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The Governor's Assistant  (MF,FF)
 
    Looking at the  clock on my desk and checking the time, as I walk to 
the door of my office and  usher in Representative J. T. Greenland.  The man 
one of the younger  and newer members of the House.  Nailing down his support 
for the  Transportation Bill and the Governor on the agenda for this 
mornings  meeting.  
    Showing him  to comfy easy chair in my small office and appraising him 
as he  sits.  Tall and slender and looking more so in his satiny light blue  
suit.  The pink button down shirt and teal tie.  Hair slicked back in  a 
ponytail.  For some reason this man appeals to the lower income  community.  
His sallow complexion, almost making him look sickly; but that  thought 
quickly dispelled by his animated conversation.  Mouth and hands  nonstop in 
movement as he discusses the issues concerning  him.
    Already having read  our dossier on this newcomer to the House, I will 
try to make him comfortable  and relaxed and open to the Governor.  His firm 
handshake, not limp as so  many are.  
    "May I get you  something to drink, we have some time for the meeting 
and I like to get to have  the pleasure of talking to you in a private 
setting."  Non-committal in my  offer as I know he is partial to other drinks then 
coffee or  tea. 
    "Is it too early  for a drink, to celebrate our new working 
relationship?" The man relaxing  as best he can in my one easy chair.  Legs stretched 
out in front of him,  hands tapping on the arms of the chair.  His face open 
and  smiling.
    "What might be your  pleasure."  Waiting a moment and then adding, "in 
terms of alcohol?"   A wide smile as I wait for his reply.
    "I feel comfortable  with you already Patrice, I may call you Patrice?  
And I would like, well I  am sure that isn't on the menu, a Jack on ice."  
A game I have learned well  in my years of working with the Governor and 
being the opening act so to  speak.  Feeling out and giving  pointers as to how 
to approach these lawmakers of our great  state.
    Walking over to a  file cabinet in a corner of my office and finding an 
unopened bottle of Jack  Daniels as I bend to pull it from behind some 
files in the bottom  drawer.  The Governor has a full bar and essentials in the 
conference room;  but I find sometimes having the right drink for a guest in 
my office is an "ice  breaker."  
    Not paying  attention as my skirt rides up the back of my thighs, to 
show the tops of my  thigh his and maybe some bare leg and more.  I am a tall 
woman, 5'10" and  with my low heels, I tend to show a lot of my long trim 
legs.  
    Straightening out  bottle in hand and a smile on my face.  Holding it 
to him and seeing his  appreciative nod as I set it on my desk and walk out 
of my office to get some  paper cups and some ice from the coffee nook area.  
Grabbing a Coke from  the refrigerator and walking back into my office.
    Nudging my office  door close with the back of my foot.  "You don't 
mind do you."  I try  not to let people see that we occasionally drink on the 
job."  A soft laugh  as I  turn the lock on my door and walk to my desk and 
lean over to break  the seal on the bottle and pour a long drink for J.T. 
over ice and a shorter one  for me.  Handing him one and hitting paper cups 
with him in a gently slosh  of liquid.  Sipping and tasting the mild bite of 
the bourbon as I look at  him over the rim of my cup.
    I have found that  finding what a man or woman likes and having it for 
them helps to seal the  initial meeting.  It might be alcohol (that my 
research told me J.T. likes  bourbon) or a special type of teas or coffee, or 
candy or mints or  even a  cigar.  If they like it, I will try to provide it on 
the sly.  
    My eyes gauging  this man as I take another sip of the bourbon, eyes 
holding his as I see them  drop to my chest and then to my lower body and 
legs.  My hooded eyes  watching for that moment and then slowly open my legs a 
little past the modest  point.  Letting him see some of the tanned flesh 
above the top of my  stockings.  And maybe he might be seeing more.  
    His eyes taking in  the view and then raising to meet mine over the top 
of his cup.  A long  pull of whiskey as the clinking of ice the only sound 
in the room.   Reaching behind me and grabbing the bottle by the neck, my 
skirt riding up a bit  higher and surely showing the patch of cloth between my 
legs, before I lean back  over and pour more liquid into his cup.
    My outfit for work  this morning is a light gray suit.  The jacket 
hanging on a clothes tree at  the moment, and my peach colored blouse just 
barely bulged by my small  breasts.  The gray skirt a good four inches above my 
thighs when standing  straight.  Today, wearing a mocha thong and bra set.  
Both items  extremely sheer in material.  
    If I had met this  man before, I might have even adjusted my underwear 
to nothing at all or  something that would hide the hard tips of long thick 
nipples.  The bra and  blouse hiding some of the buds; but not all of the 
indent they are making in my  blouse.  For the meeting later I will wear my 
suit  coat.
    The conversation  fairly quiet and contained as we duel with simple 
questions and answers.   Learning of his background, which I already knew; but 
I like to hear a man or  woman tell it in their own way.  Lets you know what 
they are proud of and  what they want to keep hidden.  The alcohol working 
to loosen his tongue  slowly, which I am surprised at, as he is usable so 
vocal when in the public  eye.
    Let me say that I  am not a sexy, alluring woman, a vamp in any sense 
of the word; but my smiling  eyes and mouth, seem to put people at ease.  My 
physical assets, small  breasts and a little bit wide hips and long legs get 
looks; but only if I push  them.  And ever woman knows how to move a man's 
eyes to where you want it  to go.
    My eyes moving up  to the clock and then back down to Mr. Greenland.  
If I want to entice his  attention and make him simpatico, then I need to 
speed up my agenda.   Pulling a straight back chair to wear he is sitting and 
again freshening his  drink and mine as I sit close to him, almost as if to 
take him into a  confidence.  
