I arrived at his office dressed in a nice dress and blazer.. the Secretary asked " do you have an appointment" and of course I said "yes, Mr. Smith is expecting me". She called to tell Mr. Smith I was waiting. He opened his office door in a few minutes and said " Miss Brown please come in". He watched me walk towards him admiring the outfit I picked out just for him. My black high heels, the slim fitting dress and my jacket open and inviting him to explore.

I sat in the chair across from him, legs crossed and slowly rubbing them together. My stockings were sheer and the guarder-belt he requested now was showing with just a little bit of thigh. With a hungry look he moved to the foot of the chair and slid his hands up my dress taking great pleasure at the feel of my stockinged legs. Fingers touched my lips and he spread my panties lips to lips both of us started enjoying our playtime. we made out  in every part of his office and slipped on the desk for him to take  my panties off..He's very hungry at this point

When duty calls and the phone rings I went to my hands and knees and slowly unzipped his pants under the desk..As his conversation gets deeper into business his cock goes deeper in my mouth. I'm sure he is getting a lot accomplished because his cock is getting so much harder and pulsating in my mouth.

As the phone conversation ended I put a condom on his hard cock and sat on it backwards and moved up and down while his hands are all over my breasts..

With his cock still in my pussy we changed positions and I bent over the desk, his one hand holding my ass and the other pulling my long blonde hair very taut.

Next he moved me around on the desk to kiss and fondle while his cock was moving wild and frisky
in my pussy..Just as I  feel he's ready to explode it's time for my dictation and I whipped that condom off, got on my knees and let the cum fly in my mouth on my lips..

Somehow I forgot to fill out the application...Do you think it matters?

Dressed quickly and put together He walks me to the door, slowly pushes close to my back and say that was perfect and says "don't forget to take the company bio" and hands me the envelope I forgot on his desk. I exit his door while the secretary looks on and I say "have a good day".

Kisses Haley

How about a little fantasy fun today.... Please post something you would love to experience or one of you wildest times you'll never forget

I play the role of an attractive man and a woman, any woman, actually gives me the time of day.  It has it all: romance, fantasy, a random number (usually 1:35 PM) and a happy ending.  It's my biggest fantasy. Unlike in real life,  I have no toupee', my teeth are all the same color and you can't see my bones through my skin.  I am frigging hot!

I am all tingly just thinking about it.

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I still think its hot to walk into a incall and meet a hot woman, undress her have my way with her get dressed and walk out with a huge smile.  Only thing better is letting her have her way with me.  and looking back to see her with a huge smile.

date with a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader; thank you MariaMystique.

Still to be fullfilled include:
(1)  Hooters girl
(2)  student wanting extra credit from me (the teacher)
(3)  secretary wanting to improve her performance review

Looking for providers who are interested in any of the above.

Confessions from the Campaign Trail, Part 1: Detroit

The day of his interview, the senatorial candidate from Michigan seemed nervous as he entered my room.

“I’ve, I’ve never been interviewed by the New York Times before,” he stuttered, as I invited him to sit. He glanced at me furtively before dropping stiffly into the chair.

My dress’s low neckline had slipped open just enough to reveal an edge of red lace. I took my time correcting it.

“So, Candidate Moreman,” I began. “While you’ve been very successful in business, this is your first foray into the political arena. I wonder if you’re prepared for the media scrutiny you’ll be undergoing? I notice you didn’t bring your press secretary with you today.”

“No, I didn’t feel I needed to put any ‘spin’ on my positions.... the thrust of my platform is very straightforward. Why– do you intend to trip me up with trick questions?” he asked, a little spirit surfacing in spite of himself.

“Hmmm. Trick questions? No.... I’m just looking to uncover the man beneath the positions, if you know what I mean. After all, your press machine has worked up enough interest that the Times sent their best political reporter here to speak with you. I’d consider that quite a coup, wouldn’t you?”

Before he could speak I leaned over and adjusted the hem of my skirt, which had crept up on my thigh. I glanced up at the would-be Senator and caught his eyes darting away from the line of my calf and the high-heeled pump dangling from one foot.

He cleared his throat before replying. “A coup? No, just a welcome opportunity to spread the word about my ideas for the people of Michigan.”

“Speaking of spreading the word, candidate,” I spoke in a lower tone, ”There have been several very interesting rumors spread about you. For example, several sources have revealed to me that your personal relationships have taken– well, let’s say unusual turns."

“In fact,” I continued, “my research indicates that your carefully-honed image as a traditional, heterosexual family man may be one of the best shams in recent campaign history.”

Moreman gasped as he straightened up in his chair. “I beg your pardon, young lady! I’m the proud father of two beautiful daughters! ”

I paused a long moment. “That doesn’t mean you don’t like sucking dick, though, does it?"

Before I knew it, the enraged businessman had leapt to his feet and grasped me by the shoulders. He pulled me close in a tight grip and whispered fiercely. “You print that and you could ruin my career– and the lives of my family.”

“Well,” I gasped, breathless from his strong arms encircling me, “I don’t see how I can avoid it. Unless, of course....”

“Unless what?” he demanded.

“Unless you prove to me otherwise.”

His eyes glittered with determination. "Prove to you that I'm man enough to get excited by a beautiful woman? Is that what you're looking for, Miss New York Times? Because I think I can show you exactly what kind of man you're tangling with... unless you don't know what this means." He slipped his hands to my hips and pulled me into even closer contact with his strong torso... and a surprisingly large bulge that ground against my tight skirt.

My resolution wavered. Should I expose him... or let him expose me? When a jolt of pleasure shot up from between my legs, the answer seemed inevitable... but so very, very wrong.

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Tabu of Hollywood