Ron, the Kinky Congressman

I closed down the computer. I sighed and smiled. My first day was done. I looked around my brand new desk and work space. I could get used to this.

I got a new job at the Rayburn House Office Building, right across from the Capitol. I was the personal assistant for Congressman Ron Carrillo, representing Maryland’s 3rd district. Having grown up in DC, it was jobs like these that I had dreamed of. And now I actually worked here.

I walked over to Ron’s office and knocked.

“Yeah?”

I opened the door and popped my head in.

Ron was a charismatic young man. At only 37 he was one of the youngest members of the House of Representatives. Even though he was 5’8’’ (173 cm) and not particularly tall, his bulky muscular frame made him stand out from most other people in this setting. Also his bright white smile contrasting his brown skin and black hair made it easy to spot him in this crowd.

“Hey, Jayden! How was your first day?”

“It was great”, I smiled as I stepped inside his office.

“Always lots of impressions on a first day, you must be exhausted.”

“Maybe a little, but excited to come back tomorrow”, I admitted.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.”

“Your wife is still scheduled for 6.00 PM, but…”

“Oh, don’t worry, she knows her way. She can just walk right in. You are free for the rest of the day!”

“Thanks”, I said.

“Enjoy your evening!”

“You too, Sir!”

And just as I walked out of the office, I encountered a gorgeous woman. Long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was about as tall as Ron, if not slightly taller.

“Hi! You must be the new assistant!”

She reached out to shake my hand.

“I am! You must be Isabel!”

We shook hands.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Jayden, sorry”, I chuckled.

There was an elegance about her. Her big smile made me feel comfortable. She was dressed formally.

I turned back and realized I hadn’t even closed the door to Ron’s office. I gestured for her to make her way inside. She chuckled.

“Thanks, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon”, she said.

“I’m sure. Have a nice evening!”

I made sure I had everything and made my way out of the building. I liked taking the stairs down from the third floor, just as I had done during lunch. As the warm outside air hit my face I could only smile. I’d had such a great first day.

I walked down the outside steps and took a left. As I walked along Independence Avenue I thought back to my day. Ron had been so nice to me. I called him Congressman Carrillo, but he insisted I called him Ron immediately. In fact, the entire team had been so warm and welcoming.

I passed Bartholdi Park and the Humphrey building when I thought back to seeing how full Ron’s schedule is. Yet he managed to work out five mornings a week. It wouldn’t surprise me if he is almost 200 pounds (90 kgs) of solid muscle. It was up to me to make sure I wouldn’t cram his days with meetings without giving him time to prepare them.

The imposing building for the Department of Education passed on my left as I thought back to Ron’s muscled body. I had especially sneaked glances at his round butt in those clingy dress pants he had worn. I could definitely get used to that! Though I’d have to make sure I wouldn’t get caught staring.

I took a left on 6th Street as I realized how lucky I was that out of all of the people in Congress, I was Ron’s assistant. Most of them weren’t much to look at. That’s not why they were here. But Ron was one of those politicians who had caught the eye of those who like men. There were forums and websites where they talked about his body as opposed to what he did or said.

I took a right onto Maryland Avenue when I remembered the research I had done on Ron before this job. I had agreed on many of his talking points and I liked how he was taking racial and LGBTQ equality seriously, as well as the environment. Though with him looking the way he did, it was hard not to focus on other things. The C-SPAN screenshots of Ron’s bubbly behind as he was speaking were probably getting more views than any page with a list of accomplishments. I could only hope he wouldn’t mind.

I passed the foodcarts and took the escalator down into the subway station. It was a commute I could get used to. I had to wait 4 minutes for the Yellow Line and after 5 stops I got to my stop at U Street by the African American Civil War Memorial. By the corner I crossed the street and continued onto 13th Street. I called my Mom to tell her how my first day had been. She wanted to know everything.

I made it to my apartment building as I was still talking on the phone. I had a 10 minute walk on both ends of the subway ride, but with the weather as it was, I was absolutely fine with it. Door to door was only a half hour. I made it into my apartment and immediately wanted to get some dinner going, so I had to tell my Mom we would talk more over the weekend. I quickly changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt. As I cooked, I had to tell friends over text how my first day had been.

I was very relieved when I got to plop down on the sofa with a bowl of pasta on my lap. I had poured myself a glass of red wine, knowing I had deserved it. I turned on The Sinner on Netflix and I could finally feel myself relax as I watched Detective Ambrose pondering over the bloody murder on the beach.

When the episode finished and my stomach was full, I realized just how tired I was. I decided on one more episode and another glass of wine and then an early night. I walked over to the kitchen. I couldn’t help but think about what Ron had said about the three things I need to consider for him every morning. His smoothie, his schedule, and the latest news. I poured the wine into the glass.

Wait. What kind of smoothie?

“Fuck!”

I remember writing it down on my notepad, but it was still on my desk. Should I go to work earlier tomorrow, find the notepad and then go back to the coffee shop where they sold it? Even though I would pass it on my way there? Or would it be OK to go back into the office now?

I knew myself well enough that this was something I would worry about through the night if I didn’t have the information. I quickly got changed back into a more work-appropriate outfit, let out a sigh, and I was back on my way.

I knew this was the right decision to make. Now that I was outside I felt fine, it was just a little effort to leave the comfortable bubble of my apartment when I’d thought I didn’t need to. Before I knew it, I was back at the subway station and I took the Yellow Line back, knowing I’d do this all over again tomorrow morning.

