Enemies to f*ckers 😈

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Pitch to the scene. You're a personal assistant for a presidential candidate, and it's D-Day. Time to find out if all your hard work has paid off.

It's been gruelling and stressful. A couple of years, demanding work you do has impacted every aspect of your life. Lack of social contact and a prioritising of work, all else has made your relationship near impossible.

You've been single for such a long time, and quite honestly, you can hardly remember the last time you were touched by a man. All the hard work and pain leads up to this moment. It has either been all worth it, or a complete waste of time.

A ceremonial conference is about to happen. It comes down to two candidates. Jake Harvey, your guy.

Daryl Jacks, mine. They've been competitors from the moment they met. What makes it worse is that you think I am a total douchebag.

You also think I'm hot. So much so you've had dreams about me. Though you would never say anything or do anything, because in your eyes, I'm an arrogant pig.

You're at a ceremonial conference, where they will announce the winner. Once all the votes have been counted, right now, the votes are even between Jacks and Harvey. Mr Jacks enters the room, and I slowly follow behind him, pointing out his delegates to him.

We start to meet and greet, as I start chatting with, and brown nosing my boss's backers. I spot you in the background. You're standing there smiling, chatting to some reporter.

You're in a sparkly black dress, and wow, you look truly breathtaking. I can barely take my eyes off of you. It's hard to make out what the person in front of me is saying, so I just nod along and agree.

You continue to talk into a reporter, acting all professional. You throw an occasional glance my way, catch me looking in your direction. I'm thinking to myself, could be looking at anyone.

As I finish chatting to the backer, I walk over to the bar, which is only a few feet away from you, and casually look your way, hoping to catch your eye. You notice how nice and sharply dressed I am, grey suit and tie, all tight, showing off my athletic physique. Even my cotton trousers can't hide those runner's thighs of mine.

Finally, I catch you looking back at me. That's it. I don't know what to do.

I freeze, then smile and swiftly turn around. You make your way over to the bar rather nervously, thinking this feels like a little bit like Romeo and Juliet. After all, it's forbidden like the enemy.

As you head over to the bar, I see you coming. I'm thinking, my god she's coming this way. My heart races as you get closer.

I look in the opposite direction as you step up to the bar. Hi, Logan, isn't it? You say rather gingerly.

Yes, that's right. You're Colette, yes? Rather shocked we know each other's names we get talking and it flows so easily.

We both agree it's been a crazy campaign. Both parties have done things we are not necessarily proud of. Let's face it, we don't like our bosses, but it's our way of climbing the ladder of success.

As the chat continues, it feels so natural and your smile is infectious. I have no words to say but well. We are having a nice time when our bosses notice us standing together and laughing.

It doesn't take long before my boss is tapping on my shoulder. Logan, come with me. I have someone who wants to meet you.

My boss says as he grabs my arm, tearing me away from you. Your arm brushes mine as I'm pulled away. We smile at each other and you say, catch up soon, I hope.

Good luck with the campaign. You too, I say as I'm pulled halfway across the room like a child being dragged through his naughty step. My boss turns to me angrily.

What do you think you're doing? Chatting to the opposition. This is a make or break for your future, Logan.

Don't fade away now. Rather dejected I point out the campaign is practically over. No matter what happens tonight, it won't change the outcome of the vote.

Stay away from her. You better hope we win this vote for your sake. Then he walks away from me.

You walk around to mingle as your boss comes over, arguing the same case, reiterating that your job is on the line too. You also point out that whatever happens tonight does not change the outcome. Yet another disappointed boss walks away.

Both you and I are now in limbo as we walk around the conference, but all we can think about is each other, knowing how forbidden anything that could happen between us would be has only just added to our lust. All I can do is picture your smile in my mind and that dress. I'm only thinking about getting you out of it.

Walking around, I'm constantly looking over at you, ignoring my boss's eyes pierced into the back of my head. The votes are coming in. The coordinator shouts out.

Everyone crowds up by the stage, but I look around for where you are. Then finally I spot you. Strangely, you're walking away from the crowd.

I think, where on earth is she off to? You walk towards the bathroom, looking back at me. You see me following you with the eyes, and that's just what you hoped for.

You've had enough of this lusting after the forbidden fruit. I watch you, and I look back at me as you open the bathroom door. Just before the door slams shut behind you, you smile back at me.

Do you want me to follow you? I don't know, but I'm not waiting around to find out. So I walk through the door slowly, my nerves on edge.

I whisper. Hello? Colette? Are you there? I can't see you as I walk towards the cubicles.

The first one is empty. The second one. Where are you? As I walk into the third one, you shout.

Oh my god, what are you doing? Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Sorry.

