The mayor sat back in his plush leather chair and pointed his remote
control at the large-screen TV on his office entertainment center. He saw the
blue screen flicker to life and saw her. His large, black cock gave a twitch
down the inside seam of his pin-stripped slacks. He adjusted his position so his
snake-like tool could lengthen without interference. "Continuing with my special
report on corruption in the Mayor's office, tonight I focus on the man himself,
the honourable Theotis Johnson," the pretty blond reporter said. Mayor Johnson
unconsciously reached down to pet his stirring monster. Reported Tracie Savage
always made him look bad in the press, but she never failed to give him a
rock-hard erection. Looking at her full, pouty lips, her lithe, trim figure, her
large, blue eyes. He closed his eyes and imagined those lips wrapped around the
head of his dick, saliva dripping from her chin, a look of adoration in those
innocent eyes. He longed to grab her by she short, pert hairdo and pull her head
farther down his bloated pole. "Inside sources have told this reporter," she
said, her voice the very pinnacle of aloof professionalism, "that Mayor Johnson
has systematically engaged in a series of sexual harassments of his female
staffers..." Mayor Johnson snorted contemptuously. The only bitches that ever
complained were the occasional closet lesbians he mistakenly made passes at. The
other women were always very pleased to take him on and to test his legendary
size and vitality. Theotis Johnson by now had a full-fledged vein-bulging
erection. It formed a tubular lump down the leg of his slacks and reached almost
to his knee. He worked his cock through the expensive wool pants, feeling it's
heat and hardness with satisfied fingers. "Most recently, I spoke with one
staffer who has a current civil case pending against the Mayor for his alleged
misconduct..." The report cut to some file tape of Tracie interviewing some dyke
file clerk Johnson remembered fingering in a City Hall elevator. Johnson's wife
lips curled into a smile as he took in a full body shot of Tracie. She had a
thin, hoydenish figure with long, athletic legs. Her conservative skirt and
jacket showed a hint of her budding, smallish breasts. Johnson wondered if she
had blond pubic hair. If she had large areolas. If her clit became distended
when she was aroused. Mayor Johnson was shaken from his reverie by the annoying
buzz of his intercom. "Your honor, Lieutenant Lassen is here to see you."
Johnson quickly switched off the TV and slid his legs, with his oozing hard-on,
under his massive mahogany desk. "Send the Lieutenant Lassen in, please", he
said into the intercom. Police lieutenant Paula Lassen marched into his office
in her tight, blue uniform shirt and skirt. Her firm, pointy breasts jogged up
and down with each step of her high-heeled feet. Johnson watched her cross the
expanse of his office with a appraising eye and chuckled to himself. Only last
month Lieutenant Lassen had been recognized at the female officer of the year by
the state chapter of the National Organization of Women. In her acceptance
speech Paula Lassen told the assembled admirers that, even in this man's world,
a woman with spunk, drive and expertise could advance herself. Johnson knew from
personal experience that the only spunk Paula had was what ran down her chin
after she gave him one of her hallmark sloppy blow jobs, the only drive was when
he drove his horse cock up her gizmo, and the only expertise was her admirable
oral and vaginal skills. He wished he could see the faces of the NOW gang if
they ever learned that she had been promoted solely on her willingness to fuck
her way to the top. Johnson had taken notice of her when she was a fresh-faced
rookie and newlywed of 21. He hadn't cared about her marital status one iota,
but the fact that she was one of his cops meant he had considerable power over
her. She was now, at 27, the youngest lieutenant in the history of the police
department and was the head of his personal body guard detail. "Theo...uh...I
mean, Your Honor" she said, a slight smile curling the corners of her sensuous
mouth. "The door is shut, Paula. You can call me Theo....or donkey dick. Do you
have the information I requested?" Paula Lassen pulled a chair up close to
Johnson and crossed her incredibly long and tanned legs. She produced a manila
folder from under her arm. "Here's everything I could get on Savage, Sir. I
check all the normal channels and I also detailed a man to surveil her for a few
weeks." Johnson could detect a hint of typical female jealously in the officer's
voice. As Johnson leafed through the folder Lassen continued, "She is married to
her journalism professor from college. He is twenty years her senior. She works
out two or three times a week at a gym. She is, by all accounts, faithful to her
husband." Johnson frowned. This isn't what he wanted to hear. Then he noticed a
mischievous smile on the face of the blond officer. "But...she was a bit of a
spade freak in college...I'm sorry! I meant to say she liked to date black
guys." Johnson's face brightened. His pulse raced and his dick throbbed. "You
did good, Paula", he said, sliding his chair back to reveal his distended
slacks. "Now, here's your reward!" Paula Lassen smiled seductively and began to
unbutton her crisp, starched uniform. **** Savage had for weeks tried without
success to arrange a personal interview with Mayor Johnson. So it came as a
pleasant surprise when she received word that the Mayor would now consent to
such an interview. Tracie Savage arrived at City Hall with a minicam operator
and waited in the mayor's outer office. "Ms Savage", the pretty receptionist
said (Savage noticed that all the women in City Hall were uncommonly pretty),
"the Mayor will see you know. He wants to talk to you about the interview alone,
first, to set some ground rules." Savage shrugged her narrow shoulders and told
the minicam operator to wait for her. This was, after all, not an uncommon
request from a politician. Savage entered the office and was surprised to see
the Mayor working out on an exercise bike. "Please come in, Tracie. May I call
you Tracie?' he asked. "Most certainly, your honor", Savage said, looking around
the palatial office. Johnson dabbed a towel at his sweaty brow and approached
her. "Come now, Tracie. Call me Theo. please." "Alright, sir. But when we are on
tape I prefer to call you Mayor Johnson'" "Of course. Drink?" He fixed himself a
cocktail. "No thank you, sir." As he sipped his drink Johnson let his eyes
wander up and down the reporter. She was dress in a neutral gray jacket and
pleated skirt. What excited him was that she wore black stocking. He hoped that
they were not panty hose. "What I mean to address in this interview is the
allegations of rampant sexual harassment and abuse here in City Hall..." "You
have the most wonderful eyes, Tracie." Savage felt the blood rise to her face.
