His hands came down upon her cheeks. Not hard, but firm enough to get her attention. “You will not speak unless spoken to, understood?”
“Yes sir.”
He began to caress her ass, feeling the warm silky skin of left ass cheek. Her legs were toned, somewhat muscular, and accented perfectly with her black pumps just high enough to be sexy without having that strip club look about them. “Stick that ass up in the air!”
Leila complied, pushing her ass as high in the air as she could. “Mmmm,” she moaned, unable to control herself.
David rose to his feet and stood beside her, admiring her beauty up close. His hands slid across her back, pulling her blouse out from the top of her skirt. Her thong was clearly visible now, and enticing as it was, David fought the urge to pull it tight. Instead, he began a light slapping of her ass cheeks, slow and methodical. Each stroke harder than the last, using his free hand to press her head down closer to the coffee table. He kneaded her warm flesh as his strokes began to leave marks, harder and harder, evoking moans of pleasure from her with each slap. Without warning, he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her upright, pressing his body against her back. “Am I on the right track, my dear?”
“Close, very close,” she whispered. And through clenched teeth she said, “Take me. Use me. Make me your slut!”
The very word itself shot a warm feeling of power right through his crotch, forcing his hard on to strain against his trousers. He pulled his tie from his neck and ordered her to stand with her hands behind her back. He wrapped the tie around her head, cutting off her sight and forcing her to rely on her remaining senses. He was by no means finished with her as he unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders and exposing her bra. He traced his fingers across the expansive cups, paying particular note to her nipples pressing against the fabric. “Nice,” he commented as he sized her up. He stepped back, and ordered her to strip. She complied, making short work of her bra and skirt, leaving her down to her thong and a wicked smile.
“Remove the thong, and sit back on the table.” She awkwardly pushed her thong down her legs, stepped out of them and felt behind her for the coffee table. She sat down, pushing the magazines and paper on the floor. “Spread your legs. Show me that wonderful pussy, slut.”
Leila leaned back against the coffee table, pulling her feet up to the edge and spreading her legs. She ran her fingers down, spreading herself for his approval. “Like this, sir?”
“Exactly. Now, tell me, slut, is this how you rub yourself at home?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And how often do you do this?”
“I dunno…”
“Yes you do! Answer me, bitch! How often?”
“Everyday, sir.”
“And have you done it today?”
“No, sir.”
“Well begin. Show me how you pleasure yourself!”
David sat back, leaning against the couch as he adjusted himself. He watched her legs spread wide as she lightly rubbed her fingertips across her clit. Her fingers glistened as she plunged two fingers deep inside, pressing her palm hard against her mound. Her other hand now cupping her breasts, rolling the nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as the thought of putting on this show made her wetter by the moment.
“What do you think about when you masturbate?” David asked, pressing his drink to his lips.
“Being forced to please, sir. Forced to submit to someone else’s desires, someone who isn’t afraid to use me!” Her voice was strained as she moaned, nearing her orgasm.
“Are you going to come for me, slut? Or do I have to wait all night?”
“I’m coming, sir.” Leila could feel herself nearing her orgasm, and his commanding voice pushed her over the edge as she came hard upon her fingers.
As soon as the waves of pleasure passed, David stood and wasted no time getting her off the coffee table. “On your fuckin’ knees, slut!”
The words alone meant nothing, but the urgent need she found in his low, guttural voice flooded her senses with adrenaline as she dropped to her knees, her face now right in front of his crotch. He grabbed her hair with his left hand while he unzipped his pants, pulling himself out for her. She instinctively opened her mouth, begging to have him force his way past her lips. He did not disappoint, and held her head tightly as he rammed his thick cock deeper and deeper down her throat, cutting off all possibility of breathing. She didn’t care if choked to death on it. The act alone resumed the flow of juices between her legs as he repeatedly fucked her face.
He finally pulled her off his cock as she struggled to breathe through her nose. David ripped the tie from around her head. “Look at me, slut.” She looked up at him as he stroked his cock towards her face. “Open that fuckin’ mouth!” She once again complied as he stroked his orgasm into her open mouth, covering her lips and cheeks. She reached for her cheek with her hand only to have it swatted away at the last moment. “Don’t you dare, you little slut. You clean yourself up on your own time.”
David put himself back in his trousers, and picked up her blouse to wipe his brow. She was motionless, still on her knees and covered in his come. He threw the blouse at her head and said, “Go on home and get cleaned up. That’s all for tonight!” With that he left the room.
She cleaned herself up the best she could in his private office bathroom and caught a taxi back to her condo. The entire ride she fought the urge to touch herself. No, it will have to wait, she thought. But once she got home she went straight to bed, stripping every stitch of clothing off and leaving a trail of her clothes across her room. She lay down and reached under her pillow to retrieve her trusted vibrator, turned it on low, and carefully placed just the tip inside her lips and leaned the body of it against her clit and closed her eyes. She spent the next few hours reliving every moment of being with David in her mind, over and over again. She lost count how many times she came, but she slept like a baby through the night… satisfied that she was now making progress.
