Chapter 13 - Congressman Mike
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"We've got competition," said Ron Worthington as he hurriedly entered
Congressman Mike Harrington's office in the Rayburn Building. The Congressman
was relaxing and didn't appreciate the interruption. He had just got out of a
meeting of the House Energy and Commerce Committee that he chaired.
God that committee meeting was boring shit and now Ron's got a hair up his ass
thought Representative Michael Westford Harrington as Ron barged into his
office. If I ever have to listen to another three hours of testimony from that
stupid Sierra Club asshole, I may give up my committee chairmanship. Nothing
less exciting than listening to a dickhead reciting a bunch of bullshit figures
about the need for renewable energy. Stupid bastard. Didn't he know that oil was
renewable? All you had to do was pump more out of the ground.
"What the fuck you talking about?" Mike irritably asked his Chief of Staff.
Ron had been with Mike since they first arrived in Washington twenty-two years
ago. Lately, Mike had been thinking of replacing Ron with someone younger, maybe
someone who looked good in a short skirt and had a nice set of tits.
"Last Friday, a Candace Williams of Lynnfield delivered the required 10,000
signatures to qualify for the primary ballot. Billy Calder said her paperwork
was perfect. There was nothing that he could disqualify her for. Billy seemed
very impressed with Mrs. Williams."
"I hope he wasn't too impressed to forget who got his worthless ass his
do-nothing $120,000 job with the Election Commission. Maybe some of the
signatures are dead, fake, or aren't registered voters. That's how we always got
our names."
"Actually, she delivered 15,000 signatures in case there were any problems.
Bill said they did their usual spot check and it was one hundred percent
correct. Unless, Billy finds something wrong and he doesn't think he will, she's
on the ballot."
"Collecting 15,000 signatures isn't that easy and cost money. She must have
someone behind her. Maybe it's the Republicans trying to pull a fast one."
"I made some calls. I talked to Horace Trimble and Toby Reese in Wakefield.
Toby admitted to signing her petition. He said for me to tell you he was sorry
about that. Toby was in Martha Lou's Coffee Shop sitting in his usual booth
eating breakfast like he does every morning. By the way, he said Mary Lou hired
a high school girl to waitress during the breakfast rush and she has the finest
little ass you ever did see."
"Get on with it," said Mike in exasperation. Mike was pissed that he might
actually have to spend time back in his district campaigning.
"Right, well these two biker types came into Martha Lou's sat down in his
booth and asked him to sign."
"And the fucking fool did? Why didn't he tell them to kiss his ass?"
"Toby said that while they were polite as could be; he got the impression that
if he didn't sign, they were going to take him out in the alley and beat the
shit out of him. Toby said he hoped you'd understand."
"Yea, you tell that little weasel that the next time he needs a favor that he
can kiss my butt on Wakefield Common after he has two days to draw a crowd. But
if this Candace Williams is working with bikers, she's got to be dirty."
"Yea, something doesn't add up. Here's what we know from her public relations
kit. Candace Williams is twenty seven, married and the mother of a five year old
daughter, Briana."
"Briana, what kind of fucking name is that?"
"It's a popular one these days. Her husband, Daniel S. Williams is a senior
corporate accountant at Raytheon. They're devout Catholics. Both attend St.
Marks in Lynnfield. They go to Mass every Sunday and Candace has been active in
the life of the church according to Father Elliot, he's the pastor of St. Marks.
I gave him a call."
"Father Elliot know any dirt on her," asked Mike?
"Mike, he's her priest."
"I know that. He may have heard something at confession."
"Mike, there are rules against divulging what discussed in the confessional."
"Old Father Brannon would have told us. He loved to talk about what the ladies
told him. It was a helluva way to find out whose wife was spreading her pussy
around. He used to have a hooker named Jolene who would come in every week and
list the names of all the Johns she'd screwed since her last confession."
"Father Brannon was an alcoholic and he only ran his mouth when he was drunk
which was most of the time. Father Elliot is young and straight as an arrow.
Here's what Father Elliot says about Candace Williams and I quote: She is
dedicated and devout. She works hard on church projects. She is giving of her
time. She's a wonderful mother. She's a beautiful person inside and out. All in
all, a credit to the Roman Catholic Church."
"Sounds to me like he's fucking her. What does she look like?"
