A lovely young college grad finds out that working for a United States
Senator requires HARD work and long hours.
"Welcome to the United States Senate, Miss Mitchell," he said.
She stood up as well and shook hands, an eager smile on her face.
He thought he had her, but he was always careful in everything he did.
He gave her a week to settle in, letting his other assistants show her
the ropes, how the deals were done, how the bills got passed. His other
two assistants had been with him a long time. Both men, they knew the
score, and knew how to handle her. After all, she was the tenth new
female assistant he'd "had" in the past six years.
They laid on the praise for how important Rawling was, how important the
committees he sat on were, and how great the contacts they'd made were.
Both assured her that a few years with the Senator and her life would be
golden
After the first week he started in on her, slowly. Whenever he spoke to
her he would throw an arm over her shoulder in a friendly fashion,
pulling her in against him. He would stroke her hair and talk about how
pretty she was, and how nice her eyes and hair were. Out of hearing of
others he complimented her legs, advising her to wear short skirts.
"Appearance is important," he said. "You have to look smart but sexy.
Wear business suits, good ones, but with short skirts. Let men see your
legs. It tends to distract them, and when you're making deals every
little bit is important."
She was reluctant, and at first, self conscious, but she complied,
wearing business suits that had mini-skirts, dark in color, tight, but
giving a sleek, businesslike air to her.
While she was sitting in his office he had her hold up her right leg,
placing it on the edge of his desk. He looked it up and down as she
blushed, then nodded and smiled.
"Nice. Very nice. You really have great legs, Robin."
"Thank you, Senator," she said, looking down and blushing.
"Oh, call me Jim when we're alone, Robin."
"Uh, thank you... Jim."
"It helps when you're trying to cut a deal with some kid from another
Senator's office, or trying to keep some lobbyist from screaming, to let
them look at your legs. It's hard for them to concentrate on what
they're doing when their mind is trying to follow those legs up under
your skirt."
She blushed again.
"Sometimes I find it kind of hard, myself," he grinned.
She gave a phoney, embarrassed laugh. She'd have to work on that, he
thought.
After that he would often pat her behind when in range, and when she
didn't complain, he'd rub her leg beneath her skirt when she sat next to
him. He pulled her into his lap a couple of times when he was sitting,
jokingly, of course, and started kissing her on the cheek, the forehead,
or the head in greetings or goodbyes.
He knew she was uneasy, and knew she didn't like it. But he also knew
she loved the job and knew how impossible it would be to get one as good
as it if she quit now. She also had to know, since his other assistants
would have made it clear, just how badly she could get burned if she
made waves.
Instead of just patting her behind he started squeezing it, fondling it.
He would come up behind her and press his groin into her behind, his
arms going around her and squeezing her belly just below her breasts.
She tried to avoid him but he and his other assistants made sure there
were plenty of times she and he would be alone together.
He fondled her breasts openly after a couple of weeks. Though she always
pushed his hands away and fled she didn't complain to anyone. He
restrained himself from ripping her clothes off, though it was almost
getting to the point where he thought he could get away with that.
Three weeks after she'd been hired he had her work late, with him, alone
in the office. He figured she was ready by now. She was wary, of course,
coming no closer to him than she absolutely had to, but he was, after
all, the boss.
"What's with these figures?" he asked, sounding irritated.
"Uhm, which ones, Jim?" she asked, from across the length of his desk.
"These ones here on the Simon bill, dealing with the logging industry
and its unemployment ratio. They look out of whack."
"What's wrong with them?"
"Well come and look," he snapped.
Nervously, she came around the desk and peered down at the documents.
"Why are these figures so much higher than the ones we saw last month in
the economic forecast from the office of the budget?"
"Uh, these take into account the decline in the home building industry
due to high interest rates," she said.
"It's a good thing we're not in the logging industry," he sighed.
"Uh, huh."
"Sure is a lot of unemployment out there."
"There sure is Senator."
He slid his arm around her and pulled her down on his lap, grinning as
she tried, half-heartedly, to pull herself up.
"Aren't you glad you don't have to worry about things like that?" he
smiled, his arms around her waist.
