Hateful Woman

"Proposition 8273 passes, 68 to 42!"

Damn. Another defeat. I watched as the opposition shook hands and applauded each other.

There was Kathleen Muller, a brilliant analyst who had just turned the tide against me and passed her bit of policy. Another do-gooder with her heart in the wrong place. Some people just can't believe in evil, even when it surrounds them.

She smiled brightly at her compatriots as they cheered her victory. She was a looker too. She was of slight build, one might say small-breasted, but well-proportioned in an hourglass figure. Her angular facial features were perfectly framed by the wavy brown hair that fell about her shoulders. The skirt of her navy blue suit was well-fitted enough to show off her tight ass, which led down to her mouth-watering thighs. A pair of high heels accentuated her calves. Some lucky bastard he'll be who lands that.

To look at her, to see how happy and sincere she was in victory, you'd almost assume I was on the wrong side. Almost.

As she surveyed the room, her eyes fell on me, and her smile vanished. I looked away. It was time for me to leave anyway and find a pub.

***************

Several hours and more drinks later, I had ended up back at the hotel bar. I was contemplating the shape of shot glasses, when I saw those legs again. Those perfectly shaped, well-dressed legs strolled into the pub and sat down at the bar.

She didn't appear to have seen me.

The strange urge to buy her a drink came into my head. Nah, I shouldn't bother her, I told myself while I continued to ogle her thighs. But today can't get much worse; I'm in a state where I can blame my poor judgment on liquor, should anything go wrong....fuck it.

"Nice job today. You really captured their hearts and minds in there," I offered, although my tone drained all sincerity from the compliment.

The woman shrugged. "Enough of them to pass the proposition," she shot back coolly. I was being a sore loser, but I couldn't help it.

"Yes....um...congratulations," I stammered, "can I buy you a drink?" She took her time responding, studying my face as if trying to decide if it was a real offer or a joke. At last, her mouth broke into that award-winning smile. "No, but let me buy you one," she countered.

Her eyes shone, and again I was taken aback by her loveliness.

I felt a pang of anger. I wanted her. She had everything: the victory today, a successful career, the respect of her colleagues, why should she now get the additional power of my attraction to her?

But of course, I didn't let all that get in the way. "I can live with that," I conceded and

took the seat next to her.

As the drinks were poured, I told her, "I'm still not convinced, you know."

She smirked at me and said,"No, I didn't think you would be. But if you consider..." She then proceeded to reiterate her arguments, the same that I had endured over the last few days. Yet, here in this pub, with nothing at stake, in the setting of this personal conversation between two people, they seemed less foolish. While the chief part of me still knew her plan was doomed to fail, another smaller part acknowledged that with the right people in place, at the right time, there did exist a fleeting chance of success. And that part hoped against hope it would turn out.

When she finished, near the end of our third round, I offered her the compliment. "You know, in this forum," I said gesturing to the surrounding pub, "your logic doesn't seem half as ridiculous." I worried for a moment that my comment would anger her, but she smiled at me reassuringly.

"Well, thank you... I think. Coming from you that probably IS a complement," she replied and I nodded my confirmation.

"Perhaps your arguments only need a different forum as well," she proposed. I raised my eyebrows. I thought of my arguments as those that sound better in a cold conference room than elsewhere, but why not? "Very well, I think the crux of my reasoning hinges upon----"

"No," she interrupted me, "no I doubt very much that your case will sound any better in this particular forum." She let the words linger and grinned, seeming amused at my confused expression. "But it might have a chance upstairs."

Was this a joke? Was she laughing at me? My hardening cock didn't seem to think so. Her smile was so seductive.

"Well...I'd love to continue...," I managed to respond.

She smiled and motioned to the bartender for the bill. I tried not to get ahead of myself. My mind was racing between two internal voices. The tentative, meek voice reminded me, "This could still be nothing. She might just want to chat some more." The other, more ambitious and self-serving voice countered, "Bullshit! She practically

spelled it out for you. She wants you. And what better way to fix this terrible day? If you can't fuck her in the conference room, get it done in the bedroom!"

