The Fundraiser 3

The fund raiser was in full swing. Older men in expensive suits wandered the room schmoozing with one another. All of them were trying to top everyone else by proclaiming that they gave the most to whatever charity they were here for. They really didn't care, they were just here to be seen, get a free meal, spread a little of their wealth so they could claim to be a humanitarian. It was all so fake.

With these older men wandered their trophy wives, women who no longer felt the loving touch of their mate. These were women who gladly stayed a trophy wife so long as they got the drugs and alcohol that allowed them to hide their empty lives from the world. Among these barely coherent women walked Mrs. Elizabeth Jordan, a shrewd business woman who rivaled and in some cases surpassed her male counterparts. She roamed the room, shaking hands and making polite small talk, waiting for the call to be seated for the extremely overpriced dinner.

She had just gotten done speaking to one of the heads of state when she was bumped from behind. She turned to berate the person who bumped her and her eyes went wide. Standing in front of her now was the young man who upgraded her computer equipment a couple of months ago. She tilted her head slightly, trying to remember the young man's name before it finally came to her. Jim was his name, and with the remembrance of his name, images and feelings flooded her memory which caused her to blush slightly and get a little warm between her thighs.

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am...I didn't mean to...Mrs. Jordan?" Jim asked in bewilderment. "Long time, no see. Uh, how is your computer doing?" he asked, trying to recover some poise.

"Still functioning. What are you doing here?" she asked, glancing around.

"Oh, I'm just trying to get a little extra cash. So, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Not in the slightest. I almost wish I was back home. Now that I know you're here I wouldn't mind having a little more fun with you." she said, leaning in close with a devilish twinkle in her eye.

"If you're serious, we could have a little fun here and now. There's a servant's restroom down the north hallway. The hallway is roped off so the guests won't go down there. We could sneak away for a quickie."

A lewd smile spread over Mrs. Jordan's face and she said, "Wait five minutes and then go there." With that, she turned began making her way through the crowd, stopping every now and then to exchange a few words or just a greeting. Jim, on the other hand, continued to do his job, finally returning his tray of finger food to the kitchen and stating that he needed to use the bathroom. Then he began to make his way down the north hallway and around a corner to the servant's bathrooms. He knocked softly on the door and whispered, "Mrs. Jordan? It's Jim."

He glanced around to see if anyone had followed him when he felt himself grabbed from behind and pulled inside the bathroom. Mrs. Jordan pushed him up against the door and fumbled for his belt. Getting it all undone, she slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Then she stood in front of him and stroked his semi-hard prick.

"This will most definitely have to be quick. I can't be gone from the fund raiser for long. So shove this big cock of yours into my pussy and let's get going."

"One thing before we do this though," Jim said. "You remember how much I can cum...won't too much leak out and soak your panties?"

Mrs. Jordan chuckled as she kept stroking his now rigid cock. "Young man, I NEVER wear panties. But you do bring up a good point. I guess I will just have to try to drink it all down. But until then, you better fuck my pussy good."

She took a step or two away from him, turned and bent over, lifting her dress over her hips as she did. True to her word, she was not wearing any panties. Jim shuffled awkwardly over to her with his pants around his ankles, finally placing the head of his prick between her pussy lips. He grabbed her hips and slid the fat length all the way in. Mrs. Jordan groaned as it slid in and moaned in content when she felt his balls press up against her. Then she leaned all the way over, standing in the middle of the bathroom and bent in half. She reached between her legs and gripped Jim by the ankles.

"Fuck me, Jim. Pound my cunt hard and fast." Jim did exactly as he was told. He gripped her hips tight and began to ram his shaft in and out of her slick pussy just as hard and fast as he could. His big balls beat a staccato rhythm against her aroused clit and he thumbed her tight puckered asshole as he pumped her pussy. Bent over as she was, Mrs. Jordan's big tits fell out the top of her dress from the hard pounding.

After a few minutes of such furious pumping, Jim could feel his balls begin to tighten in preparation of his orgasm. He continued to slam into Mrs. Jordan's warm wet pussy until he couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled his engorged cock out of her pussy with a lewd slurping sound, slapped her once on her big sexy ass and then she was spinning around and sinking to her knees in front of him. With hardly a chance to grab a breath, Mrs. Jordan grabbed Jim's ass and pulled him into her face. His pussy-slick shaft sliding deep into her mouth, she moaned as she tasted herself on his fat prick. Then she gripped the middle of his shaft and began to bob her face on the first few fat inches in a frenzy. Her other hand reached up and cupped his balls, massaging them. She felt them tighten and kept up her steady bobbing. Jim groaned loudly as the first big spurt of ropy cum shot out the head of his dick.

Mrs. Jordan's mouth filled instantly with the huge load and her cheeks ballooned trying to hold it all in. She swallowed quickly, the warm liquid sliding down her throat. She didn't even get the first mouthful completely swallowed when she felt his cock twitch again and another huge spurt of thick cum filled her mouth again.

Despite her best efforts, a trickle of cum leaked from the side of her mouth and dripped down onto her heaving tits. Still she swallowed as fast as she could, amazed as her cheeks ballooned with every spurt. After half a dozen spurts, each one filling her mouth and stretching her cheeks out, she felt the spurts lessen. Soon the last little bit of cum oozed from the tip and Mrs. Jordan locked her lips directly behind the flared rim of Jim's cockhead and sucked as hard as she could. Jim let out a loud gasping groan as she did. Finally she released her grip on his shaft and let the whole length fill her throat again until his pubes tickled her nose. Then she again sucked his cock as hard as she could, slowly letting the length of it slide from out of her lips.

Standing up, Mrs. Jordan lowered the hem of her dress from around her waist and smoothed it out. Then she stepped over to where the sink was and grabbed a paper towel from the counter and wiped at the cum that had slipped from her mouth and down her chin. Then she wiped at the cum that had fallen onto her big tits. Lastly, she stuffed those big tits back into the top of her dress. She gave herself another look in the mirror, making sure everything was back in place, smoothed her dress again just to be sure and then turned back to look at Jim.

He was still standing exactly where she left him, in the middle of the room with his pants around his ankles, his still erect penis bobbing in time to his heartbeat. Mrs. Jordan looked pointedly at the bobbing shaft and chuckled softly. "Does that big fucker EVER go down?" she asked laughingly.

Looking almost sheepish, Jim said, "Sorry, but your ass is just SO sexy when you walk. One of these days you have GOT to let me slide my cock into your ass."

Mrs. Jordan put her weight on one leg, popping one hip out sexily and brought her hand to her mouth as if she were pondering the idea. Then the stern look that she wore whenever she was in public came to her face and she walked straight up to Jim until her face was merely and inch or two from his. Her huge breasts pressed against his chest and she reached between them and gripped his cock in a firm almost painful grip. She looked him straight in the eyes, the hard look plastered on her face although she spoke with a husky voice. "Next time, studly. And you BETTER fuck it good too."

With that she took a step around him and headed for the door, her hand sliding along his shaft as she did so. She opened the door and peeked out, then opened it more and walked out, shutting the door behind her.