Early the next morning I looked out my apartment window and saw Carl waiting by his car at the curb, smoking a cigarette. I grabbed my keys, briefcase, and laptop and hurried downstairs. DH had texted me that Carl would pick me up at 7:00 a.m.
When I got to the car, Carl opened the door for me and I was surprised to see the Congresswoman sitting in the back. Carl usually picked her up at her townhouse in Georgetown, dropped her at the office, then came for me.
"How did it go last night?" she asked as I sat down. Carl closed the door behind me.
"It went well, I think," I answered. "I think we have a very satisfied judge on our side."
"You don't know how important this could turn out to be," she said as she smiled and looked me right in the eye. "I'll have to figure out a way to reward you."
"I can think of a way...." I said.
"Be a good boy now, Michael," she replied as she patted my leg. I was acutely aware that she didn't remove her hand when she was done. "Tell me about it; what happened?" she continued.
I went through the events of the past evening, summarizing the role-playing that Ada had wanted me to do with her. I told her all the details, including the butt plug episode. I could see that it was turning her on.
"So did you have to think about me to get it up?" DH asked. She moved her hand towards my cock.
"Well, I didn't have to as it turned out, but I did anyway. I thought of you right when I shot off into her."
"You weren't wearing a condom?" she asked, looking concerned.
"Yeah, I was wearing one. I just meant when I shot off while I was inside her."
"Michael, I want to show you how much I appreciate it and give you your reward." With that said, she moved her hand up to my now hard cock and started rubbing it through my pants. "What do you think your reward should be?"
"I think you should let me fuck you," I answered immediately.
"Well I've already told you why we can't do that, but I think I know how I can repay you for what you did with Ada." She unzipped my fly and began fishing around for my stiff member. It really couldn't have been that hard to find. She tried to pull it out through the opening, but it was too big and too hard, so she unbuckled my pants and belt, then pulled them down to my knees as I lifted my butt off the seat.
"Mmmm, he's so big and hard," she cooed as she stroked me up and down. "Now I want to show my boy how much I appreciate what he's doing for us." She leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. I had been dreaming about this for so long and the moment had finally come.
Her mouth felt like velvet around my hard dick as she licked and sucked me into her mouth. I put my hands on either side of her head and held it as she suckled me with her mouth and wrapped her tiny hand around my massively hard tool. Her salt and pepper hair was mussed and coming loose from its pins.
"Mmmm, such a good boy," she said as she spit on the base of my dick, then put her hand over it, using her saliva for lube as she started pumping it up and down. She licked and sucked the domed head of my cock as she worked her hand up and down my shaft. It felt so fucking good, and I loved her so much, and I was finally getting some of what I had craved for so long: she was pleasuring me instead of the other way around.
She continued cooing about what a good "boy" I was while she expertly licked and sucked me, all the while maintaining a steady rhythm with her hand. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation of her hand and her mouth. When I felt my orgasm building, I started rotating my pelvis. She was moaning with every exhale now as she worked my cock with her tongue and hand. Finally, I felt the first spasm of my orgasm and could feel my cum start to rise from my balls. I could feel it course through my cock, and shoot out the hole at the end, where it landed against her tongue. She sucked and swallowed and milked me with her hand through spurt after milky spurt. It felt so good to be coming in her, anywhere in her, for her to be receiving my warm, creamy cum. I knew that when it was over I would still be inside her; that my fluid would live in her for days to come. I gave one last spurt, then held her head in place for a moment while she licked and cleaned up the cum that had spilled from the corners of her mouth.
She raised her head and smiled at me again. I pulled my pants up, and she pushed my hands away and fastened them for me, zipped me up and buckled my belt. When she was done, she gave my deflating wiener another little pat, and said, "Just remember, Michael, that it was just business. That was payment for a job well done. Nothing more."
All I could do was heave a sigh, lean back, and close my eyes. I was instantly reliving the experience I had just had, and knew that I would for many nights to come. She leaned forward, depressed the intercom button and said "Carl, our meeting is over. You can take us to the office now." She let go of the button, then turned to me and whispered, "I'll let you relax after your reward. But I'm going to need some attention later this afternoon." We had arrived.
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The next couple of weeks were uneventful. There was no repeat of my blowjob, but the episode seemed to only increase DH's sexual tension and need for relief. Every day was a combination of long hours of hard work punctuated by stolen moments of me tending to her pussy; touching, rubbing, licking, sucking, and fingering her to powerful orgasms in as many ways as I could think up. I did have one more encounter with Ada, at her request, and this time I took the eight hundred bucks.
The House Ways and Means Committee had been pressuring DH to get a bill through her committee, which she was determined to stall. The pressures and the workload increased with each day that she resisted the powerful committee. She knew that eventually the bill would have to be sent, and then would be passed soundly by the House. She was stalling for time while others in her party worked members of the Senate to defeat the bill in the Upper House, where it would go next. The margin of majority was slimmer in the Senate.
After a particularly long and difficult day, she invited me into her office for a drink just after 9 p.m. I had worked my magic for her earlier in the day, so I deduced that this was an informal way to talk business, not anything else. We were the only two left in the office and she had told Carl to go on ahead home. We would share a cab to get to our homes.
I made a martini for me and bourbon on the rocks for her and sat down in the overstuffed chair across from the couch she was seated on. She had her shoes off and her feet were up on the table that sat low between the couch and chairs.
"It's been a long week, hasn't it Michael?" she said as she took a small sip of her Kentucky bourbon.
"It has," I replied. "You must be exhausted."
"I am, and I'm getting tired of fighting over this bill. I think it's time to push it out of committee and let the vote happen."
"Dangerous," I opined. "I don't think we're sure which way the wind will blow in the Senate yet." I usually didn't give her political advice, but I thought the informality of the meeting might allow it.
"We're closer than you think. One more vote and it can't pass." She looked directly at me. "And I think I know how we can get the vote."
"Really? That's great! Who is it?" I hadn't realized we were that close.
"Senator Rule can be persuaded." She paused to let that sink in.
"Ted Rule?" I asked incredulously. "How on God's green Earth could you move that old sucker? He's probably the last person I'd think would vote against it. I mean, based on his lengthy record." Rule was way off center and could usually be counted on to not think, but just to vote his party line.
"Well, that's where you might come in," she said and smiled. "It seems that old Ted's got a young, hot wife, and he can't satisfy her at his age. So she likes to mess around."
"How can that help change his vote?" I asked, confused.
"He likes to watch." She looked directly at me. I waited for her to say more, but she wasn't forthcoming.
The silence was heavy in the room, and I had to break it. "He likes to watch?" I repeated as a question. "And you want me to fuck his wife and let him watch? He isn't going to want to join in, is he?"
"No, from what we hear, he just likes to watch and then get some sloppy seconds." She took a sip of her bourbon. "And yes, I think I have a way we can use it to get him to vote the way we want him to. This time you don't have to do it to an old lady, you get to have sex with a hot young woman. She gets what she wants, he gets what he wants, and I get what I want. Everyone's a winner. Well, Senator Rule might not feel that way after our little twist at the end."
"And what about me?" I asked. "Will I get what I want?"
"Well, you won't get that, but you would probably need to be rewarded again for a job well done." She leaned forward and flipped over a picture that had been lying face down on the coffee table. It was of a beautiful, blonde-haired woman of about thirty with long hair and large breasts, shown off quite well by the low-cut dress she was wearing.
"Is this her?" I asked.
"Yep, that's her," she answered.
