The Awakening of Brandy (Closed for DreamingOfMyEx)

[Rocket1010]

Brandy Roberts sat by the large window looking at the pond beyond the parking lot. The Alexander Plantation was one of the oldest restaurants in the county and at one time served as a command post during the civil war. Now it was part of an exclusive country club she hoped to one day join. She was waiting for, Jessica Cowen, her coworker, to go over a big real estate deal. If the deal went through she might be able to afford the membership. Her phone dinged and she saw a text message from Jessica informing her she would be about twenty minutes late due to a traffic accident.

Ordering another glass of wine, Brandy smiled seeing a couple walking near the pond. It brought back memories of her and John in their early days of marriage before their divorce. Things between them had been exciting and new, working together to start a family that produced two great kids, Stacy and Josh who were now teenagers. She thought of how John had worked long hours at the family business which eventually put a strain on their marriage. She felt she was raising the kids on her own with no help from him. And when they tried to talk about it, an arguement always ended with them going to bed mad at each other.

Thinking of their sex life, she shook her head and took another sip of wine. At first everything was new and exciting. She was brought up in a rather strict house with her mother and father telling her she needed to save herself for her husband. She remembered the night, after a lot of drinks at a frat party, John had taken her to a pond smimliar to the one she was staring at. They were to be married within the month, one kiss led to more heavy petting and they couldn't stop and she lost her virginity that night. No one suspected that Stacy was conceived that night.

She frowned thinking about their sex life. She had heard the stories of loose girls at school and some of what they said sounded exciting but forbidden in her mind. She knew John was never the macho man she envisioned but he was a good provider for the family. And after Josh was born, John, to her, started acting strange in the bedroom, wanting her to watch some smutty porn movie, or spank him, or tell him how much she loved his cock. But her upbringing always reared its ugly head when confronted with actually doing them. Oh she tried to accomodate her husband's quirky sexual requests but their sex life turned sour. That and the constant arguing about the kids finally led to their separation and eventual divorce.

She saw her reflection in the window, noticing, that since the divorce, she had put on a few pounds. She knew she had wallowed in self-pity, eating more and excerising less. She kept telling herself she needed to go to the gym but it seemed every time she planned to go, something with the kids or works seemed more important.

Seeing some motion behind her she gulp, seeing the reflection of John standing behind her staring at her reflection. She felt stupid as she turned and looked at the handsome man she had been married too. "Hello John. How are you?" she said suddenly feeling like she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

One can say they "hate" someone who screwed them in a business deal, or stole their lawnmower, or cut them off in traffic, but that's not really hate. Real hate, in John Roberts' mind, was reserved for those who betray the trust he placed in them. After the divorce, after he did everything he could to keep the marriage together even as Brandy and her ruthless lawyer were busy cleaning him out, John was reduced to living in a small house that didn't meet the standards of most crack addicts for their nightly activities. He had never been so depressed in his life - and even thought of doing the unthinkable. He wasn't sure if he could really go through with it, but the thoughts (and tentative planning) were there. If it weren't for the kids ... who knows ...

In addition to his regular construction job - a true feast-or-famine experience if ever there was one, he often had to take on one or more part-time jobs just to pay the bitch her alimony and child-support. It was as if she did everything she could to break him - and it was probably his stubbornness - rather than inner strength - that kept him from breaking. Slowly, he pulled himself out of the depths of despair, but things were never quite "right". He never got completely free of the creditors. He never fully fit in with those who should have been in his social circle - the people from church, or the parents of his children's classmates. It seemed as if his whole life would remain a struggle. Almost there, but not quite.

Almost there, but not quite -- until the week he ran into Brandy at the country club. That was the week John Roberts - or rather Roberts Construction, the "family" business - was awarded what could best be described as a "lucrative government contract" involving a new military base in the Middle East. (Thank God the bitch didn't get her hands on the family business - a lot of money went to a high priced lawyer to ensure that didn't happen.) That was the same week John's membership in the exclusive Alexander Country Club was rushed through and approved. The very day Brandy was meeting her own business associate, John was having lunch with Congressman Jenkins and General Moore.

"Hello John. How are you?"

"Brandy" he responded, surprised and not too happy to see her. I'm not doing as bad as you want me to be doing, bitch. "I'm fine ... are you a member here?" No way - or so he hoped. She had talked about going into real estate when they were married, and he supposed everybody dreams of the big score that starts them on the path to those million-dollar commissions, but he suspected Brandy's efforts were spent in the less affluent neighborhoods. In fact, he would occasionally see one of her signs in a trashy yard in front of a trashy house in a sketchy neighborhood and chuckle to himself.

Whatever she had to say, he wasn't really interested, and he made that clear as he looked around for the men he was supposed to be meeting. "Oh, there's my party now" he said, waving to them from across the room, "excuse me." That was polite enough on the surface, but Brandy should feel he was being anything but polite.

As he proceeded to the Congressman's table, a huge grin spread across John's face. Brandy looked like shit. Well, she was clean and wearing a nice outfit and wore makeup and still had a pretty face, but she had put on weight, a lot of weight that outfit couldn't hide, and didn't seem to know what to do with her hair. Seeing the woman he once thought was the most beautiful thing imaginable letting herself go like that brought him a great deal of pleasure. FINALLY, things were turning around for him on every front.

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As the men went through their preliminary small talk of the weather and the food and the NFL's first round draft choices, John couldn't help but think back to his marriage to Brandy. There were certainly some good times - so what went wrong? That usual thing - a couple of kids taking up all their attention - the woman not feeling "fulfilled" - the woman thinking the man didn't make enough money. And from John's perspective - a little more sex would have been nice - along with some appreciation for all he did for her and the kids. Perhaps the main point of contention was Brandy's not wanting to play his "silly little games" in the bedroom. John knew and understood what women need - security, someone to provide, someone to keep the wolves away - and he did all that and more. So what if he wanted to experience the other side - submission. He'd had fantasies - even before he ever heard the term Femdom, or Female Domination - he craved the opportunity to submit to a dominant woman. The fantasies he had - whether it was torture or cuckolding or being castrated - obviously not things he wanted for real. Just roleplay - with a beautiful woman - in the privacy of their bedroom.

Brandy made it clear she didn't enjoy doing that sort of thing, and John understood - sort of. But then again, why wouldn't she want her feet rubbed or her kitchen floor scrubbed clean as part of the play? And it wasn't like he pestered her to play Femdom games with him all the time. In their last year of marriage, she only indulged him once. Then again, in their last year of marriage, they probably only had sex a dozen or so times.

There was also a period after the divorce where he went through what a friend of his called "the reconciliation dream" - where just maybe, if they could get together and talk ... But that was a brief enough phase. He could never trust Brandy after what she did to him in the divorce - and afterward. From that point on, it was a polite greeting, a minimum of small talk, and only when it couldn't be avoided.

