She got up and threw the hair brush down. It was wet and smelled of her pussy.
She had to do something to take care of the craving that was driving her crazy. She needed to come. Needed to. She thought for a while. Maybe she could go back to the Sholeesa delegation. Maybe one of them could help her needy cunt get its relief.
Carla sat on the armchair in the corner of the room and thought about her adventures at the convention so far. She couldn't think but that it had been a pretty big success up to now. She was sure that she had earned an "A" in her school course from Professor Needling. She had established a position of trust with the governor and his wife. Carla had learned much about dealing with the media from Swift Branchbaum. Her meeting with the Sholeesa delegation had been most informative about how to present an argument to a delegation. Yes, she had learned quite a bit. She had had a pretty good time. And, it had all been quite exciting.
Carla got up from the chair and began to pace around the room. She tried to think of what to do next. She tried to figure out how to get relief for her needy cunt. But Tom's loud, constant snoring kept her from being able to think. She went to the closet, got out a dress, and put it on. She had to get out of the room and away from Tom's relentless snore sounds. Maybe she could wake him up with a blow job, get him hard, get him to fuck her one more time. But no. Carla had too much experience with Tom to think he'd be able to satisfy her now. He was a strict 'bang bang, thank you ma'm' man. And Carla knew that as soon as he fucked her, he would go back to sleep. And, of course, he would snore the rest of the night away.
She just had to get out of the room.
She went back to the dresser and found a pair of panties. Nice sexy panties. She slid them over her calves. She pulled them up past her well shaped thighs, all the while imagining the soft touch of a hand along her leg, stopping to gently squeeze just below her cunt while slightly separating her legs. The front of her panties sliced into the folds of her cunt lips. The tong back buried itself deep into the crease of her ass. She didn't need a bra. Her pert breasts were round and firm with sweet nipples that never needed support, just a tight blouse to poke against. The lips of her cunt were ripe, smooth and slippery with cunt juice.
Carla looked over at the sleeping, snoring Tom. No help there!
The hair brush lay on the floor. It wasn't looking any more enticing than Tom.
The room, or, more accurately, her needy cunt, was driving her crazy. Without a second thought, she left the room, allowing the door to snap shut behind her. When she was in hall, she realized she had forgotten her room card. She wouldn't be able to get back in without knocking on the door and waking Tom. But not to worry, there was a lot of activity in the corridors of the hotel. The convention crowd had left the arena and was busy celebrating the end of the day's session. All up and down the corridor Carla could see and hear the convention goers milling about, talking and partying.
As Carla kept on walking, she could hear snatches of conversation. She entered one crowded room where the guests were drinking cocktails and eating hors d'oeuvres. Carla heard a man addressing a small group about the vote that had just ended and what a coup it had been for the governor when the Sholeesa delegation had voted for the platform plank. Feeling good, Carla grabbed a drink at the bar. It was watered wine. Ughh. She looked around. Maybe she would spot a likely someone to help her take care of the need she felt to be fucked. But no one in the group seemed unengaged. She took a sip of the drink and went back to the hallway.
Here and there Carla saw a couple engaged in a conversation. Over in a corner, she saw a couple making out. As she continued her walk she passed a room with its door open and in the room two people, naked, fucking. For a moment she thought of entering the room, joining the couple but decided against it.
After wandering around a bit more, Carla entered the staircase and started walking down to the next floor. Behind the bend, she saw a guy with his pants down and a lady down on her knees giving him a blow job. She kept on walking. Neither of the pair paid her any attention. All the sex, the sucking, the fucking, the hot bodies, was just making Carla grow even more excited. The silky walls of her inner cunt just kept on getting wetter and wetter. Her clit remained engorged. She needed to fuck. She need it so bad. Suddenly Carla thought where she would go to. She hurried down one more flight of stairs and out into a hallway. She was breathing hard.
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She was sure that this was the place. She checked again. Room 212. Yes, it was the place. Carla took a deep breath. She didn't believe what was happening. Why was she so nervous? She tried to calm herself. She couldn't stop her nervousness. But, she had come this far. She knocked on the door. After a second or so, the door opened.
There he was. He just stood at the door. Finally, he spoke.
"Come in, " Victor said. "Slut," he added with a sneer. His saying that word sent a quivering jolt of excitement running through every nerve edge in Carla's body.
She quickly tried to enter the room. But Victor wasn't moving from where he stood in the doorway, and she had to squeeze past him. Oh, he was so crude. But, as she pushed past him, he let his body brush against hers. She gasped. Her clit swelled. Her cunt-juice began to soak the walls of her cunt. Her chest heaved, and Carla felt as if she couldn't breathe. He was so crude. His hair was so greasy. He was so dirty. Why had she come here? She looked down and saw his huge prick outlined against his pants.
Victor didn't say a word. He just began rubbing the outside of his pants where his giant prick was clearly outlined by the fabric. It was so.....big! She wanted so much to have it stretch her pussy to its limit, push in as far as it would go.
Carla just stood there. She couldn't take her eyes from the sight of that astonishing bulge in his pants. Carla could feel her mouth watering. That disgusting Victor; just look at him. He was so crude. He put his hand in his pocket. He was grabbing his prick. She wanted to hold it in her hand.
Her clit was pushing against its sheath. It was obscene how enormous his prick was. He was so gross.
She couldn't have stopped even if she had wanted to, and she didn't want to stop, so Carla snuck a hand through the waist band of her dress and began a soft rubbing at her clit. He had called her a slut! Oh, it was so true. Harlot, whore. A bitch. Totally debauched. He could have said any of that to her. It was all true!
"You want some of this?" he asked, rubbing even harder against his prick.
Carla gulped. He was so uncouth! His fingernails were filthy. And his prick was so big, She was rubbing her clit. She slipped a finger in her cunt hole. She could hardly whisper an answer to his question. Carla weakly nodded her head. She didn't want some of that, she wanted it all.
"Yes," she whispered. She was so excited, she could hardly talk.
She could hardly believe it, a huge spasm erupted through her clit and cunt.
She came!
"Yes," she whispered again. It got her hotter to say the word, wetter, and more excited.
"I can't hear you," Victor said.
"Yes, yes, yes," Carla said. She nearly shouted it. "I want you to fuck me!" she declared.
"Why should I?" he asked.
"Because I'm such a good girl," Carla said. She grabbed her ass and thrust her pelvis forward.
"Yeah, you were a real good girl at the Sholeesa delegation," Victor said.
"I got their votes," Carla giggled. She moved her hand and reached for that prodigious organ of his. He had taken his hand out from his pocket and Carla quickly reached in. There was no pocket. Her hand had nothing to impede its progress. She was holding his penis in her hand! And it was as big as she had thought.
She was standing right up against him, tight. She could smell his sweaty odor. His prick was solid in her grip.
"I want you to put that giant cock of yours into my cunt."
"All of it?"
