I assumed that meant I was just there to be used for sex. That does happen occasionally. Very powerful men who cannot afford the risk of hiring a random rent boy, arrange for a date through my handlers. I don’t know what they pay, but I know I don’t come cheap. I suspect sometimes I’m used as bait as well. I hope that was not the case with yesterday’s client. I arrived at the address and let myself in. That’s not unusual. Many of these men don’t even want their staff knowing that I was there.

It always makes me nervous just walking into a strange house, even if I check the address multiple times to make sure it’s the right house. If anyone ever makes a mistake, I will have no excuse or explanation. Although, I assume my handlers would pay the necessary bribes to make it go away. This was a very large modern mansion. Everything was starkly minimalist, all white and, of course, pristine. I wonder how people can actually live their lives in a place and maintain such perfection.

I sat down on a large leather daybed, white of course, in front of a fireplace and waited. I assumed that the man I was meeting either heard the door, or had some signal to let him know that I was there. I’m rarely surprised by the men I meet. Whether I recognize their face, or not, all of them are powerful people. I did recognize this man, though. Senator Stryker is an American politician representing the US at a major international economic summit meeting.

While I had seen him in the news, I hadn’t paid much attention. I well know that what we read in the headlines is, at best, half the truth, if not outright made up as a cover for the real truth. His pictures didn’t do him justice. He’s tall with a body builder’s chest. His face is handsome but his best feature is his eyes, with a devilish glitter, and an equally dangerous mischievous smile. He has the look of a man who is forced to put on a show of being good but knows that he can be bad with impunity, and relishes the opportunity.

I knew I was in for a wild ride and, given the very large bulge in his tailored slacks, a deliciously painful one as well. When he pulled it out of his pants my mouth watered and my hole quivered. It looked to be a full eight inches long, perfectly straight, and thick enough to be well proportioned, like a dildo brought to life. It was very much alive. Hot and throbbing in my mouth, the head tasting of sweet precum and salty sweat, with the faintest scent of some expensive body wash.

I almost came as I wrapped my lips around it and he tried to put the whole thing down my throat. I didn’t have long to suck it, though, before he spun me around, forced his tongue into my hungry ass, eating me out like my ass was the best thing he ever tasted. I was ready to beg him to fuck me when he sat up, lifted my hips and thrust his monster in balls deep. He didn’t take any time at all for a warm up, just started riding me hard.

I’ve been fucked by a lot of men but rarely with his unrestrained power and animal enthusiasm. I wondered if he takes his wife that way. He wrapped his expensive silk necktie around my neck and pulled it tight, hanging on to give himself more leverage to drive deeper into my ass. It’s no wonder he has three kids. This is a man built for breeding. I would happily take his load and give him a fourth, if he could fuck it into me.