Elaine’s Dog Show

CHAPTER ONE

"I don't think I'm going to like this, Wanda," Elaine Schaff said nervously as she moved slowly down the wide eighth-floor hotel hall. The twenty-four-year-old, big-titted young blonde couldn't believe that she'd actually accepted her best girl friend's suggestion to come to the downtown Washington, D.C. Hilton and fuck a complete stranger.

"Come on, Elaine. For the past couple of weeks, all I've heard from you is how you needed cock," Wanda said softly as she glanced first at the small sheet of paper in her hand, then looked back up at the numbers on the doors.

"I know. But I don't know this man. Are you sure it's all right?" Elaine asked in a little-girl's voice. She was so horny and excited she could have come right now if a man just looked at her. But Elaine felt she had to put up some kind of resistance. It was the only way she could keep up her own sense of womanly respectability.

"Honey, it's gonna be more than all right. It's gonna be fantastic! You know the story that goes around the Hill about Senator Sam Smith. The girls in the office don't call him "Donkey Sam" for nothing," Wanda said as she folded the paper in half and shoved it back in her purse. "The room must be down the other end of the hall," the attractive, slim brunette said as she quickened her pace.

"But you've got that fat old Senator Kuhns. How could you, Wanda? Jesus! Just looking at him gives me the creeps!" Elaine said as she saw Wanda walk up to a door and indicate with her eyes that this was the place.

"It isn't easy," Wanda said as she reached up and smoothed down her long hair, "I'll tell you. If he wheezes any harder when we fuck, he'll have a coronary," she whispered, winking at Elaine, then breaking out into a soft giggle. "But how else do you think I can make $22,000 a year on just a typing job?" the brunette asked a she knocked at the door.

"But I didn't come up here for that," Elaine insisted, not liking what her girl friend suggested.

"That's what they all say, at first," Wanda said, smiling ironically at her friend.

"I mean, I came up here for the sex, but I don't care if I get anything else out of it," Elaine whispered quickly to her friend as she heard someone moving behind the locked door.

"Don't knock it, honey. Sam Smith knows lot of people up on the Hill. You can get your cake and eat the whole fuckin' thing in this town," Wanda said as she signaled her friend keep quiet.

Elaine sighed softly, feeling a tittle sorry that she'd accepted Wanda's invitation. It had come so suddenly that she didn't have enough time to think about it. Most of the clerical staff at the Treasury Department had left at five o'clock that Thursday. Elaine stayed behind to catch up on some back typing. She was striking for a higher position in the clerical pool, and was trying to impress her superiors by her hard work and dedication.

That seemed to be a losing battle. What they noticed about Elaine didn't have anything to do with her typing speed of filing skill. Before the second day had ended on her job, the attractive blonde had received more propositions than were on the California election ballot. The girl wasn't too surprised that that had happened. She was about five-three, and built like the proverbial brick shit-house. Her tits were big, firm, perfectly pear-shaped, and jutted out in front of her like a theatre marquee. Her waist tapered in and her hips flared out in proportion to her lithe body, while her legs were long, tapered and succulent looking. All that was her physical inventory. But Elaine had a good mind and a lot of ambition. She'd graduated from UCLA summa cum laude in political science, and had every intention of breaking into national politics. She took the first jet she could to Washington and got a job at the Treasury Department in the clerical pool. The work was far below her capabilities. But Elaine wanted to see the Washington scene and how it operated from a distance before she threw herself into that arena.

"Oh, Senator Kuhns. This is Elaine Schaff, the friend I was telling you about," Elaine heard Wanda say as the shook her head and brought herself back to the present.

"Mmmmmmm," the old man moaned in appreciation as the two women inched by his fat belly and walked into the large motel suite. "If I were thirty years younger, I'd take care of both of your cunts in a second."

"Come on, Senator," Wanda said, giggling at first, then turning around and making a sour face at Elaine while the fat old man chuckled at his poor joke.

Elaine smiled politely, then walked slowly to the large white couch at the other end of the room. As horny as she was, the blonde wasn't going to let that man even touch her ankles, let alone get a shot at her hot pussy.

"Mix us a drink, and give you enough action for eight twats," Wanda said, pointing at the bar.

"You've got a deal," the senator said, his face brightening into deep red flush as his wheezing increased.

Elaine watched the two of them at the other end of the room, pawing at each other's bodies like two animals in heat.

So this is Washington! Elaine thought sourly as she remembered the Wanda's proposition.

