A Westminster Affair , a short story by Partygirl. Date added: 2012-07-04. Times viewed: 1640.
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- Intro: (SoloF, BJ) Robert is a politician of power and influence, embroiled in an intense, erotic affair with a much younger researcher. (A first chapter, really, if people like it I will do more!)
“I think we’ve now done enough drinking.” I murmured to him, placing my wine glass down on the desk. It was another late night, another round of voting, and he wanted me there for the company, and the comfort. Robert could have been in any of the bars with his colleagues, an MP of his standing would have them queuing up to bend his ear, but he didn’t want to see any of them. He wanted me. In his office. The door locked, my body semi-naked while I teased him, playing out the fantasies he enjoyed.
I straddled him and loosened his tie, pulling him close and kissing him deeply. Our affair had become more intense as the weeks went on, and I spent less evenings with friends and more with him.If they were getting suspicious, they didn’t say, and although I knew it would probably end in tears, for now he was mine.All mine. He assured me daily that his wife knew nothing, and all I could do was believe him.
I wore what he liked most – a simple, plain skirt, which hid the naughtiness of classic stockings and suspenders and a black lace thong, enough bare flesh exposed to take between masculine fingers and do as he pleased. Straddling him as he sat on his office sofa, I pulled his BlackBerry from his grasp and pushed him back, giggling as I unfastened his belt.
“Not going to whip me with this thing again?” I asked with a wry smile, holding up the offending object. “I don’t think I’ve been naughty enough for that.”
“I’ll decide if you’ve been a good girl. But we’re voting again soon and right now, all I want to do is fuck you.” Robert said breathlessly, watching as I threw the belt aside and slowly unfastened my shirt. I could see in his intense green eyes that my lover wanted to touch the breasts which now hung above him, the nipples full and the perfect shape and size for his mouth, and although I longed for the gentle bites he would give them which alone could excite him to completion, I wanted to hold him off a little longer.
I shook my head slowly, yet my lustful gaze purposefully betrayed the sign of the pleasure to come.
“You may be powerful in this place, but where you and I are concerned, that all means nothing.” I purred. I tore his shirt from his chest and he smiled. I could feel the tight swell between my legs, the wetness seeping through my thong and moistening his stomach. I knew Robert could feel it to, his eyes widening and his arousal sprang into life against my buttocks, yet I still refused him access.
“That’s a lie.” He laughed.I inched up my skirt and slid my fingers along the edges of the thong teasingly, my eyes fixed on his. “You can’t tell me that fucking an MP in this place doesn’t turn you on. Because I know it does, I’ve seen what a sexy bitch you can be when I remind you who I am during sex.”
“I’m not as shallow as you think, Robert.” I said, a small smile playing about my red lips. I began to grind myself into his torso, kneeling up and gently running my hand along the moist fabric of my thong. Robert moved as if to touch my thighs but I smacked his hands away, shaking my head.
“Don’t make me tie you up again, you naughty boy.” I scalded. Robert’s pale, shaven cheeks flushed, and I knew he both hated and loved it when I took the initiative; mocked him, belittled him. Nobody would dare seek to control him in the world in which he operated, but I was an exception.The exception. The sex with his wife was, he said, better now that he was seeing me too, but it was still dull. He would think of me as he climaxed inside her, but held himself back enough not to call out my name. Robert was as controlled as they come, although many colleagues and journalists alike would say cold and calculated. I, however, would take the domination by him like any good mistress would, but I knew when it was my turn. He knew when it was my turn. And he never argued.
He moistened his lips.“Shit.” He muttered, watching me, a burning lust in his eyes as my hand worked its way inside my thong. I pulled it aside, exposing myself to him, my body perspiring as my own thrill overtook the few inhibitions I had left.
“What does the Right Honourable Gentleman want me to do?” I asked softly, biting my bottom lip. Robert’s gaze had moved from my face down to where he could see my excitement, the wet folds of pink flesh so close to him I knew the scent was driving him wild.
