"Jenna," Jack said as she entered the office. He was all rumpled as usual, and the morning sun slanting through the blinds was lighting up his green eyes. She inwardly sighed and repeated her morning mantra to herself, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
"I want you to go and interview the Mayor this morning," he said, not daring to meet her eyes. He had been evasive ever since they had kissed. Jenna was beginning to doubt she would ever win him over.
Well at least a visit to the Mayor's office might cheer her up. She'd met the Mayor once before when she'd covered the opening of the new senior centre. He didn't look much like a Mayor. He filled his suit with confidence but he was a little rough round the edges. He'd been dismissive with her, but his gaze had been steaming hot.
As it turned out, he wasn't that keen on being interviewed. He seemed more interested in firing questions at her.
"How long have you been a journalist?" he asked, leaning his elbows on his desk and fixing her with his steely gaze.
"Long enough," she replied, evasively.
"You've certainly done some tough assignments,"
"How do you…" and she didn't bother finishing. He was grinning at her knowingly. He'd looked her up of course.
"Bet it pays to be so hot in your line of work," he said shamelessly, looking straight at her cleavage.
She was a little shocked. Surely politicians weren't meant to make comments like that.
He stood up and walked round to her side of the desk, leaning back against it so that his crotch was at her eye level. She tried not to look at it.
"You like sex don't you?" he said as if it were a perfectly normal thing to ask.
Now she was really shocked. He lent down and laid his hand on her knee, just below the hem of her skirt.
"I could get you into so much trouble," she said through gritted teeth, as his hand moved up her leg.
"Well luckily, I am no longer married" he murmured, leaning forward and blowing hot breath into her ear, " And you won't say anything anyway," His tongue flicked out and licked her ear lobe. "Because you are so wet for me."
She clamped her legs together so he couldn't discover exactly how wet.
"Give me your address," he said, hand caressing her thigh and lips moving over her neck, "I have a charity function tonight, but afterwards I'm going to come round yours and give it to you so hard you won't walk for a week."
He appeared at her door gone midnight. He was dressed in a black tux and he towered above her. Jenna felt faint at the sight of him. His stubble was already beginning to appear on his strong chin. He looked her up and down, taking in the barely there slip.
"Ready for this?" he growled, stepping into the room and undoing his bow tie.
The guy had ridiculous amounts of self-confidence and he was selling himself so strong it was bound to be a disappointment. But she still felt like letting him call all the shots. If he was as good as he thought he was it would be worth it, so she looked up at him.
"I'm all yours," she purred, and he pounced on her, grabbing her face and slamming his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue between her lips. She pushed her hands inside his jacket and felt the hard muscles under his shirt as he hungrily kissed her.
"Fuck, I've been thinking about this all night," he snarled pulling away from her, and falling down into the chair behind him, "Strip for me," he ordered.
She ran her hands over her hips, making the silky material of her negligee rise and fall. Then she cupped her breasts and ran her fingers over the tight nipples, gazing into his grey eyes. He stared at her, then looked down at her breasts and his own hand went to his belt buckle and undid his trousers, pulling out his thick cock, all the time staring at her caressing her own tits.
She slowly pulled the negligee over her head so she was standing in nothing but a tiny oyster thong. Her hands went to the whispers of silk on her hips but he growled, "Leave it on." His fist clamped round his cock as he stared. "Turn around and bend over," he said.
She did as he ordered and she could hear his breathing quicken as he stared at the line of silk that ran up her crack. She opened her legs more and stuck her ass upwards as she heard him hurriedly removing his own clothes and then he was on his knees behind her and she felt a finger dip under the silk and into her wet slit. She cried out as he touched her clit and he gave a low moan. Then suddenly ripping off her panties with one swift move, he buried his face between her legs, sticking his tongue into her hot core. She cried out again and felt her legs start to go from under her but he grabbed her hips and kept her upright as he lashed her from pussy to ass hole, thumbs pulling her cheeks apart. When his fingers joined the delicious assault, she could feel the tightening contractions of an orgasm approaching but he seemed to sense this and pulled away.
"You're not coming yet," he growled, voice deeper than ever, "I decide when you'll come."
He turned her around, then lay on the floor on his back and pulled her down to straddle him, cock nudging her asshole. She looked down at his wide chest, covered in slightly greying hair and licked her lips. She tried to kiss him but he pushed her away and grabbed her tits with his big hands and sucked on a nipple so hard it hurt. He squeezed them together so the nipples stuck out, peaked and eager for his wet mouth. He stared at them and then sucked on them hard, one at a time, slurping and nibbling until she was again just about ready to come. She rubbed her aching pussy against his hard belly, desperate for his cock to fill her, but he continued to assault her nipples with loud sucking noises, his cock rigid and poking against her ass cheeks. She pleaded for him to push it into her soaking pussy but he just leaked pre cum onto her ass cheeks and continued to mercilessly lathe her nipples with his rough tongue. She whimpered and begged,
"Oh please, oh please," but he stayed away from her gyrating pussy, moaning with the effort.
He released a nipple with a groan and snarled, "You're not going to get it that easily, and you dirty little slut. Suck me off first."
And he pushed her off him so she could bend down to his massive, straining cock.
She immediately clamped her mouth round the head waving her ass in the air, inviting him to reach towards her crotch, which he did eagerly and sunk his thick fingers into her pussy. She groaned against his shaft as he roughly stroked her, and she covered him with her saliva, holding him at the base and slickly sucking him into her.
"That's it," he moaned, "Work that cock."
Both their moans filled the room as her hot mouth swallowed his shaft and his fingers pistoned into her. Then suddenly he dragged her back on top of him and with one hard thrust impaled her with his rigid member. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he lost control and slammed into her, over and over again, deeper and deeper. His lips clamped over one of her nipples; his hands gripped her waist, as he dragged her onto his rigid dick. She moaned and moaned as he continued to pound into her, slamming her onto his cock, furiously thrusting and cursing loudly. Then he suddenly pulled out of her and with a deep cry pumped streams of hot cum all over her ass. But before her wail of frustration had even surfaced he buried his cock into her once again. Jesus Christ, he hadn't finished! Her pussy gladly welcomed his still hard cock and he continued to wildly thrust, their genitals now slickly lubricated with his slippery cum.
Suddenly he sat up and spinning her round so she was kneeling on all fours he plunged into her again, this time from behind, and grasping her hips he rammed into her so hard the sound of their flesh slamming against each other filled the room. "Oh fuck," he cried, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," as he pounded into her and then leaned forward and pushed two fingers into her aching slit, pinching and stroking her clit until she could feel the unstoppable force of an overwhelming orgasm approaching. "Oh you're going to make me come!" she yelled and he bellowed one last, "Fuck!" as he jetted his thick seed into her, and she was grabbed and thrown over the precipice, contractions pulsing through her entire body.
She fell forwards onto the floor, him on top of her, raggedly panting into her ear, her vaginal muscles still gripping his cock in the last throws of ecstasy.
"Oh my God," she gasped with wonder, head spinning. That had been, hands down, the best lay she had ever had. Who would have thought the Mayor could fuck like that?