"Right Place, Wrong Time"

[Tony2015]

Congressman Robert Robertson:

I am sitting on a park bench for a photo shoot when my cell vibrates in my jacket pocket. I pull out the phone to find Unknown Number on the Caller ID. I wave to Mark, telling him, "Give me a minute. My back's stiffening in this pose anyway."

Beside him, the photographer says with obvious annoyance, "We'll lose the light, Congressman."

You wouldn't think that taking a couple of pictures for the posters of the upcoming announcement of my Presidential bid would be such a big deal, but this is the second day of trying to find that perfect shot. As I rise and turn to stretch my legs on a short but very necessary walk, I quip, "This must be what it's like to be a super model."

"Five minutes, Robert," Mark says, already turning to discuss the shoot with the photographer.

I answer the phone on the fifth buzz, "Robert Robertson."

 

[justmethatswho]

For a moment I am silent, surprised he actually answered the phone.

"Thank you Congressman for taking my call. This is Tiffany ... Tiffany Lawson, we met the other day and i was suppose to meet you again last weekend." In my nervousness I keep talking. "I am sorry it did not work out, your handler .. Mark Taylor ... well he was uncomfortable with me. Well in a not so kind way ... well I think he's an ... Well I was sorry I missed our appointment ... i was hoping you would be willing to meet me again. I have plenty of free time."

 

[Tony2015]

"Thank you, Congressman, for taking my call," a female voice says. "This is Tiffany ... Tiffany Lawson, we met the other day and I was suppose to meet you again last weekend."

I don't recognize the voice, nor do I recognize the name. My first instinct is that she is either a volunteer with the campaign or a lobbyist.

"I am sorry it did not work out," she continues. "Your handler .. Mark Taylor..."

My lips widen suddenly. Handler? Good description. I'll have to--

I stop my slow walk along the pond's edge as I suddenly realize who the woman is.

She continues, "...well he was uncomfortable with me. Well in a not so kind way ... well I think he's an..."

I spin on a heel and look back toward Mark, who is engrossed in an argument with the photographer about the promotional shoot.

She seems to shift from one thought to another, continuing, "Well I was sorry I missed our appointment ... i was hoping you would be willing to meet me again. I have plenty of free time."

Mark catches me looking harshly at him. He raises one hand in a What's wrong? gesture, then waves off the still arguing photographer. He begins to walk my direction, which I stop quickly with a one handed stop gesture.

"Tiffany, of course," I say, as if I'd known all along with whom I was talking. I am still under the full belief that she is one of Mimi's girls, haven't been told nothing different from my handler. "Yes. Yes, I would be very interested in rescheduling our ... appointment."

I keep the terminology vague and business like, just in case there's anyone other than the two of us participating in this discussion. In this day and age of hacking and cell phone cloning, a man of my position simply can't be too careful. I mean, a powerful Congressman like myself can't do something as idiotic as meet a call girl he's never seen before in a parking structure and fuck. That would simply be stupid.

"Listen, Miss ... was it Lawson?" My forgetfulness is feigned for the potential eavesdroppers. I continue, "The Party is throwing a fund raiser for me Saturday at the Regent. Why don't you stop by and I'll see if I can spare you a few minutes. I'll have a pass waiting for you at the desk. Does that work?"

 

[justmethatswho]

"Listen, Miss ... was it Lawson?" My forgetfulness is feigned for the potential eavesdroppers. I continue, "The Party is throwing a fund raiser for me Saturday at the Regent. Why don't you stop by and I'll see if I can spare you a few minutes. I'll have a pass waiting for you at the desk. Does that work?"

I was a bit surprised he did not immediately recall who I was, causing me to wonder simply how many girls he had.

"ah yes!" I responded hoping not to sound to eager and without saying goodbye the phone call ended.

The excitement quickly waned as I began to worry about the fundraiser. Not so much seeing the Congressman again, yet what to wear, how to look. I then recalled the boutique, making an appointment for the next afternoon. Till then I found a cheap hotel for the next few nights. The place was dire, loud and scary. Yet I had little choice.

...

