Chapter 19 - Reward for a Job Well Done
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"Oh, yes, that's it, squeeze it, squeeze it hard, get all that cum," said Dan
as he sensed that he was about to pump his semen into Candace's butt.
Dan was standing on the bed, crouched over Candace who was on all fours with
her face on the mattress and her rear pointed toward the ceiling. Dan was
fucking downward at almost a ninety-degree angle. The fingers of Candace's left
hand were a blur as she manipulated her engorged button. Both of her buttocks
were fiery red from the powerful openhanded slaps that Dan had been delivering
with alternating hands.
Feeling Dan's cock convulse in her asshole, Candace released her own orgasm.
Candace tightened her butt muscles around Dan's cock determined to get all
possible cum deposited deep in her rectum.
She collapsed forward onto her face with Dan clinging to her back as he pumped
everything he had into her rectum. Both of them were dripping sweat.
"Don't move, I want to feel it slowly go soft in my ass" whispered Candace. "I
love the feeling of your cum slowly seeping out my asshole. It makes me feel
like the ultimate whore."
Candace and Dan were in a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel. The suite
overlooked Boston's Public Gardens. Beacon Street was covered with tourists and
shoppers that fall Saturday afternoon. Candace and Dan had decided they needed
some time together after the election for serious sex. They also had some things
to celebrate, Dan's promotion to Controller and Candace's election victory.
Candace reserved an executive suite for the weekend. The Four Seasons
management had seen that the newly elected Congresswoman had their very best
accommodation. Each room contained a huge arrangement of fresh flowers.
Candace and Dan had been screwing off and on since lunch. There were sex toys
scattered over the bed. There was a large half empty plastic bottle of
Astro-Glide lying on a pillow beside Candace's head. Two used French tickers lay
on the floor beside the bed.
Latex surgical gloves stained with shit were lying on a bath towel beside the
bed. There was an open can of Crisco on the same towel. Dan had recently
discovered the intense pleasure of being fist fucked while Candace sucked his
cock. At the end, Candace had gone all the way to her forearm while her mouth
took his cock down her throat. Dan had been on his back with a large goose down
pillow propping up his ass.
The sensation of her latex covered hand deep in his colon while her throat
massaged his cock had resulted in an awesome climax for Dan. Candace had taken
her time and intensified the pleasure.
"Fist me," said Dan as soon as they returned from downstairs in the hotel's
Bristol Lounge.
"Does my baby want me to stir his shit?" said Candace as she wrapped her arms
around Dan and kissed him.
"Yes, I want you in all the way to your elbow. Tickle my guts with your
fingers," said Dan.
"I thought you might suggest that so I brought these," said Candace walking
over to a small carrying bag and extracting a can of Crisco and a box of latex
of surgical gloves. Dan stripped naked, climbed on top of the bed, managing to
place a very large and firm pillow under his butt.
"My, aren't we eager to have our shit stirred," commented Candace.
Candace started slowly working a small amount of Crisco into Dan's rectum
using first one then two fingers.
"Are you going to open up for me?" teased Candace as she applied a small
amount of pressure to Dan's anal ring.
"Oh yes, God, I've been looking forward to this all week. How many fingers,"
breathed Dan?
"Two, but you're so tight, inhale then exhale three times in a slow controlled
manner and I'll give you three fingers," said Candace.
"Oh yes, work my hole, stretch it out, I want it all," said Dan as he executed
rhythmic controlled breaths in an attempt to release the tension in his asshole.
"Now, there are three little Indians in your ass, can you feel the pressure,"
asked Candace as she rotated her fingers using the other hand to push more
Crisco into Dan's opening hole?
Candace took her fingers out, noting with satisfaction that Dan's anus didn't
completely close.
"Yes, yes, yes, this is so good, it reminds me of when Uncle Mike used to fist
fuck me," said Dan.
"And everybody watched?" said Candace.
"Yes, at the Mark Hopkins, all of his friends were there jerking their cocks,
wishing their hands were in my ass. One of the bellman came by to deliver food
and Uncle Mike insisted he stay and let me suck his cock while Uncle Mike fisted
me.
"Maybe later, we'll go find a bellman, perhaps more than one, and we'll both
suck them off. But right now, it's going to be just you and me," said Candace
leaning down to lick the underside of Dan's cock. Her tongue followed the ridge
of skin that began at his balls and ended under the tip of his dick.
"My God that was great," breathed Dan enjoying the sensations Candace's hand
and mouth were creating.
"Four fingers now, only the thumb to go, you want it all, don't you?"
