Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2013 14:14:37 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: White Collar Tales: Power Lunch White Collar Tales Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) WARNING: The following is for adults only. It contains depiction of sexual acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to read, go no further. If you're enjoying this or my series of white collar stories, feel free to drop a line: billdrake@hotmail.com. Thanks to Nifty Archive for hosting these stories. Consider a donation to keep the Archive running. The site needs donations for its continued, free operation. Here's a sequel to "Senator's Aide" White Collar Tales #19 Power Lunch Mike Henderson shuffled nervously in the marble lobby of the building, repeatedly checking his stainless steel watch. The delivery guy was 5 minutes late already, and if he didn't arrive soon the lunch meeting would start late. Which would make the Senator gruffer than he'd already been this morning. And when the Senator was unhappy, Mike was unhappy. The twenty-five-year-old was starting to have doubts about his career path. HIs parents thought he worked too hard, putting in late night after late night at the office. His buddies warned him of the dead-end dangers of an aide's job. His pay barely covered a modest existence in DC. What kept him going were certain moments. Moments when Senator Jeff Packard let Mike see the inner workings of the political brokers. Inviting him along to State Department functions, sharing inside gossip about other senators, assigning him a role in drafting up policy papers, or giving him VIP tickets to the Nationals games, where he inevitably was seated next to someone powerful and connected. Mike loved power, after all. It's what made the city run and what pushed MIke to work hard day in and day out. It's what made the aspiring young man remember every person he met on the hill. He had a steel-trap memory for names that had gotten him through fraternity rush during college. Finally, lunch arrived. Mike snatched the paper sacks out of the delivery guy's hands and shoved in a couple of crisp bills for payment, then dashed back down the hallway, his leather shoes clacking and echoing off the hard stone floor. No time for the elevator, he darted up the stairs. He was winded when he arrived back at Packard's office but had thirty seconds to spare, which he used to recompose himself and catch his breath, readjusting the knot of his repp-stripe tie in the office mirror. As Mike entered the wood-paneled office, the Senator looked up and smiled. "Right on time, Henderson. As usual." He turned to two campaign managers he was meeting with. "We good? Just check in with me Thursday and we can go over the air spots." A younger woman and forty something man agreed and vacated their seats at the round table. They greeted Mike on their way out the door. The aide handed Packard his bag. "Pastrami on rye, light on the mayo, sir." It was something he said every day. He knew the senator's likes and dislikes by heart by now. "You're the best, Henderson." Jeff gave an encouraging wink. "Don't know what I'd do without you." Mike recognized the schmoozing politician in Packard's words, but still beamed at the compliment. He took a second to admire his boss. The last year had put some gray in the Senator's otherwise auburn brown hair, but the man still looked dashingly handsome and, in the universe of the US Senate, young-looking. The two had a working lunch, eating as they discussed the rest of the day's schedule and a new project the Senator wanted Mike to work on. "You'll be able to stay late this week?" the man half asked, half said as a statement-of-fact. "Yes, sir," Mike answered without hesitation. When they were done with lunch, Packard leaned back and listened as Mike went over the following week's calendar. Occasionally the man would answer the aide's questions but mostly he stared at the younger man, till Mike got the distinct feeling the Senator wasn't really listening. A glance down at the bunched fabric between the man's spread legs confirmed this. The senator was throwing major wood. Casually Packard draped his arm down and gave the crotch of his suit a tug. "You up for a quickie Henderson?" The intern nodded. "Yes, sir," he said softly. Loosening his tie, he unbuttoned his collar button of the starch-stiff white shirt. He learned from experience that blow jobs went better that way. By now, he knew his boss's likes and dislikes. The Senator had a thick, long cock and liked to fuck it deep into his throat. Mike was pretty much accustomed to the size of the man's battering ram by now. Mike shuffled forward and started to assume the position between the Senator's spread legs when the man put up his leather shoe against Mike's white shirt and stopped him. "Uh-unh," the man intoned. "I need a fuck today. Bad." He rubbed his crotch, unzipping the suit zipper, but going no further to pull out his erect tool. The normally eager aide looked up quizzically. This was not in their normal lunchtime routine. The Senator answered his silent question. "Yeah, I know, Henderson. You give a grade-A blow job but I've had one bitch of a tough week and I wanna nail your fucking ass right now." Mike had heard this stern, gruff tone from the Senator before. Hell, he'd been hearing it all morning. But not in this context. He stood up and felt a wave of shame as the powerful man's hands touched the crotch of his suit. Packard's hard face lit up into a sinister smile. "That's right, you're boned stud. Come here," he growled, grabbing the aide's hips and pulling him forward. Deftly, he undid Mike's belt and trousers. He pulled them down, along with the boxer shorts, revealing the twenty-something's aching erection. The senator laughed as he ran his hand along the hard tool's length. "Yeah, this shit turns you on." He leaned forward and lapped his wide tongue against the hot, salty surface, taking a second to savor the sap leaking out of the ex-frat boy's cocktip. Mike swallowed a whimper as he looked down. One of DC's most powerful men licking his fucking cock! Navy suit, power tie, salt-and-pepper hair, wedding band, big fat silver watch, it was pushing buttons Mike was only starting to realize he had. "Jesus, sir," he muttered. "You come in my mouth and you're looking for another job. Understood?" He didn't give Mike time to