Margaret Cabot
I'm horny. It's been seven days since Tom spent the weekend fucking me to delirium. My week in Vegas was enjoyable especially looking for his special gift. During the stay I was attracted to a number of men, and hit on several times. Being desired by other men was a boost to my pride, but I'm only thinking of Tom. I feel like a virgin waiting for a handsome someone to take my cherry. The plane ride to Columbia was only made tolerable by several strawberry daiquiris.
As Lance goes to get the car, I call Tom. I'm anxious about calling him and being scared he might not answer.
"Hello Margaret," his rich baritone almost causes me to pee my panties.
"Tom, darling I'm at the airport, and won't be able to get to the condo until six. Can you meet me then?"
"I'll be waiting for you."
"Thank you Tom. I hope you're ready. I'm horny as a penned heifer in heat. I'm going to ravage you."
His laugh sends thrills up and down my spine. I can almost see, touch, and smell him. It seems to take forever to get home, unpack, and prepare dinner for Lance. I tell him I have a meeting with of a representative of the Democratic Party about how the money we donated. It isn't a total lie, but he doesn't question me about leaving. I don't shower, but I remember Tom's gift and a change of underwear.
I drive the speed limit to town from our home in Irmo. Getting a speeding ticket on I-26 would delay my arrival. It's almost six when I pull into the Cornell Arms parking lot. Tom's Lexus is parked close to the elevator. I smile to myself hurrying to the elevator, and wished it was faster. The door opens. I hear 2001 being played, the lights are dim, and the smell of Jasmine arouses my senses. I walk to the living room to see Tom standing beside a couch wearing an all white sweat suit. He's gorgeous.
"Thank you for the romantic setting. I've been thinking about this moment for a week," I say walking into his waiting arms after dropping my purse on the couch. "I feel like a school girl who's about to lose her virginity. That's how anxious I am."
No need for that," he picks me up like I'm a feather carrying me into the bedroom lit by a dozen candles.
"This is even more romantic than my entrance." She says. "I'm sorry I didn't have time to shower and change."
"I'll take you anyway I can." He sits her feet on the floor and enfolds her in his arms.
The flittering candle light in the room dulled by fading sunlight casts shadows of the two of us entwined is a passionate embrace.
"Oh Tom, take me quickly. I can't wait. I want your weight crushing me. I want you in me. I want to feel you're cum flooding my pussy as I climax."
Quickly he removes my clothes and smothers me with kisses, gorges on my breasts, and feasts on my pussy.
I moan and groan as he satisfies my needs with his hands, lips, and tongue. His face is buried in my pussy, and his hands hold me in place. The contractions of my sex organs reverberate through my body as I climax with the bellow of a woman touched at her core.
My after effects continue as I lay in the paradise of Tom's body surrounding mine. "I'm ready." I stroke his cock. He pulls himself on top of me, spreads my legs, and I guide him into my pussy with a moan, "Oooh I needed that."
He pulls my legs together, rolls forward until I'm on my shoulders, and pushes my feet until one is on each side of my head. While he holds me in place, he bores into me with his staff.
I feel as though I'm bent into the shape of a pretzel, my breathing comes in gasps; I look up at his handsome face concentrating on me, and I lose all of my senses except the feeling of his long, hard, thick cock stimulating the walls of my vagina. I close my eyes, see fireworks under my eye lids, and grunt with each of his thrusts. His cock slides in and out of me over and over. At last the sensation of his stroking brings me to another climax. He doesn't stop as I moan in pleasure at each push. Finally, I feel his speed increase, his shaft swell and harden. With one last plunge he touches my cervix and floods my cavity with his warm liquids. My groan joins his as we climax together.
He persists in grinding his shank deep into my pussy as his spasms continue until slowly fading away. He softens and slips from me and returns us to a normal position.
I lay exhausted in a state of sexual ecstasy.
I wake covered with a sheet and spread. I look around. Nothing looks familiar then I remember I'm in the condo with Tom. Where is he? I pull the spread off the bed and rush into the hall. Standing in front of the stove is Tom wearing his white sweat suit. "Tom, why didn't you wake me?"
"You were sleeping so peacefully, and I knew you were tired from your trip. Would you like something to eat? I have the fixings for omelets."
I plop in a chair. "I guess I was more tired than I thought, and I am hungry"
"Put some bread in the toaster while I get you a robe." He returns, removes the spread, and puts the housecoat around me.
I pull him to me and he puts his hands on my breasts. "Thank you for my coming home gift."
"My pleasure." He goes about the task of preparing the ham and cheese omelets. "Eat up the coffee will be ready soon."
We eat quietly chatting about my trip and his work week.
"I made the calls as promised, and while I didn't get any firm commitments all of them are interested and want to meet you."
"Want to meet me. Why?"
I laugh. "I told them you were the epitome of Adonis: tall, blonde, handsome, and personable."
"That's nice of you, but how are we going to arrange a meeting?"
"I'll take care of all the details. I want you to be the only attraction. You can explain everything the party is trying to do, and how their contributions will help deal with the Tea Party position of principle over people. I'll bring up the topic of Governor Haley and you can elaborate on her governing and ethical deficiencies."
"I can do all of that, but why have me represent the party."
"Darling, it's the Adonis Effect. I want the ladies to be wowed by you, and let them see how you represent the future of the state and not the past."
"Okay, I guess you have a better insight into the female psyche than I do."
Tom McFerson
Light filters through the windows casting shadows on the far wall of two figures making love. The classical music playing muffles the sounds of lips kissing and sucking, of body parts slapping each other, and the rhythmic sounds of a bed shaking back and forth. A strong scent of strawberry potpourri along with spend body fluids fill the room. The profile of swaying breasts is a prominent silhouette on the white wall. The strained high pitch of an orgasm vibrates the curtains partially covering the windows. Salty, musky, and human odors increase as the couple engages in a strenuous fucking session.
"Tom, oh Tom, I'm coming again. Your cock is touching every sensitive spot in my pussy. Please don't come yet, I want to keep fucking." Margaret rides up and down my rock hard cock. The silhouette of her bucking body against the wall shows flying hair, and swinging tits.
Her body goes stiff, she leans back with her hands on my legs, her head swings from side to side, and she groans.