Filthy smut

The Councilman's Desk

The Councilman's Desk

by KT Lynn

Themes: rough sex, M/F

Lucie Riley was the first person in the office that morning, just as she was most mornings. She flicked on the lights and weaved through the desks, walking carefully because she held a large coffee in one hand and a paper bag in the other. Lucie pushed the wooden door at the back of the office open with her hip and stepped in.

She paused and took a deep breath, looking at the shining cherry desk where City Councilman Reese Harris usually sat. Walking forward with something like reverence, Lucie placed Mr. Harris' coffee and bagel on his desk. She delicately straightened the few pens and files that still littered the desk. She wondered when Reese (she liked to call him Reese in her head sometimes because she would never dare to say it to him) had left the office last night.

Since Councilman Harris had decided to run for Mayor he'd been spending a lot of nights shut up in his office, pouring over papers and speeches long into the night. Lucie sank into the plush, silky leather of his office chair, running her manicured fingertips down the arms. She took another deep breath, marvelling at the clean, masculine scent that hung there. Her eyes fluttered closed and she breathed him in, her head tipping back into the padded leather. His scent swirled around her brain, confusing her and lighting a fire deep in her belly...

Someone cleared their throat and Lucie sprang out of the chair, nearly knocking it over. She straightened her skirt and jacket and turned red-faced to look straight into the eyes of Reese Harris, who was looking at her with some amusement. It was her turn to clear her throat, and when she spoke she sounded very composed. She was good at her job.

"Councilman Harris, good morning. I was just getting things ready for today." She stepped away, beckoning the Councilman towards his desk. Harris smirked at her, an eyebrow quirked, and sat down in his chair.

"Miss Riley, the election is today. We all have a lot to do, so let's try to keep our focus, shall we?" His voice was very firm, but his eyes were kind. Lucie nodded seriously and strode to the door, pausing only long enough to say, "Good luck today, Reese," without looking back at him.

The Councilman stared after her for a long moment before pushing her out of his mind and getting to work. Lucie had a harder time forgetting their encounter that morning, and spent a good deal of the day quite distracted.

She wasn't the only one, though. The pressure of the imminent election hung over the office like an unshakable fog, making everyone nervous and irritable. The usual office chatter was stifled and forced, and even the electronics seemed to be on the fritz. Lucie was on her hands and knees, attempting to deal with a jammed printer cartridge when Harris stepped out of his office and cleared his throat, looking slightly harassed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will meet tonight in the conference room to await the election results. Formal dress, please arrive before 7:30PM." He looked around at everyone, his eyes lingering on Lucie crouched on her hands and knees for a moment (or was it her imagination?) before he smiled and added, "We will be serving dessert and champagne. Plenty of it."

A cheer ran around the office and Harris grinned at everyone, nodding and stepping backwards into his office, closing the door and then the blinds. Lucie knew that he paced whenever he closed the blinds, and wondered how nervous he must be feeling now. The results were only hours away...

"Hey, got that printer working yet Luc?" Greg called from his desk a few feet away, his eyes fixed firmly on Lucie's ass.

"Working on it Greg!" she called, leaning forward to reach further into the printer.

Lucie left the office a little later than everyone else, leaving her little time to get ready for the banquet. She stripped off her clothes quickly and hopped in the shower, soaping up quickly. Massaging the sweet-scented shampoo into her scalp Lucie allowed her mind to wander. It jumped right where it usually did, to Reese Harris. Her hands slid over her soapy body and she pictured his powerful hands and shoulders, his dark hair and firm, full mouth...Her hand had slid between her legs before Lucie realized that she didn't have time for this.

She rinsed her hair and body, quickly shaving her legs and underarms. She hesitated a moment, razor still in hand, contemplating. Gently, carefully, Lucie stroked the razor over the downy brown hair between her legs, leaving a bare, smooth strip of skin. She smoothed some shaving cream over herself and carefully removed the rest of the hair, then ran her hands over her bare pussy, admiring it. Her fingers slipped between her lips and nudged her clit, making her draw in a sharp breath.