"She's hot but I don't think she fucking her priest. He says good things about
her husband, too. I had this overnighted. It's part of her publicity package."
Ron handed a packet of photographs across the desk to the Congressman.
"Lordy, Lordy, That is one good looking piece of ass, she's too pretty to have
any brains, probably fucked her way through life, spreads her leg to get what
she wants."
"She graduated Magna Cum Laude from Georgetown. She has a law degree but never
practiced. Passed the bar on her first try, highest score by the way. I checked
at Georgetown, almost a four-point average. And I almost forgot, Father Elliot
says she speaks several foreign languages fluently."
"Shit, what's wrong with English? That's the trouble these days. Country's
full of fucking foreigners," said Mike.
"That gives her an edge with some of the ethnic voters in the district," said
Ron.
"All right, so she's wholesome, pretty, and smart. She can talk to the Latinos
in their own lingo. That don't mean anybody's going to vote for her to be their
congressman. Voters in the 12th don't want a cunt representing them."
"I'm not saying we should push the panic button. I am suggesting that we pay
some attention to the district, make some extra trips back home and stay on top
of this Candace Williams."
"I'd sure like to get on top of her and let her suck some Congressional dick."
Mike rubbed his cock while looking at Candace's picture. He felt just a small
tinge of soreness that caused him to smile when he recalled why it was sore. "I
bet there's some great looking tits under that blouse."
"I want to put McNally on it. He can nose around and see if he can find
anything we can use. It's kind of odd. It's like she came from nowhere," said
Ron ignoring Mike's last comment.
"Shit, Ron, you're overreacting as usual. We've seen this before, happened
about eight years ago. Some housewife gets bored with staying at home all day.
She decides she can win an election. Then reality sets in and they run off with
their tail between their legs. McNally isn't cheap. Are you sure that's
necessary?"
"Better safe than sorry, there's something about this that bothers me,"
"Okay, have it your way, waste some money. If we're done here, send that new
intern in, the one that just arrived. I promised her a personal orientation to
the life of a Congressman."
"I sent Cindy over to the Capital with Jeff. He was going to show her around,
get her oriented."
"Yea, I know how Jeff like to orient a new intern. I bet right now, she's
learning what it takes to make his dick hard."
"She's a hottie as they say and all you have to do is ask. Old Jeff did seem
anxious to get her alone. They should be back soon. I'll send her in as soon as
they return," said Ron as he reached across Mike's desk for Candace William's
publicity packet.
"Leave it. I want to study my opposition in the next election. Mention to
McNally that we're interested in some candid shots of Williams, maybe a crotch
shot of her climbing out of her car would be nice. We could spread those
around."
"I'll tell McNally," said Ron as he turned to leave.
"Fucking Ron is losing it, getting to be as nervous as a whore in church. I
need someone who's more in tune with today's trends, someone who doesn't shit
his pants when some cunt decides to run for office. Someone who looks like her
would be just right. Of course, I'd insist she wore a shorter skirt." Mike was
thinking out loud as he looked at the photo of Candace Williams looking quietly
elegant in a navy pin stripe suit.
Mike ran his hand over his cock as he thought how it would feel for the
smiling Mrs. Williams to be sucking him off.
"Yep, taking the old Harrington special right down to the balls and drawing
out the elixir I keep for those special occasions. Funny, I don't usually get
this worked up for someone as old as you, honey, but I'll make an exception in
your case. If you really want to come to DC and learn what it takes to be a
Congressman, I might be the man to show you," laughed Mike staring hard at the
picture of Candace.
"I got to make some changes, get my office staff updated. Ron needs to go,
Jeff too, He knows I'm supposed to break in the new interns but what does he do?
Takes her over to the House where he probably got her in one of those closets
with her skirt up around her waist and his cock working her tight hole. That's
my job around here. At least to be the first," thought Mike.
Mike's mind returned to last weekend. Sam Reynolds of Reynolds Energy had
picked him up Friday afternoon at Regan National in his corporate jet. No wonder
his dick was sore. How many women had he and Sam fucked? First there was Myrna,
Sam's administrative assistant. They did her on the plane. I wonder where Sam
gets them. He said she was only twenty-four, a Harvard MBA. I suppose she was
the ambitious type, ready to do whatever it takes to move up the corporate
ladder.