    One  hand holding my drink as the other pats at his knee as I turn our  
conversation to a more political bent.  Hoping that I haven't given him  
more bourbon then I should have at this time of the late morning.  My cup  in 
spite of the addition to it, barely touched as it is seeming participation,  
rather then the actual that binds people in a common act.
    If definitely would  not do for the Governor's assistant to be oozing 
alcohol in a public or  semipublic situation.  Mr. Greenland's eyes a little 
glassy as my hand pats  a little higher on his trouser leg as I emphasize a 
couple of points about the  transit bill.
    The spreading  of his legs as we talk and the less obvious bulge in his 
pants, giving me the  impression that he is finding my attention more then 
just business.  The  satiny pants slippery as my hand not only moves a 
little higher; but slips a  little to the inside.
    A hitch in his  words, letting me know that he is aware of the movement 
of my hand as I place my  drink down and lean into him and squeeze with 
both my hands on his thigh with a  quick movement.  Our knees almost touching 
as I let mine spread to  expose the smooth inside of my thighs.
    As if realizing  what I am doing, I pull my hands back to my lap, and 
let a blush color my face  as I sit back flustered by the boldness of my 
hands.  "I am sorry," as I  push my chair back from him, "I get so excited 
sometimes and forget  myself."  My hands fumbling with each other. "I shouldn't 
be a touchy feely  person."
    His hand moving to  my cheek, "never mind, I am like that also."  My 
eyes finding his and  looking deep, as I feel his hand slip down to my neck, 
then his eyes dropping  lower to my breasts and still open legs.  
    His hand dropping  to touch my thigh, squeeze it gently and being 
rewarded with a soft moan.   Wetting my lips, as I look hard at him and then 
slipping down to my knees in  front of him.  
    My hand moving up  the inside of his thigh as he leans down and kisses 
my lips.  His hand  behind my head and pressing the lips hard.  Quickly 
finding and judging the  bulge in his trousers as I trace it with my fingers.
    Hearing his gasp,  as I squeeze it firmly then pat the cloth of his 
pants.  Fingers moving to  the waistband of his pants and undoing his belt 
buckle with a practiced skill  and then the tab of his pants and pulling down 
the zipper with a soft whisk of  sound.  Well versed in opening a man's 
trousers and patting him to lift up  and then slip underwear and trousers down his 
legs.
    My face not  betraying a thing as I see the skinny legs hairy and pale. 
 His cock a nice  handful; but nothing special, as my fingers wrap around 
the warm skinned  shaft.  Making a sound of approval in my throat as I slide 
my fingers up  and down.  Feeling the shaft lengthen and thicken with some 
manual  encouragement.  
    My head bowing over  his groin and blowing a warm draft of air across 
the knobby head.  The  gland expanding and the piss slit widening, then 
relaxing once again.  Eyes  quickly looking up past his head to the clock and 
then focusing on the male  organ, securely in my grasp.
    My hand urging him  to the edge of his seat, as one hand cups his hairy 
ball sack and the other  presses his engorged shaft back to his lean belly. 
 Inhaling his scent,  which tells me he is a cologne on the groin man.  I 
love the natural scent;  but cologne is better then urine for a musk.
    Lowering my head to  feel his thigh hair tickling my cheeks as I dip 
down and kiss his ball sack, my  lips parting and slowly sucking one of the 
hairy orbs into my mouth.  I  little upset at the quantity of hair; but using 
my tongue to tease and massage  the enclosed nut.  His moans and hands on my 
head letting me know he is  enjoying this attention.  Pulling my head back 
and feeling the sack  stretched and the delicate ball pulled from my lips 
with a wet "pop."  My  nose nuzzling the base of his cock as I pay equal time 
to the other full hairy  delicacy.
    Palming the sack in  my hand as I raise my head to lick up it from root 
to the meeting of gland and  shaft.  Tongue tracing the thick vein on the 
underside, pressing it into  the soft outer skin and against the hard core 
center.  Inhaling and now  catching his natural scent as I swirl my tongue 
around his shaft, laving it in  my own personal wash.  
    The tension of his  legs and the hard slap of his cock against my cheek 
as I release it from against  his tummy, letting me know he is at least 
temporarily appreciative of my lingual  attention.  His hand, fingers curling 
in my hair, holding me close as I  continue to worship his cock, this time 
blowing again over the cum slit, seeing  the clear wetness at the opening and 
using my tongue tip to pull it into my  mouth.  Tongue teasing the opening 
like a prick.  Again my tongue  finding the velvety crown and swirling around 
the mushroom cap.  Lips  opening as I pull it towards my face.
    Lowering my head  onto the swollen knob and sealing my lips around the 
top of the shaft.   Bobbing on  the top few inches of the shaft as I reach 
to my wrist and take  a rubber band from it and reaching back, pulling my 
hair into a ponytail.   Tasting more of the precum as it seeps from the small 
slit.  Tongue swiping  the sticky  goo from the smooth spongy top.
    Then settling  myself between his legs, rising up and lowering my head 
and body to take more  and more of his shaft and then feeling the prickly 
pubic hair against my lips  and cheeks.  Humming softly vibrating my throat as 
I bottom out and then  pull back.  His hands resting on my head not 
forcefully as I would  like.
    My cell phone ring  tone playing in the small office.  Sitting back on 
my legs and looking at  it, then nodding to myself as it was the secretary, 
notifying me of the  time.  My eyes confirming the clock then leaning over 
the wet bobbing cock  and spearing my mouth on it again, tongue teasing the 
underside, as I take my  cell phone and switch it to vibrate and use it to 
stimulate his testicles.   My cheeks pulling in and out hard now, sucking on 
the huge man nipple.   Baring my lower lips to let my teeth rake along the 
fat vein on the underside of  his cock.
