Two weeks later, at the state finals, Wendy was up against her usual dilemma. Although she was clearly the prettiest girl in the contest, her talent couldn't begin to match that of the other contestants. But she wasn't worried any longer. Now that she knew how to get around that little difficulty.
She'd just look up the master of ceremonies and do him a favor.
The MC for the state finals was Walter Horn, a senator up for re-election. Horn had no scruples about how he got publicity. He'd do anything to get his name in the papers, everything from kissing babies to judging beauty contests. Under the circumstances, Wendy was pretty sure that he'd be open to a little "bribe".
All week she'd been dutifully practicing her act, along with the other girls in the huge auditorium, and she was always careful to smile at Walter Horn when he passed by. He was a tall lanky man in his late forties with a big shock of brown hair going grey at the temples. The girls argued about whether he was handsome or homely. It was hard to say.
Personally Wendy didn't care about his looks. She only wanted to use his power and influence to win the state title and go on to the nationals. But she knew better than to just throw herself at such an important man. She just went on smiling at him until he was curious enough to ask her name.
Finally on Friday, the day before the contest, Walter Horn came up to Wendy just after she'd finished her song and dance routine. Wendy did her best to look sweet and innocent, even though there was bribery in her heart. She had a hunch that Horn was fed up with sophisticated women and would go for a naive small-town type.
"Hello, there," he said, flashing his famous campaign smile, "I'm Senator Horn. I couldn't help noticing your act. It's, ah, fascinating. May I have your name?"
"Oh, thank you, Senator," Wendy gushed. "My name is Wendy Evans, and I'm from Oakdale."
"Oakdale, ah, yes," Horn beamed, "been through there many times, a lovely little place. But you must be a little homesick, my dear, so far from your family."
Wendy instantly attempted to look homesick. "Well, it is a little scary, here in the big city," she said. "Goodness, I have to share a hotel room with four other girls, and I never even met any of them before."
Horn patted her bare shoulder. His hand was hot and a little moist. "I can imagine the pressures," he said in a fatherly tone. "Perhaps a little treat might pick up your spirits, my dear. Might I have the honor of taking you to dinner this evening?"
He was really spreading on the bullshit, Wendy thought. He was pretending to be kind and fatherly, but in fact he couldn't keep his eyes off her spectacular figure in that tiny black sequined bikini. She wanted to laugh – but instead she made her big blue eyes go wide with wonder.
"Oh, Senator, how super," she exclaimed. "I'd just love to go to dinner with you. What time should I be ready?"
On the evening before contests, the girls traditionally went out to eat together, but again Wendy declined. She spent an hour bathing, doing her hair, and choosing her clothes and make-up. For Senator Horn she decided on a very simple and sweet appearance.
When Horn arrived to pick her up, Wendy was wearing a short blue dress with a high collar, her gleaming brown hair hanging straight and loose down her back. She wore no make-up except for a little touch of pink lip gloss. The senator nodded approvingly, no doubt thinking he was about to seduce a country virgin.
He took Wendy to a posh supper club and then invited her up to his hotel suite for a nightcap. Wendy "innocently" accepted. In the luxurious suite, he fixed her a gin and tonic strong enough to fell a horse. Wendy sipped it carefully. She was acquiring a taste for liquor, but she still was no pro at handling it.
Horn sat down beside her on the couch, only a few inches away, and casually draped an arm around her shoulders. He smiled his professional winner's smile and said, "Now, tell me, my dear, what are your ambitions in life?"
Wendy fluttered her long eyelashes at him and said, "There's one thing I want in the whole world, Senator Horn. I want to be Miss North America."
Horn chuckled, patted her shoulder, and said, "Well, that means you have to win the contest tomorrow, doesn't it, dear?"
"Oh, yes," Wendy said breathlessly, "and I'm so nervous about it, Senator. I know my act just doesn't compete with some of the others. But it would just break my heart if I didn't win."
Horn's eyes strayed to the magnificent thrust of her firm young boobs. "I must agree that your act needs some improvement, Wendy," he said, "but there may be a way that you can win the contest in spite of it."
It was Wendy's big moment. Blue eyes wide and eager, she looked at him and exclaimed, "Oh, what is it, Senator? I'd do anything to win that title, just anything."
Senator Walter Horn smiled like a cat that had eaten just a canary. "Well, my dear," he said, "I have a great deal of influence. I could guarantee that title for you, if you did just a little something for me."
"Anything," Wendy gushed.