She was a hot one, serving drinks buck-naked with that shaved pussy, even
letting the crew see her that way. Myrna had started by sucking him off while he
and Sam watched porno on the bulkhead screen.
I wonder if they teach cock sucking as part of Harvard's MBA program. Myrna
hadn't held back anything. Mike squirmed in his office chair as he recalled the
feeling of Myrna's tongue opening up his butthole. Bitch swallowed my load like
it was Mother's Milk. You spend $200,000 on a girl's education and all you get
is a smarter whore.
God those energy company CEO's knew how to enjoy life. Between National and
Miami International, it had taken almost four hours in Reynolds' Gulf Stream.
Myra had first sucked him off and fucked him twice, no three times. He had
definitely dropped four loads of jism in the little Miss MBA. He and Sam had
done a three way with her.
"Put it in her ass, she loves it in her shitter, Mike" Sam had urged and Mike
had done just that. Myrna had certainly turned out to be a crowd pleaser. Mike
thought about the scene on Sam's plane. The three of them on the big bed with
the screen showing the raunchiest porn Mike had seen in a while, women fucking
dogs and sucking horse cock.
Right before they landed, Myrna had been doing something she called a "reverse
double penetration cowgirl". Mike was lying on his back. Myrna was on top. She
straddled him facing his feet with Mike's cock deep in her shit hole. Skinny
little Sam was between Mike's legs with his cock buried in Myrna's snatch. Every
time Sam stroked, Mike could feel it in his dick.
That's what I need a staff that understands all about reverse double
penetration cowgirl thought Mike. Ron knows blowjobs and fucking missionary
style and that's the limits of his knowledge. I bet he's already pronged the new
intern with his usual suave bend over my desk for a quickie technique. Horace
said this Cindy was hot as a Mexican firecracker. He said she was up for
anything including ass fucking. Now that's my idea of a congressional intern.
Mike's thought returned to the weekend causing his cock to stir. Things had
gotten even more interesting after they left Myrna and the plane at the airport
and took a limousine to Sam's yacht, The Kilowatt Hour. After they boarded, Mike
had fallen asleep in his cabin. All the booze and screwing caused him to sleep
like a baby. The yacht had crossed the Florida Strait over night. Next morning,
Sam woke to find the yacht anchored in the cove of some small-uninhabited
Caribbean island near Cuba. Mike and Sam were still eating breakfast when
Darlene and the six girls arrived on a cabin cruiser. Sam had said he had
something special planned and he wasn't exaggerating.
"Girls" was highly accurate in this case. The oldest, Patrice, could have been
more than fourteen and the youngest Debbie was maybe ten. Sam took three girls
and he took three for Saturday and then they swapped on Sunday. The girls called
Darlene "Momma" although none of the six were actually related to her as far as
Mike knew.
The first day he had Patrice, Linda, and Debbie as his little daughters.
Darlene had told the girls to entertain their "Daddy" and they certainly minded
her. It was all part of the incest role-play that Darlene specialized in. Mike
remembered how it felt to be seated on deck sunning himself in a chaise stark
naked with three little girls in his lap. The hot Caribbean sun was overhead. It
started with the little girls asking him to help them take off their tiny little
bikinis. It was hard to imagine anything better than that.
They sat with their little naked bottoms in his lap calling him daddy and
playing with his cock. None of them had any tits to speak of. Patrice, the
oldest, had little puffy boobs but Linda and Debbie hadn't yet sprouted. No
pussy hair either just totally hairless little cunts that tasted like some sort
of raspberry douche they used.
At first it had been playful. The three had brought coloring books and they
got out crayons and opened to the first page. It was the first hardcore coloring
book, Mike had ever seen.
"Daddy, will you help me color?" asked Debbie in her little girl's voice. Mike
had done a double take when he looked at the picture of a big man sticking his
cock in the pussy of a very young girl.
"Where did you get this?"
"Momma Darlene got it for me. Are you going to put your penis in me like he's
doing?"
"You better believe it sweetheart," responded Mike feeling his cock harden at
the prospect.
"Will this fit in my tiny hole?" asked Debbie holding on to Mike's cock as she
showed him her opening.
"We're going to make it fit."
"Can I kiss it first?" asked Debbie.
"Yes, you can and Daddy wants to kiss your little pussy too."
