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The Professional Ch. 01

By: Heironymous



I went to work in Congresswoman Dollarhyde's field office right out of college. My intent was to take a year or two to work and save money, then go to law school and finish with as little in student loans as possible. I got the job through family connections, and spent most of my time fielding calls and requests from constituents in the Congresswoman's district.

The Congresswoman was a beautiful and accomplished woman in her mid to late 40's. Having worked as an executive in the health care field, she parlayed her success there into a seat on our County Commission, then in the State Senate, and finally a seat in the United States House of Representatives. She was a powerhouse and a workhorse, putting in 15 and 16 hour days with little time off. In spite of that she maintained a youthful appearance and had a fit body that was clearly evident underneath her power business suits. Her skin was tight and youthful, her eyes clear, her legs curvy, and her breast full yet always tastefully concealed.

Often, when she came home from D.C., I would act as her driver. To be honest, I was intimidated by her at first. She was such a powerful and accomplished woman with so much success and self-confidence. But as I got to know her, I couldn't help but like her. She was so honest, so straightforward, so caring about everyone around her. I could see why she had gravitated towards a life of service to others; she truly cared about people. I thought she seemed kind of lonely, but she maintained an upbeat attitude about life and about her work.

She would always ask me about my family. She remembered all my siblings' names, my parents' names, and would ask about each of them from time to time. I felt that she cared about me, about my education, and about my future. And in spite of the fact that there were rumors that she was a lesbian, she was often very flirty with me. I think the rumors came from the fact that she had very little private time in her life and that she just didn't have time for any relationship, whether it be with a man or a woman.

There was an important vote coming up in the House, and she called me from Washington. I was surprised when the receptionist told me it was DH on the phone asking for me.

"Michael, I need something and I need it fast. You were a statistics major before your senior year, weren't you?" I could hear the impatience in her voice.

"Yeah, but I switched when I realized I wanted to go to law....". She cut me off.

"I need to know how our District feels about this issue and I need to know soon. The party's pressuring me to vote with them, but I don't think I'd be representing the wishes of our voters if I do. I need to know which way to go on this." She hung up.

Long story short, I put together a telephone and email survey and had over three thousand responses in two days. When I called her with the results, she asked me what the statistical margin of error might be.

"It doesn't matter," I answered. "Even if the margin was 15%, the people in your district would still be soundly against it."

"That's what I thought," she said. She took a lot of heat for voting against the party, but she gained even more respect from the people in her district, more loyalty from her staff, and what could only be called devotion from me.

I began thinking about her all the time. It was similar to when I had fallen for Amanda my first year in college. I thought about her constantly when I wasn't around her, and couldn't drink in enough of her when I was. I spent every day that she was in D.C. waiting for the day she came home, and every day she spent in the District dreading when she'd go back. And my devotion to her was more than just work. I began thinking about what she looked like underneath her dark business clothes, and fantasizing sexual episodes with her. I must have put my cock in her a hundred times. In my fantasies, of course.

Here I was, just 21 years old, and I was completely infatuated with a woman more than twice my age. I think she must have known somehow, because her flirtations became even bolder, and only added fuel to the fire I was feeling for her. She would say things like, "Michael, you're such a stud, you must have the girls falling all over you. I know I would if I was your age." It was hard for me in more ways than one when she said things like this.

To say I was shocked when she offered me a job in D.C. would only be half the story. I was shocked, but I was also delighted and almost immediately became aroused at the thought of spending time with her. The job was more than I dreamed of; I was to be her personal aide. That meant I'd travel everywhere with her, spend my entire workday at her side, ready to assist her in any way I could. 

I moved to D.C. and was able to take over the sublease on an apartment that was being vacated by the person whose position I was taking. I soon got into the rhythm of her life, which was basically work, work, and more work. While she was on the floor of the House, I would accomplish the tasks of my job. When she was in her office, my office was right next door. When she went to a meeting, an event, or a cocktail party, I was either her aide or her "date". She had been ramping up her flirting with me and I often had trouble hiding the boner that would tent out my new expensive suit pants. I'm sure she noticed more than once.

Our relationship changed after an ugly scene on the steps of the Capitol Building. After another controversial vote, members of the press were pushing at her, badgering her with questions and blocking her way. Finally, exasperated, I walked in front of her and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Congresswoman Dollarhyde has had a rough couple of days of opposition on this matter. She will issue a full statement answering all your questions later today." I took her elbow and led her through the path that parted as my 6'2" husky frame started down the steps.

As we got into her waiting limo she took my hand. Once we were seated, she turned to me and looked me right in the eye. Still holding my hand, she said, "Michael, you are so good for me. For once in my life I was speechless and I was actually starting to panic. Thank you."

"All part of the job, my lady," I said, feeling somewhat lame. 

She leaned into her seatback and closed her eyes, still holding my hand on the seat between us. I was half-turned toward her on her right, and she was holding my right hand, so I was trapped in this 45 degree position. She would often grab a 5 or 10 minute nap in the back of the limo, but never while holding my hand. With her eyes still closed, she gave a gentle tug on my hand. I wasn't sure that was what I felt until I felt it a second time. I let my hand and arm go loose and when she tugged a third time she pulled my hand toward her. She gently pulled until my hand was resting on her thigh. She placed her hand over mine.

She was wearing a navy blue suit and her skirt had ridden up when she sat down. I glanced up to make sure Karl, her driver, couldn't see. The smoked glass partition was up and the windows were darkened so no one could see inside. Then I glanced back down and could see the creamy insides of her legs under her skirt. She began to move my hand in little circles on the top of her thigh, guiding it across her smooth skin. At this point I still thought that this was just a "comfort" thing, but I had a rock hard erection that I could feel throbbing in my pants.

I let my hand and arm go completely slack and she continued guiding my hand in small circles on her thigh. She was moving my hand higher and higher on her leg until I was well up under her skirt. Small circles, then up and down the top of her thigh, always moving higher each time she brought my hand up. Finally on one trip up, she guided my hand up across her panty line and I could feel where her leg met her pelvis and that funny sharp little bone there. Back down she guided my hand until it was at mid-thigh. She made a few small circles there, then parted her legs and pulled my hand down to the inside of her thigh. My mouth went dry and my heart started racing as she moved my hand in small circles across the soft skin of a spot that normally was well hidden under her dress. I could feel my hard, trapped cock pressing upward against the fabric of my pants and desperately needed to adjust, but I was too transfixed by what might be happening.

Then it happened. She began moving my hand up and down the inside of her thigh, across the creamy white skin. A little higher each time, then down. A little closer to the cunt I had been dreaming about each time, then down. Finally there was no doubt in my mind where this was leading. I was rubbing the inside of my fantasy woman's leg, only inches from her pussy. I didn't care that 20 years or more separated us. This was the body, the pussy, the woman I had been craving for months.

She moved my hand back up her thigh and spread her legs a little more. Then back down the soft skin, then immediately back up until my fingertips lightly brushed her panties. It was like a bolt of electricity went straight to my cock. Without lingering, down she pulled again and I let my fingertips trace gentle lines on the insides of her legs. She paused for just a moment, then pulled my hand back up until it was clearly placed against her panty-clad pussy. I could feel her heat. One more time she pulled my hand down the inside of her thigh, then pulled it up again, this time pressing it against her cunt as she pressed back with her pelvis.

She began moving my hand up and down her pussy while she gently pressed back against it. I could feel the heat and the moisture begin building in the thin fabric that separated my hand from her wet cunt. She moved her hand down and put pressure on my middle two fingers as she rubbed them against her wanting pussy. I felt the wet cleft of her slit as she pressed my fingers into her, then pulled them up to the top of her hot cunt. I began to feel the nub of her clit each time we reached the top. 

The fabric of her panties was becoming soaked and moved easily across the wet folds of her labia, but prevented me from burying my fingers in her wet hole, which I desperately wanted to do. 

Suddenly the car stopped and I looked up and realized we had arrived at our destination, a meet-and-greet. Evidently she had done the same because she leaned up for a moment and pressed the intercom button and said, "Karl, we're right in the middle of an important conversation. Please drive around until I let you know."

As the car pulled away from the curb, she began moving my hand again. Her eyes were open now and she looked at me. "I need you to finish me off before we get out." I smiled and leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest.

"I don't need that, Michael. I'm not looking for romance, I'm looking for relief. It's been a tough day." With that she closed her eyes again and reached down with her free hand to pull the gusset of her panties to one side as she moved my hand back over her drenched cunt. She guided my hand on two or three more trips up and down her wet slit, then let go, still holding her panties aside with her other hand.

I began to move my hand on my own, up and down her cunt, slightly penetrating her with each down stroke and making sure I gave lots of friction and attention to her erect nub with each up stroke. She was moaning quietly in a low-pitched voice as my fingers did their job. Her pussy was completely bald, and was wet and slick with her juices. After five or six up and down motions, each time slightly penetrating her, I plunged my finger into her up to the top knuckle. She gasped. Again I slid my hand up and rubbed her clit, then down and plunged two fingers deep into her. Another gasp and a hard push against my hand. I began thrusting my fingers in and out of her, moving up every five or six thrusts to run the length of my index finger against her clit. 

She was soaked and my entire hand was coated in her slick juice. I looked at her, so beautiful with the little wisps of gray at her temples, her brow knitted in concentration. I could tell she was getting close to coming and began concentrating on her slick clit, rubbing it with my fingertips, with only an occasional dip into the deep hole of her cunt. Suddenly she gasped, grabbed my wrist, clenched her thighs together and started bucking as she came hard against my hand. My fingers fought between her clenched thighs to find the inside of her pussy again. As she moved against my hand in wave after wave of orgasm, I forced my fingers back into her wet cunt and buried them deep inside her. That gave her one more forceful wave of orgasm as I felt the inside walls of her cunt contract on my hand.

When her orgasm subsided, she took a deep breath and relaxed against the back of the seat, eyes still closed. Still holding my wrist she opened her legs and slowly pulled me out of her vagina. I had somehow gotten most of my hand buried in her and I could feel every inch of her as she slowly pulled me out. She placed my gleaming wet hand on the seat between us, then sighed again and I thought she might have fallen asleep.

I leaned back in the seat and waited quietly, and finally after a minute or two, with her eyes still closed, she told me, "Tell Karl we're done with our conversation and he can drop us for 30 minutes at the location." She pulled her panties back over herself, pulled down her skirt and smoothed it, then instantly fell asleep.

I woke her when we arrived within minutes. She sat up straight, and looked at me with clear eyes. Reaching for the door handle, she laughed. "I'm going to be a little gooey at this event, Michael, and it's all your fault.

I quickly adjusted my hard-on and followed her out of the car into the waiting crowd.

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The Professional Ch. 02



After the initial shock of finger-banging my boss in her limo had worn off, I had to get down to business. It was my job to greet individuals as they approached DH and then to introduce them when she finished her short conversation with whomever she was speaking. I did this, all the while marveling at how only moments before she had been in the throes of a huge orgasm, and that she now had a gooey mess between her legs, yet she never missed a handshake or a smile, and never failed to call anyone by name. 

My head was virtually spinning, and I was having a hard time remembering the names of those I was supposed to introduce. I was so turned on my legs were shaking. When the event was finally over and we were safely back in the limo, she made no reference to what had happened, she only gave Karl instructions to take us back to her office, then began outlining what she wanted me to do for the rest of the day.

When I finally returned to my apartment after 9:00 that night, I pulled out my cock as soon as I got inside the door. I had considered going into the men's room to jack off early in the evening, but was afraid of being overheard. I had been so absolutely erotically turned on since the limo ride that I was almost bursting for an orgasm. I, too, desperately needed relief.

I lightly stroked my hardening cock as I headed to the bathroom for some hand lotion. I kicked my pants off as I passed my bedroom and continued down the hall. My 9-inch cock was rock-hard and jutting out in front of me. When I reached the bathroom I grabbed the bottle of hand cream and squirted some onto my palm. Oh, it felt good when my slippery hand started running up and down my hard shaft. I closed my eyes and started replaying the scene in the back of the car, but added my little fantasies to it. As my hand circled the mushroom head of my cock, I leaned in to kiss her and she didn't stop me. I stroked myself as I imagined that after a lingering kiss, I ran my hand up under her suit coat and squeezed her firm tit in my hand, running my thumb over her stiff nipple. She turned in the seat and pulled her panties off, spreading her legs so I could see her bald cunt. "Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me now," she moaned in my fantasy. I unbuckled my pants and just as I was about to slide my long hard cock into her, I felt my orgasm begin to well up from my balls. I stood on my toes and stroked faster, thinking about sliding my cock into her hot cunt, and soon I was spurting streams of pearly white cum all over the bathroom counter and into the sink. It was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, and it wasn't even with a woman.

Without cleaning up, I staggered to my room and fell on to my bed, my still-hard cock sticking straight up. What had happened today? I asked myself. Did I really have my hand up DH's wet cunt? My cock twitched when I thought of it, and my mind was drawn back into the fantasy in the back of the limo. I reached for myself and began stroking my still-slick length, remembering the feel of her thick, wet cunt, until I came again on the duvet. I didn't care. I pulled the covers down, crawled into bed, turned off the light and fell into a dream-filled sleep.

My alarm went off at 5:45 a.m. as always and I awoke hungry. I was still wearing my shirt, but I must have pulled my tie off during the night. I went to the bathroom, peed, and wiped the sink and basin clean of my dried semen. Turning on the shower, I stripped off my shirt and undershirt. When the bathroom was steaming, I stepped in and let the hot water wash over me.

Feeling refreshed by the shower I put on a robe and went in to the kitchen and made myself a quick breakfast. I stripped the bed and put everything, including the soiled duvet, into the washing machine and turned it on. I was dressed and out the door twenty minutes later, and got to the street just as Karl pulled up.

It was business as usual when I arrived at 7:30 a.m. with another 12 to 14 hour day ahead of me. The Congresswoman was already in her office, and I poked my head in to remind her that she had a subcommittee meeting at 9:00. I asked her if she wanted me to go with her over to the Building, but she told me that I should get caught up on planning the next trip back to the District. Though the House had a department that would make travel plans for its members, she liked me to take care of the details.

I worked through the morning while she was in meetings. At 11:00 a.m. I got a text from her: 'meet me 4 lunch at Adour, noon'. Adour was a French Bistro in the St. Regis Hotel close to the Capitol Building. I wondered if this was a business lunch, or if it was to be two lovers sharing some fine cuisine. I left the office at about a quarter 'til and walked over to the restaurant. I saw her car out front, with Karl leaning against the hood, gave him a quick wave, and entered the restaurant. I was momentarily blinded by stepping into the dark confines of the restaurant from the bright sunshine outside, but I was able to find the maître d' and tell him I was joining Congresswoman Dollarhyde. He led me to her table.

Sitting with her was her friend Ada Sinsheimer. Ada was a District Court judge who had been mentioned as a possible Supreme Court nominee the last time there was an opening. She was in her mid-fifties and was a little on the heavy side, but had a warm, endearing quality about her. The two were part of a circle of girlfriends, all powerful in D.C., and Ada was as close to DH as two powerful women can probably get to each other. They definitely both had their own agendas. I really liked Ada, though I had only met her once before.

I shook her hand as I sat down. She laughed and told me that DH had told her what a great job I was doing, and gave me a wink. I was mortified! Surely DH hadn't told her what had happened!

"And that's why I invited you to lunch, today, Michael," the Congresswoman cut in. "I have something to tell you." I wasn't sure where this was going, but I was getting nervous.

"You know, we haven't talked much about your job and your compensation," she continued. "I left that to the staff. But as of today, you are getting a nice raise, and you have finished your three-month probation. I'm moving you right to the top of the pay scale, and giving you full health benefits. That's why we're here.....to celebrate your success." They each reached for a glass of wine and I noticed that there was a glass in front of me as well. I picked it up, and we all clinked. "Here's to you, Michael," DH said. 

The judge chimed in, "Yes, Michael, here's to you." Then she turned to DH and laughed her hearty laugh. "And you're right, DH, he is gorgeous!!" My face reddened as I sipped the celebratory wine.

"I guess I should thank you for that, Ada," I said after I swallowed. "But I'm not sure how to take it." 

We all laughed together and the waiter came to take our order.

The lunch was great, the wine was superb, but the conversation was pretty boring. Here I was sitting with two of the most powerful women in the country, and there they were, talking about clothes and horses. As we stood to leave, I thanked Ada for coming and sharing my occasion. She reached up and gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Well, I guess its back to the slowly grinding wheels of justice for me. You two have fun." Again, I wasn't sure how much Ada knew and it made me uncomfortable.

We got into the limo and Karl pulled out for the short ride back to the office. "I'll need to see you in my office at 4:00," DH told me as the car glided along past the Mall. 

"Sure thing," I replied. I got the message loud and clear.

Precisely at 4:00 I knocked quietly at her private office. She beckoned me to enter and I stepped through the door and began to close it behind me.

"Lock it," she said as she stood up from behind her desk. She walked over to the couch at the opposite side of the large office. She sat down and looked up at me. "I need you to do that to me again. I'm feeling stressed." She turned and lay full-length on the couch. Raising her hips, she scooted her dress up. "Come over and sit down," she beckoned.

I moved quickly to the edge of the sofa and sat down alongside her. She began unbuttoning her blouse and when she pulled it apart I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Touch me," she said. I reached for her breasts, but she said, "No, down there," and she spread her legs apart. I saw her breasts, though. They weren't perfect; age had made them sag a bit and fall to the sides. But they were beautiful with perfect, pert, pink nipples standing at attention.

I reached under her dress and ran my hand slowly up the inside of her thigh. When I got to the top of her leg, I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. As soon as my hand touched her pussy she groaned deep and gutturally. I could feel that she was already wet with anticipation and I ran my fingertips up along the full length of her slit, slowly teasing her. Just as I was about to reach her clit, I changed direction and started back down. I slowly ran my fingertips very lightly down across her labia, just as light as a tickle. When I reached the bottom I paused and dipped my fingers in the wet pool of her juice that was gathering at the bottom of her hole as it began to seep out of her. I lingered there for a short moment, feeling the thick juice from her cunt on my fingers. Then slowly, I ran my fingertips back up the wet length of her cunt, this time with just the lightest of pressure. Again, just before I got to her clit, I reversed and started back down. She gave a soft, "mmmmmm", so I knew she was liking it. I ran my fingers ever so gently along the lips of her seeping cunt, lightly rubbing the smooth, hairless outer lips on each side of her vagina. After a few moments of teasing and tickling her outer lips, I moved my fingers downward again, and when I got to the very bottom, just before the "taint", I slid just the tip of my index finger into her. Again, the "mmmmmm". Another score on her pleasure center.