I got back to the office building and had to explain to security why I was coming in so late. They chuckled. I quickly made my way back to the third floor. Immediately I found the notepad on my desk. It had so many scribbles on it with everything I felt I needed to remember from my first day. A few pages back, one of the first things I had written that day, was: ‘schedule/news/smoothie (totally tropical)’.

Thank God. I had found it. I quickly put the entire notepad into my bag, ready to go back on the road. In my rush I accidentally bumped into my desk chair. I quickly put it neatly back as I had left it earlier that day, when suddenly I heard a voice.

“Izzie?”

I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn’t expect anyone else to be here. I could feel my heartbeat. I was pretty certain I had heard Ron’s voice coming through his office door. Just to make sure, I very carefully checked the door, thinking it would be locked. Without making any sound I pushed the handle all the way down and the door opened.

I looked inside and was surprised to find the lights were on. And then I saw Ron. Sitting behind his desk. His tie was off and used as a blindfold over his eyes. The buttons of his shirt were open all the way down his defined chest. His buff arms were straining the material of his shirt as they were pulled back behind the chair, clearly tied up.

“Izzie? Are you there?”

I walked towards him, so very quietly. It was like I no longer had control over my body. I just felt my body go to him, careful not to make any sound. It was like my mind was made up, yet it was still racing. Am I really going to do what I think I am going to do?

As I walked around the desk I noticed Ron was already no longer wearing his belt. His pants were unzipped and white underwear was showing. I noticed I dropped to my knees when he was finally certain there was someone here.

“Izzie! Please untie me!”

Hs whiny voice was a turn on for me.

I lifted the waistband of his underwear and saw his carefully trimmed patch of pubic hair and a circumcised penis. I heard Ron gasp.

"Oh my God, yes please”, he uttered as I noticed his cock jump.

I looked up at Ron’s blindfolded face and smiled. I took his cock in my mouth.

“Ungghhhh…”

His cock got so hard so fast, I think it grew to about 7 inches.

“Oh wow”, he moaned, “we never do this… I’m so… horny…”

I was happy I kept my face clean shaven.

Still unsure what came over me, and knowing that this was a bad idea, I wasn’t stopping now. I started caressing his chest and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Ron’s moans and gasps got more and more high-pitched, desperate with arousal.

I opened his shirt and admired the view. His bare upper body was a delight to run my hands over. His tight, muscular body, with a large tattoo on his side felt great. I played with his nipples.

“Oh God, that feels really good!”, he squirmed.

I took his pants and white briefs all the way down his massive thighs and let them drop to his ankles. I sucked his cock so hard.

“This is new… you’ve… gotten better?”, Ron wondered out loud.

I felt my own cock grow inside of my dress pants. I had just thrown them on without underwear before I left. I unbuckled my belt. This startled Ron.

“Was that sound? Who are you?”

I tried to calm him down by jerking his dick, which was still rock hard. But he was trying to free himself for the first time since I had walked in.

“Untie me! Now!”

I hesitated. I could walk away now. I looked at the back of the chair and saw that Ron was tied with his own belt and it wouldn’t take very long for someone with his strength to come loose. I decided to help him get untied. I was certain I would be fired.

Once his arms were free, he calmly took off his blindfold. He looked at me and smiled.

“Jayden?”

I stood up. My belt undone, my dress pants fell to the floor. My thick, rock hard 8 inch cock pointed straight at him.

“Fuck, that’s hot”, Ron said as he looked down. “Bigger than I expected.”

Absent-mindedly, his hand made its way to my dick and started jerking it.

“Wow…”

He looked up at me.

“Can I…?”

“Yeah, of course”, I said.

“This does not leave this room, right?”

“Sure.”

That was enough for Ron to start sucking on my cock. His muffled whimpers as he sucked my cock turned me on even more. He choked himself on my big cock over and over as his drool fell to the floor.

“Get on your knees”, I told him as he obediently got out of the chair and kneeled on the floor.

I held the back of his head and fucked his face. The whimpers continued, as did the choking and the drooling. He gasped for air every now and then.

“Do you like that?”, I asked, with an authoritative tone.

“Yes”, he admitted.

Our roles had shifted. And it was the hottest thing ever.

When I felt I was ready, I told Ron to kneel on the chair with his back to me.

“But I…”

“What?”

“It’s too big!”, he said as he obediently took position.

“You’ll be OK”, I replied.

I fucked Ron and he whimpered and cried as he jerked himself off.

“It’s so big”, he whined, though it was obvious he was loving it.

His big muscle ass had definitely taken cock or a toy before. To me it felt like he was taking my larger than average cock with ease.

To feel my hips slapping against his round buttocks made me feel so very horny. His ass was made for getting fucked and I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I unbuttoned my own shirt. All of the people taking screenshots and posting them online all wished to be where I was.

I ordered him to lie on his back on top of the desk and he obeyed me as he finally let his open shirt drop to the floor. I entered him again.

“That feels so good…”, he whined.

“I knew you’d love it”, I said.

Soon he started to breathe so fast, his cries short and high-pitched with each of my thrusts.

Ron was a loud bottom, and I wondered if there was anyone who was hearing this.

“God, this feels so fucking good”, he said as he started playing with his cock again.

It didn’t take long before very suddenly he shot a huge load across his chiseled abs as he whimpered and cried.

I knew it wouldn’t take long before I would cum myself after watching that. I pulled out and told him to get off the desk and get on his knees before me. Ron stumbled to his knees. He took my load in his mouth and on his face.

“Fuck that was hot”, he concluded as he licked my cum from the corners of his mouth.

“Please shut up about this and we can do it again some time?”, he asked me, still naked, hard, and on his knees.

“Fuck yeah”, I said.

THE END