    The tension in his  legs and the pressure on my head, as he presses me 
down onto his cock.   Trying to contain the spittle now dripping from the 
sides of my lips as I suck  his cock like a greedy baby on a nipple.  His 
moans and groans loud in the  silence of the room, as his lower body rocks up to 
my head.  
    A loud gasp, and  his cock head swelling and spitting a large clot of 
seed into my mouth, coating  the back of it and then with a swallow taking it 
into my tummy.  The next  eruption hard and almost directly into my stomach 
as he forces the knob to the  opening of my throat.  Sputtering as he holds 
me there as he spurts again  and again.  My chest heaving as my nostrils 
flare and I try to pull  oxygen into my body.  Squeezing my thighs tight 
together, mashing the fat  lips of my labia on my leaking grease.
    Dropping my cell  phone to my lap, as I grasp his nut sack and curl my 
fingers around it slowly,  gently.  My other hand milking up the shaft as I 
desperately pull back and  hold just the fat head in my mouth.  Feeling the 
drips of seed being  squeezed out of his cock till I can taste no more.   
    Then pulling back  as he falls back in his seat and his cock springs 
free with a fine spray of  moisture.  My tongue licking at my lips as I sit 
back on my legs and milk  his cock one more time and then swipe my tongue over 
the  head.
    "Oh, my fucking  god.  You just sucked me like no one ever has before." 
 Licking my  lips in relish for Mr. Greenland to see, as I push myself up 
off of my  knees.  Smiling.  Looking at his cock still hard and slick with my 
 saliva.
    "I am glad you  enjoyed.  See what a little drink will do to a girl.  
Who knows what  else might happen with another one."  Wiping my lips with one 
hand and  another smack of my lips.  "I have to brief the Governor; before 
we have  our meeting; but you are welcome to wait here till the meeting and 
I will come  and get you.  
    Grabbing my files  notes and phone, reaching into a bowl on my desk and 
taking a Peppermint Life  Saver.  "You might want to take a couple for when 
we have the  meeting.  Pastor Braun may not approve of morning  drinking.
    Giving J. T. a kiss  on the head of his cock and a wink.  "See you 
later.  And  thanks."  Smiling sweetly, as I close the door behind me.  Hoping 
he  takes the hint to pull up his pants, before an aide comes into my  office.
    Using the restroom  and checking out my face and blouse in the mirror.  
A sigh of relief as I  see that I have no stains on my blouse.  Then 
pulling my hair down and  combing my fingers through it.  One last check that 
there is no male seed  on my body or clothes and walking  to the Governor's 
door.  Knocking  on it and then entering as I hear a voice respond from  within.
    "I think that we  may have a friendly voice and vote from our new 
Representative  Greenland.  I felt him out and he seems to be interested."  
Trying not  to smile; but thinking that my methods are a bit unordinary; but they 
do seem to  get results.
    The Governor giving  me a smile and shake of the head.  Quickly 
reviewing the notes on the  project and how we want to present this information to 
the Rep in Greenland,  Senator Trauzig and Reverend Braun.  These three will 
give us two more  votes and the Pastor will use his influence to win over 
the  community.
    Holding the door  for the Governor and following as we enter the 
Conference Room and shake hands  with the Senator and Pastor.  "I will be right 
back with Rep. Greenland who  is waiting in my office."  Excusing myself and 
quickly checking my office  and thankfully he has had a few breath mints and 
his pants are pulled up and  zipped.  Grabbing my suit jacket and feeling in 
control of the  situation.
    The meeting  proceeding at a slow pace and finally coming to some 
agreement on the benefits  as they outweigh the drawbacks.  Looking at the 
Governor and seeing that  the meeting has been a strain as Senator Trauzig and 
Pastor Braun were much  harder sells then we thought they would be.  
    The Governor  thanking them and I told Representative Greenland that I 
would follow up on our  conversation of this morning.  Then assuring Senator 
Trauzig that I would  be up to see him later with a tentative draft of our 
meeting proposals.   Thinking to myself, that the old goat wants to see more 
then the proposal in  writing.  He is a randy old coot, who thankfully 
doesn't last  long.
    Shutting the door  to the Governor's office and seeing the stress 
written on a young face, well  younger then mine.  Pouring water in a glass 
filled with ice and handing it  to the Governor and making sure it is drained.  
    Looking at the head  of the state and seeing the toll that leading can 
take on a person.   Younger then me; but looking older.  The graying hair 
distinguished  looking; but premature.  Lovely features, and a smallish lean 
body  build.  I purposely stand away from the Governor so as not to show that 
in  short heels I still stand a good six inches taller.  The narrow 
charcoal  pinstripe suit, extremely becoming.  Darkish, neutral colors add to the  
look of stately knowledge and leadership.  I guess I am intoxicated with my  
boss; but there is nothing I wouldn't do to advance their career.   Nothing.
    Walking to my boss  and guiding over to an easy lounger to one side of 
the office.  Sitting  with a cool glass of Chablis as I walk to the office 
door and calling out to the  receptionist to hold all calls and visitors.  
Then locking the great oak  door as I kneel in front and undo the button on 
the suit jacket.  Slipping  if off and folding it over one arm as I carry it 
to a hanger and settle it  neatly, unwrinkled.  Slipping off my suit jacket 
and folding it over the  back of a chair. 
     Walking  behind and leaning over to massage fingers into the tightness 
of the  shoulders.  Working my fingers deep into the tissue, feeling the 
warmth of  the flesh beneath the white shirt and vest.  Leaning over more to 
brush my  face against the short hair and press my lips in a soft kiss on the 
smooth  cheeks.  