Her friend had been trying to get her in one sack or another for the past month. Wanda kept telling her that the only way for a girl to get anywhere in Washington to fuck or suck like a bunny.

Elaine didn't believe her – completely. She knew a fast pussy was a good short-cut to success, but the blonde didn't believe humping in the hay was the only way to get ahead. Still, Elaine had to admit that Wanda's propositions were getting more attractive. She hadn't had a good fuck in over four months – since she left Los Angeles for Washington. Elaine was a normal, flesh-and-blood woman with above-average sexual desires. So, when Wanda came up to her tonight with the invitation to "Donkey Sam's" city crash pad, Elaine couldn't say no.

She felt all her resistance breaking apart in her like a dam overloaded with backwater. Elaine didn't want a high position in the clerical pool. She just wanted a good, hard fuck that would burn her snatch up and blast her brains out!

"Oh, Pete. Come, she'd never go for that," Elaine heard Wanda giggle loudly.

"Why not? It's different," the old man wheezed out.

Elaine brought herself back to the present situation and looked back over at the couple. The old man had managed to peel off Wanda's white blouse and bra. Her tits swayed lazily back and forth as Senator Kuhns held his whisky glass in one hand and lightly hit the brunette's big boobs back and forth with the other. Wanda was standing only a few inches away from the old man, hunching her cunt-mound up hard against his crotch while she ran her hands lightly up and down the front of his bulging fly.

"But Elaine's not that kind of girl," Wanda whispered loudly, turning slowly towards her friend and winking slyly.

"This town makes anyone kinky in a little while," the old man wheezed as he also turned towards Elaine and stared hard at the cringing blonde. Elaine wriggled her taut ass-cheeks together and crossed her legs, feeling the senator's eyes snake across her slender thighs. Every time the old man looked at her, Elaine felt as if she needed a hot bath.

"We'll talk about it later," Wanda said, obviously wanting to change the subject.

"Hey, honey. Do you like dogs?" the senator blurted out as he staggered away from Wanda, spread his legs widely apart, the downed the rest of his drink.

"Wh-What?" Elaine asked as she watched the old man finish his drink. It was hard for her to imagine that this drunk, baggy-panted, pot-bellied man was a respected government official.

"Don't listen to him, Elaine," Wanda said putting down her drink quickly on the bar and walking over to the senator. "Come on, Petey. Old Wanda's got a lot of surprises for you," the brunette cooed in the old man's right ear as she moved in front of him and started to unzip his fly.

Oh, God, I hope she doesn't take his cock out here, Elaine prayed silently as she stared in amazement at the reeling couple.

"Okay, okay, okay," the old man mumbled, smiling gratefully at Wanda. He put his pudgy arms around her slender waist, dragging her gently off to what Elaine guessed was one of the bedrooms. "But remember to talk to her about it later, okay?"

"I will," Wanda said, turning her head around and smiling broadly at her friend.

"Uh… uh, Wanda. What do I…?" Elaine started to ask as the senator disappeared through the doorway.

"Just a minute, Petey," the brunette said as she slipped away from the senator's arms and ran back to her friend.

"What am supposed to do?" Elaine whispered nervously as she sprang up from the couch.

"He must be tied up on the Hill. Just mix yourself another drink and take it easy. He knows you're here," Wanda said quietly as she reached down and squeezed her friend's right hand. "Now, I've got to get to work," the brunette said as she turned around, squared her shoulders, and marched across the living room like a soldier going into battle.

"Wanda? What did he mean about dogs?" Elaine asked casually as she walked towards the bar.

"Don't worry about it, honey. When you're ready, I'll tell you more about it," Wanda said as she disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind her.

Elaine shrugged her shoulders, then walked to the bar and poured herself a tall vodka and tonic. She took a nervous look at the clock over the couch. It was already seven and Sam Smith wasn't there yet. Maybe he was tied up for the night! Elaine took a gulp from her drink, then walked over to the set of windows on the other side of the room. The booze was giving her a warm, buzzy sensation that was centring itself around her snatch. Elaine leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the cold glass window, watching the city lights grow brighter below the room. The booze made her realise just how lonely and frustrated she'd been in this town. Typing, filing, fighting off all those old, fat hands – and no decent cock to go into her pussy!