I say as I quickly step back. You laugh, reaching around. Grab my tie and pull me towards you.

Is this really happening? I'm thinking to myself as you take full control. I want you.

You whisper in my ear as you kiss my neck and start to pull my suit jacket off. Should we be doing this? I ask.

I'm enjoying this, but it's so wrong. Not only are we competitors, but we're also about to have fun in the toilets at possibly the most critical time of our careers. Knowing that makes it feel so much sexier.

I'm so hard for you right now, and it shows quite clearly as you look down. Oh, hello big boy. Your hand glides down and starts to unbutton my trousers.

You take a seat down in the toilet's rim as I look up to the ceiling before looking back down at you. Looking up at me, you start to blow around my hard cock through my boxer shorts. God, I'm so horny right now.

You can feel my cock start to twitch as you give a little bite through the fabric. Oh, God, you're good at this, aren't you? I groan.

I've wanted this for so long, you say, and pull my boxers down around my ankles. You grab hold of my cock as you start to lick my balls. Your eye is staring up at me.

The tip of your tongue licks the very base of my cock. Your hands run under my shirt, up my chest. Your long, blood-red nails stick down the ridges of my hard abs.

I feel the pain, but the pleasure is just too good to care right now. You pull down my skin, and your tongue swirls around my head. I can feel every taste bud pressed against my throbbing head.

Mmm, you like that, don't you, big boy? Oh, fuck, yes, I do, I say as the pleasure grows more intense. You suck deep and hard, then slow again, occasionally spitting and rubbing your hands up and down.

It's too much. I need to be inside you, I say, my hand palm in my face. Don't tell me.

Do it. I want you to dominate me, you say as you feel yourself getting so wet. I think to myself, okay, Logan, let's do this.

You can do this. I remove my hand, and I stand you up. I turn you around, placing your hand on the back of the cubicle wall, and raise your legs up, placing your foot onto the toilet rim.

I lift up your dress and slide your sexy red knickers to the side, as I slide my fingers into your tight, wet pussy, leaning in to whisper how much I want you right now. God, I want you so bad now. I want to be inside you.

You can feel my warm breath against your neck. I flick your clit, and grab a little nub between my fingers, ever so gently twisting it between them. I rub and flick the lips of your pussy, as I feel you get more excited and wet.

Oh, God, yes, Logan. I feel so fucking good. Now give me that big dick.

I don't need to be asked twice. I slap my throbbing hardcore against your clit. Shock waves pulsate through you with every slap.

I start to slide my bulging head inside you. Your pussy wraps around my hard arousal with a tight grip. God, that feels so good, I groan.

You look back at me, and I say, yeah, that's it. As you say, that's it, big boy. Give it to me.

I push deeper and deeper, as every groan gets louder. Before long, I'm pounding your pussy hard. The force pushes you hard against the wall, as you struggle to stop yourself from falling.

I spank your ass, pounding with slow, deep, hard movements. After a few thrusts, I grab hold of your hips, squeezing tight, pulling you hard onto me. Fuck, yes.

You scream, your hands give way, and your head presses hard against the back wall. Your hand reaches around behind you, trying to rip the buttons off my shirt, as I fuck you good and hard. Every groan echoes around the room.

I stop and pull you up. Let's get out of this cubicle. I take your hand and stand you in front of the basins and the mirror, resting you against the counter.

I place my palms on your cheeks and passionately kiss you, moving down to kiss your neck as my hands caress your beautiful, curvy breasts for your dress. My hands grab your ankles, lifting your legs into the air, sliding off your neck as I kiss around your pubic bone, the tip of my tongue gliding closer and closer to your lower lips. You get tingles all over.

You can't believe this is happening right now. My tongue glides down past your lips, and the tip flicks to the side to side in quick movements. Oh, God, yes.

I feel so good. You groan. I start to lick up and down as I feel the juices start to flow.

My tongue slides up and down, switching from the tip to completely flat, creating different sensations. My fingers then slide down as I place two fingers inside you, grappling movement, pushing down and deep against your anus. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, yes, that's it. Oh, fuck. You groan as I turn my fingers over.

I stop licking as I raise up and grab hold of your head, pulling in close to mine, whipping in your ear. That's it. You explode for me.

There's a good girl. My fingers rub only an inch or two inside your pussy, pushing up hard, almost lifting you completely off the counter, pressing you so hard and fast it feels like my hand is vibrating like your very best rabbit. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, yes. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. As your legs squeeze my hand tight, your pussy starts to squirt all over my hand.

Your entire body shakes. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, fuck. You scream so loud.

Loud applause comes from the background and I turn around in shock. Bloody hell, what just happened? You sit on the counter, head resting against the mirror, a little taken back as your pussy juices drip all over the bathroom floor.

