Party Politics

I wasn't used to all the attention. It had been a week since I had been tapped to fill the senate seat left vacant by one of our party's most venerable politicians, unfortunately brought down by a scandal blown way out of proportion. So what if he was caught texting young boys; it didn't detract from his record of standing up for family values!

Back at the ranch, it had been a crazy time, what with my family thrown into a media circus. I should probably give you a little background. My name is Sophie. I'm first and foremost a happily married mother of three, a God-fearing Christian, and finally, the mayor of a small town in a big, conservative western state. If you follow the news, you've probably figured out who I am - but that isn't important here, I'm just interested in sharing one little piece of my story.

Until the call from the state party leaders, the biggest news item out of this small town was my effort to have some books removed from the town's public library. Now, though, CNN was camped out across the street, and I couldn't go anywhere without being forced to hold an impromptu press conference. Truth be told, I wasn't surprised at their fascination with the story. After all, I would be the first to admit I really wasn't qualified to fill the position. Not that I'd share that with these liberal media bastards...

I guess my style had caught the attention of some of the higher-ups. I was an attractive woman with a reputation of holding firm to the Republican party line. I was an engaging speaker. The camera loved me. I guess I was a perfect antidote for the PR nightmare which the old senator had brought on the state party.

Anyway, this was the setting when last weekend began. I had been invited, and given instructions on how to make the trip undetected by the media, to join a party higher-up and a major donor at a house deep in the woods, where I would be once more grilled on my policy positions, and packed full of information before my first major press conference. With my husband, my rock, on speed dial until he could join me the next day, I made the one-hour drive, arriving just after dark.

After a nice dinner and small talk about state politics, the three of us settled into comfortable chairs in the living room, beer for the men and whiskey for me, and they proceeded to explain their logic in selecting me to appoint for the position.

"I know you may feel unprepared, Sophie, but we trust you. We trust your family, and we trust your politics," John, the party official, explained. Mostly, Bob here thought a woman such as yourself would immediately appeal to a large cross-section of the population, and would be a nice safe choice after the scandal we've just been through. We hope to strengthen our support among women, and frankly, we know you appeal to men of all ages. Right, Bob?" John gestured to the other man, the party donor, clearly the real decision-maker of the two.

"Absolutely. We've been looking for the MILF candidate for years."

I smiled and raised my glass to their bottles, but I couldn't help but be confused. What on earth did 'MILF' stand for? Was this yet another government agency I'd never heard of but would have to learn about in the next two days? I excused myself, running to another room to call my husband.

"Hi, honey," I said sweetly when he answered. "Things are going fine here, I just have one question."

"OK, shoot!"

"What's a 'MILF'?"

"Ooh, um, well, dear, did those guys use the term to refer to you?"

"Yes, is that a good thing?"

"Well, I'll spare you the details, but let's just say they're referring to your sex appeal. I must say, I'm a little nervous, leaving you there alone with a couple of powerful men!"

"Oh, don't be silly. I would never do anything like that without you here to watch!"

His cell phone cut out at that point, so I was left to my own devices, and returned to the living room to join the men, who had moved on to another drink. We continued talking, covering several vital social issues, such as how to keep homosexuals marginalized, before moving on to foreign policy, an area where I really, desperately needed education.

Bob took a few minutes to explain his priorities in those regards, with John nodding his head in agreement every few moments. I took careful mental notes, but was still feeling insecure about whether I could remember all of this new information, whether I could hold my own when talking to the media. I decided it was time to return to a position of comfort.

"So, guys, could we call it a night on the political talk? Maybe get started again in the morning? I really appreciate your confidence in me and the time you're taking to get me prepped, but I think I've had about all I can take for one evening."

"Sure, no problem, Sophie. We can start again in the morning. If you'd like to turn in, the bedrooms are down the hall," Bob said, pointing to his right.

"Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind. I was thinking it might be time I put my mouth where your money is."

"Um, what?"

"Well, you said I was the 'MILF' candidate you'd been looking for - I thought your vote of confidence in me might be worth a little action, right here, tonight."

Before he could speak, I dropped from my chair to my knees, unbuttoning my jacket as I did so, revealing my lacy bra beneath. Both men gasped, and I proceeded to crawl over to Bob, my dark brown hair still in its tidy up-do, my smart glasses still on my nose, but a seductive grin on my face.

Before he could protest - as if he ever would have - I unzipped Bob's slacks and fished his hardening cock out of his boxers. He certainly didn't protest at this point, sliding down in his chair to give me better access as I wrapped my mouth around his shaft. Slowly, gently, I engulfed his entire length, feeling it grow inside my mouth as I licked and sucked. Before long, the tip of his firm cock reached into my throat, and I began bobbing up and down on him, to his obvious satisfaction.

Meanwhile, I heard John's footsteps behind me as he rose from his chair and approached us. My aggressively slutty actions obviously gave him an open invitation to join us, and before long, I could feel his touch. He removed the clip from my hair and gathered my long brown locks in his hands, pulling together a tight ponytail which he used to control my motions on Bob's cock. He kneeled behind me, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel his hard bulge against my ass as I continued pleasuring Bob.

Just as quickly as he had grabbed it, John let go of my hair, and I felt him stand up, and heard his zipper as he freed himself from his slacks. Bob stood up, pulling me with him, and as I continued to suck him off, I felt John position himself behind me. He shoved my tight wool skirt up to my waist and began rubbing me through the fabric of my panties. I quickly responded, gyrating my hips in rhythm to his fingers, and he in turn responded by pushing the panties aside and touching me directly.