I arrived at the boutique a couple minutes early and was greeted by the same woman from other day. "Welcome back Tiffany, I think I have the perfect dress for your evening?" I had not even said hello and she was treating me like a powerful woman. The feeling was wonderful after the last few days. Then she continued. "This one is a bit more elegant, and wel i am a bit proud to say I have chosen the entire outfit for the evening from the dress, shoes and of course the lingerie." With that she went to the rack and grabbed the outfit already packaged. "I am near certain it will fit but it would be best to try it on." As she escorted me to the dressing room, which was larger than my current home at the hotel.

I tried everything on and the fit was perfect as if it was custom made for me. Admiring myself I eventually showed her and she fussed about how nice I looked.

...

The night had arrived, and I was dressed and ready to go. The fund raiser had began by the time the cab arrived to pick me up at my seedy hotel. To say the least my outfit turned heads at the dump. I told the cab driver wear to go, and he commented. "Over to the Congressman's fund raiser I bet. Well rumor is that he is going to run for president."

I smile and respond, "I really don't know much about that."

When I arrived I paid my fare and gave the driver a small tip, and proceeded to the front desk.

...

There was no line and I asked the attendant. "Hello I am Tiffany Lawson, I was told there should be a ticket I should pick up here." The attendant checked the list and handed me the ticket and told me where the ballroom was. I stopped in the ladies room, clutching my small purse, silenced my cell phone and touched up my makeup before entering he ballroom.

Standing for a moment, I admired the surroundings, the sounds, the smells the powerful people. At that moment I decided I wanted this life.

 

[Tony2015]

"You look very nice," I say softly, barely audible over the 12 piece band that has been playing instrumental versions of upbeat songs from the 70s, 80s, and 90s. When Tiffany turns to me, I can see in her expression that she was expecting Robert, and not his Aide. I say quietly, "Relax. The Congressman has already chastised me for pressuring you earlier."

I didn't tell Robert everything, of course, such as the fact that she isn't one of Mimi's girls. But he had detected in Tiffany's tone that the two of us hadn't gotten on well, and -- being only concerned with getting his cock waxed by the beautiful blonde -- he'd immediately assumed that I had done something wrong.

"So, here's how tonight is going to go," I tell her, stepping up behind her at an angle as if to appear like I'm only standing in her vicinity, not actually having a discussion with her. "You are not to converse with Robert, except for the few seconds you'll chat with him in the reception line while you're shaking his hand ... and, of course, his wife's hand."

Another Congressman passes by, and I chat with him very briefly about a Bill on which he and Robert are working. When he is gone, I resume my conversation as I reach to Tiffany and press a hotel key card into her palm. "At 10pm, go to room 1444. Robert will meet you there."

I lean a bit closer and whisper with my first bit of resentful tone, "Watch those teeth."

 

[justmethatswho]

"Oh hello Jack." I say smugly upon seeing Mark, my body immediately tensing up.

...

I am surprised when it is Mark and not the Congressman, nearly certain he sees my surprise. Thankfully the the bar is open and drinks are fee. Not that I over do it, I will admit I feel a bit tipsy. I watch as the reception line grows, making small chat with some random people.

I look to see the other people in the room and wonder who is who. The politicians are easy to recognize. Also there were plenty of younger men and women, though it was a bit surprising the number of young women attracted to power.

In the line I am silent avoiding conversation, my heart and nerves on edge. Then I see her, his wife. For a moment I want to run, yet I have no where to run to. This is my only choice, to be the other woman to a man older than my own father.

I am up it is my turn, I greet his wife, shaking her hand softly, and then I stand before the congressman.

"Hi .... hello Congressman ... it is my pleasure to meet you." I smile, my hand in his.

 

[Tony2015]

Congressman Robert Robertson:

"Unident'," a man whispers into my ear from behind me.

Pretending to ignore the man, I continue my dialogue with the woman before me, "Please contact my office about funding for the park, Mayor. I'll slip it into one of the funding bills without anyone noticing.

We laugh together, then I look down the reception line in an attempt to identify the person who Roger Brown has labeled unidentifiable. On Capitol Hill, we call Roger Encyclopedia Brown, after the Children's Book character who solved mysteries and puzzles with his great knowledge. And great knowledge Roger has. Anyone who's anyone on in government, lobbying, campaign financing, etc., is known to Roger.