So it had gone all afternoon. Mike had screwed the three little girls as often
as they could get him hard. And that had been more often than it had been in a
long while. Not that Mike didn't consider himself a stud but he was fifty-eight
years old and carrying a few extra pounds. By mid afternoon, he and the three
girls curled up in his cabin for a nap.
That night for dinner, Darlene had dressed the girls up to look even younger.
Debbie reminded Mike of the early Shirley Temple movies that he watched on AMC
and that gave him such a roaring hard-on. Mike recalled how he could start
masturbating when Shirley started singing 'The Good Ship Lollipop" and blow his
load by the time Shirley finished. Linda closely resembled Darla, Spankys'
girlfriend on the Little Rascals, another one that gave Mike an instant hard on.
Darlene organized a game while they ate dinner. Between courses the girls
would get under the table and suck Sam and Mike's cocks. They had to guess which
girl was sucking him. The girls thought it was great fun and giggled when Sam
and Mike guessed wrong.
After dinner, Darlene dressed the three older girls up in leather dominatrix
costumes. The younger girls were ordered to strip and then handcuffed to the
deck railings. Then the dominatrix got out little whips and went to work on
their friend's butts. Mike swore it was the biggest turn on he had ever
witnessed. Watching a twelve year old dressed up like Mistress Alexandra laying
a whip across the tiny pink butt of a ten-year was a whole new sexual dimension
for Mike. He kept thinking he was going to cum just watching.
Then Patrice offered her whip to Mike and he found himself swatting Debbie's
red rear while Linda sucked his cock. He did manage to slip his cock into Debbie
before he came.
Next day, he had switched with Sam and spent Sunday playing daddy to Annie,
Terri, and Lacy. Although Lacy was the youngest of the three, she loved having a
dick in her little twat. She squirmed and moaned and pumped her little pussy
every time Mike got his cock inside it.
As Mike was resting with the three girls curled up around him, he thought
about his own daughter, Lee Ann. The first time he ever screwed Lee Ann was when
she was a sophomore in high school. The little slut had gone to a party after
the football game and gotten drunk. She and her best friend, Tracy, had gotten
home about 2 in the morning making a lot of noise. Mike woke up but Nora, his
wife, was deep in her Xanax induced sleep.
When he looked in on Lee Ann she was sprawled across her bed. Tracy was in the
other twin bed. They had left the bedroom light on, probably too drunk to turn
it off. Both girls were still clothed in their cheerleader's uniform lying on
top of the bedspread. When he looked closer at Lee Ann, he saw that her skirt
was hiked up and she didn't seem to be wearing any panties. He moved closer to
the side of the bed and reached down and pulled the short skirt higher. There it
was. Lee Ann's cunt was shaved and it was glistening wet. There was semen
smeared on her pussy lips. Mike took a finger and gently rubbed it along her
slit. He put it to his nose and smelled pussy and cum.
"The little slut had got herself fucked. I wonder if it was that black
football player she's been wetting herself over, " thought Mike. "God, what's
this world coming to when white girls from respectable families go crazy over
nigger dick."
Mike looked over at Tracy. She was snoring on the other bed. He lifted her
skirt. There was another pussy showing signs of serious pecker tracks. He turned
back to Lee Ann and moved his finger deeper into her gash.
"Fuck me again, Earl," moaned Lee Ann in her sleep. Lee Ann spread her legs
wider. Mike remembered that Earl was the football player's name. Mike reached in
his pajama bottoms and felt his hardening cock.
"She's too drunk to wake up. I'll just get me a piece and nobody will be the
wiser. Mike moved onto the bed positioning himself between Lee Ann's legs. He
moved slow as he leaned forward and slipped the head of his dick into the wet
hole that had certainly seen its share of cock that night. Mike lowered himself
as he pushed into Lee Ann's vagina. It was wet and hot. Mike quietly pumped away
until he unloaded his jism to mix with Earl's and God knows whom else.
The next day Mike thought he was home free when he saw Lee Ann and Tracy
drinking coffee and nursing a hangover. The little bitches looked like they'd
had their brains fucked out. They greeted him like nothing had happened. Nora
was pissed the girls had gotten in past their curfew. It was later in the day;
Nora was out shopping, when Lee Ann had come in the living room, popped into his
lap and dropped her bombshell.
