Oh, mayor, fuck me harder!I shove my  cock into the S city diplomat so hard that she kicks the vase on the bedhead .

With both hands on her hips, I push, rolling my hips as I assault her from behind. I want to give her a lightning bolt she'll never forget.

Sshe purrs, her blonde hair sticky with perspiration.

I'm fierce and polite in bed.

"You're a man of many abilities," she grins, making my cock stiff as stone.

Yes. Benson Martin.

mayor's youngest. 30-year-old.

The hottest mayor.

I put my cock in her pussy and spin her around. I pull her up and watch as she rubs my big biceps.

She wraps her slim legs around my waist, and I massage my cock across her moist pussy to tease it.

She screams, "Fuck me, keep fucking me!"

I grin and do what she says; no taunting this time. I shove my 12-inch cock into her so hard she screams.

She curls her toes and rakes her claws over my back and shoulders before grabbing my hair.

She's fucking me, grinding her pussy on my cock and supporting herself with her legs. Her body tenses and she throws her head back, mouth gaping.

"Oh, fuck," she gasps mid-orgasm as her pussy spasms on my cock.

This is better than any gym exercise.

Fei Park's legs are wrapped around my waist, and her hot pussy is on my cock. I'll bury it as long as I can.

I'm not a typical politician.

As the youngest mayor in history-I do things my way.

My cock is a diplomatic weapon. Work and sex go together like white on rice, yet I still like them.

"So much more," Fei grins devilishly.

"So do I," I say, punching her cheeks. "Likewise."

The South carolina Hotel's bathrooms are elegant. I step on chilly marble and open the shower door.

We both walk into the shower after I remove her off my cock. Turning the knob, we're standing under a hot spray of water that's fogging up the bathroom.

I grin and spin her around, putting her hands on the shower wall. I move my fingers down her ass and up her hot pussy to her G-spot.

She shivers "Yes" "More."

I remove my fingers from her pussy and trace her lips. She laughs and opens her lips, sucking on my fingers as I angle my cock into her pussy and piston her.

Is your pussy tasty? Hip-thrusting, I ask her. She smiles and nods.

I keep pushing until I felt her pussy convulse again. Fei is moaned and arched.

"Come for me," I say.

"mayor, yeah! Yes! Yes!" Her climax is loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear. Her screams may break the shower glass.

I smile. "So."

You may believe I fuck for fun. I adore fucking gorgeous ladies as much as the next man, and I'm skilled at it, but this is job too.

"Knees," I grin. I'm her favorite fuck. I'm a woman's best fuck. I'm a good bedfellow. My cock is worshipped.

My tip makes a wet sound as it reaches her throat, but she enjoys every second

"And... I mumble as I slide my cock in and out of her lips.

I brush her cheek with my fingers and then press her farther onto my cock.

My balls are on her lips, she's so deep.

Unstoppable pleasure rages through my veins.

I hiss "Fuck" with gritted teeth. "You're happy."

My pulse thumps in my neck cords. Then I bury my cock as deep as possible in her mouth and explode-hot sperm runs down her neck and she greedily swallows it. I see her throat flex with delight.

Then I take out my cock and watch as she milks it. She licks the tip eagerly.

. The media portrays me as a sex-obsessed bad guy who causes trouble for fun. My motivations are unclear.

I turn to leave Fei. "Remember our bargain"

"I promise," she says, sliding into a hotel robe, "I'll attempt to influence the C city 's mayor toward a more open trade arrangement ."

"Good," I kiss her goodbye. We'll communicate.

I dress myself.

Another transaction closed. This will provide A city many employment. Solid factory employment.

Life isn't all about money and women, I discovered.

I may start a nonprofit or run for government to aid others. Because I could see that A city 's regular folks were being shafted. Nobody heard them.

Change was needed.

What's the problem? How can you oppose a doer?

How discreet can you be with Secret Service in tow? It's like leaving with bells on my shoes.

Despite my best attempts, the press surrounds me as soon as I leave the building.

I put thick shades over my eyes and wave off reporters as lights flash around.

"mayor, are you having sexual contact with S city 's ambassador?" a reporter asks.

Another journalist joins, "Please wait. What were you doing at HB Hotel ? More than work?"

I continue going, ignoring the inquiry.

Another reporter rushes forward, waving "Gov. Aici! One question:"

Secret Service officers surround me, so she can't continue. "Step aside," they say. "Nope. Don't crowd the mayor."

Just as I'm ready to go into my vehicle, a skinny reporter weaves past the throng and Secret Service personnel. He's thrusting a microphone in my face.

Two Secret Service officers stop me from grabbing his coat. They tell me to halt when I attempt to escape.

"Sir, get in the limo," an agent says. "He's useless."

I concur. I swiftly get into the limo's chilly, black leather seats and slam the door.

I lean forward, remove my glasses, and glance up at the car's roof to calm my breathing. Incontestable.