When I spot Tiffany in line, my heart skips a beat. She looks incredible, and without a moments hesitation, my cock begins swelling. I turn my head a bit toward Roger and feign ignorance in a whisper, "Campaign staff. Tami ... or Tabitha or something."

When Tiffany reaches out to shake hands with my wife, my heat skips a beat once more. Helen comes from Old Money -- Old big money, with powerful connections -- and if she had any idea that this blond goddess had been sitting nearly naked in my lap a week earlier, driving me to orgasm, she would hire a hit man to beat, rape, and kill Tiffany ... then beat and rape her again ... while Helen herself watched!

"Hi .... hello Congressman," she says after exchanging some generic pleasantries with my better half. "It is my pleasure to meet you."

"Again," I stress as I take her hand in both of mine, shaking it softly. Her reaction is pretty much what I expect. I lean toward my wife a bit and say with cheer, "Honey, this is the young woman I told you about ... with the campaign ... Tabitha."

"Tiffany," my wife corrects before even the exotic, erotic blonde can. With a chastising tone, Helen says, "Dear, you have to get better with names."

Helen begins to ask Tiffany questions about her job with the campaign -- which of course doesn't exist -- and I quickly wave over my Chief of Staff, asking him, "Mark, have you arranged the Campaign Staff IDs for Miss...?"

I look to Tiffany expectantly, and after she reminds of the surname that I already fully know, I look back to Mark and finish, "For Miss Lawson."

"Yes, Congressman," Mark lies. He steps up close to Tiffany and says, "Miss Lawson, if you want to find me after the dinner, I'll have your credentials for you."

By now, I have finally released my hold on Tiffany's hand, and my wife is taking it once again as she begins, "Miss Lawson, I want to thank you so very much for your help in my dear Bobby's campaign. As you know, he's a moderate ... Purple I think they're calling him now, in a world of extreme Red and Blue politics. In the current environment, it's becoming so very difficult to reassure Gay men and Lesbian women such as yourself that we in the middle of the political spectrum are working hard for you here in Washington."

As Helen was rambling on about Tiffany's homosexuality -- which was about as real as her job in my campaign -- I glanced to Mark for reassurance that he'd told Tiffany this was coming. I could tell by the smug look on his face that he hadn't. This was his revenge for being chastised about Tiffany in the first place.

I wasn't mad, of course. I'd been thinking with my little head when I got on his ass, so I deserved this. My lips spread a bit as Tiffany looked at me, obviously realizing the falsehood about which Helen was going on and on. All I could do was mouth the words, You're gay.

 

[justmethatswho]

"Yes, Congressman," Mark lies. He steps up close to Tiffany and says, "Miss Lawson, if you want to find me after the dinner, I'll have your credentials for you."

I can tell from the exchange Mark has again left me out of the loop on all of what was going on. "I am most certain you will Mark, I can always depend on you." I finish my words sounding sweet, yet I know he will understand.

For a quick moment I wonder if I can play this game.

"Miss Lawson, I want to thank you so very much for your help in my dear Bobby's campaign. As you know, he's a moderate ... Purple I think they're calling him now, in a world of extreme Red and Blue politics. In the current environment, it's becoming so very difficult to reassure Gay men and Lesbian women such as yourself that we in the middle of the political spectrum are working hard for you here in Washington."

I am a bit shocked as she refers to me as lesbian, as my only encounter was in college kissing a friend of mine. Yet in spite of my bleached blonde hair and over sized breast I am an intelligent woman, and know enough not to correct her and am able to play along.

"Oh thank you the pleasure has been mine, I am simply thankful for the opportunity. I guess I was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time, that I could work for a campaign where the candidate is so much in line with my own beliefs. As much as people think the people of my community are different we are same. I truly understand how hard it is to have different views than the outspoken wings of the community. The world is not red or blue, it is purple as you have mentioned."

I turn and look to the congressman hoping he approves my answer.

All I could do was mouth the words, You're gay.