I moved the tip of my finger lightly in a circular motion just inside the opening to her wet hole, then slid it slowly up, up, up, until I was almost at her clit, then stopped and stayed completely still for a short moment. I looked up to see that she had her tits out, and that she was lightly pulling on her nipples and caressing them. Should I go up; up to her clit, or another trip down to her juicy hole? I paused and decided on one more trip down to her opening. I lightly trailed my fingers down, down, down until I reached her' taint' again. This time I didn't stop at her opening, but let my finger glide down toward her rosebud. I stopped before I reached it, though, and lightly massaged her wet, slick, gooey 'taint' for a moment before moving my finger up slightly and inserting it into her pooling cunt up to my first knuckle. I slowly did the circular motion again, exploring the walls of the opening to her womb. After a few more light circles inside her cunt and a couple of approving "mmmmmm"'s from her, I began the slow journey up towards her clit again. I moved as slowly as I could, feeling her wetness. She humped lightly once as my fingers traced through the folds of her pussy. 

This time when I got to the top I didn't stop. She gasped as the tip of my index finger moved across her erect clit. It was as hard as a small pebble, rising right out of the folds of her pussy. I flicked it and she gasped again. Another gentle flick and another gasp.

"God," she said. "That feels sooooo good." I glanced up to see her looking at me. I returned her gaze, looking right into her eyes as I manipulated her slick clit. She pulled on her nipples once, then closed her eyes and moaned. She raised her hips, pressing against my hand, letting me know she was ready for heavier stimulation. I began sliding all four of my fingertips across her clit back and forth, back and forth. I reached with my other hand and pulled the skin up at the top of her pussy, pulling the hood of her clitoris up, fully exposing her erect love bud. She began rocking her hips in synchronicity to my movements. I could feel her hard, exposed clit beneath my fingertips and I played it as a master might play his violin. She began yanking on her nipples as my hand gained even more speed, thrumming my fingertips across her erect instrument. She was getting close.

As my fingertips played across her hard nub, she splayed her legs as wide as the back of the couch would allow and began wildly thrashing her hips and pelvis. I stayed right with her, thrumming, thrumming, thrumming my fingertips across her clit. Finally she stifled a cry and I felt a gush of fluid against my palm. I brought my hand down and thrust three fingers into her cunt, just in time to feel the vise-like grip of her orgasm grab them and squeeze them, as if trying to suck more pleasure out of them. My head was spinning and I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. I moved my fingers in and out of her, more slowly each time, guiding her back down from her crushing orgasm as we both regained our senses.

When her waves finally subsided and she was able to gather herself, she looked up at me and said, "You are very good at that. Who would have known?" I smiled and stood up.

"All part of the job, I guess." I replied. I didn't mean for it to sound snarky, but I was afraid it had. I'd have gladly done it 3 times a day for her even if I didn't work in her office.

"Uh, oh," I heard her say. She pointed to my crotch and said, "You spewed."

I looked down and saw a large wet spot on the front of my pants. Had I come? Surely this couldn't have been pre-cum, there was far too much of it. I realized that's why I felt so flushed and heated right at the moment she had come. I had orgasmed right along with her, even though I hadn't been touching myself.

"Oh, great!" I declared. "I can't go out there into the offices looking like this!"

She laughed and stood up, walking over to her desk and picking up a manilla file folder. "Well, I called you in here to go over a file with me. Why don't you take it with you. It'll be good cover." Remembering when I used to have to cover my erections with my notebook between classes in middle school, I laughed and took it from her.

"I'll get right back to you on this," I said. She laughed and began straightening herself up, buttoning her blouse and smoothing her skirt.

"Now you need to get back to work," she said with mock sternness. "And I have to find my panties." I saluted with my sticky right hand, and moved towards the door. "And thank you, Michael. It's a great stress reliever for me."

I turned the knob and answered. "My pleasure, boss. Any time."

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-Heironymous



The Professional Ch. 03



My work for Congresswoman Dollarhyde, or DH as she was called, was progressing on two fronts. I was becoming indispensable to her as an aide and was also servicing her regularly with my hand. She constantly complimented me on my work as her aide; especially on my ability to "get things done quickly and correctly" as she put it. I had also become very good at getting her off, easing her stress when she felt overwhelmed. I had learned in no time how to get that done quickly and correctly as well.

My only problem was that I was becoming more and more engrossed in my relationship with her. The fact that she was twice my age didn't bother me. The slight sag of her 47 year-old body actually turned me on. Her body wasn't perfect, but it was beautifully proportioned and incredibly responsive to my touch. What did bother me was that we were stuck on me servicing her with my hand. I longed to feel her breasts, to suck on her stiff nipples. I wanted to hold her, to feel her pressed naked against me, and most of all, I desperately wanted to fuck her. The relationship was all one way, with me giving all the pleasure and receiving none. I wanted to ravish and devour her middle-aged body with my young manhood. I wanted to bring her to a crashing orgasm while I pumped my youthful seed into her menopausal cunt.

Whether it was in her office or in the back of the limo, I had taken to pulling her skirt completely up and her panties off, and watching her pussy while I manipulated it with my hand. She kept it perfectly shaved, except for a small patch of hair at the top. The patch was dark and curly, but lightly speckled with a gray hair here or there. Her lips were light pink, and her clit stood out proudly when she got aroused. As I teased her with my fingers, I could not only feel her getting wetter, I could see the first drops of fluid forming on the outside lips of her vagina until I smeared them against her puffy lips as I gave her the digital pleasure she needed.

I decided that the next time she called me in to her office I would make a move and try to push our relationship along a little bit. She had rebuffed me at every turn, changing the subject if I spoke about it, guiding my wandering hand back to her pussy, or just flat-out telling me to concentrate on bringing her off, not on the rest of her body. I had my plan, and I got my opportunity a couple of days later.

I was on a landline with another Congressman's aide when I heard a notification from my cell phone. I picked it up and saw that DH was asking to see me in her office. I had learned that if she buzzed me on the intercom, or called me through an open door, it meant that she needed to see me on a business matter. If she texted me, it meant to come right away and lock the door when I entered.

I ended my call and went directly to her office, entering without knocking. I closed the door behind me and locked it. DH was already prone on the couch, her head resting lightly on a pillow propped against the arm. She smiled when I entered the room and said, "Oh good. I was hoping you'd get here in a hurry." I made my way across to her and sat on the edge of the couch at about her waist. 

"What can I do for you, Ms. Congresswoman?" I asked jokingly.

"I have an itch and I need it scratched," she answered, looking coyly at me. I put my hand on her shin and gave a little scratch.

"Right here?" I asked.

"No, a little higher." I moved my hand up a few inches, still well below her knee.

"Then it must be here," I said. 

"No, still higher." I moved my hand up to her knee and lightly scratched. More of a tickle, really.

"Here?" I inquired.

"No. Higher." Her breathing was becoming more rapid. I moved my hand about a third of the way up her thigh and she wriggled her toes.

"Then it must be right here," I said as I moved my hand to the inside of her thigh and gave a light scratch.

"Mmmmmmm, no but you're getting closer," she sighed and spread her legs a little wider.

Moving my hand to within inches of her pussy, I scratched and rubbed gently. "Here?" I whispered.

She reached down and pulled my hand up to her unclad cunt and told me, "No, right here. This is where my itch is. Please scratch it for me." I began to lightly rake my nails over her naked lips. With no effort, my fingertips dipped into her wet, open cleft each time I went across it. She began her low, guttural moaning.

"Yes, that's it," she moaned. "Right there." I lightly flicked a fingernail over her clit, and she gasped. "Oh, yeah. Right there." With my other hand I pulled upward on her skirt and she raised her hips off the couch so I could pull it up, exposing her pelvis and cunt to my greedy eyes. As always, she had laid a towel below her butt and thighs. I dipped a finger in her hole and immediately pulled it out and ran it up to her clit, which I massaged gently. "Mmmmmmm," was the response I got.

I knew that she liked me to rub small circles around her clit, and that it excited her tremendously when I did. I knew that before I made my move, I had to have her at maximum feverish pitch. I worked steadily, her excitement increasing with each circle of my thumb around her clit. I began lightly running my index and middle finger in and out of her now soaking cunt as I continued to circle and tease her clit with my thumb.

Without stopping, I moved myself down towards the bottom of the couch. I knew the time was nearing. She couldn't make much noise in the office, but I knew when her orgasm was approaching, her pitch changed from a low groan to a higher mewling sound. I knew that when that started, she'd be minutes from her orgasm, and it was my time to make my move.

Sure enough, as soon as she started her mewling sound, I lifted her outside leg, moved forward, and planted my face on her cunt. Her body immediately tensed, and she grabbed my head as if to pull it away, but I held it forcefully steady and began to lick up and down her wet slit, stopping each time at the top to suck her clit into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. Little by little her pressure to remove my head from between her legs got weaker and weaker until she was just holding my head in her hands as I licked and sucked on her 47 year-old pussy.

She began to mewl again, and I knew that I hadn't lost any ground. I moved my right hand up to her pussy and inserted two fingers. She pushed back against my fingers as I slowly slid them all the way into her, as deep as I could get them. All the while I was still swirling my tongue around her clit and occasionally give it a suck. I withdrew my fingers as slowly as I had buried them, and moved my tongue and face down until I could stick my tongue up her cunt. I stuck it in as far as I could and tongue-fucked her while I wiggled my fingers, still at her wet opening. Evidently this excited her, because I could feel her get wetter, and her mewling more desperate.

She was fast approaching her orgasm now, and I moved my wet face back up and started sucking on her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth across it while I sucked it in and out of my mouth. I slid my fingers back inside her and moved them in and out slightly, still buried deep within her. The deep finger-fucking I was giving her combined with the sucking and licking of her clit was driving her mad, and she was thrusting her hips wildly in a vain attempt to get my fingers buried even more deeply inside her.

When she came, she held her butt up off the couch, grabbed my head and pushed my face into her cunt. With my fingers buried deep inside her, she let out a loud cry and let go a gush of cum against my face as I felt the walls of her pussy twitch with each wave of her orgasm. She just kept coming and coming, and I was afraid I'd run out of breath, my face clamped hard against her pulsating cunt. Oddly, I also wondered at that moment if she had gotten any of her cum on my collar or tie.

Slowly she stopped pulsating, rested her butt back down on the couch, and let go my head so I could take a breath. I moved only inches from her and inhaled deeply through my nose, smelling her lady-smell. She smelled musky and salty, perfectly matching the exquisite taste of her pussy. She was old enough to be my mother, but her cunt, her pussy, her twat, her vagina tasted and smelled like a virginal 20-year-old.

She took a few deep breaths, then said, "God, do you think anybody heard that?" Even though I was pretty sure somebody must have, and I was pretty sure a couple of people in the office suspected that my long trips into her office behind a locked door were more monkey-business than Congressional business, I told her, no, I didn't think anybody had heard it and that she hadn't been as loud as she thought. Although she was, and they did.

As she pulled her skirt down, I stood up and went for the box of tissues on her desk. My face was completely coated in her juices. I started to wipe my face, and she told me, "Go in and use my bathroom and clean yourself up. You're a mess!!" I could only laugh.

I went in to her private bathroom and ran some warm water over a washrag. As I washed my face, chin, and neck, I realized that even though I would still have to go home tonight and pleasure myself, I had gotten one step further along with the Congresswoman. Tonight I would have to fantasize about fucking her while I rubbed my cock myself, but I had moved the game one step closer. One step at a time.

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The Professional Ch. 04



I had progressed with the Congresswoman from servicing her with my fingers to servicing her with my tongue, but what I really wanted was to service her with my hard cock. Once I had broken down the barrier of oral sex, it was what she wanted every time. Our trysts in the back of the limo became rare, but she would often call me in to her office and have me on my knees in front of the couch with my head buried in her lap. She couldn't get enough of my mouth on her cunt and neither could I. But I was still pounding my cock alone at night in my apartment. 

It was a crisp fall day and we were planning a trip back to the District. It would be a hasty and busy trip. I had arranged for her to visit the Harvest Faire, to speak at a Quota Club fundraising dinner, and to meet with a group of farmers who were battling over water rights in the southern part of the district. She also had some personal business to attend to and I had blocked out some time for that. We were taking a red-eye flight that left at 11:00 p.m., and that day I got a text from her at about 3:00 in the afternoon: 'need to see you in my office'.

Knowing exactly what that meant, I went in and locked the door behind me. She was behind her desk, and I stood and waited for her to move to the couch as usual. When she didn't I raised my eyebrows and said, "Oh, maybe I misunderstood. Did you want to see me about something?"

She smiled and said, "Why, yes I did. Why don't you come around my desk, there's something I want to show you." I walked around the left side of her desk and as I did she pushed her leather chair back and swiveled it 90 degrees so she was facing me. I was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing a skirt or any underwear. She was completely naked from the waist down and had her legs spread wide so I could see her bald pussy.

"Like what you see?" she asked coyly. I don't know exactly why, but seeing this older, powerful woman sitting in her high-backed leather chair, naked from the waist down was tremendously exciting to me. It certainly wasn't the first time I'd seen her naked below the waist, but it had always been with her skirt pushed up , either on her couch or in the back of the limo. My cock was instantly rock hard and tenting out from my slacks.

"Absolutely," I answered. "I like it very much. You should know that by now!"

"Why don't you show me how much you like it?" she said, scooting her butt up to the edge of the chair.

I dropped to my knees on the floor behind her desk and started kissing my way up the inside of her thigh. I was so turned on!! I couldn't wait to taste her, and I plunged my head right into the V-shape of her legs and began licking her waiting cunt up and down. She was dry on the outside, but soaking wet on the inside. I licked the bald outer lips of her pussy and tongued her clit. She put her knees over my shoulders and scooted down even more to give me full access to her pussy. The angle was wrong, though. The seat was too low and I had to strain my neck to get my tongue up inside her.

I put my arms around her back, and with her legs still over my shoulders, lifted her and spun her around, setting her naked bottom on her desk. I sat down in her chair, pulled it to the desk, and without missing a beat, went back to feasting on her dripping cunt. My cock was straining in my pants. I was on fire. Something about seeing her naked below her waist, sitting at her desk, had inflamed me. I wanted so badly to fuck her, or have her suck my cock, or have her even touch me with her hands. But the only place she was touching me was the sides of my head. With her legs over my shoulders, lying back across her desk, she was grabbing my head and moving my head up and down the length of her pussy, smearing my face with her juices. She was still moaning in that low way she did, but I knew that soon she would feel her orgasm coming and start the high mewling. I was so turned on by this scene; her lying across her desk half naked with a man half her age eating her pussy.

I don't know what came over me, but I needed to fuck her. Almost without thinking, I gently removed her legs from my shoulders and stood up in front of her. Her pussy was right there in front of me, right at the same level as my cock, straining against my pants. Her eyes flew open, and she had a confused look saying, "Why did you stop when I was getting so close?"

Without saying a word I quickly unbuckled my belt, undid the clasp to my pants and pulled them down, exposing my rock hard cock. It was the first time she had seen it and her eyes widened when she saw the length and the girth of my stiff member. I moved forward and placed it against the opening to her wet hole. I let just the tip slide in and was hesitating before I pushed my long shaft all the way in to the hilt. I desperately wanted to come inside her.

Just before my thrust, she slid her butt back, dislodging me from her opening, and covered her mound with her hand. "No, Michael. No. That's not what this is all about."

"Please," I begged. "I want to fuck you so badly. Do you know how hard this is for me? Touching you, licking you, tasting you, feeling you come against my hand and face? And not being able to kiss you, or feel your touch, or put my cock inside you? Please!" I felt like a whining child with his mother, but I was so frustrated that it all just came blurting out.

She stood and gently pushed me away from her chair. Sitting down, she reached under her desk and grabbed her panties and skirt. She slid the undies on, then stood up and stepped into her skirt. "Sit down, Michael. We need to have a long overdue talk." She stepped into her pumps, sat back down, and smoothed her blouse over her full breasts. I walked around her desk and sat in one of the armchairs across from her.

"I have always made bad choices with men, Michael." I could tell she was still flushed from her sexual excitement by the deep red mottled color of the skin showing through the V-neck of her blouse. "For some reason," she continued, " I always choose the wrong guy. The bad boy. The guy who drinks too much, and doesn't think the laws apply to him. Or the guy that likes to rough up his woman from time to time." She looked down at the blotter she had just been sitting on while I lapped at her juices. Did she see a drop or two there? She remained silent for a moment, obviously lost in her thoughts.

"So when I decided that I wanted to have a career in public service, I knew that I had to give men up. I knew that there was a 90% chance that I would make a bad choice again, and that it would come back to haunt me as a politician."

"But I'm not a bad choice," I stammered.

"Yes you are, Michael. You're twenty five years younger than me and the press would have a field day with that. And that's off the point, anyway. I don't want a relationship. I've given up on that until after I retire from public life, and I'm not even too sure about then. That's why I need you so badly to get me off and keep me on an even keel. All business, no emotion."

I looked at her with pleading eyes. "But why can't you get off by me fucking you instead of me servicing you with my hands?" I looked at the desktop. "Or my tongue?"

"Because women don't work that way, Michael. As soon as we start having real sex, I'll start feeling like we're in a relationship, and it won't stop at just sex. It will turn into love, or something resembling love, and a relationship, and I won't be able to stop it. It's just how women are."

"So that's it?" I asked. "I just service when you need it, and get nothing in return?"

"You do get something in return, Michael. You get access to the wealthy and the privileged. You ride in limos, you travel first class. You walk through the halls of power. But you have to make a decision. Can you live with that? Is it enough for you?" I suddenly wasn't sure if my flight tonight was going to be round-trip or one-way. And I knew that I desperately wanted it to be round-trip.

"Yes. It's hard, but I wouldn't give it up for anything. I love working for you, I love being around you, and I love doing what I do to you. I just wish it could be more." I looked away, out the window, and saw the Washington Monument in the distance.

"It can't, Michael. Look, I'm not stopping at Congress. I have plans, and you can be a part of them. But I do understand that you need more, and I'll see what I can do for you." She stood, indicating that the meeting was over.

