Chapter 8 – Diana

 

I settled in to write my second column about Kyle Swanson. I hadn’t seen him or gone to any of his news conferences since our dinner a few nights ago, but I had enough in my notes to write a quick column about his budget proposals. And I had to make amends with Janet, and put something out that was straight and too the point, without exploring Swanson’s childhood.

 

The title of my second column was SWANSON PROPOSES MASSIVE BUDGET CUTS, MEDICARE TO SUFFER.

 

I figured it was factual enough. I left out any discussion of his parents, his childhood, or speculation on what drove his absurd cravings for power.

 

About an hour later I heard a ding on my computer. It was an email from Janet.

 

Subject: RE: Next Swanson Column

Hey Babe,

Great stuff. Glad you’re back on the program. See you at this weeks meeting.

 

Love,

Janet

 

The short email brought me a huge sense of relief. I hadn’t talked to Janet since she stormed out of the diner. At least I knew I still had a job and could pay the bills, and so far Janet wasn’t letting out what happened.

 

It was 9 PM and I figured I’d get to bed early. With the column out of the way I figured I was due for a day off tomorrow, and I planned some relaxation time at the beach. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

 

Who in the hell would be at my house at this hour?
 

I walked up the door and looked out the peep hole. It was Swanson. I opened the door. He was surprisingly disheveled and had been drinking, I could smell the whiskey on his breath.

 

“What are YOU doing here? And how did you find out where I live?” I snapped.

 

“Diana, we need to talk.”

 

“We can’t talk Kyle. You put my job in jeopardy. I pledge to my boss that I’d stop all personal contact with you.”

 

I began to shut the door and he puts his arm up, blocking me.

 

“Look I just want to talk. That’s all.”

 

I gave in against my better wishes. After I let him in I realized I was wearing nothing but a robe and pair of panties. We sat on the couch and he started talking, but kept staring at my legs.

 

“Diana, why did you do that to me? I trusted you. And you write this dirt, about my childhood?”

 

I looked away. “Kyle, I was just doing my job. You spent the entire night telling me about growing up and the pressure your parents put on you. Frankly I think that’s relevant. If you’re going to be a Senator representing this state, the people have a right to know why you’re running and what drives you before they cast their votes.”

 

“Well, I figured our discussion was off the record. And so was our, you know.”

 

“You know what Kyle?”

 

“Don’t do this to us Diana. We had a great time at dinner.”

 

My eyes beamed at him like two daggers. “Do what Kyle? We aren’t some kind of item, you know.”

 

Then he caught me in his gaze. The same one that hypnotized me the first time we met in person.

 

“Diana, don’t run from it. You know there is a chemistry between us.”

 

“Kyle, I promised Janet that I wouldn’t have any personal contact with you going forward. I was going to be completely objective about you and the Senate race.”

 

“You still can be. Is Janet here now? Does she drop by? I parked across the street by the Ralphs so nobody could peg me as being here.”

 

I didn’t know whether to melt or call the cops. The thought of him sneaking around, trying to get to my house without anyone seeing – it was touching but also kind of creepy.

 

“You can’t deny the chemistry between us.”

 

He got up and slid next to me on the sofa. I felt vulnerable, but wanted him to touch me. He put his hand on my leg and gently pushed the robe aside, revealing my bare legs. His hungry gaze made me feel like prey, waiting to be taken by a lion.

 

He was right. The attraction between us couldn’t be denied. I shouldn’t have let him in the house. The best way to fight a fire is to avoid lighting it in the first place.

 

“I need to touch you.” His voice became deep, husky. He kept gently rubbing my legs, setting off static electricity all over my body. I needed him to touch me and became wet with anticipation.

 

Then he reaches over and undoes the belt holding my robe on. I wonder if he realizes I don’t have anything on except panties. He pulls open my robe and I feel the chilled air on my breasts. He cups them in his hands and kneads them, and leans down, kissing and sucking each nipple. My pussy ached as a chill went up my spine and I threw my head back.

 

My body seemed to take on a mind of it’s own. Before I knew it, my hand was on his crotch rubbing firmly. I could feel his thickness through his jeans and it made my clit throb. He continued kissing my breasts and then moved up. As my heart quickened he began kissing my neck and earlobes.

 

He lets out a low growl and his hand glides down my stomach, and inside my panties and over my soft mound, and his fingers glide over my wetness, over the swollen lips. I continue rubbing his thick member through his jeans with one hand and grip his arm solidly with the other, digging into his flesh with my nails.

 

My breath shortened as he enters me with his fingers, stretching me. I know he is getting me ready. I can’t fight it this time. My body aches with need, a need that will be satisfied.

 

Now he stands up and pulls me forward. He slips my robe completely off, and then slips off my panties. Stepping back he pulls of his shirt. I reach forward and place my sweaty palm on his rock hard abs, and then rub upward over his massive chest with the other hand. I begin feeling feral and frantic with need. I reach down and undo his belt. I can’t get it undone fast enough. He’s trying to help, and then finally we open his zipper and I pull his pants down. His massively stiff cock bounces and he moans, as I pull them down further revealing his thick inches and his large, firm balls.

 

Kyle chuckles as I take his fat cock in my hand and begin stroking. I look up at him and our gaze meets, connecting us in our feral hunger. I smile as I stroke his fat cock, enjoying the feel of his thick inches in my hand. I reach down and tickle his balls with the other hand and then take his shiny crown into my mouth, swirling my tongue over its velvety softness. He throws his head back and moans deeply.

 

I suck his cock and then lick up and down the massive shaft, feeling his power in my hands as it pulsates. I grab his muscular thigh with one hand, digging my nails in as he moans. Then he grabs my hands and pushes me down on the sofa, and he spreads my legs wide as he kneels down.

 

He kisses my thighs as his hand teases my succulent flesh. He slides his finger in, and glides it in and out slowly. I feel my pussy ache as its muscles clench, anticipating his large cock with need. He stretches me inserting two and then three fingers. His hand is soaked with my wetness. I stop breathing as he puts his mouth on my wet flesh, slowly licking from my asshole up to my clit. He teases me licking all around my clit but avoiding it directly. I moan deeply.

 

Then he gently rolls his tongue over my clit, making little circles. The muscles of my entire body clench uncontrollably and as I moan like a wild animal. “So good…”

 

He gets up and I see his huge cock glistening in the dim light. His head is shiny and wide, making me shudder. Now he picks me up and turns me around, bending me over the couch. He rubs his hands up and down my back, and then rubs the head of his cock around my ass, tracing up and down my crack and then teasing my soaking lips.

 

“Come inside me, baby. I need you inside.” I say, with heated anticipation.

 

My skin flushed as I felt his thick cock begin to enter. Soon he stretched me, painfully at first as he fed me his inches. As he got in deep he growled lowly, it sounded like a tiger anticipating its meal. I felt his muscles tense as he stayed in me motionless for a second, trying to avoid coming.

 

“Diana, your pussy needs this cock.”

 

“YES!” I agreed.

 

He pulls out and my hunger only increases. He spanks my right ass cheek, and grabs it hungrily. Then he enters me again and stops and spanks me again. The stinging of my flesh makes me want his cock. He begins slowly thrusting. I get lost in the sound of our skin slapping and feel the ripples through my ass as he slams me hard with each thrust. The fire keeps growing within me.

 

“Fuck me…give it to me,” I moaned, not even controlling my own voice.

 

He gave me his thick inches, thrusting in and out like a wild animal. He made good on his promise he made the first time we met, he said he’d fuck me and he was delivering. And I loved it.

 

My pussy throbbed as it clamped down on his thick inches. He kept fucking me in a nice rhythm, “Yeah baby, take this cock. Your pussy hungers for this cock.”

 

“Yeah baby, fuck me. I love it!”

 

His cock was hitting my sweet spot and I began to feel a release building. The delicious feeling of his cock sliding and filling me deep made my pussy muscles pulse, almost painfully. I needed his cum, I wanted it deep inside of me.

 

He keeps fucking as my clit aches with need, and he keeps spanking me. I could feel his fat cockhead deep inside tickling my sweat spot.  He puts one leg up on the couch and seems to be thrusting even deeper. The tension built up to a peak and I released in a chilling orgasm.

 

He slaps my ass hard. “Yeah bitch, take this cock. You need my cock in your hungry pussy!”

 

He begins thrusting harder and faster. I crave every inch of his cock. He keeps going, he must have been fucking me for a half hour. I feel another delicious orgasm building. Thrusting harder, I feel his body tense, and he shoots warm and deep inside of me, his cock pulsating with a strength I’ve never felt as my pussy muscles pulsate around him.

 

I feel his body shiver as he clenches down on both of my mounds, and he lets out a loud growl and he squeezes out every last drop of hot cum deep inside me.

 

A sudden wave of contentment comes over me as I start to feel as though I am floating. I feel so relieved, the need Kyle had been causing now satisfied. He pulls away and falls back into the chair.

 

“Oh, that was good, the best fuck I’ve had in years.”

 

Back to his crude self.

 

He chuckles. “Diana, we’re going to be doing this more often. GAWD that was good.”

 

I get myself together and put my robe back on.

 

“It was great, but no we aren’t doing this again.”

 

“What do you mean? You didn’t like it?”

 

“Of course I liked it Kyle. That isn’t the issue.”

 

He has a look of disbelief on his face. “Well, what’s the issue Diana. I don’t see the problem here.”

 

“Kyle, like I told you before, I can’t be having a relationship with a man who is the subject of my writing. I promised Janet I’d steer clear of you.”

 

He laughs. The man is such a bastard.

 

“We aren’t having any relationship Diana. Think of it as business. You know I’ll need to fuck you, just twice a week. Then we stay apart. That way the tension can build again.”

 

I looked down at his thick cock, which was shrinking down, becoming flaccid. I craved more but wasn’t going to let on about it.

 

“You’re not going to be fucking me twice a week Kyle. We shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

 

He laughs, with a smirk on his face. “Diana you used me. You got me to go after you at dinner just so you could dig up dirt on my campaign.”

 

“Kyle! I didn’t use you. Take responsibility for once. You’re the one that made advances on me. I pushed you off, and I should have done so tonight.”

 

Secretly I was hoping he’d come back. I knew if he wanted to fuck me I’d let him.

 

“This can’t happen again Kyle. My job is on the line.”

 

“Tell you what Diana. If that nutty bitch Janet fires you, I’ll hire you as press secretary for Zylent. Then we can fuck all we want. Nobody can say anything, since I’m the boss.”

 

He laughs again.

 

“I’ll put you on a $350k a year salary. How’s that sound?”

 

“This isn’t about money Kyle. I’m a journalist. It’s the profession I’ve dreamed of for, like forever. I’m not giving that up to be corporate shill.”

 

“Well Ok why can’t I fuck you twice a week, at least until the campaign ends.”

 

He’s got a look of disbelief on his face. This is a man who always gets what he wants, and I’m really twisting his world around by not giving him everything he expects.

 

“Kyle its not ethical for us to sleep together. So we’re not going to again.”

 

“Ethical? What are you talking about? You’re a 37 year-old woman. I’m a grown man. Who needs ethics?”

 

A soreness from his thick inches was developing between my legs. It would be a reminder of him being inside me after he left.

 

“OK. Tell you what, I’m going to leave, and you can think on it. You’ll come around to my way of thinking sooner or later.”

 

I suspected I would if I kept seeing him in private, but keeping him away from my house would help me fight it.

 

“Kyle, don’t come by here again. You know you’re being trailed by the press constantly, Garcia probably has people tailing you too. If someone sees you coming over to my house in the middle of the night, its going to blow the lid off, and we’re both going to pay for it.”

 

“Well I’ll figure something out,” he says as he finishes getting dressed. I walked him over to the door and he takes he into his arms. I place my hands on his chest, feeling uncomfortable with what I know in my heart.

 

I’m feeling more than lust for this man. When he opened up to me at dinner the other night, it kindled something inside of me.

 

I look up and catch those steel blue eyes and get lost in his gaze. We’re silent for a minute and he leans in and gives me a kiss. Short but sweet, it was almost like sealing a deal.

 

But I pushed him off.

 

“OK Kyle you’re on notice. Don’t show up here unannounced again. If you do I’m going to write about it and post it online without putting it through editorial review.”

 

He laughs. The man doesn’t take me seriously.

 

I guess when you’re an all powerful billionaire, you’re not used to people getting in your way.

 

He cocks his head and points his finger at me. “Sure Diana, you do that. I’m sure Janet would be happy and give you a raise. What are they paying you again?”

 

“None of your business. Now get out, and don’t let anybody see you.”

 

He finally leaves. We got what we both needed, and while I felt more, I knew this had to be the end of it. As I turned off the lights and headed in to take a shower, my mind started racing.

 

I hoped nobody spotted his car in the supermarket parking lot. Any reporter that saw that would start digging – wondering what Kyle Swanson’s Bentley was doing in Irvine in the middle of the night, abandoned in a shopping center parking lot. They’d find out soon enough I lived nearby.