I groaned deeply as his fingers reached my skin, and hoped he couldn't wait any longer. John quickly replaced his fingers with his cock, rubbing it against my pussy lips, lubricating himself with my already-flowing juices, before finally pressing into me with one long, gentle motion.

"Ahhhhhh," I moaned, the sound muffled as my mouth was still busy on Bob's throbbing cock. We continued in this position for a few minutes, John fucking me from behind as I sucked off Bob. We then made a quick switch, as I turned around, allowing Bob to now take me from behind as I licked my own juices from John's even more impressive cock.

We switched once more, gradually increasing the intensity of both fucking and sucking, before Bob and John suddenly noticed that my husband had arrived and was standing in the corner of the room. Both men froze, horrified that he would be upset, fearing the worst - the jealous husband uncovering, and then leaking to the press, yet another Republican sex scandal.

But soon, they picked up on our vibe. The fact that I continued to bob up and down on whichever cock was in my mouth at that moment, I can't frankly remember. The fact that my husband Bill was now stroking himself at the sight of his wife pleasuring two men simultaneously.

"Don't worry," Bill said, "we won't make the mistake the last guy did, the mistake of getting caught! I know how hot Sophie is, and it's even hotter to share her."

Before either man could cum, it was time to change positions again. This time, I wanted Bill to be part of the action. I guided John to lie on the floor beneath me, while I lowered myself onto his hard cock and rode him slowly. Bob knelt behind me and began probing my ass with his fingers, preparing it for something larger - his eager cock.

I tightened at first, but looked deep into my husband's approving eyes and relaxed, allowing two of Bob's fingers to slide easily into my virgin hole as he spread my ass cheeks apart. While Bill began to peel off his clothes, Bob replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock, pressing it gently against my asshole as I continued to ride John, more slowly now.

Before I knew it, two cocks were pressing into me at once - a major donor and a party official plowing into me, their MILF candidate of choice, as I panted in a combination of pleasure and pain. Bill's cock was already jutting out from his body, as he was obviously overwhelmed at the sight of his wife being taken by two strange men.

I looked at him longingly, motioning for him to come closer, and I sucked his cock into my mouth as soon as I could reach it. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down onto his entire shaft, my nose reaching his belly as the tip of his cock entered my throat. I could hardly breathe, my mouth full of cock as the other men began pounding my pussy and ass more fiercely.

My first orgasm hit at that moment, my senses completely overwhelmed as these three middle-aged men pounded their cocks into my eager holes. I lost all control, spasming violently, but held in place by their rhythmic thrusts as they each reached towards their own climaxes.

John was the first to cum, as I felt his cock jerk inside my pussy just as my own climax had subsided. He remained inside of me as Bob continued to pound my ass, all of my initial pain now gone. After another few moments, he pulled out of me and shot his load all over my back, his warm, sticky cum dripping down my ass cheeks.

I now devoted all of my attention to Bill's cock, expertly stroking his shaft with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, just as he had trained me to do in years of practice. All of his length pressed into my mouth with each of his rapid strokes. As he fucked my mouth, I continued to gather pleasure from the cocks still buried inside my pussy and ass, gyrating my hips as I moved with each stroke.

I came again, this orgasm more powerful than the first, groaning and gasping around my husband's cock as the waves of pleasure overcame me. This pushed him over the edge as well, as he pulled out of my mouth and shot his ample load all over my face and chest. Still catching my breath, I revelled in the naughtiness of the moment, my first foursome with three cocks filling my waiting holes.

Clearly, we weren't holding ourselves to the standard of the morality our party liked to legislate on others. What happened in meetings behind closed doors could remain just there.

"Well, Sophie," John said once we had pulled ourselves away from our orgy, you've clearly shown that you can take it from all angles. I think you're ready to face the press now!"

The Permit

I'm not patient. Those who know me best describe me as a determined overachiever. I put myself through school, run my own business, and just bought my first house - and I just turned 25. I'm only truly happy when I'm in control - the main reason I knew I had to go into business for myself, rather than settling for working for someone else. I'm a stickler for details and have very high standards in all that I do. And I can't rest until I know a job is done.

Which is why I insisted on serving as the contractor for the work that needed to be done on my new home. Actually, it was a very old home - a beautiful Victorian from 1890 - which needed some substantial restoration work to be brought back to its former glory. I had planned out the project, hired professionals to do the work I couldn't do myself, and was ready to get rolling, when my electrician pointed out that I couldn't do a thing until I got the necessary permits.

So, I made a point of scheduling a visit to the city office building the next day. I had called ahead to make sure they were open, but somehow the person I spoke with didn't feel it necessary to mention that the one person who could actually help me with my permit always took lunch at exactly the time I planned to come, so I ended up waiting for 45 minutes. Oh well, I told myself, it was worth the frustration so that I could start the work.

Exactly as the big, old-fashioned clock on the wall struck 1:30, he entered the office, walking right past me and sitting at his desk. I was a little surprised at his lack of customer service skills, but figured I'd give him a second to get settled before asking for his attention. I'd had plenty of time to stare at the nameplate on his desk, and was debating whether to address him as Jim, or Mr. Taylor.

