signal he wanted her to attend to his needs with her world-famous face. Helen was conflicted about the required submissiveness of such actions, but she knew deep inside that she would do anything to please the handsome young man. She realized that she had grown used to her submissive role in their relationship. It was most unfamiliar to her persona of a strong-willed and determined woman with a brittle exterior, but for some strange reason it felt comfortable and it felt right.
In fact, the only other man to treat her with such a firm hand was the French President. The renowned rogue had been quite rude to her posterior when she had bent over for him on several occasions. It really surprised her that she was so taken with the rough treatment he seemed to take such delight in dishing out with a flurry of dirty French words. She despised his cavalier treatment of his wife’s position with his countless affairs with willing females. Actually, she despised herself the more because she had succumbed just like all the other floozies.
Jason woke her from her light slumber with the announcement that they were coming in for a final approach to Heathrow.
In recent days, their moments together had been severely curtailed due to the assignment of an M agent to remain by her side at all times. Even now, the current M department representative was seated next to her on the aisle. This one was a rather classy looking young lady in her early 20s with a determined set to her jaw that promised short shrift to any suspicious movement. Helen found her muscular shoulders and slim legs a bit threatening. She was not sure if it was jealousy or something else she could not quite put her finger on. The girl’s name was Parker and the middle-aged attractive PM found it to be a name that fostered speculation as to its origin.
They were on her like butter and jam on toast every minute of the day and night ever since the unfortunate bomb incident in the cathedral a fortnight ago. Helen never did see the bomb but she was assured by her confidante and constant companion Jason Goodnight that it was a nasty looking device capable of delivering GBH.
Helen was not very fond of the way that Jason seemed to allow his gaze to settle too long on the beautiful curves of Parker’s slim hips and her nylon-clad knees that were up high and slightly open in the cramped space of the private jet. She had been perusing the young girl’s opening on and off for almost 3 hours and had come to the conclusion she was wearing a form-fitting body suit as her undies instead of the normal knickers and panty hose in current vogue.
The visible camel-toe and delicate sweep of the girl’s inner legs attested to the fact she was indeed most fit and agile. Right at the moment, she was caught up in a fantasy of taking this assertive young woman over her knee and teaching her “proper respect” not only for her elders, but for poaching on another female’s cock preserve.
Helen wanted to hear the girl beg her to ease off on her punishment as she squirmed in embarrassment on her lap. She had not had such thoughts since her University days when she was quite active in administering discipline to the new female students fresh from the safety of their protective parents.
She knew that tonight she had to have Jason mount her and make her feel vibrant and alive with his impressive cock. Deviously, she began to devise a plan of attack that would utilize the attraction of her paramour to the young female agent. She was certain that agent Parker was heterosexual or at least bisexual and would be certain fodder for Jason’s charming ways. All that was needed was a scenario that would compromise the girl into acceding to their scheme.
The shower was the catalyst that sent the three of them down the road to orgasmic delight.
Helen was sure the girl would react with female instincts as soon as she saw the PM fallen in the shower and would ask Jason to assist her in transferring Helen to her bedroom to check out her ankle. The fact that the attractive minister was totally nude would not bother Parker. She was certain of that fact because she had tested her once before by having her assist in removal of some unwanted hair from her derriere. The girl had performed admirably and Helen noticed she allowed her fingers to linger a trifle longer than necessary on her hairless rump.
Helen was drying her hair as Jason felt her ankle for any sign of breakage or other complications. M group agent Parker was on her knees on top of the bed with her arms holding up Helen’s limb for Jason’s diagnosis. The girl’s heart-shaped bottom was only inches from Helen’s face and she could swear the scent of fresh pussy was hanging in the air of the fashionable bedroom.
Jason leaned in and kissed Parker on the lips holding her face immobile between his two palms.
“Sir, you shouldn’t do that in front of the minister. I am on duty and you should be more behaved!”
Jason just smiled and did not respond other than to reach down and slide his greedy hand over Parker’s full and perky bosom.
Helen leaned forward and stroked Parker’s short and curly hair with a tender touch. The startled girl looked over her shoulder as Jason freed one of her breasts from her well-tailored suit. The minister reached her arm around to hold the upturned breast up for Jason’s tongue. She watched him lick the tender nipple with a feathery touch that made the pink-tinged tip extend like a quickly opened umbrella.