"Yea, give me more, I want it to hurt," said Dan raising his legs to grasp his
ankles so he could pull his legs back toward his head and expose his rectum
further.
"My hand is going in right now," said Candace as she slipped her hand past
Dan's anal ring. She looked down to see that the ring formed a tight band around
her wrist. Candace twisted her hand left and then right.
"Oh fuck yes, your little Danny boy loves Momma's hand in his ass," said Dan.
"And Momma loves to work her boy's hole," said Candace as she removed her hand
recoated it in Crisco and once more slid it inside Dan's butt ring. Candace
repeated this several times. Each time Dan moaned appreciatively.
"Fist me, Momma, fist fuck your son," said Dan.
"Momma's making a fist right now," said Candace as she clinched her fingers
and thumb together to form a fist right inside Dan's rectum. Once again, Candace
rotated her closed fist as she took Dan's cock in her mouth.
"I'm ready, Momma, do me," said Dan.
Candace slowly forced her closed fist up Dan's colon. As she reached her
elbow, the fist encountered a large turd. Candace opened her fist and wrapped
her fingers around the turd.
"Momma's going to pull her boy's shit right out of his asshole," said Candace
as she carefully coaxed the turd down Dan's colon. Candace let the turd ago when
it reached Dan's anus.
"Now, Momma's going to eat some of her Danny boy's shit," said Candace as she
leaned down and placed her mouth around the partially open butt hole. "You push
your shit right out into Momma's mouth."
Dan felt Candace's lips surrounding his rectum. He focused his muscles to push
the turd out. He felt his turd being sucked into Candace's mouth as she greedily
chewed his shit up and swallowed it. When the turd had exited his butt, Candace
sensuously licked his anus clean.
"Now pee in your Momma's mouth so her belly will be full of your piss and
shit," said Candace taking his cock between her shit-stained lips. Dan found the
control needed to initiate a long slow urination of strong yellow pee that
Candace greedily gulped down.
"All Momma needs now is your cum and her belly will have the perfect
cocktail," said Candace as she began to suck Dan's cock. While she sucked his
cock, she re-inserted one hand inside his bowels and rhythmically fisted him
until he released a load of semen into Candace's mouth.
Afterwards, they had showered together to clean the shit off. While in the
shower, Dan had gotten hard again. Candace produced a French Tickler covered
with hard rubber spines. Dan fucked Candace up against the shower wall until he
dropped his second load. Candace had pulled the French Tickler off his cock and
squeezed the contents onto her tongue and swallowed them.
"Nothing wrong with cold cum," said Candace as she kissed Dan.
After that, Candace had to work to get him hard again. She was interested in
the long slow ass fuck they had just finished. Candace reveled in the feeling of
Dan's cum slowly tricking out of her asshole. It was almost 5:00PM when Dan
finished in her rear. They didn't have dinner reservations until 9:00PM.
Candace relaxed in the afterglow of a good fuck as she watched people walking
through the park below. Dan spoke first.
"That was incredible, you're the best, nothing like a Zed-316 butt fuck."
"Zed-316 girls are designed to have the type of dynamic, total pleasure
assholes that earthmen adore."
"And they never get shit on your dick even when you pack theirs down, why is
that?"
"Careful genetic engineering. Oh my, it always feels so good when your cock
goes soft and retracts from my asshole, then it pops out and I'm empty. Did you
enjoy that?"
"Enjoy would be an understatement, ass fucking you is a positively mind
blowing experience. When my cock's in there, the walls of your rectum are
massaging every inch. No one can do that but you."
"Are you pleased with the new Candace?"
"I'm ecstatic. Six months ago, if you had asked me what were the chances I
would have anal intercourse with the Congressman elect of Massachusetts' Twelfth
District, I would have replied 'not a chance in Hell'. Now I just had my cock in
her cum filled bum. Cum I put there by the way."
"Well the old Candace was far too uptight. She has a lot of bad years to make
up to you."
"You're doing an excellent job of that, you and all your helpers."
"Speaking of helpers, do you think Tracy will be okay?" Candace was referring
to Tracy Spellman, a college student who had moved in with them this past week.
Tracy was enrolled as a freshman at Tuft's in nearby Medford, Massachusetts.
"Yes, I do. She's cute as a button, a little blonde cheerleader type. You half
expected her to don a cheerleading outfit and lead the family in cheers.
"Have her do that if that's a fantasy of yours."
"Briana certainly took to her. She seems to have a way with our little girl.
She and Anna Estelle hit if off too. They were chattering away when I left.
Tracy mentioned that her parents owned a chain of newspapers."