    Whispering as I nip  the left ear lobe, teasing with my tongue inhaling 
the scent, "let me relax  you, you have a full afternoon and evening 
ahead."  Kissing the cheek  again as I look at the delicate lashes of the closed 
eyes.  Seeing the  weariness in small "crows feet" just visible up close.  
Stepping around to  the front and kneeling down, as I had done earlier.  Hands 
on the delicate  knees and pushing them apart, with little resistance.  
Then slipping off  each shoe and lifting the foot to my thigh and slowly 
kneading my fingers into  the small feet.  
    When I am finished,  I shimmy between the spread legs and move my hand 
up the inside of the  thigh.  Feeling the warmth and soft unresisting flesh 
against my finger  pads.  Easing the legs further apart as I kneel upright 
and reach forward  to undo the button of the vest and then each of the shirt 
buttons.  Peeling  the sides apart as I slip my hands around the toned 
waist.  My lips  brushing against the slightly parted lips.  Tongue tracing them, 
then  pressing again gently, tongue finding the opening unresisting.  
Nipping the  lower lip with my teeth. 
    My body responding  as I continue to ease the tenseness of my boss with 
touches and kisses.  My  hands sliding up the smooth tummy and stopping 
just under the small cupped  breasts.  Undoing the front clasp and releasing 
them to my fingers.   Placing my hands over the small chocolate mounds, 
palming them and then  releasing.  Feeling the puckering of the nipples as my 
fingers roll the  little buds gently, and lean to kiss and suckle, one then the 
other.  The  nipples so small and sweet on the soft mounds.
    My own nipples  aching hard and full under my light bra and blouse.  My 
breasts the same  size; but the nipples large and turgid as they push at my 
top to dimple the  front.  My breathing deeper as I continue to kiss and 
lick and suck the  small hard points.
    Looking up, at the  closed eyes, pursed lips, tongue slowly flicking 
along the lower one.   Then slipping my hands lower and again touching the 
velvety thighs, slipping up  the thigh hi to touch the bare flesh.  My hand 
hidden beneath the  skirt hem, as I find my nail rake along the middle of the 
panty  panel.  Feeling the full lips and the valley formed as I press my  
finger.  
    Rewarded with a  sigh, as I trace the line up and down, pushing the 
cloth between the swollen  lips.  Looking up at the Governor, then touching the 
sides of her thighs to  encourage her to lift up as I undo her skirt and 
neatly slip it down her  thighs.  Taking the skirt and folding it neatly and 
putting it to the side,  as I turn my attention back to the smooth velvety 
skin.  Kissing my way up  one thigh and down the other, inhaling the 
intoxicating scent as my nose brushes  the cloth covered pubes.  My tongue slipping 
out and wetting the panel,  then blowing on the wetness, as my finger slips 
into the leg hole of the bikini  cut panties and touch the smoothness of the 
bare pubes.  Tugging and  pulling it to one side and then tracing again with 
my finger.  Moving from  the soft folds, along the slit and ending tapping 
on the small tight  rosebud.
    Inhaling again, the  aroma a deeper musk, as I part the full lips and 
expose the pink wall, wet and  glistening.  A deep sigh, as I lean over and 
kiss the slit, adoring the  precious lips, tongue caressing the puffy flesh, 
tasting the wetness and the  taste that arouses me so.  Holding the petals 
apart as I lower my face  against the small slit.  Moaning softly and having 
it echoed by the  Governor, as my nose nuzzles along the slit to the folds 
above, my lips sucking  as my tongue slides forward and probes into the warm 
wet hole.  Curling it  slowly as I suckle on the inner lips, pulling the 
delciate tissue with my lips  and teeth, holding it then releasing as I insert 
a couple of fingers into the  open entrance.  Feeling the grasp of the tight 
walls around my long slender  digits, as they are swallowed.
    Fingers and mouth  working together, stimulating that delectable cunt.  
Isolating the engorged  clit and sucking on it like a mini penis.  Feeling 
the throbbing of the  small button.  The thighs tightening around my head 
and the long moan as I  feel the walls contracting and squeezing and washing 
my face and fingers with  her grease.  Continuing to wiggle and pump my 
fingers and suckle and tongue  the pearl as I draw another long moan and orgasm 
from the slender legs of our  proud state's First Lady.  
    Taking my time and  cleaning her lower body of her release.  Tongue 
sliding over and around the  folds.  Using my tongue as a wipe to take most of 
the scent of her arousal  from her body.  Then standing up to lean over and 
kiss her lips, as she  holds my head.  Her tongue cleaning my face of the 
slick moisture coating  it.  
    Smiling at her as I  break away and find wipes and deftly clean with 
the wipes what my tongue had  done previously.  No scent of her arousal now as 
I slip her panties back  over the full labia.  Kissing my way down her legs 
and then helping the  Governor redress as I look at my cell phone and see 
the time.  Dabbing the  wipes at her face to clean her of my saliva and her 
own  scent.
    Bra back in place  and blouse buttoned and vest also buttoned.  
Straightening out her  clothing, making sure it is sharp and presentable.  Then 
working her makeup  and hair to have her ready for the next meeting.  Holding 
her suit jacket  as she slides it on and then taking her briefcase and 
checking it to make sure  she has all the information that she will need for 
today's meetings and her bag  for the overnight stay in the western part of the 
state.  And breakfast  with speech with the DAR.  
    Walking three steps  behind her to not point out her diminutive stature 
compared to me.  Her  security team falling in behind and the aide that 
will be accompanying her also  falling into step, taking her briefcase and 
overnight bag.
    A hug and kiss on  the cheek as I bid the Governor farewell and good 
luck.  Watching with a  little disappointment in my gaze, as I wish I was 
going with her on the  overnighter.  Then walking back to my office to work on 
the proposals for  the Transportation Bill that will be presented tomorrow 
night to the  Assembly.  
