Sometimes, as the woman in our story below describes, it’s pleasurable for a gal to bring a guy just to the brink and then just as he thinks he’s going to cum, she stops. Such is the fun on shown on Rob And Jill… she sounds as if she could be as nasty and as raunchy as the bitch in our story is.

There were advantages to being a politician’s aide.

You handled all his appointments, received all his communications and was the go-to person if anyone wanted a crack at him.

I held a lot of power.

The petitioner du jour was Lucian Riley, reporter.

He was tall and gorgeous, with the arrogant go-to-hell-smile I loved wiping off men’s faces.
I agreed to see him that day, because I wanted him.

My corset was secure under my demure blouse and skirt, my whip secure in my desk drawer.

“So,” I began, sitting on the desk in front of him. “You want a crack at Anderson. You need to go through me. What are you willing to do for it?”

Lucian smiled.

“Anything.”

He read the intent in my eyes and slid his hands to my knees, spreading them.

He began moving his hands slowly upwards, but the whip was instantly in my grasp.

“Not so fast!” I snapped, shoving him backwards into the chair with the whip handle. “You need me to get to him, so I make the rules! Strip!”

He smiled wider, but that disappeared when I slapped him hard across the face.
He was naked and huge. I took great pleasure in his gasp when I laid him back on the desk and took his cock in my mouth. I was very good at this, pausing when he was on the brink of orgasm just to hear him beg.

“You need to come, don’t you, Riley?” I taunted, running my finger over the weeping tip.
He moaned in response.

“You’d let me do just about anything I wanted, wouldn’t you?”

When he didn’t answer, I sucked hard on the head.

“Yes!” he groaned.

I smiled in triumph as I fucked him, sliding a finger in his ass, assuring his submission.