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The year was 1978, and the sun-drenched office of Congressman John DuSell was bustling with activity. His alluring blonde secretary, Cony Ferrara, sat at her desk, diligently typing away at her typewriter. Little did the Congressman know, Cony had other ideas swirling in her pretty head – ideas involving his big, throbbing cock.

As the day wore on, Cony grew increasingly horny, her pussy dripping with need. She decided to take matters into her own hands and began to masturbate under her desk, her skilled fingers teasing and stroking her wet, wanting cunt. Cony worked her clit expertly, thinking about the Congressman’s huge cock pounding into her tight, needy holes.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and who should walk in but the object of her desires – Congressman DuSell himself. Cony quickly stopped her finger-fucking, trying to act nonchalant as her boss approached her desk. But the Congressman was no fool. He could see the lust written all over her face.

“Miss Ferrara, I can’t help but notice that you seem…distracted lately,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

Cony’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, her hazel eyes smoldering with desire. “Yes, Congressman,” she purred. “I’ve been thinking about you. About your big, hard cock. I want it inside me. I need it.”

The Congressman’s eyes widened at her brazen words, before a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Well, then. Let’s not leave the lady disappointed, shall we?” He slid his hand under her skirt and into her soaked panties, feeling how wet and ready she was for him.

Cony gasped at his touch, her hips bucking into his hand. “Please, sir,” she begged. “Fuck me. Use me. Make me yours.”

The Congressman didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped up her skirt and buried his face between her thighs, lapping at her dripping cunt. Cony moaned and writhed, her hands fisting in his hair as he ate her out like a starving man.

“Mmmm, you taste divine,” he growled against her pussy. “I can’t wait to feel this sweet snatch around my cock.”

With that, he stood up and unzipped his pants, freeing his massive, throbbing erection. Cony licked her lips hungrily at the sight of it. She reached out and grabbed it, stroking the hot flesh and feeling it pulse in her hand.

“Oh, Congressman,” she breathed. “You’re so big. So hard. I need this beast inside me right now.”

The Congressman wasted no time. He grabbed Cony’s hips and lifted her onto his desk, pushing papers and documents out of the way. He spread her legs wide and position himself at her entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging her wet, swollen lips.

“Beg for it, you wanton little slut,” he commanded. “Beg me to fuck your needy cunt.”

“Please, sir!” Cony cried out, her voice shaking with desperation. “Please fuck me with your big, hard cock! I need it so badly. I’ll do anything. Just please pound me with that gorgeous cock until I can’t walk straight!”

With a primal grunt, the Congressman slammed his hips forward, burying himself balls-deep in Cony’s tight, wet heat. They both moaned at the exquisite sensation, his thick cock stretching her tight little hole deliciously.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Cony cried out, her back arching off the desk. “You feel so good inside me! Fuck me hard, Congressman! Use my slutty body for your pleasure!”

The Congressman obliged, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he started to pound into her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Cony wrapped her long legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder, faster.

“YYYYESSSS!” she screamed, her cunt clenching and fluttering around his pistoning cock. “Fuck me, Congressman! Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am! Ruin my tight little pussy with that big, fat cock!”

His hips were a blur as he fucked her ruthlessly, grunting and cursing with each snap of his hips. The desk creaked and shook beneath them with the force of his thrusts, threatening to break.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Squeezing me like a vice. I’m not gonna last long with this hot little cunt.”

“Don’t hold back,” Cony panted, her tits bouncing wildly with each stroke. “Cum in me, sir! Fill me up with your hot, thick load! I want to feel your essence drenching my insides!”

With a roar, the Congressman buried himself to the hilt and exploded, his cock pulsing and jerking as he pumped Cony full of his potent seed. She screamed in ecstasy as she felt him flooding her, her pussy milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

They collapsed together on the desk, both panting and covered in sweat. The Congressman pulled out his spent cock, watching in satisfaction as his cum dribbled out of Cony’s well-fucked hole.

“I hope that was what you needed, my dear,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants. “Because that’s just the beginning. We’re going to have a lot of fun together, you and I.”

Cony gave him a lazy, satisfied smile. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, sir. Your humble servant is always at your beck and call.”

And so began the torrid affair between the Congressman and his naughty, insatiable secretary. He fucked her in his office, in his car, in the back of the capitol building. Whenever and wherever the mood struck him. And Cony took it all like the eager slut she was, always ready and willing to spread her legs for the man she served so diligently.

But you know what they say about all good things. Eventually, the Congressman’s wife caught wind of the scandalous affair. Cony was summarily fired and blacklisted from every political office in the state. But she went out with a bang – and a cum-tainted smile on her face.

The End