"I'll be sixteen on July 15 and I can drive," said Lee Ann putting her arms
around Mike's neck and giving him a kiss that was just a little warmer than
their normal father and daughter kiss.
"I was thinking of giving you your Mother's car. It's only three years old,
she's kept it in good shape," said Mike.
"No, I've decided on one of those Audi TT roadsters in red. Oh, and I want the
convertible. Mom can keep her Volvo."
"That's a $40,000 car. That's a little much for some one in high school, don't
you think?"
"Not for some one who let her daddy fuck her last night."
"I didn't do any such thing. I just came in to check on you and Tracy. You
made enough noise to wake the dead. That's a terrible thing to say about your
father."
"We did get a little drunk. It was a keg party. Tracy saw you by the way. She
was hopping you were going to do her after you did me."
"You girls were drunk. You just imagined it. When I was a sophomore in high
school, fifteen was considered too young to drink."
"I'm too young to drink but not too young to screw."
"I said you imagined that."
"All right, when Mom gets home I'll tell her what you did. I'll have Tracy
come over and say she saw you."
"No, don't do that. You were just so pretty lying there. You didn't have any
panties on."
"I know. Darryl kept them."
"I thought you were with Earl."
"I was but Earl wanted me to screw Darryl because he made a key block for Earl
in Friday's game. Earl ran sixty five yards for a touch down."
"You let Earl give you to Darryl to screw. God, my daughter's developed a
taste for nigger dick."
"Sure after he screwed me first. They say once you go black, you never go
back."
"So you let two black football players screw you last night."
"Yes, along with the other linemen, Earl promised the seven lineman they could
fuck me if he gained over 200 yards. He gained 225 yards against Salem and
scored three touchdowns," said Lee Ann.
"My God, my daughter is a tramp," said Mike.
"Yes, a daddy fucking tramp just like her Mother," said Lee Ann.
"Your Mother never did anything like that. Her father was a judge," said Mike.
"Sorry to disillusion you about Grandfather Peterson, but Mom got drunker than
usual the night of his wake. She sobbed out the entire story about how her
father fucked her from the time she was eleven until he died last fall," said
Lee Ann.
"That's ridiculous, Judge Avery Peterson was as fine a gentleman as I've ever
met," said Mike.
"Not according to Mom. She told me that every Thursday afternoon until right
before he had his heart attack, he made her come to an apartment he kept over in
Revere Beach. He'd make her do things like dress up as a prostitute. She says
he took pictures of her naked, screwing with dildos. Sometimes there was that
friend of his, Sam Knight, and she had to screw them both. Mom told me she was
glad he was dead because he'd told her to start bring me on Thursday once school
vacation started, " said Lee Ann reaching down to put her hand on Mike's cock.
"My God, I always thought he was straight as they come, Avery Petersen was a
member of the Supreme Council of the Knights of Columbus," said Mike.
"Somehow I don't think Mom was lying. Mom still thinks her little Lee Ann's a
virgin. She told me that if any of the men or women in the family including you
ever so much as touched me, she'd have them arrested for rape. She's kind of
irrational about it," said Lee Ann taking a firm hold of Mike's cock through his
trousers.
"I wonder why Nora kept fucking him these years. I'm amazed she didn't tell
him to piss off once we were married," said Mike.
"That is a point I suppose she and Dr. Wells have explored," said Lee Ann.
"You think she told that dyke psychiatrist about that," said Mike.
"Yes, I do. I also think Dr. Wells has replaced Grandfather Peterson in Mom's
love life," said Lee Ann.
"Shit, I don't know what to make of all this. What does you Mom say about me?"
asked Mike.
"She told me you'd screw a greasy hole in the floor if you could get your dick
in it. She told me she hasn't fucked you in five years. Ever since she caught
you with your prick in one of your campaign worker's mouths," said Lee Ann.
"God, she even told you about that," said Mike. "She made me live in hell for
six months after she caught Minnie giving me a blowjob."
"Drunks aren't good at keeping secrets. Let's concentrate on the problem at
hand. Mainly how your going to keep Mom from learning her little angel spread
her legs last night and let Daddy put his big dick in her. Are you getting a
hard on again, Daddy?" said Lee Ann as she wiggled her bottom against Mike's
cock.
"One little fuck is going to cost me $40,000, that's a lot."