Still smiling, he reached out and put a hand on her tits.
Wendy tried hard to blush. She was rapidly losing the knack. But she did manage to look suitably shy and embarrassed. She lowered her eyes modestly while the senator stroked her big firm tits through her blue cotton dress.
"You understand, my dear?" he said huskily.
"Yes, Senator," Wendy said demurely.
"Good," he purred. "Call me Walt, by the way. We needn't be formal any longer. Let's just see what we can do to make each other feel good."
He leaned over and kissed her. He smelled of cigars and booze, but Wendy managed to fake her enthusiasm, letting her lips fall open and allowing him to snake his wet hot tongue deep into her mouth. She gave little murmurs and squeaks as he hungrily kissed her, as if she were both shy and turned on.
Horn ended the kiss flush-faced and panting. For once his power of words failed him, and he simply grabbed Wendy and slumped down on the couch, taking her with him. He kissed and pawed her for some time, running his hands feverishly all over her lovely tall body. Wendy kept up her act, pretending to be both frightened and aroused.
Finally Horn calmed himself to the point of being able to remove her clothes. Wendy lowered her eyes shyly as he fumbled with the buttons of her dress. He drew the garment off and tossed it to the floor. His eyes were slitted and lusty as he admired her in just her white cotton bra and panties.
"You're lovely, my dear," he sighed, "one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. You're sweet and innocent, too. I like that. Too many girls your age have seen too much and done too much."
Wendy smiled. She'd chosen her act well. As Horn fumbled with the hook of her bra, he was no doubt anticipating the seduction of a totally innocent small-town girl. Wendy didn't care what he thought, so long as she excited and pleased him. Winning the state title was all that mattered to her.
Horn drew off her bra and gawked at her superb young breasts. They stood up firm and pointed, even though she was lying on her back. Her little light brown nipples were soft and inviting, and the flesh of her tits was creamy-smooth and flawless. Horn gave a big lusty sigh.
"My God, my God," he said, "I haven't seen such a fine pair of boobs since – well, never mind, that was a long time ago. You're gorgeous, Wendy, just gorgeous."
"Thank you, Walt," Wendy chirped.
He quickly tugged down her panties and exposed the glossy brown triangle of her muff. He petted the soft, warm curls, breathing hard. Wendy was getting just a little impatient. She didn't understand why he had to spend so much time just gawking at her. Why didn't he ball her and get it over with?
She didn't betray her impatience, though. She just lay there looking innocent and submissive. Really, it didn't matter how long she had to stay with him or what she had to do to please him, just as long as she got that title. The state beauty crown would be worth any amount of effort.
"Open your legs for me, my dear," Horn said hoarsely. "Show me your pussy."
"Pussy?" Wendy said, faking innocence.
Horn chuckled and said, "My my, you really are naive, aren't you, darling? A pussy is all this pretty stuff you've got between your legs. Let me have a look."
Wendy obediently opened her long lovely legs, spreading them wide apart and drawing them back at the knees. Her lush red slit was totally exposed. Horn gawked hungrily at her bright scarlet button of a clit, the shadowed moist mouth of her cunt, and the little wrinkle of her bumhole. He sighed and licked his lips.
Then he reached out and used a fingertip to tickle the rosy little bud of her clit. "Did anyone ever do that to you before, dear?" he said.
"Noooo," Wendy lied. "Oh, wow, it feels nice."
"I can make it feel even better," Horn grinned. Wendy was perfectly willing to let him try. The guy didn't turn her on at all, but she loved having her pussy played with, no matter who did it. She lay back with a happy sigh, keeping her legs wide open, while Horn took her sensitive joy button between his fingers and began to knead it.
"Ooooooo," Wendy squealed.
This time she wasn't faking her pleasure. Senator Horn wasn't a skilled pussy-frigger like Joe Haynes, but he did plenty well enough, sending little jolts of sweet sensation through her belly as he busily kneaded her hot moist clit. Soon her small recessed cunt-mouth started to leak a bright trickle of juice.
Horn watched her with a lusty grin, his eyes skipping back and forth to gauge her total reaction. He watched the horny little smile that spread on her face, and he observed her big melon-like tits swelling up with arousal. He watched the steady river of bright fragrant cunt-cream that flowed from her tiny twat.
"Does this feel good to you, dear?" he crooned.
"Oh, gosh, yes," Wendy panted. "I just love it, Walt. It makes me feel so – gee, I don't know…"
"Horny, my dear," he chuckled, "horny."