I looked back, wondering what she meant by that, but before I could ask, she said, "Karl will pick us up here at the office to take us to the airport at 9:30. Be ready to go." I stood and nodded, then headed for the door. "And thank you, Michael. Thanks for understanding."

I headed back to my office and worked for a while. I wasn't getting much done, but I just went through the motions until 9:30, when we went downstairs to find Karl waiting at the street with the limo running. We got in the back and DH immediately got on her cell phone and started calling friends and family back home. She never said a word to me until we arrived at the airport, and then we bogged down with ticketing, going through security and getting to our gate. We sat side by side in first class, and once the plane was in the air, DH turned off her light, put a sleeping mask on and tilted her seat back. I pulled out my laptop to review the schedule back in the district and once I was sure all was in order I closed my laptop and reclined my seatback as well. Sitting there in the darkness, feeling the vibration of the engines, I closed my eyes. 

After a minute or two I felt DH lean over to me and heard her whisper very quietly in my ear. "You know you really had me worked up today, and I'm still feeling horny." She had a blanket over her lap, and she reached forward and let down the tray from the seatback in front of her, further covering her lap. She moved the blanket so it was covering my lap as well, then reached under it and took my hand. She pulled my hand over and placed it on her panties. Somehow she had managed to get her skirt pulled up so when she spread her legs I had access to her crotch.

She leaned over and whispered again, "I'll try to be quiet." I smiled in the darkness and lightly stroked the cotton gusset of her panties. Taking my time, I gently stroked her for five minutes or so. I could feel the moisture building in the material and I could feel the heat radiating from her vulva. She was making small circles with her hips, almost imperceptibly. I could feel the moist cleft of her vagina through the panties and could feel that she was getting slick with her own juices. The only sound she made was one heavy sigh.

I moved my fingers up to the waistband of her panties, then slid my hand inside against the skin of her stomach. I could feel her little patch of salt and pepper pubic hair at my fingertips. I moved my hand down slowly until I was cupping the mound below her pubis, with my fingers pointing towards her back door hole. I just rested my palm against her wetness and let it lay there for a while, feeling her flexing her kegel muscles against my hand. After another five minutes or so I began rubbing my palm against her mound, moving it up and dragging it across her clit. I was cupping her and rubbing her, giving her entire vulva a firm yet gentle massage. I could feel her squish below my hand and felt the velvety softness of the folds of her labia.

As I cupped and massaged her vulva, I let my middle finger penetrate her just a little bit. Her wetness was pooling at the opening to her hole, and I let my fingertip swim in her nectar as I massaged her vulva and clit. Little by little I slipped my middle finger deeper into her. There was no sound except the muffled roar of the jet engines. Her breathing was ragged, but she was maintaining silence.

I ran my middle finger in and out of her slowly as I continued her vaginal massage. Then I curled my finger and hooked it up behind her pubic bone. I searched around until I found the rough patch of skin at her G-spot. I slowly rubbed her clit with the heel of my palm while I applied pressure and rubbed her G-spot in a circular motion. I kept up a steady rhythm, building it little by little, speeding up almost imperceptibly like the movement of the second hand of a watch. 

Her breathing became louder, but she didn't make a sound. She was taking sharp, short breaths. Suddenly her breathing stopped and I felt her tense her legs. Her body shook as her orgasm overtook her, but she held her breath and didn't make a sound. I kept rubbing her G-spot all the way through her body-wracking orgasm, until I felt her stop shaking, start breathing, then her legs relax, then the rest of her body. 

I pulled my finger out of her and gave her mound a light rub before pulling my hand out of her panties. It was wet and slick with her juice. To my great surprise she reached over and gave my rock-hard boner one gentle squeeze. She leaned over again and whispered very softly in my ear, "And don't worry. I have a plan for him when we get back to D.C."

Had she reconsidered? I knew better than to ask, so I put up her tray table, straightened the blanket on our laps, then leaned back and closed my eyes. I didn't wake up until we were landing.



The Professional Ch. 05



Our trip back to our District was great. I got to spend some time with my Dad and stepmother, Alicia, who was really the only mother I had ever known. My real mother had died giving birth to me, and Alicia was my Mom as far as I was concerned. I never knew my real Mom's family; Alicia's family was my family. 

I was back in the office where I used to work, but this time I was the Big Man from the D.C. office.  It was really fun, and my former coworkers spared me no grief in how they ribbed me. As always, the Congresswoman had a hectic schedule, but she did manage some office time, meeting directly with her constituents to listen to their problems and tell them she would do as much as she could to help them.

While there I was constantly mulling over her cryptic remark that she understood that it was tough for me to have to service her and give her pleasure, but that I got none in return. She said she had a plan, and that ramped up my erotic fantasies about her threefold. But I had no way of knowing if her plan included me fucking her silly or not. I certainly did hope so. How could I be this crazy over a woman twice my age?

Our return trip to D.C. was during the day, so it was filled with work instead of advanced foreplay. We landed at Dulles late in the afternoon and went directly to the office. It was a long limo ride, and I wasn't surprised when DH took hold of my hand and put it up her dress as soon as Karl closed the door.

"Ooh, I wanted you to do this on the plane, but I couldn't figure out how," she said as I lightly pinched the puffy outer lips of her vulva through her panties. It took me less than ten minutes to get her off, and when she had put herself back together I broached the subject of "her plan".

"You told me you had a plan before we left for the District. Are you ready to share?" I was hoping that maybe her plan was to return the favor and give me a handie.

"Yes I do, and yes, I am," she replied.

"I'm all ears," I said, sliding a little closer to her.

"Well," she started. "You remember my friend, Ada, the judge? She needs a little favor."

"What kind of favor?" I didn't like the sound of it already.

"I think you know what kind of favor, Michael." She leaned in towards me.

"Ada?" I asked, somewhat shocked. "She's got to be 55 years old if she's a day. And not all that slim and trim, I might add." Having sex with Ada would have never crossed my mind. "I don't know....." I said hesitantly.

"Oh, Michael, a pussy's a pussy. Anyway, the President has already told Ada that when the Chief Justice retires he's going to nominate her. She knows I'll support her vocally, even though we're on different sides of the political aisle. But if you sleep with her, we'll own her. Especially with certain proclivities she has. Like it or not, Michael, this is how politics works. It's about getting people to owe you favors. Ada will owe us big time."

"Still," I said. "I'm not even sure I could get it up for her." And I was more than a little worried about the word "proclivities".

DH laughed and said, "Oh, I don't think that will be a problem. Just think about what you were just doing to me. I noticed you had a pretty big hard-on just now. Just think about my hand wrapped around your cock while you're doing it to her. And who knows, if you're a good boy, maybe your dreams will come true." She gave me a sidelong glance.

Long story short, I eventually agreed and DH gave me Ada's address. I saw that it was in the Watergate Building. When DH wrote down the address for me she also wrote down '10:00 tonight' below it. Wow, not wasting any time, are we?

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I caught a cab at 9:45 from my apartment and told the cabbie that I was going to the Foggy Bottom area. I had gone home after work, grabbed a bite to eat, taken a shower, and put on some Dockers and a polo shirt. When the cabbie pulled up to the Watergate, I over-tipped him and told him to wish me good luck, which he replied to by saying something unintelligible in a foreign language. 

I had been ready to turn back for the entire ride, and I still wasn't sure I was going to be able to go through with it. Judge Ada Sinsheimer? I couldn't imagine having sex with her, but here I was in front of the Watergate getting ready to do just that. She was old; she was chubby; she was married; and she just wasn't anyone with whom I would normally even think about having sex.

I found the front door and announced myself to the doorman, who told me I was expected. It took me a few minutes to get up to her apartment, and I felt ready to flee at any minute. Riding in the elevator made me feel like a trapped animal in a cage. When I finally found her door, it took all my willpower to knock. Once done, I was all in.

Ada opened the door and I was relieved to see she really wasn't as old and fat as I had made her out to be in my mind. Yes she was older, and yes she was a bit overweight, but she really looked very nice and fresh, dressed in a cream-colored linen pantsuit. She invited me in and as I stepped across the threshold I was taken by the size and beauty of her apartment. It was tastefully decorated and had a great view of the JFK Center and the Potomac. Ada stepped forward and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and thanked me for coming.

"I was thrilled when DH said you were going to come by, Michael," she said as she closed the door behind me. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Sure, I answered. "Martini if you've got olives, please." 

"Martinis are my specialty, darling. Do you like yours dry?" I couldn't help but hope she was talking about the martini.

"Yes," I answered. "Very dry." I almost winced when I said it because a very bad image popped into my mind.

She moved behind the wet bar against the far wall and I followed her over and sat on a stool. She pulled a bottle of Bombay Sapphire from the back shelf and poured a heavy dose into the shaker, followed by four drops of dry vermouth. After adding ice, she closed the shaker and began shaking the drink with two hands above her right shoulder. I started getting cold feet again as I saw her overweight body shake every bit as much as the martini. Pulling two chilled glasses from a cooler below the bar, she filled both, dropped a couple of olives in each, then a coiled-wire olive retriever in each glass, and handed one to me.

"Cheers," she said as she raised her glass.

"Cheers," I repeated and clinked her glass gently with mine. I might need two of these, I thought to myself.

"Come sit down on the sofa, Michael." She walked into the spacious living room and stood waiting for me to join her. After I sat down, she sat next to me at a respectable distance.

"You have a beautiful apartment, Ada," I said as she took a sip of her martini.

"Let's not beat around the bush here, Michael." She set her drink on a coaster on the coffee table. "You know I've been married to my husband, Marvin, for 31 years." 

"Yes, DH mentioned that you had been married for a long time."

"Well, Marvin isn't what you'd call exciting. I love him very much, and our life together is wonderful. But Marvin, well, Marvin is really kind of a homebody. I love the excitement of life here in D.C. but Marvin prefers to stay home with the dogs, close to his dental practice, and lead a quiet life."

"Well, I don't really see anything wrong with that. I love D.C." I said. "But it's definitely not for everybody."

"Yes, well that leaves me with a lot of time alone without my husband." She took another sip. "And that would probably be okay, but there's another thing about Marvin."

"What's that?" I asked, feeling as though I had taken her bait.

"Well, Marvin likes his sex pretty tame. Very little foreplay. Him on top. He's kind of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy. But a wonderful husband in every other way." Rather than reply, I took a sip of my drink. It was very good.

She continued when I didn't reply. "Me, I'm a little different. I have my fantasies, you might say. I like it a little kinky.  I tried to get Marvin to go along with some of it, but it was like trying to teach a cat to bark like a dog. It just wasn't going to happen."

Well that's interesting," I said, not knowing how else to respond.

"Oh, it's interesting, Michael. It's very interesting. Would you like to know what it is that I like?"

"Absolutely," I replied with no hesitation. I didn't know if I was going to like doing it, but I was definitely very interested in knowing what kinds of kinky things this middle aged, frumpy-looking, female Federal judge fantasized about.

"What are you, Michael, twenty two, twenty three, something like that?" She seemed as cool as a cucumber, but must have been a little nervous. She took a gulp of her drink, a little too large, probably for courage.

"About that age," I said.

"Well I hope I don't scare you away, because at your age, just doing it is probably exciting enough. But you know, after 35 years having sex, you look for a little more excitement, a little more edge to it." I suddenly felt very calm knowing that she was nervous and that she was, in fact, beating around the bush.

"What is it you like, Ada? I asked looking directly into her eyes.

"Well, here's what I like, Michael. It's what you might call role-playing. Your role is a guy who breaks into my apartment while I'm sleeping. You take me against my will, Michael, and I'm your victim. You break in, and you force yourself on me. You take your time, and you're rough with me. And even though I might fight you and say no, you do it anyway." I looked at her and didn't even blink. I just nodded my head slightly.

"But there are three things that are a must with me, Michael, if you agree to do this." She was getting a bit flushed and she grabbed her martini, finishing it in one last gulp.

"And they are?" I asked.

"First, if I say the word "Winnebago", you stop. If I beg you to stop, you don't stop. It's a safe word. In my role as the victim, I might beg you to stop, but you don't stop unless I say Winnebago."

"Ok, that's simple enough." I took a small sip of my martini.

"Second, you can hurt me but you can't injure me. There's a difference. And no marks where anybody might see them, or that last for more than a week where they can't. Marvin's coming in a week and I don't want to explain any bruises or marks on my body."

"Ok. I can hurt you, but not injure you. Do you want me to hurt you?" I was actually starting to kind of get into it.

"Not anything bad. But, you know, it might hurt a little getting held down and forcibly raped. But you should use lube."

"And the third thing?" I asked, finishing off my drink.

"Absolute secrecy. You can't tell a soul. That's between you and me, forever. I trust DH and she says you can be trusted." I could tell that talking about it was starting to get her hot. Her face and chest were flushed red, and she was far more animated than she had been earlier.

"Sure," I said. She hesitated a minute. 

"So you'll do it?" she asked, scooting towards me on the couch.

"Sure," I said, leaning away without even thinking about it first. "How do we start?"

"I already thought of that!" she said, leaping up from the couch. "I'm going to go in and get ready for bed. You wait out here for about fifteen minutes. Pour yourself another drink, watch a little T.V. There's a bag behind the bar with some things you might want for your role. I'll be in bed, and after about fifteen minutes, you sneak into my dark room and wake me up and start."

"Sounds good to me, Ada," I said and stood as well.

"Okay, then," she said as she moved towards the bedroom door. "Fifteen minutes." She paused when she got to the door and turned to look at me. She was like a kid in a candy store. "And, Michael, unless I say the safe word, nothing's off the table. Do you get that?"

I nodded. "Loud and clear, Ada. Loud and clear." She gave me an odd little wave, opened the bedroom door and then closed it behind her. I was alone in her living room. I looked at my watch to mark the time.

My first thought was of DH, and how what I was about to do would be helping her. I also thought about her comment telling me to think about her with her hand around my cock if I had trouble getting it up; and about how my dreams might come true if I came through for her on this.  I might be fucking Ada tonight, but it was fucking the Congresswoman that was still my number one goal. I walked over to the bar and poured myself some gin on the rocks and tossed in a couple of olives. I bent down and grabbed the oversized bag tucked away in the corner. It was black, with "Barney's New York" emblazoned on both sides, with black hemp-like handles. Taking both that and the drink, I walked over and sat back down on the couch.

I took a long pull on my drink and checked my watch. Twelve more minutes. I spilled the contents of the bag onto the cushion of the couch, and was surprised at what I saw. The second thing I noticed was the whip. It was a cat-o'-nine-tails model with a short handle, made of black leather. Then the huge black dildo, shaped like the real thing, balls and all. A butt plug, a Zorro-type mask, condoms, a blindfold, two pairs of handcuffs, about eight or nine 4-foot lengths of silk, each about three inches wide, eight or ten nipple clamps, and a small bottle of Astroglide.

The whip was the second thing I noticed. The gun was the first. It was a glock, 9mm, with no clip. I checked the chamber to make sure it was clear, which it was. A gun with no ammo is a prop, but still; a gun is a scary yet powerful thing to hold in one's hand.

I took another slug of the gin and leaned back into the couch. All the talk about role-playing and sexual fantasies and the toys in the bag had served their purpose. I was starting to get aroused. My mind was working on sex, and my cock was responding. It wasn't hard, but it was firm and I was very aware of it in my pants. I was going to make this good. I was going to get my rocks off for sure, but I was going to give Ada what she wanted as well. I'll play my part and allow her to play hers.

I looked at my watch again, and saw that only five minutes remained. I polished off my drink and stuffed everything back into the bag except the Zorro mask, the Glock, and the blindfold. I walked over to the window and gazed out at the peaceful Potomac. I was getting focused; getting ready to do this. I just had to remember that when she told me to stop, I shouldn't stop. I would only stop if she said the safety word.

Finally it was time and I walked back to the couch, popped both the olives in my mouth, and put on the mask. I held the Barney's bag in my left hand and the gun and silk ties in my right. I walked quietly over to the bedroom door and put my ear close, listening for any sound coming from the room. When I was sure that she wasn't moving around, I quietly turned the doorknob with my gun hand and slowly pushed the door open.

As soon as the opening was big enough I slid through. I could see Ada looking sound asleep in the bed. She had left the light on in the bathroom and the door a bit ajar. There was also a night light behind the door I had entered through, so the room was dimly lit and I could see Ada "sound asleep" on her back. I tiptoed over to her and set down the Barney's bag quietly next to the bed. Moving quietly up in front of the nightstand, I leaned over and poised the gun just next to her temple, then clamped my hand over her mouth.

Her eyes flew open, and as soon as I was sure she was "awake", I put the cold steel of the gun up to her temple and whispered, "If you make a sound, I'll hurt you bad." The look of terror in her eyes seemed completely real. I moved my hand up to cover her eyes and repeated, "Not a sound."

I climbed on to the bed and put my full weight on her stomach with one of my knees on each arm, not worrying about hurting her, which I normally would. Once I knew I had her under control, I set the gun on the nightstand and told her, "Close your eyes. If you open your eyes, I will harm you." I removed my hand and she had her eyes clamped shut. I took the blindfold and tied it around her head, knotting it at the back. Once she was blindfolded, I took off my mask and bent down and grabbed two of the silk ties out of the goody-bag. 

"Give me your left hand," I whispered close to her face. She withdrew her left arm from under the covers and I grabbed her wrist and knotted a silk tie around it. Then I leaned forward and tied the other end to the top corner of the headboard on that side, leaving her arm extended and elevated. "Now the right," I whispered menacingly. I repeated the procedure with the right arm. 

Once I had her arms controlled, I got off her and pulled down the covers. I should have anticipated what I saw, but I had been more focused on the "how" of what I was going to do than on the "to whom". Ada was wearing a red and black see-though negligee. Her skin was very white and she was overweight and slightly puffy. Her thighs were thick and her breasts were pendulous. For some reason, though, I found the situation sexy, and that was enough. I had her tied up in her bed and she was completely under my control, and there was something about the situation that stimulated me. I could feel myself getting harder.

I tied each of her feet to the bottom bedposts, leaving her spread eagled. She fought me when I tried to tie her legs, and I had to slap her once on her beefy thigh to get her attention. With all her struggling, though, the negligee had ridden up and her thick bush was fully exposed to me as I tied the knots on the silk ties that would control her while I had my way with her.  Even in the dim light I could see that the carpet matched the drapes. Her pubic hair was red speckled with gray, just like the hair on her head.