Not that he didn't notice me; he just seemed to see me more as an object than a citizen he was hired to serve. He looked me up and down, studying my long bare legs, crossed under a mid-thigh-length skirt, and lingering over my tits, perky under a buttoned cotton sweater. Just as I should have expected. OK, that was enough time for him to settled after lunch, not to mention plenty of time for him to ogle me. Now he could help me with what I'd come there to accomplish.

"Excuse me, I need to get a permit for some work on my home? It's within the historic district."

"OK, please fill out these forms," he said, handing me several pages worth of city documents, "and return them to me when you're done."

I returned to my seat, taking a pen from the jar on his desk, and began filling out the forms, answering a seemingly endless string of questions about the work I was planning, the people I'd hired to do it, and its impact on the historic nature of my home and the neighborhood. I looked at my watch more than once, concerned with how much of my day was being eaten up with this bureaucracy - after all, it's not like I wanted to tear down the beautiful victorian and replace it with a strip mall. I was trying to restore it!

"OK, here you go," I said as I handed the forms back to him, hoping to receive my permit in return.

"OK, thank you, um," he searched for my name on the form to finish his sentence, "Kristie." He stamped the forms in several places, and then looked up as he placed them in a large stack on one corner of his desk. "You can come back in two weeks for your permit, unless you'd like us to mail it to you?"

"Um, excuse me, two weeks?"

"That's right, two weeks is the standard for new permits. Are there any other questions I can answer for you?" He had clearly been doing this job for years, exhibiting a calm confidence as he maintained the bureaucratic status quo in spite of my obvious irritation.

"Is there no way to speed up the process? I'm really desperate to get started on this work."

"Listen, I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. Two weeks is two weeks. You'll just need to learn a little discipline." He was still calm, unflappable, but his words hung in the air as his piercing blue eyes stared deep into mine.

I blushed, then at the embarrassment of blushing at the word 'discipline', blushed even hotter. Did he mean it as a double entendre? Was he just messing with me, because he knew he held the power in this situation? Much as I knew I'd probably hate myself later, I quickly decided that it would probably be worth flirting with him in an effort to get past the two weeks of red tape.

I unbuttoned the top button of my sweater, put my hand on the edge of his desk, and leaned towards him. "I'm really not the patient type, Jim. Any chance you could move my permit through the system any faster?"

"Hey, I'll be happy to go out with you, but it'll still be a two-week wait on the permit."

Furious and humiliated, I stormed out of the office. Then stormed back in for the jacket I had forgotten, then stormed back out again. Jeez, what a nightmare. It was a rare experience for me, this inability to make something happen. And even more rare, not to be able to rely on my sexuality when all else failed.

One day short of two weeks later, his secretary called, setting a time for me to come by his office. Finally, the work could begin! As I entered the office, I had to pinch myself to remain aloof; Jim was even more attractive than I'd remembered.

"Thanks for coming in, Kristie, there were just a few things you neglected to fill in on the forms, and then I need you to sign on the bottom of page 4."

I quickly scribbled my responses in the blanks, signed the bottom of page 4, and hastily handed the forms back, eager to be on my way.

"Great, thank you. So, the two weeks start today, we'll let you know when your permit is ready!"

"What? You've got to be kidding me - I've already waited two weeks!" I was livid, and resorted to something I thought I never would. Keeping my eyes on his, I reached into my purse and pulled out some cash, offering it in his direction. "Any chance this might speed things up?"

"Oh, no, Kristie. I can't accept that. Besides, as I've already told you, two weeks is two weeks. Nothing more I can do."

Again, I was embarrassed. First, he had refused my flirtateous advances, and now, still cool and collected behind his desk, he pulled the moral high road when I tried to bribe him. I refused to believe that this red tape was insurmountable. Time to pull out all the stops.

"Well, OK. Maybe I do need to learn a little discipline." Gaining courage from the twinkle I swore I saw in his eyes, I continued, "Are you the one who would be giving it to me?"

"OK, Kristie, how about we meet for drinks tonight after work."

I left his office, more slowly this time, convinced that I had managed to work some magic. A few drinks, a little more suggestive talk, and I was sure I'd have him wrapped around my little finger, handing over the permit. I went home, chose a flattering little black dress, combed my long blonde hair into a cute 'do, and made it to the bar we'd agreed on, just in time.

He was quite late - 40 minutes late, arriving just as steam literally began to come out of my ears. How hard was it, exactly, for him to walk the two blocks from his office to this place? But it was no accident that he was late. This was all part of his plan to teach me a little patience, a little discipline.

"So, hope you didn't mind waiting?"

"You know I did, but hey, no problem."

"Good girl. Another drink?"

"Absolutely."

We chatted for a few minutes, sipping our drinks, before I couldn't take it any more, and asked about the status of my permit.

"Kristie, I really don't like to talk about work when I'm not on the clock. Suffice it to say, the answer's not going to change. Two weeks is two weeks."

What the hell was he up to here? Was he really not going to budge? Why had he agreed to go out for drinks? As if in answer to these silent questions, he changed the subject.

"So, we've already worked a bit on your patience this evening. I'm impressed that you waited so long for my arrival. Now perhaps we should focus on your discipline. Where would you suggest we begin?"

"Uh, what?"

His hand grazed my leg, one finger tracing a slow and delicate path from my ankle to the hem of my dress. "Well, I'm just wondering," the sparkle again in his eyes, "are you going to cry out for a spanking, or will it be enough just for me to force my cock down your throat and deny you an orgasm until you've given me at least two or three?"