answer before plopping the rigid boner in his mouth and sucking on the stalk. Mike had to think of a million things to keep from coming. His fellator was attacking his cock with gusto, licking and slurping the rod as if it were a last meal. Just the sight of it was enough to make the aide blow. The Senator rarely sucked him. That's how Mike knew he was gonna get majorly fucked. The man must have been pretty worked up. Just when Mike though he couldn't take another lick, Packard spit out his cock and wiped the spittle off his chin. "Turn around," he ordered. Mike complied, but first pulled off his trouser legs and underwear. He was still wearing dark socks and dress shoes, but those could wait. Nervously, he turned to face away from Packard. Jeff surveyed the hot young man's rump with appreciation. Fucking perfection, he thought, grabbing the smooth muscular cheeks in his broad hands and leaning forward. He pushed his fingers into the ass cleft and noticed Mike's legs quiver. Parting the cheeks, he gave a quick swipe of the tongue on each side, making his way to the center crevice. "You shaved for me," he observed as his tongue began tasting the freshly smooth skin leading straight to the stud's hole. "Yessir." "Nice" "Thought you'd like it." That brought a laugh from the senator. "You think you know me pretty well, don't you, Henderson?" Mike didn't know how to answer or if the senator was even really asking a question. He just bit his lip and leaned forward as the man's talented tongue started licking his smooth crack and sensitive pucker. Mike always preferred oral sex to anything else, but damn, his boss's rim jobs felt good. "Good" was probably the wrong word. Intense more like it. The suit-and-tie politician liked two things with about equal passion: fucking his aide and eating out his aide's hole. The smooth shaved butt seemed to drive him particularly wild today and he powerdrilled his tongue in and out of the stud's rectum, punching pass the hot hole's elastic resistance. Then he'd pull back and flutter the tip against the anal rim, eliciting a string of deep-throated cries from Mike, before plunging back in for some heavy tongue-fucking. By the senator stood up, Mike's legs were spread wide to give his boss access. He groaned as he felt Packard's hard bare cock nudge his hole. He was so slick with the man's spit and so relaxed from the tonguework that the large head, dripping with sap, popped right in. "Wait a sec, Henderson." Packard stepped back and told Jeff to lie on his back on the desk. Mike could now see the politician's large dick sticking up high and erect from the open crotch of his suit. He had barely reclined on the desk when the senator was on him, lifting his legs up and apart. Mike's lace ups hooked on the muscle of Packard's broad shoulders. "Ungh!" Mike cried as the fat cock caught on a second clenched ring. Henderson was remembering now just how incredibly hung the senator was. When his cock was this erect, the size was obscene. Jeff paused and started running his hands along the shirt-covered chest, savoring the power of Mike's gym-toned pecs and abs beneath. "You want to know why I love being senator, Henderson?" More cock pushed in. What the fuck? Mike thought. He dumbly shook his head as he struggled to accommodate the invading prick. God, he was gonna feel real full, pretty soon. Packard gritted his teeth and looked down on the hot aide. "Cause there's an endless supply of power-hungry ex-jocks with daddy issues." Slowly but with determination, the man was thrusting his erection into the young man's hot guts. "Is that me, Senator?" Halfway in now. "You and fifty thousand men in this city. I could kick you to the curb and have another guy in a fuck-me position within 45 minutes." The words may have been meant as a put down, but strangely they turned Mike on. His super-erect cock started jumping up and down frantically, smacking his hard abdomen and slinging precum all over his half-unbuttoned dress shirt. The Senator kept pushing in, first against then past the young man's interior sweet spot. His thick prick was no longer meeting resistance but instead putting silent expressions of horniness on Mike's face. "You like that idea, Henderson? Makes you want to come, huh? You gonna get off when I find another 22 year old aide and turn him into my fuck toy?" He paused for a second, then pulled back for a hard thrust. "Jesus, sir!" Sweat formed on his brow and he winced from the assault, but never had his dick been harder. Then again, the Senator thrust hard and deep. "What's the matter Henderson? Isn't this what you want? This ain't no fraternity fuck." He pulled Mike's legs wider, holding the hairy ankles as he pulled them apart, and started really hammering away. "Oh, sir, oh man, oh fuck!" "Man, Mike, your ass is so friggin hot," Packard grunted, "Not gonna last long today." Mike couldn't take in enough of the man, the sturdy thrusts, the way his suit jacket and tie flapped, the handsome and distinguished face, the determined look of a man who knows his large cock means he has conquered and possessed a young buck like Mike Henderson. The aide thought of his boss's bare hard cock pistoning in and out of his ass and knew his own orgasm wasn't far off. "Fuck me, sir!" he urged. Those were magic words for Packard, whose cock started jetting shot after shot of white hot jism into Henderson's now-fucked guts. "Come for me," Packard growled. "Come for me you hot little fucker. Hot piece of young beef like getting nailed, don't ya? Gonna come for me stud?" The senator's fierce cock now jabbed hard against Mike's tender insides. He'd not even finished his sex tirade when Mike's cock erupted in white hot liquid shrapnel, spray starching his shirt. Sent into a paroxysm of ecstasy, Mike's body shook as he grabbed Jeff's forearms and held on tight. "Whoa, fuck!" Packard exclaimed as his breathing returned to normal and he slowly extracted his prick from the spermy guts of his aide. Mike sighed as he lowered his legs and felt the cool office air against his exposed, wet pucker. "Sir? I think I need to change shirts." The senator look him over in silent satisfaction. Mike was wet in his own jizz and had Packard's sauce leaking out of his hole. "And your tie, too, Henderson. You know where they are." Mike walked over to the office closet where a couple of extra starched shirts in his size hung next to the senator's.