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"Yes, of course I'll be there personally the whole time. This is too big a job to risk my not overseeing every aspect personally. I'm not a micromanager, but I don't like being blind-sided either."

"That's fine, fine John, I like to hear that. You do a good job for us at Camp Freedom and I can see a lot more government contracts in your future."

He glanced over at his ex wife again - Yep, I'll bet she's put on ten pounds since I saw her last. Ten pounds she couldn't afford to gain.

Normally, Brandy was the last person in the world he wanted to have any interaction with. On this day, however, seeing her and how she was letting herself go was like icing on the cake.

Things were really looking up for John Roberts. Finally.

 

[Rocket1010]

"Brandy" the way he said her name sounded caustic as it dripped off his tongue. She was surprised to see him at the country club and was sure the expression on her face gave that impression. When he said, "I'm fine ... are you a member here?" she could hear the disdain in his tone.

"No I'm not," she replied casually but in her mind she was hoping this big deal would go through and she might have a bit of financial freedom. The alimony and child support payments were just enough to keep her head above water. Before the divorce, she dabbled in real estate while John worked at the construction company. Now she needed the extra income.

She wanted to tell him about the big real estate deal but could tell he wasn't interested as he casually glanced around the room as if to dismiss her. She was about to ask how he was doing but he didn't give her a chance. "Oh, there's my party now" and added, "excuse me." Brandy watched him walk to his group of men knowing he was just being polite since they were in public. She was sure he would have some other choice words to tell her if they were in a private setting. Something inside her let her know she still had feelings for him, but she brushed it aside, knowing it was over.

She couldn't really blame him for hating her. Her divorce lawyer was a real maneater, going for the jugular and not caring about how he felt. Brandy had felt sorry for John during the proceedings in front of the judge but there was nothing she could do as her lawyer kept reminding her about the wellfare of the kids and he had to pay, no matter how much.

Brandy was still thinking about John when Jessica arrived. She was a bit startled when she tapped her on the shoulder. Sitting across from her she smiled brightly. "You seem to be in deep thought." Before she could answer, Jessica's eyes widened. "Is that your husband with Congressman Jenkins and General Moore?"

Brandy's mouth hung open as she looked at Jessica. "Yess... yes it is John." In an incredeous voice she asked, "You know Congressman Jenkins and General Moore?"

Jessica wore a smug smile. "We are supposed to meet them at a site they want to buy for the military. But they must have decided to meet for lunch first and wouldn't you know it, your ex-hubby."

"How did you find out about the land deal?"

Jessica smiled. "I met them at a fundraiser and ......" her voice trailed off. She gave Brandy a strange look and then decided to tell her. "The Congressman was working on a bill that would affect some land for development. Well over drinks, we got a bit personal and one thing led to another and we ended up in a hotel suite." She stopped for a moment, seeing Brandy's stare as she turned her wine glass in circles trying to decide if she should spill the beans.

She could tell Brandy was very curious. "What happened in that room Jessica? You know the Congressman is married?"

"Oh I know it alright but sometimes you have to do things to get things done with men in power. They act all big in public but in the bedroom they are puppydogs." She let out a laugh. "Seems the Congressman liked to be spanked and tied down and other things that made him happy. The more I spanked him, the bigger his cock got. God it was amazing and what a fuck. He said he never got that hard with his wife. And wouldn't you know it, he passed the bill to help with the land development for a new company in our community. And a few days ago, he called wanting to talk about a land purchase."

Brandy was surprised and her cheeks were turning rosy. She never took Jessica for that kind of woman. Glancing over at John, a sudden thought hit her. Was he like the Congressman, liking to be handled after a long day of making decisions?" She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as Jessica suggested they go over and say hello.

"No I don't think so," Brandy said nervously.

Jessica pushed her chair back and rose waiting for Brandy to stand. "Oh come on .... we're going to meet them later so why not just go over and say hi."

The two women walked to the trio who appeared to be laughing at some joke. But as they neared the table, all eyes were on them. Jessica saw the Congressman glance up and down her trim body and then look at Brandy. Jessica spoke first.

"Congressman, General .... we know we have a meeting later but we wanted to just stop by and say hi." She looked at John with a bright smile. "Hello John good to see you again." She saw the look on the other two men's faces and chuckled, "This is Brandy, John's ex. What kind of business are the three of you cooking up."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The three men stood - as gentlemen were supposed to do - when the ladies stopped to address them. John was a bit annoyed at this intrusion into their space. So was the General, though it wasn't quite as apparent. It is, after all, a country club, where rich and important people rub elbows with other rich and important people, to keep themselves rich and important. It is, however, a delicate balance. Say hello, of course, but don't linger long enough to let their food get cold if you're not immediately invited to join them.

The Congressman would be a bit harder to read. He didn't appear to be annoyed - and wouldn't show it even if he was. Jessica wasn't one vote - Jessica was one vote plus a vote from every member of her family plus a vote from most of her friends plus a few thousand dollars in donations. What he hoped Jessica understood was that she wasn't his "mistress", but rather a person with whom he exchanged favors. He paid her for spankings in the form of expensive gifts and a bit of influence - paid her for favors, and her silence. She got the occasional favor that members of Congress are good for. Grandma's social security check was short this month? I'll personally have someone on my staff deal with it. Your nephew wants an appointment to West Point? I think that's a noble ambition, let's set up a meeting. But even more than that, she now got to flaunt the fact she was personal friends with an important and powerful man.

"Brandy, it's so nice to meet you" Congressman Jenkins responded, turning the charm up a notch. Another vote, and votes from all her family and most of her friends, and since she's at the country club, another couple thousand in donations. "Another real estate deal, Ms. Cowen, but one I'm afraid is out of your territory - I'm sorry to say. A few thousand miles to the east and covered in sand."

Normally he might say something complimentary to Brandy in an offhanded way - like asking John how he managed to attract a woman too beautiful for him - but the word "divorce" was usually accompanied by red flags, and he knew better than to risk it just to sound charming. Besides, Jessica would make sure her friend voted the right way in any future elections.

In a very nice way that was intended to let the ladies know it was time for them to depart, the Congressman suggested to Jessica that they "do lunch" again really soon - hoping they can find a mutually agreeable time before the end of the week.

Now it was just a matter of waiting to see if the women moved on before the men could sit and resume talk about building a new base in the Mid-East which would be a major factor in projecting American influence and power in that region of the world - and just as important, prevent the bad guys from doing it first. John had a million details to deal with prior to leaving the country - and he had less than a month to do it - and somewhere during all that time he had to convince Brandy to let him spend as much time as possible with the children. Would she be a bitch about it and deny him any visitation that wasn't in the divorce decree? He was going to miss them terribly once he was gone.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brandy was impressed with the Congressman's greeting. It was warm and inviting as if he was greeting an old friend. And when he put his other hand over hers saying it was nice to meet her, she felt at ease. The General on the other hand shook her hand in a very formal way, the way one greets guests in a receiving line. It was short and his hand seemed to squeeze just a bit to hard for her.