Untying my tie. Despite my best efforts, I'm frustrated.

Want results... Improving.

Damn. This arrangement with S city will bring 50 good-paying manufacturing jobs back to A city .

They'll just care about my cock and where I put it.

I see my motorcade move through W City.

I'm here to win a battle tonight.

Charles Davis exclaims, "You look so fucking sexy, baby." His wide eyes take in every curve of my body. His paunch stretches his white shirt as he sits on the bed.

"Am I hot?" I ask sheepishly and smile deviously. I bridge the gap between us and sit on Charles' lap, arm around his neck.

Then... You do," he murmurs, putting one hand on my nude knee and touching my Saint Laurent dress hem. I could have tempted Charles with a cheap, trashy outfit, but I don't like to underestimate men. I

I bend over and kiss his ear, saying, "I like how you say it." Charles' cock is as little as he is old, and I gulp back a laugh when I realize it. He's old enough to be my father-no, granddad.

Charles is the CEO of a pharmaceutical firm. He's 65 and one of the city 's most successful businesspeople. Charles is successful, greedy, and immoral. He made his money by hiking medicine costs and has never apologized. Where's A city Dream? Sociopaths dominate the world today.

"Know what's hot?" I move around on his lap and straddle him. Without looking away, I lift my skirt hem to show him my black La Perla thong. A strong guy is sexy. "I can't help it," I mumble, ruffling his hair.

"Lucky night!" His hands slide down my side and he softly squeezes my cheeks. He licks his lips and stares at me expectantly.

"Why?" Purring, I bite my bottom lip and inquire.

"Because I'm here... and I'm all yours, sweetheart," he says. He spent all night gnawing on the hook, then swallowed it.

I wasn't surprised. Men are predictable. You only have to play the right notes, and they'll dance. Charles made it easy.

I knew he was at the SC and that Charles likes booze. To get his attention, I needed to be alone at the bar after dinner. Between arriving and attempting to talk to me, 15 minutes elapsed. Charles is a self-confident guy who can't resist a lady like me, despite his age and features.

Men always find me attractive. I'm not boasting. Add a polished fashion sense, and I can cut a man's soul like butter. Which is fine given my job.

Charles asked me to his room after two drinks, despite being married for 30 years. Married guys are surprisingly easy to seduce. A married guy is the easiest to entice.

"Let's get you out of these clothes," I moan, pushing my crotch into his. I loosen his tie and yank it over his head, then unbutton his shirt to display his hairy chest.

"Now you're talking," he murmurs, squeezing my breasts.

"That's nice," I murmur, moving my hips and stroking my pussy on his jeans. Well, despite his little cock, he can get it up.

"Undress. I-I want you to undress for me," he sighs, his eyes narrowing as he attempts to take charge of our relationship.

"Anything for you," I mutter as my fingers slip down his tummy. Before rising up, I touch his cock with my hand on his crotch.

He stays silent while I turn my back on him and hook my fingers on my dress straps. I pull them down and let my dress fall to my waist, covering my breasts. Swinging my hips, I let the garment fall down my legs before meeting Charles' eyes.

"Oh, fuck," he whispers, staring at me with wide eyes. His stare practically scorches my black lace underwear as it travels up and down my body.

More? I tease him by unbuckling my bra.

"Yeah," he says in a heavy tone. I lick my lips.

Charles, show me your cock... I want you to be tough on me," I say, approaching him. At my instructions, he quickly unbuckles his belt, unzips his fly, and pulls his underwear and trousers to his knees.

"Is this hard enough?" he says, stroking his cock with two fingers.

I take another step toward him and bend closer, putting my lips to his ear. "And I think that's hard enough for the camera," I say, pointing to the closet. A spy cam is hidden in the space between the door and the wall.

"What's up?" As his gaze follows my fingers, he realizes he's messed up badly. Too late. "You fuckin' bitch!" he yells, standing. Instead of displaying fear as he lifts his hand to hit me, I smile.

"Hit me," I dare. "Charles, you're knee-deep in crap." Hit me, and that s*** will climb to your neck. My operatives are documenting everything... If you mess with me, my coworkers will broadcast it online. In seconds."

Still with his hand up, he hisses. I wouldn't be astonished if his brain burst if he didn't drop his trembling hand.

"I got fucked!" Trying to cover his shriveled cock, he pulls his trousers up uncomfortably.

"I did," I shrug as I put on my outfit.

"Who put you up to this?" he demands between angry teeth. He probably believes a competing firm recruited me or this is an inside coup - someone wants to be CEO. Answer is simple.

I said, "Your wife." She needed evidence of your cheating to dump you. I turn away from him and get my camera from the closet. I grab my handbag from a chair and put the camera inside.

Charles begs, "Don't do this!" When he realizes he has my attention, he kneels and prays. "Don't do it. You'll destroy my life."