Lucie wondered what Reese would say if he could feel it.

Thinking of her boss brought her back to reality and she stood up straight, turning off the shower and towelling off. Her mind was back to business. If the Councilman won the election tonight...her life could change forever. She would be the personal assistant to the Mayor, a coveted position. And it meant she would be able to spend even more time with Reese...

She bent to pull up her black stockings, wiggling them carefully up her curvy thighs and sliding into a tight black knee-length sheath. The back was low, and Lucie spent a moment staring at her backside in the mirror (wondering to herself if it was too low) before she slid her stockinged feet into a pair of sensible black pumps. Applying her makeup with a delicate hand, she swiped on a darker-than-normal lipstick. Tonight was an occasion, after all. She grabbed her coat on the way out and sped back to the office, anxious not to be late.

She strode into the conference room briskly, unaware of all of the eyes on her because she only had eyes for one man in the room. She found him immediately, standing at the window staring out of the window wearing a dark suit and a darker expression. Lucie wanted to say something to help him, to ease the tense set of his broad shoulders...but she couldn't think of anything. He didn't look like he wanted to talk anyway.

She was quickly drawn into a conversation with a young city planner. He admired her dress and, plied with several glasses of very nice champagne, Lucie laughed brightly at his jokes. But she, like Reese, couldn't keep her mind on the conversation when the results of the election loomed so close. The entire room was waiting, desperate to know if their work over the past few months of the campaign had been a success.

The city planner (Darren, Lucie thought was his name) drifted off after a while, sensing her distraction. Emboldened by the champagne, Lucie grabbed two more of the sparkling, fluted glasses off of a nearby tray and approached Councilman Harris where he brooded darkly in his corner. She smiled at him and offered the glass, which he took with a nod.

"Good luck, Councilman," she told him softly, raising her glass to him.

"Thank you," Harris replied in a slightly flat voice. He clinked his against it softly, giving her a tight smile. She saw in the set of his jaw and his tight grip on the delicate glass that he was very nervous. His face and neck were flushed, and his entire body seemed to be rippling with tension. Lucie longed to slide her hands up his rigid, muscular back and massage his shoulders until the tension melted out of them. She licked her lips and looked into his face, searching his eyes. The councilman looked back at her, his face closed off.

The champagne was getting the better of her. Lucie knew that her own face was flushing brightly, but not because of nerves. She'd imagined it many times, getting on her knees under Reese's desk and easing his tension in the best way she knew how. The thought of his hard, smooth cock in her mouth made her knees slightly weak. Lucie couldn't stop picturing it; Councilman Harris standing above her in his dark suite, trousers unzipped and his thick cock protruding from them. He would hold her head between his broad hands, directing her mouth exactly where he wanted it.

She ached to give him exactly what he wanted.

Lucie snapped out of her reverie, realizing she was still staring at Reese's rigidly polite face. She shook her head and took a long sip from her champagne glass.

"I'm sorry, Councilman." She smiled, hiding her inner turmoil. "I'm very nervous about the results."

He looked at her for another long moment, still unreadable, before turning back to the window.

"As we all are, Miss Riley."

Well, thought Lucie sharply, if he doesn't want to talk to me then that's just fine. For perhaps the first time, she wondered why exactly she loved him so much. He had a sharp tongue and was frequently impatient. Working for him could be a thankless task. She strode away in a huff, heels clicking sharply as she went. Lucie collected another glass of champagne and sat down to wait for the results, still fuming.

But she made the mistake of looking over at him, standing straight as an arrow at that dark window, and her heart softened. He was as passionate as he was severe, as Lucie knew very well. She had worked with Councilman Harris for three years now, e
ver since she'd left the university. He worked tirelessly for the protection of those struggling with poverty or health issues. He'd stuck his neck out a few months ago for a bill that would provide more funding to the city schools. Reese Harris was a good politician, and a better man.

