Acts of Congress

by Red Snapper

  “I need your dick. I need it inside me,” Samerra moaned while he widened her with his fingers. After a few minutes of licking her, he immediately pulled her down toward his sex as Mocha Cream practically pushed him inside her, and then rubbed herself against his back as he commenced to fucking Samerra senseless. Following in rhythm with them while they fucked, Kelvin finally pulled out of her pussy and shot cum all over her breasts while she just rubbed his load onto her breasts, taking a taste first.

  Mocha Cream sighed while she said, “He likes when his women do that.”

  After a few minutes, Mocha Cream and Samerra went into the lounge restroom to wash up. While they were in the bathroom Mocha continued to explain to Samerra, “I’ll do just about anything to make Kevin feel good. That’s more important than anything is.

  I love the look on his face when he cums…it’s so fuckin’ hot.”

  Samerra just smiled as she realized that Dexter was just standing out in the bedroom gazing at her with his camera in hand.

  She motioned for him to enter the bathroom while he stood there just looking at her gorgeous body. He slowly strolled in and was now looking down at her breasts, which were large and firm. He smiled when he grabbed her by her diminutive waist, pulling her up toward his lips while they connected with a luxurious French kiss, their tongues now dancing out of control, he carefully put the camera down on the counter and they started removing all of his cloths until he now stood naked in front of them. Samerra smiled while she took his hand and began to escort him toward the shower stall. Mocha quickly turned on the water while Dex slowly slipped into the shower.

  Dex was now standing in the shower, allowing the water to come down over his head when the women suddenly ambushed him. As soon as they entered the shower, he opened his eyes while they began to wrap their arms around his chocolate muscular physique. After a few minutes of kissing them back a forth, he got on his knees and commenced to fingering both of them. He gazed at both of them with utter contentment on his face while he began to lick each one’s pussies back and forth.

  “Damn…I wish I had two dicks,” he lamented, while he continued to lick them.

  Samerra laughed while she pulled him up toward her and out of the shower, “C’mere, you…you don’t call the shots here – we do.”

  Before she could finish her statement, Mocha Cream quickly grabbed Samerra’s hand, pulling her away from Dex and slipped down to the carpeted floor immediately going into a sixty-nine with each other, ignoring him as they began to lavish one another’s sex. When Dex tried to crawl in between them, they just laughed while Mocha just pushed him away.

  “It’s not your turn yet,” Mocha, cooed as she continued to serve Samerra’s womanhood. Dex laughed while he thought, “I’m not having any of this shit.”

  Dex moved over behind Samerra’s ass, which was up high in the air and entered her from behind, pulling her completely off Mocha Cream’s pussy. Samerra rode him hard now, dripping wet and aroused by his tireless dick growing inside her sopping wet sex. She loved the way his dick curved inside her pussy walls as she felt a deep intense orgasm building within. Suddenly he could feel her pussy walls contracting while her intense orgasmic eruption took control of her body. She shook out of control for what seemed like forever as he continued to serve her. After several more strokes, he suddenly pulled out, shooting his load and spreading his cum all over Samerra’s ass. He continued this until he his sack was completely empty. She cooed while she thought, “Damn…what the hell am I doing? I just fucked these people and I don’t know them. Now he has damn photos. What is Dex gonna do with those photos? What am I gonna do?”

  Meanwhile Congressman Whetstone and his trusty assistant Jake were in his Congressional office discussing some vital political affairs, which involved his new found Middle Eastern contacts. Of course Jake was phishing for some information, anything that he could use to assistance Congresswoman Lucas to even the score. He sat there conversing with the Congressman on a certain issue.

  “Thomas…is you kidding me? You know that Saudi Arabia’s past contribution in international terrorism is indisputable. While the last President’s administration decided to redact twenty-eight sensitive pages of the Joint Intelligence Report of the U.S. Congress, nonetheless, Saudi involvement in terrorist financing can be documented through materials captured by Israel in their Palestinian headquarters in 2002-3. In light of this evidence, Saudi denials about terrorist funding don't hold water. So why are you suddenly intrigued with supporting them bastards?”