The Walk of Shame
It had been almost a week since she’d last seen David alone. She’d spoken with Logan every night on the phone; his sweetness hadn’t diminished in her thoughts. But since David had taken her in his office she could think of nothing else. The play of power drove her imagination wild. She knew he’d be back in the office this afternoon, and she scrambled to find a reason to get near him. She’d chosen spiked heels with black stockings and a garter today beneath her skirt, just to get his attention. A few snap and bends throughout the afternoon would insure that she would be staying late tonight.
Her plan was simple enough, and for the most part went off without a hitch. She scribbled her note on a blank piece of paper and slid it into the brown folder. With that she took a deep breath and made her way through the maze of office desks to his door. His secretary asked if he was expecting her, which of course he wasn’t. “Just need his signature on this petition from District 2.”
“Just leave it, honey. I’ll get him to sign it when he’s free.”
Leila hesitated to give the folder to her, and scanned her brain for some excuse to keep it. Just as she was sure her goose was cooked when her mother opened the door and came bursting out.
“Leila!” she said, acting surprised. “Perfect. You’ll do.”
“What?”
“The Senator needs someone to take notes during his phone conference with the union presidents.”
Leila looked inside the office and David’s eyes opened wide. He waved them both in. “Come on Patricia, the call is starting in five minutes! Bring Leila!”
Leila clutched the folder to her chest and followed her mother into the office. Patricia handed her daughter a legal pad and a pen. Just write down the key points, that’s all we need. I don’t need anyone’s dissertation about what they think about how we’re handling this.
Leila sat down in the leather chair across from the Senator, the same one she’d spread her legs for him
in last week. Again she teetered on danger as she crossed her legs exotically in front of him. Her mother paced through the room as the call began. Leila began jotting down the important points between the worker’s wishes and what the government was actually willing to offer them. She was astounded again at the lackadaisical effort the government made to concede. The less they offered, the more threatening the workers became. By the time the call was finished even Leila was disgusted with politicians. She debated giving the Senator her note at all.
She stood and stretched her legs as the Senator finished up the call with the necessary niceties. His eyes followed her every move as she pulled her hands above her head and stretched her arms. Finally Leila stepped forward to the Senator’s desk as Patricia walked towards the windows and peered out into the street. “Is there something else, Leila?”
“Just need the Senator’s signature,” she said, leaning over the desk and opening the folder.
He grabbed his pen and pulled his glasses down his nose, while still on the phone. Reading the hand scribbled note carefully, before signing the document. He smiled as he read the words silently: Make me your slut tonight? 10:30 p.m. – The ‘Den of Sin’. Big surprise!
She quickly closed the folder and marched out of the room. Patricia waved to his secretary to close the door.
“Don’t even think about it, David,” Patricia started as he ended the phone call.
“What?”
“You know damn well what. You may be fuckin’ around with these other interns, but you stay away from Leila!”
David shook his head as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Get real, Patricia. Her father was my best friend! I would never.”
“Yes you would, you son of a bitch. But I’m fucking warning you, stay away from her.”
“Why Patricia, is this jealousy raising its ugly head?”
“I’m not fuckin’ kidding you, asshole. You stay the fuck away from her.”
David reached up and grabbed her waist, pulling her close to him. He squeezed her ass and said, “Honey, you have nothing to worry about. How about having dinner with me tonight?”
“I told you no, and I meant it. Your stupid flirts may work on twenty year olds, but I’ve been around the block enough to know that your pecker is worn the fuck out. I prefer my rubber to that poisoned thing, besides this isn’t about anything other than Leila. I don’t care who you screw as long as it’s not her!”
“Dinner?” David said issuing his best ‘forgive me’ smile.
“We’ll see. Probably be working late anyway.”
“That’s my girl,” David said.
“Just shut up, asshole,” she replied, a smirk now invading that stone facade she kept on her face around the office.
David shook his head and looked at his watch. “Last chance, Patricia. Bring that beautiful body over to me.”
“Unbelievable,” she said. “You have no shame, do you?”
“Everybody has some shame, my Dear. Everybody.”
David was already waiting in the Hill condo when he heard her tap lightly against the heavy wooden door. He’d decorated this property himself and was proud of the sleek lines and manliness it exuded. Leila stepped inside silently as he pulled the door open and closed it tight behind her, carefully locking the deadbolt.
“Very good!” Leila smiled, “Now if you’ll just give me a moment alone upstairs I’d like to get freshened up.”
“Sure,” he pointed to the modern free floating wooden steps. After twenty minutes she called to him to join her upstairs.
An unusual knot seemed to be stuck in his throat as he began to climb the stairs. Some level of anticipation that he’d not felt in many years. He reached the top of the stairs in almost total darkness. Just a small, faint light illuminated the hallway. The sweet smell of burning candles emanated from his room where the door was cracked slightly opened. He peered inside, but unable to make out anything more than her faint figure in the darkness. He moved slowly, cautiously as he opened her door. “I can’t see you,” he said.
“You don’t need to,” she responded, her warm voice putting him at ease. He felt her move beside him, her hands pressed against his stomach. “It’s your turn, big boy,” she said.