I look at the Congressman as he mouths the words before adding. "Yes, it is a pleasure to work for a campaign which is so accepting of my sexual orientation, not that I have always been like, this, but well my ex-husband well .... men can be difficult as I am most certain you know Helen."

.....

After the meet and greet, I meander around the party and have small conversations.

 

[Tony2015]

Robert:

I can feel my heart beginning to pound in my chest as Tiffany continues, "Yes, it is a pleasure to work for a campaign which is so accepting of my sexual orientation...

I glance past her to Mark, and where I'd earlier seen a smug smirk I was now seeing a concerned look in his eyes, too. We're likely both thinking the same thing: this girl is sharp ... and if we aren't careful, we're going to get fucked ... and not the GOOD fucked.

As she continues, I vow to keep her a little more in the loop when we are creating stories which are, of course, designed to provide cover for why the beautiful, bosomy blonde is spending so much time around me. And, of course, that is my hope: that she'll be spending more time around me.

She finishes, "...men can be difficult as I am most certain you know Helen."

Helen laughs, a deep, genuine laugh that I recognize from the many times she's caught me making or about to make an error, whether personal or professional. There has been more than a few times Helen has saved my butt over the years. I can't help but wonder If I'm ever caught in a compromising position with Tiffany ... will Helen be so quick to save my butt then?

The two women bit farewell, I thank Tiffany again for her supposed support, and she heads off to leave me to tend to the impatiently awaiting reception line guests. The dinner proceeds, with me occasionally catching sight of Tiffany and wishing I could escape that very minute. But it is almost an hour before I again take the podium, thank everyone for their support -- and their checks, I add with a laugh -- and head out of the hall with my wife on my arm.

"You have that meeting with the oil lobbyist?" Helen asks. I tell her yes, then she kisses me on the cheek, playfully pats my ass, and says, "See you in the morning."

"Why can't I see you tonight?" I say suggestively, returning the pat on the butt. I know what her answer will be, so making the suggestion presents no possibility that my evening with Tiffany will be interrupted. "I'll be done by midnight."

"You wake me up before 6am," she responds with a feigned growl. She kisses me again, waves me off, and reminds me, "That's what the hotel room is for. Go! Go make promises and get money ... Mister President."

I laugh as we head out different directions. Mister President... There is a long road ahead before anyone can think of saying that with any seriousness. I haven't even committed to the race yet! Then, there's the Primary. Then the General Election. And while many say I have a good chance of winning, I'm not close to being the front runner. There are at least two other candidates from my party who have a better chance of winning the Party's nomination than I do.

I find Mark and verify that things are ready in the room, then find my security man and head up the elevator. At the door to the room, I tell him, "No visitors, Glen. I need a good night's sleep."

He knows what that means, of course. Glen is the only other person who knows about my philandering nature and, of course, he is fully aware of Tiffany's presence in the room, although he hadn't seen her coming to the room. I slide the key card and go inside, ready for a night of passion and ecstasy.

 

[justmethatswho]

Dinner was interesting, it seemed word spread quickly of the lesbian campaign staffer. I simply went along with the story and answered the questions.

"No I do not currently have a girl friend."

"My last relationship ended quite suddenly and was a terrible breakup."

Well before Congressman's last speech of the night I excused myself for the night. I stopped again at the ladies room and then waited for an empty elevator to take to room 1444. The key worked, the room was silent. It was not a basic hotel room but a suite. i did not wander far, though I did spend some time on the balcony as I waited.

Nearly 90 minutes later my heart stopped when I heard the lack click. I hoped it was not Mark. I stood up straight waiting, as I saw him I smiled in relief.

"Hello Congressman, I am sorry about last week, I do hope I can make it up to you this evening." I smiled and began to move to him, my hips swaying with each step. I knew now I was in the game 100%.

 

[Tony2015]

My cock is already beginning to swell by the time Tiffany finishes her introduction with, "...I do hope I can make it up to you this evening."

I smile, looking her up and down conspicuously as I begin removing my jacket and tie. "I think we can find a way for you to do that, Tiffany ... make it up to me, I mean."

I toss the shed clothes over the back of one of the elegant couches occupying the suite's living area. I turn for the wet bar, asking, "Something to drink?"

