Corruption at the Highest Levels (reserved for Bankbabe13)

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Corruption at the Highest Levels (Bankbabe13 x lavatrain)

Mayor James Kilpatrrick kicked back in his chair, gasped in surprise into the phone "fuck that's good!" and then immediately placed his palm over the phone to mute it as his wife Wilhelmina responded with "Excuse me?"

The good Mayor stuttered, uncovered the phone, and hastily stated "ah, nothing dear. Just saw that the latest polls are in, and we're looking like our favorables are rising...."

Wilhelmina was satisfied with the explanation of his sudden profanity, completely unaware as the long-haired redhead crouched between the Mayor's knees was smiling up at him from her position on the floor before the Mayor's chair. He half listened to her complaint about the trash trucks skipping the mayoral residence again in apparent retaliation over the contract negotiations.

Covering the phone again, the Mayor spoke idle threats regarding the violation of the redhead's ass for deepthroating him without warning. The redhead frowned in mock disappointment as she continued to stroke the corpulent city chieftain's rather impressive fishing tackle, then returned it to her mouth.

His other line rang up. "Just a moment dear." He placed her on hold. "Not you, Buffy. Keep polishing the head." The redhead maintained a happy vaccum upon his privates as he switched to the other line. "Ah, the mayor Pro Tem is here? Excellent. Send him in directly."

The recent favorite of the electorate, Scott Pounder, stepped through the door. Tall, handsome, in his early 40s with brown hair and hazel eyes, he projected confidence and capability which had carried him to the highest office in the city. Another month, and his term as Mayor would begin, and it would presumably being his little mayor getting his head polished at the seat of power in the city's top office. A former high office holder in the DA's office, he espoused an anti-corruption platform which had carried him through a bitter and highly contested campaign.

"Ah, Scott. Come in, come in. I believe you've met Buffy?"

"Indeed I have, Jim. How are you, Buffy?" Buffy responded with nothing more than a slurp and a giggling 'hello' and then it was back to the task at hand.

"Scott, I'll make this short. I have other pressing matters to attend to. The DA is under investigation for a host of issues, as you are well aware. It's gotten to the point that we have very few people there who we would consider reliable. I hesitate to direct the Mayor pro tem in what duties he should attend to so close to your ascention to power and all its privileges" (here the older, heavyset mayor reached to grab a handful of Buffy's considerable chest), but if you want to enjoy an administration relatively free of scandal, I'd head down to their administrative offices and speak with the assistant DA. She's very good at what she does. Professional. Legs up to here. Now if you'll excuse me...."

With that the Mayor threw his head back in anticipation of painting the redhead's throat an attractive shade of opulent pearl. The Mayor pro tem recognized that nothing more would be gained from this meeting, at least for him, and quietly retreated from the office.

He returned to his office and asked Elise to book him an appointment with the Assistant DA.

 

[bankbabe13]

I am at my desk going through emails when I see an appointment request from a, Mr Scott Pounder, the name I've heard as he wants to be the new mayor, but not much else is, known about him on my end. He says, he wants to welcome me as assistant DA and discuss a few pressing matters. So I reply back with acceptance and a meeting set up for noon today at my office. I await his arrival dressed as I usually am, professional with a, hint of semi sexy as being all of 22 like to be a, bit of a, girly girl fashion type. So today I chose the following...

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I am looking up many info I can about him to have a background to chat about but oddly enough am finding nothing more than very basic information.

 

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The Mayor Pro Tem drummed his fingertips on the luxurious leather appointments of his official vehicle as the driver negotiated the VIP parking in the underground structure beneath the DA office building.

Hilda had just zipped him back up after topping him off a bit at his request. He was a strong believer in making a firm and lasting first impression.

"Thank you Hilda. No time to properly thank you now. Let's see about this Assistant DA; I'm told she's quite efficient and thorough."

