“Let’s just see what you’ve got here.” She said it, and even she couldn’t believe the words flying out of her mouth, she giggled. The silliness was instantly replaced by stunned amazement. Holy crap, she thought as she reached inside his shorts. Her hand felt the massive girth of his cock as she realized that her fingers couldn’t even wrap around it. It was huge. Easily the biggest one she’s ever held in her hand, or hands she thought. Here she was thinking that he was all mushy, soft and sweet, there was nothing mushy where it counted that was for sure! This cock was definitely something to write home about. As a matter of fact, it was something to write to everyone you knew about! She doubted it would even come close to fitting inside her mouth, but she was more than willing to give it the old ‘college try,’ so to speak.
Okay, she thought. Now I know why he’s so confident. She didn’t even try to hide her surprise as she looked up at him and directly into his eyes. Her smile said it all.
“Something wrong?” Logan asked with a knowing glimmer.
“Don’t be an arrogant asshole. Just sit back,” she chuckled.
She pulled him free of his jeans, admiring how straight the damn thing was. It wasn’t crooked, or pointed to the left or the right. It was, dare she think it, perfect. She held him tight at the base; it seemed to grow even larger right before her eyes. She reached out with her lips, kissing it seductively on the underside. The heat emanated from it could defrost Iceland, and the soft silky outer skin encased an ever increasing hardness that was impossible to ignore. She kissed up the length of underside before running her tongue across the top. It was even more massive than this shaft. She sank her mouth on it, and it filled her mouth immediately. For the first time in her life Leila gagged a little. But as it hit the back of her throat she stretched her lips around the head and began giving it the worship it deserved.
She could only comfortably get the head in her mouth without feeling like he would cut off any possible chance of breathing. Using both hands she stroked up and down, increasing the pressure of her grip with each stroke. He responded just as she hoped he would, his hips unconsciously trying to buck up and down. With both forearms pressing firmly down on his thighs, she had him pinned down. It was an illusion of course; he could pick her up and throw her to the moon if he wanted. But the pretense that she had him under her control caused her nectar to drip into her already damp panties. She was trying to dazzle him with her expert oral skills when in reality she was feeling like a fool for having such a disillusioned pre-conceived ideas about Logan. As she sucked she tried to recall another cock even remotely close to this size, she drew a complete blank. So far she’d been wrong about every single thing she’d thought about this man before she’d met him.
His hands briefly rested on her shoulders until he pulled her up, slamming his face to hers and he kissed her deeply. His passion was so literally breathtaking that Leila found herself struggling for air. She broke the kiss just in time to recover from nearly passing out. She still had a firm grip on his cock with her left hand, refusing to let go of her new toy. Finally he pulled her up and onto his lap, pressing his lips down onto her face once again, this time aware of her basic need for air. Leila had never been out of control in any situation, she now knew that she was teetering on a complete loss of her faculties. She watched without a sound as his hands, with perfectly pink, shaped fingernails now expertly removed her jeans. He had her full attention.
It was his turn now, and he was more than willing to drop to his knees and worship her. He firmly grabbed an ankle in each of his massive hands. She shivered to consider that a man this strong could just as easily crush her ankles at this very moment and leave her stumbling around on crutches the rest of her life…it would be worth it. As he kissed the inside of her left leg she felt herself growing weak, there was nothing except his touch now. Slowly working his way up to her thigh, Leila took a mental note that his eyes had changed to a deep menacing shade of green. They sparked with a new fire each time his lips touched her skin. She could feel his hardness pressing against her right calf as he continued his oral assault on her senses.