"Ron and Irene Spellman are the majority stockholders in Gannett. Gannett is
the countries' largest with ninety-four newspapers and several radio and
television stations. There's none in Massachusetts but Gannett has a strong
presence in many of our larger states. The Spellman's asked us to watch out for
her while she goes to Tufts. Their media outlets are going to support my
political career. That's confidential by the way. That's why she's living with
us, rather than in a dorm or an apartment."
"I didn't realize that. Is she going to be like Maria Consuela and Anna
Estelle?"
"If by that you mean can you fuck her any time you want, the answer is yes.
She knows her duties. I hate to take Maria Consuela with me to Washington but I
need her computer skills. Who would have thought a nineteen-year-old girl from
Guatemala with no college education would turn into a first class software
engineer?"
"I understand. I'm fine with Tracy replacing Maria Consuela. As long as Tracy
knows how to bend over and grab her ankles when I need her to, everything will
be fine."
"She's on the gymnastic team at Tufts. She can bend in ways you can only
imagine. Plus she's like Anna Estelle. She needs the feel of a whip on her butt.
I know you like to make them scream. Now, you and Bernice have two slaves to
whip."
"How do you know that?"
"Bernice told me. She's the one who set this up with Tracy and her mother.
Tracy's the type who'll come to you with a whip in her teeth, tell you she made
a mistake and ask to be punished. So whip her hard occasionally and fuck her
whenever you want."
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll do that. Have you found an apartment in DC?"
"All taken care of. It's being furnished this weekend. Its' four bedrooms so
there's plenty of room for you and Briana to visit any time you want"
"I know Congressman make $153,500 and there's lot of perks but it's still
going to be tight maintaining two households even with my promotion. You
shouldn't have spent all that money on me this morning."
"Money is not a concern nor will it ever be again. I have funds to take care
of all my DC expenses. I wanted the new Corporate Controller of Raytheon to be
properly dressed. I'm very proud of your promotion."
"I'm not sure even my boss buys his clothes at Louis. Those Brioni suit costs
$3,000 each and you made me buy three of them. With the raincoat, top coat,
shirts, ties, and shoes, what did it all come to?"
"Little over $16,000, you have an account there now. If you need anything
else, just charge it and the bill will go to my office in DC. I got you
something else by the way," said Candace getting up from the bed and walking
nude across the room. Dan felt his cock stirring as he watched his wife bend
over and remove a small box from her handbag.
"This is for being supportive during the campaign," said Candace handing the
box to Dan.
"It's a Rolex," shouted Dan as he opened the box.
"Do you like it?"
"It's incredible. I won't ask what it cost," said Dan as he placed the watch
on his wrist.
Later, Candace lay awake listening to Dan's breathing. They were supposed to
be taking a nap before getting dressed for dinner but sleep wouldn't come. She
thought about the last few days. It was a week after the November election. Her
name had been the only one on the ballot for the Twelfth District. Mike
Harrington was retired and living in Florida. Candace was the wunderkind of
Massachusetts's politics. Her come from nowhere surprising victory and good
looks had attracted even a small amount of national attention.
Yesterday, Friday, she had been leaving a luncheon at the Marriott Peabody. It
was one she had organized to thank all the people who had worked in her
campaign. Candace was saying goodbye to some of the last to leave when a black
stretch Mercedes with heavily tinted windows appeared at the curb in front of
her. Candace heard her name called as the rear window rolled down.
"Candace, can I have a moment with you?"
Candace looked in the car window at the face of Father Gregory; rather it was
the man who presented himself as Father Gregory at the retreat. Candace saw the
clerical apparel was gone. He was wearing a dark gray suit with a faint stripe.
An elegant hand with manicured nails was extended toward her.
The chauffeur opened the door for Candace and she stepped into the car.
"Water?" asked Father Gregory holding out a bottle of Poland Springs toward
Candace. Candace took the bottle, opened it and took a swallow.
"Thank you. I thought I'd see you before now. It's been six months," said
Candace.
"My Lord said I was to leave everything to you and not interfere. He wanted to
see how well you could do on your own using the help he had already provided. It
was a test."
"And how well did I do?"
"My Lord is very pleased. He believes you to be the one. He told me that he
had been so encouraged since January 1933."
"When Hitler became Chancellor of Germany?"
"Correct, January 30th to be exact at 10:00AM when Hitler was sworn in as
Chancellor. You would have loved being in Berlin in those days. Von Papen handed
Hitler the government of the best-educated and most powerful nation on earth and
he didn't give it back for twelve wonderful years. Excitement was in the air.
I'd spent the previous evening dining with Von Papen, Goering, Hugenberg, and
Krupp. The Fuhrer had persuaded both Hugenberg and Krupp to fire all their
Jewish employees. It was just a whiff of wonderful things to come."
