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 Diplomatic Circles

   By Donato
Summary: Man meets woman at a diplomatic cocktail party
Keywords: MF, cons, oral
Language: English
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   It was your typical boring Washington diplomatic cocktail party; this
one being held at the Russian embassy.  The junior people were doing their
best to impress the senior staff; the female administrators were hoping
they could connect with someone and get a free meal without having to fuck
for it and the usual political hangers on and hacks were strutting their
stuff hoping to get noticed enough so they would be invited to the next
affair.  It was spring and this was a ritual.  These affairs were usually
held in April and May before Congress adjourned for their summer break.

   But this year was different.  There was a war on, and an unpopular one
at that.  The President needed additional spending power and Congress was
holding back so it looked like a long hard battle before anyone would be
returning to their home offices.  And that was no big to anyone as they
were never in their home offices anyway.  Congressional recess was a
taxpayer paid vacation.  Everyone knew except the guy footing the bill,
you.

   Standing aside form the crowd was a tall attractive brunette, dressed in
the standard daily uniform: a female version of the chalk striped navy
suit. Her hair was up in the coif of the week and she had a petulantly
bored on her face as she sipped her third dry martini.

   She was noticed by one of the newsies who cover these things and he
slowly made his way over to her.  He figured she was a typical party girl
looking for a free meal and he could get a decent blow job for picking up
the check.  He was wrong.  Dead wrong.  She happened to be the assistant to
the under secretary of the treasury, graduate of the Wharton School and not
prone to play games.  She could buy dinner for just about everyone here and
not miss it.

   As he got closer he noticed that she had many admirers who attempted to
make contact and she icily blew them all of.  Just stood there surveying
the crowd and was now nursing her third dry martini.  He figured what the
hell, all she can do is blow me off too.

   He approached her and said, "Hi, have we met?"

   Her reply :"Well, that's at least honest and refreshing, no, we haven't,
I'm Rebecca, and you are...?"

   He was dumbstruck, he had gotten thru the shield, and stammered, "Uh,
AP, Clive Kilburn.  Perhaps you've seen some of my stuff in the Post."

   She looked at him and gave him a slow, very sexy smile, and replied,
"Well, you know Clive, I think I have.  You cover the financial beat, don't
you?"

   Again, dumb struck, "Why yes, have been for quite a while but I've never
run into you before" as he appraised what he could of her.  Tall, somewhat
on the plump side but likely had a great ass and magnificent tits.  He
gazed directly at her trying to make his baby blues even brighter hoping
she might deign to go somewhere with him.

   She looked at him, "Relax Clive, turn off the charm, you've made the
grade, lets talk about what we're going to do."

   Again she had stunned him.  He quickly regained some modicum of
composure and said, "Well personally, I hate these things but its my job to
cover the beat.  What's your excuse?"

   "I'm with Treasury and you never know what these Russian cocksuckers are
up to so I drew the short straw this evening." He was somewhat taken aback
by her bluntness but figured it came with the territory.

   It was a nice evening so he suggested they grab two drinks and go on the
rear patio where it wasn't so busy.  She looked at him, smiled and said,
"Grand idea, lets get the hell out of here." They each got them selves a
martini (her third) and walked out to the rear patio.  As expected, it was
deserted and a beautiful evening.  I wonder, he thought, no way, this lady
is too tough to fall for any bullshit line.  Best let sleeping dogs lie. 
She walked over to the railing, placed her drink on it and turned to him.
He looked at her and wondered if he was getting the signal he thought he
was so he placed his drink next to hers and stood close to her.  She had on
a heady perfume which he found quite pleasant.

   She meanwhile, was squirming in her panties.  For some reason this guy
was hot and he hadn't made a move on her and she was getting impatient. 
Best take things in my own hands thought she and as he got closer, she
reached out her arms and placed her hands on his shoulders.

   Uh huh, he thought, I wasn't mistaken and he placed his hands on her
firm hips.  I wonder if the rest of her is this firm.  She feels hard as a
rock and he felt a stir in his pants and as an erection began to form.  She
licked at her lips with the tip of her tongue, moistening them and slowly
parted her lips to reveal gleaming white teeth, slightly open.  He moved in
and kissed her eager mouth, tasting her lipstick and feeling her tongue
shooting into his mouth, probing and entwining with his.  She pulled him
close and ground her pubis into his crotch where his hardon was very
evident now.

   "Umm," she murmured, as she dropped one hand began to rub at his stiff
prick thru his pants.  He groaned as she rubbed him, his hardon getting
harder and harder.  She began to move her hand up and down his cock as she
mashed her mouth on his.  He reached behind her and cupped the cheeks of
her ass with his hands.  Her butt was firm; he liked the feel and began to
concentrate on her to take his mind off the pressure building in his groin.
He pulled her skirt up around her hips and slipped his hand under her
pantyhose and began to massage the eye of her ass.  He inserted the tip of
his finger in her ass and she pulled her mouth from his and whispered in
his ear.  "Oh yes, that's so good, slip that in and finger fuck my ass."

   He whispered back, "I'd rather fuck your pussy,".

   "Umm, not enough time or space here," as she unzipped his fly and pulled
his raging cock out and quickly bent over and inhaled him into her mouth.

   OHMYFUCKINGOD, he thought as her tongue worked his clock and she sucked
like a vacuum on his prick.  He knew he couldn't last so he just let his
load blow and his cum erupted straight down her throat.  She sucked him
until he was dry, swallowed everything, stood up, slipped his cock back in
his pants and smoothed her skirt.

   "Um good", she said "now lets finish our drinks."

   Dumbfounded, he clicked glasses with her, the kissed each other lightly
and began a pleasant conversation as any two people would as the other
guests started to drift out into the patio area.