    Taking a rough  draft of the bill and carrying it to the office of 
Senator Trauzig, my heels  tapping the way along the corridor.  This should just 
a few minutes to  settle, then I can get on with a few favors in the form 
of phone calls and then  plans for the evening.  His aide telling me that the 
Senator has been  awaiting my visit.  And to go right into his office.
    Rapping on the door  and then entering as bidden.  The Senator an 
older, overweigh white  politician.  One you would think of being that old guy 
who has been in his  job for years and that is exactly what he has been.
    "Sit down my  dear."  As I hand him the proposal and sit quietly while 
he leafs through  the pages summarily.  Crossing one long leg over the other 
and moving my  foot, watching his eyes following the movement of my foot, 
as he pretends to  read the pages.  Then when I have his attention, 
uncrossing and crossing  the other leg.  Giving him my best Sharon Stone impression.  
I am sure  that he has noticed that I am not wearing any panties under my  
skirt.
    Leaning forward and  taking off my suit jacket, to show off the thin 
peach color blouse and the hard  nipples pressing at the material.  Then 
settling back to  wait.
    "Ahem.  I have  a few questions if you don't mind."  His face a ruddy 
red as he looks at my  face for a moment and then drops his gaze to the 
protuberances of my hard breast  tips against my top.  As I have his gaze, I lean 
back and uncross my legs,  leaving them apart a bit more then what might be 
called  ladylike.
    Wetting his lips,  as his gaze is focused now between my knees.  "Could 
you come here and  explain this to me, and please lock the door so we are 
not disturbed."  His  hand reaching to his intercom and explaining that he 
doesn't want to be  disturbed or any visitors as he goes over some information 
from the  Governor.
    An inner smile, as  I stand an walk to the door and quietly turn the 
lock in place.  Then walk  behind his desk to stand alongside of him and look 
down at the sheets of paper  in front of him.  My shoulder pressing against 
his.  The open neck of  my blouse falling forward and exposing the small 
mounds of my breasts and hard  nipples to view, as I turn to him.
    No pretense needed  now as his eyes are staring down my blouse and his 
hand has reached my waist,  resting there for a moment and then sliding down 
to cup my ass cheek.  His  hand squeezing on the soft flesh and squeezing 
again, then patting as I continue  to lean on his desk.
    Leaning lower,  resting on my elbows, as his hand slips down and up and 
under my skirt.   Hearing a gasp as his hand encounters my bare ass cheek 
and another awkward  squeeze.  Giving a little wiggle to show that he is 
arousing me (eyes  raised in boredom), then a soft moan.
    "Someone has  something other then this proposal on their mind?"  My 
eyes turning to look  at his.  His ruddy face puffed out as his pudgy fingers 
slip lower to the  back of my thigh and then slips between my legs.  My legs 
opening my stance  and allowing his finger tips to touch the pouty lips of 
my  pussy.
    Moaning again for  affect, as his fingers slip between the lips and 
explore the opening to my  pussy.  Rocking on my heels back to his hand, then 
another wiggle of my  hips.  "You are so distracting me Senator."  My smile 
almost a leer as  I look at him and reach behind me to hold his hand between 
my legs.   Another soft moan as I close my eyes in delight at his tactile 
attention.  
    "Would the Senator  like to take a break from work and maybe give me a 
little back massage?"   Banging his knees on the desk as he pushes his chair 
away and stands up behind  me.  His hand reaching to my shoulders and 
giving one squeeze at the tight  flesh and then reaching under my arms to cup the 
small mounds of my  breasts.  His short fingers rolling and pinching the 
hard tips.   Pulling my blouse from my skirt and then pulling it up my back, 
allowing his  hands to touch the warm flesh of my breasts, as I lean on the 
desk,  
    Rolling my ass  against his groin as he fondles and mashes the soft 
tissue of my breasts.   His fingers now pinching hard and crushing the long 
thick eraser like  tips.  Tugging the breasts from my chest and letting them 
snap back in his  version of foreplay.  My ass still pressing on his groin and 
his bulge in  his trousers.
    The Senator lifting  my skirt and throwing it on my back as he fumbles 
for his trouser fly.   Opening my stance more and lying across the desk now. 
 My ass cheeks  stretched taut and my fat labia exposed between my thighs.  
Using the edge  of the desk to rub my clitoris and stimulate my body into a 
leaking  arousal.
    Eyes closing as I  feel his hard cock touching my inner thighs and then 
pressing against my  lips.  The knot slipping past the guarding lips and 
filling the  entranceway.  A grunt as he rests his weight against my ass 
cheeks and the  shaft slides deeper.  My walls clenching and rewarded a  loud 
groan as  they massage his cock.  
    His pants falling  to his ankles, as he pulls back and then strokes 
into my cunt.  His  motions, not fast or slow as he pushes in and pulls back in 
a dance step  timing.  Wondering if he is counting as he slowly fucks my 
cunt.  As  his rhythm speeds up I know he is very close and my ass pushes back 
and walls  squeeze and release, squeeze and release.  A series of moans and 
a louder  longer one as I feel him jerk and know he is cumming in my pussy. 
 Giving a  hard squeeze and holding then another as I feel his squirt of 
seed into my  cunt.  
    "Ah fuck, oh  fucking gawd, you send me over the top so quickly baby."  
My words cajoling  and entreating and praising as I take his seed and hold 
it deep in my  body.
    "Oh, we forgot to  use a condom again..........but I trust you Senator. 
 I don't mind your  potent seed in my body."  Laying there as he holds his 
body against  mine.  I can feel his cock soften and then shrink and pull 
free of my body,  seed seeping down my cunt lips and forming strings of white 
cream on my  legs.  Reaching for the tissue on his desk and grabbing a couple 
as I spin  around and kneel down as he pull out and back.  
