by Abby Angel
Parker’s looking down at me with serious eyes, blue flames of ravenous lust dancing there. Before I can even say or do anything, he grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me up to my feet. I gasp as he does it, and then his hands go down my waist and he turns me around. He does it fast, laying one forearm across my shoulder blades and forcing me to bend over. I lay my naked chest across the surface of his desk, and then he grabs the knot on his tie, holding me by the wrists.
"Do it," I cry out, feeling vulnerable and exposed, and loving every second of it. Using his free hand, he caresses the contour of my ass cheeks, and then slaps me hard across them. I gasp again, not expecting it, and press my forehead against his desk. His hand falls on my ass over and over again, and each time I feel its impact is like a small explosion goes off inside my skull.
I’m still busy trying to process the way he’s smacking me when I suddenly feel the tip of his cock going down my ass crack. Grabbing his cock, he pushes it down until his shaft is pressed against my pussy lips, and then he just thrusts.
I grit my teeth hard so that I don’t scream, but that’s an almost impossible mission: his cock goes inside of me so fast, and stretching me so wide, that the pleasure I’m feeling just demands to be turned into sound. Somehow, I manage to keep quiet… But the quieter I get, the harder Parker thrusts.
Still holding me by the tie, keeping my arms stretched behind my back, he slams his cock into me repeatedly. The sound of his thighs slapping my ass cheeks fills the whole office, bouncing off the walls and getting back to me like some disjointed melody of sinful pleasure. The sound of taboo and lust.
"You’re so fucking tight…" Parker groans, thrusting so hard that the whole desk seems to rattle under my naked body. "I can’t get enough… of your pussy…" he continues, finally letting go of the tie and placing both of his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging deep into my flesh.
My eyes are closed now, but I can’t stop the fireworks from going off behind my shut eyelids. Ecstasy rushes through my veins, my heart pumping fast and loud, and I let myself be carried down a raging river of pleasure. Perhaps feeling me dangling over the edge, Parker takes one hand around my waist and, wasting no time, he finds my clit straight away and presses down on it with two of his fingers.
The moment he does it, an electrical storm starts raging inside my head. My thoughts seem to fly in opposite directions, banging against the inside of my skull, and even my eyes seem to be rolling in their orbits. I curl my toes, digging my heels into the carpeted floor of Parker’s office, and a shot of pleasure flies from there to my scalp, engulfing every single inch of my body in orgasmic madness.
"Oh God oh God," I repeat over and over again, like some forgotten mantra, trying to fool my brain into not screaming. It’s getting harder and harder to do, but so far I’ve managed to keep the noise to a minimum. Which, really, is a miracle, Parker’s fucking me so hard, that any other woman would just scream her lungs out until they simply exploded inside her ribcage. But this isn’t my first rodeo with Parker and, as such, I’ve come into this mentally prepared.
"More… I want more," I groan as Parker slides his cock out of my pussy. The moment his cock pops out, I push my forehead against the desk and use it as a leverage to get back up. I turn on my heels then, needing to face him, and he acts fast: he grabs me by the hips again and, pushing me up, sits me on his desk.
I spread my legs by instinct, and he closes the distance between us, his naked body between my thighs. Crossing my legs behind his lower back, I pull him into me until his cock is brushing against my drenched folds, and then I just look into his eyes and show him one exhausted grin.
"Go on," I tease him, spurring him with my heels, and he just returns my grin. The moment he thrusts, it’s as if a nuclear detonation has gone off inside my head; my inner walls move to accommodate his massive cock once more, and he drives it so deep inside of me that my body seems to be burning up from the inside out.
"As… hard… as… you… can…" I manage to tell him between breaths, his cock once more sliding in and out of me at that relentless pace. Hearing my words, he presses his forehead against mine, and then reaches for my lips with his. We kiss in abandonment, the pace of his thrusting growing into a maddening crescendo, and I simply forget where I am, or who I am. And no, I’m not exaggerating.
The whole world fades around me as if it was a mere illusion, and as if the two only real people in the universe were Parker and I. His body and mine. In this moment in time, we are one.
Locking him in place with my legs, tightening them around his waist like a vice, I force him to thrust as deep as humanly possible. I then throw my head back, hissing through my gritted teeth, and finally surrender to that wild urge that threatened to overtake me. I open my mouth and scream, my high-pitched voice reaching my eardrums as if it were poison.
Maybe I’m being too loud right now, but I just can’t help it. All I can do is hope that his office walls are thick enough to keep all the noise (and all our secrets) on the inside.
My pussy lips spasm around his shaft, tightening their hold around Parker’s thickness, and I feel small ants of ecstasy crawling under my skin. My brain is boiling; my thoughts have turned to ashes, and all I can think of is that this is the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life. It seems that each time I’m with him our connection grows stronger, and with it all the pleasure that takes us hostage.
Because, make no mistake about it, we’re hostages in here. Victims to the way our bodies crave each other. If we were rational creatures, we’d never allow ourselves to fall into this wicked dance. Danger abounds for both of us, and the more we walk down this road, the more the thorns on the side of the road seem to reach for us.
