Senator's Dirty Queen

Chapter 3

There were multiple comments from each of the approximately two dozen tables she passed: "Looking great Vignette"; From a customer at a table of four, "We've got the manpower. Let us take care of your problem."; "Why don't you go home with me, gal, and teach my wife how to do that?"; "Hey, Vignette can you do something about this for me?", pointing to a distended bulge in his pants; "Hey Vignette, do you take American Express?"

Many of the men reached out to touch her, to stroke her arm or gently pat her ass. More than a few of them reached under her tiny skirt to stroke her panties. She smiled, made friendly, flirty remarks back to them, returned their quick caresses and kept moving. She was a little afraid to think of what might happen if she stopped.

One good-looking young guy called out: "Come out to my car and f**k me if you still need it. I'm big and I'll do a good job."

"I'll be back for you later, stud", she lied in response. She knew he didn't believe her. But she also knew he'd wait around for hours, just in case. And he'd have a hard-on the whole time. Eventually, he'd go home and jerk off thinking about her. She smiled a little at the thought. It had not taken her a long time to understand that even though she was showing a different image altogether, her purpose was to get ahold of Markin, just like her mother-in-law had said.

Politics was a game which had to be won by back-handed tricks, lies and manipulation. And even though she knew that she had a chance to rise to the top of this power game, the road was going to be painfully long and slow if she did not learn how to enjoy these little games when she could.

She did, of course, find the s****l banter and flirting to be a big turn-on. And she had always found masturbatory s*x to be like Chinese food. As good as it might be at the time, she was always hungry again pretty soon. And now her appetite was recovering quickly. By the time she was half-way across the room her spare panties were no longer dry. And by the time she approached Table 42, there was a noticeable bump and a growing ache under their damp fabric and two stiff protrusions between the letters of her tank top. As much as Vignette enjoyed the display she was putting on, her need for a long, stiff c**k or four was quickly becoming so urgent that she could barely control the impulse to leap wildly on the nearest thing in pants.

Table 42's corner was so dimly lit that Vignette could make out very little until she approached it closely. Then she discovered that it sat alone, on an area slightly raised above the rest of the club. The three closest tables were empty

As she slowly climbed the three steps, she found that there were six large, lean good-looking men seated around the table: three white, three black, all in dark, expensive suits. Some wore flashy ties which they had loosened. Some wore dark shirts with the top several buttons open and gold chains around their necks. She could vaguely see bulges growing in their pants as the men shifted uncomfortably, some reaching down to their crotches to adjust something. The thought of six pairs of hands caressing and grasping at her trembling body, six sets of lips giving her pleasure and six thick c***s repeatedly penetrating every orifice drove her desire to even higher levels.

"I wouldn't have believed it was possible, but you're looking even hotter than when you walked out on that stage" offered one of the men, the oldest of the group, but still fit and very good-looking. The others enthusiastically agreed. And she immediately recognized who it was.

She noticed a large patch of dark moisture near the crotch of one of the black guys. "Looks like someone enjoyed the show", she purred. As the men introduced themselves, she inspected their impressively lumpy crotches, searching for the largest. It was hard to tell, but she decided to try Woody. At least the name was promising.

They offered her a chair, but she gracefully sat on Woody's lap instead, crossing her legs and draping her right arm around his shoulders. Moving so that her mouth was next to his left ear, she whispered: "Let me introduce myself. I'm Vignette", and began to suck on his earlobe while her right index finger moved gently around the circle of his lips.

"I am so pleased to meet you" he replied. His right hand gently slid between her legs as she slowly uncrossed them, spreading them wide to give him easy access. His hand slowly but confidently crept into her soaked panties and discovered her swollen, rigid clit. Holding it between thumb and forefinger he gently twisted and stroked it producing a low moan from Vignette, punctuated by quiet grunts. Vignette could feel Woody's big, rocklike impaler beneath her thighs. Smoothly, she turned so that her back was to him and, keeping her legs spread, planted her feet solidly on the floor. Grabbing his right wrist with her right hand to encourage his attentions to her swollen love button, she began moving her hips in a small, slow rocking motion which ground her ass against his c**k. She spread her legs wider and wider, hoping that one of these gorgeous studs would take her desperate hint and bring his heavy equipment over to work on her. But, as she soon realized, she would have to wait.

With her left hand, Vignette now reached for the huge swelling in the pants of the white man in the next chair, who was probably Bud, took firm hold of something thick and hard through the fabric and began to pump it slowly and gently. One of the other black guys, who might have been Marcus, leaned in from the other side, slipped the fabric of her top up over her soft breasts and began to kiss and lick her almost painfully hard n*****s. The one she thought was Bradwit stood and pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues danced desperately from her mouth to his and back again.

As the heat, the pleasure, the pulsing tension began to build more quickly, her head leaned back, her mouth open, gasping in delight. Her right hand found another enormous, unyielding c**k, she wasn't sure whose. She grabbed the zipper, freed it and began fondling it expertly.

Bradwit was now working one tit, while Marcus sucked on the other and massaged the n****e with his tongue. Woody's fingers began to delicately penetrate her love hole, while simultaneously continuing to caress her clit. Across the table, she could see Rudolf, his hands out of sight below the table, but obviously stroking himself. She gave him a smoldering stare with half-lidded eyes and pouting lips that silently said: "Don't sit there watching. Come over here and play with me."

Then Bud closed in and, reaching around Bradwit and under Marcus' hand, between the cheeks of her ass, his fingers found her tight, exquisitely sensitive ass hole. Slowly and carefully he entered it and her bliss doubled, then tripled. She knew she wouldn't last much longer now. "Please", she whined, "Not like this." Her hips were now swinging relentlessly, up and down, up and down. "f**k me the right way", she whispered. "All of you have to f**k me. f**k me with your c***s", she pleaded. "f**k me now. f**k me here. f**k me. f**k me. f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k me."

"Not here", said Bradwit quietly. "And not now."

Across the table, Rudolf shifted his position and pushed back a little from the table. His stiff, black love tool popped into sight. Vignette's jaw dropped and her large eyes widened. In her most lecherous fantasies she had dared to imagine c***s that colossal, but she had never actually thought that her dreams might come true. The monster had to be fourteen inches long and almost as thick as its owner's muscular wrist. And it was as rigid and dark as a branch of ebony. The sight of such splendid manhood, the thought that she had inspired its swollen state and the certainty that its entire magnificent length would soon be buried deep within her drove her over the edge of ecstasy. She had teased them from the stage and now they were returning the favor in spades. She was sure she'd get f****d eventually. Might as well enjoy the preliminaries.

Seeing Vignette's eyes narrow and her agitation increase as her orgasm began to build, Bradwit clamped his hand firmly over her mouth. There will still lots of people in the club and, while their corner was dark and isolated enough that few had noticed their activity, her shrieks of pleasure would attract everyone's attention, which he could do without.

As Vignette's delight climbed to its frenzied peak, her eyes never left Rudolf's gargantuan pitch-black cyclops. She couldn't have pried those eyes away if she wanted to. She focused on it so intently through her slitted eyelids that it seemed to grow and grow until it filled her entire field of vision. The thought of what that oversized slab of black beef would soon do to her, combined with the lustful attentions of six strong, well-endowed men, intensified the electric excitement she always felt when playing the slut, and drove her to a climax nearly as powerful as the one she had experienced on stage. She hardly noticed Bradwit's silencing hand and, as wave after wave of euphoria washed over her, she bucked violently and moaned and grunted a muffled "Uuuummm mmmphhhhhhh, uuumm mphhhhh, uuuumphhhhh, aaaaarrrhhhh, aaarrrrhhh, aaaarrrrhhh, uuuump, uuuuump, uuuuump, uuuuump."

As soon as the tidal wave of pleasure receded, she became aware of Bradwit's hand and gave it a sharp nip. "Ooow", he yelped. "I had considered keeping you quiet by shoving my c**k down your throat. I guess I'm glad I didn't."

"Bullshit", she sighed. "I'm so sick of not getting anything shoved into me that I'd have paid good money to have you keep me quiet that way. You know, if I stepped down to any of those other tables, I'd get f****d three times in the next thirty seconds, but you guys just want to play teasing games."

"Why not?", said the one who might have been Phil, "You're a fun little toy." Many women would have taken offense at that remark. But Vignette took it as a high compliment.

Turning back to Rudolf, Vignette cupped his face in her hands, stroking it gently with her silken gloves. As frantic as she was to satisfy their mutual craving, she needed to retake control of the situation, savor the wonderful moment and tease herself and Rudolf just a little more before they allowed their still growing, pent-up passion to go pyrotechnic. She leaned forward slowly and nibbled his lower lip, all the while delicately caressing the head of his hard rod with her sweet love lips. Her clit was so bloated it felt as big as her thumb. It buzzed and vibrated and nearly exploded every time it tenderly brushed Rudolf's pillar of passion.

"Don't worry about your folks either, honey bunch", she whispered in his ear, "They'll come to love me when they see how very, very happy I can make their son."

"Come on, girl", she heard Bradwit urge quietly. "Stop yakking and f**k the poor guy. He can't wait all day. Can't you see he's a desperate man?"

"Got that right" muttered Rudolf, grabbing her at the waistband of her tiny skirt and pulling her down to skewer her on the top half of his shaft. None of the group actually knew who Vignette was but Vinni knew that she had lucked out when she had found another Senator’s son along with the older men…marvelous opportunity indeed.

Ok guys...a lot of people have been complaining that they don't understand where from the story started. Let's just say that the timeline will be perfectly clear once there are a few more chapters...enjoy...