"Come on, Jim, let me up," she said, smiling weakly.
"Now, now, sugar, no need to be unfriendly," he smiled. His left arm was
around her waist, his hand on her belly. His right hand slid up and down
her leg just under her skirt. He slid it up her thigh then, sliding up
beneath her skirt all the way to her panties.
"Jim!" she gasped, her hands pushing down on her skirt to hold his hand off.
He laughed and pressed his face into her breasts, rubbing it from side
to side. His left hand, which had been on her belly, slid up and cupped
her left breast firmly, squeezing the soft flesh. She squirmed and tried
to push both hands away but he just laughed playfully.
"Don't be shy, darlin'," he grinned.
His left hand left her breast and quickly slid up into her hair,
gripping it tightly as he twisted her head around and slid his lips over
hers. Her protests were muffled as he kissed her tightly, deeply,
passionately. His right hand cupped her pussy through her panties as he
tilted her backwards in his arms.
"Mfffhfhflspphhfhfh!" she said, her voice low and weak as he slid his
tongue into her mouth.
He gripped her panties and as he tilted her back jerked them down under
her buttocks and over her hips. She grabbed for them but her skirt was
in the way. As soon as her panties were down around her thighs his hand
shot into her crotch and began to rub up and down over her pussy mound.
"You're such a hot, gorgeous woman, Robin," he said. "You're one of the
sexiest women I've ever known."
He knew that, being young and female, and still relatively naive, she
would be proud and gratified at the remarks, even in the midst of his
unwanted fondling of her body. She was surprised into silence by the
words, and then his mouth covered hers again before she could respond.
His fingers deftly eased between her legs, sliding between her tight
pussy lips and rasping directly across her clitty. The lights were low
in the office and soft music played. Out the window she was facing was
the brilliantly lit capitol dome.
Her hands, which had been alternately pushing against his chest and
batting at his hands, slowly went still and then fell to her sides as
she gave in and halted her squirming resistance.
He let go of her hair and brought his arm back around in front of her.
He stared up into her eyes as she looked down at her lap. His right hand
continued to carefully stroke back and forth over her clitty as his left
cupped her right breast, then began unbuttoning the buttons down the
front of the blouse.
She didn't resist, nor could she look at him as he pulled her shirt out
of the skirt and opened it wide. His hand stroked the tops of her
breasts, then around behind her and unlatched her bra. She folded her
arms across her chest instinctively, but he pulled them apart, removing
his hand from under her skirt momentarily.
She didn't fight as he put her hands aside, then pulled her bra up over
her breasts. He let out a sigh of pleasure at the sight of the full,
firm, round orbs, and the two tiny pink nipples in the center of each.
His hands stroked the undersides, then lifted them, as if weighing them.
He leaned forward and began to suck on her right nipple. His left hand
squeezed her right breast to push her nipple out as he sucked it. His
right hand slid back under her skirt and rubbed her pussy. He probed at
her sex with his middle finger, then slowly eased it up inside her tight
pussy tunnel.
He pushed her head back, leaning her back against the left arm of his
chair, draping her across him as he admired her firm young body and soft
ivory flesh. His tongue slid over her breasts, concentrating on her
nipples but rasping all across the soft round melons.
His finger pushed inside her pussy to the knuckle, then he twisted it
around inside her. He pumped it slowly up and down, then added a second
finger. His thumb pressed down on her clitty, and he ground it against
his fingers as they pumped in and out of her pussy tube.
He suckled hard on her nipples, his tongue wriggling against them as he
chewed on the flesh surrounding them. He could feel the moistness in her
loins and knew she was responding to the careful treatment of her body.
Well, she was no prudish virgin.
He jerked her panties down further, down her thighs and over her knees.
They slid to her ankles and he stroked her inner thighs, then slid his
hand under her bottom.
He lifted her up and dropped her on his desk, her bottom on the edge.
His hands gripped her ankles, stripped her panties off one foot and
pulled them wide apart, her thighs squeezed her skirt even higher than
his hand had, shoving it up above her crotch. She looked up at him
finally, meeting his eyes for a brief moment. She looked mortified,
frightened, anxious. Then her eyes slid away.