“God, let me touch you.” He growled.
“No, not until...you know what needs doing. What I must do first.” I cooed. “But I need your instruction. Say the words.”
“Play with yourself, make yourself cum.” Robert ordered.
I smiled. “That’s better.”
I did as instructed. He looked tortured, but I knew he wouldn’t have it any other way; have me any other way. He was surrounded by people all day, but I understood him better than anyone. I moaned softly, my fingers working the swollen skin, my nerves reacting to every stroke, every flick of the pad of my forefinger, until my heart thumped in my chest and my climax approached.
“Moan louder.” Robert gasped.“Louder, you dirty slut.”
Aware we were in his office, and therefore hardly completely private, I allowed my noise to rise slightly, but my mouth hung open, gasping for air while my hand slid across the slippery surface of my vagina.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”I whispered. Robert was telling me to come, to finish so he could screw me like I deserved, and suddenly the gratification flooded through me and my body jerked over him.
“That’s my girl.” Robert grinned. He always called me girl. Twenty years separated us yet I was far from unhappy that he would remind me of that.He was older, sexy and powerful. What more could a girl want?
It was Robert’s turn.
“You’re a naughty intern, you really are.” He said harshly, but the playfulness in his tone was detectable. Intern. That’s the other thing he would call me. I hadn’t been an intern for six years, and I had never worked for him, but it was a game he liked to play. A cliché, of course, but it was a cliché for a reason. I had never seen him so turned on as when I would dress for him in the most sensible suit I owned and allowed him to dominate me, totally and wholly, going down on him at his whim, pretending it was my first day and all I wanted to do was fuck a politician.
“Stay there.” Robert said, my legs still parted across his chest. I was open and exposed to him and he slid two fingers inside me, then three, pushing them deep.I reacted to the sudden intrusion, gently grasping his wrist and guiding him, in and out, rhythmically, until he licked his fingers clean and ordered me onto all-fours on the couch.He squeezed my bare buttocks then slapped them gently, his lips suddenly upon them, his teeth, his nails raking down them. “You smell fucking incredible.”
“Who needs perfume when a good bit of au de cunt does it every time?” I laughed at my own naff quip.Robert laughed too, but it was guttural, animalistic. He would take me hard any second, his trousers now around his knees as he knelt up behind me, his cock brushing along my crack. I gripped the edge of the couch in anticipation, the Commons-green material suddenly reminding me where I was, exactly who I was screwing every night. Right on cue, I felt him slide into me. He was larger than any man I had been with before, but I was now used to his size, and it pleased me more and more each time. I felt the whole length of his shaft take me, and he was talking again, in sharp breaths, telling me that he loved me one moment, that I was his dirty secret the next.Robert’s orgasm was strong and intense, and once he had given out to it he fell back on the couch, spent and perspiring.
“You,” he said, pulling me down on top of him, “are incredible. Seriously, bloody incredible.”
“So incredible you’ll just go home tonight and screw her.” I said acerbically. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but instead of looking hurt he smiled.
“No. She’s back in the constituency with the kids. So the place is all mine once I’m done here.”
“Why didn’t you say? Why did we have to do this here, then?”I asked, my eyebrows raised. I held him, his body warm against my bare breasts.
“Oh, you know you love doing it here. But the good news is, she’s away for the next few nights.” Robert ran his hands across my hips and waist, breathing in the scent of my neck. "So come back with me, be with me tonight."
I toyed with him, now flacid in my fingers, my gaze upon his handsome face, a face so familiar to many, and his thick, greying locks, once again reminding me of the age divide. I wanted him again, I could feel the tension between us, the arousal stiffening him in my grasp, but at that moment the division bell called all MPs to vote and the moment was gone. I agreed to meet him somewhere quiet before returning to his apartment, where I had never been before. It was suddenly becoming real, and although I felt nervous, I couldn't wait to see him again, to feel him inside me, to witness a man so self-assured on television yet so vulnerable during the sex games he loved so much. His weakness was my strength.
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