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MAYOR (interracial, con, reporter)

I welcome any comments on this, my second story.
The mayor sat back in his plush leather chair and pointed his remote
control at the large-screen TV on his office entertainment center. He saw
the blue screen flicker to life and saw her.  His large, black cock gave a
twitch down the inside seam of his pin-stripped slacks.  He adjusted his
position so his snake-like tool could lengthen without interference.
"Continuing with my special report on corruption in the Mayor's office,
tonight I focus on the man himself, the honorable Theotis Johnson," the
pretty blond reporter said.
Mayor Johnson unconsciously reached down to pet his stirring monster. 
Reported Tracie Savage always made him look bad in the press, but she
never failed to give him a rock-hard erection.  Looking at her full, pouty
lips, her lithe, trim figure, her large, blue eyes.  He closed his eyes
and imagined those lips wrapped around the head of his dick, saliva
dripping from her chin, a look of adoration in those innocent eyes. He
longed to grab her by she short, pert hairdo and pull her head farther
down his bloated pole.
"Inside sources have told this reporter," she said, her voice the very
pinnacle of aloof professionalism, "that Mayor Johnson has systematically
engaged in a series of sexual harassments of his female staffers..."
Mayor Johnson snorted contemptuously.  The only bitches that ever
complained were the occasional closet lesbians he mistakenly made passes
at.  The other women were always very pleased to take him on and to test
his legendary size and vitality.
Theotis Johnson by now had a full-fledged vein-bulging erection.  It
formed a tubular lump down the leg of his slacks and reached almost to his
knee.  He worked his cock through the expensive wool pants, feeling it's
heat and hardness with satisfied fingers.
"Most recently, I spoke with one staffer who has a current civil case
pending against the Mayor for his alleged misconduct..."  The report cut
to some file tape of Tracie interviewing some dyke file clerk Johnson
remembered fingering in a City Hall elevator.  Johnson's wife lips curled
into a smile as he took in a full body shot of Tracie.  She had a thin,
hoydenish figure with long, athletic legs.  Her conservative skirt and
jacket showed a hint of her budding, smallish breasts.  Johnson wondered
if she had blond pubic hair.  If she had large areolas.  If her clit
became distended when she was aroused.
Mayor Johnson was shaken from his reverie by the annoying buzz of his
intercom.  "Your honor, Lieutenant Lassen is here to see you."
Johnson quickly switched off the TV and slid his legs, with his oozing
hard-on, under his massive mahogany desk.
"Send the Lieutenant Lassen in, please", he said into the intercom.
Police lieutenant Paula Lassen marched into his office in her tight, blue
uniform shirt and skirt. Her firm, pointy breasts jogged up and down with
each step of her high-heeled feet.
Johnson watched her cross the expanse of his office with a appraising eye
and chuckled to himself.  Only last month Lieutenant Lassen had been
recognized at the female officer of the year by the state chapter of the
National Organization of Women.  In her acceptance speech Paula Lassen
told the assembled admirers that, even in this man's world, a woman with
spunk, drive and expertise could advance herself.  Johnson knew from
personal experience that the only spunk Paula had was what ran down her
chin after she gave him one of her hallmark sloppy blow jobs, the only
drive was when he drove his horse cock up her gizmo, and the only
expertise was her admirable oral and vaginal skills.
He wished he could see the faces of the NOW gang if they ever learned that
she had been promoted solely on her willingness to fuck her way to the
top.  
Johnson had taken notice of her when she was a fresh-faced rookie and
newlywed of 21.  He hadn't cared about her marital status one iota, but
the fact that she was one of his cops meant he had considerable power over
her.  She was now, at 27, the youngest lieutenant in the history of the
police department and was the head of his personal body guard detail.
"Theo...uh...I mean, Your Honor" she said, a slight smile curling the
corners of her sensuous mouth.
"The door is shut, Paula.  You can call me Theo....or donkey dick.  Do you
have the information I requested?"
Paula Lassen pulled a chair up close to Johnson and crossed her incredibly
long and tanned legs.  She produced a manila folder from under her arm.