"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered in a terrified voice.

"Well, from the look of things, whatever I want," I replied sinisterly. I dropped my pants to the floor, making sure she could hear my zipper go down, and climbed up on the bed. I straddled her and plumped the pillows under her head, elevating it. My dick wasn't rock hard, but it was firm, and I knew what would get it hard. I moved forward and put the tip up to her mouth. She immediately clamped her lips shut.

"Suck my cock." I ordered her. I saw her clamp her mouth shut even more.

"Suck my cock, I said!" Still her mouth stayed shut.

"Okay, we'll play it your way, then." I said as I leaned over and grabbed the Barney's bag. Reaching in, I grabbed a nipple clamp and lifted my butt off her tits. I pulled down the strap of the negligee and pulled out her left tit, then clamped it to her nipple. I heard her gasp as I pinched it closed. I put my cock back up to her mouth.

Suck it," I repeated. Still nothing. "Okay, I've got lots more of these." I clamped one to her right nipple, which was distended at least an inch and a half. Her tits were huge; big, white, doughy, floppy tits. But her nipples were like pencil erasers. I put my member back up against her lips, expecting her to open up so I could slide it in. Still nothing, so staying on the bed, I got off her and moved down to her pussy. I took a nipple clamp with one hand and reached for her pussy with the other. I found her slit with my thumb, and pinched her outer lip with my index finger. I gave it a hard pinch, then attached a clamp to it. I wondered if she'd be needing any lube. She was already running with thick, mucous-like juice. As I pulled my thumb away a thick strand of moisture extended for a moment between her cunt and my thumb. It suddenly dawned on me that she must have pre-lubed while getting ready for bed.

I moved back up to her face and pushed my cock against her lips. She shook her head, keeping her mouth clamped tight. I attached another clamp to the lip on the other side of her cunt. Again I pushed my cock against her mouth, and again she refused me. I was getting upset. I was getting horny. I wanted to get my dick sucked. I'd had enough of not getting what I wanted with DH. I slapped her face.




The Professional Ch. 05



"Suck it," I commanded. Still nothing. I slapped her again. "Suck me!" She just shook her head again with her mouth shut.

I moved down and got off her again. I rolled her over as far as I could and began to spank her bottom, hitting the same spot over and over to get it nice and red and sensitive and painful.  As I spanked her I told her how I was really going to hurt her if she didn't suck my cock and do it right. "No biting!" I almost shouted as I spanked and saw the red welts starting to rise.

I was rock hard, now, and wanted to get my cock sucked. I rolled her back over and moved back up and put my cock against her lips, trying to force it into her mouth. Still nothing, but then it hit me. I took my thumb and forefinger and pinched her nose shut. She kept her mouth shut for about twenty more seconds, her chubby, freckled face beginning to turn red. And then she had to do it. She had to open her mouth to breathe, and when she did, I slid my cock right in.

She grunted once and tried to move her head to dislodge my cock, but I reached down and held her head steady. "If you bite me, I'll hurt you really badly," I said as I started sliding my cock around in her mouth. With that she gave up and started sucking me into her mouth. I realized she must wear dentures, because instead of teeth, all I could feel were her gums running over the shaft of my cock. I pulled out until just the tip was at her lips, and she sucked me back in, running her tongue around the sensitive area below my mushroom head. I started slowly fucking her mouth while she sucked and licked like a toothless pro.

I felt an orgasm coming from a great distance, and pulled out, not wanting to come so fast. When I took my dick out, her mouth and tongue began desperately searching the air in front of her face for it. Once she gave in, she couldn't get enough. I took my hard cock and slapped her cheek with it. She turned her head and groped for it with her lips and tongue. I pulled back, then slapped her again with it, this time on the other cheek. She whipped her head around and again began searching the air for my cock. This time I gave her what she wanted and she gave a little groan as I slid it back in, and slowly started fucking her mouth again. 

"I'm going to go all the way in," I warned her, and pushed until I felt my cock slide into her throat. She gagged, and I took it completely out. 

"Relax your throat muscles," I told her, and slid my cock back in to her throat. She gagged again, and this time I pulled it out of her throat, but not out of her mouth. "Now," I said and slowly pushed my cock to the back of her mouth and felt it enter her tight throat. She fought the gag, and I pulled it out, gave her a second, then pushed it back down a little further. Again she fought the gag, and I repeated, going a little further down her throat.

"Okay," I said. "All the way this time. Breathe through your nose." I slid my cock down her throat and she conquered the gag reflex right away. I kept sliding it down until all nine inches were buried in her throat and mouth and my pubic hair was against her nose. I slowly began fucking her down her throat as she wheezily breathed through her nose in rhythm with my movements. It felt so fucking good, and for a moment I envisioned DH below me, taking my cock down her throat. That got me close to coming again, so I pulled it out. I waved my cock in front of her face while she tried to get it back in her mouth.

"I think you liked that a little too much. I must have lucked out and broken into a slut's apartment, tonight," I slapped her cheek with my hard dick. "You probably can't wait for me to fuck you now."

"No, please don't," she cried. "My husband...."

"Fuck your husband", I said, really getting into the role. "How big is his cock?"

"Small," she said quietly. "It's small, but he's the only man I've ever been with." I moved down and slapped her huge left tit with my cock.

"Well, like it or not, tonight you're going to find out what a real cock feels like." I slapped her other tit.

"Please, no. Anything but that. That's only for my husband." She was being so convincing that I wondered if she was telling the truth. But no, she'd say Winnebago if she was telling the truth.

"There's another place you could do it, and leave my vagina for my husband." She sounded like she was about to cry. I moved down so I was sitting on her chubby stomach and took the clamps off her nipples. I took one side of her negligee in each of my hands and pulled until I felt it tear, then I ripped it completely off her. Her chubby, middle-aged body was completely exposed. 

I reached into the bag and got out the Astroglide and squirted some on the area between her breasts and on the inside of each breast. Pushing her breasts together with each of my hands, I put my cock in between and enclosed it in the soft, lubed confines of her deep cleavage. I started moving my hips.

"Are you saying you'd rather I fuck you in the ass?" I said as I tit-fucked her. She must have been a lawyer before she was a judge. She was trying to negotiate with me while I was pretending to force her to have sex with me!

"I'd rather you didn't fuck me at all," she snapped. I pinched her nipple hard. "Ow!" she cried. I continued my tit-fucking.

"Well I'm going to fuck you, you can bet on that. And I'm gonna fuck you wherever I want to fuck you. Maybe I'll fuck you in both places." That gave me an idea.

I went back into the bag and pulled out the butt plug. I squirted some lube on it, and rolled her over again as far as I could. Her fat butt was stark white in the dim room, and her pubic hair extended up into the crack of her ass. I spread her cheeks and squirted some lube in her crevice, then placed the plug against her rosebud.

"No, please no!" she cried. I gave it a little push.

"I'm begging you, please, don't do that!" Again, she was almost crying and very convincing. I felt my cock twitch. I pushed the plug a little harder and felt it move a little inward.

"For God's sake, please! What is that you're trying to put in me? Okay, you can do it to me there, but not with that, please!" I pushed again and felt her sphincter start to relax.

"Shut up," I barked at her. I looked down and saw that the small tip of the plug had entered her, but she had to relax enough for me to get the larger knob into her that would hold it in place. I squirted more lube all around it and on it, then gave a steady but gentle push. She started begging me to stop, babbling and crying as I pushed it gently but firmly into her ass. Then it happened. Suddenly it just popped in.

Ada gasped when it slid in, then just groaned and started moving her pelvis up and down. I ripped open a condom and slid it on. Then I held her pussy open and put a squirt of lube inside her. I positioned myself between her spread-eagled legs and reached around her, grabbing both butt cheeks. I lifted and pressed in, making sure the plug was held firmly in place, then I put my rock-hard cock up to her sloppy cunt.

"No, no, my husband!" she cried out. I found the opening to her hole in the thick, tangled thatch of pubic hair and put my cock right up to it.

"Please, please, no!!" Ada begged. With one push, I sank myself up to the hilt.

DH was right. A pussy is a pussy. It felt so good as I started to move it in and out. Ada was crying and rolling her head from side to side, repeating no, no, no. I thought about DH wrapping her tiny hand around my cock, and I immediately picked up the pace.

"How do you like that, slut?" I barked at Ada. "How do you like getting fucked by a real cock?" I started really pounding into her, and I noticed that the no-no's were turning into groans.

Tell me you like me fucking you!" I ordered. Her groaning increased. "Tell me you want me to fuck you!" Still just groans as I slapped my balls against the plug lodged in her ass. I stopped moving.

"Ask me to fuck you." I said. "Or I'll stop." I held perfectly still. Ada didn't say anything, but she was trying to move her hips in a fucking motion.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, or I'll stop right now and jack off on your tits." I held still.

Finally in a small voice, I heard, "Fuck me."

"What was that?" I asked.

"I want you to fuck me." She pushed against my cock. "Please fuck me!" She started writhing underneath me. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please!"

I started pistoning in and out of her again, and she was moaning and crying and saying over and over, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.." as I fucked her deeply and powerfully. I needed this fuck, and I didn't care if it was fat old Ada. A fuck is a fuck, I thought.

By now Ada was grunting and crying as I plunged my cock in and out of her. I felt the familiar feeling in my legs and balls and knew my orgasm was coming soon.

"That's it, slut. I'm gonna come now. I'm gonna empty my load into you," I screeched as I felt the first throb. I was pretty sure Ada had been coming for a while now and the first spurt flew out of the end of my cock into the reservoir tip of the condom. My legs shot out and I collapsed on top of her chubby body as I spurted and spurted my hot cum, buried deep in Ada's cunt. And all I was thinking was about DH and the soft folds of her pussy accepting my cum as I squirted into her, no condom blocking my man-juice from flooding her cunt.

I lay there for a minute coming down. Ada was trying to catch her breath. I may have been a little too athletic for a woman her age, but my guess was she wouldn't be complaining. Finally I raised myself up off her and whispered, "Would you like me to untie you?"

"Winnebago!" she said, laughing, and then coughing. It was nice. It took what could have been an awkward moment and made it lighthearted. I got up, untied her feet and covered her back up with the bedcovers. Then I untied her hands and she moved herself into a comfortable position. I tidied up the area, putting all the toys back in the bag. I figured I'd leave the dislodging of the plug to her.

I went into the bathroom and flushed the condom down the toilet. I cleaned myself up a bit, then went back into the bedroom. Ada was sitting up in bed.

"You can show yourself out, Michael. And there's a little something for you on the kitchen counter." I went over and gave her a light little peck on her forehead.

"Was that okay?" I asked.

It was great, Michael. Except when I said I like it rough, that means I like it rough. You're too gentle. You're a loverboy." I smiled and said goodbye.

I walked into the kitchen and there was an envelope on the counter with my name on it. Looking inside, I counted eight crisp, new one-hundred dollar bills. Hmmm, I thought. Should I take it? I looked around, and finding a pen, wrote on the envelope below my name, 'Thanks anyway, Ada. This was on me and DH." And I left the bills in the envelope.

I quietly let myself out.



The Professional Ch. 06



Early the next morning I looked out my apartment window and saw Carl waiting by his car at the curb, smoking a cigarette. I grabbed my keys, briefcase, and laptop and hurried downstairs. DH had texted me that Carl would pick me up at 7:00 a.m.

When I got to the car, Carl opened the door for me and I was surprised to see the Congresswoman sitting in the back. Carl usually picked her up at her townhouse in Georgetown, dropped her at the office, then came for me.

"How did it go last night?" she asked as I sat down. Carl closed the door behind me.

"It went well, I think," I answered. "I think we have a very satisfied judge on our side."

"You don't know how important this could turn out to be," she said as she smiled and looked me right in the eye. "I'll have to figure out a way to reward you."

"I can think of a way...." I said.

"Be a good boy now, Michael," she replied as she patted my leg. I was acutely aware that she didn't remove her hand when she was done. "Tell me about it; what happened?" she continued.

I went through the events of the past evening, summarizing the role-playing that Ada had wanted me to do with her. I told her all the details, including the butt plug episode. I could see that it was turning her on.

"So did you have to think about me to get it up?" DH asked. She moved her hand towards my cock.

"Well, I didn't have to as it turned out, but I did anyway. I thought of you right when I shot off into her."

"You weren't wearing a condom?" she asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I was wearing one. I just meant when I shot off while I was inside her." 

"Michael, I want to show you how much I appreciate it and give you your reward." With that said, she moved her hand up to my now hard cock and started rubbing it through my pants. "What do you think your reward should be?"

"I think you should let me fuck you," I answered immediately.

"Well I've already told you why we can't do that, but I think I know how I can repay you for what you did with Ada." She unzipped my fly and began fishing around for my stiff member. It really couldn't have been that hard to find. She tried to pull it out through the opening, but it was too big and too hard, so she unbuckled my pants and belt, then pulled them down to my knees as I lifted my butt off the seat.

"Mmmm, he's so big and hard," she cooed as she stroked me up and down. "Now I want to show my boy how much I appreciate what he's doing for us." She leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. I had been dreaming about this for so long and the moment had finally come.

Her mouth felt like velvet around my hard dick as she licked and sucked me into her mouth. I put my hands on either side of her head and held it as she suckled me with her mouth and wrapped her tiny hand around my massively hard tool. Her salt and pepper hair was mussed and coming loose from its pins.

"Mmmm, such a good boy," she said as she spit on the base of my dick, then put her hand over it, using her saliva for lube as she started pumping it up and down. She licked and sucked the domed head of my cock as she worked her hand up and down my shaft. It felt so fucking good, and I loved her so much, and I was finally getting some of what I had craved for so long: she was pleasuring me instead of the other way around.

She continued cooing about what a good "boy" I was while she expertly licked and sucked me, all the while maintaining a steady rhythm with her hand. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation of her hand and her mouth. When I felt my orgasm building, I started rotating my pelvis. She was moaning with every exhale now as she worked my cock with her tongue and hand. Finally, I felt the first spasm of my orgasm and could feel my cum start to rise from my balls. I could feel it course through my cock, and shoot out the hole at the end, where it landed against her tongue. She sucked and swallowed and milked me with her hand through spurt after milky spurt. It felt so good to be coming in her, anywhere in her, for her to be receiving my warm, creamy cum. I knew that when it was over I would still be inside her; that my fluid would live in her for days to come. I gave one last spurt, then held her head in place for a moment while she licked and cleaned up the cum that had spilled from the corners of her mouth.

She raised her head and smiled at me again. I pulled my pants up, and she pushed my hands away and fastened them for me, zipped me up and buckled my belt. When she was done, she gave my deflating wiener another little pat, and said, "Just remember, Michael, that it was just business. That was payment for a job well done. Nothing more."

All I could do was heave a sigh, lean back, and close my eyes. I was instantly reliving the experience I had just had, and knew that I would for many nights to come. She leaned forward, depressed the intercom button and said "Carl, our meeting is over. You can take us to the office now." She let go of the button, then turned to me and whispered, "I'll let you relax after your reward. But I'm going to need some attention later this afternoon." We had arrived.

* * * *

The next couple of weeks were uneventful. There was no repeat of my blowjob, but the episode seemed to only increase DH's sexual tension and need for relief. Every day was a combination of long hours of hard work punctuated by stolen moments of me tending to her pussy; touching, rubbing, licking, sucking, and fingering her to powerful orgasms in as many ways as I could think up. I did have one more encounter with Ada, at her request, and this time I took the eight hundred bucks.

The House Ways and Means Committee had been pressuring DH to get a bill through her committee, which she was determined to stall. The pressures and the workload increased with each day that she resisted the powerful committee. She knew that eventually the bill would have to be sent, and then would be passed soundly by the House. She was stalling for time while others in her party worked members of the Senate to defeat the bill in the Upper House, where it would go next. The margin of majority was slimmer in the Senate.

After a particularly long and difficult day, she invited me into her office for a drink just after 9 p.m. I had worked my magic for her earlier in the day, so I deduced that this was an informal way to talk business, not anything else. We were the only two left in the office and she had told Carl to go on ahead home. We would share a cab to get to our homes.

I made a martini for me and bourbon on the rocks for her and sat down in the overstuffed chair across from the couch she was seated on. She had her shoes off and her feet were up on the table that sat low between the couch and chairs.

"It's been a long week, hasn't it Michael?" she said as she took a small sip of her Kentucky bourbon.

"It has," I replied. "You must be exhausted."

"I am, and I'm getting tired of fighting over this bill. I think it's time to push it out of committee and let the vote happen."

"Dangerous," I opined. "I don't think we're sure which way the wind will blow in the Senate yet." I usually didn't give her political advice, but I thought the informality of the meeting might allow it.

"We're closer than you think. One more vote and it can't pass." She looked directly at me. "And I think I know how we can get the vote."

"Really? That's great! Who is it?" I hadn't realized we were that close.

"Senator Rule can be persuaded." She paused to let that sink in.

"Ted Rule?" I asked incredulously. "How on God's green Earth could you move that old sucker? He's probably the last person I'd think would vote against it. I mean, based on his lengthy record." Rule was way off center and could usually be counted on to not think, but just to vote his party line.

"Well, that's where you might come in," she said and smiled. "It seems that old Ted's got a young, hot wife, and he can't satisfy her at his age. So she likes to mess around."

"How can that help change his vote?" I asked, confused.

"He likes to watch." She looked directly at me. I waited for her to say more, but she wasn't forthcoming.

The silence was heavy in the room, and I had to break it. "He likes to watch?" I repeated as a question. "And you want me to fuck his wife and let him watch? He isn't going to want to join in, is he?"

"No, from what we hear, he just likes to watch and then get some sloppy seconds." She took a sip of her bourbon. "And yes, I think I have a way we can use it to get him to vote the way we want him to. This time you don't have to do it to an old lady, you get to have sex with a hot young woman. She gets what she wants, he gets what he wants, and I get what I want. Everyone's a winner. Well, Senator Rule might not feel that way after our little twist at the end."

"And what about me?" I asked. "Will I get what I want?"

"Well, you won't get that, but you would probably need to be rewarded again for a job well done." She leaned forward and flipped over a picture that had been lying face down on the coffee table. It was of a beautiful, blonde-haired woman of about thirty with long hair and large breasts, shown off quite well by the low-cut dress she was wearing.

"Is this her?" I asked.

"Yep, that's her," she answered.

