She moved another step closer to Swift who was now sitting up in the bed.
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She must be Mary Chambers, Swift thought. The front desk had called to say that she was on her way up. And she was moving towards him. Swift was going to try to stop her advance, but before he could get his hands out from under the blanket (where he had been busy pleasuring himself), she was right there. And the next thing Swift knew, she was sitting on his bed and was kicking off her shoes.
Swift was going to speak, but before he could get a word out, Mary was talking: "Swift, you're even sexier than your pictures." She pushed him back to a laying down position and threw one of her legs over where she figured his legs were. She moved her pelvis over his. She had raised her skirt above her waist.
Swift liked to keep things neat. He worried that her cunt juices would smear his bed's slipcover. His hands were trapped under the blanket. He couldn't move.
Swift had prepared a speech and a long sequence of moves preparatory to seducing this woman, but as he opened his mouth to speak, this woman thrust her tongue past his teeth and deep into his mouth. He had planned it all out: (1) He was going to pretend that a sudden weakness had caused him to lie down, (2) ask her so sit on the chair next to the bed, (3) accidentally touch her elbow when she moved, per his request, to straighten his pillow, (4) shyly apologize, pretend to be overcome by her kindness, (5)slowly pull her down to lie next to him, (6) silently explore her body, and, finally, (7) fuck her.
But all of that was impossible Her tongue was swirling around in his mouth. Her body was atop the blanket above his body trapping him, and....her hand was snaking under the cover and was heading for his penis. His penis that wasn't hard yet. He desperately tried to grab her hand before she could reach his knobby, underinflated shaft. Holding her hand at her wrist just inches from his pecker, Swift began to speak, "Hello, you must be Mary Chambers, I am so happy to meet you." His jowls were quivering. "Please sit on the chair," he said. "I do apologize for being in bed," he added. "Would you mind, straightening my pillow," he continued.
He had memorized his spiel and, flustered, not knowing what, in these circumstances, he should say or do, he, without thinking, uttered the words he had memorized earlier. The words seemed totally inappropriate now as Mary's hand, Swift's fingers vainly pulling at her wrist, reached its intended destination. She was holding on to Swift Branchbaum's penis. "Oh, Swift, Mr. Branchbaum, I can feel that you need a little help."
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Shit, Mary hadn't thought that this would be the case. His cock was flaccid. "Dear Swift," she said. "Let me help you, please."
Mary lifted the sheet and moved her face to follow her hand until her mouth was next to Swift's purple knob. She opened her mouth and slowly sucked his cock in past her teeth. She ran her tongue down his shaft. With her other hand, Mary cupped his balls. She sucked in her cheeks to create a vacuum and tightened her lips against his shaft while his tongue swirled up and down and around the bulbous head of his tool. It was alive! Mary felt his cock awaken. The shaft was slowly hardening, extending.
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Swift began to breath again. He had been holding his breath. Swift had been afraid. He had taken a double dose of Viagra and a triple dose of the sexual enhancement herbal supplements that he advertised on his program, but he had been afraid for a few seconds there that his cock wouldn't get hard. He was afraid that this woman would be another of those erectile dysfunction causing women like his wife. But, praise the lord, that was not the case. The Viagra, the supplements, and her tongue and mouth were doing their jobs.
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Soon, Mary Chambers thought, soon he would be ready to fuck her. Soon, she thought, as she felt his cock getting more firm, she would be getting fucked by the Guru of Truth, getting he needy cunt slammed by the leader of the whole conservative movement, experience the bliss of receiving the gift of his cum in the soft, pink folds of her warm pussy. Mary tightened her forefinger and thumb around the base of Swift's cock and massaged it up and downwards while she poked her head out from under the sheet. Yes, his instrument of pleasure was surely growing each second. It was truly tumescent.