As for John it was just a nod of recognition and she saw his eyes take in Jessica's almost perfect body. Instantly she remembered seeing her own image in the large glass window and could only think of how she had let herself go. Was John thinking the same thing? She felt as if she should not have come to the men's table as the Congressman answered Jessica's direct question. "Another real estate deal, Ms. Cowen, but one I'm afraid is out of your territory - I'm sorry to say. A few thousand miles to the east and covered in sand."

Brandy's eyes widened and she looked at John who wore a soft knowing cocky smile. What the hell was John doing with a General and Congressman and what was this real estate deal a thousand miles away and covered in sand? She knew he had taken the reins of the family construction business. How in the hell did he get hooked up with these two? She had so many questions but this was not the time or place to grill him. She wanted to know what how he came to talking about a project thousands of miles from here. Maybe he was just a subcontractor but why would he need to meet with these high ranking men? The curiousity was eating at her but her attention was drawn to Jessica and the Congressman.

After answering, the Congressman looked at Jessica with a smile and suggested they do lunch real soon. Jessica knew it wasn't lunch the Congressman was suggesting. He was in the mood for kinky bedroom play and he wanted to do it before the end of the week. Jessica smiled at the Congressman and told him she would get in touch with him later to set a lunch date.

Jessica and Brandy apologized for the brief intruption and headed back to their table. As far as John and the General knew it was a lunch date between Jessica and the Congressman but Brandy thought it odd. They were planning to meet in a couple of hours at a site with the General and Congressman to discuss a land development deal for the military. When they were seated, Jessica chuckled and smiled at Brandy. "You don't know what kind of lunch the Congressman wants to have, do you?"

Brandy had a contemplating look on her face and then it brightened remembering what Jessica told her earlier about her relationship with the Congressman. "Ohhhh shit," she uttered and then put her hand over her mouth. She asked inquistively, "Are you and him going to a hotel?"

"Yes," she answered with a whimiscal smile and laugh. "I get a room at the Ritz and we have lunch just so everyone can see he is having a business lunch. We are always interrupted with people wanting a bit of his time and I excuse myself while he is busy with them. I leave and go to the room and get dolled up ..... he likes leather outfits .... and then he arrives and we play games for a few hours." She saw the interested look on Brandy's face and added, "he knows he can trust our little secret."

Brandy had never told anyone about John's requests which seemed to be in line with the Congressman's sexual likes. Should she say something to Jessica? She had told her the divorce was about them never seeing eye on things but in reality one big reason was their sex life dropped to very infrequent encounters. She was sure a lot of it had to do with John's sexual tastes and her inability to satisfy him. She often thought that if she could ever get over the fears instilled in her as a child, maybe things would be different. Could Jessica help? She told herself she would talk to her when the opportunity was right as Jessica pulled out a folder and started discussing the land deal they would talk to the Congressman and General later today.

Throughout lunch, Brandy couldn't help but look over the John's table seeing his face filled with excitement. The was the face she remembered from early on in thier courtship. Everything was so exciting at first and where did it all go, she wondered.

When lunch was over, she saw the men rise and shake hands. The Congressman and the General stayed behind as John walked out the door. Brandy excused herself and walked quickly to the door seeing him outside waiting at the valet stand for his car. She saw him turn to see her and she quickly asked, "John what's going on? What did the Congressman mean when he said a land deal thousands of miles to the east and a lot of sand?" She nervously clenched her fingers as she waited for him to answer.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Being mean and rude to people was not in character for John, but after the living hell Brandy had put him though - and the even bigger hell she tried to put him through - he could make an exception for her. None of your business? It's confidential? You can wait and read about it in the papers along with everybody else? Have you put on more weight? Or how about the ever-popular "fuck you bitch"? He might have opted for one or all the above, except for one thing - he wanted to spend time with the kids before he left.

Going to court for any sort of modification to the "standard custody agreement" would be a total waste of time and money. No court in the country would lift a finger to do any favors for the father. Only women got special consideration when it comes to custody - or more importantly for them - money in the guise of "child support". To spend time with the children meant he had to be nice to the bitch and rely on her good will. Maybe she would recognize the children need to spend time with their father? Maybe she would like the free babysitting service?

"Bukistan"* he replied. That's several thousand miles to the east (a few more thousand miles if one wanted to take the western route) and it wasn't all sand - there were rocks, too. "It's not exactly public knowledge yet, so please keep it under your hat. I'm sure the General is giving the Congressman the same lecture now. But anyway, I was going to call you later about it, to let you know I'm going away for a few months. And I'd like to spend some time with Stacy and Joshua before I go. I'll be pretty busy, but I can make time for them."

He almost added the word "please", but he wouldn't give her the pleasure. He also didn't want to give her time to think too much. If she said yes, then it was yes. If she said no, he would have time to get her to reconsider.

"You know how Josh has always wanted to know more about the management side of the business - and Stacy's interest in geography and international relations. This way they'll be meeting actual influential people from that part of the world as we set up meetings, arrange transportation, that sort of stuff. I even picked up a self-study course in Arabic at Barnes and Noble on the way over here. I can give you mine if you want to give it to them today, I can pick up another one.

He realized he was speaking to his evil ex wife as if she was a regular person. What a man won't do for the sake of his children.



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* Bukistan is the name of a fictional country, which we will pretend is real in this fictional story. It will be located where the real world borders of Iran, Pakistan, and Afghanistan meet, narrowing in the south until just a sliver of land gives the country access to the Arabian Sea (and a little claim to territorial jurisdiction of part of those waters). Of course none of this will matter as far as the story goes, but if we need to know where it is for some reason, now we know.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brandy was surprised to hear him say, "Bukistan" She had no clue where it was located only that it was going to be far away. She was still trying to comprehend what he said as he said it wasn't public knowledge and she had to keep quiet about it. And then he dropped the bombshell that he was going to be away for a few months and he wanted to spend some time with Stacy and Joshua.

It was a shock that he was going to be gone. He had always been around since the divorce with regular visits that he never missed. She just assumed he would always be near by and the sudden thought of him being a half world away didn't seem right.

She listened to him talk about the kids and their interests, surprised by his accuracy, thinking he didn't really care since he didn't spend a lot of time at home when they were married. She was the one who made sure the kids did their homework, got them to their sporting and school events. Her first reaction was to say no but in an instant she knew it wouldn't be fair to the kids or to him. "I think it would be a good idea for you and the kids to spend some time before you leave."

She thought about the book on Arabic and said, "you keep your book unless you think I'll have to speak Arabic or the kids will have to when you call to talk to them." She was pretty sure he would never call to talk to her. Why should he?