"Here's everything I could get on Savage, Sir.  I check all the normal
channels and I also detailed a man to surveil her for a few weeks."
Johnson could detect a hint of typical female jealously in the officer's
voice.
As Johnson leafed through the folder Lassen continued, "She is married to
her journalism professor from college.  He is twenty years her senior. 
She works out two or three times a week at a gym.  She is, by all
accounts, faithful to her husband."
Johnson frowned.  This isn't what he wanted to hear.  Then he noticed a
mischievous smile on the face of the blond officer.
"But...she was a bit of a spade freak in college...I'm sorry!  I meant to
say she liked to date black guys."
Johnson's face brightened.  His pulse raced and his dick throbbed.
"You did good, Paula", he said, sliding his chair back to reveal his
distended slacks.
"Now, here's your reward!"
Paula Lassen smiled seductively and began to unbutton her crisp, starched
uniform.
****
Savage had for weeks tried without success to arrange a personal interview
with Mayor Johnson.  So it came as a pleasant surprise when she received
word that the Mayor would now consent to such an interview.  Tracie Savage
arrived at City Hall with a minicam operator and waited in the mayor's
outer office.
"Ms Savage", the pretty receptionist said (Savage noticed that all the
women in City Hall were uncommonly pretty), "the Mayor will see you know. 
He wants to talk to you about the interview alone, first, to set some
ground rules."
Savage shrugged her narrow shoulders and told the minicam operator to wait
for her.  This was, after all, not an uncommon request from a politician.
Savage entered the office and was surprised to see the Mayor working out
on an exercise bike.  
"Please come in, Tracie.  May I call you Tracie?' he asked.
"Most certainly, your honor", Savage said, looking around the palatial
office.
Johnson dabbed a towel at his sweaty brow and approached her.  "Come now,
Tracie.  Call me Theo..please."
"Alright, sir.  But when we are on tape I prefer to call you ‘Mayor
Johnson'"
"Of course.  Drink?"  He fixed himself a cocktail.
"No thank you, sir."
As he sipped his drink Johnson let his eyes wander up and down the
reporter.  She was dress in a neutral gray jacket and pleated skirt.  What
excited him was that she wore black stocking.  He hoped that they were not
panty hose.
"What I mean to address in this interview is the allegations of rampet
sexual harassment and abuse here in City Hall..."
"You have the most wonderful eyes, Tracie."
Savage felt the blood rise to her face.  She had been caught off guard.
"Er...uh...thank you, sir."  She tried to return to her notes.
"And very nice tits," Johnson smirked.
"Now SIR!"
Johnson plopped himself down in a chair facing the blushing reporter.  He
had her on the ropes now and had to keep slugging.  He leaned back and
spread his knees.
Tracie gasped audibly when she noticed that the mayor was not wearing any
supportive undergarment and his large penis was lying lazily down the
inside of one leg of his loose sweat pants.  She instantly felt her
nipples harden and unconsciously she began to grin her knees together. 
She tried to return to her notes but she could no longer seem capable of
concentration.
"You like this, don't you?" The mayor chuckled, flipping his yet-massive
cock with a fingertip.
"I think maybe I should leave..." Savage said meekly.  But she made no
movement to rise from her seat but instead sat mesmerized by his huge
tool.
The mayor stood up, his thickening cock now only inches from the
reporter's nose.  He thrust his hips out slightly to maximize the size and
angle of his dong.
"You've been a very nasty girl, Tracie.  You've been writing bad things
about me.  I think you need a little punishment."  With that he tugged
down the waist of his sweat pants and his growing cock sprang free.  It
touched Tracie on the nose and she instinctively drew her face back.
"Now now, don't be shy.  You like black cock, don't you?"
"I...I...I'm not prejudice, if that's what you mean." she said in almost
inaudible tone.
"No.  You LIKE black cock.  Say it!"
"I like black cock", she said as if in a daze.  Johnson noticed now that
her legs were rubbing together quickly now, trying to quell the urge in
her loins.
