Seduced By The Candidate (The Candidate, #1)

by Beth Klein

  Goulding withdrew himself from Charlotte’s oily breasts and paused at her side for a minute, stroking his cock in his right hand. He used the other to slip a couple of fingers in and out of her wet pussy. In response, Charlotte pushed her pubis up and onto his fingers and squeezed and tweaked her nipples until they stood out hard and erect.

  When he was satisfied that they were both ready, he turned and carefully straddled her upturned face, easing his cock into her warm and waiting mouth. He began to pump his hips slowly at first as they both gained confidence, then with a deeper, steadier intensity. When he was fucking her mouth and throat with a comfortable, regular pace, he lowered himself forward between her thighs and resting himself on his elbows. He grabbed one buttock in each hand and thrust his lips and tongue into her engorged, waiting sex.

  He licked and thrust with his tongue, pulling her open so that he could gain greater purchase and depth. He also alternated his deep thrusting, with flicking and nibbles across her clitoris, making her moan through a mouthful of cock and exciting them both even further. Charlotte quickly learned to overcome her gag reflex and now, given the right angle she was able to suck in every inch of Goulding’s cock, delighting at the sensation of it grazing against the back of her throat and of his balls slapping gently against the bridge of her nose.

  Damn this was hot! But Charlotte had a little surprise for Goulding and if he liked it, it could open up a whole new world of possibilities.

  * * *

  It hadn’t exactly been a surprise. After all Melanie had told him just what to expect back at the bar. Still, until the point when she had taken his cock in her hand and began to encircle the engorged tip with her flickering tongue and moist, firm lips, the nagging doubts still hadn’t allowed him to believe that she was actually going to prove true to her word.

  With his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles and his legs bucking and shaking so much so that he was unsure if they would continue to hold him, or merely fold beneath him, Melanie gave him the blowjob of his life. She had kneelt in front of him, holding his right hip for balance and cradling his heaving balls in the other. As her head bobbed up and down and she stroked, scratched and squeezed his heavy balls. She sucked, licked and tongued his cock with an impressively expert technique that drove him wild with passion.

  She had brought him to the brink and then held him back again and again, until he practically begged her to let him cum. Finally, she relented and removing his manhood from her mouth, she had looked up into his eyes and began to stroke him hard and fast with her tightly gripping fist. The slutty look in her eyes, the smeared lipstick and the wanton look of a cock hungry whore had all combined to make him jerk forward and splatter her face, breasts, neck and hair with his sticky white fluid.

  It was the single most erotic moment in his entire life, and she wasn’t finished. Pausing only long enough to clean the most obtrusive of the cum from her face, she took his rapidly softening phallus in her mouth once again.

  “Surely not,” he thought. He was lucky if he got sex once a month these days, so the prospect of doing it twice in one night was something that he wasn’t sure he was still capable of. Melanie however was not to be denied and sucked and teased him until he felt the first flickers of revival stirring in his groin.

  When he was fully erect again, Melanie retrieved a silver foil packet from her handbag and before he knew what was happening, she had torn it open and was rolling the condom down the length of his shaft.

  “Now, Brian,” she said huskily. “I’m going to bend over and you’re going to fuck me hard and fast until I scream. Is that clear?”

  Brian nodded, but said nothing. Despite the relative non-committal, it proved to be enough for Melanie. She crossed to the sumptuous lounge suite and bent forward over the back of the settee. Balancing comfortably on her chest, she used both hands to raise the hem of her dress up and over her ass. The slow progress that exposed more and more of her silky white skin was maddening. When her bare ass stood out, completely unencumbered by underwear of any kind, Brian felt his cock lurch with longing.

  Without looking back at him, Melanie pulled her buttocks apart with both hands and spread herself wide for his inspection.

  “Fuck me Brian, fuck me now. Put that big cock of yours deep inside me and pump me hard. Make me feel like the cock hungry slut I so clearly am. Do it, Brian. Do it NOW!”

