Feature Writer: Mark Gander /
Feature Title: THE HONEY DEW LIST 18 /
Published: 01.12.2016
Copyright: © 2016 by Mark Gander
Story Codes: MF, FF, MM, Bi, Drug-use, Hypnosis, Paranormal, Incest, BDSM, Anal, Pegging, Pregnancy, Squirting, Voyeurism, WS, Violent /
Synopsis: A little play on words here. Damien Martin is right on the verge of dumping his rather demanding live-in girlfriend Cassidy Lassiter, when she surprises him with a new “honey-do list” that isn’t so bad after all. /
The Honey Dew List
Chapter 18
“That’s one hell of a headline and scoop for a newspaper that doesn’t have any offices lately and just exists online, wouldn’t you say?” Eldritch Haynes, the lone surviving county commissioner for Hamilton County, Tennessee, thought aloud as he looked at the news report about the bombing, as the sun set and he prepared to go home for the night.
This included the detail about how the Editor-in-Chief of the Volunteer had just returned from his dental appointment to join the meeting between Volunteer editorial staff and the county commissioners, only to die in the explosion as well. Ned McDougal, County Mayor Karl Willis, and so many others had perished in the KKK bombing attack. Haynes had only survived, oddly enough, because he had accidentally left his cell phone at the county courthouse and went back to retrieve it. Was it an accident, though, he wondered, or Providence of some kind. Now he had to run the county largely by himself, in a caretaker role, until new commissioners and a new county mayor were elected and sworn into office.
This was when Haynes heard a knock at the office door and answered it, as his secretary, Nellie, had already clocked out and gone home. Before him stood a very gorgeous young woman, slender and graceful, hardly familiar at all, as he would have noticed her before. She had the look of an heiress or perhaps a trophy wife or something, and she was not the most intelligent-looking lady in her facial expressions, but that only made her less suspect in terms of any possible malicious intent. She certainly appeared to have money, if nothing else, and that could be helpful in terms of campaign contributions, not to mention a possible companion for his bed. She also had a wedding band, but Haynes himself had learned from bitter experience that married women were every as unfaithful as married men.
“Can I have you, Mrs… ?” Haynes hinted for her name.
“Nicole Ashton-Forrester, as it happens. You know, Stanley Forrester’s wife, if you will. For a little longer, I suppose. Don’t worry. I’m not here to pull strings in his favor. Far from it. He’s guilty as sin and deserves every bad thing coming to him. I’m here to offer you a favor or two. Starting with my body, if you don’t mind. I want you to fuck me sideways, front, back, and every other way imaginable, sir. I want that fine cock of yours in every hole that I have, and I know that you want to put it in them, too, don’t you?” Nicole propositioned Haynes, much to his growing arousal.
“Where? And what was the other favor?” Eldritch asked to his own surprise, namely that he could think straight as a drop-dead gorgeous debutante enticed him with sexual favors … and lifted her sundress to show him her bare breasts and pussy.
“A campaign donation for your fund, of course, sir. So, you want to fuck here or somewhere else? Maybe my splendid townhouse, since I won’t have my jailbird hubby cramping my style?” Nicole continued making her alluring offer to the commissioner.
“Sure, but what’s the catch? As the saying goes, I was born at night, but I wasn’t born last night! I didn’t get an MBA from the University of Tennessee by being an imbecile, after all,” Eldritch coughed as he admired Nicole, who was sexy as hell, even if she reminded him of another version of Clarissa, his ex-wife, “nor did I run my former father-in-law’s business until the divorce and my entry into politics by being a dumbass.”
“Yes, that divorce business can be so nasty and unpleasant. I don’t suppose that your white in-laws ever much cared for you, either, did they? Stanley’s family always thought that I was too nouveau riche or gauche or whatever for their tastes. No matter how elite one can be, someone always condescends to you, anyway. Someone always imagines himself or herself morally superior, even to someone rather similar in backgrounds and breeding.
“Anyway, if you want some revenge, this is a perfect way to do it, both to your ex and to my husband, from whom I definitely want a divorce. In any case, there are … ideas that I want you to consider and a proposition that I want you to consider for a much better lifestyle, trust me. It is a plan that would take your career and your family in a brand new direction, but you need to listen carefully and meet with someone who has been my guide in this matter.