He squeezed his fingers tighter around her hot slick joy button and kneaded it faster and faster. Wendy was really getting off on it, her aroused cunt gushing a molten river of juice, her slim hips writhing. She'd come a long way in just a few weeks. She was no longer ashamed to show a man her naked pussy, no longer ashamed to go wild with horny pleasure before his leering eyes.
"My God, you really are getting off on this," Horn said delightedly. "You're a natural, my dear. A lot of women just fake it to get what they want, but not you."
He knew she wasn't faking it because he could see every sign of her arousal, every symptom she couldn't control. He could see her lovely big tits swelling up hot and full, and he could watch the way her superb young body was flushing pink with arousal. Above all he could see the growing river of steamy cream that gushed from her horny little cunt.
"Ummmmm," Wendy sighed, "Ummmmm."
Horn's voice was hoarse with lusty excitement. "I'm going to make you come," he said, "and I'm going to watch you."
He kneaded her hot little joy button furiously, and Wendy just relaxed and let the pleasure build. If he wanted to see her come, by God, she'd come. It didn't take long. She loved having her clit frigged, and just a few moments later her whole belly seemed to explode with hot pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh," Wendy wailed.
Horn kept kneading her clit while she came. He watched gleefully as she writhed and bucked in climax, her big boobs wobbling crazily, her gasping cunt-mouth gushing a huge flood of hot juice. He watched her big blue eyes roll and listened to her satisfied moans and squeals. Only when her spasms ended did he release, the soaked lump of her clit.
"Oh, wow," Wendy sighed, "that was so nice."
Horn chuckled and reached out to fondle her big swollen breasts. His hot sweaty hands eagerly kneaded and squeezed the warm silky flesh. Wendy grinned lewdly at him, showing her sincere pleasure. Her real mission was to win the title, of course, but it was nice that she could enjoy herself while she did her work.
"Here's something else you might like," Horn said eagerly.
He released her big swollen boobs and reached into her steamy-hot pussy again. He used his middle finger to rim the soaked little mouth of her cunt, running the tip, rapidly around and around the sensitive little hole. Although she'd just had a powerful orgasm, Wendy felt instantly horny again. She squealed and grinned up at him.
"You like that?" Horn smiled.
"Ummmm, yes," Wendy sighed. "Gee, Walt, where'd you learn to do all these neat things?"
"That would be telling," he chuckled. "Just relax, dear, and let me play with your pussy."
Wendy was more than willing to obey. There was nothing she liked better than to just lie back and let a man fondle and tickle her horny little slit. It didn't embarrass her at all that her legs were lewdly spread, showing him every intimate part of her crotch. Strange – a month ago she would have died of shame before displaying her pussy like that.
"Are you a virgin, Wendy?" Horn said huskily. Wendy wanted to lie and tell him that she was – she knew how much it would excite him. But he was too experienced for that. When he finally got around to balling her, he'd discover the truth. All she could do was lie a little and make the best of the situation.
"Oh, Walter," she said, "I'm so ashamed. I-I did it once, with my boyfriend."
"Tell me about it," he said eagerly.
While his stiff middle finger busily rimmed her snug little cunt-mouth, Wendy spoke, faking embarrassment. "We just couldn't control ourselves," she said. "I knew it was wrong, but I felt so-so horny. Anyhow, we only did it one time. That's the only time I ever went all the way, Senator."
"Walt," he reminded her. "You mustn't feel ashamed, dear. It was a perfectly natural thing to do."
Her little story obviously excited him. He began easing his long stiff middle finger right up her red-hot juicy twat. Wendy gave a shrill squeal of genuine lusty excitement. She was coming more and more to need that feeling of stuffing and penetration in her greedy little box.
"You like that?" Horn panted.
"Oooooo, yes," Wendy moaned.
He pushed his finger all the way to the last knuckle in her gripping hot twat. Wendy gave a horny little cry and arched her body upward, her cunt going small and snug around his finger. Horn grinned and began to finger-fuck her, jerking his finger in quick cock-like motions in her fiery-hot little hole.
"Oh, wow, yes, yes," Wendy cried. "That feels terrific, Walt. Yes, bring me off again."
"I fully intend to, my dear," he chuckled.
He really seemed to get off just from watching her horny motions and listening to her lusty little noises. He jerked his stiff finger steadily in her gushing little box and watched with a lewd leer as Wendy rose rapidly toward another orgasm. A few more moments and she was coming around his thrusting finger, her tight little cunt gripping and squeezing, her hot cream boiling out to puddle on the couch.