My brain was screaming at me to object, to toss my drink in his face and walk out, some of my pride still intact. But my skin was hot from his touch, and I was shocked to find myself turned on by the way he talked to me. I blushed again, and realizing that others in the bar could see me, let my head fall, hiding my face from view.

He leaned in, whispering in my ear as his fingers now reached under my dress, stroking ever closer to my hot pussy. "Are you ready for a real lesson in patience and discipline?"

"Yes, yes," I whispered as his fingers reached my clit. I couldn't believe he was fingering me right here in the bar, couldn't believe I was letting him, couldn't even remember the reason I was here in the first place, but none of it mattered anymore. I couldn't believe how freeing it was to give up control so completely. He brought me to the brink of orgasm with his fingers, then stopped abruptly, before paying for the drinks and leading me back to his office.

By the time we arrived, I remembered my motivation again, and was back to my controlling ways. I was still turned on and eager to make out with this guy, but I would make it my mission to get him off as soon as possible so he'd finally give in and let me leave with the permit.

And so began our all-night battle of wills. I was determined to satisfy him, thinking that he'd give me what I had come for as soon as he'd had his way with me. And he was equally determined to teach me a little patience, showing me who was truly in charge. From the start, it was the hottest sex I'd ever had.

He unzipped my dress, watched it fall to the floor, and began fondling my tits, squeezing and nuzzling as I felt his hard cock grow against my leg. When I tried to wrap my arms around him, he grabbed both wrists in one of his strong hands and held my arms forcefully behind my back. He continued fondling me, now nibbling and pinching my nipples more forcefully.

I continued struggling against him, not wanting him to stop, but simply wanting to gain the upper hand. He responded by pushing me down to my knees and pressing my face against his crotch. He was still fully-clothed, but quickly remedied that, whipping off his belt and unzipping his fly to give me access to his cock. But again, when I reached for it with my hands, he pushed them away, grabbing my hair in his hands and forcing me to take his full length into my mouth.

It was easy at first, but as he began to grow more erect, I could barely handle his thrusts, gagging and continuing to struggle for control. I knew I could bring him to orgasm if he let me use my hands, stroking his shaft and cradling his balls as I sucked him off, but he wouldn't let me!

After a few more minutes of pounding my mouth, he pulled me up to my feet, and told me to make myself comfortable as he excused himself for a few minutes. I did indeed make myself comfortable, removing my bra and panties and letting down my hair. I also decided to search his desk for my paperwork, convinced that my permit was sitting there somewhere.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

I wasn't sure what I felt first - the heat of his body as he came up behind me, or the sting of his words, realizing I'd been caught. Before I had a chance to answer, he pushed me down so that my hands and forearms rested on his desk, a pile of paperwork in front of my face, and asked me to spread my legs.

I couldn't see him from this position, and he began to tease my pussy mercilessly. First, he spread my ass cheeks apart and fingered me, easily wetting several fingers and forcing them deep inside. Next it was his cock - he was obviously naked now - rubbing back and forth. Just as I began to settle into a comfortable rhythm, he pulled away, instead shoving what felt like a small dildo into my virgin ass.

I cried out in pain, but as I tried to stand up to protest, he again took control, pressing his full body against mine so I couldn't move from my vulnerable position. Just as quickly as he had shocked me with pain, pain that had since turned into pleasure, the dildo was gone and he was again stroking my pussy lips with his cock.

"Please, please, just fuck me! I can't take it any more!"

"Oh, sure you can. Just a little discipline, that's all."

Before I knew it, he had let me up, but just long enough to push me back to my knees, and I was sucking his cock again, this time tasting just the hint of my own juices. Much to my satisfaction, this time around he did allow me the use of my hands, and before long, I had him moaning as he pounded into my mouth.

But again, he was the one in control, pulling out and again changing our positions before he succumbed to the climax of orgasm. He pulled me to my feet, cupped my pussy with his hand, and began fondling my clit and pussy lips as he forced his tongue down my throat. Once again, he had led me to forget my mission. My obsession with the permit had disappeared; my insistence on gaining the upper hand slipped away as he slipped his fingers inside of me and began fucking me.

I had stopped protesting, stopped begging for his cock, and this is precisely when he gave in and gave it to me. We explored position after position over the next hour - standing, across his desk, on the floor, against the wall - his hard cock filling me completely as we shifted from deep, gentle movements to hard and fast fucking.

I finally couldn't hold back the orgasm any longer, and began crying out as he brought me to the most profound pleasure I'd ever experienced.

"Yes, god yes, Jim, you're going to make me cum!"

"That's it, Kristie, just keep that going, just like that, I'm going to cum with you! Yes, yes, yes, yessssssss!"

I collapsed to the floor in sheer exhaustion after we had both cum, and would have fallen asleep right there if I hadn't soon remembered where I was. I didn't want to read that headline in the town paper, so slowly began gathering my clothes and getting dressed.

"I'm proud of you, Kristie. A little discipline can really pay off, don't you think?"

"I would never have believed it, but yes, that was certainly worth waiting for."

"So, see you in two weeks, then, for the permit?"

"You bet."

Special Assistant to the CEO

Wow, an interview! It was September, I had graduated with my Business degree in June, and had applied for countless jobs, none of which had panned out. Don't get me wrong, there had been several interviews, even a few offers, but none was exactly what I was looking for. But I was excited about this one, so it made my day to get the phone call.