"After dinner, Goering and I retired to his hunting lodge at Karinhall where
two racially-perfect Aryan boys were waiting. Hermann loved to dress as a woman
and then suck cock and be buggered. That night he played the part of a French
prostitute. He made us call him Emmanuelle and insisted on doing this awful
striptease down to a slip and bra. He was quite skilled as a cross dresser. He
sang a love song in a falsetto as he danced. Some French whore had taught him
the words during the first world war."
"These two beautiful boys and I took turns plowing the asshole of Germany's
greatest living air ace. Of course, he had started to gain considerable weight
by that time and wouldn't have any longer fit in the cockpit of his Fokker
tri-plane. I can always remember those two boys pumping away in the future Reich
Marshall. Lipstick and make-up smeared all over his face. His slip hiked up to
reveal this extraordinarily white ass. A fond memory, Candace, my Lord is
counting on you to exceed Herr Hitler and provide your own share of memories."
"I serve my Lord and will do as he bids to the best I am able."
"Good, let me briefly describe what is expected. You will serve four years in
the House of Representatives. While in Washington, you will become a protege of
Senator Kennedy and a close friend of his wife and family. The Honorable Senator
Edward M. Kennedy will retire in four years and you will run for his seat with
his backing. Four years after being elected Senator, you will run for an even
higher office. My Lord has arranged for several of the nation's richest and most
powerful men and women to promote your elections just as Hugenberg and Krupp
helped Hitler. Money will be made available in whatever amounts are required."
"My Lord is too generous."
"He has something else for you. It's a personal gift. Something he knows you
will love. I'm going to get out at the next corner. The driver will take you to
the Veterans Hospital in Bedford. Doctor Indira Fogarty will meet you. She is
expecting you."
"May I ask what it is?"
"My Lord wants it to be surprise."
Candace sipped water and relaxed on the drive to Bedford. Doctor Fogarty was
waiting under the portico for Candace.
"Ms. Williams, welcome to the Edith Nourse Rogers Memorial Veterans Hospital,
Congratulations on your victory in the election," said the tall thin Indian
woman who held out her hand as soon as the chauffer opened the car door.
"Thank you, Call me Candace, please."
"I will. And call me Indira. I know you are very busy. Let's go to my office
and I'll bring you up to date on Sgt. Lasker and Lt. Claiborne."
Moments later, Candace was seated in Dr. Fogarty's office. A thick folder of
documents rested in her lap. The outside of the folder identified the contents
as concerning Tech. Sgt. Thomas Wendell Lasker. There was another folder on the
desk labeled Lt. Oliver Claiborne.
"You can read the complete folders at your convenience. I can summarize if you
like," said Dr. Fogarty.
"Please do."
"Sgt. Lasker, he's called Wendell by the way, was a member of an M-1 Abrams
tank crew. During Dessert Storm, his armored brigade was assigned to break
through Iraqi lines to seek and destroy an Iraqi armored unit. The brigade was
highly successful and destroyed some 32 Iraqi T-72 tanks without suffering any
losses, quite an accomplishment. Unfortunately, the unit chased the Iraqis some
distance from the main battle and in the confusion an A10 Warthog mistook the
brigade for an Iraqi unit thought to be in that area. Before the correct
identifications could be made, the A10 fired a Maverick anti-tank missile that
penetrated Sgt. Lasker's tank killing everyone except the Sergeant, victims of
'friendly fire.' "
"How he survived is a miracle. His wounds and burns would normally have been
fatal many times over. The Graves and Registration people discovered the
Sergeant lying under the body of the tank commander. Everyone had assumed that
no one could survive a direct hit. He was burned over ninety five percent of his
body and was given up for dead. They pumped him full of morphine. Based on the
dosage, I think the medic was just trying to give him an easy death."
"But he survived."
"Yes, although a good part of his body of his body was burned away and he
suffered major shrapnel wounds. Fortunately, the parts you will be interested in
were not disabled. His penis and gonads were burned and heavily scared but
remains fully functional."
"Sounds delicious, and his personal background."
"The Sergeant was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana twenty nine years ago. He
graduated high school and married his high school sweetheart, a Betty Mae
Seevers. He joined the army immediately after graduation and trained as a tank
driver at Fort Knox. Before he left for the war, he managed to get Betty Mae
pregnant. They had a boy, Kyle, while the Sergeant was overseas. The Sergeant
has never met Kyle. This hospital specializes in treating burns so the Sergeant
was sent here. Records show that his wife visited him twice after he was flown
back to the US. Betty Mae filed for divorce after her second visit. She has
remarried and lives in Baton Rouge. She has a girl and a boy by the second
husband."
