Cheryl had really dressed fit to kill for this interview. She knew how important it was for her to make a good impression on the aide, a Lane Slayton. He was a powerful figure, the senator's right-hand man. Some said that Slayton was more than an aide – he was the power behind the throne.
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!"
His weight crushed her. He virtually dived and pinned her to the floor with his body. Her tits were smashed under his chest. She was about to complain when she felt the jiggling rod of his cock prod into her cunt lips.
She was happy then. She knew he was going to give her the best fucking he was capable of delivering. And from the looks of this stud, it might be very good indeed!
"Yes, that's it, ohhh!"
He slammed his hips forward. As his groin collided with hers, she blasted off into orbit. The climax crashing through her body made her feel like a lightbulb being turned on. She glowed. Her body was hot. There was nothing dark in the world.
One penetration had set off her climax. She could hardly believe it. As she drifted down, she felt his cock resting inside her. Giving it a little squeeze, she felt the big prick's contours. It was very definitely a huge prize for her pussy to capture.
She tried to sort out all the veins and bulges along the length. It was fairly easy. She could feel the broad purple crown of the cock pulsing. It almost throbbed with life. It shivered and even grew as she felt it within her.
The veins beat in counter-tempo to the man's excited heart. And just outside, she could feel his lead-heavy sac containing his balls wetly bouncing against her upturned ass.
She couldn't dismiss the way his chest flattened her tits or the way he was able to stimulate her nipples. Those counted – they counted for a lot.
But it was his cock giving her the most pleasure. She couldn't understand what it was about this man that turned her on so fast. He was well hung, sure. A lot of studs were. And she'd been fucking some of the best during the last few weeks. That wasn't it.
He was handsome, personable. But so were the other guys. Dave wasn't hard to look at and Roger could charm a chick into doing anything he wanted. There had to be something else.
With the cock slowly expanding her tight cunt walls, she finally understood what it was that made her so hot for this guy.
It was sheer, raw power. He was powerful. He could do things. A snap of his fingers and senators jumped. Power, and she was sharing a little of it now. She was able to bask in reflected glory.
She decided she was a power junkie, a power groupie. And she loved the feeling. Especially since she was getting such a fine fucking out of it. There was no other way she could have gotten close enough to Lane to get his cock stuffed up her twat until tears ran down her cheeks.
"Okay. Enough of this. I'm going to really give it to you. How bad you want it?"
"All the way, Lane, all the way! Hard! Hard!"
"Here it comes!"
He withdrew as quickly as he'd taken her. He poised for a moment as if studying the situation. Then he came hurtling into her cunt like a freight train. His cock seared through her tender tissues. It parted her membranes with the speed of a bullet.
His fleshy pillar of pleasure split her wide open.
She cried openly now. The tears left salty tracks dawn her cheeks. When he began licking the tears off, Cheryl knew everything was going to be just fine. He cared. He was able to fuck her and still think of her as more than a socket to be plugged.
He rocked back and forth with long, slow, hard strokes. His virile attitude was no sham. He was for real. His cock continued to ream her out. It made her cry. It made her shiver. And it set fire to her innards like no other man's cock ever had before.
"Faster, faster, Lane, fuck meeeee!"
He began a corkscrewing motion that took him even deeper into her juicy quint. He rotated her hips and bored right in. The crown of his cock was turning a reddish-purple now. Blood pounded heavily into his prick making it lead heavy. He used it like a battering rant to insert himself into her cunt again and again.
She was filled with liquid flames. They lapped and gnawed at her insides until she couldn't stand it any longer.
She came.
The fire didn't diminish. It burned even more brightly inside after she had been tossed around on the waves of ecstasy. The bludgeon smashing into her body never ceased. It was relentless, untiring. She was sure he could fuck forever.
He wasn't a man, he was a sex machine. A sex machine turned on full blast and fucking wildly.
She thrashed around, humping up to meet his every stroke. They soon fell into a rhythm that suited both of them. It was a slow pace that gradually escalated into a faster and faster tempo.
Lane concentrated on what was happening in his groin. His balls had tightened, compressed into hard spheres of lust. He wanted to let loose and shoot his seed into the hungering cunt surrounding his prick. But that would rob him of the pleasure he was getting with fucking her so much, so fast, so expertly.
He had a lot of pentup emotions to be released. A quick come wouldn't give him the proper feeling afterward. He wanted to be drained of his anxieties, his worries, his sexual needs.
He fucked faster. He felt her humping up to match the increased speed of his penetration into her juicy twat. Each entry was marked by a squishy noise. She was a wet one, he had to give her that. Wet and hot. And her cunt was about the clutchingest he had ever found.
It was almost virgin tight. He couldn't believe his good fortune in finding a chick like this. But he wasn't going to knock fortune. He was going to bang the hell out of the girl, fuck her until she begged for mercy, then fuck her some more.
He was that horny.
His cock stiffened perceptibly. He hadn't thought it would be possible for him to get any harder. But he did. He figured it was because of the incentive he had.
A twat made to be fucked over and over. That was what was spread out for him.
Cheryl opened her legs even wider to give him the best possible shot at her cunt. The black pubic bush was drenched with sweat. She was panting hard now. She knew another orgasm was stalking her. She could feel it crouching inside, waiting. Waiting for the exact moment to spring and take her by surprise.
She started a butterfly motion with her legs. As he rammed his cock into her, she pushed the sides of her legs flat to the floor. As he exited from her juicy twat with a small plop, she lifted her legs until they brushed the sides of his body.
This made him feel like he was driving his cock into an even tighter manhole. And it was this motion, this collapsing around his prick, that brought him off. He came amid a sudden outpouring of his sperm. He bit his lower lip and never uttered a sound.
But Cheryl knew he was really getting off. She could feel his cum hosing down her womb. It blasted up into her belly in spurt after mighty spurt. As he pound his crotch into hers, she felt the beast of orgasm unleashed in her body again. It leaped and devoured her. She was unable to keep from shrieking.
"Unggggh!!! Aieeeee! Ohhhhh!"
"Whew," he panted, looking down into her face. He was sweating heavily from his exertion. "That was just about the best lay I've had in God knows how long. Thank you."
"I guess I should say it's mutual – because it is! You're just too much for any one woman. I bet you got a string of chicks all across the country just waiting for that lovely cock of yours."
Lane smiled, almost shyly, and shook his head. "I'm close to being a Goddamn eunuch since that sex scandal thing. I don't dare compromise my…" His voice trailed off. He suddenly realized he was talking to a reporter.
Cheryl got one of the best interviews of the year from Lane Slayton detailing the senator's stand on foreign policy, fiscal responsibility, defense spending and eight other topics.
Murray was so pleased, he let her have a half-hour special for the interview.
Cheryl knew she was on her way to the top – even if blackmail was part of the ticket up.