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THE BLIND DOMME AND THE SENATOR
Morse watched Kyra as she talked on the phone. "Yes, we'll have the flood control bill on your desk by noon tomorrow, Walt. We hope to have your Senator's vote on it." Carv was right--Kyra was quite pretty. She had long, curling sandy hair, and perfect skin, and sparkling, if blank hazel eyes.
As she talked, Kyra swung her long legs up onto her desk, and Morse was amazed at the curves in her body. Kyra managed to look businesslike but sexy in a short tweed skirt, snug white crinoline top that hugged her considerable breasts, and matching tweed jacket.
Suddenly there was a buzz from another line on Kyra's phone, and she hung up and picked up the other phone.
"Senator Antonovich? Right away, sir." Kyra stood up, staring straight ahead of her, and felt around for her long white cane. As she moved past Morse she tapped his leg with the cane. "Stop staring at my tits, Wong...don't you have anything else to do? I can hear your panting all over the freaking office!"
But as she passed Morse, still staring straight ahead, Kyra reached down and grasped Morse's crotch, and unzipped his pants, pulling out his penis. Morse was alarmed and aroused--what if someone walked into the office? But Kyra had complete confidence. She massaged Morse's dick quickly, and Morse was amazed at how quickly the sightless girl's fingers found his sensitive points. She gently encircled the base of his penis with her thumb and forefinger, and glided her hand from the base of Morse's penis up to the glans.
When Kyra's hand got to the cockhead, she swivelled her hand around so the entire palm covered the glans, then sliding her hand back down and going up again. Morse was amazed, because Kyra didn't turn her head towards him at all, just cotinuing to "look" off in space. "What a pitiful little pecker this is." Kyra said almost to herself, as she gripped the middle of Morse's shaft with her hand, and began gently tapping and tickling it. "You're just another skinny little geek, Morse. It's such a shame there are no real men in the Capitol or the Senate...it's just a city of nerds and doormats."
Suddenly Kyra let go of Morse's bouncing, hard penis , pulling back and WHACKING it with her white cane. "There you go, you little sexual harasser. You want some entertainment? Peek through the keyhole of Antonovich's office..."
And she walked off, tapping her cane, as Morse shoved his now quite stiff penis into his pants. Morse's penis was horny, but in pain as well--that fucking blind cane had really hurt a lot...he should tell the girl to go to hell,but watching her butt twitch in the little skirt was driving him wild...and he followed her, quite willingly...as if hypnotized.
Morse followed Kyra as she tapped her way into Senator Antonovich's office, and he knelt, looking through the large key hole. Kyra came in, and took off her jacket, dropping it on Senator Antonovich's desk. "Hello, Dunstan...what are you whining about now? You've been calling me all morning, is your horniness getting to you?"
Morse was amazed. Senator Antonovich was standing by his desk, NAKED except for a weird little silver tube hanging between his legs. "Please, Miss Kyra" the Senator begged. "I've been waiting all morning for you, and you're right, I am really, really horny. It's been 83 days since I had a release and--"
"Oh shut up, Dunstan, you little faggot." Kyra said, still staring into space as she tapped her way to the nearly naked lawmaker. She reached out and grabbed the Senator's nipple and twisted it, and he screamed. "You're such a whining little crybaby, it makes me sick to listen to you filibuster on the Senate floor about how we need to end welfare because you pulled yourself up by your bootstraps you white supremacist racist fuck. You've never worked a goddamned day in your life!"
Kyra had then felt around in her little Prada purse and pulled out a key, tossing it to the Senator. "Unlock your little chastity tube and then put your hands behind your head. NOW!" The Senator obeyed her, unlocking his tube and putting the contraption on the desk.
Fascinated, Morse had watched through the keyhole as Kyra began slowly massaging the Senator's gradually swelling penis with expert fingertips. She laughed huskily and pulled and stroked poor Dunstan Antonovich's penis, and he was really digging it, though terrified...quite evidently terrified!
The Senator looked ridiculous, holding his hands behind his head as if he were some sort of arrest suspect, but his eyes were on Kyra's glorious cleavage as she pulled and stroked his stiffening member. Kyra's left hand was busy with the legislator's penis--she was clearly ambidextrous--but her right hand wandered to her hot little crinoline blouse, and began unbuttoning it.
"You like this? Dun's horny for my boobies, isn't he...you pathetic jerk-off boy. I can't fuckin' believe they elected you to be Senator. You couldn't function as a garbageman without everyone running around to wipe your ass, you know that?" Kyra's head wasn't titled up at Senator Antonovich at all, just sort of pointed at his chest, but she was talking to him, and he was listening avidly.
Kyra's hand brushed a bottle of Evian water, and she clearly knew what it was--everyone knew that Senator Antonovich drank about twelve of them a day-- and she sprinkled a little of it on her full cleavage, so the drops were sparkling over her considerable boobs.
"Yes ma'm, Miss Kyra, I know that." Dunstan Antonovich said, as he gasped and moaned, his eyes transfixed on her glorious bosom. "I'm worthless, and I don't deserve your care and consideration...I'm not worthy of you, ma'am. But please let me suck your boobies, you promised me you'd consider it after I bought you that tennis bracelet--" Suddenly, without warning, Kyra's knee shot out and got the Senator right in the cajones, and he went down on the floor, moaning.
"Get in here, Morse!" Kyra shouted without looking behind her. "Right now...and bring me that Cowpoke that you see by the door." Morse opened the door, and picked up the odd Cowpoke, a short, five stranded leather whip that the Senator had brought home from a Singapore "fact finding" mission a few months before.
It was a deadly looking thing, with a thick leather handle and the leather strands quite thick. Morse was thankful that Cousin Madeira had not had recourse to this evil thing. He put it in Kyra's hands, and she purred, feeling the strands with her fingertips.
"What a great little whip this is...Dunstan, lie back on the floor and put your hands behind your butt, I'm going to give your dickie something to think about." Dunstan obeyed, looking a little warily at Morse, probably wondering if this arrogant little Page would be going to the Washington Post to report this little episode.
Kyra went down on one knee, feeling around for the Senator's crotch, and when she found it, she began pulling and pumping his dick with true enthusiasm. When it reached full tumescence, she began swinging the little Cowpoke. WHACK! THWACK! SMACK! CRACK!
The Senator howled as the short whip's lashes hit his hard penis again and again. "Now spin onto your stomach, and put your hands behind your head" Kyra said, with her stare into space look. She made the Senator's buttocks red and welted within moments of his bodily turn. Morse winced and bit his lip watching as the Cowpoke landed heavily on Dunstan's full buttocks!
After there were a number of long, red weals on the Senator's buttocks, Kyra rose to her feet, gripping her cane. "Now then, Dunstan. If you want to jerk off before I put your little tube back on, then you're going to show me that you realize what a worm you really are. I want you to suck Morse's dick while I let him suck on my breasts, which you will NEVER be allowed to touch."
The Senator's eyes narrowed as he stared at Morse. "Miss Kyra, please understand. The boy is a lowly Page, a half-breed grandson of our town laundry owner back home. He's lucky I gave him this job at all--the Capitol Police have advised me that he's a heroin addict!"
Kyra smiled. "Well, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, Dunstan. We'll lock you up for sixty more days, and then you can service some of the homeless Vietnam vets who sleep across the street from the White House, how's that?"
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