“This should wait until after we’ve fucked, though. So, let’s get it on at my place, eat some supper, and then we’ll meet with our mutual friend. He won’t be alone, but it will be his role to articulate and present the agenda once we’ve gotten off a good deal of steam. Think of it this way. Not only would the sex benefit me, but it will also help you. Trust me, dear, this is what we both need. Perhaps you can knock me up and I can further humiliate Stanley with the news that I’m pregnant to another man while still married to him,” Nicole proffered, her offer very enticing, even if a bit strange in how she phrased it.
“So, the sex is a mutual favor. That makes me feel less of a whore, at least,” Eldritch chuckled, “then again, I’m in politics. That makes me a whore, anyway, by definition. Politics is nothing but prostitution in another form. Politicians are the biggest whores of all. I can’t wait to see Clarissa’s face when I put a bun in your oven after years of her putting me off that way until it was too late.”
“Oh, honey, if that makes her envious, just you wait. The envy will only get worse with time. I can’t explain how or why just yet, but you’ll get what I mean soon enough. Now, how about we leave and get busy fucking like jackrabbits!” Nicole tempted him further, bending over to show him her ass, spreading her cheeks to further entice him.
“Like what you see?” Nicole teased Eldritch before putting her sundress back on and leading the way to her Jaguar, which she had legally sold to Damien to keep it from being seized by the authorities in civil forfeiture.
“Oh, damn, woman!” Eldritch didn’t hesitate to get in the passenger seat next to Nicole, as she drove like the wind to get to her townhouse (sold to Damien as well).
They were just barely outside of the car when Nicole took Eldritch by the hand and dragged him inside her place. She slammed the front door shut and locked it, after which she put her lips and tongue on his, sucking his face and making out with him. Eldritch felt his cock stiffening, as Nicole lowered her way to his pants and unzipped them to free him from his textile confinement. The next thing that he knew, his dick was engulfed by Nicole’s mouth, being licked and sucked by the socialite, her oral favors making him swell up.
“God, woman, what are you on, baby?” Eldritch exclaimed, somewhat teasingly, as Nicole then rose and led him to the master bedroom … and to the marriage bed that she shared with Stanley until lately.
“Is that… ?” he started to say, but she put her finger to his lips, finishing the job of undressing him, and then lifting her sundress to expose herself to him once more.
“Shh … just relax, and yes, this is the marriage bed that I shared with my husband until recently. He would share me with other men and women, but he never let me fuck them on this bed, nor would he fuck other women on this. Or so he claimed. I sometimes doubt him about that. Either way, we’re going to desecrate it, and then we’re going to make sure that he knows it. A black, liberal Democrat politician, the enemy as far as he is concerned, screwing his wife on our marriage bed … it’s so delicious … think of putting horns on that smug, crooked, racist bastard and humiliating him like that!” Nicole invited him as she rode him, her body shaking as she bounced up and down on his thick prick.
“Holy shit, woman! You must really hate him! Remind me never to piss you off!” Eldritch chuckled as he fucked Nicole from below.
“Oh, I doubt that you could upset me the way that he did! He turned me into his personal gopher, whore, slave, whatever, and it wasn’t worth the money! So not worth it! Not that I plan to be poor, not if I can help it. I love that he wasn’t able to contradict me about the sale of the townhouse and Jaguar to my friend, Damien. What’s he going to do about it? It’s far better that Damien have this place than the Feds take it, anyway, isn’t it?” Nicole laughed as she continued riding her new partner.
Nicole was pleased to take him in deeper and hoped that she was knocked up by this politician, as a nice, final affront to Stanley. The man had railed against the “system” and “establishment” since forever, even while looking down his nose at even his working class and middle class (and “new money”) friends, such as Lewis Harris. He was the worst sort of hypocrite, an elitist snob and bigot who thought himself the victim of some nebulous, Zionist “deep state” entity. He wasn’t being persecuted by some establishment: he WAS the establishment, certainly until of late in Chattanooga society.
What Eldritch didn’t know, but Nicole did, was that they weren’t alone. Damien, and several others, were already inside the townhouse, and they would speak up when they were good and ready. The commissioner’s destiny was vital to that of their tribe and they fully intended that he realized it.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHTEEN