Kayla
“Are you finally going to let me slide my cock into that beautiful little pussy of yours?” George Masson said as we walked to his office.
I was repulsed by the idea of his shriveled up cock coming anywhere near me, but I knew I could show that. I couldn’t let on at all that I wasn’t interest in him. In fact, I had thought a lot about it and was pretty sure I was going to have to sleep with Senator Masson sooner or later. I just didn’t see how I would be able to string him along much longer.
It had been weeks since our run in at the tennis club and I knew he was growing frustrated. If I didn’t give him something soon, he was going to get angry. I had to tease him just enough to keep him coming back for more. Enough tease that he stayed interested in what I had to say.
As we walked into his office, I noticed that Marge was nowhere to be found. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get out of there without giving in at least a little bit to George. My brain swirled with all the thoughts of what I was doing. I hadn’t planned things very well and felt sure I was about to make some sort of giant mistake.
“Thank you for getting my dress cleaned,” I said softly as we walked into his main office.
I heard him lock the door behind him and instantly got nervous. I really didn’t want to sleep with him; in fact he repulsed me quite a bit.
George grabbed my dress and brought it over to the door and hung it on the hook attached to the back. Then he grabbed me and pulled me over to the couch. Gently he pressed me back onto the couch and before I knew what was going on he had his hand up my skirt and pulled my panties down.
“Oh, George,” I said sweetly as I tried to play coy.
“I need you, Kayla. You can’t keep teasing me and not letting me have you.”
His lips moved quickly up my thigh and he pressed my shirt up so he could look at me. I felt more exposed than I ever had. Maybe it was because I didn’t really want to sleep with him. Maybe it was because I felt like I was in over my head, but for whatever reason; I didn’t want to be there with my pussy exposed to Senator George Masson.
I desperately hoped that Matthew would come to the door and start banging on it. I wanted him to rescue me from the situation I had gotten myself into, but I knew very well that he wouldn’t be doing such a thing for me.
George stared at my nakedness and signed a breath of relief as he moved in and let his tongue start in on me. I quickly became pleasantly surprised at the skills the old fucker had. His tongue moved expertly around my clit and I felt myself start to let go and actually enjoy the moment.
He sucked and flicked and licked his way through me until I felt my hand grab onto his hair in an effort to keep him right there between my legs. I liked it. To my great surprise, I really like having George’s tongue on my pussy.
In fact, I loved the hell out of it.
It was wrong. Everything about that moment was utterly wrong, but my body didn’t give a fuck! My body loved what was happening and I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to stop myself at that point.
His tongue was experienced. George knew just the right pressure to make me moan and he knew just when to pull back and make me beg for more. I felt the warmed of orgasm build up from his touch and I was surprised at how quickly he had me worked up.
My pelvis pressed against his tongue in an urgent attempt for more. I wanted more of him. I wanted to feel myself explode with pleasure.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
George stopped and jumped up and I quickly pulled my skirt back down. Could it be Matthew? Perhaps he had sensed I needed him? Maybe he was just so jealous that he couldn’t stand thinking about me being in the room alone with George Masson.
“George, are you back from your lunch?” I heard Marge say.
George looked at me and made sure I was dressed again and then handed me my dry cleaning and quickly opened the door. I didn’t care who it was, I was just happy to have a reason to leave the office.
He had gotten a taste of me and that would be enough to subdue him for a little longer. It had to be enough, I couldn’t stand the thought of doing anything more with the man. My poorly laid plan had not worked out how I had intended it to and I needed some time to rethink my strategy.
“Hi Marge,” I said as I hugged her. “I just stopped by to finally get my dry cleaning.”
“Oh, Kayla it is so nice to see you.”
“Senator Masson, you make sure you take care of this lady. She is my absolute favorite,” I said as I left the office.
I moved quickly down the hall just in case George decided he wanted to come after me and talk some more. I really wasn’t in the mood for much of anything else. I just wanted to get back to my office and get my work done so I could head home. Preferably, I just wanted to go get drunk and forget all about what I had just done.
Home, as in the new apartment that Matthew had purchased for me. Matthew actually hadn’t been over to my place since that first night there. I had decorated it very well since then and enjoyed inviting my friends over after work. I obviously had the best apartment out of everyone now and I needed to find a good excuse to explain it away.
Since everyone knew I wasn’t very close with my family, I simply told them I had an uncle I didn’t really know who had died and given me money. My friends were surprisingly susceptible to whatever I told them and they believed me without questioning it at all. It didn’t hurt that I bought them all a round of drinks and pizza when I explained my new apartment to them.
I decided not to go back to work and instead called Steven to tell him I wasn’t going to be back. I faked a stomach ache after lunch and told him I would call in the morning if I wasn’t feeling better. Truly I did have a stomach ache, but it was from the events of the afternoon with Matthew and George. I didn’t know if I was cut out for the world of Washington D.C. sexual politics; it was much more difficult than I had expected.
I did go home but then felt even worse as I sat in the apartment that had been purchased for me by Matthew. Being a kept woman had never been on my agenda for things to do while I was in Washington. I knew I couldn’t turn Matthew down when he offered the apartment, but I also didn’t like the feeling that I had to do whatever he wanted me to.
Then, while I had tried to lighten the mood at our business lunch, he had totally blown me off. I hoped he was worried that I left with Senator Masson. I really hoped that he could see he wasn’t in control of me and I had the freedom to do whatever, or whomever I wanted. Although, I really didn’t want to do anything more with Senator George Masson, I had had just about enough of that man.
“Hi Kim, it’s Kayla. Want to have a drink?” I said as I dialed up one of my few friends outside of Matthew’s office.
“Hey, Girl! Yeah, Anna and I were just heading down to Sloan’s. Why don’t you meet us there?”
“Yes, that’s perfect. I really need to dance and blow off some steam.”
“Perfect. Catch you in a few minutes.”
Within five minutes, I had thrown on a dress and pulled my hair up and was out the door on my way to meet Kim and Anna. It was a relief just to be out of the apartment and I couldn’t wait to put back a few drinks.
I had never been a heavy drinker, but the politics of Washington sure made me thirsty. I could see why so many Senators and others developed addiction issues. There was a never ending emotional roller coaster in government and I certainly wasn’t prepared for it.