I had applied for the job weeks ago. Josh and Dan, a couple of my classmates, had also applied and had been rejected almost immediately. When I was not, I figured it was a case of no news being good news. It was a vague job title - Special Assistant to the CEO - which I assumed would include some making of coffee and picking up of dry cleaning, but I didn't care. The CEO in question was one of the most respected in the country, sitting at the helm of a multi-million dollar company, and unfailingly referred to as one of the most creative, insightful, and ethical businessmen in the field. A chance to work for him, even if it was just managing his schedule or answering his phone, would undoubtedly be a valuable learning experience.

Anyway, needless to say, I arrived at his office the following day well-prepped, well-dressed, and just a bit nervous. I had chosen a professional but flattering black gabardine jacket and skirt, offset by a slightly low-cut red silk blouse. I carried a leather portfolio containing everything I thought he might ask to see - another copy of my resume, recommendation letters, transcripts. When I arrived, I progressed through a series of receptionists, until I finally found myself in his office. "He'll be with you shortly," a kindly older woman said, smiling as she motioned to the chair across from his desk. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thanks."

"Alright, I'll be just outside if you need anything," she said, closing the door on her way out.

Well, I thought to myself, I can't see that he needs any more people to answer his phone, manage his schedule, or even make his coffee, given the army who had just assisted me. So perhaps this job really would enable me to use my business smarts!

After just a few minutes, the door opened and I quickly stood to meet him. "Jessica, I presume?"

I had seen pictures of him, but hadn't realized that I would be taken aback when meeting him in person - he was bigger than I expected, about 6'3" and with an athletic build. "Yes, Mr. Peterson," I said with a smile and a handshake, "it's an honor to meet you!"

"Thank you. And thank you for coming. Just give me a moment to gather my thoughts."

He sat down behind his desk, and I returned to the chair opposite, watching him intently. He opened a manila folder, one of just a few on his clean desk, and I could see that he was looking at my resume. I took a deep breath, and tried to prepare myself for all of the possible questions that might come by way. But all of the mock interviews I'd been through in school couldn't prepare me for what came next.

He looked up from the papers, his piercing blue eyes locking on mine. I expected him to speak, but he did not, for what seemed like minutes, as he seemed to search my face for the answer to a puzzle. It didn't make me uncomfortable - it wasn't like the many experiences I'd had before when the boss was asking questions of my tits - just made me wonder what it was he was looking for.

Finally, he spoke, confident and calm, explaining exactly what he hoped I could offer.

"You undoubtedly noticed when you arrived that I have plenty of assistance here in the office. There are several people tasked with organizing my days and making sure I have everything I need to be an effective leader. What you might not have seen is that I also have dozens of employees already meeting other needs as well - recent college grads such as yourself ready to churn out reports, create presentations, hold meetings. So what I'm looking for with this position is really something quite unique."

"OK..."

"I've made some calls to your references - those you listed on your resume and those you didn't - and I'm confident enough in your professionalism and confidentiality to have invited you for an interview. You're actually the first."

"Well, thank you. But I'm not sure I understand the nature of the position?" I didn't want to press him, but I also couldn't stand the suspense much longer - what exactly was he looking for, anyway?

"Let me start by asking you, whether you choose to take the position or not, never to repeat anything you hear today. I'm sure I don't have to explain that I could make it very difficult for you to find future employment if I so chose?"

"Um, no, of course not." Was I interviewing to be some sort of business-world spy?

"Good, I'm glad we have that established. I need to hire a special assistant so that I can have a go-to person for projects which aren't quite ready to unveil to the whole team. I also need that person to be on call to me for other special favors. So, how experienced are you, exactly?"

"Well," I said, happy to finally have an opening to talk about my resume, "as you can see, I held two internships while in school, and..."

"No, Jessica, that's not what I mean. I'm asking how experienced you are, in a sexual sense."

"Um, what?"

"You see, I've watched too many of my peers get caught in embarrassing scandals - caught with their pants down, so to speak - that I'm interested in having someone actually on the payroll to take care of those needs. But of course that person must also be qualified to do some legitimate work for the company. And, in fact, capable enough to take on some serious projects, to build the experience necessary to be able to move on to a better position in the future. About the time you'd be ready to move on, for example, I'm sure I'd be interested in finding someone younger to take over these duties."

I was frozen in my chair. I was shocked - at the whole concept, at how cool he could be while explaining it to me. And shocked that I wasn't storming out of his office. He could tell that I was still listening, so he continued.

"What I want is very hard to come by in this world. I'm looking for someone willing to be my personal slut, at my service day or night, whenever or wherever I ask. But that same person also must be capable of maintaining a professional demeanor, handling some serious work for me and the business, and completely, utterly confidential."

Silence.

"If you can meet those demands, I'm prepared to offer you this salary." He stood up, walked around the desk to stand in front of me, and handed me a scrap of paper which noted a dollar amount in the high five figures. "And I'm serious about what I said earlier. I do want this person to be able to move on to, shall we say, a more traditional position in the future. If you choose to take this job, you are free to look for other work in the future, I only ask that you keep me in the loop, as I do have quite a considerable amount of experience in the field, and can offer you valuable advice. So, that brings us back to you. Do you think you'd have the experience to carry out this kind of work?"

I was still shocked, but with each word he uttered, calmly and confidently, I moved closer to deciding to take the job. Perhaps if he wasn't who he was - if he didn't hold the high reputation he did - I wouldn't have taken him at his word. But I did. What the hell, I'll go for it.