Johnson worked his cock with his meaty fist, bringing it to full glory. 
He waived it back in forth in front of her face in a practiced manner. 
Her wide-open eyes followed it's movement, her jaw agape.
"Suck it, Tracie.  Suck my big black cock," he said in a deep growl.
Tracie needed no more encouragement.  She quickly opened her mouth
maximally and, grabbing the stem of his cock in her dainty fist, popped
the faired head into her hot, wet mouth.  She frantically worked his cock
back and forth with both fists, her eyes now closed in serine ecstasy. 
"Holy shit, woman!  You do love this black cock, don't you?!" Johnson said
with genuine surprise.
Tracie moaned in the affirmative and continued to suck and pump the ebony
root with careless abandon.  Her cheeks deformed obscenely as she applied
maximum suckage and her head rolled from side to side on the axis of this
pulsating cock.  Tracie was even better than Paula Lassen, Johnson
thought, his head spinning.
Loud slurping and kissing sounds leaked from around Tracie's stretched
lips.  She tried to pull as much of his cock into her mouth as possible
but it's girth prevented more than three inches from filling her hot
mouth.  Johnson could feel the vibrations of her moans through his cock to
the base to it's root near his puckered ass hole.  He was afraid she was
going to suck the black off his dick!  How would he explain that to his
wife?
Tracie finally freed one hand and cupped his swinging balls.  With a
mighty grunt Johnson grabbed the sides of Tracie's head and began
thrusting like an animal possessed.  His face was a mask of intense
excitement, his teeth bared, his eyes popped, focused on infinity.  His
actions caused another inch of fat cock to enter her mouth and shut off
her air supply as it hit the back of her throat.  Tracie began to struggle
to pull her skull off the pistoning organ but to no avail--his strength
was far greater than her's.  Her only hope of survival was to make him cum
quickly.
Tracie Savage promptly buried the middle finger of her left hand to the
hilt up the thrusting mayor's bung hole and wiggled it violently.  
The action of the star reporter's masterful finger sent the mayor over the
edge of blissful abandon.  With one last mighty shove her rammed his
cockmeat down her yielding throat.  Jet after jet of thick, hot, baby
batter coated her throat and shot down her gullet.  Tracie swallowed as
quickly as she could but the sheer amount of his cum overwhelmed her
peristaltic abilities.
Savage, mustering all of her might, shoved the mayor back with her hands
on his rippled belly.  Mayor Johnson fell onto his back, his body in a
semi-fetal pose.  His knees were drawn up and his hands still held an
imaginary head over his wildly arcing, wildly spitting cock.  His hips
moved up and down by reflex, his eyes were wide open but sightless.  His
teeth were grinning and an almost wicked smile graced his ebony, sweaty
face.  
Tracie sat back in her chair, gasping for breath.  At first she thought
the mayor had died and that his body merely jerked in it's death throes. 
She saw his fat balls pumping out the cloudy ejaculate and saw it
somersaulting high in the air, falling onto his belly and chest.  She
tried to say something, to ask him if he were ill, but her abused throat
would not function correctly.
At last, after what seemed like an eternity, the mayors features soften
and his movements less pronounced.  His arms and legs slowly yielded to
gravity, like those of a dying cock roach.  His spent, shinny cock lay
heavily on his belly, slowly writhing from side to side.  His balls
relaxed in their sack and hung limply over his ass hole.
"Mayor, are you alright?" Tracie croaked.
"Alright?  Fucking A tweety, I'm alright!  That was the best fucking blow
job I've ever had!" he hissed between still-clenched teeth, his dull eyes
slowly refocusing.
Savage smiled to herself with a trace of pride.  She had indeed delivered
an award winning BJ.
********
Back at the station Tracie allowed the make-up artist to touch up her
cheeks and lips.  
"Well?" the girl asked.
"Well', Tracie grinned mischievously.  "He was everything I have heard,
and more!  Doing this story was one of the best ideas I've ever had!"



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