CASSIE AND THE BIKERS

Cassie was walking to the woman's rest room. She had ten maybe fifteen minutes before Mayor Stanton summoned her to start their day. They had just finished the ritual that happened every morning. The entire staff would get on their knees in the mayor's office while Stanton did the invocation and a silent prayer. Cassie went into the rest room, checked to make sure all the stalls were empty then went into one. She unzipped the skirt that went down almost to the angles, took it off, and hung it on the hook. Then the panties were next. She straddled the toilet, grabbed the hair, and pulled it back. The pleasure bud was shy at first, but once it was stimulated it would turn red sticking out proudly. She massaged it gently at first and then flicked it hard. It only took a few moments before a little sweet release was going through her body because she was so excited about what was going to happen later that day. The bathroom door opened, and Cassie let out a quiet sigh wanting more time. She liked getting off in the bathroom; it was naughty. In an office of mostly women, it was hard to get the bathroom all to yourself. The phone started to buzz; the mayor was ready to start the day. She put on the panties and skirt. At least, it would be a short day because she was getting off at one. It was the first extra time off in eight months. The mayor had three appearances scheduled before noon. Stanton was a media whore, and every day was designed to get her on the evening news.

Cassie was just a volunteer when Stanton chose her as an assistant. Now she was deputy mayor. Stanton was religious and Cassie played along but there was another side that had to be satisfied. Of course, Stanton would dismiss her if she found out what Cassie had planned later that day. By ten a.m., she was wondering if the clock on her phone had quit because time was dragging. Cassie stood behind and just to the left of Stanton, out of the camera shot. Her mind wandered as Stanton droned on about how the city was going to revitalize the warehouse district. She thought about how it had been almost six months since Stanton had asked for a massage. It was obvious that the mayor being a devout Christian didn't require attention very often unlike Cassie, who wanted it all the time. She was thinking that if she was mayor, there would be a couple of assistants who could give it to her. Stanton would say that her neck hurt and Cassie would get behind her and massage the neck and shoulders. Cassie would reach down and unbutton the baggy blouse that she regularly wore. Stanton would always say that women in her position needed to use their brains and not their body, but Cassie was planning to use both. She would suck on her neck while pulling out the full breasts from the bra and massaging the nipples. It wouldn't take long before Stanton was sitting on the edge of the desk, and Cassie was kissing and sucking on her thighs. She enjoyed sucking on the large, thick, outer lips and tasting her musky juice. Twice, they went back to Cassie's apartment and used a double dildo driving it deep into each other, humping and kissing each other until their pussy juice was soaking the bed. Stanton just wanted a quick release and then definitely not talk about it but Cassie wanted to get wild, drive each other crazy with lust and have orgasm after orgasm until their legs and bottom were soaked in juice, and the place stunk of sex.