The valet pulled up in a red BMW and her eyes opened wide. She needed to find out just what happened to Roberts Construction. He was like a new man and seemed to be more confident than when they were struggling during their marriage. She watched him drive off wondering if she should have been more accomodating to him while they were married.

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Brandy and Jessica met with Congressman Jenkins and General Moore later that afternoon, enjoying a very successful meeting. Brandy could see there was a special bond between her and the Congressman. He convinced the General to hire their company to negotiate for the land which would house a new munitions depot. Brandy also didn't miss the pat on Jessia's ass from the Congressman as they were walking to their vehicles.

Giddy with their success, they both knew they would make a huge commission. Brandy thought of the country club and wondered what John would say if she were able to join. Would he be jealous? Giddy with excitement they went to a swanky restaurant on the river and celebrated with dinner and one to many drinks.

At one point, the alcohol got to Brandy and she confided in Jessica about some of the facts leading to her divorce. She was careful not to mention too much but she made a comment that made Jessica's eyes open wider when she said she thought John had a lot of the sexual tendencies the Congressman had. When Jessica pressed her for more information, Brandy told her that she was very hesitant in the bedroom and thought it might be part of what caused the separation. She also mentioned how she had let herself go physically and needed to get back to the gym but just didn't have the energy.

Jessica smiled and took Brandy's hand. "Listen I think I can help you. Come to the gym tomorrow while the kids are with their dad and we can start to get you back to your old self with maybe some new ways to think about playiing in the bedroom."

At home, Brandy told the kids about their dad leaving for a few months and he would be coming by the house tomorrow to talk to them. They balked and argued that they didn't want to see him and didn't care if he was leaving the country. Brandy had to remind the kids, as she had so many times that he was their father and they needed to treat him with respect. She vowed to herself that she would start to try to work with John while he was gone and maybe the kids would change their mind about hating him for leaving them.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Since he'd gotten his license at 16, John's vehicle had always been an old work truck. That is, until he got a new work truck. Whichever truck it was, it would usually have whatever was needed to handle an emergency - be it a plumbing emergency in the home or a pile-up on the highway. His current work truck had an engine comparable to those that powered army tanks in WW-2. Of course while they were married, Brandy had a nice car to drive, and that was always their "family car". Their final car before the divorce was a mini-van - something that was eminently practical for her to drive (in John's eyes). Something she was still driving - something that screamed "soccer mom" - or at least "mom's taxi".

John had no problem driving a pickup truck, that was exactly the "image" he wanted for himself. However, with this new contract and influx of money, he was finally convinced to have a second vehicle on hand for when a pickup was inappropriate. Like parking garages in the city - or valet parking at the country club. That's why, on the day of this meeting, he was in the "Beamer".

Brandy had been quick to say yes to his spending more time with the kids. It was obvious she didn't give a damn about the kids (or she wouldn't have divorced him in the first place) - so she probably wanted time alone, not having to do "mom" stuff. Not having to deal with the responsibilities she took on herself by getting rid of their father. Oh well, as long as he got time with the kids, that was the important part.

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The nights the kids were with him, however, it was generally pizza for dinner and watching a movie together, as John only half-watched with a binder of facts and figures in his lap and a pencil in his hand. "You guys put your phones away - you're gonna love this movie, I promise." Kids nowadays, right? How did he ever survive without sending or receiving at least 75 texts an hour throughout his teenage years??? "A lot of people think The Searchers was his best movie, but they're all wrong. Big Jake is the quintessential John Wayne movie."

"Josh, you wanna go to the park and throw a football around while Stacy is at her meeting?"

"No thanks, I've got this paper I need to work on for English class."

Maybe just as well - John needs to prepare for another meeting with his lawyers and accountants about the paperwork to make a portion of his American employees' income and that of all the contract workers non-taxable. "Don't worry John, it's only overwhelming the first time. Future overseas contracts won't be nearly as confusing."

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Well, it wasn't the quality time he imagined, but at least it was time with his children. In a couple more days he would be on a commercial jet to Rome, and after three days of meetings, from there a private business jet to Bukistan via Bahrain. He wasn't sure when he would return to the U.S. but he knew he would be gone at least six months, and possibly as long as a year.

Among his going away gifts to his children were gift cards for Barnes and Noble book stores. After all, he loved thumbing through books at the library and book stores, so he assumed his kids would too.

 

[Rocket1010]

The time with their father didn't seem to stem the kids anger. Oh they put up with him and each night they came home grumbling about having to watch some dumb movie while he worked. They said it was just like having him home except it was a different smaller house. And each time Brandy had to remind them he was leaving the country and they would regret it later when he wasn't around.

And while they were gone, Brandy went to the gym with Jessica, working out and feeling a lot better about herself. And who could resist Jessica's racy stories about the Congressman. They had met a couple more times since they saw John at the country club. The more Jessica talked about what happened at the hotel, the more curious Brandy got. You might say, her thinking about playing bedroom games was changing. But did she have it in her to play those games?

Finally the day came when John came to the house to day good-bye. The kids acted like they were going to miss him but Brandy could see, they seemed to be relishing being free of his existence. She hugged him good-bye and did he hold her a bit tighter and longer than he had since before the divorce? She swore she heard him whisper when the embrace ended that he was going to miss her. But she put it off the it was just her imagination. His actions over the past months had only been of tolerance and she knew it was because of the kids.

The kids did welcome the clothes he bought them along with some jewelry and watches. After the left, they both threw the Barnes and Noble gift cards on the table, smirking that they would never use them. They had their pbones and anything they wanted to read, they could simply find it on the internet. They did, however, promise to send him some audio tapes so he could hear their voices.

Brandy was, however, not one to throw things away. She went to the store and tried to go to the adult section but the old feelings came back. Using the online store, she found some books she thought would be intesting and ordered a number of books similiar to 50 shades of grey. The one book that really got her thinking was called Naughty Bedtime stories. She couldn't put it down as she read the six stories of raw and personal experiences about a wife's first FFM threesome, Husband and Wife sharing, Wife watching, BDSM, Cuckold, Swinger and Fetish clubs, Dogging which she found out was an English slang term for engaging in sexual acts in a public or semi-public place or watching others doing so.

Each story made her shiver with excitement and she ended each story by re-reading it and touching herself. Oh how she thought of John and his kinks as her fingers, pinched her hard nipples and then curled inside her, touching ..... rubbing .... her clit until she was gasping for air, wishing it was a man's tongue and fingers toying with her, making her dangle on a thread until her body began jerking wildly with pleasure. Each day she pleasured her own body, she thought of John, wondering if she could really pull this new found excitement off with him. But that would have to wait since he was overseas and not expected back for months.

Jessica sensed a change in Brandy as they worked out and talked in the coffee shop afterwards. She shared what books she was reading and was learning a lot more about her change in thinking about sex. She thought she might have a way to see if Brandy truly was ready to play. She wasn't married so there should be nothing holding her back.

