Fox News: Office Politics 2

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Fox News: Office Politics 2
with Julie Banderas and Megyn Kelly
The Pornographer
(voy, phone sex, rel)


This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!
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The very next day I arrived to work a few minutes late and caught a few knowing glances from Kimberly Giulfoyle from across the news room.

Just from the expression on her face I could tell she desperately wanted to discuss what had occurred between us a few hours earlier that morning but due to the busy news day we would both had to wait to have that conversation.

Finally in the afternoon I tracked her down outside and broached the sensitive subject.

"We have to talk." Kimberly said sternly.

It seemed she had been stressing out all morning about the incident and was concerned that I might be under the false impression that we were now an item. Not mixing any words Kimberly proceeded to explain her position and made sure to remind me that she was a happily married woman.

"Kimberly, you don't have to explain."

"No, let me finish."

She went on to state that although our little tryst was incredibly hot and spontaneous she wasn't looking to change or complicate her life. To my amusement I then watched her squirm and explain herself for several more minutes before I finally interrupted her and put her mind to ease.

To her relief, I agreed wholeheartedly and Kimberly couldn't be any more delighted and thanked me with a warm hug.

"Hey stop that," I joked, "That's how this shit got started in the first place remember?"

Kimberly seemed extremely relieved with the outcome of our conversation and finishing up her cigarette and disappeared back inside.

It was then as I turned to join her upstairs that I was shocked to find Julie Banderas standing behind me. It seemed that unbeknown to me she too had been enjoying a quick smoke break outside and judging from the cunning grin on her face she had heard the entire conversation.

Thankfully Kimberly and I hadn't gone into too much detail but suffice to say Julie knew that something explicit and scandalous had occurred between us.

"Hello Scott," she said smoothly, "How are you doing today?"

Chatting briefly Julie wasted little time in flirting and making another pass at me—and asking me if I had any plans for the evening seeing as it was the last day of the working week.

"Me and the girls are heading down to the bar for some drinks, you interested?"

"No thanks Jules, I've got plans."

Julie immediately frowned and was clearly disappointed and furious as she put out her cigarette and started leave.

It was then to my surprise she leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "What's wrong Scottie, are you surprised that someone with an IQ over 70 can give you a hard on?"

"Wh—What?" I stuttered.

"You have no idea what you're missing."

There was now no doubt in my mind that Julie had overheard the conversation between Kimberly and I—and something told me that she intended to use this information to her own advantage.

"Julie please," I implored her, "You have to promise not to say anything to anyone, especially to Patti Ann. You know she'll be devastated."

Julie responded coolly, "You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours."

With that she grinned slyly and stepped back into the building.

Shaking my head I contemplated the look of sadness on Patti Ann's face once learning about Kimberly and me and I put away my cell phone and grunted with frustration. It just wasn't fair and I had to do something. Enraged I decided to follow and confront Julie.

Julie moved through the lobby of the building and watched as she opted out of taking the elevator one floor up and instead stepped into the stairwell. Inside I swiftly skipped up behind her catching her just in time before she ducked into the news room and there I abruptly grabbed her by the arms and pushed her against the wall beside the exit.

"Urghh! What are you doing?!" she exclaimed.

"Listen bitch, I don't know what game you're playing but you can drop this bullshit blackmail ploy."

Ignoring my words Julie simply smirked.

"Mm I like this rough side of you, Scott. What have you got in mind?"

"QUIT IT!" I yelled, startling her.

For a moment Julie gasped with fright but quickly smiled seductively once again.

"Okay—" she finally nodded and dispended with all the bullshit.

"My place, 8pm." she insisted.

"What?"

"You're taking me out to dinner, tonight."

"Oh really, am I?" I laughed.

"Yes—if you know what's good for you" she threatened.

"Oh really? And what if I—mmpphhh!"

Before I could respond, Julie leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips—shoving her long wet tongue into my mouth.

At the same time I immediately felt her hand cup and squeeze my groin through my pants, and for a moment I don't mind saying that I almost forgot myself as she massaged the bottom of my lip with her tongue. I had to give it to her she really was a great kisser.

Breaking our lip lock Julie continued to fondle my hard on and smiled.

"Are you packing something special for me later?"

Pushing her away I abruptly slammed her shoulders into the wall behind her and this seemed to finally (frighten) wake her up.