"I'm in."

* * * *

The information DH had was that any Saturday that the Senator wasn't at an event or back in his home state, he and his young wife visited a certain nightclub in Fells Point, Maryland. Fells Point is a suburb of Baltimore, has a robust night life, and was far enough away from D.C. for him not to be recognized. He wore a cheesy disguise anyway, a toupee and glasses with plain glass lenses. The club was on the ground floor of an upscale hotel and their habit was for them to book a room, then troll in the lounge. She would be extremely flirtatious and if they were lucky, would pick a young stud that responded, then dance with him, make out with him a little, maybe let him cop a feel. When he was on the hook, she would introduce him to her husband. If the dude looked confused, she would tell him that it was okay with her husband, and that he even liked it when she was naughty with other men. If that didn't scare him away, it wasn't long before the invitation up to the hotel room. 

It wasn't hard to ascertain the Senator's schedule and I showed up at the club at about 9:00 on the first Saturday night he had his schedule free. I took a seat at the bar and was scanning the crowd for them. Just as predicted, they showed up at about 9:45 and took a booth near the dance floor. Luckily for me, it was right on the way to the restrooms from where I was sitting, so I had a chance to walk by. As I did, I slowed down and gave her a long look. When she noticed me, I looked over at Rule with a look that said, "what are you doing with this old fart?" I walked on and stayed in the restroom long enough for it to be believable. 

When I walked by the table on the way back to my seat, I gave her a look again, and this time she gave me a long look back, and a killer smile. On the hook, I thought. On the hook. When I sat back down on my bar stool, I glanced over and saw them deep in conversation in the booth. While I watched, she gave him a peck on the cheek, then got up and walked towards me. I took a sip of my beer and watched her swing her hips as she approached me. She came close and pointed to the empty barstool next to me.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, giving me a long look up and down.

"It is now," I answered, returning the head-to-toe appraisal, letting her know I was in the game. She looked even better in person. About 5'7", long legs, tight red dress. All the curves in the right places, with just the right amount of makeup. And the lip gloss accentuated her full, pouty lips. Long, blonde hair framing a beautiful face. She was a 9.5.

"What about Daddy over there. Won't he miss you?" She turned to me and gave me a sizzling smile.

"Daddy pretty much lets me do as I please," she answered. "Are you going to buy me a drink or not?"

She ordered a gin and tonic, double lime, and I told the bartender to put it on my tab. We made small talk for a while. She was careful to reveal very little as was I, at least for now. After about 10 minutes, she invited me over to their table. Evidently I had passed the first test.

I followed her over to the semi-circular booth and she slid in, scooting the Senator over and patting the seat next to her indicating I should sit there. She introduced her husband as Teddy. Rule acted a little nervous but his wife, Susan, kept up a pretty steady banter. She ordered another round of drinks and announced that for the rest of the evening, my drinks were on Teddy. He just smiled sheepishly, avoiding my eyes.

Susan kept leaning into me as she talked, and laughed at everything I said that was even mildly humorous. DH had been right; they were on the prowl, and I was the perfect prey. If only they knew.

It wasn't long before Susan had her hand on my thigh while she told me an inane story about their recent trip to France and Switzerland. When the band started up, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the dance floor. "What about Teddy, Sue? Won't he be pissed that I'm dancing with his wife?"

"Don't worry about him, Michael," she answered. He likes to see me have fun with other men. "Psst, hello! He's old!! He can't keep up anymore!" 

"Can't keep up, or can't keep IT up?" I laughed and took her in my arms to dance. She melted right into me and I could feel her large, firm breasts pressing against my chest. She nuzzled her nose into the crook of my neck and I could feel her hot breath against my skin. She pressed her pelvis very gently against mine and we both became aware of my turgid cock. She purred in my ear, "Yummy, somebody likes me." She planted a light kiss on my neck, and I responded by holding her closer. This was almost too easy.

As we danced, I kept sneaking glances over at Teddy. He was watching us with great interest. No scowl on his face, no look of rejection, just keen interest in what was going on. His disguise made him look even worse than he normally did. 

I turned Susan on the dance floor so her back was to him and let my hand wander down from her back to her ass and brazenly rubbed and squeezed the firm globes of her derriere. It only seemed to heighten his interest. As I rubbed her ass, she moved her body against mine in the most seductive way, rubbing her breasts against my chest, then subtly pressing against my thigh with slight pressure, probably so subtle that the only people in the room that might notice it were she and I, and of course, her husband.

When the song ended, I had a very stiff cock so I whispered to her to walk in front of me so Teddy wouldn't notice it. She just laughed and told me that he wouldn't mind and held my hand as we walked back to the table. Almost as soon as we sat down, another round of drinks came. I was glad I had ordered beer to begin with. I could see that Susan was starting to get pretty tipsy, and Rule said so little it was hard to tell about him.

By now, Sue wasn't even trying to appear proper. She was all over me, almost ignoring Ted. She was constantly finding reasons to touch me, and she had moved over so she was sitting right up against me. Rule excused himself to go to the restroom, and as soon as he turned his back to walk away, she was on me. We locked in a passionate kiss, her hand roaming around my crotch until she found my hard dick. She squeezed and stroked it under the table while we kissed, and I surreptitiously brought my hand up and squeezed her tit while our tongues explored each other.

"I want you to come up to our room," she whispered when we broke the kiss. "I want more of you."

"What about your husband?" I asked, playing dumb.

"It's okay with him. He wants me to enjoy myself." She gave my cock a squeeze.

"Are you kidding?" I said in mock wonder. "Let's go."

"Okay, but we have to wait for Teddy," she said as she nuzzled her cheek against my chest, all the while working her hand under the table.

"So he doesn't worry when he comes back and we're gone," I said innocently.

"No, he's going to come up with us. Don't worry, though, he won't bother us, he just likes to watch." She stroked my cock through my pants and got me into another lip lock.

Just then Rule returned to the table, and I pulled away from Susan and apologized to Teddy for getting a little carried away with his wife.

"No, that's fine, son." He winked at me, which I found kind of creepy. "Susan has a little more get-up-and-go than I do. She needs to have her fun. I don't mind."

Susan was squirming in seat. "So are we going to go?" She looked at me inquisitively. 

"Sure, I said. I'm up for a little fun." Rule called the server over and instructed her to combine my tab with theirs, and add a 20% tip. When she brought the room charge back for his signature, he pushed it across the table to Susan.

"Why don't you go ahead and sign, honey," he said. "I don't have my glasses with me." Very smart, not leaving a paper trail.

Susan and I walked arm in arm to the lobby with Teddy trailing behind in his disguise. Her gait was a bit unsteady, but she was leaning on me so we made it safely to the waiting elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she was on me again, pulling my face to hers and planting deep tongue kisses in my mouth. I pushed her against the elevator wall and pressed my body against hers, pressing my hard cock against her stomach. She ran her fingers through my hair as I felt her up and ran my thumb over the material covering her bra, trying to find her stiff nipple. I turned and glanced at Rule; he was just watching with a dumb grin on his face.

When the elevator doors opened, Susan took a step towards Rule, put her face right up to his and said, "He's a very good kisser, Teddy. I hope that means he's good at other things, too." Then she gave him a light peck on the cheek.

Rule used his key card to let us into the room, then followed us in. The room was softly lit, and Susan was stuck to me, cooing, kissing my cheek and neck, rubbing her hands all over my body.

Rule moved to a portable bar set up in the room. "A drink, Michael?" he asked holding up an empty glass.

"Sure, thanks, Teddy. What have you got that's brown?" I didn't want to add gin on top of beer, but a whiskey sounded good.

"Jamesons, Jack Daniels, and Cutty Sark." I sat down on the edge of the bed with Susan still attached to me. It struck me how odd it was to be having this conversation with her husband while she was pawing me.

"I'll take a Jamesons on the rocks. Please." 

"Would you like it stiff?" he asked, and gave me the leering wink again.

"Sure," I answered with a forced laugh. He poured me about three fingers and I thanked him and took a sip.

He poured himself a scotch and went and sat down on the loveseat that was against the far wall of the room. "Well, you two don't mind me. I'll just be watching a little T.V." He grabbed the remote and I heard the set click on.

Susan unstuck herself from me and moved towards the dresser. She opened a prescription bottle and pulled out a pill, then walked over to Rule. "Take your little blue pill, now, Teddy." She held it out and he took it from her hand, popping it into his mouth. As he took a sip of his scotch to wash it down, she added, "You have to be ready when it's your turn, sweetie!"

Susan walked back to me, sitting on the edge of the bed, took my drink out of my hand, and set it on the bedside table. She put one hand on each of my shoulders and pushed me back, down on to the bed. Then she crawled up, laying her body on top of mine. She brought her lips to my lips and started kissing me passionately, her long blonde hair falling to each side of my face. I felt her lips part, and I ran my tongue inside her mouth. Her soft tongue met mine and we moved our tongues together, tasting each other. We were lip to lip, tongue to tongue, and her breathing was deep and ardent. It was obvious that she was a very passionate woman.




The Professional Ch. 06



I pulled her up and rolled her over so our bodies were completely up on the king-sized bed and took the lead. With our lips still locked together, our tongues swirling around each other, I pulled the strap of her dress off her shoulder. When I pulled it down she lifted her arm and pulled it completely out. Her braless breast fell out of the sheer red dress, and I caught it with my hand. It was so perfect, so natural; firm, round, probably a D-cup had she been wearing a bra. Her nipple was small, but very erect. I flicked my finger across it and she tensed, then let out a long, "ohhhhhhhhhhh" as I continued to manipulate it between my thumb and forefinger.

I broke our kiss and began nuzzling and kissing her neck beneath her mane of golden hair. I breathed lightly in her ear, planting tiny kisses along her neck as I gently pulled and lightly pinched her rigid nipple. She was cooing, and pressing her mound against my leg. I took my time and slowly kissed down her neck and across her shoulder, feeling her hair brush against my face. I kissed my way slowly down from her shoulder, back across to her neck, but lower. I let my warm breath dance across the skin of her chest. 

When my mouth reached her bared breast, I removed my hand from her nipple and gently kissed all around it, avoiding contact for the moment. I kissed the curve of the underside of her tit, letting my mouth linger there, luxuriating in the sensuous curve of her feminine form. I slowly kissed my way back up to her nipple, gently took it in my mouth and lightly sucked and wetly licked it. I was vaguely aware of the audio from the T.V., but I was lost in the moment. She was so passionate, so alive. I could feel the waves of desire radiating from her body as she caressed my hair and breathed heavily. I was so lost in the moment that when she spoke it startled me.

"Oh, God, Teddy! He is such a good kisser." I continued to feast on her nipple. "And he's sucking on my breast now, and it feels so good!" I suddenly became very aware of the room again, and of her husband sitting on the couch across from us. The sounds from the T.V. came more into focus and I could hear that he must have chosen a porno from the on-demand. Why a porno when he had the real thing going on right in front of him? A mood setter, I guessed.

I decided to join her in the play-by-play. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth, and added, "Her breast is so perfect, her nipple so hard. I could suck it all night." It felt very odd to say that.

I raised the upper half of my body and pulled the other strap down off her arm, releasing her other breast. I pushed her dress down towards her stomach and began slowly kissing my way back and forth between her two perfect globes, relishing each individually. I would lightly suck on one nipple, then kiss my way across the valley between her orbs and gently kiss and suckle the other breast. Her breathing was rapid and deep, and she held my head in her hands as my mouth and tongue pleasured her.

"Teddy, he's making me feel so good. He's licking my tits and sucking on both nipples now." She looked at me. 

"Take off your shirt, I want to feel your bare chest against me." I sat up and swung my legs around, putting my feet on the floor. I was facing Rule as I started unbuttoning my shirt and saw that he was sitting on the couch, watching the porno with his shirt on, but no pants. I saw him move his hand away from his junk when I looked over at him.

"Your wife is really hot, Teddy. You're a lucky man," I said with a grin. Once my shirt was off, Susan came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me, rubbing her hands across my chest. I flexed my pecs so she could feel how hard they were from working out. She started nuzzling my neck from behind and I saw Rule turn his gaze from the T.V. back to the bed. His wife was leaning over me, kissing my ears, my cheeks, and my neck with her arms around me and her hands exploring my chest as I sat face to face with her husband.

Her hand started working its way downward towards my belt. As she kissed and nuzzled my neck she slowly unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my pants. Then she unzipped me and her husband watched as her hand disappeared inside my pants.

"He's got a big one, a really big one, "she sighed as she put her hand around my stiff cock and gave it a squeeze. Teddy's eyes were fixed on her hand moving inside my pants. "It's going to feel so good when he puts it in me, Teddy. So, so good." She moved around me and went to her knees on the floor in front of me. The top of her dress was down around her stomach, her large, perfect breasts in full view. Her bare back was to her husband as she grabbed the waistband of my pants with both hands and pulled them off me. I was looking right over the top of her head at Rule when I felt her mouth envelop my cock.

She took me into her mouth and I closed my eyes as the pleasure washed over me. Holding me with one hand, she licked up and down the underside of my hard cock, stopping and swirling her tongue around my sensitive glans. Licking back down, she took my balls in her mouth, gently sucking on them while her hand slowly stroked my cock. I opened my eyes and looked over at her husband, and he looked away, back at the T.V. as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. I closed my eyes again and immersed myself in the rapture of her mouth.

She licked back up the length sucked the head into her mouth, and began swirling her tongue around it. She had me firmly grasped at the base as she swirled her tongue, then sucked and licked the bottom side, just below the head of my now massively hard cock. I reached down and started fondling her tits while I opened my eyes and looked back at her husband. He was watching again, but this time barely noticed that I was looking at him again. He was lost in the sight of his wife sucking another man's cock.

She removed her mouth from my pulsating shaft and turned her head back towards Rule. "Teddy," she said, her voice raspy. "He has the most beautiful cock. It's long, and really hard, but the skin is soft. I can barely fit the head into my mouth, but I want to take it all." With that, she dropped her head, my hard cock impaling her mouth, and started sucking and licking, talking around my cock.

"It's so big, Teddy. It's so hard. I can't get it all in my mouth, but I want to." She stroked and licked and sucked. "God, Teddy, I can hardly wait to get this in my pussy. Do you want me to have this beautiful cock in my pussy, Teddy? Hm? Do you want me to take him up my cunt?" Teddy's hand was getting busy in his crotch.

I grabbed her head and stopped her. 

"I don't want to shoot off in her mouth, Ted," I said, looking right at him. "I want to come in her pussy. I want to fuck her pussy and drop my load up deep inside her." I was kind of getting into this.

I scooted back and lay down on the bed on my back, my hard cock laying stiff against my stomach. I held out my hands to her and she took them, and I pulled her towards me. She climbed up on the bed, and straddling me on her knees, started moving up my body. When her cunt was right over my cock, she dropped down on it and ran her wet slit up the length of it. God, it felt so good feeling her wet gash rubbing up and down the underside of my cock. I reached for her breasts and started mauling them as she rubbed her wet slit up and down my cock.

"Oh God, Teddy. I'm rubbing my pussy on his cock and it feels so good. He's so hard and so big. I can feel his cock on my clit. I'm so wet, Teddy, I'm dripping all over him. His cock is getting wet from my pussy." She let go one of my hands and continued her monologue to Teddy. "I want him in me so bad right now, Teddy. My cunt is throbbing." 

She let go one of my hands and reached down with hers and grabbed my cock, pulling it up and putting the tip against her wet hole. When she did, I pulled her other hand towards me, pulling her forward, towards my head. When she figured out what it was I was trying to do, she let go of my cock and slid up until she was rubbing her wet pussy on my stomach. She left a trail of wetness up to my chest as she inched upwards towards my face.

"He wants to eat me, Teddy," she growled. "He wants to eat my pussy, and I'm going to feed it to him." With that, she moved the rest of the way up and poised her well-trimmed cunt just above my face. "He's going to taste me now, Teddy. He's going to lick me now."

She slowly lowered her pussy onto my mouth as she straddled my shoulders. My first whiff was heavenly, her musky scent smelled fresh and clean. She began moving her wet cunt up and down over my mouth, stopping at the bottom to press her juicy opening against my chin, and rubbing her clit against the tip of my nose on each pass. I kept my mouth closed and let her pleasure herself against me, breathing her musky odor in deeply through my nose each time she ground herself against my chin.

"Oh, my god!" She cried. "This feels so good." She paused and really ground against my chin, which I realized she had actually managed to work up inside her cunt. "Fuck," she cried. I looked over at Rule, and he was glassy eyed, watching his wife working her wet cunt against my face as my hard cock stood up, proudly, behind her. She worked her pussy back up and moved her clit repeatedly against my nose, gasping with pleasure as she did so. I decided that was the moment and I snaked my tongue out and started licking the drenched walls and soaked lips of her cunt as she sped up the friction between her clit and my nose.

"Oh. Oh. Oh," she cried as I reamed her with my tongue. She was smashing my nose as she ground her stiff clit against it.

"Oh fuck, Teddy. I'm going to come now. I'm going to come all over his face!" I started thrusting my tongue in and out of her steaming pussy as she ground herself against my face.

"Oh!......Oh!.......Oh!" she cried out as I felt a gush of her fluid hit my face.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming so hard, Teddy! I'm coming all over his face!!" She mashed herself against me, covering my face with her cum. I gave her a second to compose herself, then gave her a little push, indicating I needed her to get off my face. As soon as she started to sit up, I grabbed her, turned her over and dropped her on her back onto the soft mattress.

I didn't waste any time climbing on top of her and putting my hard and needy cock up to her cunt. I paused there, and turned to look at Rule.

"I'm going to fuck your wife now, Teddy," I barked at him. "Do you want me to do that, Ted?" Susan was panting and had grabbed my ass, trying to pull me into her. I held fast.

"Do you want me to fuck your wife, Ted?" I repeated.

"Yes!" Susan cried. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

"I need to hear it from Teddy, Sue." I looked hard at Rule.

"Do you want me to fuck your wife, Teddy?" I repeated.

His hand started moving in his crotch again, and he snapped back to reality.

"Yes," he finally answered. "Yes, I want you to fuck my wife. I want you to do whatever she wants."

Before his sentence was finished I pushed my cock into her and ran it up to the hilt in one slow stroke. She was soaking wet and received me easily, gasping as I pushed the full length into her.

"He's so big, Teddy," she cried out. "He's going to make me come again!" I pulled out until just the tip was at her opening, and then plunged in again.