As he approached her sex, anticipation had built to a fever pitch. With both hands she grabbed his head and pulled him into her, grinding her sex against his face. She screamed with delight as his five o’clock shadow scraped the most delicious burn into her mound. “Oh yes!” she moaned, enjoying hearing her voice break the silence of the room. She didn’t care if she woke the neighbors. It was very good, oh yes Logan was so very good. Each stroke of his tongue electrified her. He began with slow tantalizing licks up and down her opening, and then his thumb found her pulsing bud and pressed it deeply. Leila’s moans filled the living room as his long tongue slid inside her, teasing her and making her beg him to give her more. He continued to lick her until she literally couldn’t stand it anymore. “Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me, please!” she begged, humiliated at her own weakness.
He released his grip on her clit and easily flipped her over onto her knees on the sofa. With a practiced hand he positioned himself at her entrance while keeping one massive hand in the center of her spine. She could only imagine what the throbbing manhood between his legs was going to feel like, but she knew she had to find out. Her tiny opening shivered in fear as the gigantic cock pressed against it. Leila had never felt fear at the size of a penis before, an unsolicited giggle left her throat. She was excited and afraid at the same time, like being on a roller coaster that was just leaving the platform. Logan carefully ran the head up and down her slit, coating himself with her juices and eased into her slowly. She wanted him now, fast and hard. She wanted him to split her wide open and fill every void. Her little cunt was twitching and angling in frustration at her mounting need. But once again he slowed the pace, and her agitation reared its ugly head. “C’mon baby, fuck me. I’m begging you!”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, sliding his hand up her spine with genuine concern.
Leila spun her head towards him like a woman possessed, narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth in a tight clench. “Fuck me, damn it! NOW!”
Logan stood still behind her for a moment considering, then forced inside of her hungrily, pushing his way past her tight outer lips without further hesitation. He began a slow and rhythmic pounding of her sex per her orders. She felt a warmth flood her crotch, filling her completely as his rock hard member invaded parts of her never touched before. Her body pulsed with pleasure as her moans got louder and louder. Logan was still too gentle her body complained. Couldn’t he see she liked it rough? “Put your thumb in my ass, Logan!”
“What?” His voice choked.
“You fucking heard me, put your thumb in my ass!”
Logan chuckled but slid the tip of his thumb into her sleek ass. She frightened him, intimidated him and excited him all at the same time. She moaned loudly as he filled her completely but still she begged for more. Logan, still apprehensive but excited beyond anything he’d known, took her hint and began to speed up his pace. It only brought him closer to orgasm but he painfully withheld the best that he could.
Leila began to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm seared through her body, causing her extremities to tingle. He began to slow his pace, but she still needed him to fill her. “Come for me, please. I need it!”
They were merely words to her now that her orgasm had subsided. But they were words that always seemed to bring her partners to their climax. Logan was no different from other men as he drove into her deep and held himself there, filling her completely with his hot liquid. When he was finally released from his own orgasm, he pulled out of her. Leila was again caught off guard as he lifted her from behind and spun her into his arms. She felt as tiny as a rag doll as he handled her. He stood in the middle of her mother’s living room as he gathered her into fetal position against his chest, “Damn, Leila.” He studied her pale blue eyes cautiously, searching for affirmation that she wasn’t injured. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
Leila smiled and kissed him lovingly with her swollen lips, “I’m not going to deny that I might find it hard to walk tomorrow, but every uncomfortable step will just make me horny for more of you, I imagine!”
“Not sure if that’s a good thing or not!” Logan laughed. Already she enjoyed the sound of happiness in his laughter. It was a sound she could live with forever. But Leila wasn’t a teenager with her first crush; she’d had great sex before. Okay she had to admit that she’d never had sex quite like that before but still, she had to maintain some semblance of normalcy. She had to remind herself that love was a luxury for those who didn’t mind languishing at the bottom of the food chain. Instantly she convinced herself that Logan couldn’t take her where she wanted to be…in the White House. Her mind was now taking sides against her, she wanted this man more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life…or did she? She finally broke the growing silence by patting his leg. As he stood her up on her feet again she said, “C’mon, let’s grab a shower!”
Coffee? Really?