She then exploded.

"Hey! Who the FUCK do you think you are?" she yelled at me in the stairwell.

It seemed the sultry Latina was upset and not used to be rejected, especially by a lowly intern. Then as quickly as she got upset she suddenly smirked once again as she recalled the juicy bit of gossip she had over me.

"No matter, I'll wait." she grinned defiantly, "You'll come around to your senses eventually."

With that she straightened herself up and stepped into the busy news room while I started to wonder just how mentally disturbed this crazy bitch was.

Truth be told I actually found Julie Banderas quite attractive and sexy but was totally intimidated by her. She was the type of girl who could happily fuck you silly in the morning but then turn around and slash up your car tires later that same afternoon.

Point was she was quite volitile and extremely unpredictable.

Over the next few days things in the office started to return to normal and Patti Ann Brown and I continued to work and grow close. All the while Kimberly and I keep our eye on Julie from a far as she in turn lurked in the background and watched us with a mischievous grin.

Despite the tension in the office everything seemed to be going great until one afternoon while at the vending machine I caught sight of one of the most ravishing creatures I had ever seen.

"Who the hell is that?" I asked one of the interns.

"That's Courtney Friel. She just started here a few weeks ago—she's Kiran Chetry's replacement."

"How come I've never seen her before? Where has she been hiding? She's drop dead gorgeous!"

"Well she's actually from upstairs but just got back from vacation. She's pretty hot isn't she?"

"Pretty hot? That's the understatement of the year."

Noticing me stare Patti Ann wandered over to let me know she was leaving early for the day, and catching sight of who I was ogling, immediately proceeded to chastise me.

"Oh God Scott, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing?"

"What sort of thing? What are you talking about Patti?!"

"I didn't think you were interested in those bimbo airhead types."

Kidding around it was then as we playfully argued that Fox anchor and "Americas Newsroom" co-host Megyn Kelly wondered by and joined in on our heated debate.

"Oh I don't know Patti Ann, I think Courtney is pretty cute as well." she interjected.

Watching Megyn smile up close I remember thinking that she too was by no means a slouch. In any other circumstance she could easily be considered one of the sexiest women in the building.

While Patti Ann Brown rolled her eyes and left for the day, Megyn and I prepared for our graveyard shift together—and spent the next few hours just chatting and getting to know each other better.

Chatting up a storm Megyn and I became fast friends and it seemed that despite our age difference we had a lot in common.

It was then while in the break room that she explained that she was actually in the process of looking for an assistant upstairs and wondered if I would be interested. Of course I was initially skeptic about the idea, but when I discovered that the position included a substantial pay increase for less hours, I was immediately interested.

With that in mind we decided to entertain our shared curiosity and headed upstairs to speak to the boss—and with Megyn's assistance, we were both surprised as I landed the prized position. I was now officially reassigned to Megyn Kelly as her personal assistant.

With that we stepped into the elevator, and elated, I jumped for joy.

There I gave Megyn and big tight hug and I joked, "I could kiss you right now!!"

Megyn simply giggled and told me that if I felt that strongly about it I could pay her back with dinner one day.

"That's a date!" I affirmed.

Back downstairs I excitedly started to pack my things when it was only then that I considered Patti Ann Brown.

Suddenly I started to feel a little guilty but I was sure she would feel happy for me as I was moving up the world and would be relocating upstairs into Megyn Kelly's quaint little office space.

It took all of an hour or so to move all my things upstairs before Megyn finally joined me around midnight and celebrated the new partnership with a fresh bottle of champagne.

"Welcome to the team, Scott." she cheered while popping the cork and giving me a friendly peck on the cheek.

Considering "the team" only consisted of Megyn and I we both laughed.

I had only been under Megyn's supervision for a few minutes but right away I had noticed some noticable differences. Personality wise Megyn Kelly seemed to be the complete opposite of Patti Ann Brown.

While Patti was sweet and reserved, Megyn was very hands on and quite touchy feely. She seemed to constantly touch my arm or shoulder and want to give me a lot of supportive hugs and kisses when ever she was happy.

Noticing this I decided right then and there that it would be my life long ambition to keep her as happy as humanly possible. Toasting to our success I couldn't believe my luck. I was actually going to be spending every waking moment and hour with this absolutely gorgeous creature, and getting paid for it no less.