"He's in me so deep!" She was ranting like a lunatic. "I've never had it in me so deep!" She started pushing back against me, moving her ass up and down, trying to get me moving. I held still with my cock buried up to the hilt, our pubic hair enmeshed.

"Your wife's pussy feels so good around my cock, Ted," I said as I held it deep, deep, deep inside her, the tip pushing against her cervix. "I think I might be stretching her out, though, Ted. I don't know if you're going to be able to satisfy her after this." Susan was moaning, moving her hips, trying to get me moving inside her.

I withdrew and plunged back in immediately. Susan cried out and really started bucking underneath me. I held still just for a short moment, then out again, then immediately back in to the bottom of her cunt.

"Oh, fuck! She cried out. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me!!" I pulled back and hesitated at the opening, dipping just my large domed head in. I pulled it back to her opening, then put just the head back in. I started fucking her just with the tip of my hard cock, in and out, at the opening to her wet hole, and she was panting and pulling on my ass, trying to get me to plunge all the way back in. I tip-fucked her for another minute or so.

"He's teasing me, Teddy. He's teasing me and he won't fuck me deep! He's just fucking me with the head of his cock, and it feels so fucking good, but I want all of it shoved up inside me!!" She still had me by the ass and was trying to pull me deep inside her, bucking her hips up and down.

"I'm going to fuck her now, Ted!" I cried out as I plunged back into her. I started working a rhythm, in and out, in and out. She moved right with me, clawing at my ass and at my back as I gave her the fucking of her life.

"Oh shit, Teddy. He's fucking me so good now. So deep. I'm gonna come, sweetie! I'm gonna come really hard with his big fat cock inside me." She was thrashing her head from side to side and pumping her hips in time with my thrusts, her long legs wrapped around mine, urging me on as a rider might spur a horse. 

All of the sudden she tensed for just a moment, then cried out, "Unnnngggghhhhhhhhhh!" and I felt her body vibrate as the orgasm hit her. She did nothing but moan for a moment, then started in again on Ted.

"I'm coming so hard, Teddy!" she kept working her legs on me, spurring me on. "I'm coming so hard, and he's still fucking me so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck." She started bucking faster, wanting me to pick up the pace.

"I want to come again, Teddy. I want to come again on his cock." I was getting close and I matched my rhythm to hers. She grunted with every stroke in and inhaled loudly on each outstroke. By this time I was punishing her with my cock and her entire body was writhing below me.

"Oh, fuck! I'm going to come again!" she shouted. "Again I felt her body tremble as her orgasm shook her. "I'm coming again, Teddy, so hard!!" I was pumping for everything I was worth, and I felt the cum rise from my balls and gush out of me deep into her cunt. My entire body spasmed as I pumped load after precious load into her.

"He's squirting in me, Ted. Squirting my cunt!" She hugged my back as I kept pumping squirt after squirt after squirt. "I can feel him coming inside me. I can feel his cum in me," she chirped as she enveloped me in her arms, holding me close.

I collapsed on top of her and lay there for a brief moment, then she gently pushed me off her. I lay on my back next to her on the bed, trying to catch my breath. Then something a little unexpected happened.

I heard her say, "Sweetie, are you ready? Has your little pill worked yet?" I looked across her breasts and saw Rule stand from the couch and begin walking towards the bed. His 5-inch wiener was jutting out in front of him, so the Viagra must have worked.

"Oh, good, honey," she cooed. "You're nice and hard so you can have your turn now."

He climbed up on the bed and lay on top of Susan. 

"That's it, sweetie, right in there," she said, and I figured he must be putting his little dick up to her.

"Yes, right there. Just push it in. I know you probably can't feel much, I'm sorry, but Michael just stretched me out too much." She lay still as he started moving on top of her.

"There you go, sweetie, you just fuck your sweet wife. I love you, Teddy. You just go ahead and fuck me. I know it's awfully slushy in there, but Michael pumped me full of his cum, and its making me really slick." She lay there and let him fuck her, urging him on. He grunted once.

"That's my boy," she said condescendingly. "You just go ahead and fuck me now. It's your turn."

I felt really weird lying on the bed next to them while he fucked her, but I felt her hand reach over and take hold of my dick, which had been slowly deflating.

"Is it okay if I hold on to Michael's big cock while you fuck me, honey? I want to hold on to his big cock while you fuck me with your little one. That's alright, isn't it Darling?" Her hand started moving on my cock, and believe it or not, it started to respond.

As she wanked me, she kept speaking softly to Rule. "Yeah, honey. You give it to me. You get to fuck your wife, too. Yeah. You're my sweet husband and I love you." I was getting hard now, strangely turned on not only by her hand working my shaft, but by her mocking, yet loving tone with her husband.

"There you go, sweetie. Michael's getting hard again, do you want to finish so I can give him some more attention?" He started pumping a little faster as she stroked my cock in time up and down. "That's it, honey. You can squirt your little load in me too and mix it with Michael's big load."

Her hand was having a definite effect on me and I was recovering my libido quickly. Rule started moaning as he humped away on his wife. She kept encouraging him while wanking me.

"Okay, Teddy, your time's almost up. You need to squirt if you're going to. Michael needs my attention. I want to get back to his big cock." She started moving a little bit with him.

"That's right, sweetie, you can do it," she urged gently. "Come on, come on." Rule was really going at it now and grunted once, loudly, and I heard Susan say, "That's it, Teddy, that's it. I can't feel it in my pussy, but I can tell you're coming now. That's it, honey, you just go ahead and squirt it in there with Michael's." He gave a couple more grunts, then rolled off her onto her other side.

She immediately turned to me and replaced her hand with her mouth. She started giving me the mother of all blowjobs. I don't know where she learned how to do what she was doing, but wherever it was, all women should go there and learn, too. She was moaning and groaning and decidedly heating up while she was blowing me. She had been so indifferent when her husband was fucking her that I was surprised that she heated up so much so quickly just by blowing me. Then I realized why.

She had gotten on her knees as she was sucking my cock, with her ass in the air, and Rule had laid down on his back with his head between her legs and was eating her out while she sucked and licked my now-hard cock. He was sucking and licking our collective cum out of her creamy pussy. This was beyond weird, but I was too far into the blowjob to stop now.

She started moaning loudly and really working her hand and mouth on my cock. She only stopped once to say, "I hope you can breathe alright," as she pushed her messy cunt down on his face. Then she looked up at me and said, "Let's come together."

She went back to working my cock with her mouth and hand, working me right up to the big moment, then falling back. She was waiting for the right time. She was panting and moaning louder and louder, and I could see that she was grinding her cunt against the Rule's face. 

She sped up her hand and this time didn't stop when I started showing signs of coming. With her mouth clamped around my stiff shaft, she pumped me until I began to coat her tonsils with my white sperm. As soon as I gave her my first spurt, she let go a closed-mouth scream and started coming again, right along with me. She slowly pumped me through both of our orgasms until we had both settled back down to planet Earth.

"Wow," I said after a while. "That was pretty intense."

"Yeah," she said. "The best ever, if you want to know."

"I don't think I could argue with that," was my quiet response.

I sat up and said, "Look, I don't want this to be uncomfortable, but I have to go. I know tomorrow's Sunday, but my boss is pretty demanding, and I've got to work tomorrow morning." I stood up and began looking around for my clothes. Rule pulled himself off the bed, leaned over and gave his wife a kiss, and went back to the couch, turning his attention back to the T.V. I'm not sure what the appropriate conversation might be after you've just been humiliated by your own choice.




The Professional Ch. 06



I dressed quickly. Even so, every time I would walk near the bed, Susan would reach out and caress my leg. When I sat down to put on my shoes and socks, she stroked my back. She looked so beautiful, laying there with her skimpy red dress pulled down to expose her beautiful breasts, and up to reveal her glistening pussy lips. It had become nothing more than a red band around her belly. After I got my shoes on, I couldn't resist bending down and placing a kiss on her bellybutton.

Fully dressed, I stood and said, "I don't really know how this works, but I want to give you my card in case you want to get together and do this again. I'd be game." I looked at Susan and she returned my smile. She suddenly seemed a little shy and vulnerable.

"I'd like that, if it's okay with Teddy," she said.

I handed her my card and said, "I work for Congresswoman Dollarhyde. You can reach me at this number." I looked over at Rule in time to see his head whip up when I mentioned DH's name. Was that just a moment of panic that crossed his eyes?

I turned and walked towards the door. Then, in my best Columbo impersonation, which I had practiced with DH, I turned just as I opened the door.

Holding the doorknob in my hand, I said, "Oh, and Senator, the Congresswoman sends her regards."

They both had looks of shock in their eyes and their mouths wide open as I made my exit.

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On Monday, Senator Rule's office got a courtesy call from Congresswoman Dollarhyde's office, letting him know that the bill was being sent from committee to the House for a vote, which was expected to pass it. The caller wondered if the Senator would be so kind as to let the Congresswoman know how he might vote. 

The aide in Rule's office was surprised at the request, but told the caller she'd ask. A half hour later, she called back with the message that the Senator would be voting against it.

Ted Rule sat alone in his office, ashen-faced.

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The Professional Ch. 07



About two weeks after my tryst with the Senator's wife, with him watching and taking sloppy seconds, I got a call from Susan, the aforementioned wife.

"Ted, this is Susan Rule," she said matter-of-factly into the phone. I was unable to read any inflection in her voice, and I was worried that she wanted to call me out for setting up her husband.

"Yes, Susan, what can I do for you?" I answered, trying to sound neutral.

"Well, I was wondering...." She paused, and I could tell she was uncomfortable, which was a good sign for me. "I was wondering if we could get together again for a.........repeat performance."

"Well that surprises me, Susan. I mean, don't get me wrong; what happened between us that night was incredible, but are you sure Teddy's okay with it? I mean, I kind of fucked him, too, if you know what I mean." I figured there was no reason to pull any punches.

"Teddy doesn't know I'm calling you. I was hoping it could just be you and me, without the weird husband stuff." I paused at the other end of the line, biting my lower lip. This would be going out of the purview of what DH and I had been doing. It was tempting, though. I made a quick decision.

"Sure, Susan. But I'll want you to bring something with you." I left that statement hanging in the air.

"What, darling? What would you like me to bring besides my wet pussy?" she cooed into the phone, feeling more confident now that I had agreed to see her again. She was probably thinking I wanted her to bring lingerie, or a sex toy. "A thousand dollars, cash."

She did, that night, and got her money's worth.

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The following Monday morning I showed up at the office particularly early. I had not slept well over the weekend. In spite of my extra-curricular activities, my lust and craving for DH had not subsided nor had it diminished. If anything, it was getting stronger, more vibrant. This was not to be helped, I might add, by the next assignment she had in mind for me. DH arrived at the office at her usual time and approached my desk. "Karl said you had already come in so we didn't stop for you," she said. I glanced up, and noted that she looked especially radiant and beautiful this morning. "Come into my office," she said crisply.

I got up and followed her, closing the door as we entered. "Lock it," she said quietly. "I missed you this weekend, Michael." She sat on the edge of her desk, facing me. "I should have made you work." She smiled.

"I managed to keep myself busy," I said, approaching her. As I walked towards the desk, she slowly let her legs fall apart.

"I need you," she said, grabbing my tie and pulling me towards her. "My own fingers just don't do the trick for me." When I was close, she put both hands on my head and leaned back as she pushed my head down towards her lap. When she had laid all the way back on her desk, she let go of my head and pulled her dress up.

"I need you to lick me."

I went down on my knees and pulled her panties and pantyhose to her ankles in one swift movement. Raising her legs, I slid my head between her knees. Her panty-clad feet rested on my back as I moved my mouth towards her shaven hairless femininity. I smelled the scent of lilacs; she must have a new soap, I thought, as I lightly brushed her labia with my tongue. She was already moist. Very moist. The gentle scent of lilac and the sweet taste of her smooth, wet skin almost made me swoon as I lightly licked up and down her oozing hole, which was beginning to open like a flower. This is the woman for me, I thought. I don't care about the age difference. This is the only woman I really want. I felt myself getting hard.

She was playing with my hair as I dove in with more fervor. I brought one hand to her pussy and lightly rubbed her outer lips as I began to suck on her engorged clit. Her pussy was fully open now, the lips swollen and red, her lubricating juices flowing. I went to lightly caress her puckered hole, but couldn't reach it with her butt so flat on the desk. 

I reached behind me and grabbed one of her shoes and pulled it off, then slid her stockings and panties off it as well, unbinding her feet. With her feet free, she was able to use one against my shoulder as leverage to pull her bottom up off the desk. I gained access to her rosebud, which was already wet from the juice flowing freely from her inflamed cunt. I lightly pushed against it with my index finger as I licked up and down her soaking slot, pausing to pay special attention to her clit with each trip.

I felt my fingertip slide in, ever so little. It excited me, and I began alternately sucking and flicking her clit with the end of my tongue. No deeper than the first joint, I slowly fucked her ass with my finger as I now was taking long, sweeping licks of her pussy. 

I was becoming more and more passionate as she moaned in response to my attention. My cock was straining in my pants. I reached down with my other hand and undid my belt and zipper and pulled my pants down. In one motion, I removed my mouth from her cunt, my fingertip from her ass, and stood up, placing my hard cock near the entrance to her cunt.

"I have to fuck you," I whispered, as I guided the tip towards her opening. "Please, please!"

"No, Michael, we can't!" she cried, and pushed against me. "Make me cum with your mouth!"

I pushed my pelvis forward and felt my hard cock slide up against her wetness, missing the hole as she moved to avoid it. As she struggled against me, I repositioned my cock at her wet opening. When she seemed to be giving up, to not be fighting as hard against me I pushed again with my pelvis, and felt the mushroom-shaped head of my cock slide into her with a pop.

She immediately braced her hands on the desk and using them as leverage, slid backwards. My cock popped out and with the tip now wet and glistening with her juice, bobbed in front of me as she slid all the way across the desk away from me.

"I said no, Michael. That's not possible for us."

"Why?" I asked. "Why is it not possible for us? All I had to do was slide it in further, and it's possible."

"That will be all, Michael," she said curtly, putting her stockings and panties back on. I stood with my hard, wanting cock sticking straight out in front of me.

"But it was in. It was. Even if it was just a little. And nothing bad happened!"

"I said that will be all, Michael. Please get out of my office." She swung her legs around and stood up on the other side of the desk.

I was angry, and I wanted to say more, but thought better of it. I bent and pulled up my pants, zipping and buckling as I moved towards the door. Before I opened it, I turned and asked her "Why?"

"Because that's just the way it is, Michael," she said, shaking her head as if in regret. "That's just the way it is." I opened the door and started to leave.

"Wait," she said. I turned.

"It's not because I don't want to. I want you to know that." I shook my head and as I left the office I heard her say, "Monday morning briefing in 10 minutes."

* * * * *

The next few days were tense, and not only because of the scene in her office Monday morning. We had heard rumblings about a challenger from home in the next primary who was a real sleaze-ball, but had a lot of family money. His money and local connections would make him a tough competitor, which DH had not had in the last two primaries. The other party was tough enough to beat in the general without having to duke it out in the primary beforehand. Nelson Redfield had declared his candidacy on Wednesday. We watched it on television in a D.C. bar at the end of the day. He and his platinum-blonde skinny wife with fake tits and whitened teeth, both gleaming from the podium, announcing how he was going to bring real change to Washington. Blah, blah, blah. But he was a real threat. A threat that DH said we had to neutralize.

She called me into her office on Thursday morning but didn't ask me to lock the door.

"Sit down," she said, pointing to the chair across her desk. "Look, Michael, we have to put this behind us. We've got work to do. If we need to stop with your extra duties, that's okay. I need you now for your other skills, and if keeping my sex drive in check is getting in the way, then let's suspend that until the election is over. We can revisit it then and decide whether or not to reengage in the activity."

I almost panicked for a moment. No, I didn't want to stop it. I just wanted it to be more. And it sounded so clinical when she talked about it that way.

"No," I said, being careful to sound cool and collected. "It won't get in the way. I really don't mind at all." I shifted slightly in my seat, which she clearly noted. "It'll be okay. I'll be fine." I decided it was time to shift the conversation. "What about Redfield? How do we handle him?"

"I've got a P.I. agency at home working up a file on him. Let's learn a little bit more about old Nelson before we decide how to handle him. I've heard some rumors about him and his wife for years, and I want to find out if they're true or not." She smiled a bright smile at me. It wasn't her politician smile.

"Like what?" I asked, curious.

"Like I'll let you know when I find out," she replied. I glanced at my watch.

"You've got a constituent in five minutes," I told her. "He's the guy who owns the supermarkets, who has the gripe about the base PX cutting into his sales. Unfair competition from the government, he says. Alex Boyington." She smiled again. "Fifteen minutes with him, no more. There's a vote on the floor, and you have to be there." I stood to leave.

"Are you really okay with everything, Michael?" she asked as I turned towards the door.

"Yeah, I am. I guess I just have to learn to be satisfied with what a great job this is and keep it professional." "Good," she said. "Be back in my office at 7 p.m. then. Bring ice, a bottle of scotch, and lock the door when you come in." And she flashed me her bright smile again.

That evening she made me sit on the chair next to her; from there I served her a double. And I'm not talking about the scotch.



The Professional Ch. 08



I was settling back into a routine of hard work mixed with servicing my boss, the Congresswoman, with my fingers and tongue, and Judge Ada and the Senator's wife, Susan, with my cock. At $800 to a grand per session with the latter two, I was starting to put away a little nest-egg. I'd have given it all up, though, if I could only have my boss, DH, as my lover. Even though she was 20 years older than me, I didn't care. I was in love with her, and wanted her.

There were no major bills in front of Congress, so our days were routine; a mix of meeting with constituents, schmoozing with the powerful, attending to the parade of lobbyists, and being in attendance for voting. One thing DH was adamant about was that she was on the floor for votes. It looked good at election time. I was busy, as usual, but not with a lot of pressure.

There was pressure coming, though, and we both knew it. Nelson Redfield had declared that he would run against DH in the primary, and we both knew that he'd run a dirty campaign that would harm her in the general even if she beat him. Weakened by the battle in the primary, she'd be vulnerable to the other party's candidate, whoever it was. We had a P.I. working up a file on Redfield, and it was DH's intent to cut him off at the knees before the campaign even started. She kept telling me she had some ideas, but was not forthcoming with information.