A new deal was in the making and Jessica was trying to figure out a way to include Brandy in the deal. This deal involved a mega company bringing hundreds of new jobs to the area and there were a number of realtors barking at the Congressman and his aides for a chance at the project. She set up a business meeting with him at the Ritz and invited Brandy to hide in one of the closets that had slats in the doors. She could hide and watch what happens when her and the Congressman play.

Brandy was skeptical about the deal but Jessica said she needed to experience it and not just read about it in a book. She finally relented and on a sunny afternoon, she and Jessica arrived at the hotel suite that had two separate bedrooms and a living area with sofas and chairs. Jessica showed Brandy where she could hide when the time came and then left to meet Congressman Jenkins.

Left alone, Brandy walked to the small bar and found a bottle of bourbon. Pouring a glass, she hoped it would calm her fears of watching. Another fear kept into her brain. What would happen if she was caught spying on them? With her nerves a wreck, she heard the door open and Jessica smiled.

"He'll be here in a few minutes," she said hugging her friend. "Everything will be fine ..... (kissing her cheek) .... you'll see." And then she walked into the bedroom showing Brandy which closet to hide in.

Brandy watched Jessica strip, admiring her naked body and then holding her breath when she saw the leather outfit she wore to greet the Congressman.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Soon afterward, at the "appointed time", there was a knock on the door. Not so loud as to be obnoxious, but the man being made to wait outside certainly wanted to make sure it was heard. For Ryan Jenkins, long time Congressman representing the state's 3rd Congressional District, Chairman of one of the powerful Armed Services sub-committees, Miss Jessica's psychological games began even before he got to see her. Here was a man easily recognized and known to be married standing in the hallway of one of the city's nicer hotels waiting to be let into a room. If he was "discovered" by someone who recognized him, he would probably have to flee, and begin the damage control to quell any rumors that might pop up. It would mean a cooling of relations with Jessica, who had a lot to lose if she lost his devotion. Yet, Jessica was a gambler - she had a lot more to gain by making him wait. By keeping him off balance. By toying with him in this way.

The poor man would be an emotional mess even before he got to see Jessica in her sexy leather outfit.

By the time he was allowed to enter, Ryan had determined to start things off with a talk about how dangerous this meeting was for him and his career. Yes, she might be the dominant one behind closed doors, but only when they were both on the same side of that door. In the future, he was going to say, the games couldn't start until after he was in the room, after perhaps they both had a drink to settle in and discuss what he was wanting from her. He was a powerful man, a man who make or break not only any business in his state, but who had defense contractors kissing his ass for mere scraps from his table. Jessica, by comparison, was nothing. She didn't even buy and sell real estate - she merely helped other people buy and sell real estate. So did ten thousand other attractive women. If only one percent of them were willing to meet for sex, that was still a hundred women.

Still, he didn't knock again to try to hurry her up - he knew that would only make her wait longer to open the door. And he didn't leave, although he considered it. No, he had already gone to the trouble to show up - what's a few more seconds?

In one of the books Brandy purchased, there is a quote from some man-hating feminist that states when you reduce a man to his most basic form, what you're left with is a creature driven by its need to orgasm. This wasn't true of all men, though. If all Congressman Jenkins needed was to orgasm, he could take care of that with a squirt of lotion on his palm and a tissue to catch what came out. No, men like him had an even more basic - yet complicated - need.

He needed someone like Jessica, even though he didn't understand why. All Jessica needed to know was what he needed, not why. But then again, women like Jessica were more likely than the men they spank to understand why they need spanking.

Ryan Jenkins was one very very powerful man, who literally held the power of life and death over a great many people. Yes, he needed to establish come clear boundaries with this mere realtor who thought she could do whatever she wanted. Yet, as soon as this nervous bundle of male hormones was "permitted" to enter her room and set eyes on the goddess, all thoughts of resistance to her will vanished.

All he could do was stare helplessly and whisper "oh god" and wait - like the good boy he was - to be told what to do.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jessica, giggled and looked at Brandy when they heard the knock on the door. Brandy turned to retreat to the closet but Jessica grabbed her arm, holding her in place. She whispered, "one of the things you need to learn is to make them wait until you're ready."

Brandy wanted to ask questions but thought it better to keep her mouth shut and keep her eyes and ears open. She saw Jessica's smug smile and could tell she loved being in control of powerful men. "How long do you make him wait?" she whispered.

"Ohh it varies. Once he gets inside he'll be like a little puppy dog," she chuckled. Jessica glanced at Brandy's skirt and tight blouse. "I suggest you take off your panties and unbutton your blouse and loosen your bra."

Brandy’s mouth hung open. "Why .... what do you mean?" she asked with a questioning gaze.

"Because when you’re in that closet you may want to touch yourself and I don’t want you to make a sound. Today we don't want him to know you're in the room because it will spook him and ruin everything. Maybe in the future when or if you become more comfortable, I might ..... just might let you join me in the fun."

Brandy was hesitant but she quickly followed Jessica's instructions, removing her lacy panties, unbuttoning her blouse, and unhooking her bra. Jessica smiled at the large cleavage and then told her to hide and not make a sound..

Entering the closet, she looked through the slats at Jessica, not believing what she was doing. She was scared and frightened that she might be caught as she held her breath seeing Jessica standing in her leather outfit holding a riding crop. She saw the door open, seeing the Congressman walking towards Jessica and then stopping. She wanted to run away but it was too late and she felt her hands sweating and shaking waiting for whatever Jessica had planned for what she and the Congressman were going to do.

Jessica knew exactly where she stood with the Congressman. He would throw her under the bus like a rag doll if anything ever went sideways. She knew he thought of her as a nobody, someone who could be used for his enjoyment and then cast aside when she was no longer desired. But she knew she held his reputation in her hand and could make life really rough for him if his kinky sex life was exposed on social media. To her she provided a safe haven for him and in return she got deals that made her a lot of money. And now she had a witness, Brandy Robert hiding in a closet who was observing their little sexual activity.

Brandy heard Congressman Ryan Jenkins utter, “ohh god.” She noticed him standing in front of Jessica as if waiting for instructions. And she didn’t have to wait long.

Jessica sat in a chair tapping the riding crop on the palm of her hand. “Take all your clothes off pet and crawl to your mistress. And when you come to me I want you to kiss my shoes and then kiss your way to my hot pussy. You may then request to unzip me and if you’re a good boy I’ll let you lick my cunt and if you make me happy I might let you stick that small cock into my hot pussy.”

Brandy breathlessly watched the Congressman feeling her pussy getting moist and wondering if he would follow Jessica’s demands.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Ryan knew that playing with Jessica was like playing with fire. What he should do is simply find a prostitute who knew how to keep her mouth shut. That he should never never never do something like this with a constituent that he was also doing "legitimate" business with. Never mix the two. The occasional fuck was fine, even keeping her as a mistress (the other kind of mistress) could be excused - but this kind of play was unacceptable under the circumstances.