"I'm happy to be on board boss," I declared, "You're wish is my command."

"Excellent! I've always wanted my own personal slave." she giggled between drinks, "Now come here and lick my boots!"

"What?" I excplaimed.

Despite her candor I never expected to hear her say such a thing. Horsing around we both laughed as I then proceeded to get on my knees and lifting her foot attempting to kiss it.

"Scott! Scottie!!" she laughed, "What are you doing?"

"You asked me to do it, so—"

I had to admit that although I didn't have a foot fetish, I noted that she really did have some very attractive feet and toes. Fact of the matter was everything on Megyn Kelly was perfect, and she seemed to have a personal to match. She really was an amazing woman—an all around American babe.

The following morning I got settled into my new surroundings just a few feet away from Megyn and her desk when I heard a faint knock on the door.

"Knock knock, anybody home?"

It was Patti Anne Brown.

Delighted, I got up and without thinking greeted her with a friendly hug, which to our amusement seemed to cause her to blush to this sudden show of affection.

"So I hear someone moved up in the world while I was gone." she added.

Feeling bad I groaned as she went on.

"You see, you turn your back for one minute and another woman swoops in and steals your man."

It was only then as we shared a laugh together that I glanced down and noticed the way her nipples seemed to stand at attention.

It was such an unexpected sight that it actually turned me on. She was seriously turned on about something, and just as I considered this Megyn arrived back to our office to grab something from her desk and as she said hello to her collegue she flashed me a curious look—it seemed she too noticed the evident nip show.

"Take care of my man, okay?" Patti Ann told Megyn.

"Hey, you can borrow him anytime you like—just as long as you give him back. I need him."

Hearing the two women playfully fight over me, I had to admit it was a huge turn on even if they were kidding.

Milling around for several minutes Patti Ann finally started to leave and reminded me for the umpteenth time that she was right downstairs if I needed anything. Megyn seemed to find this adorable but curious at the same time, and as Patti Ann finally left to go back downstairs Megyn flashed me another look.

"What?"

"Nothing, I didn't say anything." she grinned.

"No serious, what? What are you thinking over there? I can almost hear you thinking?"

"I don't know it's just—never mind."

"No seriously, tell me."

"Well, let me ask you something?"

Megyn wandered over and shut the door.

"Now be honest. Did you two ever—you know?"

"No! Of course not. Why would you think such a thing?"

Megyn then went on to explain that she had overheard a few rumors around the office about a tryst between one of the headline anchors and an intern a few weeks earlier. Naturally she assumed it was me and Patti Ann Brown.

I laughed to myself thinking little did she know that it was in fact half true—that it was actually me and Kimberly Guilfoyle.

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful up until Friday when I helped Megyn arrange a romantic weekend getaway for her and her new husband. Having recently separated and then remarried, they were only now finding time to go on their belated honeymoon.

So with their plans in place, Megyn and I opted to work some overtime and spent the entire day in our office chatting and working and discussing everything from love, marriage, and sex—and I soon discovered that she was far from innocent and a lot more open minded than I had originally assumed.

Discussing sex I was shocked to hear her confess that she actually used vibrators on a frequent basis and loved to perform and put on a show for her man. Speaking about sexual experiences and fantasies she also admitted that she really enjoyed a healthy sex life while she was single and among other things had participated in public sex on several occasions.

While I was astounded at her honesty Meygn simply chuckled at my reaction and went on to admitted that having sex in public was one of her most favorite fetishes. To say I was shocked would be an understatement.

"Hey, don't let this pretty face fool you." she teased, "I can be just as nasty and dirty as the best of them."

"Oh really, like how?" I grinned.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Well come on, prove it." I dared, "I mean how am I supposed to believe that you're this experienced and uninhibited woman if you don't give me any examples?"

Thinking for a moment Megyn seemed to contemplate something, as if she should actually disclose any of her experiences with me, before she finally floored me with her next admission.

"Well, sometimes I like to go commando."

"Huh?"

She then explained, "You know, sometimes I like to leave the house without any underwear."

Seeing my stunned expression she went on.

"Hey to each his own but for me—it makes me feel so hot and sexy and randy for my man when I get home."

Not knowing how to respond appropriately I replied, "Well that's hardly proving anything to me. I guess I'll just have to take your word for it."