She finished paying the bill and we went for the elevators, both grinning like idiots. As we waited for the elevator, smiling and silent, I couldn't help feeling like we were two nerdy, horny teenagers about to break the rules. The doors opened, and I

stepped forward to hold it open, making a big show of letting her go first. She giggled. I put a hand lightly on the small of her back, giving her a little push as she walked into the elevator.

She pushed the button for her floor. During the ascent, we remained silent. She stood in front of me, and ever so slowly, stepped back and leaned her body into mine. I let out a long sigh, struggling to control myself. I wondered if she could feel my raging hard-on through the clothes.

Suddenly the elevator beeped and stopped early to let someone else on. Kathleen stepped away from me quickly. The new passenger found two formally-dressed individuals who were grinning and seemed to be studying the ceiling of the elevator intensely. He greeted us, selected a floor, and then looked at us suspiciously. At last, we reached Kathleen's floor. The doors opened and we sped out, breaking into laughter.

It was a standard enough suite: two queen-sized beds and a small countertop with a mini-fridge beneath. "Something from the minibar?" she offered. She walked over to the fridge and bent over to examine the contents. The view was amazing.

"What would you like?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me, still bent at the waist. "That," I replied flatly, not breaking eye-contact with her rear. She stood up, looking serious now. She turned to me slowly and began to walk toward me.

When she came near me, she looked down at her hands, and then placed them on my chest and leaned all of her weight into me. That was all that I could take. I reached around her with one hand, pulling her body further into mine. At the same time, I took her cheek in my other hand and turned her head to face me. Our

lips met. I kissed her with passion, pressing my closed lips against hers hard. Then I opened my lips and slowly slipped my tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it with want.

As we began to escalate, my hand slipped down her back to cup her ass. I groped her butt cheek through her skirt and it felt great. My other hand trailed down her neck and began to fondle her breast through her blouse. Her hand slid down my body and started rubbing my crotch.

I was losing myself in my desire. I kissed down her neck. She smelled amazing. She pushed me away for a moment to unbutton her blouse. I pulled her bra down so that I could get to her tits. I plunged my nose into her cleavage and she put her arms around my head. She had cute pink little nipples, which I licked with abandon. I suddenly spun her around, still clothed, and bent her over the countertop.

She didn't struggle, instead pushing her butt a little further back. I fumbled to roll her skirt up and expose her ass. A black lace thong highlighted her two perfect globes. I just stood there for a moment, admiring her. She looked over her shoulder at me, arching her back to make her ass seem even more fantastic, shaking it slightly, teasingly. God, what confidence she had!

I squeezed her buttocks and spanked her a few times before I decided I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled her thong down and ran my hand over her pussy. She had a full bush, trimmed but not shaved, and to my disappointment she didn't seem very wet.

She stood up and turned back towards me. Her torso was bare now. Her tits stared me down. She reached out and started unbuckling my belt. In a moment, my erect cock was protruding from my pants.

She held it in one hand, and as she slid down to her knees, she smiled and asked, "so you really think Proposition 8273 should have been voted down?" From her kneeling position, she waited for my response while maintaining eye-contact and absent-mindedly stroking my cock with her hand.

"...Well....I...um..." I struggled to gather my thoughts. I was panting, nearly shaking with pleasure. "Well yes! The proposition has several flaws, not the least of wh---"

She took the head of my cock into her mouth and swirled her moist tongue around it. "Ugmmm," I moaned. She took my cock out of her mouth, batted her eyes at me, and innocently questioned, "What was that?"

She reached her other hand into my pants and started playing with my balls. I smirked at her little game. She can interrupt me like that as much as she wants.

"Proposition 8273 is a well-intentioned piece of FLUFF," she squeezed my testicles a bit in reply, "which will--*gasp*--never be--*gasp*--properly--*moan*--implemented!"

By now she had most of my length inside her lips, bobbing her head and teasing with her tongue like an expert. I refocused myself on the sensations of her mouth and ran my fingers through her hair.

After a few moments, she pulled herself off of my dick, stood up, and walked over to the bed. In retrospect, I suppose she looked ridiculous, walking away from me naked except for the skirt still bunched around her midsection. She slid it off and laid down on the bed. She spread her legs invitingly.

