Elisabeth & the McCain T-Shirt & the Black Guy (Part 2)

Elisabeth & the McCain T-Shirt & the Black Guy (Part 2) [part 2 of 2]
By: LusciousLickingLips

Elisabeth bit her lip to bite back a moan as her jean covered pussy slammed rhythmically against a strong black hand, while her right breast was exposed and manipulated by the stranger behind her. Once again, she wondered how she got into this sexually stimulating but possibly incriminating position.

She thought that the overnight transfer to the next state in the McCain campaign trail would prevent another incident like the day before. When he had shown up backstage unannounced and still asking why he should vote for McCain, the knowledge that the "undecided" segment of the American population can be the deciding factor in the US presidential race had enticed her into another passionate discussion with the dangerous dark stranger.

In her frustration with the intelligent and probing questions thrown at her, Elisabeth had stood up under the pretense of closing the lights until the only ones remaining were the light bulbs on the perimeter of the mirror attached to the makeup table. She hoped that the black stranger would take the hint and leave.

While the lighted mirror framed her reflection, a hand, from out of the shadows, appeared at her left shoulder. Silently, Elisabeth watched it descend towards her favorite McCain slogan printed on her shirt -- AmeriMcCain Hero -- her nipples already hardening with the expectation of pinching and twisting fingers.

Elisabeth released a sigh as the black stranger proved once more he had the hands of a virtuoso. While his left hand lightly traced the letters of McCain's name, his right hand roughly squeezed the tip of her other breast, pulling it away from her chest, and then letting it snap back to its protruding position.

The confusing but pleasurable sensations caused Elisabeth's hips to circle enticingly, her flowering furrow seeking a rigid relief in its pulsating depths. She widened her stance, and emphasized her burning need by changing her hip movement to bring her undulating hips forward and back, arching her back as she did so in order to deposit her mounds even more firmly into his grasping palms.

Now, his rhythm changed. His hands encircled her tits fully, gripping and releasing the soft flesh repeatedly. Suddenly, the black stranger bared her right breast, but kept that part of her shirt with the name of McCain over her left orb.

Elisabeth gasped in surprise as the cold air hit her tightening bud. Her eyes flew to meet his in the mirror. In response, the taller masculine figure behind her pushed closer against her petite form and increased the pressure on her breasts.

Elisabeth couldn't believe the erotic sight of watching her own twin peaks being stimulated in such a rough manner. A part of her suspected that he was also partly taunting her as she saw how McCain's name was being distorted by his manipulations. As she dared to peep at him, she observed a hint of a smile on his lips as he observed her reactions closely.

As his left hand continued to possess her McCain encased sphere, his other palm skimmed downwards until it was lightly cupping her pussy. To her complete surprise, Elisabeth found her burgeoning sexual desire seeking its own relief, with her hips alternately slamming her clit against his hand while her butt hit the hard pole behind her. Without shame, she accepted the silent offer to pleasure herself.

To intensify the stimulation against her pleasure points, Elisabeth's hand crept behind to grasp his hip in order to press his groin closer to her inflamed pussy, and then she bent forward and widened her stance even more to allow his pumping pole to hit her squarely on her hole. Her other hand slid over his right and pressed his open palm closer to her excited clit.

Elisabeth moaned continuously as she used his hard body to sexually satisfy herself. As she neared her peak, she whimpered in increasing volume until she came with a small scream. She sought his lips and heatedly kissed the black stranger who had given her so much pleasure.

Her mewls of contentment changed to agitated whimpers as her pubic bones were clutched tightly, her feet were spread more widely and a powerful piston thrust aggressively against her jean covered vagina. Although their denims clothed both their sexual regions, the dry fuck wasn't less intense.

The black stranger savagely shoved his hidden snake against her spasmodic cunt. Elisabeth's abating libido surged powerfully to meet the masculine demand. She braced her weight against the makeup table and met his driving pole by plunging her own hips down, trying to meet his lust with equal ardor, but she was no match for his primitive force. She surrendered completely to his dark desires.

The force of his upward thrusts made Elisabeth give a slight jump each time in response. She held on tightly to the table, and watched with widened eyes as her bouncing breast escaped the grasp of McCain. Her eyes lidded over as she saw how her breasts circled and slapped together as a result of the black man's all enveloping sexual energy.

Her whimpers changed to staccato cries of "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as her cunt was dry fucked forcefully. When the cunt lashing suddenly stopped, she cried out in protest as her head whipped side to side. A bite to her neck stilled her movements.

When the black stranger felt he had her attention, he hissed in her ear, "Oh what?"

Confused, Elisabeth silently met his glittering gaze in the mirror, until she realized what he wanted to hear. She whispered softly, "O-- bama."

"Obama. That's right, baby."

And Elisabeth was rewarded with the resuming stone hard slaps of his cock on her pussy. As she continued to groan the name of McCain's rival for the US presidential race, the black stranger gifted her with more pussy pleasure until she was chanting in a lust brazened voice, "Obama! Obama! Obama!"

The thought flitted through Elisabeth's mind as to how her colleagues would react if they could see and hear her now. But her hungry hollow was demanding sexual satisfaction, and she erased her mind except for the cock that was bringing her to the pinnacle of sensory delights.

As her inner love muscles spurted out its juice, and she was on the verge of blacking out from the heightened levels of primitive pleasure, she managed to howl, "Ooooooooobbaaaaaammmaaaaaaaa!!!"