While Megyn simply raised an eyebrow I then joked, "Wait, you are wearing panties right now aren't you?"

To my delight she didn't respond and instead let me used my imagination.

"Hmm, I think I'll just let you decide."

Discussing the subject of sex and fetishes some more during the day Megyn also confessed to me that she didn't enjoy many sexual positions and specifically disliked giving head.

Fortunately she redeemed herself later by adding that she did however enjoy getting fingered and receiving oral and was also apparently well versed in phone sex and sending sexy text messages via her computer and phone.

Megyn and laughed up a storm as we spent the majority of the day chatting about sex until finally at the end of the day we cleaned up and prepared her for her vacation and I helped her with her coat.

"You better give me all the sordid details when you get back next week." I told her.

"You better believe it." she smiled.

With that, Megyn hurriedly hugged me tight and attempted to thank me with a friendly kiss on the cheek but in all the excitement was in such a rush that as we leaned in to kiss on the cheek we inadvertently made contact on the side of the mouth—kissing each other on the lips briefly.

I was stunned to say the least.

Despite ignoring this incredible moment and acting blasé I was almost positive our shared experience would occupy her mind as it would me. What we shared could easily be considered as a closed mouthed kiss on the lips and I found myself thinking about it a lot.

The very next week Megyn returned to work and looked absolutely radiant. Clad in just a short little red dress she wore matching red lipstick and six inch heeled, and watching her move around the office during the day I couldn't help but steal quick glances at her tight butt and legs as she seemed to bend over in front of me frequently.

Watching her I started to wonder if today was one of those days that she had opted on "going commando" as her already short skirt seemed to hike up considerably. Nevertheless, I couldn't believe how incredibly amazing her legs looked and noted that she wasn't in fact wearing a bra.

Unfortunately for me we were inundated at work and didn't find much time to chat or fool around much less discuss her honeymoon getaway. Instead we worked our collective butts off all morning and by the afternoon I didn't see her for a few hours as she hosted a number of segments.

Finally around 6pm Megyn arrived back to the office with some great news, and excited, she apparently wanted to celebrate.

Shutting the door to our office she asked me if I wanted to join her for a drink at a local bar. I was initially surprised at her bold offer but then realized that half the staff on our floor were heading there as well.

"Oh come on Scottie, you know I don't get along with everyone out there." she reasoned, "I need you there. I need someone to talk to and drink with me."

She then added, "Besides, you know how I get when I'm drink."

"Actually no I don't. How do you get?"

Blushing brightly Megyn replied, "Well let's just say I like to save that side of my personality for very special occasions—and today is such an event."

"Oh wow, now I really want to see you drink."

Leaning on my shoulders from behind Megyn then tried to convince me to go by flirting and playfully treating me to an impromptu massage.

She then explained that FNC were apparently shooting a few episodes for a new business segment at the bar, and we were encouraged to go. While I pretended to decide Megyn then added that tonight she wanted to get really drunk, something she rarely did.

Tempting me she then added, "Who knows, if you get me drunk enough I might even tell you about my wild weekend."

"Yeah right,"

"Seriously. I'll tell you everything—every sordid little detail."

"You really want me to go, huh?" I grinned.

In her sexiest voice yet, Megyn replied, "You really want to know about my honeymoon, huh?"

"Hell yeah," I laughed, "I'm a red blooded male aren't I? I want to know if you got lucky."

"Oh, I got lucky alright—several times in fact. In several different locations—and positions if you get my meaning." she teased.

"YEP! That settles it! I'm free tonight." I joked, making her laugh.

Delighted, Megyn then kissed me on the side of the face and prepared to leave as I was suddenly reminded about our the brief moment we shared that following Friday. I wondered if it had been on her mind like it had been on mine.

"Just don't take too long," she said as she grabbed her things, "I may get too drunk and be tempted to share my sexy experiences with a complete stranger."

"Yeah right, you wish."

Megyn left the office and wiggled her sweet little ass towards the elevator while I grinned and admired her body in that short little dress. She really had the sweetest, most petite little ass and long slender legs I had ever seen.

It was then I caught sight of several other interns who were openly gawking at her and smiled—I couldn't blame them for staring at her. I really had the best job in cable TV. Back in the office I shut the door and rushed through my work like a mad man finding it hard to concentrate with the raging boner which was growing in my pants.

