'No… I don't think so.' She stood and walked to her valise.
'He wants to see you, Honey,' Phillip said, moving toward the door. 'He won't like it…'
'Tell him I'm tired from the trip,' she said flatly. 'I think I'll shower and take a little nap.'
Phillip watched her silently for a moment. He nodded. 'Okay… I'll tell him. Look… I'll try to get back in time for cocktails. There won't be too much going on before tomorrow… politically, I mean… Maybe we can have a nice evening together, eh? Dinner and… who knows what?'
Now, she looked at him, a trace of her former inclination returning. She made a smile. 'All right,' she said.
'Sound good?'
'Yes… wonderful.'
He grinned, blew her a kiss and left.
Alone, Laurie attempted to occupy her mind with unpacking and arranging their things for convenience, anything that would help lessen the disappointment and frustrated arousal she'd let run away with her. Finally, she undressed and decided to soak for an hour in the tub rather than to shower. Later, she slipped into a robe, brushed soothingly at her long, silken, reddish-blonde tresses, then, redid her nails to while away the time. At last, she stretched out on the bed. She was still flustered.
The rococoish furnishings of the century-old, ornate suite annoyed her. She'd hoped for something more modern and cheerful, something more in accordance with seduction. God, so far, nothing had seemed to go right. But maybe tonight… with cocktails, dinner and all… She paused to listen. A whispering feminine voice had filtered through to her from somewhere. She waited, but heard nothing more. Her mind wandered back to Phillip.
If only she could delve into his soul for one brief moment… see inside his brain to know what he was thinking… It was the not knowing, the not being able to understand his moods that frightened her. She was certain that there was some inner-burden constantly with him… if only she could fathom its nature she was sure she could find a means of coping with it. But he was not about to give up his secret, was he… whatever it was… and she couldn't help but feel that it was forever growing, ugly and menacing, like some cancerous thing that unless it was destroyed or arrested would soon devour both of them.
She shuddered… and then she heard the voice again… a near-whisper this time, and answered by a male huskiness. She held her breath and listened.
'…Oh God… Oooooohhhhh… Yes, yes… harder… harder, Darling! Ooooohhhh… it's beautiful… beautiful…!' the female voice moaned, its tone one of distinct mounting passion.
Laurie continued to hold her breath, letting it seep from her lungs when she could no longer contain it. She tried to pinpoint the direction and source, finally realizing the sounds were coming through the single, aged door that separated this suite from the next. She sat up and stared at the barrier noticing the small hole where the locking mechanism had been removed beneath the knob, a more modern one replacing it further up the panel. She keyed her ear in that direction to better hear.
'You're still the most delicious fuck I know!' the male voice gasped and Laurie cringed at the sudden vile sound of the loathsome word. 'I love your cunt! I love it!'
'Oh, Lover… it's only good because your magnificent cock is filling it for me,' the woman hissed. 'My God, I've got to suck it some more…'
'Later, Darling… first I'm going to fill your belly…'
'Ooooohhhh, yes, yes… shoot your cum in me, Mark darling! Fill me with it…!'
Laurie was stunned… nearly petrified at the foulness of their obscene dialogue… and then her heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. My God… could it be…? She stared across the room at nothing, the rhythmic noises of the squeaking bed reached her, and abruptly she experienced a hitch in her breathing. Her pulse began to pound faster at the clear sounds of their salacious performance, and suddenly she found herself by the door, listening and trembling as slowly she dropped to her knees to peek into the lockless hole…
Good Lord, she could see right into their room… see them on the bed, not ten feet away!
It… it was Tonya Faro… and Mark Coleman!
Her mouth went dry as she gaped at the lewd, incredulous sight. Was it possible…? The very woman… Tonya Faro, who had occupied the seat with her on the plane only hours before…? committing adultery with the man the Party was considering nominating for Governor? My God, she simply couldn't believe what her eyes were telling her was true! It… it just couldn't be!