  He walked slowly towards her, but as she readied herself for his thrust, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her buttocks. He put his hands on hers and together they held her wide and waiting while his tongue teased her clitoris and delved deep inside her.

  With the tip of his nose pressing hard against her anus every time he thrust his tongue inside her and his lips and nostrils full of her unique and intoxicating scent, it wasn’t long before he could no longer contain himself. He rose and in an almost fluid motion, pushed his cock all the way to the hilt, so that she was spread open and pushed apart by the forging phallus. With a weep of pleasure, Melanie pushed back against him and Brian began the most pleasurable task he’d ever been given, to fuck this woman as hard and fast as he possibly could.

  * * *

  Jake contemplated how this single annoyance was really beginning to spoil what had otherwise been a thoroughly enjoyable task. There was no fucking safe. Or at least none that he could see. He had gone over the whole of Martin’s office, then Ackermann’s and then Deane’s and found nothing. When the obvious locations had been explored and found lacking, Jake had begun a search for hidden release switches, floor panels and even the stereotypical wall safe behind a portrait installation. No matter where he looked, the end result was ultimately the same—no safe.

  Having considered the problem in more detail, Jake remembered the basic nature of the protection systems surrounding the electronic files and doubted that these men were likely to be on the cutting edge of technology when it came to ‘safe concealment’. He didn’t want to leave even the smallest element of his mission incomplete, but very soon he was going to have to make his escape and report back to Bill that he could only retrieve the electronic copies.

  In reality this was tantamount to absolute failure anyway. The mere presence of the hard copies would be sufficiently incriminating to sink the Senator on gossip and rumor alone, let alone any criminal proceedings that might follow. Goddamn this was frustrating, he couldn’t stay and he couldn’t leave. He was fucked no matter what he did!

  Just then, out of the corner of his eye he noticed the two four-drawer metal filing cabinets standing out somewhat awkwardly from the rest of the room’s décor.

  “No? They wouldn’t do…would they? They couldn’t be so fucking stupid.”

  It was a moment’s work to pop the locks of the two cabinets and Jake quickly sifted through the folders that filled the drawers. They had been organized in alphabetical order for more convenient identification and in no time at all, Jake held a folder marked ‘Gouldmine’ in his hand. Flicking it open, he saw that it contained all of the same hard-copy originals that had been presented to his boss at the Evangelist’s dinner.

  “Dudes, you are either fucking clueless or so incredibly arrogant that you expect everything to work out for you no matter what you get yourself into. Personally I think it’s probably an even mix of both, which makes you arrogant and clueless. Not exactly the best way to conduct yourself!”

  Jake took the complete file and slipped it quickly into the black rucksack at his back.

  “All done, time to go I think. All that’s left now is to arrange for a little ‘accident’ that will cover my tracks and conceal the fact that I’ve ever been here from the good directors of Quest Realtors. Shame that I’m going to enjoy this a whole hell of a lot more than they will!”

  * * *

  “If he doesn’t like it, I guess I could pass it off as an accident,” thought Charlotte as she continued to slurp noisily at Goulding’s cock. “You’ll never know if you don’t try. Get a grip girl and g
et some balls!”

  Not bad advice and the necessary tools were quite literally staring her in the face! When he next pulled back, Charlotte gently withdrew Goulding’s cock from her mouth and quickly began stroking his length while she proceeded to suck and lick at his smooth, freshly shorn scrotum. He didn’t seem to mind as she worked his shaft with her delicate, but persistent hand and when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, the pleasure of her pumping fist was mingled with the tugging pain in the pit of his stomach as she pulled gently at the testicle itself. Erotic pain was becoming more and more of a turn-on for Goulding and he moaned out loud as she continued to excite and stimulate him.

  No sooner had he shown his appreciation for this latest trick, than she moved on to the next. She continued to rub him with an increasingly capable technique, but she moved her other hand to his ass cheek. She pulled it apart, spreading him open wide, she moved her mouth until she was tonguing his asshole in the same way that he used to excite her so much. Charlotte needn’t have worried, Goulding’s response was immediate and as she continued rimming him with her firm, probing tongue, he writhed and groaned and then buried his own face between her thighs, desperate to reciprocate for the pleasure that she was giving him.