Three quarters of an hour later I was almost done with my work when I suddenly received a message on my cell phone—it was Megyn.

MEGYN:
are you finished yet? you really going to make me wait for you?

I playfully replied.

ME:
maybe ; )

We then started to text back and forth.

MEGYN:
aww, you're so mean to me. I don't deserve that, I'm a good to you

ME:
Ha, you wish. just pour yourself another drink meg

MEGYN:
I have. I'm on my third glass buddy, and your nowhere to be seen?
: (

I then received another right away.

MEGYN:
hurry up! I need you here. I'm getting desperate ; )

ME:
maybe if you stop writing me I'd get some work done?
- scott

To my surprise she then replied.

MEGYN:
whats wrong, cant do your work with one hand? hehe

At first I laughed and didn't take much notice of her comment but then it suddenly dawned on me at what she was implying.

ME:
exactly. you know how it gets around here ; )

MEGYN:
yes I do ; ) don't make me come down there!

ME:
oh really? I dare you! : )

Waiting a moment it was only then I realized that I was breathing a little heavier. I could hardly believe that I was actually in the middle of having some very flirtatious and sexually provocative texting with my boss, Megyn Kelly.

MEGYN:
you dare me? only if its worth my while

Putting my work on pause I then paid more attention to my phone and I teased her.

ME:
oh it is. you know it is.

At this point I was so nervous I could hardly stand it. I was barely able to type. Waiting an extra few minutes, for a moment I started to wonder if I might have crossed the line and offended her, and while I attempted to back track and change the direction of the texting conversation I got another message.

MEGYN:
you don't know what your getting yourself into

Reading the message back a number of times I proceeded to reply but stopped and started several times. I honestly didn't know how to respond. Was Megyn Kelly actually coming onto me I wondered, or were we just horsing around.

ME:
really, neither do you ; )

Sending it away I had never looked forward to receiving a message some much in my entire life. I found I was growing quite excited with her comments. It seemed the phone had allowed us to share our mutual pent up frustrations. Typing furiously I eagerly awaited her response.

*BEEP BEEP*

MEGYN:
you think you can handle it?

ME:
definitely.

Waiting an extra minute Megyn seemed to fall silent for a moment before she finally responded.

MEGYN:
Is the office empty yet?

Catching on immediately, I felt my heart race and could barely contain my excitement as I replied with trembling hands.

ME:
no, but I'm sure we could find a good place for us to go

Megyn then replied quickly and I could practically see the cunning expression on her face.

MEGYN:
Yes Im sure. actually theres a great ladies room upstairs here : P

ME:
oh thats right, we need a *public* place—well in that case theres a great park down the street from here

MEGYN:
yes, I know it well ; )

ME:
so have you *used* the bathroom yet?

MEGYN:
not yet : P —thinking about it.

Feeling bold I then forgot myself and typed without thinking.

ME:
Well what are you waiting for? Im sure you know how to type with one hand.

It was then that the texting finally stopped and I started to sweat bullets thinking I might have finally gone too far. Getting back to work I started to wonder how I could talk my way out of it and planned to say that I didn't know it was her I was texting.

Just then my phone chimed a message and I was so wound up that I literally jumped with fright in my seat. Concerned, I half expect it to read, "You're fired!" or "Clear out you desk!" but instead I almost dropped the phone as I read the waiting message.

MEGYN:
Okay, so now what?

ME:
Huh? Where are you?

MEGYN:
Im in the bathroom stall, like you suggested.

Feeling extremely tense and aroused I replied cautiously.

ME:
Well I think you know what to do next.

MEGYN:
No, tell me ; )

ME:
let your fingers do the walking

MEGYN:
and then?

ME:
and then? And then enjoy yourself—have a good time.

MEGYN:
Im already having a good time—but what if I want a better time?

Throwing caution to the wind I finally responded more assertively.

ME:
Well you know where to find me, don't you?

MEGYN:
Hmm yes, at my desk—and at my beck and call : P

ME:
That's right, : ) im sitting here right now trying to imagine you in that stall.

MEGYN:
Mm you do that.

With that message there was now no doubt about it—she was definitely in a very playful mood and up for anything. Taking a deep breath I found I was so aroused that I decided to risk my job and friendship with her and threw all caution and sense out the window. I was going to go all the way and either insult her or straight out proposition her.