She had been caught off guard. "Er...uh...thank you, sir." She tried to return
to her notes. "And very nice tits," Johnson smirked. "Now SIR!" Johnson plopped
himself down in a chair facing the blushing reporter. He had her on the ropes
now and had to keep slugging. He leaned back and spread his knees. Tracie gasped
audibly when she noticed that the mayor was not wearing any supportive
undergarment and his large penis was lying lazily down the inside of one leg of
his loose sweat pants. She instantly felt her nipples harden and unconsciously
she began to grin her knees together. She tried to return to her notes but she
could no longer seem capable of concentration. "You like this, don't you?" The
mayor chuckled, flipping his yet-massive cock with a fingertip. "I think maybe I
should leave..." Savage said meekly. But she made no movement to rise from her
seat but instead sat mesmerized by his huge tool. The mayor stood up, his
thickening cock now only inches from the reporter's nose. He thrust his hips out
slightly to maximize the size and angle of his dong. "You've been a very nasty
girl, Tracie. You've been writing bad things about me. I think you need a little
punishment." With that he tugged down the waist of his sweat pants and his
growing cock sprang free. It touched Tracie on the nose and she instinctively
drew her face back. "Now now, don't be shy. You like black cock, don't you?"
"I...I...I'm not prejudice, if that's what you mean." she said in almost
inaudible tone. "No. You LIKE black cock. Say it!" "I like black cock", she said
as if in a daze. Johnson noticed now that her legs were rubbing together quickly
now, trying to quell the urge in her loins. Johnson worked his cock with his
meaty fist, bringing it to full glory. He waived it back in forth in front of
her face in a practiced manner. Her wide-open eyes followed it's movement, her
jaw agape. "Suck it, Tracie. Suck my big black cock," he said in a deep growl.
Tracie needed no more encouragement. She quickly opened her mouth maximally and,
grabbing the stem of his cock in her dainty fist, popped the faired head into
her hot, wet mouth. She frantically worked his cock back and forth with both
fists, her eyes now closed in serine ecstasy. "Holy shit, woman! You do love
this black cock, don't you?!" Johnson said with genuine surprise. Tracie moaned
in the affirmative and continued to suck and pump the ebony root with careless
abandon. Her cheeks deformed obscenely as she applied maximum suckage and her
head rolled from side to side on the axis of this pulsating cock. Tracie was
even better than Paula Lassen, Johnson thought, his head spinning. Loud slurping
and kissing sounds leaked from around Tracie's stretched lips. She tried to pull
as much of his cock into her mouth as possible but it's girth prevented more
than three inches from filling her hot mouth. Johnson could feel the vibrations
of her moans through his cock to the base to it's root near his puckered ass
hole. He was afraid she was going to suck the black off his dick! How would he
explain that to his wife? Tracie finally freed one hand and cupped his swinging
balls. With a mighty grunt Johnson grabbed the sides of Tracie's head and began
thrusting like an animal possessed. His face was a mask of intense excitement,
his teeth bared, his eyes popped, focused on infinity. His actions caused
another inch of fat cock to enter her mouth and shut off her air supply as it
hit the back of her throat. Tracie began to struggle to pull her skull off the
pistoning organ but to no avail--his strength was far greater than her's. Her
only hope of survival was to make him cum quickly. Tracie Savage promptly buried
the middle finger of her left hand to the hilt up the thrusting mayor's bung
hole and wiggled it violently. The action of the star reporter's masterful
finger sent the mayor over the edge of blissful abandon. With one last mighty
shove her rammed his cockmeat down her yielding throat. Jet after jet of thick,
hot, baby batter coated her throat and shot down her gullet. Tracie swallowed as
quickly as she could but the sheer amount of his cum overwhelmed her peristaltic
abilities. Savage, mustering all of her might, shoved the mayor back with her
hands on his rippled belly. Mayor Johnson fell onto his back, his body in a
semi-fetal pose. His knees were drawn up and his hands still held an imaginary
head over his wildly arcing, wildly spitting cock. His hips moved up and down by
reflex, his eyes were wide open but sightless. His teeth were grinning and an
almost wicked smile graced his ebony, sweaty face. Tracie sat back in her chair,
gasping for breath. At first she thought the mayor had died and that his body
merely jerked in it's death throes. She saw his fat balls pumping out the cloudy
ejaculate and saw it somersaulting high in the air, falling onto his belly and
chest. She tried to say something, to ask him if he were ill, but her abused
throat would not function correctly. At last, after what seemed like an
eternity, the mayors features soften and his movements less pronounced. His arms
and legs slowly yielded to gravity, like those of a dying cock roach. His spent,
shinny cock lay heavily on his belly, slowly writhing from side to side. His
balls relaxed in their sack and hung limply over his ass hole. "Mayor, are you
alright?" Tracie croaked. "Alright? Fucking A tweety, I'm alright! That was the
best fucking blow job I've ever had!" he hissed between still-clenched teeth,
his dull eyes slowly refocusing. Savage smiled to herself with a trace of pride.
She had indeed delivered an award winning BJ. ******** Back at the station
Tracie allowed the make-up artist to touch up her cheeks and lips. "Well?" the
girl asked. "Well', Tracie grinned mischievously. "He was everything I have
heard, and more! Doing this story was one of the best ideas I've ever had!"
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