"Ahhhhhh," she wailed.
Horn gleefully pumped his finger in her tight convulsing cunt till her spasms had died away. He obviously enjoyed his power over her, his ability to bring her off again and again with his naughty finger play. But he couldn't remain just an observer forever. He was pretty horny himself.
"Oh, wow, Walt," Wendy sighed, "I really got off that time."
"Marvelous, my dear," he grinned. "Now let's do something a little different. I'll let you play with [missing text]."
"Far out," Wendy giggled.
He whipped his cream-drenched finger out of her hot little cunt. Quickly he stood up and removed his clothing. His naked body was lanky and lean and hard, not at all bad for a man his age. His cock was what drew Wendy's most avid attention, however.
Horn's prick was a good eight inches long, the biggest cock Wendy had seen yet. It was thick and swollen, the blue veins standing out against the milky-pale flesh. The head of his prick was hug and purple and knob-like, and his rosy balls were taut and round.
Wendy felt a little quiver of lust as she eyed his big hard cock. It was going to feel great to take such a huge prick in her horny little cunt. Horn tossed aside the, last of his clothing and stretched out on the couch again, his drooling dick rubbing her thigh and leaving a little wet trail of juice.
"Suck my cock, Wendy," he said hoarsely.
Wendy leaped to obey, kneeling beside him and taking the huge oozing head of his prick into her mouth. That one brief experience with Joe Haynes had taught her how much fun it was to go down on a guy, and she was eager to repeat the experience.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
No way could she take all of Horn's huge cock into her mouth, but she managed to get about half of it onto her slick little tongue. She sucked on it swiftly, greedily, digging the salty taste of his dripping cock-juice. With her snug little fist she pumped the rest of his thick throbbing stalk.
"My God," Horn gasped, "beautiful. Yes, Wendy, suck me fast and hard. Eat me. YES."
Wendy's glossy brown head bobbed furiously up and down as she sucked his cock with genuine excitement. She was learning so much about sex in just a few short weeks. It was hard to realize that she'd been a shy uptight virgin less than a month ago and that now she wasn't even ashamed to take a man's stiff prick in her mouth and suck on it.
"My God, that's good," Horn moaned. "Don't stop, darling, keep blowing me. Faster, harder. Yes, that's my girl. You're a natural-born cocksucker, Wendy."
Wendy took that as a compliment. She needed all the skills she could learn in order to reach the goal of her dreams. Now she obeyed Horn's hoarse commands, sucking ever faster and harder on his painfully swollen prick. Her lips were grotesquely stretched around his thick stalk, and his hot cock-juice bubbled out onto her tongue.
"My God, my God," Horn whined.
Wendy glanced up to see his reaction to her hot hungry blowjob. Horn lay limp and panting, flushed all over with arousal. He was grinning up at the ceiling, his eyes glazed and hot with lust. As the tempo and pressure of her sucking increased, his eyes fluttered and then rolled wildly. His gleaming red tongue flickered out to lick his lips.
"More," he panted, "just a little more. I want to come in your mouth."
That possibility hadn't occurred to Wendy, but if it pleased him, what the hell? She went on with her furious sucking and pumping, while he gasped and moaned steadily. Then suddenly Horn gave a hoarse yelp and she felt her mouth filled with delicious steamy come.
"Awwwwww," Horn bellowed.
Wendy found that she really got off on swallowing every hot drop of his sizzling jism. He jerked his cock in her mouth till it went limp and empty. His wrinkled prick slipped from her lips, and Wendy swallowed the last tasty drop of his come. Horn gave a big loud sigh.
"That was delightful," he said. "I don't know when I've had so much fun."
So do I win the contest? Wendy wondered. But instead she pouted and said, "But Senator, we didn't even get to ball."
Horn laughed heartily and gave her a playful slap on the ass. "You're quite right, my dear," he said. "I'm afraid I got carried away. But we'll make up for that. I have a deal to propose to you."
"Yes, Senator?" Wendy said eagerly.
"You meet me again tomorrow night after the contest," Horn said. "Come up to my room and spend the night with me. If you promise to do that, I'll see that you get the title. Is it a deal, Wendy?"
"It's a deal, Senator," Wendy purred.
She slept soundly that night. The other girls might stay up late, breaking their asses practicing their routines, but Wendy had found an easier way to win.