It was strange to be awake at this hour, especially on a Sunday, she thought. Leila swung her legs over the edge of the bed and wiped her eyes. 7:15 a.m. blinked furiously on the alarm clock next to her bed. What was even stranger was the smell of freshly brewing coffee and the faint sounds of someone rustling around in the kitchen. No way, she thought with panic.
Leila pulled her hair back into a haphazard pony tail and slipped her feet into giant fuzzy slippers as she made her way down the stairs. Her mother was at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the morning paper. Patricia Johnson looked as though she was the cat who’d eaten the canary. “Good morning, Mother. I thought you were in Boston with Elise?” What had she heard? Logan had finally left at around four in the morning; they hadn’t bothered to be quiet because they were sure no one was home!
“Good morning, Leila,” she said, without even bothering to look up from her paper. “Coffee is ready, and there are fresh bagels in the pantry.” Leila took notice that her mother had already put on her make-up and was dressed to go out.
“Morning. Why are we up so early?” Leila mumbled in response. What she really wanted to ask was why the fuck are you here and what do you know?
“There have been some developments in District 2, and we’ve all have to cut our weekend short I’m afraid. I didn’t think you be moving before noon, after being up so late.”
“I’m sorry, Mother. I thought you were in Boston. Did I disturb you last night?”
“Not at all. In fact, I barely heard you two. Of course I only came in around two in the morning,” she said, her crooked little smile barely covered by the fine bone china coffee cup she pressed to her lips. She raised an eyebrow and winked, as if to give her approval. “I trust Logan had a good time?”
“Mother!” Leila said, feigning protest. “Really?”
Patricia chuckled under her breath. “I think it’s absolutely perfect.”
“You would.” Leila was beyond humiliated that her mother had been home for at least part of last night.
“So, you gonna tell me?” Patricia posed defiantly on her kitchen chair. She wanted, no needed to know just how serious this was between her daughter and Logan. If there was going to be some kind of backlash at the office from jealous interns, she wanted to be a step ahead.
“Tell you what?”
“Gonna see him again?”
Leila shot the most disapproving look she could muster, shook her head and sipped her coffee. “Mistake. Bad mistake.” It didn’t matter what Leila really felt about last night, the bottom line was that Logan didn’t fit into her plans. There was no need for her mother to exaggerate the matter and make it into something more than what it was: Leila and Logan having a good time. Besides, the thought of making her mother happy or excited about anything turned her stomach.
“I think it’s perfect. He’s grown into quite a handsome young man.”
Leila laughed to herself; yeah he has… grown that is. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Mother. Besides, I have so much to do, and I’ll be starting law school in a few weeks.”
“I guy like Logan could help you, ya’ know. In the future.”
“I seriously doubt that mother, besides he’s not my type.” No matter how hard her mother pressured her she wasn’t going to tell her that Logan was fucking amazing in every way. The only problem with Logan was that he had no political drive; as a matter of fact he didn’t seem driven to do a whole lot other than make her come repeatedly. That in itself would be enough for most women, but Leila wasn’t most women. She had to prove herself in this world, prove herself worthy.
“C’mon, Leila. You telling me Logan doesn’t meet your standards? What the hell’d they teach you at boarding school?”
Leila’s eyes flashed danger in neon, “Oh no worries Mother, they taught me exactly what you wanted them to. Not to expect a single thing from anyone.”
“Well that certainly is cynical and crass, even if I say so myself,” Patricia met her daughter’s icy glare. “You know dear, there’s nothing wrong with being in love at your age. I was in love with a man once; it was incredible. Of course two young people just playing around is healthy too. I think my point here is that hurting Logan is a bad idea. If you don’t have feelings for him, then don’t imagine yourself dragging him around as your pretty sidekick. Let him go. Lord knows the girls are lining up to get in his pants. I was starting to think he was gay.”