"Other relatives?"
"None, the Sergeant's mother and father were killed in a car accident when he
was fourteen. An aunt who died five years ago took care of him after that. She
came here once ten years ago but never returned. To most people, he is an
appallingly gruesome sight. Even some members of the staff avoid him. He is
enormously strong, works out in the gym almost every day. He can be violent when
he becomes frustrated. He hasn't really hurt anyone, at least not badly. He has
one close friend, his roommate, Lieutenant Oliver Claiborne, a Marine, who lost
both arms and legs to an Iraqi mine. Lt. Claiborne is also without family,
that's fortuitous. It's kind of sweet to see them together. The Lieutenant can
speak and has a normal face but is dependent on the Sergeant for anything that
requires movement. The Sergeant will turn pages as the Lieutenant reads aloud to
him. He carries the Lieutenant to the restroom, bathes him and even wipes his
bottom. They share a room in the dormitory wing of the hospital."
"I'd like to meet the Sergeant and the Lieutenant."
Candace followed Dr. Fogarty into an elevator to an upper floor and then down
a long hallway. The doctor used her pass card to open several doors. Finally
they halted at a guard station. The orderly pressed a button and Candace and the
Doctor entered a secure area.
"How's Sgt. Lasker today? Jamal," Doctor Fogarty asked the orderly.
"He's fine. He and the Lieutenant been playing chess since lunch," replied the
tall Afro-American orderly.
Candace followed the doctor down the corridor. They came to a door and Dr.
Fogarty looked in the small glass window. "Here, take a look," she said as she
stood aside for Candace to look through the glass.
Candace looked for a moment then turned to Dr. Fogarty and said, "He's
magnificent, absolutely beautiful. My Lord rewards me beyond what I deserve.
When was the last time he had sex?"
"Outside of masturbation only one time that we know of. Four years ago, one of
the nurse's on the ward had intercourse with him. She was new and assigned to
the midnight to eight shift. I'm not sure whether she was acting out of pity,
curiosity, or lust. Penny Tate was a chubby little woman, obviously not too
bright. She brought along a tube of lubricant and she did manage to get it
inside her vagina. I gather Wendell realized what she was doing and reacted as
any man would. He sunk it home and basically fucked her brains out. She said she
felt like a rag doll ridding up and down his pole. He ruptured the lining of her
uterus and she started to hemorrhage. She did manage to get to the nurse's
station and call for help. At first, she claimed he had been raped but the
lubricant tube was found by the bed. She admitted the truth and we terminated
her. Later she tried to sue."
"How large is it?"
"Jamal says sixteen inches long and five to seven inches in circumference. He
says it hooks upward and to the left when it's hard. Parts of one side and the
head are heavily scarred and discolored."
"One fuck in ten years, that's not a lot," said Candace.
"Jamal says he and Lt. Claiborne occasionally perform oral sex on one another.
Due to Sgt. Lasker's size, all the Lieutenant can do is lick the tip."
"That makes him all the more interesting. I'm ready to be introduced. I'm wet
already just thinking about it."
"Would you prefer I have Jamal take Lt. Claiborne outside for some fresh air?"
"No, he can stay and watch, you can stay too if you like."
"I'd like that very much. I'm not into cock but I'd love to watch your pussy
being fucked."
Candace and Indira walked into the room. There was a chessboard spread out on
Lt. Claiborne's bed.
"Knight to Bishop 3," said Lt. Claiborne as they walked into the room.
St. Lasker glanced at the two women then returned his eyes to the chessboard
moving the chess piece as instructed.
"Wendell, there's someone here who wants to meet you," said Indira.
"Hello Wendell, I'm Candace Williams." Candace felt the heat of lust as she
stared at the scared back. There were ridges of scar tissue running from the top
of the shoulders disappearing into the waistband of the loose fitting green-blue
hospital pants. Wendell's upper torso was bare. There were swirls of hardened
skins on the upper deltoids and the left trapeziums had a deep crease. Wendell
was completely bald. Candace saw there were no ears only holes in the side of
his head.
"Turn around Wendell. Don't be shy. Ms. Williams has just been elected to
Congress and she came here today just to meet you," said Indira.
"Go ahead, Wendell, be nice to the lady, maybe she came to look at your cock,"
piped up Lt. Claiborne.
"As a matter of fact that is the reason, except I plan to do more than look at
it," replied Candace.
"You're shitting me," said Lt. Claiborne.
"I'm deadly serious. You must be Oliver?"
