A Mayor's Success

Mayor Jonathan Defacto sit in his mansion, smoking a cigar as reports of his city's inspirational success story flooded the papers. New City was an industrial and commercial goldmine, and the wealthiest of civilians poured into the city like water to New Orleans. He had more money than God, the largest mansion in town, power, and prestige... making one of the most powerful people in the world. But there was one thing he did not have.

A knock sounded at the door, causing Mayor Defacto to open his eyes and wake him from his daydream. He held his cigar between his front teeth, shouting to the interloper, "Come in," anger fresh in his voice.

Through the doorway came Constance Lee. Constance was the city's Planner and Layout Advisor, and without her, Mayor Defacto would be little more than a pauper. She was a strong woman, which almost hid how attractive she was. She had beautiful dark hair going down to her shoulders, small breasts, smooth, long legs that went down forever, and a smile that could stop time. Mayor Defacto appreciated her. She had made him rich.

"Our city cannot grow without more residential zones, your honor," she said in her strong voice, unintimidated by the mayor's harsh tone. She stared at him poingnantly.

"Very well. Zone blocks two hundred thirty five to two hunder fifty as residential. That should be enough I trust?" he answered, though questioningly. The mayor appreciated his advisors, though he had a hard time showing it.

"Sir... I believe we will need more than that. Our city relies too much on workers immigrating from other cities for work. We need to establish a strong residential presence. Our city has the jobs, but not the people to fill them," she replied. Her strong facade nearly fading to show her vulnerable inner self.

"GOD DAMN IT! Do not question me! When I give an order, its final."

Constance's eyes began to quiver. She did not wish to make the mayor angry. She devoted her life to helping him. She gave a soft nod, and headed toward the doorway.

Mayor Defacto couldn't help but feel guilt, though. He did not often talk to Constance so harshly, and he truly appreciated her work. "Ms. Lee, a moment."

Contance turned back to the mayor.

"I apologize. The stress of being mayor is great, and it sometimes gets to me. I shouldn't have spoken to you in such a tone," Mayor Defacto took the cigar from his mouth, extinguishing it in his ashtray.

Constance perked up, looking a little relieved. "I appreciate that, mayor. And... I could help you relieve some of that stress, if you like."

The mayor looked at her questionably. "And how would you do that?"

Constance made her way to the mayor's desk. She unzipped his fly, and took out his penis. She gripped one hand around the massive shlong and moved it up and down, up and down. She looked somewhat nervous, hoping for the mayor's approval as she looked up into his eyes.

And she received it. The mayor's broad smile greeted her as he bent down to kiss the top of her head. She moved her face closer to the phallus, licking her lips eagerly. The mayor closed his eyes as her lips touched the head. Her tongue moved up the back of his shaft, slowly. The mayor uttered her name, breathing hard.

"Constance... this isn't the place," he said. She agreed, and they made their way to the bedroom.

Constance rose, begining to unbutton her top... starting from the top and going down, revealing her flesh to the mayor inch by inch, until her top was clad in nothing but a black lace bra. She unclipped it, dropping it to the floor. Her small breasts weren't much, but they were large enough for the mayor to squeeze his cock with as he fucked her chest.

Constance then removed her skirt and thong. She began to reach for her pantyhose, but the mayor stopped her. "Leave them on," he said, rubbing a hand up her thigh.

"Mayor... I don't think we should...." she began to question, but it was too late. The mayor had gotten behind her and forced her onto his bed.

She felt every inch of his dick as it burrowed into her, stretching her pucker obscenely around his shaft as it impaled her.

Pulling her knees slightly under her body, she raised her ass higher in the air to give him better access… and to allow her hand to sneak between her trembling thighs to stroke her engorged clit. "Oh my god," she panted as the full length of his cock was buried inside her snug passage.

He gave her no time to adjust. In every fantasy she'd shared with him about being fucked in the ass, one thing was always the same. She wanted it hard… and fast. That had been the purpose of the plug… to allow him to give her what she wanted… without hurting her. Grabbing her hips, he pulled out, only to slam back in with excessive force.

Her breath blew out with a whoosh as a cry tore from her throat. Fingers curling into the bedspread, her knuckles were white with tension as she held the cover in a death grip. The side of her face was mashed into the bed as he rammed her ass, the power of each stroke driving her into the mattress. She cried out every time he plunged into her tight ass, his thrusts sending hot waves crashing through her body.

Flying over the slippery nub, her fingers stroked her clit furiously as she moved in time with his animalistic fucking. Her body trembled violently as every nerve in her body screamed for release. Sweat glistened on her body as her muscles went taut.

The mayor's fingers dug into the creamy flesh of her hips as he impaled her ass with his cock. Veins stood out down his neck as he fought to hold onto to control. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead as his hips slammed forward, driving his iron hard shaft into the heavenly tightness of her ass.

Constance screamed as the world around her exploded into vivid light. Powerful spasms wracked her body as it finally attained the release it so desperately needed. As the orgasm raced through her, the muscles in her ass clamped down on the mayor's cock and sucked it dry, his cries echoing through the room as he spurted hot cum into her snug passage.

The couple collapsed onto the bed, their bodies flushed with the rosy hue of passion. He rolled over and smiled. "Thank you." Constance, too, was satisfied. The actual experience had been better than any fantasy she'd ever played out in her mind.