She watched him when he though no one was. He caught his full lower lip between his teeth, worrying it. Lucie sighed, tipping more champagne into her mouth. She was beginning to feel quite lightheaded, and couldn't help wishing fervently that it was her lip between his straight, white teeth. She wondered what he was like in bed. Her imagination whisked her away again, and she pictured Reese on top of her, kissing her softly as the thick, round head of his cock pressed against her wet entrance. She was ready, she had wanted this for so long...Her legs would spread and he would thrust in slowly, gently, kissing her sweetly. He would move painfully slowly, teasing her, making her beg and plead for more before he gave in and fucked her. He would fill her up perfectly, she knew it. Her face was flushed and tingling and she just stopped her hand from creeping up under her skirt. Her panties were damp and her pussy ached to be filled. Lucie took a deep breath, steadying herself and polishing off the rest of her glass.

An angry roar of sound swept suddenly through the crowd, and her head jerked towards the television so fast she worried she might have given herself whiplash. She stood up slowly while her heart sank through the polished wood floor. The votes were counted, and it was over. They had lost.

Her eyes flicked immediately to Reese, who was staring at the floor in front of him, face twisted with some bitter emotion. He looked the very picture of defeat. She understood why, he had been working toward this for years. They all had. While she watched him, he straightened and his face cleared. An empty smile spread over his mouth, but his eyes were like blue chips of ice. He cleared his throat and the crowd of his colleagues who had been chattering angrily quieted, turning to face him.

"I'd like to thank you all for your hard work. Whether or not we won, we put up a good fight, ladies and gentlemen. All of that comes down to your diligence. I invite you to enjoy the rest of your evening. There is still plenty of champagne, and it seems silly to waste it. You've all worked hard, so please celebrate tonight." He nodded at everyone and strode to his office, clicking the door shut behind him.

Despite their disappointment, everyone took part in the rest of the champagne, finishing it within the hour. Drunk and disappointed, one by one (and depending on how much champagne they'd had, two by to) people began to drift home, offering quiet condolences to each other. Lucie felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Darren, the young city planner, looking at her a little blearily. He was drunk.

"Shitty way to end the night, huh? Harris seems really ripped up about it."

Lucie nodded at him, wishing he would stop touching her shoulder, and spoke primly. "He has a right to be. The Councilman worked very hard for this. It's a great disappointment to all of us, but Monday it's back to business. There's always the next election."

Darren snorted, sliding his hand from her shoulder down to her curved hip and squeezing it lightly. "I think we can still save tonight, though, Lucie." His hand slid around to grip her ass and pull her towards him. "What do you think?" She could feel his breath on her mouth.

She stomped smartly on his foot and shoved him away while he howled in pain. "I certainly don't. Go home, Darren." He hobbled away, cursing under his breath. Lucie realized she was alone in the conference room. Reese's office seemed dark, and she wondered if he had gone home with everyone else. But her head was cloudy with champagne, and she wanted to check on him. If she was upset, then it was nothing to the way he must be feeling.

She walked over to the heavy oak door slightly unsteadily and knocked quietly, pressing her ear to the door and waiting for a response. It didn't come, and she tapped on the door again. Nothing. She turned the knob and seeing that it was unlocked, so she pushed the door open and stepped in. The office was dark. Reese was standing behind his desk, facing away from her. His shoulders were rigid and his hands were balled into tight fists at his side. Anger and tension radiated from him, and Lucie almost slid out of the office as quietly as she'd entered it.

But she couldn't lose her nerve now.

She cleared her throat quietly to announce her presence. He didn't move a muscle.

"I'm sorry, Councilman." She took a few more steps into the office, walking until she stood next to him. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Reese didn't look at her. He didn't move at all. "Go home, Lucie," he told her, his voice tight with control.

But she couldn't. She swallowed hard and stepped right in front of Reese, looking up into his shadowed, angry face. "I won't. I have something to say, Councilman."

