I’d been at the Finance Minister’s Briefing this morning! This was a bad-tempered affair, as the Prime Minister is incompetent, and worse, she is too: she’s blown a massive hole in the budget by doling out cash like the neighbours dole out sweets to kids at Halloween and screwing the businesses by taxing everyone so they won’t hire!
The questioning at these events is normally friendly, but poor twit [not], she was getting fired at more than the Azov Battalion in Mariupol!
This pair of idiots, I thought as I quickly headed for the exit, wanting to beat the crowd.
I pushed the two-storey entrance door open and headed into the near-deserted atrium. There was a suited lady oddly perched on one of the tables, and for some reason, I decided to see if she was OK.
“I’m OK – here for a business meeting, but the client is late!” She shrugged. Sometimes business means hooker, but she seemed too well dressed for that, as her white blouse was fully buttoned and she wasn’t wearing much makeup, and call girls want to attract attention! This chick seemed to want the inverse.
“How long have you waited?”
“Half an hour.”
“Much longer?”
“At least another half,” she shrugged and looked up at me. My little experience is that call girls won’t hang around.
I’ve no idea why, but when her gaze met mine, I leaned in and kissed her hard.
“Fill up that half-hour?” I asked.
She got up and took my hand hard. We were near the loos, and I silently guided her there, quickly becoming hard and wondering what she was like under her suit – were her tits big or small, I wondered?
We entered the accessible loo, then she locked the door behind us and put her handbag on the floor.
I held her and kissed her open mouth hard, and her tongue went deep into my mouth as I pushed her to the basin. Still kissing, I arched my back and roughly undid her suit buttons, then let her undo mine.
We kissed harder as I started at her waist and undid her blouse, roughly grabbing her tits as I reached her neck. She started at my neck and worked down, doing my buttons, but as she reached my waist, she reached under my belt and gave my cock a squeeze.
I was rock hard looking at her white bra that supported her decent tits.
I roughly and quickly kissed her neck, making us both pant, then sucked her right tit hard.
I pulled her bra over her tits and sucked her nipple hard as she undid my belt, then dropped my trousers and pants, exposing my length, which she soon grabbed.
We resumed kissing, and I undid her skirt’s back zip, dropped it and then dropped her panties, sliding my hand over her wet hole.
She moaned into our kiss as I fingered her and she worked my cock even harder.
She pulled off, dropped to the floor and removed a condom from her bag, then slid up, placed it in her mouth and quickly wrapped my cock.
Her arms pulled my head back to hers, and we kissed hard again as my cock touched her pussy.
She pushed down and I pushed up, so I was now fully in her wet hole.
We kissed harder, panting as we fucked hard and fast, her pussy getting wet and tightening as I thickened in her.
This was a hard, rough fuck as we grunted and writhed against the basin, our tongues roaming deep and my cock fucking her tightening pussy hard and deep.
My balls tightened, and I pulled mostly out, surprising her, and she pushed hard, forcing me back in against her tightness.
She groaned, squeezing me hard, and we held each other tight, fucking.
She moaned into our kiss, and I grunted as my cock shot the cum into the wrap.
She kissed me harder, and her pussy pulsed as I fucked her harder, cumming again, and she moaned.
By now, sweaty, we kissed and fucked gently, coming down.
I pulled back and gently kissed her nipples, making her twitch.
“That was a surprise,” she exclaimed and kissed me.
“Are you staying here?” I asked, kissing and admiring her taut but not boosted tits, though still somewhat in her.
“Live in 10 stops away. You?”
“Marriott 5 mins away.”
“Good – I was hoping for more of this,” she slid down, dropping me out of her.
She pulled the filled condom off my cock, then briefly licked my sag.
She stood up and kissed me, letting me taste my cum, and we resumed kissing, but now caressing and dressing.
“Better tell my Ed that I’m tied up all day,” she purred. “Good,” she reached down and caressed my hardening cock.
“Meet you round the corner by the coffee stand?” I suggested, and we kissed. Now fully dressed, we exited separately, then met at the stand and just as the coffees I ordered were ready.
“Was wondering what you were doing here. You didn’t have a badge, so I didn’t think attendee …”
“And too well dressed for a hooker?”
I kissed her. “You in a cocktail dress with push-up?” I mused, getting harder as we walked out.
“You can push them up any time,” she stopped, turned, and ground on me.
“I will, Elena. Soon,” I kissed her.
“I thought you’d not seen me when you nearly walked past,” she giggled. “Guess I dressed down too much for our first meet, Eric.”
We carried on walking. “We planned this, but yes, you certainly dressed as you said.”
“Nat certainly got roughed in there, dopey bird!” she laughed, and her phone bleeped, and she laughed, then showed it to me.
CONGRATS – COVER TOMORROW: [Finance Minister] NAT[alie] POUNDED AT MOOD OF BOARDROOM.
“Her ears will be ringing all day. My pounding was so different: my pussy is throbbing from your hot dick; it’s pulsing every time we’ve RP’d it.”
We walked into the Marriott courtyard. “We’ve RP’d that so many times!” I kissed her.