I crawled between them ready to fuck. But she put her feet over my shoulders, ran a hand into my hair and pushed my head towards her cunt. I started planting kisses along her inner thighs, then on her labia, then down her thighs again. I tried to make the kisses wet on her lips, then I begin spreading them with my tongue. Finally I started eating her outright.

In the midst of her light pants and squeals, she began with, "So it's not the content of the prop you object to---ooooohhh--" she reacted to my tongue flicking her clit "but you just don't think it can be implemented?" she finished without pause. It made me mad that she was able to keep her train of thought so well, when her oral stimulation had turned me into a babbling idiot.

Despite the fact that she was now actively humping my face and locking her thighs around my head, I forced her legs apart and moved up. I grabbed both her wrists roughly and pinned them above her head with one hand. Then I started kissing her neck with passion as I let my dick find its way by feel. I moved my hips to drive my cock against her warm pussy, pressing against her opening before sliding up her lips.

She squirmed, trying to free a hand to guide me into her. I held her firmly and continued to run my rod along her slit. Then it caught and began to press inward. I felt her lips grip me as her cunt swallowed the head. Her eyes glazed over seeming to look far into the distance. I smiled knowing I was finally getting to her. She held her breath as I pushed further into her. I pulled out about an inch before driving in deeper.

I slid my hands underneath her, cradling her head and shoulder blades and pulling her body farther onto mine. Her hands, newly freed, wrapped around my back, and her legs curled around, with her heels trying to push my buttocks further forward.

I nibbled her earlobe before whispering, "Precisely. Policy is no place for idyllic poems of utopia. It is a place for unpleasant TRUTHS..." I thrusted into her forcefully

to punctuate my statement, and she grunted, "...to be swallowed and MANIPULATED *thrust* for the common GOOD *thrust*" Then I started fucking her with a good rhythm.

I spoke with confidence. I doubt a man can feel more confident than he does when he thrusts into a woman. I penetrated her with pleasure, with anger, with frustration, and with conviction.

"Oooohh," she moaned as she threw her arms around my neck and hurled her body laterally. We rolled as she took the high ground. She pressed our chests together and began to bounce her lower half against me, impaling herself repeatedly on my cock.

We were both panting and moaning now. She sat up straight. With one hand on my chest to steady herself, she arched her back and ran a hand into her hair with abandon. This posture lifted her breasts for my appreciation. I washed the impact ripple through them each time she shoved her pussy back down the length of my dick.

"You're....wrong....you....know," she stammered in between panting breaths, "the...hopes...of...society...belong...in the fucking center...of...policy," her voice broke into a squeal as she sped up her humping. I was past the point of debate. I practically roared at her as I threw her off me.

As her body hit the mattress next to me, she looked scared, unsure of where lust ended and anger began. I grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other and quickly forced her onto all fours. She was soaking by now, so I entered her up to the hilt in one thrust. I held her by the hips and opened the floodgates of my lust. The sound of my body slapping against her buttocks filled the room as we banged away.

"Oh oh oh oh," she moaned with each thrust, backing her ass up to meet each one. I reached around her and played with her hard clit. Then I brought my hand back and pressed my thumb against her cute little asshole.

She didn't complain, just increased the volume and frequency of her moans. When I pushed it in, she let out a little yelp and held her breath.

I felt her vaginal muscles contract and squeeze my dick. The rhythmic contractions of her orgasm were too much for me. My cock exploded, shooting a load of cum deep inside her. My orgasm was powerful and made me fuck her deep and hard as I tried to empty my balls in her cunt. I grabbed her hair and forced her face into the pillow.

Finally, it subsided and I fell off of her, onto my back to recover. I stared at the ceiling, blinking and waiting for my mind to switch back to human from animal. My breathing

began to slow down. My heart stopped pounding. At last I sat up.

She lay there on her side, naked and beautiful as Venus. I couldn't see her eyes. Her hair sprawled out over her shoulders and back. I stretched my arm under her neck and pulled my body against her backside. The contrast between her soft flesh and my hard form was delightful.

I wasn't sure if this was a one-night stand or the beginning of something. I wasn't sure what she thought it was. But I hoped.

Seeming to read my mind, she rolled to face me, still in my arms, and uttered the cliche, "This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

We both laughed. So it was.