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Lobbying The President
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LOBBYING UP THE PRESIDENT (could be a true story...)
With a file folder tucked tightly underneath my arm, I
stormed into the Student Council office. I came with a mission;
and I intended to see it accomplished.
Several politically-correct Council Assembly members,
along with a collection of pinko radical special interest groups, had
been advocating Council to fund an ultra-left trash tabloid. After
weeks of intense protest, sit-ins, petitions, etc. Council was
virtually hung over the issue, with members' voting intentions
evenly split. One vote remained undecided - the President,
Katherine <name deleted>.
I really had no reason to be so passionately involved in the
debate, until the tabloid printed articles such as "Ban the high heel
misogynic device" "Nylon and oppression of womyn [sic]" "Burn
the garter belt - end male imperialist fantasies" and so on. No way
I was going to allow MY money to go towards funding this trash.
I did not pay student interest fees for this!
Before she became president I sat with Kathy in several
committees and came to know her quite well. She is quite a Greek
beauty, with shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, a well-
developed body, well-formed legs, and a preference for black
nylons. Indeed, I had given her a few foot massages, which she
enjoyed very much. Our relationship, however, is mostly
professional.
I walked into Kathy's office. She invited me over to the
couch, and I proceeded to present my case. Sitting sideways facing
me, she listened attentively, occasionally playing with the hemline
of her black miniskirt, stroking her black nylon-clad legs, or
moving her feet in and out of her black leather flats. I finished up
all my points, when she looked at me in the eye.
"Those were good points, but you know the other side have
good reasons for their case...and the protests are really loud" she
said.
I replied, "I don't care, Kathy. This proposal is NOT going
thru, no matter what. I'm doing anything to stop it."
She smiled. "Anything?"
"Anything." I said.
"Hmmm..." she said, tucking her left leg under her right
thigh. The lace tops of her stay-up black nylons are now in full
view, and I noticed she was not wearing panties. "You know, I've
been running around for meetings the whole day, and these legs
could use some TLC."
You sure know how to take advantage of the situation, I
thought. With one hand I started gently squeezing and stroking her
left leg. The nylons were very sheer, and were very silky to the
touch. My other hand removed her left shoe, and I smelled the
inside. She was not lying about running around; it smelled strongly
of foot sweat, mixed with leather. The nylon was sticking to her
foot, and her toes were very wet when I gently pinched them. She
always enjoyed it when I pinched her toes.
Her facial expression revealed her pleasure. However, she
wanted more. "I have two legs, you know." she reminded me. She
lifted up her left leg, and rotated it to my side, slowly passing her
toes across my nose in the process. My prick throbbed and a
shudder went thru my body as I detected the strong aroma oozing
from her toes. "I wore these nylons ALL DAY and ALL NIGHT
YESTERDAY too!" she laughed. I wanted to lick her toes, but she
playfully moved them out of reach of my tongue. "Not until both
legs are worshipped!" she explained.
I tucked her right leg to my other side, and began rhythmic
massaging of both her legs. She used my arm to remove her right
shoe, and the smell of her feet was now noticeable without
smelling them directly. It must have been days since these feet
were washed.
"Now clean my toes." she ordered, and shoved her feet to
my face. I nearly suffocated at the intense sweet smell. I proceeded
to lick her toes, giving each one my best attention. Meanwhile I
kept on stroking her thighs, and she began fingering her pussy. She
was also moaning softly.
"Take out your cock, and put it between my thighs." was
her next order, which I strictly followed. The feel of the sheerest
nylon rubbing and squeezing my cock put me in the highest state
of ecstasy. Pre-cum began dripping out of my prick, and was
promptly soaked in her nylons.
"Id love to have you cum on my thighs, but I have to meet
the government Minister of University Affairs after this," she said,
"so you have to blow your wad in my pussy instead." I was too
aroused to even respond, let alone do anything else.
She loosened her thighs, and guided my prick, which was
rock-hard, red, hot, and throbbing wet with pre-cum, up her tight
vagina. She then buckled her hips up and down. The sensation
triggered the biggest orgasm in my life. I felt my balls being
drained as I fired load after load of jitzm into her hot pussy.
Having totally emptied my balls, I fell back onto the couch,
trying to catch my breath. She slipped her feet, soaking with a
mixture of her foot sweat and my saliva, into her shoes.
I finally stopped panting. "Can I count on you to vote no
then?" I asked.
The response was "wait and see."
"Kathy, you are a dirty politician!" I protested.
"But thanks to you, I no longer have dirty toes." she
answered, with a cunning smile on her face.
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