When I return to stand before her, I chuckle a bit and tell her with a sincere tone, "I must apologize for the whole lesbian thing. Mark was supposed to have introduced you to my wife before the reception line as a campaign worker ... and, well ... I sort of panicked."

I was still very impressed with the way all those involved had improvised on the story. I continue, "The first thought that goes through a wife's mind when she is introduced to a beautiful, sexy young woman who will be spending time with her husband ... is that he's fucking her."

 

[justmethatswho]

As he sheds his clothes I watch, his cock is easily visible as it stands at attention. Though I stay dressed, he will let me know when I should undress I figure.

"Yes Mark, I don't think he likes me. In me he sees a a dumb blonde willing to suck anyone,s cock to get ahead." I say hinting at what Mark had wanted the other day. "I am not like that, I assure you Congressman."

We are now standing close, and my hand cascades over his side and slides between us where I caress his rigid cock. He then says how his wife thinks of women that work for him.

"Well Helen is quite accurate on that you like to fuck beautiful women." I tease, then I step back and stand only in my lingerie.

Lingerie

"Like I said I have been looking forward to making my missed appointment up to you."

 

[Tony2015]

Robert:

As she begins to shed her outer layer of form defining clothes, Tiffany says,"Well Helen is quite accurate on that you like to fuck beautiful women."

She steps out of the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before me in a corset that looks part stripper, part Dominatrix, part Valentine's Day edible. By the time she strikes a pose before, my cock -- which she had teased to life with her soft touch -- is already twitching in anxiety. I have always loved erotic women's underthings, whether they were on a woman about to have sex with me or just on a woman in a movie I was watching.

"Like I said I have been looking forward to making my missed appointment up to you." she reassures me.

I murmur as I begin to undress, "You already are, Tiffany ... you already are."

Already out of my slip on Italian dress shoes, I drop my loosed slacks to the carpet and step out of them. I don't immediately realize it, but my rock hard erection has escaped through the fly of my boxers and is pointing at her excitedly as if calling out You! I Want You!

 

[justmethatswho]

"I already am, well thank you Congressman or shall I call you Robert?"

I look down and see your cock protruding from and smile and then lick my lips. "Well what else can I do for you, to make up for that missed night."

As I move toward him, I begin to realize for a moment the power I have over him. I though how I scorned women who had used sex in the past for there own reasons. Now I was one of them. What choice did I have?

I move so close, his cock touches my satin panties. "like I said Congressman, I want to work for you, and do the best I can to make you happy."

 

[Tony2015]

With some call girls, kissing is a no-no. With others -- who like to give a more realistic, girl friend experience, kissing is almost a must. I'm still under the impression, of course, that Tiffany is a professional, so as she comes up close to me and my cock presses against her, I take her waist into hands and pull us hard together. I lean forward and downward, to indicate that I want to kiss her, but ... then I hesitate, wanting to give her the choice of whether this becomes part of our encounter.

 

[justmethatswho]

As Robert leans to kiss me, I inch to my toes to meet his lips in an effort to do my best as a lover. It is hard to deny my own sexual excitement as i believe there is something more between us than call girl and John. Being held close I feel his stiff cock against me. I feel his desire for me which warms my soul.

I slowly pull my kiss away, and began to slide down, soon finding myself on my knees with his hard cock near my lips. Giving him a devilish look as I look up at him. Though I am worried, I have been practicing to get better. While I still look up, I lick my lips and teasingly take the head of his cock between my lips.

 

[Tony2015]

I am thrilled to feel Tiffany's lips against mine. I've never entirely enjoyed my paid lovers unless they were willing to kiss me during out dates. The intimacy of the kiss has always heightened the joy of the sexual act for me.

Our lips separate, and Tiffany begins to slide down my body. I smile broadly. I love getting blown. And I'm sure that the new call girl has likely gotten some more experience with other clients over the two weeks since out last meeting. I reach my fingers into her long, blond hair and urge her forward.

"Ooooh..." I moan as I feel the head of my aching cock disappear into her warm, wet mouth. I don't hesitate to begin moving my hips to and fro, penetrating her lips further and faster. Fucking face is something that has always gotten me off. I remember the fiasco in the Lincoln, though, and murmur between moans, "Do what ... you can ... Tiffany ... no ... pressure."