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Elaine moaned, closing her eyes and letting her crotch screw up tighter and tighter as the alcohol took effect. There was a fire going on now between her legs. She could feel all those sexual juices bubbling up between her snatch-lips now. If the senator didn't hurry up, she'd finish her drink and join Wanda and the old man in the bedroom. Elaine was so hot new that ever Senator Peter Kuhns looked like a prize cock.

"God, no! God! Godddd!" Elaine heard her friend scream out suddenly in the bedroom.

"Shut up, you little fucker!" Peter Kuhns' voice thundered drunkenly out.

Elaine winced as she heard the sounds of flesh hitting and slapping flesh.

"Pl-Pl-Please!" Wanda wailed.

Elaine wondered if she should go into the bedroom, then remembered what her friend had told her about the old senator. He liked to beat up on women – not seriously. He'd slap them gently around, and they pretended to be hurt. It was his "thing". Well, Elaine wasn't going pass judgment on anyone now. She felt her half-inch-long reddening nipples scratching teasingly against the stiff material of her D-cup bra. Her twat was on fire. Her skin crawled with frustrated sexual excitement while her mind spun with visions of twelve-inch-long dicks dripping quarts of white, sticky jizz. Elaine was in no position to point a moral finger at anyone.

"Hhhhhhh," she groaned as she felt another half throb sweep over her gradually swelling clit. Her hand shook violently, making the ice clink noisily against the glass. If only the senator would come in now. Elaine didn't want to bring herself off with her finger when the stud of the Hill was about to service her juicing, throbbing twat.

"Ahhhhhh!" Elaine cried out again, folding her arms across her chest and squeezing her hot, swollen tit-flesh. She'd seen Senator Smith a few times in the office, but never guessed that he'd wanted to bed her down. When Wanda told her about it a week ago, she thought her friend was joking.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" Elaine heard Wanda screech out at the top of her lungs.

"Bravo!" Elaine said as she toasted the closed door with her glass, then took another long drink.

"Some play going on in there?" she heard a voice suddenly boom out in the room.

"Oh. I'm sorry," Elaine said nervously as she put her glass down and looked toward the entrance-way. Sam Smith was standing just inside the doorway, a large black brief case in his right hand and his raincoat in the other.

"Don't be," he stood, smiling broadly at her as he turned around and closed the door quietly. Elaine felt her clit tingle when she heard the lock snap shut. "I guess that's Pete and his friend are, uh, busy right now?" Sam said as he threw his brief case and coat onto the white living room couch and started to walk casually towards the long wet bar.

"Uh, yes," Elaine said, unsure of what she was supposed to do. Was she supposed to be direct and start working on his fly like Wanda did with Senator Kuhns? Was she supposed to be shy and put up a little resistance? That was going to be a hard one. Already, she felt her body melting when Sam Smith walked into the room. The sheer size of him was overwhelming to the panting blonde. Those feet must have been at feast a size fourteen. Elaine remembered the old wives' tale – the cock's in direct proportion to the feet. Jesus, Elaine thought herself as she wondered what kind of monster cock dangled between Sam Smith powerful legs.

"Like a fresh drink?" he asked, stopping just short of her and taking her glass gently from her.

"Uh, yes," Elaine stammered, surprised at the man's pleasant style. He was every inch a gentleman. Yet the blonde could sense the power and sensuality behind his politeness. All this made her want to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders and beg him to drag her off to the bedroom and rip her clothes off.

"Here you go," Sam said, handing her back her glass. Elaine took another large drink while she stared at Sam's ruggedly handsome face. His eyes were his best feature – innocent-looking, yet direct and probing. They seemed to sparkle more brightly with every passing second, while the blonde could feel the sparks of electric sexuality jumping over to her swaying body. God, how she wanted to feel his cock plowing through her matted jungle of swampy cunt hairs!

"I, uh, busy tonight?" Elaine asked, desperately trying to think of some kind of small talk.

"Not as busy as I want to be in a few seconds," Sam said, grinning sheepishly at Elaine as he reached out and touched her lightly on the arm.

"Ohhh," Elaine moaned feeling her body explode at his touch. She wanted him to fuck her so badly now, she could have screamed it out to the world.

"You're hot, aren't you?" Sam asked, his voice growing husky and thick as Elaine nodded.

"I… I don't usually do this," she said, feeling like a complete idiot after she'd said it. It sounded like one of those corny lines from grade-B movies. The reluctant virgin and the sophisticated congressman! Well, Sam might be worldly, but Elaine was no virgin. She knew what to do, and could put any man through his paces if she wanted to.