"I'll be reasonable, like mother like daughter. We can keep doing it when
Mom's not around. There's insurance and gas to pay for. I'll have to find some
way to keep paying you back," said Lee Ann as she stroked his cock through his
trousers.
"How about Tracy? Will she keep quiet? Who screwed her at the party?"
"That girl is such a slut. Half the guys at the party did her. She'll fuck
anybody. She pretended to pass out so the guys would take her upstairs and
gangbang her. Even the nerds and dykes took a turn with her. She likes you by
the way. She thinks you're distinguished. You want her?"
"I can only afford one Audi TT."
"She'll do it as a favor to me."
"And what do you have to do in return. Her daddy's dead so you can't screw
him."
"No, but her Mom is a lipstick lesbian who can't keep her hands off me. I
could do a little muff diving to pay Tracy back."
"I guess I just don't understand the young people of today," said Mike.
"Don't try, just lay back and enjoy it," said Lee Ann unzipping Mike's
trousers and reaching in to touch his cock.
Well, as long as your Mother doesn't find out anything, I think we have a
deal. Let me break it to her about the car. She'll think I've lost my mind."
"Mom's not due back for a while. You want a quick one, Daddy?"
As a matter of fact, he did. Every chance after that, Mike had screwed Lee
Ann, and occasionally Tracy and a chubby girl named Doris that Lee Ann made
friends with in her junior year of high school. All that ended when Lee Ann
finished college and married.
But it had been a hell of a weekend on Sam Reynolds's boat. Maybe the best he
had ever experienced. On Sunday afternoon, Darlene had packed up the girls,
transferred them to her cabin cruiser and drove away. Mike stood on the fantail
with Sam. The girls waved goodbye and smiled and the two men waved back.
"That was awesome, Sam, thanks a lot, it must have cost a fortune," said Mike.
"Just a token of gratitude for the friendship that we've maintained all these
years. You know how important we consider your work on the committee."
"Where'd you find Darlene and the girls?"
"That has to remain a secret. Lots of folks wouldn't understand about the
services that Darlene provides. That's why I like to meet her offshore in
international waters where the law can't reach. I can tell you that an EU
government official introduced me to Darlene at a party in Geneva."
"I'm not sure anybody will ever top this. I'm going to bed and sleep till we
get back to Miami. Everyone says kids wear you out and those certainly did a
number on me."
Mike woke up Monday morning docked at the Miami Marina. He was back in his
office by Noon. Mike knew what he was expected to deliver in return. On the
flight back, it had been all business. Myra had kept her clothes on and went
over in exacting detail the changes that Reynolds Energy wanted in HR 2104, the
bill currently under consideration by the committee that Mike chaired. Mike
planned on giving Sam what he wanted.
Mike's reverie was interrupted by a slight knock on the door.
"Mr. Harrington, Mr. Worthington said you wanted to see me," said Cindy Powers
the new intern.
"Please come in," said Mike taking a good look at the petite little curly
headed blonde that entered his office. Mike's sore pecker stirred a little. She
looked like a kid. Her hair hung in curls just like Shirley Temple's. She was
wearing a short little dress that made her look even younger than the nineteen
years written on her intern application.
Mike stood up and held out his hand as he walked toward the couch placed in
the corner of his spacious office.
"Let me start by saying Welcome to Washington. Please don't think it forward
of me but everyone has been telling me how pretty you are and I must say they
were right."
"Oh but I'm here to learn, Congressman Harrington. I just want to absorb
everything I can. I'm so grateful for the opportunity."
"Well, we're happy to have you. Jeff take you over to the Capital and show you
around."
"Yes, Mr. Simpson explained how the House operates. He showed me the ins and
outs of the Capital."
"Horace Trimble, the man you interviewed with in my Malden office said you were
very bright and talented. Did Horace explain that part of your internship
included helping me deal with the stress and strain of being a member of the
world's greatest deliberative body?" asked Mike as he placed his hand on Cindy's
bare knee.
"Yes, Mr. Trimble went over that and I'm here to help in every way I can,"
said Cindy as she put her hand on the back of Mike's and moved it further up her
leg. Cindy also squirmed a little closer causing her hem to lift further
exposing more thigh.
Cindy's mind flashed back to her interview with Horace Trimble who managed the
one-man Wakefield office that Mike Harrington maintained back in his district.