My God, that was amazing. It's been a while since a man has made me squirt like that, you say. I stand straight up, lifting your legs around my waist to start fucking you hard once more, seeing your head bang against the mirror with every thrust.

I reach around your neck and hold you close, which makes the penetration even deeper. God, this is insane. Your pussy feels so fucking good right now.

I say as sweat drips down my face and soaks my shirt. Take me back into that cubicle and pin me up against the door, you say, biting your lip. Look back at me with your seductive gaze.

Your wish is my command. As I walk you back into the cubicle, I reach around squeezing your fine, peachy ass and pulling you in close as we kiss. I pull the door shut behind us, then lift you up and pin you against the door as you wrap your legs around me.

I pin your hands above your head and you hold on to the top of the cubicle door. I push into you with deep, sensual, slow thrusts. You groan, kissing my neck and lips.

Mmm, I love how your cock feels in my pussy, you say before taking a little nibble on my neck. Creak, bang, the door swings open. The looks on our faces turn to shock and fear as someone enters the bathroom.

You look at me, one hand coming down from the door to sign the shhh signal. I take my hand and cover your mouth. As I start to front once more, your eyes open wider in surprise.

The fear of being caught is so fucking hot. I press my head against yours, looking deep into your eyes as I thrust deep and slow. We hear the soap dispenser, then a tap running.

I thrust harder and faster. Your eyes roll as you let out a little murmur that passes my cupped hand around your mouth. Thankfully, it seems the person did not hear this.

I feel you tense once more. I can feel you start to get weak as I thrust deep and hard again and again. You look at me, eyes rolling with every thrust.

I push my hand harder against your mouth. You're about to explode. Your body starts to shake.

I squeeze your wrist and mouth tightly as my head presses against yours. The tap stops. Your body shakes as your knee touches the side of the cubicle making a light tap.

Hello? Anyone there? The person calls out.

I stay dead still, keep a firm hold over your mouth. We look into each other's eyes, both intense pleasure and fear running through our minds. I guess not.

The person murmurs as they leave the bathroom. Creak. Bang.

I pull out of your tight, wet pussy and remove my hand. Oh my god, are you crazy? We could have been caught.

You say, still rather shaken. Yes, but it felt so good, didn't it? You don't disagree, and we both agree we need to get out of here before we get caught.

We get ourselves together and make ourselves presentable as we can. A few splashes of water and makeup to check before we're good to go, albeit hot and sweaty looking a little ragged. We walk out, one at a time.

Looking around, there is still a big hurdle of people. We glance at the results and see your bosses in the lead. I think that maybe you would want to join in with the group at this point, but I'm wrong.

You grab my hand. This way, come with me. You lead me down a darkened corridor, avoiding any people and trying to keep out of sight.

You lead me into the room that has a key card entry, and you just so happen to have the key. It's a room you use for a press office, but it also happens to be the venue speaker room. As you walk in, you slide all the books and paperwork right off the table.

Take me, big boy, you say, standing in front of the desk. We kiss once more as my hands run up your thighs. I start to lift your dress right from your body.

Wow, look at you. What a body. I say in amazement.

Thanks, you're not so bad yourself, you say, ripping off my shirt. Buttons fly about the room, leaving me in only a tie as I slide my trousers and breech straight off. I press you down hard into the desk, spreading your legs and placing my hands around the back of your head, lifting it slightly off the desk.

I lift my leg onto the desk, raising one of your legs as I slide deep inside you. I start to grind hard and fast, carrying on from where we left off. All you can hear is the banging of the table as it moves closer and closer to the two-way glass, which is where the speakerphone happens to be.

Sweat makes our bodies glisten as we kiss and intensely grind. I pull off as you tell me to lay on the desk. I lie as you climb over me, resting your hands on my raised knees.

You lower yourself down hard onto me. You start bouncing hard and groaning so loud. God, it feels so good for the both of us.

Your tits looking amazing as they bounce up and down. No words can describe how incredible this night has turned out to be. I couldn't even care who wins this election now.

Oh, God, your pussy feels so good. I say as I throw my hands behind my head, knocking things all over the place. God, yes.

Oh, fuck yes. I love your cock. Fuck me.

Fuck me. You say as I raise you up above me, cupping onto your ass cheeks, with you hovering above me by about 10 inches. I thrust myself deep and fast into you, bouncing my ass on and off of the solid wooden desk.

It hurts, but I don't care. Oh, God, yes. Oh, fuck.

Fuck, yes. You scream as I thrust harder and harder, your hand digging into my creased abs almost enough to draw blood. Oh, God, Colette.