"Wendell, stand up, turn around and say hello to Ms. Williams. If the nice
lady came this far to see your dick, let's make her trip worthwhile. By the way,
Wendell's a human being not a freak."
Wendell made a grunting sound as she stood up. Candace saw that he was tall,
maybe six foot three or four. There were no eyebrows or even eyelids. One eye
seemed normal where the other was milky white and appeared useless. There wasn't
a nose, just a round hole partially covered by a flap of skin created by a
surgeon's knife. The mouth was also a small perfectly round hole with no lips.
It was slightly off center. One side of Wendell's chest was covered with shinny
dark scar tissue. There was no nipple on that side. The other side was less
scared and there was a nipple but it seemed to be in the wrong place. It was
hard as Candace looked at Sgt. Lasker to find an inch of skin that was not
scarred or at the least discolored.
"He's a combination of Mel Gibson, Tom Cruise and Ben Affleck with a little
bit of Boris Karlov thrown in," said Lt. Claiborne.
"He's beautiful," replied Candace reaching up to touch Wendell's chest.
Wendell reacted by lashing out with his hand in an opened palmed slap toward
Candace's face. Candace's hand moved with inhuman quickness to catch Wendell's
arm by the wrist. He looked stunned that the much smaller woman had so quickly
and easily stopped him.
Candace held Wendell's wrist as she examined his hand except it wasn't really
a hand. It resembled a lobster claw.
"What the fuck? How the hell did she do that?" asked Lt. Claiborne.
Candace pressed the claw against her blouse. She imagined how it would feel to
have her nipple in Wendell's surgically created hand.
"His fingers and thumb were burned off. The surgeons deepened the cleft in his
palm to make him a finger and opposable thumb so he had some capability to
handle things. He uses it quite well. The other hand is in better shape," said
Indira.
Candace held the deformed hand to her mouth and kissed it. It was hard to
control her lust. She felt moisture slipping down the inside of her thighs. She
released that hand and picked up the other. There was a short thumb and two
fingers. The top joint was missing. The other two fingers had been burned off.
Candace kissed that hand too then released it. This time Wendell stood
motionless as Candace traced her fingers across the scarred chest tissue.
"You are absolutely magnificent. Let me see your cock," said Candace fighting
hard not to throw Wendell back on the bed and rip his pants off.
"Drop your drawers, Wendell. Then the ladies can see what they came to see and
we can get back to our game."
"Queen to King's Rook -6 and mate in two. Game's over, Allow me" said Candace
as she reached forward and pulled the drawstring that held up Wendell's pants.
They dropped to the floor. Candace looked at the largest cock she had ever seen.
It was already starting to get hard. Candace reached down and took it in her
hand and hefted it. It had patches of burn scars along one side and there was
another scar partially covering the cock head. Candace was having trouble not
dropping to her knees and taking it in her mouth.
"Lady, Ms. Williams, what's going on?" asked Lt. Claiborne sounding alarmed.
Before Candace could reply, Sgt. Lasker emitted a string of high-pitched
sounds. Candace thought they were words but she couldn't understand what was
said. She knew from Sgt. Lasker's file that shrapnel had entered through his
cheek and sheared off most of his tongue. Intense heat had damaged his vocal
cords. Candace moved her hand up and down the hardening cock. Sgt. Lasker became
increasing agitated and spoke another string of unintelligible words.
"He says he doesn't want to hurt you. He thinks you're pretty. He doesn't
understand," said Lt. Claiborne.
"I think you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Don't worry. You won't
hurt me. I'm going to get undressed and we're going to have sex," said Candace
as she slipped her suit jacket off and began to unbutton her blouse. Indira
Fogarty stood up, pulled her dress over her head, and pulled down her pantyhose
and panties. Then she sat down in an armchair and dropped her legs over the
chair arms and started to masturbate. Indira wasn't one of those women who
shaved her cunt. She was of Hindu extraction and had a full growth of black hair
forming a wide black swath of hair that reached from one pelvic bone to another.
Indira parted the hair, and then pulled the labia apart to expose an engorged
clitoris. She spit on her fingers and began to rub a small circle around her
clit.
"Pardon me for rushing but I just can't resist. Oh shit this feels good. I've
been horny as hell just thinking about this," said Indira as her fingers went to
work.
"Just lay on your back, Wendell, and let me do all the work," said Candace as
she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Sgt Lasker stood perfectly still
as Candace unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor then kicked off her
pumps. Pantyhose and panties quickly followed. In a second, Candace was
completely naked.
"Ms. Williams, you should know that cock of his is a weapon. He really injured
a nurse who screwed him a few years back," said Lt. Claiborne.