He looked at her, finally, eyes flashing coldly. "Then say it."

Her mouth twitched, and she wondered if she'd made a mistake. It was too late to worry about that now, though. "I just wanted to tell you that it doesn't matter to me that you didn't win the election. You're a great politician. You're strong and passionate and...and good. And you'll get everything you want some day." She looked into his face, searching his icy eyes before pressing her lips to his cold cheek. "I love you, Reese. I've loved you for years. I would do anything for you." His face didn't change at all. There was still no warmth in his eyes. Wondering if she was crazy, Lucie stepped even closer to him and wound her arms around him, pressing herself close.

He remained very rigid as she held him. She kept her arms wrapped around him for as long as she dared, but her courage failed and she loosened her hold, preparing to step away. Suddenly his hands were locked on Lucie's upper arms with a grip that she thought might bruise her. His eyes, still frighteningly cold searched her face.

"You should have left," he told her quietly, and pressed his lips against hers.

Lucie's head spun as he kissed her. She had been waiting for this for almost three years. She couldn't catch her breath. His hot tongue pressed against her lips and she opened them willingly, sliding their tongues against each other. His kiss went swiftly from warm to passionate and deep, and Lucie's knees went weak. His arms went around her waist, crushing her body to his. She loved the way her breasts crushed into his firm chest, loved the way his hands clutched desperately to her. Lucie gasped into his mouth as he took a swift step forward, pressing her against the wall. His hips pushed into hers, and she realized with a surge of frightened arousal that his cock was stiffening against her.

Reese's hands moved up her body and pulled down the zipper of her dress in one swift motion. Tearing his mouth from hers, he shoved the straps off her shoulder and pushed the dress down around her waist, exposing her sheer pink bra. His hands closed over her round breasts, teasing her nipples to hardness and then pinching them roughly. His mouth closed over her neck and he bit down harshly. Lucie choked back a scream, now definitely frightened.

"Councilman," she breathed in a shaky voice, "Reese, what are you doing?"

He didn't stop. "I told you to leave, Lucie," he said into her neck. "You didn't listen." He jerked her shift down around her ankles, exposing the matching thong. Neither sheer, tiny undergarment did much to keep her from feeling completely exposed. Reese reached around her and pulled off her bra swiftly and her breasts spilled out, bouncing. He bent and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, nipping it meanly.

Lucie couldn't move, couldn't think. She'd imagined this scenario so many times, but never like this. Reese was rough, urgent, and dominant. She didn't think she could stop him from doing what he wanted even if she tried. But she knew she wouldn't.

Reese yanked down her panties, leaving her naked except for her stockings and pumps. In one motion he grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her face down onto his desk. Her breasts and face were crushed against the cold wood, and she whimpered in fear. She couldn't
help the heat spreading between her legs, though. Her entire body went rigid as she felt something warm and hard pressing against her slippery entrance. Involuntarily, she scrabbled forward over the desk, trying to get away.

Reese laughed meanly, hauling her back and holding her steady. "What's the matter, Lucie? Not how you pictured it? Did you think I would be your knight in shining armour?" He laughed again, and her face burned bright red against the icy wood. His palm connected hard against her ass cheek, and she whimpered. It hurt, but Lucie felt herself growing even wetter. He spanked her again, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "Slut." His hand cracked against her ass again. "Whore." Again, pain. He licked her ear. "You think no one notices the way you dress, Lucie?" CRACK. She moaned in pain. "Every man in the office has a sock at home with your name on it, you dirty," CRACK "little" CRACK "bitch."

His spanked her even harder, and Lucie choked out a small sob. He spanked her again, and she began crying in earnest. This only seemed to egg Reese on. He slid his hand down her ass towards her pussy, and down her inner thighs.

