1. The Freak Inside


    Date: 10/11/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Frank_Lee, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    sudden notion that Chandler Mayne was everyone’s business made her hesitate. She’d figured out some time ago he didn’t love her any more than he loved his campaign manager. Their marriage would be his key to black voters. “I am not a political statement. I’m a living thing.” Then his mouth was covering hers, taking her lips with the kind of hungry force she could understand. His tongue swept deeply into her mouth and she pushed hers into his. She tightened her grip on his prodigious cock, stroking his shaft while she lifted her dress higher to be able to feel the touch of his oozing hardness on her skin. Pure instinct was kicking in, and it felt like a drug she’d never tried before. She threw herself into the driving force of his kiss just when he backed off and broke it. “Yeah,” he said. “You really do still taste of cock. And deep down, you wanted someone to know. Someone to taste what you think are the worst of your sins.” He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth. He painted her lush lips with her own juices and then pushed his fingers into her mouth. “Now you know what your pussy tastes like when it’s been polluted with the spunk of a few strangers who don’t give a fuck what happens to you after. Or maybe you already knew.” She wasn’t about to tell him she didn’t. Or that she’d never been with more than two others at once before tonight. She felt the urge to tell him things she wouldn’t even tell Sirita, but her voice wouldn’t work, and maybe ...
    that was just as well. Like he’d said himself, the sun would be up soon and everything would change. “Just fuck me,” she finally forced out. “What kind of pig do think I am?” he said, almost grinning, almost sneering, but not quite committing to either expression. “What makes you think I’d ever put my cock in a nasty, spunk-filled trough like your cunt?” “Because you’ve been thinking about it for the last three hours,” she said. “Or was that big, nasty hard on for all the boys?” Freeman started laughing. It was deep and genuine. “You know, I never bought that prim, sweet routine you put on for the media. Even so, I never expected to end up liking you.” “You’re not supposed to.” “Yeah. I know.” He took her by the wrist and led her to the back of her car, then pulled the bottom of her dress around her hips and told her to sit up on the trunk. If anyone drove by he could easily hide her from view, and the chance of a cop driving by was about nil. “Take off your panties.” She did. “Now give them to me.” She did that too. He held them to his face and inhaled deeply, then looked her in the eye. “If there was a flower smelled like that I’d plant a fucking garden.” He shoved her panties in his back pocket, then loosened his belt and pushed his pants below his hips. He stroked himself a moment or two, casting a couple of darting glances at the street, but mainly looking at her. His eyes were admiring, but perhaps more curious than anything else. He wasn’t looking at the Ileana Barron ...
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