He dropped his pants and took out his bulging erection, then rubbed it
up and down against her pussy slit. He pressed his helmet head into her
and forced her pussy lips apart, then pushed the head and the shaft up
into her belly. He used a smooth, slow, but firm pressure and within
seconds he was in her to the balls.
"Aaahhhhh," he sighed.
"Uunggh," Robin gasped, her indrawn breath a sharp hiss of pain as her
pussy was filled with the Senator's long, thick purpled veined cock.
Her belly was suddenly packed tightly with male meat, her insides felt
bloated and pushed aside by the thick intruder. Her thin, tight pussy
tube was suddenly distended by the slab of hard prick that slid into it.
Rawling held her thighs as he ground his hips into her groin. He watched
lustfully as her pussy lips clasped tightly around the base of his cock,
hugging and sucking it as he twisted his cock around inside her.
"Oh yeahhhh," he groaned.
His hands slid up onto her breasts and he squeezed them tightly, mashing
the thick meat up and out, his fingers kneading the tender mammaries,
digging into the fleshy, malleable balloons and distorting their perfect
shape.
He began to pump his cock, going slow at first, as he imagined the start
of a train, the slow chuf, chuf, chuf of the steam and the turning
wheels. His fingers twisted and pinched her nipples as he worked his
cock back and forth inside her. He both nipples tightly between thumb
and forefingers, then stretched them upwards, pulling on them hard until
the wincing young blonde's breasts were pulled up like cones.
He let go and they wobbled and jiggled, rolling and bouncing until his
hands clamped down on them again. He squeezed, his fingers wide apart,
her fleshy breasts oozing out between them.
He worked his cock up and down with greater speed, gradually increasing
as he used the full length of his cock and entire length her pussy. His
cockhead slid from her pussy lips to her cervix and back again, moving
faster, and then faster, and still faster.
He bent and kissed her roughly, his hand gripping her head as he ground
his loins into her again. He twisted his cock around inside her belly,
pushing left, then right, then up, then down. His tongue shoved
demandingly into her mouth and whipped around inside her oral cavity,
sliding over her tongue and teeth and the insides of her cheeks.
He pushed himself erect again, and thrust harder, his hips slapping
against her thighs, his balls bouncing off her buttocks as he pushed her
legs further back. He thrust with harsh, deep strokes, his cock
pistoning inside her, his hips now bruising her buttocks and thighs as
they hammered against her.
She grunted with each impact, as she and the desk were jerked forward
under the heavy blow. She winced and gasped and bit her lip as his heavy
hips slammed into her soft flesh. His cock ripped up and down inside her
sex, sawing across her pussy lips and making her clitty tremble and vibrate.
His hands gripped her legs behind the knees and jerked them up, shoving
them back against her as he pumped as fast as he could inside her. His
cock was a blur as it pounded down into her sheath with a tight, wet
slurp of juices. His hips made a slapping noise as they struck her
jiggling buttocks.
Robin's mind was spinning. This was what she had been fearing for the
past week and a half, dreading even. He was using her as she'd been
afraid, using her like a toy, like a thing, fucking her with a
casualness that implied she belonged to him, that he owned her. She was
humiliated at allowing herself to be so degraded, yet the job meant so
much to her she couldn't bring herself to defy him.
Worse yet his cock was having a definite effect on her body. She had
always had an active sex life. She had been careful to choose tight
lipped, mature partners but she had been wanton with them. She liked
being fucked like this, hard and fast. Even the way he had forced it on
her had a strangely erotic effect.
Most women had fantasies of being just taken, roughly, even brutally,
thrown down and fucked like a bitch, like a whore. Now here she was
draped across the desk, skirt bunched up around her hips, panties
dangling from one ankle, her shirt and jacket pushed apart and bra
undone, and getting absolutely... POUNDED by his big cock.
Her breasts burned with heat, her nipples hard little diamond points in
the center, each like a burning coal sitting atop her swollen mounds.
Each time his hands mashed down around them her breasts sent a burning,
boiling wave of sexual fire through her chest.