I am careful not to shove too much of my cock into her mouth, but it is very quickly obvious that she is doing well at taking how much I'm giving her thus far...

 

[justmethatswho]

After taking his cock between my lips, I began to put what I had learned online for the proper technique. Still I was nervous I would do it wrong. Even so I arched my throat, to straighten myself, which lifted my as further into the air. I relaxed the best I could with a mans cock between my lips, pushing deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, until the tip was near the back of my throat. Feeling his hands entangle my hair only affirmed I was doing ok.

Suddenly I was nervous, what if he, he erupted. "Swallow" I thought knowing I could not afford to blow it. As concerned as I was there was little sexually gratifying for me, yet, the Congressman's pleasure, was turning me on.

 

[Tony2015]

I am moaning consistently now, in time with Tiffany's professional intake of more and more of my cock into her mouth. Unbelievable, I think, remembering the car and her inability to take much more than the bulbous head of my cock into her mouth that night. Where the fuck do you take a class, Blow Job-101?

Soon, though, I'm beginning to realize that there is nothing First Year College about what Tiffany is doing to me. She's taking most of my 8 inches into her, only seldom hesitating as she nearly gags on the head touching the back of her throat. She is a natural at this, which I would truly applaud her for if I knew that she wasn't a true professional to start.

"I'm cumming," I moan, feeling my orgasm rapidly approaching. The pleasure welling up in my groin increases rapidly, and I know that my explosion is imminent. I repeat even louder, "I'm cumming ... oh God almighty ... Tiffany ... I'm ... I'm...!"

I entangle my fingers in her hair -- one hand on each side -- afraid that she will pull my cock from her mouth before I explode. I know that a lot of men like to watch themselves cum onto a whore's face. Facials, I've seen them called on the internet. I've watched a few nasty videos, of course, in which men spewed their loads all over the cheeks and nose and eye lashes of the women sucking them to completion. All it ever did for me was turn my stomach.

And yet, as the first of my powerful ejaculations begin, I have no problem filling the back of Tiffany's throat with my sticking, salty seed. I emit a deep groan as I feel my cock leap repeatedly inside her mouth...

 

[justmethatswho]

His pace is steady and I avoid gagging as he pushes nearly his full cock into my lips. Then I here him moan and his words echo.

"I'm cumming,"

For a moment I panic and pull back, thankful it is in unison with his actions. Then i follow his lead, whatever he wants I tell myself, wherever his hands lead me. Then I feel him pull my head deep on to his cock. I can feel the throbbing of the cock in my mouth.

I'm cumming ... oh God almighty ... Tiffany ... I'm ... I'm...

I swallow, taking most of what I think he has, then another spurt, followed by another and another, it is quicker than I can swallow with the cock in my throat, his load, now fills my mouth, the salty taste overwhelming my senses.

My pace now slows to a rocking, like milking movement, sliding him nearly free as I milk the tip of each drop. I strain to look up to him for an answer to a question I do not know. Wondering to myself if I am done for the night, thinking maybe I will escape without having sex.

As his cock begins to soften i still wait fro him to set the stage. After all tonight I am his, I see his eyes wondering what he sees. Maybe he really likes me, I try to think, as i sit on my knees before the powerful man. I then think of Helen, she was so nice to me. My mind begins to stir, at how wrong it is for me to be here. How I am no better than the women i scorned that my husband cheated with. I was now that woman, the willing participant in paid sex, the woman i had seen humiliated on the news.

I pulled back letting his cock "pop" from my lips.

 

[Tony2015]

Tiffany milks the last of my ejaculate from me, then pulls her mouth back and lets my cock soften a bit in her grasp.

"My God, Tiffany," I say with obvious joy, "That was incredible."

My heart is pounding and my chest heaving, and all I want to do is sit down and enjoy this heaven. I back away from Tiffany leaving her on her knees as I plop down into a big, plush chair. I look her over, in her sexy corset, and realize how perfect she is.

I pat my bare thighs, and -- as my cock is already beginning to harden again -- say, "Take that off. Come sit in my lap. I want to feel you again. It's been too long."

