The Politician and the Avenger - Sex Stories

The Politician and the Avenger

... love for her.

She knew they were only words, and she would see him in court after the two days had passed.

"Unless we stop to eat something, I'm hungry; the shopping took a lot of energy out of me, and my stomach is grumbling."

"We'll order room service back at the hotel if you don't mind. We're only 15 minutes away, and I hope their service is fast enough to satisfy your hunger in record time. If you want, I can call them and order from here, so you won't have to wait too long for your meal."

"Please do that; I'm starving." "The bastard is making sure not to be seen in public with me. He wants as few witnesses as possible."

He didn't want to be seen with her for too long a time, just in case his worries about her mishap occurred.

No sooner had they entered that room-service knocked at the door. The waiter set everything on the table and waited for his tip. Annoyed, the senator dismissed him, saying: "You put the bill on my tab. I'll settle when we leave," he told the employee.

The waiter went directly to the front desk, as per the instructions given to him by the desk clerk, to tell him he had just brought food to the room, so the clients were back.

The clerk, her brother, went to the backroom, flipped a few switches, returned, and thanked the waiter.

"Before we eat, why don't you put on one of the outfits you bought today?" He told her. It wasn't a question. She could tell by his tone that it was more of a command.

She started walking to the ...

... bathroom to change, but he stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going? Change right here so I can watch the show."

Fuming inside, she stripped before him and put on a set of sexy lingerie before donning a fashion dress and complementary shoes.

He opened one of his bags and took out a small box, tending her an expensive pair of earrings. He was surprised at her lack of exclamation. It was as though she was used to this luxury. Of course, he couldn't know she was the daughter of a very influential candidate to become a Supreme Court judge of the USA.

After dinner, he ordered her without further ado to strip down to her sexy lingerie. When she hesitated momentarily, he approached her and asked if he had stuttered. Without warning, he grabbed the dress and shredded it off her.

She had expected that and started imploring him to stop, to please not hurt her, that she would do anything he wanted, but to be gentle. He didn't have to rough her up. She had to muster all the coaching she had received to play the part and hoped she had succeeded.

He took an admiring look at her lingerie-clad body, ogling her. "Show me some sexy moves. Act like the cheap stripper you are. Be my slut for today," he commanded. "You don't know it yet, sweetie, but this excites me the most: making an ordinary girl become a low-life sex object for me. I will use you whichever I want and enjoy hurting you."

On these words, he tore her lingerie off. "Now get on your knees, fish my tool out, ...