As the driver opened the door, Pounder emerged and held out his hand for Hilda. The striking raven-haired PA stepped out maximizing her leg exposure, stood, and put everything into place.

Seconds later, they were in the staff elevator to the executive office floor at the top of the building. Hilda made a brief assessment of his tautness around the seventh floor, found him flagging just a bit, pulled her skirt up to her waist and ground her ass into his groin.

Pounder pressed into her pantiless ass, and murmured "perfect" and found himself ready to meet the Assistant DA.

When the elevator door opened, he stepped into the reception area. Pounder stepped out expectantly. The receptionist cheerily greeted him "Mr Mayor." Pounder stood there as Hilda unzipped his fly, reached in, drew out his hardness which jutted out at an appeciable angle and a frankly shocking span, and stood back at his shoulder. Pounder was in a take-no-prisoners mood, and raised his watch to observe the sweep of the seconds hand, ready to note how long it was going to take for the reception he expected...

 

[bankbabe13]

You were told I would see you now but that your PA would have to wait outside forr confidentiality reasons. As you enter my office I walk over and shake your hand and introduce myself and say what I am investigating needs to be kept on the down low and I think we could work together well for justice. I can sense you are undressing me with your eyes but I ignore it trying to keep things semi professional for our first meeting. My office is, on the 15th floor so has a good overlook down into the city. I am looking out it as I chat, as I like to move around while talking, next thing I know I gasp as you are just bout right behind me, as the close nature and bold move throws me off a bit.

 

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I am immediately struck with your professionalism and your acumen. Once inside your office, I take in the appointments and business like feel, recognizing that I'm dealing with a focused public servant. The utilitarian nature of the office only serves to intensify the allure of the office holder. I hear her say all the proper niceties as she struts herself around the office....higher calling.....duty....professional standards....ethics....morals.....accountability.....tits.....ass.....legs......blah.....blah.....

Standing, I approach her as she stands at the window, going on as is her want, and with profound interest take the hem of her skirt and drag it up over that insouciant ass.

 

[bankbabe13]

I gasp "ahhhh what are you doing? This us high... Highly unprofessional! " I stammer as I am unable to fully turn since the hem of my skirt is in your grasp. You see the full length of my 40" Long legs encased in the dark brown pantyhose as, I blush as I'm pantiless under my pantyhose, my mind racing hoping you won't see the front side as I am shaved as well.
You don't seem shocked by your actions which are common to you which, in a sense shocks me. You tell me go on with what I was saying like you're not even here and you insist you are listening as you...

 

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"On the contrary Ms. Cumstrom, this is entirely professional attire you wear. Perhaps a bit shocking that you are knickerless in the office, but when covered by such a businesslike skirt as yours, who is to know? I admire your devotion to office sensibilities. Were this hosiery to be torn.....would it produce undue consternation, I wonder?"

My left hand slips around to capture your taut belly as my right slips down the cleft of your tightly hosed ass, my forefinger lightly traces the cleft of your sex while my thumb rests collegialy over your rear aperture.

I clear my throat "you were saying?"

 

[bankbabe13]

Shocked by your boldness I try to compose myself and try to move your hands, which get moved for a mere second, then like a, rubber band snapping back into place your hands return and you talk business matters like this is commonplace for you, my breasts rise and fall under my blouse as I stand against the window, my mind racing on your actions. The contact does secretly feel good but my thoughts of this is highly unprofessional reign as I again slightly protest saying
"Ummm Mr Pounder do you mind? What are you doing? " But you just...

 

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"Oh, please, Ms. Cumstrom, just refer to me as Mr.Mayor" (after all in just a few weeks, he would cease to be mayor pro tem, and will in fact be mayor) "the texture of your hose upon your tight little asshole and clit must be exquisite with the proper pressure and stroking pattern. By all means give me feedback on how I'm doing--if we're going to work together, communication will be paramount."

"D-cups? Difficult to assess, given their breathtaking rise and fall. Really quite mesmerizing." With that, my hands release your abdomen and your groin and skim upward to cup, heft and tweak those friendly pups.