    Taking his  softening prick in my mouth and sucking on the soft wiggly 
worm, fingers milking  up his shaft to draw out the last drops.  My hand 
between my legs and  wiping and catching the strands of cum as I clench hard 
pushing his cream from  my cunt.
    Sucking on his cock  and then a kiss on the tip with a thank you and we 
are done.  Wadding the  kleenix in my hand and standing up.
    I think I  understand everything Patrice, I won't need your assistance 
anymore today.   Thanks.  
    Smiling, thank you  Senator, I am sure you will understand why you need 
to vote for this  Bill."  A nod of his head and the folder closed on his 
desk as he pulls a  bottle and glass from his desk drawer.  Looking at his 
desk and the  picture of his wife and three grandchildren.  Wondering what she 
has to say  about his philandering.  I am sure she knows.
    Waving as I unlock  the door and wave to his aide as I head back to my 
office to finish up for the  day.  Sitting down and wiping more diligently 
at the seed still oozing from  my cunt.
    Looking up at the  clock and then deciding this will have to do for my 
dress tonight, no time to  change.  One last chore for the Governor and my 
night will be done.  
    Dialing the phone  and leaving a message that I would meet him to go 
over some  matters.  We would meet at 6:00 at the Rib and Reef for  dinner.  A 
few daubs of cologne in those spots needing a  little scent.  Slipping my 
suit jacket back on and putting my bra  and thong in my briefcase as I gather 
my handbag.  
    Waving to the  security guards as I find my vehicle and drive over to 
the restaurant.   Arriving a little before six and sitting at the bar and 
ordering a  brandy Manhattan straight up.  Sipping the drink as I turn to watch 
 the entrance and let my skirt ride a little high on my legs.  I do love  
to tease and practice my craft.
    Seeing the man walk  in and waving him to the bar.  I have picked an 
out of the way spot to have  dinner.  The man taller then me in bare feet; but 
a little shorter  when I wear heels.  A nice even six foot and just a 
little over two  hundred pounds.  Not a body builder; but not carrying much flap 
either  on his toned body.  The bald head his most notable feature, somehow  
not going with his glasses.  His impeccable dress, three piece suit, and  
highly polished black shoes.  Expensive and befitting a lawyer of  note.  
    Smiling as he walks  over and ordering a Tanqueray martini, dry with a 
twist from the  bartender.  Giving him a light kiss on the cheek and a hug.  
    "I have  reservations for six," looking at the clock over the bar, a 
clock watching  habit, part of my job I guess.  Taking our drinks and being 
led to our  table by the hostess.  I had asked for one to the side, away from 
the crush  of evening diners.
    The pleasantries  amusing to me, as they are so much a part of my job; 
but necessary to not only  set the tone of a meeting; but also gives you a 
feel for the attitude of those  you are with at the time. 
    The menu well  familiar with us as we have met here before on business. 
 Ordering stuffed  clams for an appetizer and baked stuff shrimp for my 
main course, as we go over  his day in court and the case he is presently 
presenting.  Nodding,  somewhat familiar with law procedures as we have our 
appetizers and salad and  await the main course.
    Then for those who  see us together at the table, opening a file I 
brought in my briefcase and using  part of the table to explain it to the man.  
Actually nothing he needs to  see, even though we have worked on a few 
projects together, this is not one of  them.  A ruse if you would want to call it 
that, so that no one would think  it more then a business dinner a am 
having with this married  man.
    Pulling my chair  close to his as we lean, head close together and pour 
over the pages and  spreadsheets.  Smiling to myself as I have done this 
same thing earlier  with the Senator, even though there is a world of 
difference between the Senator  and this gentleman.
    Whispering in his  ear, "I am not wearing any undergarments, just in 
case you might be  interested."  Giggling, almost like a school girl, as he 
looks up sharply  at me.  Since we are sitting facing the rest of the room, I 
take his hand  and pull it under the table and set it down on my thigh.  
    Giving him a soft  moan, as his hand quickly finds my skirt and pushes 
it up and out of the way of  his questing fingers.  Eyes closing at the 
touch of his strong fingers on  the outer lips of my pussy.  "Mmmmmmmhhhhh, oh 
mmmmmmm."  A longer  moan as they not only find my swollen lips, but using a 
finger pad to pull one  aside and find the warm wetness of my walls.
    "You nasty man.  shame on you taking advantage of some information I 
gave just FYI."   Shifting to ease his fingertips as they rub against the 
slick walls.   Looking up as the waitress comes with our dinners and sets them 
down, as we  clear the paperwork to the side and I scoot back to my ninety 
degree position  from him.
    The shimp  excellent.  And the dinner quite enjoyable, food and 
conversation  wise.  I know my friend had more then food on his mind as we banter 
back  and forth.  Leaning to him as we order dessert, after dinner drinks.   
"You know my skirt is still pulled up and I think I smell a scent that is  
definitely not shrimp."  My hand touching his for just a moment, as I sit  
back with a soft laugh.
    The drinks, mine a  single malt scotch, and his a cognac a mellowing 
influence as we talk about my  job and the Governor and how she is out of town 
tonight.  Disagreeing that  I should go with her on all the trips.  
    As he charges the  bill and we wait still sipping our drinks, "do you 
suppose I should pull my  skirt down now.  I am feeling a little chill on my 
legs.  Maybe I  should go to the Ladies room and put my bra and panties back 
on, do you  think?'
    "You cock teaser,  you know that I want more then dinner.  I have the 
night to philander and a  hard on that you gave me and you ask if you need 
panties.  Shame on you  girl."  His words soft; but I can detect a little bit 
of desperation in  them.  