After he had gone over her application, Horace had looked at Cindy and spoke.
"Everything seems to be on order and you are certainly well qualified.
However, Congressman Harrington is looking for someone who'd be willing to
handle special duties. That includes things that fall under the heading of
entertainment and stress management. There's much more to being a Congressional
Intern than helping to make the nation's laws. You must be prepared to
facilitate the entire process. That includes dealing with the incredible
pressures that Mike Harrington is subjected to as he ponders our nation's future
laws and policies."
"I would do anything to help the Congressman. It must be terribly stressful to
legislate these days. The responsibility must be awesome. I'd welcome any
special assignments."
"You seem well qualified and your appearance matches the Congressman's
preferences. But I can't send your application to Washington until I personally
verify that you are capable of handling these special duties," said Horace as he
leaned forward and put his hand on Cindy's knee. Horace considered this the acid
test. Half of the time, the candidate would politely remove his hand and head
for the door. They might even threaten to tell the press but they never did.
After all, it was their word against his. But the other half was willing to go
to the next level.
"I understand perfectly. Just tell me what's required," said Cindy putting her
hand on top of Horace's and sliding both of them upward to the top of her thigh.
She turned around and laid a French kiss on Horace's lips that resulted in an
instant erection, something his sixty-year-old body hadn't experienced in a
decade.
It turned that that Horace's more stringent verification consisted of driving
Cindy to his nearby Wakefield home where she spent the afternoon licking Eleanor
Trimble's clit while husband Horace pounded his Viagra hardened cock in her cunt
and asshole.
Cindy's mind returned to the present, as Mike Harrington said, "Why don't you
show me that pretty figure of yours. I've been dying to see what's under that
little dress you're wearing."
Cindy stood up, unzipped her Size 2 dress and pulled it over her head. She had
small boobs and wasn't wearing a bra. She slipped out of her thong panties.
Cindy spun around to show off her body.
"Are you sure you're nineteen? You look like a little girl, no more than
fifteen."
"Nineteen last April but everybody says I look younger."
"You are truly a beautiful child. Any more like you at home?"
"I have two sisters, one older and one younger. My older sister is actually a
half sister. Her daddy played in the NFL. She's competes as a body builder.
She's over six feet tall not a little shrimp like me."
"How about your younger sister?"
"Amanda is only eleven. But she's already won several beauty pageants. She's a
whole lot prettier than me."
"It's hard to believe anybody could be prettier than you. Have you got a
picture of Amanda I could see?"
"I keep one in my folder so I can show it to everybody. I'm so proud of her,"
said Cindy as she walked over to the chair that the legal size leather folder
rested on. She took out a five by eight photo of a girl named Amanda Blake who
was the illegitimate daughter of one of the Amazons and handed it to Mike. The
photo was of Amanda competing in the talent portion of the Little Miss New
England contest. Amanda was exquisite and actually the winner of several beauty
pageants. She was dressed up in a ball gown modeled after an adult fashion. The
dress was slit to the waist and one leg was bared. Amanda was made up like an
adult.
"She's beautiful, not as pretty as you of course." Mike could feel his cock
stirring as he looked at the photo.
"She wants to be a model."
"I'd like to meet her, and your Mom too, of course. Maybe the next time, I'm
back home, we can all get together."
"Could we really. We'd all be so thrilled, especially Amanda. When I told her
I was going to intern for you, Amanda wanted to come too. She knows you're our
Congressman. She thinks you're cool."
"Well, let's plan on it next time I can find a spare moment and get back to
the district," said Mike as he reluctantly handed back Amanda's picture to
Cindy.
Cindy put the photo away then came back to kneel between Mike's legs.
"You've had a hard day. Just let me do all the work," said Cindy as she
started unbuckling Mike's trousers. She pulled trousers and boxer shorts down
then took his cock in her mouth and started to lick the head concentrating on
the underside and the piss slit. Mike took a deep breath and relaxed back into
the couch.
Mike was thinking one person he didn't want to replace was Horace Trimble, not
when Horace could select people like Cindy who sucked cock like a $2000 a night
hooker and who had an adorable little sister that he just might get his hands
on.
Cindy got Mike hard as she worked from his balls to cock working a wet finger
in and out of his asshole.
"You want me to swallow it or do you want to drop your load in my pussy?"
"Pussy," breathed Mike.
