Sleeping with the Competition

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Picture the scene. You're Colette, a thirty-something personal assistant for a presidential candidate, and it's D-Day, the time to find out if all your hard work has paid off. It's been a grueling and stressful couple of years.

The demanding work you do has impacted every aspect of your life. Lack of social contact and the prioritizing of work over all else has made having a 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 all been worth it, or a complete waste of time. A ceremonial conference is about to happen.

It all comes down to two candidates. Jake Harvey, your guy, and 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 or do anything because in your eyes, I'm an arrogant pig.

You're at the 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 the meet-and-greet, as I start chatting with or brown-nosing my boss's backers. I spot you in the background.

You're standing there, smiling, chatting to some reporter. You're in this sparkly black dress, and wow, you look truly breathtaking. I can barely take my eyes off 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 talking to the reporter, acting all professional. You throw an occasional glance my way, and catch me looking in your direction, thinking to yourself, he 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 and 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. Now that it's happening, 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 a little Romeo and Juliet. After all, it's forbidden to 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.

You step up to the bar. Hi, Logan, isn't it? You say rather gingerly.

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

We both agree it's been a crazy campaign, and 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, wow. We're having a nice time when our bosses notice us standing together and laughing. 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 to his naughty step. My boss turns to me angrily.

What do you think you're doing, chatting with the opposition? This is make or break for your future, Logan. Don't fade away now.

Rather dejected, I point out that 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.

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 everything that could happen between us would be has only 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 piercing 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.

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 bathrooms.

Looking back, you see me, following you with my eyes. And that's just what you hoped for. You've had enough of this lusting after the forbidden fruit.

I watch you, and you 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. So is the second one. Where are you? As I walk into the third one, you shout, OMG, what are you doing? Oh my god, I'm so sorry.

Sorry, I say as I quickly step back. You laugh, reaching your hand out to 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 on 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 gentle bite through the fabric. Oh god, you're good at this, aren't you? I groan.

Mmm, 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 eyes 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 dig down the ridges of my hard abs. I feel the pain, but the pleasure is just too good to care right now.

You pull my skin down, 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? Fuck yes, I do.

I say, the pleasure grows more intense. You suck deep and hard, then slow again, occasionally spitting and rubbing your hands up and down. Oh, that's too much.

I need to be inside you, I say, my hand palming 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 your hand from my cock and stand you up. I turn you around, placing your hand on the back of the cubicle wall and raise your leg up, placing your foot on 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.

You can feel my warm breath against your neck. I flick your clit and grab the 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, that feels so fucking good. Now give me that big dick. I don't need to be asked twice.

I slap my throbbing hard cock 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 say, yeah, 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 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 behind you, trying to rip the buttons off my shirt as I fuck you good and hard. Every groan echoes around the empty 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 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 through your dress.

My hands grab your ankles, lifting your legs into the air, sliding off your knickers. 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 side to side in quick movements. Oh god yes, that feels so good.

You groan. I start to lick up and down as I feel your 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 in a grappling movement, pushing down, deep down, against your anus. Oh fuck, fuck yes, that's it. You groan as I turn my fingers over.

I stop licking as I raise up and grab hold of your head, pulling it in close to mine, and whispering in your ear, that's it. You explode for me. My fingers rub only an inch or two inside your pussy, pushing up hard, almost lifting you completely off the counter, and pressing so hard and fast it feels like my hand is vibrating like your very best rabbit.

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

Yes, yes. 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 aback as your pussy juices drip all over the bathroom floor.

My god, that was amazing. Been a while since a man 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 the cubicle and pin me up against the door, you say, biting your lip, looking at me with your seductive gaze. Your wish is my command.

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. 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 thrust 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 the 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, and I can feel you start to get weak as I thrust deep and hard again and 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 hard 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 and keep a firm hold over your mouth. We look into each other's eyes, both intense pleasure and fear running through our minds. Guess not.

The person murmurs as they leave the bathroom. 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 as presentable as we can. A few splashes of water and a makeup check and we're good to go, albeit hot and sweaty and looking a little ragged. We walk out, one at a time, looking around.

There's still a big huddle of people. We glance at the results and see your boss is 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 the darkened corridor, avoiding any people and trying to keep out of sight.

You lead me to a room that has a key card entry, and you just so happen to have the key. It's a room you use as your press office, but it also happens to be the venue's speakerphone 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 from your fine body.

Wow, look at you. What a body, I say in amazement. Thanks, not so bad yourself, you say, ripping off my shirt.

Buttons fly about the room, leaving me in only my tie as I slide my trousers and briefs 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 on the desk 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 both of us. Your tits look amazing, bouncing 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, throwing my hands behind my head, knocking things all over the place. God, yes, I love your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, you say as I raise you up above me, cupping your ass cheeks.

With you hovering above me by about ten inches, I thrust myself deep and fast into you, bouncing my ass on and off the solid wooden desk. It hurts, but I don't care. Oh God, oh fuck yes, you scream as I thrust faster and harder, your hand digging into my creased abs almost hard enough to draw blood.

Oh God, call that fuck yes, I say. I quickly turn you over and start to pound into you from behind. I press my palms against your lower back.

I raise myself up on top of you and thrust hard, fucking you like you have never been fucked before. Oh God, God, you scream. You can barely take anymore.

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, you scream, getting 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 rubs your g-spot.

Getting faster, I lower my body down so my cock pushes hard against your g-spot and the wall of your pussy. Oh God, you're gonna make me cum again, you say. I thrust faster, gliding in and out, making sure every inch is pressing hard and deep inside you.

That's it, cum for me, I say. I can feel you're right on the.