But even though we both know this, our needs are simply far too powerful for rationality to win. How can I be rational when he’s inside of me, his mouth pressed against my own? His hands roaming over my naked body, exploring and discovering the soft curves reserved for lovers?
This road might lead us to a precipice, but I’ll gladly follow it to the very end.
"Don’t stop…" I whisper into his ear, my lips brushing against his skin. "Don’t stop," I repeat, and he just takes one hand behind my back and undoes the knot that binds me. Once my wrists are free again, I place my arms over his shoulders and lock him into a tight embrace, pulling his body against mine.
We kiss once more, our tongues dancing around one another as he keeps on thrusting, this time more softly than before. "All the way…" I whisper again, and he pulls me into his embrace, thrusting hard and stopping all movement at once.
A violent spasm takes over his cock and, in a fraction of a second, I feel the warmness of his seed flooding my insides. I crush my mouth against his, kissing him as he comes, and my skin prickles as I feel my pussy brimming with cum, strands of it dripping down my thighs and pooling on the desk.
He keeps on coming for a long time, and we only stop kissing when his cock gives one violent, but final, spasm. Slowly, he slides it out of my pussy, and I tremble as I feel his thick inches leaving my body.
"Fuck, I needed this," he groans, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. I run my hand through his hair and, looking into his eyes, smile.
"So did I," I tell him, my body still wrapped in a blanket of mind-bending pleasure.
I came into this because my mother forced me. But the first time I shared my body with Parker, it all stopped being just a political game. I should be completely indifferent to everything that’s going on, but that’s not what's happening.
I’m starting to feel something toward Parker, and it sure as hell isn’t indifference. And that just makes the road I’m walking on even more dangerous than before.
New York Daily Journal
A Family Divided!
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Polls released yesterday evening show a statistical dead heat in the race for the New York Senate seat.
The
two contenders that were polled were New York City Mayor Parker Trask and his ex-wife Governor, Kate Meelios.
Speaking on condition of anonymity, sources from both campaigns described the mood internally as tense in both camps.
Sources said fear and dread at defeat were widespread within the Governor's campaign staff, as her displeasure at losing to her ex-husband is widely known. Governor Meelios has emerged as one of the premiere politicians in the state who use whatever ends to justify the means in getting their agenda passed.
Tensions were also high in the Trask campaign after sources confirmed that the Governor had indeed stormed into the Mayor's office recently this week and engaged in a verbal shouting match. While details were still shrouded in mystery, it appears that the Governor was not happy that her ex-husband was employing his stepdaughter for his campaign.
The daughter in question, Amy Aspen, brings some controversy. A noted women's rights advocate who believes that men and women should be judged equally when it comes to sexual freedoms, Ms. Aspen has long been outspoken in a woman's ability to live her life on her terms. This has caused her to embrace an unconventional career, leading a highly successful content creation company that focuses on adult entertainment.
When the Daily Journal interviewed sources within the Trask campaign, they expressed misgivings that the Mayor's daughter would only serve to alienate voters. Indeed, in head-to-head matchups, it's clear that there is a point to the fears. Most voters in New York City seem to favor Parker Trask, who they see as having fixed the schools, lowered crime and taxes, raised employment levels to record highs, as well as tackled and solved the chronic housing shortage that was leading to astronomical rent increases during prior administrations. Faced with these accomplishments, voters in New York City are more willing to overlook and forgive what they see as personal failings and idiosyncrasies of Mayor Trask.
However at a state level, Mayor Trask begins to lose popularity once the borders of New York City are on the horizon. In rural country sides and small towns and villages outside of the metropolitan area, it's actually the Governor, campaigning on an anti-city base that draws the most votes.
"Listen, you'll hear a lot of stuff about the Mayor and how he's gone around doing all these women and keeping pretty girls around him, and now he's gotten close to his stepdaughter—not that he's doing anything at all—and you can tell these are New York City values. Those values don't apply to rural upstate New York. We don't have crime problems that Mayor Trask can solve because we don't have crime. Because we don't have New York City values," the chairman of the Governor's upstate New York operation commented on the record.
With polls at historic levels of closeness and the election approaching, the individual actions of each candidate will be what determines this election. That means their actions will be scrutinized even further.
And that just means more juicy details for you!
Parker
The vibration on my wrist wakes me. It's my Apple Watch reminding me that I have a meeting with Susan in 10 minutes. I look over at Amy. She's sleeping peacefully. I smile at the way the sun catches her hair as it cascades down her shoulders.
It takes everything in me to resist the urge to reach over and press my lips to her warm skin. To touch her lips. But fuck, I remind myself that I have to stay focused.
I smile. What the fuck is happening to me? One minute, I'm New York City's bad boy "Pleasure" Trask, and the next, I'm … what is it exactly that's happening?
I guess I'm just hung up on this girl. Amy. And she's not just any girl; she's my stepdaughter. It sounds wrong, but feels so right.