    "It has been awhile  since we had a night to do the dirty.  But I 
didn't think you would want to  do more then have dinner.  So you are saying you 
would like to go to your  place, or my place or rent a hotel room or do it 
in the parking lot?"   Laughing, my smile with eyes and mouth.
    Watching him get  serious, "not my place of course; but yours if you 
like or I could get a  room."  His demeanor showing that he needs my 
attention.  And of  course I really am a very good cock teaser.  That skill set is 
part of my  job requirements.
    "I will spare you  the expense, though you can afford it.  Guess the 
parking lot wasn't going  to do it for you.  Though I bet I could get it out 
there with you if I  wanted."  Smiling wickedly as I reach under the table, 
touch my puffy lips  and pull my skirt down.
    Placing my finger  to my mouth and sucking it slowly.     "Yummy, that 
is some  good stuff.  My place; but we will leave separately and arrive at 
my place  separately, meaning me first to my apartment."
    Walking out of the  restaurant and shaking his hand in the parking lot. 
 "Thanks for dinner and  hopefully we can agree on the proposal."   Finding 
my vehicle and  driving to my apartment.  His car still in the parking lot 
when I  left.  Pulling into my numbered space and hoping he doesn't use 
someone's  parking space and get a ticket.  The community lot should have some  
places.
    Closing my door and  sighing, as I kick off my low heels and look 
around the apartment to make sure  everything is okay for company.  Then taking 
out my panties and bra and  after a quick sniff, thinking how sick that is, 
throwing them in my  laundry.  Wondering if is should take a quick shower or 
risk the presence  of some of the Senator's cum still in my pussy.
    Looking around  again and turning to the door as the bell rings.  
Opening the door wide and  letting my sometimes lover Michael into the apartment, 
closing the door behind  him and moving in for a long hungry kiss that I 
couldn't get at the  restaurant.  
    Feeling his hands  reaching down behind me and cupping both of my ass 
cheeks and pulling me hard  against his body.  "You been stroking that thing 
on the ride over?   That feels like morning wood to me?"
    His lips bruising  mine without answering as he hitches my skirt up in 
back and squeezes my globes  again.  Feeling the greasiness of my labia as 
my legs rub together.   My hand already pulling at his belt buckle and 
zipper.  Stripping his pants  down his muscular legs.  The kissing the bulge in 
his black briefs and  pulling them down to expose the nice thick ebony cock.  
The shaft a dark  black and the head a lighter brown.  Slipping to my knees 
and capturing it  with my hands and giving it a good evening kiss.  Then 
sucking on the thick  knob and popping it into my mouth to be sucked and 
licked.  My other hand  palming his ball sac, feeling the weight of those meaty 
globes filled with a  nice load of seed.  
    Not even looking up  as he is on his own divesting himself of his suit 
jacket, best, tie and  shirt.  His curly pubic hair tickling as I take more 
of his veiny shaft  into my mouth.  At least this time, I don't have to 
pretend that I want to  be fucked like with the Senator.  My hand stroking up 
and down the slick  cock, rubbing my saliva into the gleaming shaft.
    Reaching with one  hand to untie his shoes, as I continue to worship 
the lovely prick.   Feeling his firm grip on my head as I go lower and take 
more of his shaft.   The knob now tickling the back of my throat as my cheeks 
pull in and out.   I don't know where I want this load of cum, other then 
inside of me.  This  fuck or suck will be for me, not the man I am trying to 
influence.  Moaning  on the thick bulbous head as I pull off and bite the 
soft outer flesh  gently.  Working my way down the shaft and taking each one of 
those heavy  globes of cream into my mouth.  Teasing and tonguing it as I 
hear the  moaning and groaning and then the heavy panting as I can feel that 
he is  reaching a limit.  Wondering if I was the last one to give him a good 
suck  or fuck, or if his wife was.  Either way, this cock is mine  now.
    Pulling back and  sitting down on my legs as I pull my blouse over my 
head and undo the button and  zipper of my skirt. Pulling myself up his body 
and grasping his cock in my  long slender fingers as I stand and lean into 
his body.  Stepping out of my  skirt as it puddles around my ankles.  
Pressing the diamond hard tips of my  nipples into his chest.  Feeling the curl of 
his hair on his chest tickling  the aching tips.  Mewling as I am so horny 
at this moment, so needy as I  pull him over to the sofa and I lean over the 
back, spreading my legs  wide.  
    Not needing any  encouragement as he slams between my legs and buries 
his prick in my warm molten  cunt.  A low scream of joy as I welcome him with 
a hard kegel of my muscles  around his embedded cock.  Then another as he 
pulls back and slams back  into my ass cheeks.  The soft pillow flattening 
with his thrusts, as I  grunt as the oxygen is forced from my body with each 
thrust of his cock into my  pussy.  My hole leaking a plentitude of juices as 
I contract hard on his  cock and cum in a body wrenching contraction.  A 
long low moan mirrors my  spasms of release.  My musk strong in the room as I 
shudder around his cock  and my walls clench and ripple in another release.  
    This man has  himself a needy bitch this evening.  Purposely milking 
his cock with my  cunt and feeling him slam hard into me and spew his fertile 
cream deeply,  coating my walls and seeding my womb.  My hissing and 
panting, spraying a  fine mist onto the seat of my sofa as I flop over and brace my 
hands as I push  back on his cock.  His thrusts each a quick jerk of his 
hips and another  glob of cream filling my hole.  Going limp as he holds his 
cock in my cunt  and then pulls out, wiping the slimy tip on my ass cheeks.