Leila couldn’t help but laugh; she’d wondered that same thing early last night. The irony of her mother being concerned about Logan’s feelings didn’t fly over her head either. Her mother hadn’t said, I hope he doesn’t hurt you…it was hurting Logan is a bad idea! Regardless, Leila wasn’t going to give her mother an inch to spin. “Let’s categorize it as just playing around, Mother. No one is going to get hurt. It was a just a ‘one time’ thing.”
“Well, if you say so. It’s a shame though; you two would make a helluva pair.” Patricia sipped her coffee silently before adding, “You absolutely sure there’s nothing there?”
Even Leila couldn’t quite put her finger on it. For the most part, he was a perfect gentleman. In fact, maybe too much of a gentleman. Maybe that was the entire problem with Logan, he didn’t require being conquered? “I dunno, Mother! Why do you even care?” She said with frustration.
For most mothers, that kind statement from their child would be devastating. For Patricia, it didn’t even sting. She had her reasons for wanting Leila to find love with Logan. It would serve so many purposes! For one it would keep her away from David. She wasn’t giving up on the notion of Leila and Logan quite so easily. Perhaps a bit of prompting was in order. “Of course I care, my dear. Everyone should experience love at least once in their life.”
“Well, I don’t know what’s between me and Logan, but rest assured it is not love.” She said the words, but that was the first time she even considered something like love as a reason for her feelings. In truth, Leila had no idea what most of her feelings were when it came to Logan; all she knew was that he excited her. Maybe it was love, maybe not. Either way, right now it doesn’t fit into my schedule. Again her mind was battling against her rationale.
“Leila, I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not. I wasn’t designed to be a mother; I’ve sucked at it and I don’t deny that. It was your father who wanted you so badly; he was going to raise you while I worked my career. That didn’t work out for any of us, but if I have one motherly statement inside me it’s don’t dismiss love.”
“What would you know about love?” Leila asked, making no effort to hide her disdain.
“You think I don’t know love? Your father and I were inseparable. He hung the moon for me, and I sliced it up and put it on crackers for him. I pray nightly that you will find a love like that. I damn sure know what it’s like to not have it in your life, and it’s not something I want for you.”
Leila stared at her mother in awe; she let out
a long breath of air. All of a sudden, a tiny speck of… what was it, compassion for her mother spread through her? “Relax Mother. There’ll be plenty of time for me to find love. Right now I’m concentrating on my career, thank you.” Leila was beginning to think that Logan had somehow passed on some ‘nice’ sperm last night; she should have taken her mother’s head off for pestering her about her relationship with Logan. But if Patricia kept on about it this chat was going to turn sour…fast.
Patricia sensed this conversation was beginning to go in the wrong direction, and instead of fanning the flames, she decided to drop it. “I’ve got to go get ready. I need you to be prepared for a trip to District 2. I’m not sure of the schedule yet so keep your phone on and be ready to go when or if Wendy calls you.”
“Sure, no problem,” Leila forced a smile.
Patricia nodded as she rose from the table and marched off to finish getting dressed. Leila poured a cup of coffee and mulled the thought of love around in her head. She hadn’t thought of love being the emotion she was feeling, but it made sense. She didn’t really have any experience with it, so it was hard to tell.
District 2
The problem with District 2 had escalated to the point that a team had to be sent in to diffuse mounting aggression from the Shipyard Workers Union. The Senator himself had been called in to mediate, so Leila found herself muddling through her notes on a private jet. Across from her Wendy Adams snored lightly against the soft leather seat. Her mother and the Senator were huddled in an agitated conference, and a stewardess anxiously paced up and down the single aisle. Leila had no interest in the shipyard workers; she’d read their affidavits and pleas for relief and had discarded them in her mind as petty. Half the country was on unemployment and these people were bitching about 401k’s and insurance premiums. She didn’t have the patience or the inclination to give them what they wanted. When she had her hand (or lips) on the pulse of the President, you could bet that the unions wouldn’t hold so much power. That is if she didn’t dissolve them altogether. She was tired of all the squabbling; these people needed to make concessions and get their asses back to work.
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