Oh, fuck, yes. I say quickly and turn you over. I start to pound you hard from behind.

I press my palms against your lower back. I raise myself up onto top of you and thrust hard, fucking you like you've never been fucked before. Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God. You scream.

You can barely take any more. Your arms and legs shake. You're not sure how much longer you can hold my weight pressing down against you.

The pleasure starts to grow inside. You tense up and try with every ounce of your being to keep it together and hold on. I clap your cheeks together, pounding you hard with slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost every inch out of you.

I then thrust hard and fast every inch deep inside you. Oh, God. Oh, fuck.

You scream. You get louder and more ferocious with every thrust. I fuck you as hard as I can until I feel you getting close.

I pull out and slide in and out just about three inches so my throbbing head just rubs your G-spot. Getting faster, I lower my body down to my cock, pushes hard against your G-spot and the wall of your pussy. Oh, God.

Oh, God. You're gonna make me cum. You're gonna make me cum again.

Oh, fuck, you say. I thrust faster, gliding in and out, making sure every inch is pressed hard and deep inside you. That's it.

Come for me. Come for me now, I say. I feel you right on the edge.

I go deeper and deeper, pounding hard and as fast as I can. It doesn't take long before your whole body shakes again. Your body can't take it as you press into the desk.

I press myself deep inside you. I lie on top of you, my head resting against your shoulder as you shake and pulsate deep inside of you. Where do you want me to cum? I whisper in your ear.

I want you to cum all over my face and tits, you say as you roll off the desk. I sit up on the corner of the desk and you spit on your tits, rubbing it around. You slide my cock under your bra, squeezing it tightly between your breasts as you bounce up and down.

Oh, fuck, yeah, that's it, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah, just like that. I groan in pleasure.

You look so fucking hot right now. Yeah, give it to me, you say as you bounce your tits faster and open your mouth, your tongue touching the tip of my cock with every hard bounce. Oh, God.

Oh, God, you're gonna make me cum. I can feel myself getting close. I can't take much more.

You stick your tongue out after biting your lip. Give it to me. Give it to me now.

Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah.

Oh, shit. Oh. Oh.

Oh, fuck me. I groan loudly as my balls are rocked. Mmm, yeah, that's it.

Give me every last drop, you say. My cum splashing all over your face and tits, my body shudders with every slow bounce. Wow, that was incredible, you say as you slide my cock out of your bra.

You swipe your fingers across your face and pick up my cum, placing your finger in your mouth to suck it clean. Mmm, I really needed that. You stand up to start cleaning yourself off.

Using the tissues placed on the side, you clean yourself up. I also clean myself up after I catch my breath. We get dressed once more and I sit on the edge of the desk as you stand in front of me.

I pull you in for one more kiss. That was incredible. I guess we should get back out there before everyone starts wondering where we are, I say.

We kiss once more before walking out of the room. As we walk outside, everyone's staring directly at us like we have something on our face. Even the coordinator stops voting just to look our way.

We walk out as if nothing happened, thinking maybe we realise we were together and it was frowned upon. Our bosses look at us with pure disgust as some random guys look back at me with thumbs up and winking. I think, what on earth is going on? The crowd turns back to the results.

It's almost over. We stand next to our bosses, pictures being taken left, right and centre. Seriously, what's going on? Did we win? My boss looks at me angrily and says, I can't believe you.

Your career is officially over. Well, I guess we didn't win then. Yet your boss says the same words to you.

The time has come to announce the final votes. We stand up on stage. A lot of people still giggling and pointing towards me as you press people heads into the press office to get the congratulations poster.

Oh God, they're going to find the mess we made and then everyone will know what happened in there. Our heart race rises and we look at each other with worry. They enter their room.

Look at the state of this place, comes loudly from the speaker behind the stage. I look towards you and it all makes sense. Oh, fuck.

We both instantly realised that everyone heard what had been happening. We must have knocked the button on the speakerphone. Our faces go red.

Oh God, no. I think as the clock counts down, 10 seconds until the votes are in, everyone starts counting down. 10, 9, 8, 7.

Music starts to blare as the voting finishes. We lose and you win. I look across the room at you, clapping and miming the words.

Well done. The celebrating starts. The bottles start popping left, right and centre.

Yes, your boss shouts. Congrats ring out around the room as the speeches come. I couldn't do this without my PA, Colette.

She's been an absolute star. Really, you think after what just happened? Everyone claps in your direction.

You walk around being congratulated by everyone. No one says a word about what happened. Did it really happen or was it all just in your head? I look across at you and smile, clapping as I walk off, shaking everyone's hands.

Did that really just happen? Was it real? Or was I just dreaming? And what happens now?