“I, uh…”
“Shhh. No talking. Not yet.” He felt her cold finger press against his lips. “Just relax.”
With that she placed a sleeping mask over his eyes, shutting out all light from his senses. For the first time he felt the thrill of not being able to visualize what was happening.
“I told you that my type man…” she began saying as her hands ran down his sides and cupped his ass, “was one who would take what he wanted. But you didn’t let me finish.” He felt her arms wrap around his waist, undoing his belt with deft precision and lightning quick speed as his trousers were opened and shoved to the floor. Her hands slid up his legs and down his arms, pulling them behind his back. Before he could protest, he felt the cold steel and heard a definitive click as his wrists were now locked behind him. “I also need a man who can take it! A man that knows his place, and you, sir, need to be put in yours.”
“Cuff’s?” he mumbled.
“Do you realize that you were looking up my skirt with my mother in the room? Do you not think such a dangerous action should be punished?”
A sharp pain associated with someone pushing his hands straight down, causing him to nearly drop to his knees. She drug him across the room, turned him around and pushed him down on the edge of the bed. She reached down and grabbed his cock. “Nice. Been looking forward to fucking me?”
“Of course,” David said.
“You will address me as Mistress. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good,” she said, pushing him down on his back. She continued to tug and pull on his dick. She carefully placed a knee on either side his hips as she guided him into her. Once settled, she reached forward and placed her palms on his chest, slowly riding up the length of his shaft, then hard down on him, grinding her clit into his pubic bone. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “Yes!”
She lifted herself up, and then slammed down on him again, feeling his balls touch her ass. Once again she ground her mound into him hard. She watched his face for signs of pleasure. “Such a nice cock, slave. Were you stroking it while you were waiting?”
“No, Mistress.”
“You sure? You didn’t come before I got here, did you?”
“No, Mistress.”
“You better not have!” She grabbed a handful of his hair as she bent over and placed her mouth close to his. “You damn well better not have!”
“No Mistress, I didn’t.”
“Shut up, asshole. Shut the fuck up!” She slapped his face and dug her nails into his chest as she began to ride up and down his cock again. David winced under the mask; his teeth clenched as he endured the torture she was unleashing on him. Each time she came down she pressed in harder, and each time she could feel his cock swell within her. “You’re here to please me!” she said.
David felt his own orgasm mounting, and began to moan in rhythm with her bouncing up and down on him. She could feel his balls begin to tighten, and pulled herself completely off his dick. “That should do it,” she said.
Before David could register a complaint or gather his bearings, she was positioning his cock to the entrance of her ass. Slowly she pushed her way on to him, and sank down to take his entire length. She frantically rubbed her clit as she gritted her teeth and said. “Don’t you dare come! Don’t you even think about it!”
Her orgasm took over her body, forcing her to shake and shiver as she clenched down on his dick in her ass. The immediate pressure was more than David could stand, but her clenching and scratching prevented him from reaching his orgasm. Before he knew it, Leila had rolled off of him and stood at the foot of the bed. He could hear her movements, but couldn’t quite figure out what she was doing. She finished getting dressed and bent down to grab his shirt. She wiped her face,
making sure to leave as much makeup and lipstick on it as possible. She leaned over him, removed the mask and placed a key between his lips. “Thanks. See you later!”
“What? Are we done?” he asked, desperately trying to hang on to the key.
“We? I’m sorry, was this was about us? No, asshole. This was about me. I’ve finished. You weren’t worried about me the other night. You need to get cleaned up. See you in the office.”
The Golden Goddess
Elise looked up from her morning coffee, “Good morning son. Did you sleep well?”
Logan smiled at the family scene that was presented in the kitchen, “Pretty well. Honestly mom, I was thinking about heading back to the Boston house for the rest of the summer.”
His mother sat her cup of coffee down and glanced up at him over her laptop, “Oh Logan, I wish you wouldn’t! The Presidential Ball is next weekend, and I was so hoping you’d ask Leila. I doubt she’s ever been in the White House, and I bet she’d give you hugs and kisses for taking her?”
“I don’t know Mom, she doesn’t seem that into me.” Logan was still struck by the fact that he hadn’t heard from Leila all week. They’d talked on the phone several times but Logan wasn’t getting a warm fuzzy from her as far as a relationship was going. He couldn’t deny thinking of her, especially at night, but she seemed to be doing the ‘silent ditch.’ For the past few days she hadn’t returned his calls or texts at all. He was at the point of giving up on hoping for anything more from her. If he were honest he’d say that it’d hurt him more than he wanted to admit. Logan didn’t offer himself up on a silver platter often…and this was one of the reasons why.
“Did something happen? You wanna tell me about it, baby?” Elise’s face showed concern.
“Oh no, nothing I need to tell my mom about, that’s for sure! Leila is lovely, Mom. If you want me to ask her to the White House, I will.” In truth, there were very few things Logan would deny his mother. Besides, maybe he’d try one more time with Leila. Maybe they should start again, this time as friends.
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