"He won't hurt me. Just relax Lieutenant. I'll fuck you too before I leave."
"Jesus Christ, are you people nuts? All right, slip that into your snatch,
it's your funeral."
"I'll get on top, just lie back and let me do all the work," said Candace as
she put her hand on Sgt. Lasker's chest and pushed him gently back onto the bed.
Candace positioned Wendell in the center of the bed then spread his legs and got
between them. She licked her finger and lightly touched the tip of his cock. It
twitched when Candace's wet digit swirled around the piss hole.
"What a fucking time to be without any hands," said Lt. Claiborne who was
trying to figure a way to at least get out of his pajamas and rub his cock
against the bed.
"Relax, Oliver, I take care of you as soon as Wendell and I enjoy a couple of
fucks. Maybe we'll do a three way."
"If you put Wendell's dick in your twat, the good Doctor here's going to have
to sew it up for you."
Candace leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the cock head. Wendell
made a series of hissing sounds then emitted several high-pitched squeals.
"What did he say?" Candace asked Oliver.
"He said he's going to cum on your face."
"Cum in my mouth, Wendell. I'm going to swallow every drop of your load. Then
I'm going to get you hard again and we are going to fuck."
Candace extended her jaw and took the cock head into her mouth continuing to
work the piss hole with the tip of her tongue. Each of Candace's hand was slowly
massaging a giant gonad. They felt the size of grapefruits in her hands. As
Wendell got more excited, she felt his balls being drawn up into the base of his
cock. When Wendell's cock reached the opening of Candace's throat, a hardened
area of scar tissue pressed against the lining of her esophagus. Candace's whole
body shook with an orgasm as her mouth and throat felt the hard surface and many
ridges of scars along the length of the cock.
Candace could feel the rush of moisture as her glands oozed waves of secreted
fluids. Candace's throat opened and the cock began to slide into her throat.
Oliver saw the sides of Candace's neck expand as the cock passed down her
throat.
"What is she, some kind of sword swallower?" asked a disbelieving Oliver. His
own cock was hard as a rock. He looked over at Indira who had a trance like look
on her face as she used one hand to hold her labia apart and the other to stroke
her clit. Ever so often, Indira stopped stroking and would slap her clit hard a
couple of times as she yelled, "Bad pussy, bad pussy."
Candace slowly extracted Wendell's cock from her throat. It was fully erect.
Scar tissues glistened with her saliva. Candace had to have that mutilated penis
inside her. She licked along one of the ridges of skin that felt hard to her
tongue. Candace moved forward and rose up on her feet holding Wendell's cock in
one hand using it to part her labia. It was positioned at the entrance to her
vagina.
"I'll suck you off later. I have to have it in me now," said Candace as she
forced the giant dick head into her opening. She worked it back and forth until
the dick head was inside her.
"I want to take it all in one stroke. Grab my tits and squeeze them hard,"
said Candace to Wendell who was making whistling noise as he kept trying to push
further into Candace's pussy. Wendell took one nipple in his lobster claw hand
and pressed down hard. He used the other crippled hand to fasten a firm grip on
Candace's nipple and twist it. Candace looked down on the claw like hands
holding her nipples in their vise grips and slammed her body down. She felt the
entire length of Wendell's cock as it traveled up and into her vagina and
beyond.
Candace felt the erotic pain as Wendell's cock head intruded into her female
parts shoving organs aside until it reached its fullest penetration. Candace
leaved forward took Wendell's head in her hands and tongue kissed the round
mouth hole. She felt the stump of his partially sheared off tongue and
intertwined her tongue with it. Wendell rolled over to place Candace on the
bottom and began to plunge in and out of Candace.
"That's right, fuck my pussy, go deep," begged Candace.
Wendell leaned back as he attempted to pick Candace up by her nipples.
"That's right, hurt my tits, maul them, rip them off," yelled Candace.
Candace wrapped her legs around the scarred torso, desperate to get all
sixteen inches inside her. She could feel it progress millimeter by millimeter
through her vagina. Candace sensed that Wendell was holding back trying not to
hurt her. Candace pulled his face to hers and kissed him, twirling her tongue
through his mouth. She used her legs to pull him deeper. Her feet were clamped
against his buttocks. Her leg muscles strained to force him further inside her.
"Fuck me as hard as you can. Show me absolutely no mercy. Ram it in as deep as
it will go," whispered Candace.
Wendell made several of his whistling sounds then started to thrust into
Candace. He withdrew all sixteen inches until just the head was poised at her
opening then plunged downward with all his force. Candace aided Wendell by using
her feet and legs to pull him into her as she raised her butt of the bed to meet
his downward plunge.
