Will Bates, one of Governor Sharp's aides, waited patiently in the antechamber. The secretary had told him the governor was in conference and it would be a little while before she would finish and could see him.

He sat and fingered the file he held and smiled. Quite all right, he thought; some things are worth waiting for.

He watched the governor's secretary as she sat at her desk, and he felt his prick tingle and began to stiffen. She was a hot-looking little piece, and he smiled and ran a thumb along the file in his hand. If she only knew what was in this file, he thought. Well, she'll know soon enough, and so will her honor, the governor.

His cock grew and began to throb as he pictured Governor Sheila Sharp. First woman governor in the state's history, supposedly won the governor's race because of her political savvy and skills, charisma and vivaciousness, and because the people wanted a change and liked her new ideas. All bull, Will thought. She won because she was a young attractive woman- a sexy fox.

He smiled at the thought of what he was going to do with that young sexy fox when he showed her what he had on her in the file.

"The governor will see you now," the secretary said.

You're damned right she will, he thought.

Governor Sheila Sharp stood in front of her long wide desk. She gave him a faint smile and nod. His dick jerked in his pants at the sight of her. She was a looker all right. Her wispy ash-blond hair fell past her shoulders, her eyes were ice-gray and her skin peachy. She wore a short tight skirt and a tight silk blouse. She had curves that wouldn't quit.

"Madam Governor, I have something for you," Will said, approaching her. "Something I think you'll find of the utmost importance. It could affect your entire governorship."

She gave him a quizzical little smile. "It must be important. What is it?"

"This," he opened the file and pulled out a picture and held it up.

Her face blanched and her lower lip dropped when she saw the picture. She audibly gulped and looked at him. "Where- where did you- how did you- get that?"

Will gave her a little smile and looked at the picture and tapped it. "Quite a good likeness of you- and your sexy little secretary, engaged in some extracurricular activity on your couch in this office. There's no mistaking it's you and her. You've really got a look of ecstasy on your face as she gives you a lick-job. And then, there's this one." He pulled another picture from the file and held it up. It showed the governor with her face buried between the secretary's spread legs.

The governor's eyes widened and her lips quivered.

"Yes, no doubt at all, it's you and her," he said.

"Where- how did you get-"

"I took them a few days ago there at your door. It was quite easy. No one was around. I shot quite a few pictures. You know, you really should lock the doors around here before you engage in any, shall we say, salacious activities."

She didn't say anything as her eyes appraised him, and Will smiled. It was as if he could read her mind. She's thinking, he thought, thinking: What options do I have? How can I get out of this? How can I get my hands on the pictures? How much will it cost?

"Before you say anything, Madam Governor, I think you ought to know, I made copies of all these pictures. A lot of copies."

A sigh came from her lips and her shoulders slumped. Then she straightened up, took a deep breath, and a look of determination and calculation came into her eyes.

"Okay, Bates," she said. "What's the price? How much do you want?"

He gave out a snort. "It's not a matter of price or how much I want. It's a matter of what I want."

She gave him a blank stare. "I- I don't think- I understand."

"You will," he said. "You know, Madam Governor, these pictures would be the ruin of you- the total ruin. They would destroy your governorship, you'd have to resign- in total disgrace, and any future political life would of course be out of the question. In short, you'd be finished- ruined- in every way."

"So what is it you want?" she asked.

"I think you know," he said and rubbed his hand across his crotch. His prick stood up hard, bulging and poking at his pants.

"You can't be serious," she said.

"I've never been more serious in my life," he replied. He moved forward and pressed her back against the desk and pushed his crotch between her thighs.

"I've got you over the old proverbial barrel- and you know it," he said as he raked her skirt up. "I'm going to fuck you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just remember this: I've got a lot of copies of the pictures, and I won't hesitate to let them out. There's nothing you can do about it, I'm going to fuck you, and you dare not stop it."

He tore her panties down and pushed her back on the desk, clutched her rump and pushed his crotch between her legs, burrowing between her thighs. He grabbed her legs and spread them back and jerked her ass forward.

"Going to fuck you good and hard," he said. "I've thought about it for quite a while, thought about fucking your pretty blond pussy, and now it's going to happen."

He tore at his pants, unbuckling them and pulling out his cock. It was rock-hard and throbbing. He heaved his crotch forward and pushed his stiff dick against her pussy-slit.

She squirmed and struggled, trying to throw him off, but he was too firmly entrenched on top, his arms locked around her and his hard heavy prick pressed upon her cunt.

He pushed and heaved forward. "Oh yeah," he huffed at the sensation as his cock slid into her pussy.

She writhed and raked at him, still struggling and trying to keep him out of her cunt.

He dug his hard aching dick in her quim, stuffing it up her channel in one continuous stroke. "Ah- yeah- unh- sweet fucking cunt," he groaned.