  * * *

  “Yes, yes, yes…fuck me Brian. That’s it, Christ, that’s good,” moaned Melanie, urging Brian Kennedy into ever more feverish thrusting. “Spank me while you’re fucking me. Spank my ass with one hand and use the other to finger my asshole. Make me cum Brian. I want to come all over your cock.”

  As he did as he was commanded, Melanie screamed with pleasure. Her own deviances being addressed in full. Wreathed in sweat, Brian pounded on. Even if they had realized that they weren’t alone, they were both so caught up in the act that it was doubtful it would have made any difference and John Lyndsey suspected that they would have continued regardless of his intrusion.

  It wasn’t exactly an intrusion as such. After all, he was effectively in a different room and merely watching them through a two-way mirror. As far as they were concerned they could look up and see their fucking reflected back at them. As far as John was concerned they might as well be smiling for Candid Camera. This was seriously hot shit and had it not been for the sensitivity of the mission he had been tasked with, John would have happily wanked himself to an orgasm as he watched the couple enjoying each other’s bodies. Still, he would definitely be making a copy of the video and if he took a couple of hundred shots with the digital camera, there was no reason why he could keep at least half of them.

  * * *

  “This needs to be hot…really hot and really quick,” thought Jake. “Let’s hope I got my timings right.”

  This was his final parting gift for the fuckers at Quest Realtors and he almost wished that he had brought a camera so that he could record every beautiful detail. Before leaving Martin’s office, Jake had visited the adjoining kitchenette and true to the plans he had obtained prior to the mission, he immediately recognized the little two-ring gas hob that sat in the corner of the room. It had only taken a few seconds to turn the knob slightly so that the hiss of escaping gas was clearly audible. With that done, he pulled the knob completely off the unit and after rotating it slightly, pushed it back into place. Even though the gas continued its steady hiss, the dial registered it as being completely turned off. His final act had been to light the small candle which he had previously placed at the far end of the room.

  When the fire officers sifted through the wreckage, all that they would find would be a faulty gas appliance and nothing else, the candle long since having melted and bubbled into invisibility. Once outside, he had removed the clip to the security alarms, cut the power to the fire alarms and placed a very small explosive device behind the mass of cables. Once detonated, the blast would push outwards and cause havoc with all of the cupboards contents, making his previous amendments all but invisible. This in turn would then be concealed as the fire enveloped the building and every trace that he had ever been there would be wiped out. It might have been more difficult had Martin invested in a safe, they were fire proof, but a bog-standard filing cabinet would soon buckle and bend when faced with the intense heat of a gas explosion. All he had to do now was watch and wait.

  * * *

  She couldn’t wait, besides, judging by his moans and bucking hips, Goulding didn’t have long left to go either. Charlotte stopped the motion of Goulding’s cock just long enough to wet her middle and index fingers and then carried on sucking his manhood with increased urgency. As he moaned his readiness to cum, she carefully reached around his hip and probed his puckered anus with her fingers, increasing the pressure and forcing them deep inside him, until they slipped up to the middle knuckle. In response Goulding’s hips shot forward and his fully sheathed cocked nearly choked her. His back arched and he shouted hoarsely and it was impossible to tell if he was experiencing pleasure, shock or pain…or maybe all three.

  The surprise penetration felt incredible and Goulding reacted instantly with animal intensity. Spurred on by his reaction, Charlotte fingered him carefully and bobbed her head backwards and forwards furiously. Goulding pumped his cock into her, fucking her mouth for all he was worth and at the same time using his fingers, tongue and lips to caress her pussy, clitoris and asshole. They writhed as a single, panting, moaning, sweating form and when they both came, it was raw and impassioned.