I quietly slide out of bed, careful to not wake Amy, and I slip on my clothes. I take another look at Amy … her angelic, sleeping face and her perfect curves, and my cock already doesn't care that I have an upcoming meeting with Susan because I can feel it twitching in my pants. It's daring me to slip right back between the sheets.
Not now, I think, and I walk into the living room; I have business to take care of first.
Gracie Mansion is huge. It drips with history.
So when I walk into the main room of the house, I can't help but wonder about this building's place in history. Visions of Mayors past, and even early New York Federalists and Alexander Hamilton—okay, okay… now I really need to fucking focus.
I grab my coffee and sit on the couch, powering up a nearby computer. I launch Skype and immediately, Susan's call comes through with the sound of shrill ringing. The ringing seems especially irritating this morning for some reason. Maybe it's because I'd rather be back in bed with Amy.
"Well, aren't you an eager one this morning," I laugh. She's right on time, down to the second.
She eyes me suspiciously and continues, "You look tired. Sleep much last night?"
It seems like that's a thinly veiled question for something, but I shrug it off. "Apparently not enough, but this coffee should do the trick," I smile, pointing down at the steaming mug.
"Well, I have some news that may wake you up," Susan replies.
"Good or bad?" I ask, but then quickly say, "Give it to me either way."
"It's good," she replies. "You're probably winning … if you count New York City."
"Really?" I say with a yawn, running my fingers through my hair. I just remembered that I didn't bother brushing it before jumping on this meeting with Susan.
"Are you okay, Parker?" Susan asks.
"What? Of course I am," I say. "I'm fine. I just woke up, that's all. That's great news."
She thinks for a moment, and her silence tells me that she's onto me. I've never been good at hiding things from Susan. She sees right through me.
"Let me just ask you. What's Amy really doing on this team?"
"She's uh," I think carefully about what I should exactly label her as, "functioning as my advisor."
But it doesn't matter what I call her because Susan can sense that something's going on between us.
"Oh really? Is that what you're calling her?"
"Yeah, uh, look, I think we can talk more about this during—" I begin to say, but as soon as I do, Amy enters the room.
She's wearing one of my button-up shirts … only a few buttons clasped together … and nothing else. The shirt just barely reaches her thighs and I have the distinct feeling that if she were to turn around, I'd have a nice view of her ass. It's falling effortlessly across one of her shoulders, nearly exposing a breast. My cock takes notice and twitches in my pants.
I look back at my computer, realizing I'm still in a meeting with Susan.
Fuck. Susan's noticed Amy's entrance as well, and her eyes are nearly ready to pop out of their sockets.
"No way—you're fucking kidding, right?" Susan exclaims. "I can't believe I'm seeing this."
"Calm down," I say. "Look, I have to go; we'll talk again soon—I promise."
"Fuck that Parker," Susan says. "You're not getting out of this that easily. Do you realize what you've done? Do you realize what kind of shit you're in now?"
"That's a little dramatic," I reply.
"Dramatic?" she laughs, but I can tell she thinks that this is anything but funny.
"I don't really give a fuck what anyone thinks. You know that," I say.
"This is different," Susan says. "You're fucking your daughter, Parker! What's the public going to think about that?
"Stepdaughter," I correct her.
"How long do you think you can keep this hidden?" Susan asks.
I'm silent for a moment, and Susan continues, "You'll be kicked out of Gracie Mansion. You realize that, don't you? If Giuliani couldn't even stay there with his mistress, what makes you think you can stay there with yours … your stepdaughter no less?"
I'm still silent, trying to find the right words, and Susan, no longer able to stomach it all, drops a bomb into my lap.
"Never mind," she says. "I actually don't need you to answer any of those questions because I quit."
"Wait—" I begin to say, but
she interrupts me.
"I can't work with you."
And just like that, Susan's gone.
Fuck.
I'll have to figure out what to do with that news. If Susan wants to leave, I'll need to figure out a backup plan, but not right this minute. Right now, I turn my attention to the image of perfection—the sexy golden goddess now standing in the room like a magnet for my desire.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I say with a smile, getting up from the chair.
"I see your day's off to a good start. Working already, huh?" she smiles back.
"Not anymore … now that you're awake, I think we can do something else." And as soon as I say this, my cock knows exactly what I'm thinking.
Amy
I stand there in the middle of the living room with Susan’s words reaching my ears like a sledgehammer, hammering the truth deep into my soul like a long nail. I’m ruining Parker’s bid for the Senate. I’m ruining his life.
What am I even doing?
I can’t go on like this. I’ve played my mother’s spy for long enough. And, in doing so, I’ve… I’ve fallen for Parker. I need to admit it, even if just to myself. It’s time to quit this charade and, for once in my life, stand up for what’s right. I can’t destroy everything he’s working for, just so my mother realizes her political ambitions.
I need to put an end to this.
"I… I’m sorry, Parker," I mumble, taking two hesitant steps toward him. He turns toward me, a resigned smile on his face.
"What are you talking about, Amy? This is not your fault," he tells me, closing the distance between us and caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. "This has nothing to do with you," he lies, and his lie hurts more than the truth itself. He’s lying because he wants to protect me, to shelter me.