Rather than answering him in words, I dropped to my knees in front of him, so that my face was directly in front of his crotch. Looking up at him, I reached for his belt. He smiled, obviously pleased that I was taking some initiative. As I worked his belt free and unzipped his trousers, he slipped my jacket off and tossed it aside, proceeding to fondle my tits through my blouse as I massaged his cock through his boxers.

Keeping my big green eyes locked on his, I fished out his hardening cock and began stroking it with both hands. I could tell that I would have my hands, not to mention my mouth, full with his impressive length. Keeping both of my hands moving back and forth, I began exploring the tip with my tongue, still keeping my eyes on his. He now reached inside my blouse, forcing his hands inside my bra, and pinched my nipples firmly, and I responded by gasping quietly and then taking more of his length into my mouth.

After a few moments of this, my hands and mouth busy pleasuring him as he felt me up, he suddenly pulled his hands away from my breasts and began weaving his fingers through my long blonde hair, gathering it up in his hands until he had firm hold on a ponytail. With such force that I had no choice but to move my hands away, he forced me down onto his length, the tip of his cock reaching the back of my throat.

I gagged for a moment, but quickly regained my composure and relaxed my throat as he began fucking my mouth fast and deep. His balls slapped against my chin as he thrust his hips forward, and I took them in my hands and began fondling them, tickling him gently as he continued to thrust.

He let my hair fall from his fingers, and reached down to unbutton my blouse. I continued fondling his balls with one hand, moving the other to stroke his shaft as I sucked him off. He slowed his motions for a few moments while he reached around to unhook my strapless bra, which fell to the floor, my perfect tits bouncing free.

"Perfection," he whispered. "Will you allow me to cum all over those beautiful tits?"

"Please, they're all yours," I replied in a husky voice, completely turned on.

He grabbed me by the hair again, forcing me down on his shaft once more, and began fucking my mouth with abandon. I kept one hand on his balls, cupping and kneading them gently, then firmly, and one hand on his shaft, moving in a circular motion at the base while he continued to pound my mouth. It was all I could do to catch the occasional breath as he kept up this furious fucking for what seemed like minutes.

"Yes, that's it," he hissed, and I looked into his eyes as he pulled out of my mouth, pointing his long hard cock at my tits. I grabbed my breasts, holding them up to him, and he jerked as he shot a huge load of cum all over them. The warm sticky goo was dripping from my chest, and I pulled a nipple up to my tongue to lick what I could, showing him how much I enjoyed his taste.

"Why thank you, Jessica," he said, handing me a tissue. I think your level of experience will serve me quite well. Not to say that there aren't things we can improve on."

"Believe me, sir, I'll make it my priority to learn exactly what you want and need."

"You do realize, Jessica, that you just made your first mistake as a professional businesswoman. You really should have signed the contract before giving the blow job." He smiled. "You can trust me, of course, but I wouldn't recommend that level of naïveté when it comes to other businessmen!"

"Absolutely, sir. I'll keep that in mind," I said as I signed my contract.

"Great. Go ahead and find your way out, Shirley will have more forms for you to fill out. I will see you tomorrow, and give you your keys. You'll have an office here, of course, but there will also be keys to my condo downtown."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Heidi's Holes

I walked slowly down the dark basement hallway, slightly creeped out to be there alone, and unsure of exactly what I'd find. After hours of searching the library catalog for sources for my research project, it seemed that virtually everything I was interested in was to be found in 'Special Collections', wherever that was. After a little checking around, it turned out that meant I'd be making my way to the basement and working with a librarian named John. Geez, how big a nerd must he be! Oh well, it was all worth it - this was going to be a killer project once I finished it.

In contrast to the dark, slightly musty nature of the rest of the basement, his office actually turned out to be quite pleasant. "Just a second, I'll be right there," was his greeting from another room as I opened the door and stepped inside. I took a moment to look around. The concrete walls were decorated with historic photographs of the campus and old posters from campus events occurring decades before.

"Thanks for your patience," came the voice from behind me, "how can I help you?"

I turned to see a quite attractive, but oddly dressed man - I guess I was right about the nerd thing. He was about 6'2", with close-cropped brown hair and stubble to match, and striking blue eyes, with a strong handshake and nice smile to match. But he was sporting that look found so often around college campuses: a dress shirt and jacket with jeans and sneakers. And in his case, a pocket protector just added to the image.

"Yes, um, I was hoping to look at these," handing over the list of architectural drawings and historic photographs I was hoping to reference.

"OK, not a problem. It will take a little digging, but I'm sure I can get all of these things for you fairly quickly. So, you are a...?"

Guessing that he was asking a typical question, I jumped in, "Junior. In architecture."

"Great, nice to see you down here - I'm always surprised more of your fellow students aren't interested in seeing things from this collection. Now, let's see, just follow me."

He led me out of the office and back into the dark hallway. We made a few turns, and then stopped in front of a locked door while he searched for the right key on an overburdened chain. "The earliest photographs should be in this room here, one of my many hidey-holes."

I chuckled to myself, surprised at his use of the term. But of course, he couldn't know. I curled a ringlet of my long blonde hair around my finger as he talked, something I often did when I was slightly nervous.

"This material really deserves to be in a space where it can be viewed properly, you know, with tables, chairs, and good lighting? But they just keep bringing me more boxes to store down here, with no new space, no support, and no budget. So my hidey-holes will have to do for now!"