  * * *

  Brian couldn’t hold back anymore, he pumped hard, bucked and shot his load deep within Melanie. She wasn’t quite there yet and immediately Brian dropped to his knees and buried three fingers into her wet and expectant pussy. He flicked his tongue over her asshole and she rubbed at her clitoris, hard and fast so that in only a few minutes she had joined in his exultation and cumming hard, she ground herself against his fingers and his mouth.

  John Lyndsey had given in to temptation, after all they had more than enough evidence and the video camera had continued to roll relentlessly, irrespective of the static shots that John was taking. He pumped his cock hard and was rewarded with a powerful orgasm that coincided perfectly with the one experienced by Melanie, which in turn completed his fantasy that he was the one pleasuring her, not Kennedy.

  Just for a second, Brian thought he’d heard an ecstatic moan that hadn’t come from their room, then Melanie’s ass was in his face again and he eagerly lapped at the juices that flowed across his tongue.

  * * *

  As the ball of flame blew the entire upper floor apart and sent debris flying over a hundred feet in every direction, Jake gasped with ecstatic pleasure.

  “Goddam that looks good,” he said contentedly.

  A second later he triggered the small charge in the electrical cupboard and although it was infinitely less impressive, it was no less satisfying. He watched as the three security officers fled the building looking extremely shaken and confused, but no worse for wear.

  “Fucking A!” said Jake and turned to leave. “Better than sex!”

  * * *

  As Goulding and Charlotte relaxed in each other’s arms, Brian walked home in a daze, Melanie counted her earnings and relished the delicious ache between her thighs, John Lyndsey looked back at a job well done, and Jake patted the bulge of the memory stick and drove back to deliver the good news to his boss. Each individual couldn’t help think what a truly fucking awesome day that had been.

  Chapter Five

  Getting Your Cake And Being Able To Eat It

  Goulding winced when he heard the rattle of the machine gun and steeled himself for the vicious bite of the bullets that he knew must follow—but there was nothing. No pain, no nausea, no relentless pressure forcing him backwards and down. Just the echo of the gun shots in his ears and an ache in his jaw from where he had been clenching it tightly against the inevitable follow through.

  His chest and arm throbbed as if freshly wounded. When he checked himself, the familiar scar glowered back at him. It was puckered, ugly and grey-pink. Definitely not fr
esh and bleeding. Everything else was the same, the Afghani encampment, the familiar fading light, his combat fatigues. Even the smell of cordite and nervously sweating bodies.

  Thoroughly confused he glanced around him and discovered that something was different. Behind him lay the prone body of a beautiful woman, looking alien and out-of-place in this savage landscape. She wore a sumptuous, scarlet colored evening dress, modest heels and an elaborately sculpted mass of hair that crowned her head like an amorphous golden halo. To all intents and purposes, she looked like she had just come from an exclusive dinner event, or perhaps she had been making her way to just such a rendezvous. What on earth was she doing here?

  As he tentatively stepped closer, he noticed that a number of darker stains marred the delicate satin of her dress and that she wore a sash across her right shoulder, although he couldn’t make out what was printed on it. Moving closer still he was horrified to see that the darker stains were in fact blood splatters, each individually punctuated by a ragged black bullet hole so that the overall effect was that of a series of grotesque flowers blossoming from the satin of her dress. The sash was partially covered by her arm that had fallen across her chest when she had been shot and it was also badly smeared by the blood that oozed from the wounds.

  Forgetting his initial caution, he ran to her side and lifted her arm to check the pulse in her wrist. It was weak and erratic, but definitely there. It buoyed him with hope had the movement not meant that he was now able to read the writing on the sash.

  Mother America

  It was smeared and tattered, but there was no doubting the words. He felt an icy chill run down the length of his spine as he read them out loud. When the woman’s eyes suddenly flicked open, Goulding felt a powerful urge to turn and run. Instead he remained rooted to the spot, a look of abject horror swathing his handsome features.

  Very slowly, with painfully slow movements, the woman beckoned him to come closer and began to whisper into his ear.