The problem was that every prostitute he had ever tried it with seemed more like a third-rate actress simply reading from a script she didn't understand. He never met anyone who understood - until Jessica. This was only their second time together - and the first one didn't even start as a Femdom session - it started as a slip into a hotel room for an afternoon of sex session - during which she quickly recognized his kinks. A delicate balance would need to be maintained, but he was a long-time professional politician. He wasn't as worried as he should have been.

"Please please please please let me unzip you, goddess ..." The poor man was naked, on his knees, shivering uncontrollably from cold and lust. The man who, on a whim, could decide the country needed one more ballistic missile submarine and one fewer aircraft carrier was begging Jessica for the privilege of licking her pussy, after which he may or may not be allowed to orgasm. On his own initiative, as he was kissing Jessica's shoes, he used his tongue to clean a bit of something off the side. He wasn't sure what it was, but it just felt right for him to do that for a woman who commanded such respect from a mere small-dick male member of Congress.

--

Meanwhile, Brandy's ex-husband was taking two Advil and washing it down with a cold beer. Beer, for now, was being rationed at the job site in Bukistan. Not only did John not want a bunch of drunken construction types raising hell in their search for female companionship (which he went to great lengths to warn everyone about before they came over) - but alcohol was officially forbidden by the devoutly religious Islamic government. In other words, not all the right officials had received their bribe money. Once that happened, the beer would be permitted - but only in strictly defined areas - workers' housing and recreation areas.

John had been reassured over and over that once the plan had been finalized, things would go more smoothly. He wasn't supposed to supervise thousands of workers, he was supposed to oversee half a dozen subcontractors, each of whom would oversee several supervisors of other companies who had been contracted for various phases of construction. He reminded himself that when all was said and done - after every salary and bonus had been paid, after every Bukistani official had been bribed or given his kickback, after key politicians had received contributions to their election campaigns, after every fishing trip and hunting expedition and tickets to the Super Bowl had been paid for, Roberts Construction would have an extra million in the bank (which his accountants would have to hide from the tax man) and John himself would have another million in his personal accounts (which his accountants would have to hide from the tax man).

 

[Rocket1010]

Jessica watched as the Congressman undressed revealing his average size cock. She knew that once he got really excited, his cock seemed to double in size. She wondered what Brandy thought seeing him naked, standing in front of Jessica and then falling to his knees. She loved the way he crawled to him, desire and lust in his eyes which never left her leather outfit. Jessica was pretty sure he was so enamoured with her that he wouldn't be aware of another woman watching the proceedings.

He whined before he even got started maybe thinking she would skip "Please please please please let me unzip you, goddess ..." She loved his groveling, giving him a smirky smile, letting him know she was not going to relent until she was satisfied with his prgress. A simple tap of the riding crop on his cheek was all that was needed to tell him "no". He had to work for the privilege of unzipping her leather outfit to get to her pussy which she knew he adored. Besides the harder he worked for the privilege, the more excited he got.

She watched him lavish his lips over her shoes, then using his tongue as if to clean them. "you're doing a passable job pet," she said slidiing the riding crop over his back and then slapping his ass a few times. She never called him by his real name because that would end the fantasy. "Such a good little slave," she smirked putting the riding crop under his chin. "You may finish up on the other shoe and continue."

She didn't have to tell him his next task was to kiss his way up her legs to her pussy. For now it was covered by leather but they both knew that soon his tongue and lips would be enjoying the taste. But there was more work for him to do to have the honor of gazing at her shaven lips. She pulled the zipper near her neck down to her abdomen, opening the outfet and letting him get a good view of her breasts.

"If you're a good boy I might let you enjoy sucking on my tits," she said with a half-moan. Her nipples were sensitive and she loved it when he licked, sucked, and nibbled on them. Jessica thought she heard a noise but ignored it. She wondered how Brandy was doing in the closet.

Brandy still couldn't believe she was watching Jessica and the Congressman. During her marriage, she abhorred watching porn, telling John it was repugnant, refusing to even discuss anything related to sex. But here she was, in a hotel closet watching a man, a powerful man, whining and kissing a woman's shoe and being treated like a second class citizen. His cock was growing thicker and longer and Brandy gasped at the thought of what it would feel like to be inside her.

Seeing him lick at Jessica's shoes she was surprised to find it stimulating. Her hands were still sweaty but now she caressed one breast while the other hand reached down to pull up her skirt. She couldn't resist touching herself, feeling a lot of moisture on her fingertips. Her legs shook a little as she touched her clit, and let out a soft moan. She had to stay quiet as she closed her eyes, feeling her body responding to her fingertips slowly rolling around her clit. She had to admit that even though this went against her beliefs, which were slowly changing, what she was watching was truly very suggestive and exciting.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

A small table was beside Jessica's chair, so within easy reach was a remote control which would turn on music appropriate for the mood she desired. Of course a secondary advantage to having the music was to mask whatever sounds might be coming from the closet. Not that it was necessary - the congressman's pathetic little whimpers and desperate breaths were plenty sufficient. No woman had ever made him feel this way - and absurd though it may be, he was actually having difficulty not blurting out something as inappropriate as "I love you" to Mistress Jessica.

Fortunately, Mistress Jessica was providing plenty of work for his tongue and lips, which helped prevent him from saying anything that could kill the mood.

But would it? Would it be so bad for Jessica (and her business) to have her "powerful" congressman in love with her? Or thinking he was in love with her? Thinking he couldn't live without her favoring him with an undue level of attention. No one understood him like Jessica. For Jessica -- he would divorce his wife, and damned the political consequences!

Jessica, however, might have other ideas. She wouldn't want him to do anything to risk losing voters, to risk losing the next election. The next one might not be so easy to ensnare.

"Thank you Mistress. Oh god, Mistress, I need this.. need you.. so badly. Please, pleeeeeeeese let me worship your breasts. I'll be a good boy. I'll be your good boy. Oh please, I beg of you...."

Later that day he would call the Party Whip and tell him he was okay with HB-101 being put up for a vote, that he would give it his full support if everyone on the committee agreed to support the rider he attached to the bill on flood control on the Colorado River. Millions of peoples' livelihoods were at stake, and fortunes would be made and lost depending on how he and his friends voted. But for now, Mistress Jessica's pussy was the center of his whole universe - a universe that only extended from the top of her head to the soles of her shoes.