She liked being submissive in her sex sometimes, letting a man have his
way with her, letting him use her, ride her hard. Now she lay back and
started to boil with lust. Her hands jerked and twitched as they lay on
the desk next to her head and her eyes fluttered as his cock ripped up
and down her pussy tube.
"Oh Gh..hu..huuuuOd!" she groaned, her head rolling back and her back
arching.
She shoved her arms straight up above her, her hands sliding over the
edge of the desk, then gripping it tightly. She drew her legs back
further, spreading them wide, bending them tightly so her heels touched
her buttocks.
Rawling hands were like vices as they clamped down on her sides. He
jerked her back to meet his heavy thrusts and she squealed as her sex
was savagely drilled. His hands shifted upwards and folded around her
fat breasts, mashing them tightly together, then twisting them around.
His cock was a triphammer as his hips pounded into her. He was panting
and grunting even as she was. He slid his hands under her suddenly, one
hand under her head, the other under her buttocks. He jerked her
upwards, forcing her upright on the edge of the desk.
His lips mashed against hers and she responded excitedly, her tongue
slipping through into his mouth. He jammed both hands under her soft
warm flesh and backed away from the desk, lifting her off. She groaned
and clutched his shoulders as he backed up and sat heavily in his chair.
Her buttocks mashed down on his thighs as her moist pussy slid down his
pole. She hugged him tightly, pulling his face into her breasts, rubbing
her fat mammaries around him as he gripped her buttocks and began
bouncing her up and down. She slid her legs around behind him and moaned
as she felt his cock deep inside her throbbing with hunger.
She began to squirm and twist in his lap, her pussy sucking and
squeezing his burning hot cock as she worked herself around on it. She
pulled herself up, groaning as she tore her pussy up off his fat prick.
Her pussy squeezed it so tightly she could hardly pull herself free, but
finally did, his cockhead sliding out of her hole with a soft slurp.
She held herself over it, her legs bent tightly as she squatted over
him. She held herself aloft with the head of his pole against her sex,
then slid down, her eyes closed. She slid down hard, groaning and
arching her back as she was impaled on his fat cock. it slid high up
into her belly and rammed against her cervix.
She whimpered in delight, grinding her buttocks on his thighs again. His
hands gripped her buttocks and began jerking her up and down with
furious movements that set her bottom to bouncing against his legs. She
groaned and grunted and mewled in pleasure, her pussy sliding up and
down his prong, her clitty sawing constantly across his soft skin.
He bit her breast, hard, sucking on her flesh as his teeth pushed into
the tender meat. He opened his mouth then and bit down again, then
again, then again, his teeth nipping and gnawing at her soft breasts as
he growled and hissed in desire.
Her pussy rode up and down him as she grunted and moaned and yelped in
response to his teeth. She gripped his head tightly, mashing it into her
breasts as she began to ride him faster and faster. Her tight box slid
rapidly up and down his prick as he chewed and sucked on her nipples.
She cried out as if shot, and arched back. Her fingers held tightly to
his shoulders as her head rolled back upside down behind her and she
bounced wildly atop him. He humped up, his eyes wide and exhilarated as
they watched her climax.
Her pussy tube spasmed around his pistoning cock, mashing and squeezing
around it as she whined and groaned and bounced furiously. He clenched
tightly, trying to fight off his own orgasm as Robin slowly wound down.
She gave a final jerk, arching backwards, falling back along his legs,
her upper body draped back over his knees, hands nearly touching the
floor as they hung down limply.
He held her hips tightly, humping desperately against her, his cock
driving into her seeping pussy tunnel with sure, hard strokes as he felt
his juices boil and his cock harden still more. He stared down in feral
lust as he humped into her.
Then his cock exploded, the blast wave of his climax ripping through his
body as his cum gushed down his tube, frothing and bubbling as wad after
wad shot into the girl's sex and was sucked up into her womb.
She jerked and trembled as more and more semen jetted into her belly. He
groaned finally, his body slowly relaxing as his cum was drained. He
reached down and grabbed her arm weakly, then sat back, pulling her back
up and against him. She sat there for long seconds, clinging to chest,
head draped across his shoulders, then she groaned, shaking her head as
if waking from a dream.
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From the ebook: The Senator's Aide, by Argus
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