  Whetstone laughed while he stood up from his desk and strolled over toward the window. He gazed out at the Nation’s capital while he responded, “Look Jake…you think I want to be a member of Congress forever? I need to think more about my future…you know. My best interest is for my family and me. That is why I need to get this connection off the ground…think of the money that will be made from this…billions Jake…fuckin’ BILLIONS!”

  Jake sighed as he responded, “Damn Thom…why do it this way…why do you want to play with them sheet wearing bastards?”

  “Because the money is damn advantageous Jake…that’s why…besides… If I invest in their interest I can get out of this political game with ease and just sit back every time they decide to raise or lower the oil prices I get considerable profits…it’s just a turnkey situation…I invest 100 million dollars of my own capital and make back 100 billion…that’s a no brainer man.”

  Jake stood up, strolled over to the bar, and fixed himself a drink. Although it was morning, he needed a drink to decipher what he was now hearing coming from his old friend Thomas. He poured the Hennessey in his glass and then quickly gulped it down.

  He looked at Thomas and then responded, “Israel retrieved a document of the International Islamic Relief Organization which detailed the allocation of $280,000 to fourteen Hamas charities. IIRO and other suspected global Saudi charities are not Non-Governmental Organizations, since Saudi cabinet members head their boards of directors. The Prince, a full brother of the king, controlled IIRO distributions ‘with an iron hand’ according to a former CIA affiliate. In fact, someone complained, in a handwritten December 2000 letter about Saudi funding of Hamas. The Defense Minister has been cited as a major IIRO contributor. There was hope, that after the May 12 triple bombing attack in Riyadh, that Saudi Arabia might halt its support for terrorism. Internally, the Saudi security forces moved against al-Qaeda cells all over the kingdom. However, externally, the Saudis were still engaged in terrorist financing, underwriting 60-70 percent of the Hamas budget, in violation of their ‘roadmap’ commitments to President. Additionally, the Saudis back the civilian infrastructure of Hamas with extremist textbooks glorifying jihad and martyrdom that are used by schools and Islamic societies throughout the West Bank and Gaza Strip. Ideological infiltration of Palestinian society by the Saudis in this way is reminiscent of their involvement in the madrassa system of Pakistan during the 1980s that gave birth to the Taliban and other pro bin-Laden groups. Are you sure that getting involved with this kind of middle-eastern bullshit is worth making billions…this is our country Thomas…you’re losing sight of what this is all about aren’t you…isn’t this why you ran for political office anyway to stop this kind of garbage from taking place?”

  Thomas gazed at Jake straight in the eyes when he answered his question, “I thought I could make a difference back then…but I’ve learn in my years serving this country that nobody cares about nothing. As long as their interest is met, who really cares? I want my piece of the pie…I want to be compensated for all the damn sweat and tears I put in this damn country for what…so I can retire and rot in some pasture. Naw I’m gonna get mine…and you should too if you’ll just trust what I’m doing…we can both be rich beyond our wildest dreams man.”

  But damn it Thom…fifteen of the nineteen terrorist that attacked on September 11, were Saudis…”

  Thomas quickly interrupted him, “Look Jake…I’m gonna do this and you should too…be
sides you did your time in Vietnam and what did they do to you when you returned?”

  Jake sighed as he quickly began to reminisce about how he was treated, when he walked through the airport coming back from Nam. Being called a “Baby Killer” hurt him deeply, especially since no one could have imagined how their youth that did the most damage to our Soldiers and Marines in the jungle. At that moment, his heart propagated into stone while he quickly responded to Thomas’ statement.

  “So you just had to bring that shit into this huh? You know that I’m still having issues with that…damn it. Okay…Idamll support you on this one, but just remember…I don’t trust them as far as I can see them, so I just wanted that statement to go on record with that.”

