Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

The senator was almost senile. It was hard for anyone to take him seriously except he had over twenty years seniority on anyone else in the Senate. Tenure mattered, not capability in that hallowed body.

This was why men like Slayton were able to come to power without being elected. They simply moved in when the tottering old geezers were no longer able to handle their own affairs.

Becoming indispensable was all it took. Less than six years ago, Slayton had been nothing. Now he was one of the most important men on the Hill. And Cheryl wasn't going to let the chance to interview him go down the tubes. It had taken a lot of work on the station manager's part to obtain the interview. And one of the conditions had been only provided film clips; a cameraman would'nt be allowed at the exclusive interview.

Which was fine with Cheryl. She was dressed in so provocative a way, she might have been arrested for indecent exposure. Her tits welled up out of the deep-cut neck, and the hem of her skirt barely covered the bulge of her ass.

The simple knit dress was virtually spray-painted on her body. And it was obvious even to the most bored of observers that she wasn't wearing a bra – not unless those prisons of female flesh were being built with mock-nipples now. She went into the man's office followed by the frigid glare of his secretary. Cheryl wondered if the woman could type. Seeing a pile of sheets, all neatly done, she figured she could.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Slayton. Thank you for allowing us this exclusive interview with you."

The man looked up from his desk. He didn't rise. He nodded in the direction of a comfortable chair and said, "Please be seated. I believe you already have the film strip at your station. I have here a detailed speech that will go along with it. A voice-over is being prepared for your use."

"Uh, Mr. Slayton – Lane – this isn't what I'm after."

"I can imagine what you're after dressed like a Vegas hooker."

"Is it really so tough these days, Lane? Do you have to watch yourself that closely?"

"What do you mean?" He was instantly suspicious.

"I'm attractive. I know that. But why can't you admit it and then we can go from there? Is the sex scandal ripping you apart that much? I wouldn't think the senator would, uh, have any problems in that line. He's a bit old for that. Seventy-something, isn't he?"

"Here's your press release. Take it or leave it."

"You don't have to be so defensive, Lane. Just because you have that raging hard-on." She smiled innocently, but the twinkle in her eye was almost cruel.

"How did you…?"

"I didn't know. I just figured that out by myself as I said, I know I'm attractive. Don't you think so?"

"Well, yes, Cheryl, I do." He leaned back in his swivel chair and let out a long sigh. "It's damn hard these days."

"I bet it is!"

"Not that! I mean this job. You have no idea the pressures on me. I can't be caught doing anything – I mean anything – that might reflect back on the senator. He's over the hill in more ways than one. As long as he's in the saddle, I'm head honcho. He gets out, I have to find a new job. I figure I've got another three years and that'll be it. So do you blame me for walking on eggshells all the time?"

"Not really. But, uh, why don't you just relax – for a while? You know what I mean?" She stood. Her dress didn't quite return to its original short length. It had barely covered her ass. Now it was hiked up halfway over the curve of her bottom. And in front, it was only a few scant inches from her crotch.

She knew he must be in pain now. His prick must be giving him pure hell to do something more than strain against the inside of his pants.

"Oh, Lane, darling, you're so overworked. A little time off for good behavior…"

"The hell with it," he sighed. He rose and took Cheryl into his arms. Their lips met and melted together. When his lips parted slightly, her tongue darted out and into his mouth. There, in the erotic playground of his mouth, their tongues frolicked.

Caressing, darting, lightly touching, they stroked back and forth over each other's tongues. Their breath was coming hard. When Lane started to move his mouth back along Cheryl's jawline to her ear, she started fumbling at his fly. It was a dead heat between the race to her ear with his mouth and her eagerness to get his cock out.

When she felt the heat of his breath further sensitizing her already delicate earlobe, she gripped down on his cock in reaction.

His tongue came sailing into her ear again, cock hard. He gently rimmed her ear, nibbled on the earlobe. He wanted her. He wanted all of her. And if the way she was stroking up and down his dick was any indication, she wouldn't put up any resistance when he fucked her.

He wanted her worse than any other woman. She was pretty, sure. She was eager, young, willing. But most of all she provided a momentary release from the pent-up emotions he held tightly in check all day long. It was hard being polite to nasty people – you couldn't antagonize someone who might do you a favor later on.

It was impossible listening to voters with insane requests – a vote couldn't be passed up. It might be vital at the next election.

He kept it all locked inside. And now that the papers were filled with all the gory details of a few men's sexual antics, he had to be even more circumspect than before. He was being denied even the release of sex in his demanding job.

He possessed Cheryl with the intensity of a starved man. He wanted to cram his prick so hard into her juicy cunt that he would rip her apart all the way to her chin. He wanted to fuck her with all the force locked up in his straining body.

And she seemed willing.

He wouldn't turn her down.

Together, they crumpled to the soft carpeting. He had insisted on the thick carpet. Now he was glad. At first, it had been only to ease his flat feet when he paced nervously.

Now it was even more important. He had a soft, firm surface for his fucking.

Getting the girl's pantyhose off took only an instant. And he almost blew his wad when he saw she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. She'd came stripped for action!

"You like what you see?" she asked.

"I like, I like!"

She lifted her legs in a wanton invitation to him. He looked down the erotic gunsight and saw the black bush of her pussy mound at the vee of her legs. Her tits heaved up and down a little farther up her body. He loved tits as well as the next man. But he was going to start at the bottom and work up.

He gripped one of her legs in his hand and began kissing. His tongue lashed out and left a wet trail of saliva as he worked his way up to her crotch. The soft inner thigh yielded so pleasantly to him, he got even harder. His cock ached with the intensity of his need.

But he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. He was going to have this chick. He was going to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. He was going to pleasure her – and get his own rocks off in the process.

The tender flesh of her inner leg excited him. He quickly switched from one leg to the other. He slowly worked his mouth up almost to her pussy lips, then swiftly raced down the inside of her other thigh. And then he repeated the slow advance and rapid retreat.

She was shivering with anticipation by the time his tongue lightly crossed over her snatch. The tongue felt as if it had been dipped in acid. It seared her nerves. It made her quiver with excitement. When the rough, wet tongue dived deep up her cunt, she cried out, "Your cock, fuck me with your cock!"

She needed more than the slender tongue inside her. She needed a hard, throbbingly alive, all-male prick fucking her. That was the only way she could be satisfied.

"Anything you say, Cheryl, anything at all!"