"what I am most interested in interdicting, ms. Cumstrom, is the high incidence of quid pro quo harassment in the DA's office. If you work cooperatively with me, you'll reap benefits quite beyond the civil service pay scale."

 

[bankbabe13]

OOC cup size 32C

Shocked as your arms slide under mine from behind and find me my breasts like someone inspecting melons at the grocery store. "Si.. Sir what.. What are you doing?" I gasp. "Ummm I really think we need to discuss cases of corr.. . Corruption that's why you're here right?" I say trying to change subjects from the current awkward groping I'm being subjected to. You keep doing what you are like it's, normal behavior for you. My breathing increases in nervous anticipation. "Ummm sir? " I try to again protest but the only reply I get back is "Sshh" as you.. .

 

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Corruption? Oh yes, I think to myself,.I'm here entirely about corruption. I'm here to corrupt this hotly sheathed professionally dressed body of yours, Ms. Cumstrom.

After my hands rise up your abdomen to cup and heft your delightful handfuls, I tweak those nipples soundly, then my fingers find the gaps in your blouse front, and tug sharply. I am rewarded with the sound of those buttons skittering out onto the floor. I yank your bra cups down, with appreciation for your bra selection, and seize those charming budding nipples in my fingers as my lips fall on your neck, then my teeth capture your earlobe between my bite.

"I'll guide the agenda here, Ms. Cumstrom, or may I call you 'slut'? Fine, 'slut' it is!" I begin to press my own rock hard agenda at your squriming skirted ass as you remain trapped up against the window glass.

 

[bankbabe13]

Pushing heavily as my bare perky chest presses to the glass. Fortunately we are on the 15th floor so no one can see in I think to myself. My chest rises, and falls from the sudden exposure. " This is not.. Not ok.. We can't do thi... This" I weakly utter as you have one breast in your hand as your free hand compliments my tall slender frame. You say the kind of frame that Garner good or bad attention in the DA offices. I hear a zipper slowly go down. At first I gasp thinking it's yours. Just then, ever so slightly I feel the waist band of my skirt get looser in fit. Just then I realized the zipper I heard belongs to my skirt!

 

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As I find the zipper of your skirt and expertly manipulate it, my strong fingers insinuate themselves into the breach. I note the smooth sheer hose beneath and confirm that you are bereft of panties.

"Fuck! Not even a thong, you tall, sultry slut? Delicious. I'm quite going to enjoy this....

Rrrrrriiiiiiipppppppp

 

[bankbabe13]

My skirt in a puddle around my ankles and then I hear RRRIIPP! As the sound of you ripping the front of my pantyhose opens echoes through the sound of my office. My mind racing as it's our first meeting and your bold moves with my attire have completely caught me off guard. I stand nearly frozen, not sure how to react as you just go on about how well we can work together to weed out corruption. I feel a hand on my totally bald pussy lips as you spin me around to face you.

 

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"Ahhhhhh, I love the sound of ripping nylon, Ms. Cumstrom. It sounds like......lechery......"

Once I have you spun to me, facing, your well groomed pubis is easily stroked by my powerful fingers.

Dragging them upward, I find you humid and moist; heated. "Ah, Ms. Cumstrom, i think I've found fertile ground to get started with." My forefinger works up and down your cleft, stroking you as my eyes watch yours, coolly observing the chinks developing in your demeanor.

"There are some forms of baldness that are so very attractive, Ms. Cumstrom." I worry at your clitoris, left and right.

 

[bankbabe13]

My eyes grow wide at the "love the sound of ripping nylon" comment. Here i am, our first meeting, my blouse torn open, bra cups, pulled down exposing my breasts, skirt around my ankles and front of my pantyhose torn open!
I open mouth to protest, but you just place a finger to my lips and say""sshh Miss Cumstrom if we are to work together we cannot interrupt one another when expressing points". I am more shocked as your words just seem like normal conversation to you. I should scream or yell out but I am just nearly frozen by your bold moves. Your fingers stroking me as I try not to let on that it feels good, your fingers near centimeters from fully inserting themselves into my exposed bald pussy lips. As I stand breathing harder in anticipation.

