Hello guest! (Level: guest) Log in

You can change the width of the story text shown below:
Use how much percent of the screen width?

[ default ] [ 10% ] [ 20% ] [ 30% ] [ 40% ] [ 50% ] [ 60% ] [ 70% ] [ 80% ] [ 90% ] [ 100% ]

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version  |  Mark story  |  Mark author

Don't forget to vote for this story, in the yellow voting box below the story!

The House of Commons was empty and silent well past midnight. The green benches stood witness to centuries of debate, but tonight they would see something far more primal.

The Prime Minister remained at the despatch box, pretending to review notes, her tight pencil skirt hugging her hips and her white blouse stretched across her large, heavy breasts. The current Speaker of the House had stayed behind as well. He watched her from the Speaker’s chair, his eyes dark with long-suppressed desire.

“Prime Minister,” he said, his voice echoing slightly in the vast chamber, “we seem to be the last ones here.”

The PM turned, a rare mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Perhaps that’s intentional, Mr Speaker.”

He rose and walked toward her with purpose. Without another word, he pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. She moaned softly into his mouth as his hands roamed down her back and gripped her firm arse through the skirt. She pressed her body against him, letting him feel the full weight of her tits against his chest.

The Speaker’s hands moved quickly, unbuttoning her blouse and yanking it open pulling it over her shoulders and off her arms so it hung behind her tucked in the wasteland of her skirt. Her impressive breasts, barely contained by the sheer black lace bra. He groaned at the sight, cupping them roughly and squeezing.

“God, these tits have been driving me mad for years,” he growled, burying his face between them. He kissed and sucked at the soft flesh, pushing the bra up so her stiff nipples were exposed. The PM gasped as he took one into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand pinched the other.

“Fuck me, Mr. Speaker,” she whispered, her usual composed voice now breathy and desperate. “Right here. On the floor of the Commons.”

He didn’t need telling twice. He spun her around and bent her over the despatch box, hiking her skirt up around her waist. She wasn’t wearing knickers. Her smooth, wet pussy glistened under the chamber lights. The Speaker freed his thick, throbbing cock from his trousers and rubbed the swollen head along her slick folds.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered, then thrust forward in one powerful stroke, burying himself deep inside her.

The PM cried out, gripping the edge of the box as he filled her completely. He was thick and hard, stretching her perfectly. He started fucking her with long, deep strokes, his hips slapping against her arse. The sound echoed through the empty chamber.

“Yes… harder,” she moaned, pushing back against him. Her big tits swung heavily beneath her with every thrust. He reached around and grabbed them, using them as handles to pull her back onto his cock harder and faster.

The wet sounds of their fucking filled the historic room, skin slapping skin, her moans growing louder, his grunts more primal. He pounded her relentlessly, one hand tangled in her hair, the other mauling her breasts.

“I’m going to cum,” The PM gasped, her body starting to shake.

“Cum for me,” the Speaker commanded, slamming into her even deeper.

She came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure ripped through her.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing heavily, his cock twitching inside her dripping pussy.

The PM turned her head, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Order… restored, Mr Speaker.”

The PM’s body was still trembling from her powerful orgasm, her pussy

Click here to read the rest of this story (57 more lines)

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version for easy saving or printing

ESmail: Click here to send a private message to John Day (with ESmail, the site's internal message system)

Authors appreciate feedback! Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!

Profile for John Day, incl. 7 stories Email: Johndayuk@protonmail.com Add this author to your favorite author list Add this story to your favorite story list Send this story to me through email

Give your opinion about this part: (You can vote for each part separately) select here 1 (terrible) 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5 (reasonable) 6 .. 7 .. 8 .. 9 .. 10 (excellent)

Send feedback to this author: Your name: Your message to John Day:     (You are not logged in, so you can't send private messages) Public: post this message in the public feedback below