"Sure, sure, baby," Sam whispered thickly as he bent forward and kissed her lightly on the neck. Elaine shuddered with unbearable pleasure. She his hot, wet lips slide down her neck to her throat, then down to the tops of her mammoth jugs that protruded slightly over the top of her low-cut pink slip-over sweater.

"Oh, God," Elaine cried out as she dropped her drink to the floor and clamped her hands around Sam's head. She felt all her inhibitions dropping away as the blonde senator started sucking at her hot, swollen tit-flesh. This was what she wanted. No small-talk into the night. No drinks that made her so drunk that she couldn't realise what was going on. Just a hard, fast fuck that would bring them both off and take care of the heat that was burning them both up now.

"Sorry about that," Sam said, pulling away and looking down at the wet mess on the floor that Elaine's spilled drink had made.

"Don't stop," she panted, reaching out for him again.

"I'll mix you another one while I take a quick shower," Sam said, smiling impishly at her while he started to make another drink. Elaine could tell that he was enjoying teasing her. He was like a big lion, pawing and playing with her for a while before he decided to get down to business.

"Finish this, then come on into the bedroom," he said as he loosened his tie and walked towards the far door at the end the living room.

"Please hurry," Elaine pleaded desperately as she her clit twitched unbearably.

"Never keep you waiting, babe," Sam said as he walked into the end bedroom.

Elaine paced the living room like a tigress for the next few minutes. He'd told her to wait. Why? She'd have jumped into the shower with him and finished him up under the water. The blonde smiled to herself, remembering what she'd done that once in college. She and the student-council president had early drowned in that stupid narrow shower stall when she climbed onto his dick. The water splashed continually on her bouncing tits and face while she wrapped her legs around his hips and rode his cock to climax.

"Ooooooooh!" Elaine heard Wanda wail again, this time louder than before.

"God!" the blonde said, spinning around, then slamming her drink down hard the counter. She couldn't take it any more. Just a few feet away from her, her best friend was getting off – somehow – on that fat old man, while the hottest stud in Washington was soaping himself of down in a shower, telling her to wait until he was through! The whole thing was ridiculous. She should be the one wailing and screaming the walls down.

Elaine clenched her slender fingers into two tight fists, then walked across the living floor to the bedroom door. Her aching, twitching pussy couldn't wait any longer. Even as she walked, Elaine something trickle down her right thigh. She was leaking hot pussy juice. Her panties were virtually dripping with the hot, sticky stuff while her face was burning with desire and perspiration was running down her forehead.

"Senator?" Elaine said softly as she pushed the door completely open.

"Mmmmm?" she heard him groan in response.

Elaine walked into the darkened room and saw Sam lying in bed with the top-sheet covering the bottom two-thirds of his body. Her face lit up and she turned, slowly closing the door. Bending, the blonde slipped off her heels and walked slowly to the bed. Elaine could feel Sam's eyes rivet themselves on her body taking, in every movement as she moved closer to him.

"Like what you see?" she asked coyly as she stared at his muscular, massively formed arms. Elaine's eyes wandered down to the heavy mound of his cock and balls that pushed up against the white top-sheet. His thick, hairy legs were spread widely apart as if inviting her to kneel down between them.

"What do you like to do?" Sam whispered huskily as Elaine peeled off her clothes, dropping them on the carpet around her. She stood next to the bed, dressed only in her short black lace panties and bra.

"Anything," she said softly, reaching down and running her fingertips lightly across the soaked crotch panel of her briefs. Elaine could feel her snatch fluttering wildly under her gentle, probing touch.

"We'll see," Sam chuckled as he spread his legs even wider apart.

"Hhhhh," Elaine groaned as she bent down and lifted the end of the sheet and folded it back. She eased the sheet up until it dragged across his heavy cock. "Oh, my God!" Elaine cried out in delighted surprise as she stared at Sam's heavy dick. It lay neatly on his big balls in a thick forest of wiry cock hairs. The old wives' tale about the size of a man's feet revealing the size of his prick was true – at least in Sam's case. Even soft, his dick must have been at least nine inches long. And so thick! Elaine wondered how she'd be able to take anything that big inside her twitching cunt.

"Okay, baby. I've had enough of this shit! It's time we got down to business," Sam said huskily as he sat up and grabbed Elaine by the left arm.

"Ohhhhh!" the blonde cried as she felt herself being yanked roughly into bed.