  Thomas smiled as he responded, “Don’t worry…we’ll do this and before you know it we’ll be counting so much paper it won’t matter if we can trust them or now!”

  13

  Early that next morning, swinging his tennis racket in anticipation, Jake loped down to the court where Lauren Lucas waited for him, her brief white dress gleaming in the sun. Three sets later, they were warm and pleasantly exhausted, ready for a shower and a leisurely lunch. They came together to walk back toward the hotel as she began their conversation.

  “Jake…this has got to work. I’m so tired of Whetstone trying to make shit hard for us. You work for him…why can’t you get him to see things our way?”

  Jake sighed as he began to explain his position, “Look Baby I told you. You’ll just have to trust me on this one okay…besides I know I can get him to roll but don’t use the photos until I get a confirmation on his deal with the rebels first.”

  “What makes you so sure that he’ll do this for them…what’s his interest in funding those terrorist bastards?”

  Jake smiled as he responded, “Investment in their Oil Stocks.”

  “Oil Stocks…he’s doing all this for fuckin’ Oil Stocks?”

  “That’s right…Whetstone wants to have as much of his resources financed in these oil stocks without detection so that when the Middle East interest decides to raise the oil prices he gets in on all the mega profits…it’s all about him having a nice nest egg after he steps out of the political limelight.”

  She sighed when she responded, “That tricky ass bastard…his pockets are more valuable to him than his own damn country…so what are you gonna do to stop him from doing this Jake?”

  Jake just smiled when he stopped and stared at her deep in her eyes. When she gazed up in his eyes, she knew he did not intend to stop Whetstone, which meant that he had some interest in making some of the profits as well. She quickly glanced down at the ground for a brief second and then she raised her eyes back up toward his when she smiled and then said, “So how much can we get out of this investment? We want to get paid too right?”

  They both chuckled while they made their way into the hotel and down the hall toward the elevators. While they were standing at the elevators, an unidentified individual was standing in the shadows taking photos of them. The assailant continued to take as many photos as possible until they entered the elevator. While the elevator doors shut. He quickly took out a transis tor device and called his waiting contact.

  “They’re coming up now…you need to take it from here.”

  “Understood…we’ve got it.”

  Proximately across the courtyard in an adjacent hotel building to the right, their surveillance continued while an unidentified assailant began to focus their high-powered camera lens toward the direction of a large picturesque window in their suite. Suddenly the both of them came rushing into the suite laughing and playing while the assailant commenced to take numerous photos of the two of them commencing to indulge in some forbidden unadulterated pleasure.

  The assailant watched while Jake commenced to kissing Lauren on her neck. While he was kissing her passionately, she quickly removed her top exposing her now naked breasts, which only entice him to move down and commence to licking her exposed mammaries.

  The contact from the hotel called which made the assailant respond quickly, “Do you have a visual?”

  The assailant smiled as she answered, “Yes…I see them…I will take it from here.”

  While the assailant continued to flick the camera, the thought of being in the room commenced to cross her mind. The assailant closed her eyes for a brief second, trying to regain composure as she tried to shake her own sexual feelings. The thought of her mission and returning that priority to the forefront was the necessary incentive to keep her in line. She just sighed while the thought continued to linger in her mind, “I just need to get the photos…that’s it get the photos and keep it movin’.”

  ♣♣♣

  Meanwhile Caramel Love was resting in her Georgetown condominium in bed with an intimate friend. Her back was pressed up against hers, their bodies intertwined. As they lay comfortably close to one another they were, discussing certain issues and concerns.

  “So Babe…I know you said you were only gonna do this for a few months so you could earn enough to get your operation, but it’s been almost five and you seem like you taking this shit to another level.”

  “What do you mean Renita…I’m still gonna do exactly what I said…why do you think I’m taking it to another level…how am I doing that?”