But there they were and she had a complete, unhampered view of them. His feet were almost facing the door and both of them were stark naked, with Tonya lying on her back, her legs raised and spread lewdly, her calves locked tight up around his ribs, she was holding them so high. Laurie gasped as she clearly saw his thick, fleshy shaft sliding in and out of the impossibly widespread lips of Tonya's pink, hairlined vagina. The unbelievable sight astounded her, as with every stroke, he withdrew it until the underside of the head was visible to her… She had never seen anything that enormous! God… how could Tonya take such a thing? She felt herself wince as she watched him pound the massive cudgel into the dark, hair-covered split in Tonya's completely exposed loins. She heard the smack of his pelvis against hers and watched his heavy balls slap resoundingly into the crevice between her uplifted buttocks.
Laurie found herself mesmerized by both the lasciviousness of their debauchery, as well as the inconceivability of the parties concerned. She stubbornly refused to believe, yet she couldn't deny the scene before her. Her eye clung fascinated to the little peek-hole and her mouth suddenly felt as if someone had swabbed it out with cotton. She had never before imagined what it might be like watching two people make passionate love. Her own voluptuous, sensitive body had unconsciously begun to prickle sensuously, reviving all of the excitement she had so placidly tried to bring into check. She stared through the tiny hole and saw the cords on the insides of Tonya's full thighs flex tightly as she thrust her soft, down-covered crotch up to absorb the full glistening length of Mark Coleman's long, hardened penis. Her buttocks hollowed as she lifted them inches off the bed and worked hungrily to swallow up the entirety of the elephantine cock back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungrily sucking cunt. A slurping, suction-like sound came from the bed as her tightly clenching vaginal lips slithered up its full length.
Laurie whimpered, but inwardly, her hand dropping to caress her own soft white belly narcissistically, the bottom button of her robe having come unfastened with her voyeuristic contortions, and her own naked thighs were exposed to her as she knelt there. She swallowed drily and gaped at Tonya's hollowing buttocks laboring salaciously up and down Mark Coleman's long, smooth, rod of flesh, his soft hairy balls slapping in cadence against her faintly puckered anus below.
Then, Tonya was mouthing filth at him again… exciting filth that Laurie suddenly wanted to hear.
'Oh… oooohhhh fuck it, my big-cocked darling! Do dirty things to me! Use me, my cunt sucker! Shove your finger up my ass! Hurt me, Lover… hurt me!'
Spasms of erotic sensations rippled through Laurie as she watched Tonya writhe in lewd passion beneath Mark Coleman, while she listened to obscene words she could not remember where she had learned. Girl's school in England perhaps. She'd learned much that year… what it meant to cum by masturbation, and how it felt to have another girl lick her pussy… Oh God, she didn't want to remember those debasing incidents… nor could she help the guilty feeling she was experiencing at the audibleness of Tonya Faro's provocative filth. Suddenly, inspite of her revulsion, she was unbuttoning her robe and she began to involuntary massage the straining whiteness of her own firm breasts, tweaking the palpitating erect nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them until she could hardly bear it any longer. She felt the wetness of her own naked cunt between her tightly clamped thighs. Her hand stroked downward to the reddish-gold, silken pubic hair, pressuring against her swollen mound, intertangling in the sparse, soft gilded thatch at the very tip of her crevice.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Wild sensations of sexual need clawed excitingly at her kneeling, soft, throbbing body. She gaped with one seeing eye into her vantage point and saw Mark Coleman's hand curl beneath Tonya's pumping buttocks, the tip of his middle finger circling tauntingly about the rubbery ring of her tightly puckered anus. It dawdled there for an excessive, tantalizing moment, then, suddenly brought an additional moan of agony-pleasure from the squirming loveliness beneath him.
Laurie watched it slip through the protective, fleshy ring and disappear inside. Momentarily, Tonya's legs
