Embrassing her in public

Two week after Lauren’s last visit, she came back to the club for her regular service as scheduled. And as always, the owner of the club already has the guys lined up in front of the VIP’s room as she walks in. Something is different today, Lauren Cocksworth feels it in the air. The men seem a lot more, welcoming, than before.

“Ah, Mrs. Cocksworth, it’s good to see you again!” The guy at the door extends his arm towards the room, and smiles gently at the dignified lady.

“Uh huh... I see... thanks...” Usually, she can sense the guys’ unwillingness to tend to her, but today is just... different. However, the session seemed to have gone exactly as planned. The guys went easy on her without her knowing, they used condoms, which is an abomination is this club, and they endured Cockworth’s verbal degradation.

“Hah! I thought you people might had learned a few tricks, seeing the way you were trying to kiss my ass at the front door. As useless as always, shame...” She smirked after putting up her clothes.

Another guy silently creeps up behind her, and reaches his hand into her pants. Before she could react, he pulled up the bitch’s elastic black thong all the way to his chest. The sudden sensation of tight fibers creeping into Lauren’s vagina made her jump and moan. The thong is stretched so much it is starting to crack.

She turns around and slaps the man in the face, “Churlish child! You do that again, consider yourself fired.”

The perpetrator smirked and raised up his palms: “Sorry ma’am, just trying to say we’ll do better to serve you next time.”

“Oh... Men are PIGS.” She spits out these words and walks out the front door. What she doesn’t know is that the guy slipped a miniature vibrator inside her pussy hole, and when the thong is pulled out of her pants that vibrator got inside real good. The men already looked through her handbag and knew she’s about to have a press conference in front of a high school.

A day later, she appears in front of a high school in her suit, a tight office skirt and a pair of stockings. The more cultured part of the photographers have already taken a few pics of her round ass. She puts on pair of glasses and walks up to a podium and starts taking questions.

“Senator Cocksworth, what’s your opinion on the alarming increase of missing female students in the city? Has the search for Amelia Jones, who is a student of this high school, been called off?” A female reporter starts off the conference with this question.

“I am absolutely aware of the situation, miss. And no, despite the lack of coverage, we are still actively attempting to locate Amelia Jones and the other missing persons.” She speaks these words in a warm, and collective manner. But she knows best the missing students are all being abused like dogs in the underground club house not two blocks away, and she profits from it.

“I promise you, whether you are a parent of your missing child or just an ordinary citizen in this city. As a senator of the United States, I will spare no effort to safeguard and serve the great city of AAAAAHHHH!” In the middle of her statement of bullshittery, a strange wave of intense pleasure is sent to her brain. She closes her legs to make sure, and yes, there is definitely something in her milf pussy.

“Senator? You were saying?” The reporter is in shock as well, even the local news reporter on TV is stunned by her display.

The vibration does not stop, but as her holes get used to the stimulation, she manages to regain her composure, “as I was saying, as the guardian of the city and this neighborhood, we will find the missing...Ohhhhhhhh shit!” The vibration suddenly got more intense, as her legs starts to lose balance. She tries to support herself by leaning onto the podium, but one of her shirt buttons suddenly pops off and the cameramen are honored with a sneak peek of her cleavage.

The crowd gasps in shock, and so is the female reporter. A few drops of her pussy juice is leaking down her thighs, and some even drips onto the floor, making an erotic sound. The security people standing behind her already have a clue what’s actually going on.

“This press conference is over.” The security guys start pushing the camera people away and the journalists.

“Wait wait, I can still do this...” Lauren tries to stand straight, but is immediately surrounded by secret service guys and ushered out of the scene.

“Ah ha ha ha haaaa!” A couple of guys who work in the club is sitting in a van parked on the side of the road holding a remote. “You saw how she fucking trembled?” They laugh and joke around while they kept toying with the remote, causing Lauren in the distance to collapse onto the ground.

Having just experienced a gangbang a day ago, Lauren’s pussy is a little loosened and she can’t help but let out a raw flow of piss down below, creating a hot smoking pool of yellow piss where she fell.

“Wait, you guys, I can explain this...” She tries making an excuse to the secret service guys but they just hold her up and escorts her away to her car without saying a single word. They unanimously think that this is probably a bad joke from her daughter who studies in this high school.

Her car hits the road but the club van is still following her, toying with that remote that’s tweaking the vibrator. Lauren Cocksworth is sitting in the car with three grown ass men, wanting to take out the vibrator so bad, but she just can’t relinquish her dignified politician persona. She crosses her leg, squeezes them, trying to squeeze out the vibrator, but it only got inside deeper.

“Ohh...Uunnh...” She moans uncontrollably, and her face is emitting an erotic heat.

“Mother, what is wrong? Do you need to go to a hospital?” Lauren’s daughter, Raven, is sitting in the back of the car. She is the nerdy type at school, wearing a big pair of glasses and having her hair tied into a braid all year long. She doesn’t have a friend at school. Because of her rather thick hips and large breasts, she is the erotic subject the boys like to talk about, and the girls, because of it, assume she is a bitch who acts all nerdy and innocent to seduce all the boys. If Lauren wasn’t a Senator, Raven would probably be held down at some filthy toilet with her head drowning in the toilet bowl on a daily basis, either being bullied or fucked.

“It’s OK, my dear. I’m having my period, you understand, right?”

“Ok... I can rub your tummy if you want...”

“Senator Cocksworth, seriously, though, do you need a moment? I mean, alone?” The gentlemen sitting bedside her asks gently, without looking at her in the eyes.

“What are you talking, I mean, why would I? I am perfectly... fine, thank you for caring.” She stands by her haughty composure with the last bit of her will.

The driver, however, stops the vehicle in front of a grocery store, which has a public bathroom right beside it. Without explaining further, she darts out of the car and sprints inside the bathroom.

A big, strong hand covers her mouth and another arm suddenly drags her inside a stall. She tries struggling at the beginning, but goes along with it as she realizes it’s one of the guys from the club.

“Are you fucking nuts?” The moment she is alone with the man, she starts picking her vagina shamelessly and digs out the tiny vibrator. “You have any idea who I am? Do you know what would happen to your sponsorship if they found out?” She lifts up her palm and try to slap the man.

But her slim wrist is grabbed by the man’s strong arm in an instant, his voice becomes threatening: “Listen here, you bitch. I don’t care who you are. But nobody, NOBODY, gets to treat us like you did back in the club. It is us who do the breakings on BITCHES like you. This vibrator here, it recorded everything in your meat, with your voice in it. You don’t want a scandal, you come to the club tonight.”

“How fucking dare you...”

Before she finishes, a firm slap across her cheeks made her world spin.

“You don’t do what we say, we’re gonna give your slutty footage of your shameless show, and evidence of you being involved in human trafficking...”

“You do that, you get caught as well...”

“You think we give a fuck about the owner and his shitty club? We work for him because we want to break stuck-up bitches like you. If you don’t want your daughter getting sold off to some African warlords as a punching bag, you DO WHAT WE SAY!” He runs his tongue all over Lauren’s lips before leaving the stall.

“Not even my father has hit me before......” She caresses her bruised face, and sobs like the spoiled bitch she is.