 

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Pleased so far with the promising progress our initial meeting is producing, I note the deeper, hastening breaths which cause your plump breasts to rise and fall most enticingly,

"Ms. Cumstrom, you obviously have some impressive points of your own to bring forth. I'd like to take the first into consideration, in fact." With that, my head dips to bring my mouth into contact with your right breast. While my fingers continue to stroke and tease your ripening clitoris, I close my teeth over the perimeter of your pleasing aureole and I tug at that sweet bud.

My other large hand has your asscheek firmly and ably cupped as I hold you securely and completely at my mercy. My finger now poised at your entrance, enticingly daring you to take the plunge yourself, you wanton bitch.

 

[bankbabe13]

"We... We can't do this! " I stammer as my mind is conflicted. I should be screaming or yelling but too shocked by your bold moves in this initial meeting to do so. At the same time, being a woman, the contact to the breast feels good although I try not to let that fact on. Secretly I like the "take charge" initiative you show as it could lead to good in my corruption cases. You say nothing just grab my ass fighter pulling me toward you and your sucking mouth as I'm inches from the window of my office. I try to pull away but it is net with resistance as now two fingers rub my clit, dangerously close to penetration of my tight shaved pussy, just then the hand on my ass pushes and I am impaled on the fingers! My eyes grow wide in horror and shock in my current predicament as you....

 

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I grin in appreciation of the tight wetness now bathing my fingers as they curl upward and back toward the rough spongy flesh at the front wall of your professional cunt.

I had rather hoped that you would jump in wholeheartedly at my proposition of working intimately, but I can see that some reservations are clung to desparately, thus necessitating my urging prod of your ass, forcing your pussy to take my mayoral digits deep, My fingers work diligently to gain purchase against those reservations as my mouth closes over the other nipple lest it be neglected, and my teeth scrape similarly against the hard bud there.

"Tut tut, Ms. Cumsttrom. Our working relationship will be most beneficial to both of us."

The hand at your ass delivers a firm slap, the glass window behind you causing it to bounce and echo into the office around us. The other asscheek quickly meets a similar fate.

Suddenly, I pull away from you, find your padded executive desk chair, seat myself, and beckon you to me with a commanding look and gesture. You....

 

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[bankbabe13]

I try to compose my thoughts as I stand there exposed. Caught up in the moment i walk over to you straddling your lap and try to play tough. " this is a mistake we cannot do this!" As insaubthis you fish out your hard cock. Mybtgoughts distracted by the size and I lose train of thought. In my distracted moment, you gently kick out one of my ankles causing me to lose balance and fall into your lap. You quickly lift my hips up and place me down onto your awaiting pole. I gasped as you fill my tight pussy. As you gently wiggle it inside me, instead of fighting to get off it I just say : wow! Your ummm pretty bi..big...mmm" my face a bit red as soft moans escape the lips. My words saybwe cant do this, yet my body says otherwise.

 

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"Ah, Ms. Cumstrom. I believe you begin to see the advantageous nature of my proposal. Nonetheless, I think it important to send the point home...." Here, after the initial wriggling of fit, my hands lift you from under your thighs until just the tip penetrates your professional slice, and I thrust upward, sending my hips home."

"Understandably, we must endeavor to present our efforts on the public stage with all appropriate deference to the expectations of the public,. but we really must not hesitate to collaborate when in private in as brutal and honest a manner as possible. Nod your head if you agree, as you appear to be a bit speechless, my dear...."

Withdrawing again, I gather myself for several repeated thrusts back up into your clasping quim, doing my best to slap my balls against your spread ass as our bodies clash together.