He could only mumble excitedly "please please please" as his body shook violently from intense need to submit to someone who deserved to be submitted to. And if this beautiful goddess allowed him to kiss and suck on her lovely breasts, the "please please please" would turn to "thank you, thank you, thank you" - and afterward ... who knows. Flowers? No doubt. Jewelry? Probably. A new car? Don't rule it out. A little illegal shuffling of paperwork on a big land deal? It was a done deal the moment she first saw that little gasp when she made some offhand comment about all of Congress in need of spanking for wasting taxpayer money.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jessica smiled at the Congressman as he worked his way up her calves and then her thighs, ending at the intersection of them. Her pussy was wet and in need of his tongue and lips but there was more work for him before she would allow him his pleasure. The ting of desperation in his voice thrilled her, hearing his breathing coming in short gasps. "Thank you Mistress. Oh god, Mistress, I need this.. need you.. so badly. Please, pleeeeeeeese let me worship your breasts. I'll be a good boy. I'll be your good boy. Oh please, I beg of you...."

She had him dangling on a string and knew he was a fragile man who needed some satisfaction between spurts of domination. Her pussy was aching and in need of attention as she grabbed his head with her hands and held his face against her crotch. "Smell that slave? ..... smell that sweet fragrance ..... I bet you want to shove your face in my cunt and lick all my honey .... but first I'm going to grant you your request since you've been a good boy."

Pushing his head away from her covered pussy, she took the riding crop and slapped his ass a few times, each time hitting a bit harder. "You love spankings you bad boy," she said hitting his naked buttocks a few more times. She saw the painful look on his face but he didn't complain. "Now you get your treat slave ..... unzip me and look at my wet pussy but don't touch and you can suck your mistress' breasts as a reward."

Brandy was stimulated, finding what Jessica was doing excited her. How long had she denied herself these types of pleasures when John requested, no begged her to spank him. She had half-heartedly spanked him but now, with Jessica, she was finding herself getting turned on.

Her fingers tweaked her nipples, twisting and pulling, making sure she kept quiet. And the feel of her wet pussy on her fingers was slowly stirring the pot of sexual excitement as her hips began to move. Looking at the congressman unzip Jessica's leather outfit did something she didn't expect. She was getting excited seeing Jessica's nakedness as her lover began to kiss his way up to her breasts.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The look on that poor man's face - it wasn't even human. He wasn't a rational creature capable of rational thought. He just stared, his poor addlepated brain filled with hormones swirling around and rendering it incapable of making his body do anything but kneel and stare. His eyes - they were full of longing and at the same time devoid of life. Or perhaps, devoid of sentient life. A dumb animal staring at the Sun, unable to recognize the danger of being blinded by it.

But Jessica didn't allow him to stare long enough for permanent damage to occur. A moment later she was spanking him with her riding crop. Good boy. Bad boy. None of that made any sense to him any more. He was her boy, and nothing else. With each swat of the crop his very average penis danced wildly, and if it actually rubbed against anything the congressman would probably orgasm and collapse to the floor gasping for air. But there was nothing to rub against. Only air - and no relief.

If Brandy thought any of this was an act - the congressman just playing a role he enjoyed, she would know the truth as soon as he began to unzip Jessica's outfit. He was like an accident victim having to learn to use his arms all over again. Barely able to lift his hands, fumbling with her zipper. It couldn't be an act- he was too anxious to see what she was allowing him to see. Too anxious to touch what she was going to allow him to touch. The only reason he was taking so long was because she really had rendered him incapable of moving any faster.

But finally - finally - he was staring into the Sun again. By the time Jessica allowed him to kiss his way up to her breasts, he had gained some element of control back over his own body. His body, but not his mind. If ever she wanted him for keeps, he would be hers. But why would she want that? A former congressman with no influence? If she wanted someone to do her yard work she could find someone younger and more muscular. At best, Ryan Jenkins could perform one last service for her by amusing her while he tried his hardest, only to collapse from exhaustion, or sun stroke, or a heart attack.

Not that Jessica was that much of a bitch - but it was nice to know she had the power if she wanted to use it.

A few short seconds after being granted permission to kiss her breasts, he was literally crying tears of joy.

 

[Rocket1010]

Jessica waited patiently for Congressman Ryan Jenkins to unzip her leather outfit. She smiled seeing his hands shaking and his fingers trembling as they fumbled with the zipper tab. She had him right where she wanted him. He was enchanted by what he was about to see and possibly touch with her permission. He had a command to unzip the zipper and reveal her shaven pussy lips to view but not touch. She knew he knew it was the grand prize of this game and he would do whatever she wanted to win the prize.

She smirked as he fumbled and pulled the zipper down past her pussy lips revealing the soft puffy skin. She smiled hearing his audible gasp of pleasure, seeing his prize so close. He accidentally touched her wet pussy lips but she didn't say a word. The look on his face was priceless when he saw the glistening lips staring back at him knowing he violated her command not to touch her. His eyes said it all, filled with fear that he violated her order.

But rather than scold him, she ran the tip of the riding crop down his chest until it was hovering just near his erection. With a slight twitch of her wrist, the tip barely slapped against the stiff member and it brought her pleasure to hear his painful groan. She didn't want him to ejacuate yet. No she wanted to save itso Brandy could see him orgasm.

She clutched his head, pulling it toward her stomach. “I have a treat for you pet,” she moaned feeling his lips begin their trek to her generous breasts. “Enjoy yourself pet,” she whispered when his lips found a rigid nipple. “Mmmm that feels so good.” Jessica knew he loved kissing and fondling her breasts and she enjoyed it immensely too. The feel of his lips sucking on a hard nipple and then his teeth nipping at it caused shivers to run rampant throughout her body.

After satisfying himself with one breast, she moaned her approval as his lips left a wet trail into her deep cleavage and up to the other needy breast. "That's the way pet ..... ohhh you know how to make mistress happy." His lips clamped on the other nipple, repeating what he did to the other mound of flesh. After a few more trips back and forth, Jessica needed his mouth somewhere else ..... somewhere special.

Holding his head in her hands, she looked into his eyes. "Mistress is happy with you and now you get your prize." She always loved the look on his face when he knew he was going to feast at her pussy. As he began kissing back down her torso, she shed the top of the leather outfit. And when he arrived at his destination, she moaned, "Take Mistress' outfit off." It was a simple command but one that brought a look of glee to his face. He quickly pulled the tight leather material from her legs and when he did, she put her legs on each arm of the chair, exposing her naked pussy to him.

"Enjoy pet," was all she needed to say to see his head quickly dive between her open thighs, his tongue making contact with his target. "Ohhhh fuck," Jessica moaned feeling his tongue slice into her pussy .... searching and finding her aroused clit. She thought about Brandy, wondering how she liked the show.

Brandy was beside herself with varying emotions fighting for control. One emotion kept telling her what she was doing was wrong. Banother overpowering emotion told her it was alright to be hiding in a closet learning what about pleasing a man. She thought of John, wondering if this was what he really wanted. And if it was, it wasn't so bad. Actually it looked exciting being in control and she admonished herself for a moment for not recognizing it when she was married. But it took Jessica to show her and hopefully teach her how to be more dominant.