She did, however, give me another "bonus" after my part in convincing Senator Ted Rule to vote against a bill that she had been stalling in her committee, afraid to send it to the House. Once she knew it would be defeated in the Senate, she had released it and as predicted, it was passed quickly. We tracked the debate in the Senate afterwards, on pins and needles that someone else might change their vote and the bill would pass, certain to be signed into law by the President. When it was defeated, with Ted Rule's vote being the swing, she called me into her office.

"Great work, Michael. We win again," she said as she mixed herself a bourbon and me a martini. "I think you've earned a reward." My mind immediately jumped to the conclusion I hoped for: that she would finally let me fuck her. My fantasy was interrupted when she continued. "What time will we finish tonight?" she asked.

"I don't know, probably 9-ish," I replied.

"Okay, here's what I want you to do......"

* *  *  *  *

At 9:30 pm I called Domino's and ordered a large pizza. When the fellow asked for a delivery address, I told him I'd come by and pick it up. I left the house immediately after the phone call, dressed in an old pair of jeans and plaid shirt I had brought from home in case I ever found time to go hiking or get out in the woods. With my Chuck Taylors and a stocking cap I looked like any undergrad from Georgetown. And very possibly, I even looked like a Domino's delivery guy.

After picking up the pizza, a 2 liter Coke, plus a few bread sticks for the drive over, I set out for DH's place. When I got there I parked out front. I could see that Karl had been dismissed for the evening; the Town Car was nowhere to be seen. I bounded up the steps, pizza and Coke in hand, and knocked crisply at her front door.

"Who is it?" came the call from inside.

"Pizza delivery," I answered back. I saw the peephole go dark as she confirmed it was me from the other side of the door.

"Just a minute," she said, and I heard the chain and deadbolt being released. The door swung open and there she stood in a very sexy satin nightgown that hung to her knees. The top was lace, cut low, which revealed her ample cleavage. Through the sheer material I could see that she was braless beneath it and could faintly discern the curve of her breasts and two nipples pushing against the fabric.

"Come in," she said. "I have to get my purse." I walked in and she shut the door behind me. "How much is it?" I set the pizza and Coke down on the table in the entry hall.

"Um, twenty dollars," I replied, picking a figure out of the air. She reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to me.

"Sorry," she said. "But that's all I've got. I don't have anything for a tip." She looked at me expectantly.

"Well that kind of sucks," I said, playing the part she had asked me to. "Most people tip me 20% or so."

"Oh, well I just don't have any more cash." She thought for a minute. "I could offer you something to eat, but you probably don't want that if you work in a pizza place." She laughed.

"No, I'd rather have my 20%," I answered.

"Well is there anything I can give you instead of the cash? Anything you'd like?"

"I'd like to have my 20% is what I'd like, really," I repeated.

"What if I show you my boob? Would you like that?" Again with the expectant look.

I gave her a quick look up and down. "Sure, I'd like that."

She grabbed the left strap of her nightgown with her right hand and pulled it down her arm, pulling her hand through it. As she did, the gown fell away, exposing one creamy white breast and the proud, pink, erect nipple perched atop it. I stood there in my bluejeans and plaid shirt and gawked at her breast.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"Heck, yeah, " I answered.

"Would you like to see the other one?" she said as she slipped the other strap off her shoulder.

"Sure," I answered.

"Come out of the hallway, then, and into the parlor," she said as she turned and walked further into the house.

"Do you want me to bring the pizza" I asked.

"No, you can leave it in the hallway. I'll get it later when I'm hungry." I followed her into the parlor and stopped when she turned towards me.

"Are you ready now? Do you want to see them both?" This was actually starting to turn me on.

"Sure," I answered, and with that she pulled her other arm through the strap and exposed her second breast, every bit as beautiful as the first. I wanted so badly to go to her and touch them, kiss them, suckle on them. But I held back. I was waiting for my reward.

"So is this a pretty good tip?" she asked as I stood feasting my eyes on her bare tits.

"It's not 20%," I replied.

"Wait. You said that if I showed you my boobs then that would be your tip." She looked indignant.

"I never said that, ma'am. You asked me if I wanted to see your tits, and I said yes. That's all. You didn't never say it was instead of a tip." I had actually used a double negative, getting into the part. But I had made my point. And she was still showing me her tits.

"Hmmm," she said. "I guess you've got me there. We never really did agree that seeing my boobs was in lieu of payment."

"No, ma'am. We didn't." She pondered for a moment.

"What's your name, pizza delivery guy?" she smiled.

"Sonny," I replied, picking it out of nowhere. She cocked her eyebrows at the name.

"Well, Sonny. Have you ever had a blow job?" I immediately felt my cock start getting hard in my jeans.

"Not really," I answered, playing the part and looking at the floor.

"If I give you a blowjob would you consider that as your payment for a tip?"

"I sure would, ma'am," I answered quickly.

"And would it be equal to the 20% you usually get?" she asked, wanting to give me no wriggle room out of the deal.

"Actually, ma'am, that would be about the best tip I ever got," I answered and actually felt like I was going to blush. She walked over and sat down on the couch. I think we had a deal.

"Well then, little cute Sonny, why don't you come over here and sit on the sofa next to me?" She patted the spot, and I walked over and sat down. She took off my wool hat.

"There, that's better in the house, young man," she said as she leaned into me. She turned and looked at me.

"Would you like to touch my breasts?" she asked and leaned a little further towards me. They were still exposed; the top to her nightgown was in her lap.

"Sure," I answered.

"Here, give me your hand." I held out my hand to her. She took it and placed it gently over her left breast. "There," she said. "Just give it a little squeeze."

I gave it a gentle squeeze and she gave a low throaty, "Mmmm".

"Now rub your fingers gently over and around my nipple." Her nipple was rock hard, and I rubbed her breast lightly, letting my fingers trace over the pink areola and nipple.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," she cooed. "Now lightly pinch my nipple." I gave it a little pinch and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. "Now pull on it gently," she instructed. When I did, she added, "A little harder."

I pulled her nipple away from her chest and held it, varying the pressure. Slowly I let it slip through my fingers and it snapped back when it was free.

"Now the other one," she said. I reached for her right breast, cupped it and gave it a gentle squeeze. As I started gently rolling her nipple between my thumb and I felt her reach over and touch my cock through my bluejeans. I looked down, and the outline of my erection was clearly visible. She began rubbing it up and down gently as I pinched and pulled on her nipple.

"Do you want to take it out, or would you like me to?" she asked.

"You," I said hoarsely.

She unbuckled my belt and pulled my zipper down. She grasped the waistband and began pulling them down, so I lifted my butt off the couch to help her. In a moment, my jeans and boxers were down around my ankles.

"Mmm, Sonny, you have a very nice cock," she said softly as she grasped it at the base. Her hand fit nicely around it, but half of it was still exposed above her hand. She began squeezing it at the base, and it felt very, very good.

"Thank you, ma'am," was the only thing I could think to say.

She leaned her head down and lightly licked around the mushroom head while she continued to squeeze gently at the base. Then she gave one lick up the sensitive underside and it felt like sheer heaven. It just felt so good. I must have reacted to the sensation.

"Does that feel good, Sonny?" she asked as she ran her hand up the length of it. She gave the tip about three little squeezes, then ran her hand down again, coating it with her spit left on the tip and down the bottom side.

"It sure does, Ma'am. Real good," I replied in my best pizza-delivery-guy voice.

"Do you like this?" she asked and took the tip of my penis into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. She created suction and it came out of her mouth with a quiet pop.

"I sure do. I like it a lot, and I want you to do it some more," I said as I pinched her nipple.

Gripping the base of my hard cock, she engulfed half of it in her mouth, sucking and running her tongue around it as she moved it in and out of her mouth.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth?" she asked in between slurps.

"I want to fuck your mouth," I answered. "I want to fuck your mouth until I come."

By now my rock hard cock was throbbing with every pass she took up and down it. She got about three quarters of it in her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to lick every part. I was wet with her saliva, and as she slid it up and out of her mouth, she brought her hand up, stroking the length, then running her hand back down my shaft as she engulfed it in her mouth. The sensation of her using her hand and mouth together just felt so fucking good. I was thrusting my pelvis upward with every stroke she took.

She looked up at me, still stroking my wet cock and said, "Does little Sonny want to come in my mouth?" 

Not waiting for an answer, she went back down on my dick and I swear she almost swallowed all of it. She moved to the floor in front of me and started a rhythmic stroke with her hand and mouth working in perfect harmony. I looked down at her face, and for a moment forgot about the fantasy role-playing. I loved looking at her face. It was beautiful. It was comforting for me to look at. And now that I was looking at it with her mouth stuffed full of my cock, I was massively turned on. This was the woman I loved, sucking my cock, pleasuring me, lost in the moment.

"You're beautiful," I said, falling out of character. She looked up at me, gazing right into my eyes as she sucked my stiff cock into her mouth; held my gaze while her hand stroked me in perfect time with her lips and mouth, and tongue. I let go of her tit and placed a hand on either side of her head, holding it as it moved up and down, rising and falling as she fucked my cock with her mouth.

She began to pick up the pace, furiously working her hand up and down my shaft as she sucked and licked at the tip. She paused, then took my whole cock down her throat; gagging just a little, then worked it again with her hand as she sucked and licked at the tip. She looked up at me again.

"Come in my mouth," she said quietly and seriously. Her hand had never stopped moving and now she went back down on my cock and was ramrodding it in and out of her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm start somewhere near my ass, and then it just unexpectedly shot forward and out of me and as it did, my cock exploded in her mouth, spurting and squirting my cum and my seed into her mouth. She worked her hand up and down my shaft, squeezing every last drop until there was no more, sucking it out of me, groaning along with me as wave after wave washed over me. Her hand slowed as the waves subsided and finally stopped. She held my softening cock against her tongue for a moment, then sucked in as she slid it out of her mouth. Again, there was a pop when it left her lips.

She sat back up on the couch next to me, and cuddled up next to me, my wet cock exposed against my thigh, her bare breasts pushing against my arm.

"Did you like that, Michael?" she finally asked.

"I can't begin to express how much I liked that," I answered. "That was so special." I leaned over to kiss her. She turned her head so all I got was her cheek.

"You deserve it. You do so much for me. Sometimes I feel guilty because I just take, take, take. But I need you, Michael, I really do."

"I'm here for you, DH. I love you, and I'm here for you." I kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, too, Michael. I really do." 

I wanted to say more; I wanted to say, "Then why can't we be lovers? Why can't we be together and sleep in the same bed, and fuck, and wake up in the morning and take a shower together before work? Like everyone else?" But I didn't. I didn't want to risk ruining that perfect moment, although the question was burning in my mind.

She shifted and broke my reverie.

"Isn't there pizza in the hallway?" she said.

"Yes, ma'am. Delivered right to your door," I answered.

"Yum, I could use some pizza. And get the Coke, too. I have kind of a weird salty taste in my mouth right now." She laughed. "Not that I really mind it, though."

I went out and got the pizza and went into the kitchen to get some ice and a couple of glasses. When I got back, we sat on the couch together, eating cold pizza and drinking Coke, and just chatted away.

After a while, she turned towards me and I knew there was something she wanted to say.

"What?" I asked and laughed out loud.

"Well......." she stalled.

"What?" I repeated.

"Well, tonight was supposed to be about your reward, so I really hate to ask this...."

"Ask what?" I said, although I think I knew what she was going to say.

"Well, giving Sonny that blowjob made me kind of horny."

"And?" I asked, wanting to make her squirm and beg.

"And there's a cucumber in the fridge; if you put it in the microwave for 10 seconds it's just the perfect temperature."

For the next hour it was just me, her, and the cucumber. That lucky damned cucumber.

* *  * * * *

When I got back to my car I saw that I had missed a call from back home. I didn't recognize the number, so figured it must be a constituent who got my phone number and was calling with a problem. I figured I'd wait until morning to check the message, but just then the phone rang again, with the same number calling. I considered not answering, but finally gave in to my responsible nature.

"Hello."

"Hello is this Michael Greaves?" said an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes it is."

"Mr. Greaves, this is Captain Behar from the County Sheriff's Department. I'm afraid there's been an accident."

The next words out of his mouth would change my life forever.



The Professional Ch. 09



"Mr. Greaves, this is Captain Behar from the County Sheriff's Department. I'm afraid there's been an accident." Why would he be calling me about an accident back home? I looked up at the red stoplight, hoping it would turn green and that I could just drive away before I heard what he had to say next.

"Your father and stepmother were involved in a head-on collision this evening. I'm sorry, son, but neither of them survived." The light turned green, but I sat paralyzed by what I had just heard. I could not speak.

"I'm sorry for your loss," the distant voice said. Still I could not speak. A car behind me honked. I sat.

"Is there anyone I can call for you, son?" I thought of D.H. and finally I found my voice. The honking behind me became more insistent.

"No, thank you, Captain. Has my stepbrother been notified?" 

"Yes, sir. He arrived on the scene and is with your parents' remains now. He asked that I call you." Two cars swerved around me and I watched their taillights recede as the signal turned red again. 

"Um, thank you, Captain. Tell my stepbrother that I will be in touch." And I just hung up.

I turned the car and headed back to D.H.'s townhouse. When she answered the door, I burst into tears.

*   *   *   *   *

The next 10 days were a blur. Arrangements, lawyers, funerals, real estate agents, auctioneers, and people I hadn't seen for years. D.H. was always right there, by my side, supporting me, handling things. I honestly don't know how I would have made it without her. As executor my job was not complex; my father had executed a simple will that was very clear and instructive. My younger half-siblings were taken care of; I got a modest inheritance. D.H. guided me through the process, and soon I found myself back in D.C., back at my desk and my duties.

My first day back D.H. asked me if I wanted to come to her place that evening for a bite and some company. Again, I was grateful and agreed to come after we got off work. We left the office about 9:00 that evening, with loads of work still undone from our long absence. On the ride D.H. called and ordered Chinese to be delivered. Karl, who had paid his respects that morning, drove us in silence and dropped us at the curb in front of the townhouse.

"Thank you, Karl, that will be all for tonight," D.H. said as we got out of the car. She handed me her keys and I unlocked the door and followed her in. "Make us some drinks," D.H. said as she hung up coat. I'm going to go up and change."

I went to the bar and made myself a martini and her a Scotch, then clicked on the television and sat down, flicking through the channels until I found a rerun of Breaking Bad. D.H. came down and joined me on the couch and we sat in silence, sipping our drinks and watching Walter White outwit the big drug cartel.

Soon there was a knock on the door and our Chinese feast arrived. We ate and drank tea. I swear I dropped more food back on my plate than made it to my mouth each time I tried to take a bite with those chopsticks. But D.H. was insistent that I use them. "When in Rome...." she said. When dinner was done and the tray tables put away, she patted the cushion next to her, and said, "Come over here and sit next to me." 

I kicked my shoes off and sat next to her. When I did she put her arm around me and pulled me to her.

"Come here," she said and pulled me towards her until I was resting my head against her breast. "We never really got any alone time together back home. So many people, so many things to do," she sighed. She began stroking my forehead. "I'm so sorry, Michael. Your father was a wonderful man."

"I can't really believe he's gone," I answered. "It just doesn't seem real." We sat like that for a while, watching television, her stroking my forehead, rubbing my temples, and me just snuggling into her. She was all I had now; I wasn't close with my half-siblings, being older and having gone off to college before they were teens. It might sound funny, but at that moment I felt truly loved and comforted. But as time went on, I was becoming less aware of her comfort and more aware of the curve of her breast against my cheek. 

My hand had been laying in her lap, and I began to stroke the tops of her thighs very lightly. She was wearing a cotton robe with a sash holding it closed. I parted the robe and began rubbing her bare legs. I breathed deeply against her breast, smelling a faint hint of lilac. I wasn't sure if it was from her hair or her garment, but it smelled fresh and wonderful. I kissed her breast through the fabric as I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh.

"Michael, I'm not expecting that tonight," she said softly. 

"I know," I replied. "But I want to. I don't know how else to repay you for all you've done for me. Plus, I've missed it."

"Oh, Michael," she said and kissed the top of my head.

I lifted my head and opened her robe. Rather than lay my head back down, I began kissing her breast through the sheer fabric of her nightie. I felt her nipple stiffen and I sucked it through the fabric, pulling it into my mouth. She rubbed my cheek as I lightly sucked and licked her nipple. With my other hand I pushed against the inside of her thigh, urging her to part her legs. When she did, I ran my hand up inside the robe and brushed the backs of my fingers lightly against her mound. She was shaved smooth, I could feel, and it sent a slight electric current down to my cock. It seemed that it had been forever since I had touched her, tasted her, brought her ecstasy. I suddenly longed for it.

I moved away from her and pulled the robe off her shoulders. I tugged up on her nightgown and she got the message, pulling her arms from her robe, then raising them above her head as she lifted herself off the couch. I pulled the nightie up and off her and immediately went back to her breasts, kissing and licking each, one by one. As I did, I cupped her mound and rubbed her with my entire palm, applying gentle pressure as I encased her vulva in my hand. Her nipples were rock hard, pointing out as I lashed at them with my tongue and sucked them into my mouth. 

I could feel her wetness seeping out onto my palm, and I raised my hand and inserted a finger in her. She gasped as I did, then moaned as I buried it deep within her. She was wet. She had missed this as much as I had missed her. I withdrew my finger and began rubbing her entire vulva with my palm. She was slick now, and my skin slid against hers. She pushed against my hand and I buried a finger again in her. Again she gasped as it entered her, then groaned as I pushed it as far in as I could, my hand pressing hard against her pussy as I worked my finger in and up, up, trying to find her G-spot.

She took hold of my head with both hands and pushed me away gently. I didn't understand until she began turning and lay down on the couch, still holding my head in her hands. Then, with gentle pressure, she pushed my head down, down, down towards her tummy. Getting the message, I kissed her belly, then began tracing kisses down further until her wisp of pubic hair tickled my lips. Further down I kissed, until there was no more hair, just wet, slick skin. I took a long lick down one wet, puffy lip, then up the other. I lapped at her outer lips, smooth and slick from her flowing juices. Up one side, down the other, avoiding her slit and avoiding her clit. I breathed her in, tasting her, smelling her. Yes, she was all I had now, and this was how I showed my gratitude, how I showed my love.