With a few folders and small boxes in our arms, we made our way to a different hallway, to another locked door, undoubtedly another 'hidey-hole'? Yup. This time a chuckle escaped audibly.

"I'm sure all these hidey-holes seem a bit weird to you, but I assure you, it's the best way to keep things safe. Can you believe it - a collection like this one," as he pointed out one of the architectural drawings I'd asked for, "buried in the basement, when it should be on display upstairs!"

"Oh, I'm not laughing at you - in fact, I admire your passion for what you do. It's just your term, hidey-holes, that made me giggle."

"Hmm, why's that?"

"Well, see, my name's Heidi. And, well, never mind." I blushed. What was it about this nerdy librarian I'd just met that made me think I could possibly share the story?

"No, what is it?"

"Well, it's just that people have always teased about my name. My first week on campus as a freshman, it was "Hidey ho!" everywhere I went. I smiled and went about my business, but..."

"Yes?" He took a break from digging out obscure documents to look into my eyes.

"Well, let's just say, I had a bit too much to drink at a frat party that year, some people made some assumptions about what happened when I went into a bedroom with a couple of guys, and, well, 'Heidi ho' took on a new meaning."

"Ah, I see." I couldn't tell by his smirk whether he thought I was a stupid kid, whether he was intrigued, or disgusted, or whether he was just being civil until he could get me out of his precious basement full of hidey-holes.

"Of course, I don't deserve the label. I'm really quite a serious student. Um, not to say that I'm completely innocent, but..." I blushed again. I was in way over my head. Time to shut up.

"I'm sure you are just innocent enough, without taking it too far," he said, winking. I smiled, relieved that one of us, at least, was able to carry on the conversation without becoming a babbling basketcase.

"So, John, how did you get into this kind of work?"

"Well, I've been a librarian ever since finishing my Master's about 15 years ago, and just gradually moved towards special collections because of my interest in history and, frankly, because nobody else wanted to deal with the hassle of this job. But hey, it's more than worth it, let me show you this..."

He had led me into yet another hidey-hole, this one a long, skinny room beneath a stairway above. We had to duck to get through the door, but once inside, it was really quite large, with a table and chairs at one end, and one wall lined with flat-file cabinets. He pulled out a few of the documents, spread them out on the table, and my eyes grew large as I saw what they were. This was the collection of a world-famous architect who had grown up in this little college town, and when he passed away, left all of his papers to the university library. I knew they existed, but it was different to actually see them with my own eyes.

"Wow, this is amazing! Thanks so much for showing me these!"

"No problem, that's my job, sharing what's in my hidey-holes with eager young students like yourself." He playfully elbowed me, poking fun now that he knew my name.

I playfully shoved him in return, and his hand grazed the side of my breast as he threw his hands up, pretending to defend himself against my punches. I was surprised at my reaction - I blushed again, but I wasn't offended, or even embarrassed. I was turned on. I don't know what it was - the intimacy of being in the small, confined space with an attractive older man? The fact that I had opened up enough to share the silly joke with him about my name? The fact that it had been a little too long... well, let's not go there.

Whatever came over me, I toyed with the idea of testing how far our banter could take us. The first thought that came into my head was way too embarrassing - "Now that you've shown me your hidey-holes, can I show you my Heidi holes?" Come on, I'm sure I can be more subtle than that. Let's see. Hmm... As I thought, pretending to look at the drawings, I could feel his eyes moving over my body, watching my breasts as I leaned over the table, ogling my long legs.

Pretending to become interested in a small detail on the drawing in front of me, but really to test how far he'd go, I leaned over a bit further, placing my elbows on the table and spreading my legs a bit. He quickly shifted his weight and folded his hands over his crotch, obviously trying to cover up a growing situation. OK, here goes.

"So, I wonder if there are any other Heidi holes we could explore while I'm here?" Yeah. So subtle. But he was cautious. After all, he was on the clock, and I was a student. I could tell he wasn't the sort of guy to take advantage, so I'd have to make my intentions painfully clear.

I stepped closer to him, pushing his hands away and pressing my body into his. I tipped my head up and whispered in his ear, "You could start by nibbling on my earlobe..."

He responded quickly, wrapping his arms around me and lowering down to follow my direction.

"Ooh, yes, that's nice. Once you're done there, I have a few other holes you can explore, I'm sure you know the ones I mean?"

"All of them?"

"Well..." The thought scared me a little bit - after all, I did have one virgin hole. But I was also incredibly turned on, and wasn't about to back out now - after all, I had gotten myself into this situation!

"Yes, all of them."

"It'll be my pleasure, Heidi," he said, before returning to exploring my ear with his tongue. His hands moved all over my body, squeezing my ass, fondling my breasts, as I squirmed at his touch. I wrapped one hand around his back, and used my other hand to rub his cock through his jeans.

I suddenly found myself worrying whether someone might walk in, but more than terrify me, this just turned me on even further. Without waiting for him to ask me, I dropped to my knees in front of him, tugging at his belt, and then his zipper, to free his bulging cock from the confines of his jeans and boxers. It was time to pleasure him with my first hole.

Taking the last few inches of his half-hard cock into my mouth, I began sucking firmly as I cupped his balls with one hand and began jacking off his shaft with the other. Slowly, I began kneading and tickling his balls, and he gradually responded, pushing more and more of his length into my mouth, until finally I could no longer hold onto his shaft. His entire cock was now thrusting deep into my throat with each stroke, and it took all of my concentration to keep up my fondling of his balls while fighting past my gag reflex.