The agile and fit agent began to whimper in a manner unbefitting a dangerous assassin.
The attractive minister ran her inquisitive fingers over the frilly edges of Parker’s knickers and avoided the small pistol strapped inside the elastic band. The mysterious gap between her bum cheeks was dark, and a trifle damp with sweat from her exertions in carrying the PM to the bed.
Parker gasped as Jason took her nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his greedy lips.
Helen slowly pulled Parker’s knickers down exposing the slender agent’s buttocks to her close-up view. She let her lips trail sensuously over the firm flesh of the attractive young girl pausing only to flick her tongue suggestively into her quivering brown eye. Parker was whimpering at the torment of anticipation building all over her pretty posterior.
The panting breath of the minister made Parker’s curly pubic hairs undulate just before Helen placed her greedy tongue on the girl’s waiting slit. The thoroughly aroused M section agent pushed her bum back into the minister’s perfectly made-up face mussing her lipstick and her powdered nose. Helen tasted the strong scent of the young girl’s pussy and sucked her juice into her mouth.
Parker’s head jerked up from the anal assault and the opportunistic Jason took advantage of her open mouth to bury his cock up to the hilt into her wet and willing mouth. Now Parker was being used at both ends by the tag team in a humiliating dance of erotic perversion. Parker gagged when the full load of Jason’s creamy cum overflowed her mouth and the sticky lines of drool escaped from her cock-filled lips and dripped from the bottom of her well-defined chin. Helen got a heated squirt of female juices right into her mouth when Parker’s slippery vagina opened wide for her convulsing orgasm.
The attractive female minister removed her own fingers from her pulsating pussy and moved around so that Parker’s mouth could suck out her juice with her talented tongue.
Jason was looking at both them with a confident air of approval as he straddled Parker’s ready rump with his muscular legs. They both leaned forward over Parker’s body on all fours and their tongues found all the needy corners of each other’s mouths. Helen looked down and saw Jason’s beautiful cock bouncing happily on Parker’s heart-shaped ass. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft and pushed it down to Parker’s still dripping pussy. Jason smiled at her and thrust forward impaling the agent in one quick motion. The aroused girl groaned with her mouth still buried in Helen’s vagina and Helen could feel her tremble with emotion as Jason started to plumb her depths with his sturdy member.
Helen watched in amusement as Jason started to worry Parker’s delicious ass cheeks with a series of sharp spanks that sounded erotically kinky. The girl pretended to cry out in dismay at her treatment, but Helen could see she was enjoying it beyond description.
The squishing sounds of Jason’s rampant cock slapping into Parkers rosy red bottom caused Helen to giggle in anticipation of her own impalement. She wondered if Jason would treat her posterior in the same shameful manner as Parker’s. Helen hoped that he would give it to her good and hard. She wanted Parker to witness her getting it real deep with his cock. She hoped that he would administer a spanking so hard that she would remember it for some time to come.
Parker lifted her head just as Jason shot his copious load deep inside her vagina. She looked up into Helen’s eyes and Helen could see the raw lust blossoming into orgasmic release. Jason threw his head back and howled as his hot streams of semen shot deep inside Parker’s pretty pussy. She could see Parker’s legs quivering from the onslaught and the girl’s deep groans of sexual satisfaction betrayed just how filled her pussy had suddenly become.
Both Helen and Parker stayed on their knees side by side as they cleaned Jason’s cock with their tongues. Helen concentrated on his ball sacs and Parker licked the hard shaft like a favorite lollipop given to her as a present.
Every now and then, the two sex-crazed females paused to allow their tongues to play little games inside their mouths. Helen could taste the scent of Jason’s cock on Parker’s tongue and it made her want to stay inside Parker’s mouth forever.
Jason patted them both on the tops of their heads and told them they were “Great little cock-suckers!”
Helen told Jason they would be going to Parliament the next morning to defend policy changes. She stroked Parker’s hair and whispered,
“I want to show you a special place in Parliament where we can free to acquaint Jason with some delightful back-seat maneuvering.”
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