She wished she was the one in the chair and when the congressman began licking and sucking Jessica's pussy, her fingers pushed deep into her cunt and she had to bite her other hand so as to not emit a sound. She was really getting turned on watching Jessica being serviced by a powerful congressman. Could she ever be in Jessica's shoes? She hoped that she would as her pussy contracted around her fingers as her own orgasm began to build.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

“Enjoy, pet.”





Her simple command provided a release, a floodgate opening. The powerful congressman responded with a desperate eagerness as he reached for his goddess, as if he feared she might vanish – or withdraw her consent – if he wasn’t quick enough.

He wanted to scream “I love you” but that was against the unwritten rules of the relationship. Besides, was it really love? Or was it simply a primal need for physical contact? Perhaps it was man's eternal intrinsic need to worship a Supreme Being. Either way, it was an honor to be in her presence. If being with Mistress meant opening himself up to blackmail, to public shame, to prosecution, all that was a small price to pay for a man so in need to worship at her divine temple. He was a vessel, and his only purpose was to fulfill Her desires.

Helpless though he may have been, his movement were guided by an innate understanding of what She wanted – what pleased her. His fingers found their mark. Delicate at first, but quickly growing bolder as he felt Her response. He sensed a tremor run through Her body – quite a feat given the magnitude with which his own heart pounded in his chest.

Pet’s focus on Mistress’ pleasure was absolute and unwavering. Time ceased to exist. The world beyond the chair on which Mistress sat ceased to exist. His own identity was a distant memory, and irrelevant distraction. The intensity of his devotion was a burning need to give, to serve, to lose himself entirely in the Goddess.

Each time Mistress reached her peak – her body arching – moans or cries or words of encouragement escaping her throat – were the rewards for his service that filled pet with an immense feeling of pride – and the will to press on. One more orgasm – for Goddess. Each time Mistress came, it was the Goddess blessing him with the knowledge that his presence in the world had meaning. A purpose.

As badly as he himself needed to orgasm, he repeated the process again and again – driven by her responses. The pressure building within him – his own body screaming for attention – for release – had to be suppressed. Focus on Mistress.

Focus on Her pleasure.

The thought of touching himself – of taking away the focus from Goddess – was a mortal sin.

--

Next day, he would be back in Washington. A hundred million here. Ten billion there. Five thousand families uprooted on a whim as he exerted his influence, trading favors and making veiled threats. Ryan Jenkins was a contender for Speaker of the House. He might even be the nation’s next Vice President. Was that enough to impress a Goddess?

No, not enough to impress – but perhaps enough to make himself useful.

 

[Rocket1010]

Uttering those two magic words, "enjoy pet" had just the effect Jessica wanted. It was two simple words but they held a lot power when a mistress deals with her submissive. She saw his eyes trained on her shaven pussy lips and then using his tongue and fingers he started to bring her pleasure.

She moaned as his tongue flicked over her sensitive clit and felt one finger delicately exploring her slit from her clit to her anal opening. Then after his initial exploration, he added another finger and the twin digits delved into her hot honeypot. The strong vaginal muscles guarding the entrance contracted around them as though they were the man's cock.
A tremor rocked her body and her hips pushed forward, welcoming his fingers as they slid deeper into the hot cauldron of lust. She felt his mouth attack her clit and as he finger fucked her, she felt the oncoming orgasm gaining speed. She felt her body riding the wave of tiny orgasms as her body arched and she encouraged the congressman onward.

"Mmmm ..... oohhhh fuck pet ..... that's it pet ..... suck harder .... fuck me harder with those long fingers. Small orgasms hit her and she encouraged him to take her higher. "Fuck me harder pet ..... really fuck me ..... so .... so I can cum all over your face ..... you're doing so good pet ......." Her voice trailed off as her body began to tremble and then her body froze, her breathing stopped and then her orgasm overtook her with a vengance. Her hands grabbed his head, holding his face prisoner against her pussy as her hips undulated out of control.

When the orgasm began to ebb, she released his head, seeing his face smeared with her honey. "Mmm pet .... you're the best." She said that his ego but also as a lesson for Brandy to learn to tell her lover, no matter if it was good or bad, that it was good.

Jessica pushed the congressman back and saw the look of a person that felt they did something wrong. But she smiled and stood. "Follow me to the bed pet," she commanded, picking up the riding crop. Not waiting for him she turned and walked to the bed, while the congressman crawled behind her. Sneaking a glance at the closet, she was sure Brandy was all eyes on what they did but she wanted to make sure her friend had a good view of what she was about to do.

"Get up on the bed," she ordered and then smacked his ass hard when the took longer than expected. She smiled at his hard cock standing straight up. "Mistress has decided to give you a treat," she smirked climbing onto the bed. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and there was a loud groan from him that filled the room.

"The last time pet you didn't last very long so we're going to work on that today." She hoped Brandy was listening as she lowered her mouth and began sucking the tip of his cock.

She felt his body jerk and he called out, "Mistress I'm going to cum."

"No you're not," Jessica demanded. "If you cum, I'm going to whip you hard. "The times before always ended with him ejaculating early but she was not going to let him do it today and besides this could be a good lesson for Brandy.

Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, she squeezed hard, holding it until she was sure the urge pass. Then, still holding her tight grip on his cock, she began to suck the sensitive head and take more into her mouth. Up and down her mouth moved getting his cock nice and wet with her saliva and his precum.

When she thought he was ready, she kneeled over his cock and smirked. "Time for pet to get to feel mistress' pussy for the first time."
*********
Brandy was taking all this in and wishing she has not been such a chicken with John. What Jessica was showing her was the power she held over a man who one day could be running the country. When Jessica had a powerful orgasm, she shoved her damp panties into the mouth to muffle the sound. And now watching getting ready to ride the congressman, she found herself getting horny all over again.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brandy watched with delight from the closet as Jessica rode the Congressman's thick cock. The scene was so erotic and again she pushed her fingers into her wet pussy feeling how excited her clit was becoming. "Ohhh fuck yesss," she moaned feeling another orgasm coming on and hearing the grunts and moans coming from the room. It was all too much and then she couldn't control herself as a massive orgasm overwhelmed her

 

[Rocket1011]

Jessica heard Brandy moaning and smirked at the Congressman. "I have another treat for you today. Brandy please join us."

Brandy was nervous at the command from Jessica. But she did want to see up close what was happening in the hotel room. Nervously opening the closet door, she saw the eyes of the Congressman widen as he watched her approach the bed.

"Please climb on his face and let him lick your juicy cum from your cunt." When Brandy hesitated, Jessica laughed. "He won't bite honey." Then turning her attention to the Congressman she chuckled, "you won't hurt her will you pet?"

As Brandy scampered onto the bed and straddled his face, she heard him call out, "No mistress .... I won't hurt her."

Brandy lowered her hips over his mouth and then let out a loud moan when his tongue began to lick at her again aroused clit.