Cindy stepped up on the couch and pushed her cunt against Mike's face. He
licked her clit a few times while he held on to her butt. After a few licks,
Cindy lowered her body using one hand to guide Mike's cock into her vagina. Mike
leaned forward and started sucking on her nipple as she started to raise and
lower herself on Mike's cock contracting her cunt muscles just as her mother
taught her. She kissed Mike several times and reached behind her to massage
Mike's balls as she fucked him. In a brief time, Mike climaxed in Cindy's cunt.
Cindy got down on her knees and licked the Congressman's dick clean.
Several hours later and back in her apartment, Cindy picked up the secure cell
phone and dialed a number. A female voice answered "Hello" and Cindy responded.
"Hi sis, its me."
"Let me put you on the speakerphone. There's someone else here who wants to
hear about your first day," said Rhonda.
"Where are you?" asked Cindy.
"My bedroom, Candace and I are taking a break from the campaign."
"Oh I wish I was there, Hello Candace, you've got to promise me a three way
next time I'm in Boston."
"Consider it a promise. How did your first day go?"
"Great if you like sucking off fifty year old men."
"Tell us all about it," said Rhonda.
"You said I'd be the office slut and were you ever right. The very first thing
this morning as soon as I walk in the door, Ron Worthington, the Chief of Staff,
takes me into his office, orders me to pull up my skirt and bend over his desk.
He starts talking on the phone as he unzips, moves my thong aside, spits on it
and slips it in. I didn't even get a hug. He gives me maybe five good strokes,
drops his load and tells me to leave, all the while talking to his wife about
what college his daughter is going to attend next fall. I have a strange feeling
that my day is usually going to start with me giving Ron a quick one on his
desk."
"That's what our Intel reported. Sounds very erotic, what happened next?"
asked Candace.
"I filed papers and documents all morning. The office is a shambles, very
disorganized or is that unorganized. After lunch, the Assistant Chief of Staff,
Jeff Turner, takes me on a tour of the Capital. He did show me around and tell
me how everything works. Then he took me into a storage closet and screwed me
after I blew him. While he was fucking me, he makes a call on his cell phone.
The next thing I know this old guy comes into the storage closet and I'm
expected to fuck him as soon as Jeff loses his load. It turns out the old guy is
Congressman Ashburn; somebody that Harrington owes a favor. Anyway Congressman
Ashburn only wanted a blowjob and that went pretty quick in spite of the fact
that he must be in his seventies. He asked for a snowball and I gave him back
his spunk so he could swallow it."
"The life of an intern certainly has its moments," said Rhonda.
"I wish I was there with you two slowly eating your pussies."
"Next time I promise, how about the Congressman?" asked Candace.
"He was my end of day lover. I gave him a blowjob and then a fuck. Congressman
Mike could stand to loose a few pounds. It's hard to work around his big belly
and keep his cock inside you, plus he sweats like a pig."
"Did you get the equipment installed?" asked Candace.
"I planted the bugs early this morning. One pickup is under the overhang of
his desk. The other is behind the couch. I checked them as soon as I got back to
the apartment. They work great. I'll email the audio file where Ron announces to
the Congressman that you're running. It's hysterical. The Congressman wants to
fuck you by the way. He did everything but stroke it when Ron showed him your
picture."
"Glad to know he taking me seriously. Did you get a chance to show him
Amanda?" asked Candace.
"Yes, I did and the rumors are definitely true. He practically dropped a load
on Amanda's picture. He wants to meet her next time he's in Boston."
"Good, I'll alert Lois Blake. She'll have Amanda ready when we need her," said
Rhonda.
"Sounds like you've done a great job on your first day," said Candace.
"Day's not quite over. Trudy Knox, one of the senior staffers has invited me
to dinner. Trudy seems to be one of the few people in the office that actually
does any work. I smell dyke but I'm ready for a little pussy eating after all
the geriatric sperm I've swallowed today. Trudy's not too bad either, late
forties, decent body from what I can tell."
"At least this time, you're getting dinner along with being screwed," said
Candace.
"Correct, why do dykes buy you dinner first where men just tell you to bend
over and grab your ankles?" asked Cindy.
"That's because we dykes are basically nice people where men are pigs," said
Rhonda.
"Well, enjoy dinner and dessert and we'll stay in touch," said Candace.