 

[justmethatswho]

I cannot help but smile as he tells me how wonderful I was. Seeing him exhausted his breathing heavy as if he had run a marathon, for a moment I doubt his recovery will be quick.

Nervous anxiety hits me when he pats his lap and tells me to take off what I am wearing. It is clear my evening of work is not done. Still slowly I stand, for a moment I pause to allow him to admire me as if i am a piece of art. I had never been with a man, so confident in his desire, so direct in what he wants, who expected his women to fallow his every word.

I reached behind me, to start unclasping the corset, slowly I feel the tightness disappear, allowing me to take a full breath. Yet I still hold the corset up, until it is fully undone, I look at him and smile. He looks like a child on Christmas about to get his favorite thing. Then I slowly begin to slide the corset down, exposing my breasts and then I allow the corset to slip through my fingers to the floor.

I take a couple sashaying steps toward him, before stopping and sliding my panties past my hips, soon my shaven pussy is exposed. I watch him as he is mesmerized with my every move. As I bend down, pushing the panties down, I give him a perfect view of my enhanced breasts. The panties fall past my knees and I move to step free, thankful i do not trip. Now I stand before him, wearing only my stockings and heals, my hands tease my body for a moment before settling on my hips and I sashay to him, my hips swaying.

At his chair, I bend down, my breasts toward him and crawl onto the chair, making sure my stocking clad legs tease him as I do. "I hope you like my improved technique Congressman." I say setting in the mans lap.

 

[Tony2015]

In my younger days, I'd been with my share of beautiful women. In my later years -- my married years -- as my power and influence in Washington seemed to dictate that I use that power and influence in other ways, I'd been with my share of beautiful professional women. But never before have I been so powerless to resist or influence by a beautiful woman as I am now.

As the corset loosens, then falls away, Tiffany's womanly perfection -- albeit partially from Mother Nature, partially from a skilled doctor -- is simply overwhelming. Her round breasts and their pert nipples ... her long, athletic legs emphasized by her impossibly tall heels ... and, not to be forgotten, her beautiful face, with its flawless, lightly made up skin and framing of bright, blond hair...

"Amazing..." I murmur as she moves slowly toward her, her hips rocking side to side.

She crawls up into the chair, her nylons upon my thighs giving me shivers, her long heels seeming to somehow make the moment more erotic, and whispers, "I hope you like my improved technique Congressman."

"I was already impressed with the old technique," I say, pulling her face to me for one long, wet, erotic kiss before releasing her to get to work. "I'm sure that I'll be tickled pink with the new and improved Tiffany Lawson."

 

[justmethatswho]

"I studied hard to learn that." I tease back, thinking of the hours of video I watched on my phone.

It was difficult to admit, but never in my life had I been so lost in sexual desire. Yet not only desire for pleasure, yet desire to please. As i sat in his lap, my pussy ached for attention, as I moved close so that my breasts teased his chest.

I could sense his power and desire, as he pulled me in for a passionate kiss. "mmm Robert that was a lovely kiss." I said wondering simply how many lovers he has, how many he has had.

"I have only kissed a few men in my life ... only had passion with three, I hope I can please you." It was the truth, though he appeared to doubt it. Still I began to rock back and forth in an effort to tease his cock to attention, his own attention to me was turning me on.

"Make love to me Robert, I want to feel you inside of me again." I whisper softly in his ear. "I only hope I can please you Congressman"

 

[Tony2015]

"I studied hard to learn that."

"Teacher gives an A+," I murmur between two more passionate kisses.

She tells me some line that I assume is meant to make me feel like I am her first John. I dismiss it, being more interested in the way her quickly wetting pussy is rubbing up and down my fully erect again shaft.

"Make love to me Robert," she says. "I want to feel you inside of me again."

Usually, I would put a quick stop to the flattery. But her reassurances that I make her feel good boost my ego, even if I know they are false and well practiced.

"I only hope I can please you Congressman."

"Oh, you can, and you do..." I say, adding, "...and you will again."

I shift my hips to bring the bulb of my cock to her hole, then pull her onto my erection...