  “Because Babe it seems like you’re really enjoying this trickin’ shit…you haven’t really touched me like I need to be touched in several weeks and you haven’t confided in me like you usually do…what’s going on with you Babe…is there someone else?”

  Renita Arceneaux, a hermaphrodite was Caramel’s closest companion and her most recent personal love interest. She and Caramel have been seeing each other off and on for a several years now and she does support Caramel’s decision to go through with her surgery. If you had to define Caramel’s relationship with Renita, it would be that these two are the best of friends, sharing all manner of secrets. Caramel had confided in her on numerous occasions and about many subjects. This occasion was no different.

  Caramel sighed while she wrapped her arms tight around Renita and commenced to explaining her behavior.

  “Look Renita…you know that I really have deep, deep feelings for you right Baby?”

  “Yes, but you just seem really distance these past few weeks…I just wanted to know what’s going on with you?”

  Renita turned around to face Caramel while she sighed again. Caramel gazed deep into Renita’s hypnotic eyes when she began to tell her what she wanted.

  “Well…I don’t know where to begin…”

  “Just start at the beginning…”

  “Okay…I will…as you know, I’ve been employed with Absolutely Luscious Escort Service for the past five and a half months. I’ve been seeing numerous clients for the first three months, but then it trickled down to two main clients in the last month and a half. I’m involved with two political figures on Capitol Hill. One’s a distinguished gentleman who does nothing but shower me with gifts and gives me pretty much whatever I ask for and the other is an extremely sexy Asian woman who does about the same except she just told me that she’s madly in love with me, and she doesn’t want to lose me.”

  Renita frowned and then sighed when she asked her next question, “So do you love her Caramel?”

  Caramel smiled when she replied, “Of course not silly…I just needed to have her in reserve, just in case…you know…like a backup plan just in case old buddy doesn’t continue to make it rain on me.”

  “Does he love you too…do you love him,” Renita quickly asked.

  “No…I really don’t…It’s like I said, I just need what he can provide me, besides he’s married and…”

  Renita quickly interrupted, “Since when does that mean anything? Did you tell him about you plans to have the operation?”

  Caramel chuckled when she responded, “That’s the funny thing…when we first met, he didn’t know that I was a Tranny…he just wanted me after seeing me at some charity benefit, but
then when he found out, he didn’t judge me. He still treated me like a lady and just went with it. We fucked all night as if he didn’t care about me being who I was. I must admit…it felt really good…it was totally unlike what I’ve experienced with the other Johns that I’ve been dealing with. You know when they ‘so call’ find out that you are not a woman, they want to beat the shit out of you and still fuck you in the ass.”

  Renita sighed seductively while she moved as close to Caramel as humanly possible when she asked, “Does she know that you plan on having your operation?”

  “Who…who are you talking about?”

  “That Asian chick…does she know?”

  “No…but I know that this dick is what she craves the most from me...I know she’s totally intrigued with the whole woman wearing a strap on thing, but our sessions takes it to another level for her since I have a real dick. I think it gives her the best of both worlds…a woman and a man wrapped up in one body.”

  “So why give up having a penis…you seem to be giving everyone what they need…including me.”

  Caramel smiled as she responded, “That may be true, but I know deep down in my soul that I’m supposed to be a woman and that’s my desire…I’ll not let anyone take that away from me…ever!”

  Renita looked into Caramel’s eyes while she whispered, “Please be careful…this game seems extremely dangerous and I don’t want to lose you…please promise me that as soon as you get enough money to get your operation that we can get away from here…promise me Caramel?”

  Caramel smiled while she kissed Renita on her neck, “Don’t you worry about me Babe…nothing’s gonna happen. Before you know it we’ll be on a plane to Rio, I’ll get my surgery and then we can live comfortably together away from this political hell hole.”

  While Caramel commenced to kissing Renita on her left earlobe she continuously thought, “I hope she’s right…but something doesn’t feel right to me…I really feel somebody is gonna get hurt.”