"You should've considered it before cheating on your wife. Maybe she'll find a good guy now. I throw my bag over my shoulder, fix the front of my dress, and leave without looking at Charles. The room emits a sound like a guy weeping.

Alright.

I don't like wrecking men's life. Luring guys into traps is my job, but I don't do it randomly. Before accepting a position, I make sure the candidate merits it. He deserves it.

Unfaithful, greedy businessman deserved it. Unsurprised. I've met businesspeople, politicians, etc. 1% of A city doesn't impress me. In my view, they're all well paid scam artists willing to sell their souls. I'm the Universe's answer to all that decadence-I'm karma made flesh.

I'm headed towards the hotel's main exit when I see a gathering. I'd assume something significant is occurring based on all the cameras and news vehicles. I heard S city 's ambassador was staying here, so maybe it's her.

I take a big breath and leave by one of the side doors, trying to be as discreet as possible.

One female reporter says, "Yeah, he's a letdown." "I assumed mayor Benson would be different, but..." When I leave the throng, I can't hear her, but I don't need to. mayor Benson is a disappointing new commander-in-chief.

You'll be disappointed if you believe anybody in W City.

mayor Martin Benson seems to be catching up. Did you notice how I double-entendre'd another sex scandal?

Critics of the mayor were quick to argue that he was cheapening the position, and Speaker of the House Vincent Walker was the loudest.

The Speaker told me, "Themayor has a job the A city 's people chose him for, and I urge he spend more time doing it and less time studying the ins and outs of all the gorgeous W City women."

My heart feels tense, and I stuff a balled fist into my suit trousers pocket.

Where is A city 's interest in the everyday?

I see Doris. Do not be fooled by her little stature. Her tenacity is bulldog-like.

Shaking my head, I respond, "My personal life isn't relevant." I've gone to tremendous lengths to keep my personal life quiet .

Doris nods, "Yes, but there were rumors."

Doris says, "You've guarded your personal life so fiercely that it's made others inquisitive." The public is fascinated about you since you're young, gorgeous, affluent, unmarried, and the youngest mayor of A city .

"Well, I view it," Doris adds, "as the press digging till they obtain something,So, I believe we should give them something."

"Like?" I try not to seem doubtful.

"A wife," says Doris. Well, a fiancee.

"We could have a news conference," I say, rising and pacing.

"Yes," says Doris. "Perfect, then you can say you're engaged."

This approach seems ridiculous, but it may work.

"Okay, now that we have everything sorted out, who will play the phony fiancée? ."

"I'll manage it. I know precisely the gal."

I worry what I've gotten myself into as she grins and leaves.

Arcadia's pov

I've been trying to figure out why the mayor's chief of staff invited me to a meeting. At first, I thought about turning her down right away, but I can't turn down Doris Simpson without seeing what she wants.

Oh, Doris Simpson. I was her classmate. We've lost contact, so I'm wondering why she's come to me now.

I only look up when my coffee bar dor iis knocked.

"Yeah?" I yell.

"Thank you for taking the time," Doris says as she looks around and nods approval.

I ask Doris as I settle down

Doris and I had shared pals from our school days. But we never spoke.

I warn myself as I attempt to interpret Doris' face.

Before Doris can respond, I remark, "If the mayor wants to blackmail his opponents, I'm out."

"Oh? I see," she says, a grin on her lips. "But you're lucky. My proposal isn't blackmail. We want you to be Benson's fiancee. A false fiancée, fine, but it needs to be credible.

" If you accept this position, you'll be his fiancée so he can rebuild his image."

Brain controls me here. The reptilian part of me that just thinks about sex is screaming yes. It wants to smother Martin Benson in my body. His cock in my face. His cheeks and squeeze.

The silent part of me wants to condition becoming his phony fiancée on his taking my virginity. Then feces on me. I swallow it.

"We'll pay you generously." Maybe she thinks she can reach me via my money account if she can't emotionally.

"No," I sigh. As you can see, I'm doing well,.

"50 million," she says, and I'm stunned.

"I told you, I'm doing well," I say, attempting to seem nonchalant while my heart races.With that much money, I could quit wooing elderly guys for a career. As great as it is, I don't want to do it my whole life.

"1 billion," I say,

Doris pause,s and I can see she wasn't ready to settle for that much. Alas.

"Okay,"

As she stares at me, she shakes it. When I look at her, all I see are piles of cheques.

Arcadia

The mayor's house

"Tynet Dawson, the vice mayor.

"Yes," I nod and grin at the apprehensive faces surrounding me. The vice mayor, chief of staff, and other members of the mayor's inner circle are briefing me on the narrative I'm meant to sell to the press.

"I met Martin at a charity event t. We were mutual friends. Martin's large heart pushed our relationship into something more. I didn't want to be in the limelight, so he protected me. Martin and I had been dating on and off for a long, but only after the last controversy did we realize we needed one other. "