A Receptacle for His Seed Ch. 03

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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"James! How are you doing on this fine night, my old man?" The governor had maneuvered through the crowd of extravagantly dressed gala attendees, finding an open spot next to her and her master.

"Susan! You look ravishing tonight, as always! I'm sure you have plenty of eyes on you tonight, young lady!" The governor always conversed with loud, forceful phrasing, and he was generally enthusiastic, even though she could see the dark bags under his eyes that hinted at the long nights he worked out of his office. Even with the grizzled features of a hard working politician, he was an attractive man, his gray-flecked hair swooping back over his receding hairline, dark eyes piercing like a hawk. He flashed his pearly whites at her, a smile she assumed helped him climb the ladder of politics ever since he was a young high school jock.

He smells nice, she thought.

The master shook his hand firmly, clasping his other hand over their grip. The two men shared so many similarities, although the master was twenty years the junior of the elder statesman.

She mock curtsied, thinking about how her zipped up pink dress jacket covered the cleavage of her cum stained tight black dress, and what all the proper people would think if she happened to unzip here and now, showing everyone around her she was nothing but a wanton whore covered in the thick jizz of her master.

"What a lovely gathering you have here, governor. So many familiar faces, and some delicious food, too. Who did you have cater?" She smiled, eyes flashing. She knew she was able to mesmerize most men with her smile, as well as her voluptuous figure. Only the master wasn't affected by her feminine wiles.

She felt her pussy throb underneath the tight material of her dress. She hadn't worn any panties at the request of Mr. Aragon. Now, she felt naked, exposed in this sea of the well-dressed and wealthy.

The ballroom at the convention center was packed with the city's elite, snatching champagne and hors d'oeuvres from the passing waitstaff who carried silver trays in sinuous pathways through the young and old attendees. Susan snatched a tall, bubbly glass of champagne from a young waiter with slicked back blonde hair, and downed the drink in a single swallow. The governor watched her movements with interest, and raised his eyebrows.

"My, my, isn't somebody thirsty tonight?" He chuckled and turned back to James Aragon, who locked eyes with the powerful man and gripped his right bicep in earnest.

"Chuck, I need to ask a favor." The governor, Charles Hemsworth the Third, looked into the master's eyes with interest.

"Tell me more. Anything I can do for you, old man." They began to talk in low, serious tones.

Susan knew this was her cue to excuse herself.

"Excuse me, Chuck, I have to go powder my nose! Ha, ha, women always need to go to the bathroom, isn't it true." She patted the governor on the shoulder affectionately and walked toward the ladies restroom in the corner of the grand ballroom.

She could feel the eyes of young and old men follow her round behind as it writhed like two jaguars in a silk bag, her thick ass roiling behind her, leaving an imperceptible wake of lust as she passed through the murmuring crowd, all sipping and noshing and smelling of expensive perfumes in the dimly lit room.

She shivered with excitement, thinking about what her master had told her that she must do tonight, for him. She knew she didn't deserve such a treat, but she felt expectant and ready, as only a slut like her would.

When she reached the door of the lady's restroom, she passed by it, her heels clicking purposefully on the tile floor, and made her way to a service door that she knew was barely used for events like this. She made sure to shut the door behind her, and walked in the dim illumination to the janitor's closet she had inspected earlier that week. She tried the doorknob, half expecting to find it locked securely, but was relieved to find it open, and she went into the darkness.

She felt around the small room, making sure that the mop bucket was positioned over the drain as it was before, and the shelving unit was directly behind that.

She unclasped her leather handbag and withdrew her collar and chain, fastening around her neck with a sigh of contentment. She attached the chain to the metal shelving unit with a small padlock. Then she threw the key into the corner of the room, where she couldn't reach it.

Now she was truly at the mercy of the master's whim.

She had just enough chain to kneel on the cold linoleum tiled floor and rest her fleshy haunches on her heels. Her black suede pumps where uncomfortable in that position, but he had told her to leave them on the entire night.

She closed her eyes and let the darkness settle all around her. It was very quiet, and she could just hear the hum of the gala in the background, the quartet playing a sonata that sounded like Bach.

Minutes passed, then hours. The hum had gradually receded as her consciousness began to fade and and she felt herself drifting off when all of a sudden there was a jangling noise as the door latch was manipulated from the outside.

"Hello, is anybody in there?" There was heavy breathing and the voice sounded a tad drunk.