"I hear you crying, Lucie, but your pussy is soaking wet. It's running down your thighs. Let me show you..." He yanked her head up by her hair and shoved two slippery fingers inside of her mouth. "Lick yourself off my fingers, Lucie. Be a good girl." Still crying a little, Lucie did as she was told, sucking every bit of slippery pussy juice off the councilman's fingers. He dropped her head back on the desk when she was done and stroked her hair, his fingers sliding over the wet slit of her pussy.

"Very good, Lucie." His fingers swirled against her entrance, making her forget the pain of his spanking. Her legs spread and she pressed back, dying to feel them fill her up. Reese laughed again and his fingers disappeared to be replaced by something much larger. Lucie gasped, but didn't try to escape. Reese shoved his bare cock into her to the hilt, stretching her much too quickly. She screamed, and he covered her mouth roughly.

  "Shut up, whore," he hissed, beginning to rock back and forth inside of her. She whimpered and sobbed into his hand, but this just seemed to make his cock even harder inside of her. He fucked her over and over, using her pussy as he saw fit. Every time he thrust deep inside of her a flash of pleasure swept through her body, and she knew that she was going to come soon whether she wanted to or not. His other hand closed around her throat, squeezing until her sobs quieted and she could barely breathe. Her vision swam slightly, but she could feel her climax building. Her clit rubbed against the cool wood of the desk with his every thrust. She made a little keening noise, using the very last of her air and he squeezed her throat even harder.

"I told you to shut up," he said very evenly, and rammed his cock into her, slamming against her cervix. She exploded under him, her pussy squeezing his thick cock over and over as she humped against the desk. She didn't even have the air to moan.

Reese laughed, drilling into her contracting pussy as she came. "That's a good girl. Nice and quiet." He felt her finish and pulled out, stepping to the over side of the desk and turning her onto her back. Her head hung off the desk, and she gasped for breath, massaging her throat and still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Reese held her mouth open with one hand and she felt his hot, hard cock, still slippery with her own juices, slide into her mouth. He slapped her sharply.

"No biting." Reese began to thrust into her mouth, using it more gently than he had her pussy. But he was growing more erratic, and Lucie could feel his thick cock pressing against the entrance to her throat. She choked, slippery spit running down her face, and felt the head of Reese's cock pop into her throat. She moaned, choking down the instinct to vomit, and the vibrations made him thrust even harder. He was fucking her throat hard now, barely letting her breathe. His hands closed over her bouncing tits, squeezing them harshly as he pounded her mouth. She could tell by his erratic thrusting that he was close, and she moaned again, desperate to breathe. He came suddenly, squeezing her nipples and fucking her mouth deeper than ever as he spilled his salty come deep in her throat. She could still taste it, somehow.

Reese slid his softening cock out of her throat and stepped away, zipping his pants and sinking into his office chair. Lucie still lay sprawled, naked and used, over the desk. She didn't move for a long moment, but eventually she forced herself to get up. She collected her clothes quickly, avoiding Reese's eye and trying not to think about what had just happened. She dressed swiftly, facing away from him. She walked to the door, only pausing at his quiet, "Lucie."

She looked back at him, seeing the change that had come over his face. The ice and desperation, the tension and fury had all gone from him. He was Reese again, her Reese. She let go of the handle and approached him slowly, looking into his eyes. She saw regret there, and fear.

"Don't be sorry," she said shortly. "I'm not. I love you, Reese." She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering for just a moment before standing to leave.

"Lucie, I...thank you," said Reese slowly. He sounded more unsure than she had ever heard him. He cleared his throat and spoke more confidently. "Thank you. Would you like to have dinner Monday night after work?"

Lucie was silent for a long moment, but a warm tingling pleasure spread through her chest. She didn't look back at him, but strode to the door.

"Yes, Reese. I would."

She turned the knob and left the office, glancing back at him for just a moment. Reese Harris sat at his desk, hands folded, and a small smile playing around his lips. It was very satisfying to know that she had put it there. She knew it would be a long time before she could look at the councilman's desk the same way again.