    Forcing myself up  and turning to kneel and clean the leaking cream 
from his cock heavy and then  suckle down to the base, tasting my cunt and his 
cum on his shaft.   Actually falling on my ass and leaning against the back 
of the sofa, weak for  the moment with my release.
    "Damn man, doesn't  that woman of yours give you any honey?"  My cunt 
lips are pleasantly  bruised and sore; but I know that will not be the last 
time I will have a cock  in me tonight.
    Using his hand to  pull me up and swiping at the seed dripping from my 
well used hole.  I know  he finds it gross, but licking the thick cream from 
my hand and fingers.   Knowing not to offer some to him as I once did.  
Heaven forbid that he  licks his own cum.  The peculiarities of men, who will 
lick my pussy when  he hasn't been in it; but won't when he has dumped a 
load.  
    Luckily all my men  friends and women friends aren't afraid of a little 
snowballing or  creampies.  Walking a little sore to my bar and fixing 
Michael a gin and  tonic and a single malt scotch for me.  Finding a towel and 
placing it on  the sofa, as I sit down with him and cuddle for a little bit 
as we have  our drinks.
    His cuddling cut  short by a call from the wife and giving me a chance 
to make a second drink for  each of us.  Sitting back down naked next to him 
and teasing his cock awake  as he talks with the wifey.  Rubbing my nose 
and face against his groin and  then capturing the growing monster with my 
lips and tongue and teasing it  awake.  The strong musk of his body now mixed 
with mine exciting me as he  tells his web of lies to his wife.  
    I am making it hard  in two ways.  His cock is a tower raised from his 
lap and his mind is  distracted as he explains why he wasn't at home when 
she called.  His hands  trying to push me away as I straddle his lap and rub 
his cock against the  swollen lips of my needy cunt.  Containing my moans as 
I find my teasing is  now full arousal as I kneel between his hips and lower 
myself onto his  cock.  Taking a deep breath and another as I feel the 
walls being spread  apart and then forming around the ebony prick.  
    Looking down and  seeing the contrast in body tones as I straddle his 
lap and impale myself firmly  on his throbbing prick.  Biting back a moan as 
I sit and just kegel again  and again on his steely core.  Working my inner 
body to massage and squeeze  his cock.  
    Then as his voice  slurs from my distracting behavior, he explains how 
he has probably has drunk  too much and needs to take a taxi home.  Shaking 
my head not remembering  where he said he was when she called his cell.
    My fingers teasing  my unhooded clitoris as I ride up and down on his 
cock.  Finding  myself struggling not to moan out loud as I rock drunkenly on 
the shaft, as I  sip my drink.  Taking a sip and then leaning to suckle his 
man nipples with  my cold lips.  Seeing him losing control of his thoughts 
as he tries to  escape his wife's conversation.
    Wondering to myself  if she will keep him on the line long enough for 
me to make him cum inside of  me.  Setting my drink down and now hands 
against his chest as I use my legs  to push myself up his cock and then lower down 
to flatten the pubic hair.   The curly strands tickling my bottom side.
    Reaching behind me  and massaging his balls with my fingers nails, 
scratching over the delicately  swollen orbs.  His eyes wide as I can see the 
strain in his neck muscles as  he needs to escape.  Not sure whether it is me 
or his wife at this  point.  Quivering as I rub my pearl hard and cum, 
shuddering on his  cock.  Taking him with me seconds later and feeling his hips 
thrusting up  to my cunt.  The fat knob swelling and spewing more thick cream 
into my  womb.  
    His voice caught in  his throat for a few seconds and then responding 
to whatever she said.  As  I slide up and down a few inches, I can feel his 
cum being suctioned out of my  cunt in loud squishy queefs of bubbling frothy 
seed.
    Thinking that this  is the longest they have talked on the phone in my 
presence as I ride my orgasm  to a subsiding finally and then slipping of 
his semi hard prick.  Kneeling  and licking like a kitten to a bowl of cream, 
to the puddle of see between his  legs and nestled around his cock.  
Greedily lapping it all up as he tries  to end the conversation.  Cleaning up 
between my legs as sit again on my  towel on the sofa.  Not worrying at the 
moment how I will get out the  stains of cums from the cushions at the moment.
    "You fucking bitch,  gawd that was intense and fucking scary."  
Laughing at the earnestness of  his words as he describes his need to have me stop; 
but unable to say a  word.  Taking a good gulp of his gin and tonic and 
then pulling me over his  lap and spanking my ass to a rosy red and nice warm 
burning  sting.
    Apologizing  insincerely as I beg him to stop.  Then sitting down 
gingerly and sitting  quietly finishing our drinks.
    "I can't stay, I  told her that I would be home soon from a 
brainstorming session at a colleagues  house.  She might call the house again and get 
suspicious."  Looking  around and finding his clothes and putting them on as 
I watch.  Still naked  and now satisfyingly sore between my legs and on my 
ass cheeks and my nipples  still a painful/pleasurable ache every time I 
brush them.  
    Thinking as he  kisses me long and hard just inside the door and 
promises to get together again  soon; once he sees his wife, the Governor's 
schedule.
    Smiling as I close  the door that I have kept him faithful to my boss 
and thinking of the good laugh  we will have when I explain why he was having 
trouble talking to her on the  phone.  
    I find keeping him  loyal to his wife is part of my duty as assistant.  
The Governor agrees and  that is why I don't go on the overnight trips that 
her husband doesn't go with  her.  I am the babysitter.  She knows about 
him, he doesn't know about  me and her.  
    Maybe some day we  will have a three some; but I really hope not.  I 
don't mind sharing myself  with men; but not sharing a man with another woman. 
 Forgetting about the  men I serviced this day and working on my wardrobe 
for tomorrow and then taking  a shower.  All in a day's and night's  
work..................
    
    
    
 
    
 
    
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