Then the door swung open and rested on her thigh, and a presence entered the small cleaning room, which had smelled vaguely of bleach and ammonia, and was now inundated with the scent of cedar, the main note in a man's expensive cologne.

It took her a moment until she recognized it as the governor's cologne, and her heart leapt into her throat.

What a gift.

"I am here, darling." She reached out and grabbed his rough hand.

"Oh my!" He was startled and withdrew his hand abruptly. She reached out again to grasp it, and brought the cool hand to her hot breast. She felt the hand cup her ample bosom, kneading her flesh with appreciation.

"Oh, it is you, isn't it? Can't say I quite understand what this is all about, but I don't care at the moment." He grunted his words while reaching out his other hands to grope at her, and she rose to her feet to allow him better access to her assets.

He moved closer in behind her, and she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck.

My pet, now.

She could feel the warmth of his body press up against her back and plush ass cheeks. She felt him growing hard in his thin dress pants, rising up in between her cheeks as he groaned and kneaded her breasts from behind. She arched her back to push her ass against him, knowing it would cause him great pleasure as he ground into her with a drunken abandon.

Now she felt the need growing in her pussy, an ache for something to fill her hot, wet hole. James had ordered her to wear nothing under her dress that night, and she licked her fingers and placed them on her erect clitoris, her petite hard-on. Her groans melded with his as she rubbed herself in half circles, her pussy moistening as he ground his hardening cock in between her large ass cheeks.

She was pleased to note that his cock was a substantial piece of meat, and with her free hand she rolled her dress up her damp thighs, pushing back at him one moment, and then letting him push her hips forward the next as he thrust into her.

Her bare ass felt the coolness of the room's air, and the roughness of his clothed cock, grinding in between her smooth cheeks. She reached back and unzipped his fly to release his tumescent cock, which sprung outward and upward toward her sopping cunt.

"Oh darling, fuck it into me. Fuck your cock into me." She hummed and purred for him as she lightly ran her dry hand over the pulsating veins of his throbbing meat.

'Oh baby, baby. Yeah, that's it, stroke my cock, baby." He sounded desperate, filled with the need to empty his seed into a tight wet hole. She wanted to be his human cocksleeve, so she guided his bulbous cockhead onto her swollen labia, the entrance to her most intimate passage.

"Push it in, darling, I want you inside of me."

The governor was more than happy to oblige as he swiftly thrust his throbbing cock deep into her hot hole, his hands reflexively gripping her thick thighs to pull her ass back toward him. She bent over to give him a better angle at which to piston his deeply planted rod in and out of her sopping wet hole. He went at it with abandon, like a young boy eager to please a newly bedded girlfriend.

She felt his thickness fill her up, and then withdraw, fill her up, and then withdraw, and she cried out, "Give me more!" as he grunted and pushed his throbbing cock into her pussy. She tightened her vaginal muscles rhythmically, coaxing his jerking cock to explode deep inside her.

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum, are you on birth control, lady?" The breathy words fell out of the older gentleman's mouth as he grunted into her neck while slamming his cock into her juicy cunt over and over again.

"I am your cum receptacle. Plant your seed in me, governor, and I will take it all." She opened her mouth and let her tongue hang slack as her pendulous breasts swayed with every thrust. The governor groaned deeply and pulled her ass into his belly as bent over her and whispered, "Oh, good god!" and let out a torrent of ejaculate from his manhood. White hot sticky semen spurted into her depths as he came again and again, grunting and moaning as she squeezed his rock hard length with her hungry pussy, milking every last drop of semen from his pulsating cockhead.

"Oh, darling." She moaned as an orgasmic wave took her over the edge, a feeling of sticky sweetness flowing through her veins as she pulsated like a jellyfish around his softening cock, still spurting its last remnants of love juice into her fertile womb.

They stood there for a moment, connected, spent from their desperate and furtive closet fucking, the governors hot spunk dripping down the insides of her soft white thighs.

"Thank you, sir. I am at your pleasure."

The governor recovered himself, and pulled his sticky cock back into his pants, zipping up while clearing his throat.

"Thank you, madam, and may we meet again."

The doorknob clicked back in place as he left the janitor's closet, and she knew that she had performed as her master requested. She felt happy and smiled in the darkness, pulling her tight dress down over the damp swell of her thighs.

For now.

The chain rattled as she crouched back down, cum leaking from her softly throbbing pussy.