Flawed Democracy and (A) Sex in the Office

Blake watched as the votes poured in. As he expected the rough choice (D) was barely ahead of friends (B) with the gentler option (A) a respectable third at the three-minute mark. He glanced over at Semra on the couch and decided it was time to tweak the result a bit.

He opened the side panel on the administration screen and started up the vote bot program. He knew a section of the board would once again decry the "damned lurkers" who occasionally swung polls away from what they wanted but Blake liked his 'boss' program. He set the applet to slowly inject enough votes to ensure (A) squeaked past (D) in the poll and smirked back at the screen. It would just make them think the split between (B) and (D) enabled (A) to slip past. Sometimes he had his preferences and they'd just have to live with that.

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I continued to lay back on the sofa with my eyes closed as I teased my overstimulated clitoris with my slick fingers. My building lust driving my fingers as they pushed all my erotic buttons. Under my dress bottom, I was a sodden mess but it felt so good. Occasionally I could feel eyes on me but that only drove me on, hoping I'd soon be joined by the man that was strangely staying over at the desk. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I questioned this but the carnal thoughts that dominated my psyche won out again and again. I began to softly moan as my dexterous digits and lecherous fantasies overwhelmed me again.

I finally heard Blake's approach and slowly opened my eyes. He looked like an elder Greek god approaching his willing, lascivious prey. He stood beside the couch and offered a hand. I took it as he slowly helped me to my feet, pulled me close, and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around him as he reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Blake stopped and stepped back a bit so my bra fell between us to the floor and spun me around slowly. When my back was to him he pulled me into his chest so the cameras could feast on my bare breasts.

He leaned in and kissed my neck as I tilted my head to the side and softly groaned at the feel and my sense of him. With his hard, unyielding package pressing against me, I was intoxicated with his presence and surrendered to his touch. "You're mine" he muttered between kisses, "All of you is all mine". "Yessssss" I moaned, "I'm your toy. Use me to please you". He slid his hand down between my legs and started to rub my swollen lips from behind with the tips of his middle and forefinger for a few moments before pronouncing me ready.