Fine Dining With Mr. Senator Read Free

acknowledge that I came from a
privileged background. Old money, trust funds…” Playfully, “But,
keep in mind I was not allowed access to any of that until after I
graduated college, during which I held an array of jobs from
loading UPS trucks to busing tables. I remember well what it is
like to have a job and how much was pulled from my paycheck.” To
Fairdale, “Vultures.” We all laugh.
    After dinner, we all chat over drinks.
The guests trickle out roughly an hour later. David bids them all
goodbye and thanks them for coming. I start wringing my hands when
I realize that we are alone. It is what I want, but is it what he
wants? He offers to take me on a tour of the property. I eagerly
oblige. Perhaps he will show me to the bedroom.
    I walk arm in arm with David through
his indoor garden to his indoor pool. Pools are rare in homes in
New York City. David certainly is full of surprises. The pool,
framed by polished slate stone, is crystal clear. So are my
intentions, though his are dubious. I would give everything to this
man – let him do to me whatever he so desires. I would gladly let
him ruin me, if it meant but a night with him. And as the moments
pass, I cannot help but think that he knows it. My lust for him is
overwhelming.
    We pause together. “Do you like what
you’ve seen so far, Taylor?” he inquires.
    “Definitively, Mr. Senator .” I smile
slyly. “In fact,” I try to hint without sounding too desperate, “I
would love to see more.”
    His hand slides down my dress, coming
to rest over my ass. Before I know what is happening, he spins me
around, draws me close, and kisses me. I am powerless in his arms,
quickly melting into a puddle of lascivious goo. His kisses are
slow and purposeful – a commanding presence in and of themselves.
His large hands trail a little lower before they ascend, dragging
up my dress in the process. He pulls me so close that I can feel
him through his trousers. He feels amazing.
    My fingers work to open the buttons of
his jacket. I slide my hands inside, over the meat of his chest and
his sculpted abdominals. I want to be naked and writhing beneath
him. He slips his tongue into my mouth.
    My hands move to his belt buckle. He
seizes my wrist and drags my hand away. Fearing I have done
something wrong, I open my eyes. His lips never leave mine as his
hand snakes around the front of my body. He caresses the bare skin
of my inner thigh. His fingers venture farther up to ghost along
the outline of my underwear. I’m already wet.
    His tongue delves deeper, leaving no
room for me to protest. I am slow to realize my general lack of
control at first, but when I understand that he means to dictate my
every action – manipulate my every limb, I succumb to him
completely. His finger continues to trace and tease between my
thighs, venturing close but never touching what I so desperately
want him to. Soon, he has me moaning unreservedly against his lips,
begging for more. I want him to spread me wide open and fuck me
until I can’t remember my own name.
    He removes my dress. The indoor air is
warm against my skin. His fingertips trail down my spine, leaving
tingling sensations in their wake. I shiver in pleasure. He
unclasps my bra. He has my panties around my ankles in a matter of
seconds. I am naked in his arms, at the mercy of his wandering
hands that grope and pull in ravenous tugs. I want to wrap my legs
around him and let him take me right here.
    “David,” I moan. “David, please.” With
that, the man finally lets me undress him. I drink in his smooth
chest and chiseled torso, thirsty for more. His thick, juicy cock
waits for me between his muscular thighs, aroused and wanting. My
first impulse is to taste it. That is not his plan. He hooks his
hands under my thighs and picks me up so I straddle his hips. I
start kissing his chest and throat, in desperate need of something
to do with my mouth. He takes me down the steps and into the
pool.
    The water is warm, serving