I felt her hands on either side of my head again. She was becoming impatient, yearning for the touch of my tongue on her sensitive clitoris. She guided my face to the middle, and pressed her pelvis up as she guided my mouth up her wet slit to her clit. When my lips first brushed it, I could feel that it was perhaps more swollen than I had ever felt it. I brushed it with my lips once, then twice, her stickiness coating my lips as they lightly caressed her hard nub. With no warning I laid my tongue flat against her clit and gave one long, sensuous lick, from the back of my tongue to the tip, hesitating with the tip against her clit, wiggling, tickling, teasing her swollen, exposed nerve-endings. Again I took a long lick, and poised my index finger at her opening. Again I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue as I also teased her opening with the tip of my finger.

Then in one movement, I plunged my finger into her cunt and sucked her clit into my mouth, swirling it around my tongue. I felt her hands clamp my head, followed by the pressure of her thighs as she gushed an orgasm into my face, grinding her sex against my soaking mouth and nose as she came hard again and again. Even after the most powerful part of her orgasm subsided, I knew she was still having small aftershocks, as I felt her pussy walls spasm against my finger again and again as I brought her gently down, kissing her all around her sex, her belly, her thighs, as I slowly and gently moved my finger in and out, letting her come down little by little. 

When I sensed that she was finally done, I lay my head on her belly and closed my eyes. I enjoyed her warmth. I enjoyed the closeness. After a bit she touched my head.

"Are you awake?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "I think I drifted off for a second, but yeah, I'm awake." I didn't want to move.

"We'd better get you home," she said. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us." I called a cab, and she saw me to the door. 

"I'll always remember your father," she told me at the door. "He was very special to me, too, at one time in my life. I know how you feel about him, and I know how much it hurts you that he's gone. But remember, Michael, he'll always be with you, no matter where you are or what you do." I kissed her as I would have my step-mother and hugged her to me.

"I know," I said. "I know."

And with that, I put the loss of my parents behind me and looked again towards the future.



The Professional Ch. 10



I got back into the mountainous flow of work pretty quickly. The Congresswoman was preparing to co-sponsor a bill that would change subsidies for certain crops and timber, and I knew it would be an uphill battle. There was a lot of schmoozing to be done over the next couple of months, and a lot of favors to be called in. I'd be spending a lot of time schmoozing and calling with D.H. 

Evidently my two private clients had missed me as well. On Tuesday night I was paddling the Judge's doughy white bottom before I took her forcefully "against her will" ($800), and on Friday night I fucked Susan in her bed at their home while the Senator jerked himself off. ($1500 with him watching and taking sloppy seconds). Into my nest egg it went.

Saturday night we had a dinner at 8:00 pm with a delegation from the chapter of the National Restaurant Association back home. It was just the two of us in the office, and I was busy designing a spreadsheet to track votes on the upcoming bill. Late in the afternoon, D.H. poked her head in my office. 

"Come see me as soon as you can," she said with a wicked little smile. "Finish your work first, though." Obviously she knew the bill would be an uphill battle, too, if she wanted me to finish my work before servicing her. I laughed.

"I'll be there in about a half-hour." I started working faster, and finished the spreadsheet in twenty minutes.

When I was done, I went to the restroom and freshened up, then headed to D.H.'s office. I knocked lightly and entered, closing and locking the door behind me.

After a little chit-chat she motioned me over to the couch, and I began massaging her legs as she reclined on the couch. As I was rubbing up and down her legs, working my way slowly up to her pussy, she began feeling around my crotch with her foot, obviously looking for my cock.

"Where is the little fella?" she asked. Just then her foot grazed my semi-hardness. "Oh, there he is," she cooed. I got real hard, real fast.

As I stroked her thighs, she continued to play with my cock, rubbing it up and down against the side of her foot. It felt really good and was really turning me on, so I went for her pussy. I pulled her skirt up and put my face up against her hairless mound and started licking.

While I did she bent her knee so she could keep rubbing my cock with her foot. As I pleasured her, she continuously rubbed and when she came, so did I, spurting in my pants like a schoolboy.

When we had both recovered I said, "Not that I didn't appreciate that, but I don't have a change of clothes and we've got dinner in an hour and a half. I just messed my pants, thanks to you!"

She laughed. "Here, give them to me," she said, holding out her hand.

I took my pants and underwear off and handed them to her. "Come on," she said, and headed for her private bathroom.

I sat with no pants on the cold toilet seat as she washed the spots on my slacks and boxers with a wet towel, then dried them with the hair dryer. I watched as she worked, happy to see her so eager to help me, but I just couldn't keep myself from bringing up the same sore subject again.

I started off with "You know, that was fun, but it would have even been better if we had actually had real sex."

"Not going to happen, Michael," was her reply. She smiled at me, though. "We've been through this, and I've told you it can't happen."

"Well, would you at least do a little more of what you did just now?" I knew I couldn't push it too far.

"We'll see," was all she said.

"It seems like everyone else in the world wants to fuck me, and the one person I want doesn't want me," I said it matter-of-factly. I didn't want to sound like I was whining.

"It's not that I don't want to, Michael. I'm a human being, flesh and blood. I have the same desires as anyone else." She stopped and looked me right in the eye. "But, sweetie, I have more discipline than most people, as you know, and it isn't going to happen, end of story." I let it go at that.

When my pants and shorts were dry, I redressed and was headed back to my office when D.H. stopped me and told me she had something for me, and that it was for my eyes only. She handed me a large manila envelope which I took back to my office.

Back in my office, I glanced at the clock on my desk as I opened the envelope. I was only mildly surprised to see that it was a file on Nelson Redfield, D.H.'s opponent in the upcoming primary election. I knew that the Congresswoman had a P.I. working on gathering information about Redfield.

I was, however, very surprised by what I found. Evidently Mr. Redfield and his trophy wife were swingers. There were numerous interviews with couples from various swinger clubs that could identify their pictures, but didn't know them by name. There was one interview that stood out, though, and it was accompanied by a posed picture of the smart-looking couple who provided the interview. The picture had probably been downloaded off the internet.

In the confidential interview, the couple identified Mr. and Mrs. Redfield by name, although during their encounter they had used an alias. The couple had recognized the Redfields when he announced his candidacy and were thrilled that they had "done" (their words) such a power couple. They went on to describe the location of the encounter and how it was arranged. When the P.I. asked if they would be willing to sign an affidavit attesting to what they had just told him, they were offended. "Absolutely not!" the man had said. "What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. It's our credo." I shook my head. You won't sign an affidavit or testify, but you don't mind bragging about it to a stranger. What a hypocrite! I looked again at the clock and realized it was time to go. I closed up the folder, locked it in my desk, and called out to D.H. as I grabbed my coat.

Karl was waiting at the entrance with the car running. It was a short drive over to The Madison on 15th and M St. so we didn't have much time to confer about Redfield, but we did agree to talk about it later. My one comment was that the evidence was pretty thin. The Congresswoman replied that it was thin, but there may be enough to support a bluff.

As Karl held the door for us, we exited the car and stood in front of the newly remodeled hotel. I suddenly had a thought and shared it with D.H.

"These are all restaurant people," I whispered. "I hope the food's good here." She laughed and we entered, me trailing her by a half step.

* * * *

The following Friday at noon we sat with Mr. and Mrs. Redfield in D.H.'s office. We had lunch brought in from the Capitol Dining Room for our private meeting with them. Redfield was dressed in a dark blue suit, and his skinny wife, overdressed for a luncheon, was far too deferential to the Congresswoman. And, knowing what I knew about them, I didn't like the hungry way she kept looking at me.

Being new to politics, the Redfields evidently thought this was a "get-to-know-your-opponent" lunch and pleasantly chit-chatted away during the meal. They were clearly out of their league. When the meal was finished, D.H. cleared her throat.

"Nelson and Jennifer, thank you so much for coming today," she started. "There is a matter which we should discuss, and I hope you'll take it as it is intended; as friendly advice to political novices." I saw Redfield perceptibly shift in his chair as he realized there was to be more to this meeting than friendly banter. He was a third generation auto dealer, and he flashed his phony car-salesman smile. D.H. continued.

"First, Nelson, while I certainly recognize your right to run against me, you can't win, and it will only damage our party's cause in the general election." She paused to see if Redfield wanted to dispute what she had just said. When he didn't, she continued.

"If you are running to gain traction, or to begin to get your name noticed, that can be handled in other ways. I can arrange for an appointment or I can back you in a local or state election, which would give you a decided advantage over other candidates in our party." Still no response from Redfield, but I looked over at his wife, and she was looking very uncomfortable. She smiled leeringly at me when she caught me looking her way, and I thought to myself that if she was uncomfortable with this part of the conversation, she'd be wanting to crawl out of her skin pretty quickly.

"So, Nelson. Any thoughts on what I've said?" D.H. had locked her gaze directly on Redfield. I looked over at him and could see that he, too, was uncomfortable. I sensed, though, that it was as much from being spoken to like this by a woman as much as it was in trying to frame a response.

"Well, Congresswoman," he said. First mistake: he had deferred to her office when she had addressed him by first name. "I'm not sure I can beat you but I sure would like to try. Jenny and I have been wanting to get into politics. My Dad ran, you know, and just missed making it into Congress. I'd like to finish what he started." His father had been crushed twenty years before when he ran against an incumbent as an unknown.

"With that being said," D.H. continued, "there is one other matter that may influence your decision." She turned to me. "Michael, do you have that file handy?" I did, in fact, have that file in my briefcase next to my chair. I reached down, grabbed it and handed it across the table to D.H.

She opened the file, looked at the contents briefly, and then said, "The fact that you and your wife are swingers makes you an unviable candidate for National office. It's just a fact, Nelson dear, that you can't have skeletons that big and survive in a race for so much power. Not in today's climate." We had decided against handing Redfield the file. The information was too thin. We thought it better to let his imagination make it a little thicker.

Without being too obvious I glanced at both the Redfields, and as predicted, the wife was looking like she wanted to be anywhere but here. Redfield kept his cool, though, looking as though he had just sunk a long putt on the 18th green. I had to give him credit for that.

"Well," Redfield said, "I don't know where you're hearing these rumors from, but that's all it is. Rumors." D.H. reached into the file and pulled out the picture of the smart-looking couple.

"That's not what Mr. and Mrs. Smith, as you know them, said." She handed the picture to Redfield. He looked at it once, then showed it to his wife. They gave each other a quick look, and Redfield stood.

"Thank you very much for lunch, Ms. Congresswoman," he said. "But my wife and I really must go." He held out his hand to his wife and she stood as well. As planned, D.H. and I remained seated.

"That's fine, Mr. Redfield," D.H. said without extending her hand. "You can show yourselves out."

As soon as the door closed behind them, D.H. smiled at me and said, "That's how it's done, Sonny. That's how you deliver a pizza!"

* * * *

We had a celebratory drink in the office, then left early and had a few more at a bistro not far from D.H.'s townhouse. We were both a little sloshed by the time Karl poured us into the Town Car and drove us home. When we got to D.H.'s, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think you should come in for a little nightcap," and then giggled. I'd never seen her so loose and I thought this might be my big chance. Maybe what she meant by a nightcap was hiding my cap where it was as dark as night. I congratulated myself for being so witty. Such is the human mind when inebriated.

She dismissed Karl, and I let us in her front door after only two attempts to put the key in the lock. As soon as we were inside with the door shut behind us, she grabbed me and pulled me to her, planting her mouth on mine. After a minute or two of some heavy making out, she told me to make myself comfortable and that she'd be right down.

I went into the den and made us both another drink, even though I knew we'd both regret it in the morning. As I made myself comfortable on the davenport, D.H. returned wearing a silky robe, obviously with nothing on underneath it. I handed her the drink and she downed half of it in one big gulp, then put it on the coffee table and giggled.

"Michael," she laughed, "I'd like to introduce you to my best friend before you were my best friend." With that, she reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a life-size replica of a ten or eleven-inch dick. "It buzzes," she snorted, and broke out into laughter. Then she looked at me with a pout. 

"Can we have a threesome? You, me, and my old best friend?" she asked in a little voice with her lips pooched out.

"Sure," I replied. "And we can invite Nelson and Jenny, and then we'll be swingers, too!" Thinking again how witty I was I smiled.

She moved over next to me on the couch and put the dildo in my lap. "Mmmmm," she cooed as she started snuggling into me. "Are you going to do me with my big friend?"

"Hey, he's not that much bigger than I am," I replied, trying to sound outraged. I picked up the rubber cock and hefted it in my hand. "Well, maybe a little bigger." A lot bigger, actually.

She started kissing my neck, then found my hand and brought it to her breast. "I don't need much foreplay," she whispered into my ear. "I've been hot all day, ever since lunch."

I squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she groaned. "Oh, that feels so fucking good," she said. Quite the potty mouth when she's been drinking, I thought to myself.

I reached inside her robe and took her bare breast in my hand. I squeezed and pulled on her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. "Harder," she whispered.

I took her other breast in my hand and gave her nipple a firm squeeze. She jumped when I did, then whispered again, "Harder. Make it hurt. Ada told me what you do to her." I gave her nipple a hard pinch and pulled it away from her body.

"Oh," she cried out when I did. "More, do it some more." I began using both hands to abuse her nipples, pulling, pinching, squeezing, and finally using my teeth to bite them as her excitement mounted. I watched as her body tensed, then released in orgasmic bliss.

"That's enough, that's enough," she said as her orgasm subsided. "Play with my pussy now!"

I slid my right hand down to her belly, then ran my fingers down her slit. She was soaked. 

"You're awfully wet," I said.

"I've been wet all day," she answered. "Use my friend and make me cum again." 

I patted around the couch until I found the dildo. Sinking to my knees in front of the couch, I spread her knees and leaned in to take a few long, slow licks up and down her wet slit. I moved my head away and ran the life-like head of the rubber cock up and down where my tongue had just been, getting it nice and lubricated. I marveled at how soft, yet rigid it was. Just like a real cock, I thought to myself. Hard and soft at the same time.

I continued to rub the dildo up and down her flowing cunt and leaned forward again to suck on her clit. When I did, I let the mushroom-shaped head of the fake cock find the entrance to her hole. I pushed it in just a little and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her entire pussy was engorged, flaming red with desire. I pushed the dildo in a little further and she groaned. I pushed it in a little further again, which elicited a slightly larger groan. Finally, I sank it all the way in, and she pushed back against it, moaning and moving her head side to side.

"Fuck me with it, Michael." She took hold of my hand and pulled it away, pulling the dildo out of her. When the tip was back at her entrance, she pushed and the giant cock pierced her again, driving all the way in. "Fuck me hard."

I started giving her a good fucking with it while I sucked and played with her clit. I would plunge it into her, then draw it slowly out, only to plunge it in again as far as it would go. She pumped her hips in time to my thrusts, and soon we developed a rhythm in and out.

She was breathing hoarsely, punctuating each thrust with a "hooh" from the back of her throat. I picked up the tempo and she matched me thrust for thrust. My hand was sticky, coated with her juices and I lost grip on the dildo briefly, leaving her impaled by it as my hand flew away. I quickly got it back under control and turned the vibrator on low. I could feel her entire pussy vibrating as I ran the huge life-like cock in and out of her and sucked on her clit.

I pulled it out and placed the vibrating head against her clit. "Turn it up," she moaned. I turned the knob on the end of the dildo, and the vibrating got more intense, and louder.

"Fuck," she said as I teased her with the vibrating head. I placed it against her clit, then gave it light pressure. She gave a long, slow moan as the cock vibrated against her swollen clit. I plunged the vibrating phallus into her, then brought it back up against her clit and gave it the gentle pressure again. Again with the long moan. I stuck it in her again, and gave it a few in and out thrusts before bringing it up against her clit again. Another moan, and I left it there, letting it vibrate her sensitive clit, causing her entire body to spasm as she came hard. In the middle of her orgasm, she pulled my hands away. The vibrations were causing her clit to over-sensitive. I turned the vibrating off and pushed the dildo back into her and slid it slowly all the way in as she coursed through her orgasm. I held it in her tightly as she moaned and fluttered through her release.

I left the dildo in her and went up on my knees between her spread legs. I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my pants and pulled them down. My hard cock sprung out as I pulled down my boxers.

"Let me put this in you now," I pleaded. Her eyes flew open and she saw my boner sticking straight out from my belly, pointed at her cunt. "Let me pull this out, and put this in you," I repeated.

She smiled and said, "No, honey. I'm not that drunk." She gave me a smoldering look. "Why don't you keep fucking me with my friend, and you can come on me, but not in me."

Disappointed, I scooped some of her juices that had pooled at the bottom of her flaming cunt and smeared them on my cock. I took it in my left hand, and grabbed the end of the dildo with my right. I started moving the dildo in and out of her at the same pace as I stroked my rock-hard cock. 

"That's it, honey", she sighed. "Just like you're really fucking me." I was matching the motion of the fake cock in out of her with the motion of my hand on my own, real one. My eyes were glued to the sight of the huge cock sliding in and out of her as I picked up speed. I was making believe that it was my hard cock slipping in and out of her.

"Cum on my pussy," she cooed. "Cum on my pussy now, Sweetie." I felt my orgasm begin in my balls, and with one more stroke of the dildo in and out of her and one more stroke of my hand around my cock I shot a thick wad of cum across my other hand and her gleaming pussy lips. I moved my hand away and shot a second rope, and then a third directly on her bald pussy and on the blunt end of the dildo which was now slowly emerging from her hole of its own volition. As it slid out of her I continued to dump my load on her wet, gleaming lips. It plopped out and fell to the floor.

She smiled and reached down, rubbing my cum into her vulva and swollen lips. I collapsed against her, with my face near her breasts, which both had bright red, swollen nipples from the attention I had given them earlier.

"And that's how you deliver a pizza, Sonny!" she cried out, and began laughing. I got up off her and handed her drink to her, then took a sip of mine.

"I need to get cleaned up and get home," I said. "Neither of us are going to feel very good in the morning. 

I went to the downstairs restroom and ran a wash cloth under some warm water and cleaned myself up. When I was done, I rinsed it and took it out to the living room, where D.H. had laid out and already fallen asleep on the couch. I gently cleaned up her pussy, then grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa and covered her with it. I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you," although I knew she was already in Dreamland.




The Professional Ch. 10



I called a cab, then let myself out to wait in the cold and relive what had just happened in that house. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was darned close. And it was pretty darned great. My cab arrived and I fell into it, tired to the bone.