He reached down and grabbed my firm tits, clutching them through the fabric of my blouse and bra, and I could tell he wouldn't last much longer before shooting his load. Keeping one hand on his balls, I dropped my other hand to my chest, quickly unbuttoning my blouse and letting it slip from my shoulders, wanting to give him a better view as he pounded into my throat. As my black lace bra was exposed, dark against my fair skin, he lost control, his cum shooting into my mouth as he groaned in ecstasy.

I held him in my mouth for several moments more, sucking every drop of his cum from his cock, and letting him recover from that first orgasm before offering him another of 'Heidi's holes'. I stood up and began removing the rest of my clothes, putting myself on display for him. First, I tossed aside my blouse and unhooked my bra, freeing my 34C tits. Next, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in just my panties. Turning away from him, I hooked a finger through the fabric on each hip, and slowly slithered out of them.

He lifted me onto one of the flat-file cabinets, pushed my legs apart, and traced my leg with his tongue, starting at my knee, exploring my inner thigh, and ending up at my pussy lips. For a few minutes, he used only his tongue, flitting between those lips, hinting at nibbles on my clit, before his fingers finally joined in. First, he spread me wide apart and jutted his tongue inside my pussy. Then, his fingers probed my wet hole as his tongue focused more intently on my clit. I squealed and squirmed beneath him, but he kept me in position, his hands firmly on my thighs as he pleasured me.

Now, his fingers began exploring both holes - my waiting pussy and my virgin ass, as he sucked on my clit. The feelings were overpowering. My pussy, which knew the pleasure of being filled with hard cock, longed for him to plunge into me. My tight little ass was reluctant even to accept the tip of his finger, but the pleasure was intriguing. He brought me to my first orgasm this way, sucking my clit while he quickly fingered both holes.

"Do you want more, Heidi?"

"Oh god yeah."

"Then tell me what you want, I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to pound my pussy with your big, hard cock. Then I want you to fuck my virgin ass, force your cock into my virgin hole until you fill me with your cum!"

"I knew it would sound better coming out of your beautiful mouth..."

As he finished his sentence, he lifted me back down to the floor, spun me around, and pressed me against the table. I spread my legs for him and pressed my forearms against the table, preparing for him to enter me from behind. He teased me first, rubbing his cock against my ass, pressing just the tip between my pussy lips, until finally thrusting his entire length into me. His skin slapped against mine as he bottomed out inside of me, and I cried out in pleasure, fuller than I had ever been before.

He held us in this position for what seemed like minutes, reaching around to fondle my tits and play with my clit while his hard cock throbbed inside of me. Slowly, gradually, he began moving in and out, more and more of his length with each stroke. Before long, he was fucking me with abandon, and I encouraged him, moaning with each stroke, crying out in satisfaction as he slapped my ass, asking for it harder, faster.

It was absolute heaven, and yet I knew there was more coming - more pleasure, but also the anticipation of pain. I had asked him to fuck me up the ass, and I knew neither of us would be able to stop from going there at this point. As if reading my mind, knowing that he needed to preserve himself, he slowed and gradually pulled out of me, letting his cock rest on my ass cheeks.

He probed my pussy with fingers from each hand, wetting them in my juices. One hand came to my mouth, forcing his fingers inside and asking me to lick them clean. His other hand began probing my ass, lubricating me in preparation for something much bigger. Just as I thought I had steeled myself for what was coming next, he changed our position, stepping back away from me and taking my hand to walk across the room. He gathered my discarded clothes, piled them into a makeshift pillow, and encouraged me to lie on my back on the hard floor, my head resting on that pillow.

I grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs back as far as I could, leaving myself completely exposed for his taking. He stroked the tip of his cock several times from my clit to my ass, lubricating it again and simultaneously getting me so hot that I'd forget about my fear of having his huge cock fill my tight little ass.

Looking deep into my eyes, he slowly began to press into me. At first, I fought him, clenching against his huge cock, the pain too much. But gradually, I let go. Gradually, pleasure overtook pain, and he began to move, first just an inch of this length, then two, then three. His fingers gently teased my clit and rubbed my pussy lips as he fucked my ass, relaxing me and heightening my pleasure. After one last moment of excruciating pain, I looked down to see that his entire length was inside of me. Shocked at my ability to take him all in, and with new waves of pleasure wafting over me, I relaxed completely and he was able to begin fucking my ass properly.

I put my hands on my hips and raised my ass into the air, my knees touching the floor on either side of my head. This position gave him even greater access to fuck me forcefully, and I was ready to take the pounding. "God yes, fuck me, fuck my tight little virgin ass!"

"Oh god, yeah, Heidi, your last hole is the best of all. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!"

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, fingering my own clit to bring myself to orgasm along with him, "fill my ass with your hot, sticky cum!"

"Oh, yes, that's it - I'm cumming! I'm cummmmming!"

"Yes, yes, yes," I cried out as my juices oozed from my exposed pussy just as he shot his load deep into my ass. As he pulled out of me, his cum dripping out of my ass and mine from my pussy, I collapsed to the floor beneath him, completely exhausted, completely satisfied.

After showing me to his basement restroom to get myself cleaned up before I went back upstairs, he said, "Well, I was pretty proud of my hidey-holes, but I have to admit, yours are better. Come see me again sometime soon?"

"Absolutely!"