"I've never seen anything like that," was all Oliver could manage.
Wendell and Candace fucked with incredible force until at last Wendell
climaxed and fell across Candace's body. They both lay there breathing heavily.
Candace felt something happening inside her body as Wendell's sperm raced into
her womb and then spread throughout her body. It was the same sensation she had
felt lying on a marble floor of the Cathedral of St. Therese six months ago.
"I need to be taken care of over here. Can somebody get me off," said Oliver.
"What would you like?" asked Candace looking over at the Lieutenant. Wendell
was lying on top of her breathing heavily.
"Anything, jack me off, suck me off, fuck me, I don't care. I got to have some
relief."
Candace extricated herself from under Wendell and moved over to the other bed.
She pulled the covers down to reveal Oliver's hard eight-inch prick. Candace
leaned down and took it in her mouth. She was sucking Oliver's cock when she
felt the bed move as Wendell climbed onto the bed. Candace felt his maimed hands
grabbed her hips. She realized that he intended to take her dog style as she
sucked Oliver's cock.
"Thank you Master," whispered Candace as she felt Wendell's cock start to
enter her pussy. His second fuck was prolonged. Candace sucked off Oliver twice
as Wendell pounded away at her rear. After a while, she heard Wendell spitting
and then felt the wet claw fingers probe her asshole.
"Stick your hand in my ass," Candace said looking over her shoulder at
Wendell. Candace heard Wendell spit again and felt warm sputum on her asshole.
Then she felt the lobster claw work its way past her anal ring. The eroticism of
the moment as the reconstructed hand forced its way into her asshole caused
Candace to climax.
Wendell was using his better hand to squeeze Candace's breast. Candace glanced
over to see that Indira had moved her chair to where it was right beside the
bed. Indira's body was long and lean to the point of privation. Her breasts were
practically non-existent. Ribs were clearly visible. Her body fat percentage
must be in the low single digits thought Candace. Indira had one hand massaging
her clit and the other reached behind her to play with her hairy anus. In an age
where people, especially women, spent thousands of dollars to have body hair
removed, Indira Fogarty was an anomaly.
Long curly hairs surrounded her nipples. There were thick tuffs of black hair
in her underarms. A thick mat of pubic hair completely covered the area bordered
by her navel and the pelvic bones clearly visible on her skinny frame. Indira
had a full head of hair that reached down onto her temples. A wide thick unibrow
formed the lower border of her forehead. There was even the faint tracing of a
mustache across her upper lip. Candace had never seen such a hirsute female. She
found the thought of using her tongue to part Indira's pubic hair to suck her
long stemmed clitoris highly erotic.
Finally, Wendell's body convulsed and Candace felt a second load of fiery hot
sperm course through her body. Oliver dumped his second load into her mouth and
she swallowed it greedily.
As soon as Wendell recovered, he reached out with his claw hand and placed it
gently on Candace's cheek. Then he spoke several dozen unintelligible words.
Candace looked to Oliver to interpret.
"What did he say?"
"He said you were a good fuck. You reminded him of his ex wife, Bettie Mae.
She could fuck like you."
"Who's a better fuck, me or Bettie Mae?" Candace addressed the question to
Wendell. Wendell looked thoughtful for a moment then whistled out a few words.
"He said you're both very good."
"Wendell should go into politics," said Candace laughingly. She leaned over
and kissed Wendell on his non-existent lips.
"Indira, climb up on bed and we'll let Wendell and Oliver watch us munch each
other's rug. I'm fascinated with your pubic hair," said Candace gesturing for
Indira to join them.
The session ended two hours later with Candace sitting up in bed between
Oliver and Wendell with Indira between her legs noisily eating her cum filled
pussy. Candace and Indira had just done a sixty-nine to please Oliver and
Wendell. Candace had buried her face in Indira's asshole feeling the ring of
long curly hairs tickle her face as her tongue worked its way inside Indira's
shit hole. Then Candace had fucked both Oliver and Wendell one more time before
she had to dress and leave.
Indira Fogarty was being promoted to Director over the largest VA Hospital in
the country. It was located in Northern Virginia, near Candace's Washington
apartment. Indira assured Candace that Wendell and Oliver would be immediately
transferred to the new hospital and housed in a suite normally reserved for
general officers. Everything would be ready by the time she relocated to DC.
Candace felt her powers growing each time Wendell released semen inside her
body. Satan was using Sgt. Lasker's cock to transfer the strength, energy, and
intellect that Candace would need for the next challenge.