ME:
your such a tease—such a dirty girl

I almost had to force myself to hit the send button. I couldn't believe I had actually typed that message and regretted it the moment it went through. To my amazement she replied right away.

MEGYN:
yes I am ; )

ME:
spread.

MEGYN:
k—now what?

The revelation almost caused my cock to burst out of my pants, and I decided to turn it up a notch.

ME:
lick your fingers

MEGYN:
; )

I waited for a few moment for her to elaborate but found myself over stimulated and impatient.

ME:
well—wet?

MEGYN:
very

I then boldly asked.

ME:
how many fingers?

Megyn paused for a moment before she finally replied.

MEGYN:
2.

At this point I was so riled up I could barely stand it and was almost tempted to just jack off right there in the office at the desk. It was then while I thought about what to say next that she sent another message.

MEGYN:
hm, really wet—tight.

Pushing myself away from the desk I got up and march around the office. I couldn't believe Megyn Kelly was actually in some bar a few blocks away getting off in a bathroom stall. Thinking what to do I dared not waste the opportunity and rushed off to the bathroom to check my appearance. There I schemed my next move.

I was going to head down there and give her what she was yearned for. It was then I cursed myself as I found myself conflicted and perplexed. Was I actually going to do this? Risk my job and career and friendship for a one night stand? This wasn't supposed to be hard.

While a large part of me wanted to head down there and screw her brains out, another more sensible side thought better of it and considered the long term effects. It was then as I returned into the office that I heard my blackberry chime to life again. It seemed Megyn was still busy typing away to me while I was away.

Just then as I attempted to clean up the desk and busy myself I suddenly heard the sound of someone's footsteps behind me, and as I started to turn around Megyn Kelly practically lunged at me.

Kissing me hard on the lips, she pushed her lithe body against me and we embraced as our tongued intertwined and mingled. To my delight she was a phenomenal kisser and her lips tasted like vodka and orange which was one of my favorite mixtures.

Kissing her face frantically I then mauled her neck and throat and abruptly picked her up and carried her over to her desk where I gently dropped her on the edge of the table. There Megyn held me tight with her arms and legs wrapped firmly around my hips, as I quickly kissed my way down her slender frame and eagerly hiked up her short skirt.

To my amazement I found that she indeed had no panties underneath and I was suddenly presented with Megyn Kelly's pristine snatch.

It was everything I had ever imagined it to be, with a tiny wisp of light brown hair just above her perfect, pink, clit. Without wasting a single moment I dove right in and enveloped her tight slot with my mouth, and Megyn could only spread her legs wide and run her fingers through my hair as I devoured her delicious, moist, cunt.

Eating her up I couldn't believe how incredibly sweet she tasted not to mention how incredibly tight she seemed. Taking her thin lips into my mouth I noisily slurped on her labia and eagerly pushed my tongue between her sweet pink folds.

There I then added a finger and heard myself groan with delight as I realized just how exceedingly tight she was—so much so that I could barely slide two fingers inside her at once, and trying this only caused her to squeal and thrash about above me.

"Oh yess eat my pussy—oohh" she said breathlessly.

The fact that it was Megyn Kelly saying such lewd and incredibly sexy things was a tremendous turn on.

Eating her hot little snatch eagerly, it was then I abruptly stood to my feet and without warning rubbed the end of my throbbing member against her sex. Without any resistance I slid my cock inside and we both groaned in approval.

Clutching her by the neck, I then held her steady as I proceeded to pound into her like a jackhammer and fucked her sweet cunt mercilessly.

"Oh yes! Fuck me!! Fuck me, Scottie!!" she moaned, "Fuck me hard and fast on my desk!! Do it! Do me—do it!!!"

At this point I was driving into her so hard and fast that my balls slapped loudly against her backdoor driving her wild.

Just then Megyn's mouth fell open and she seemed to hold her breath.

Pulling me in tightly she finally gasped, "Don't stoo—oohhh—opp!! I'm going to cum!!!"

With that she proceeded to climax loudly and I actually moaned out loud as I felt her tight cunt restrict and milk my manhood firmly.

"Nnrghhh fuck—you're so tight Megyn!! Jesus!!"

With that I finally and reluctantly pulled out of her searing tight cunt and grabbing her roughly by the arm to spin her around and bend her over her desk.

Megyn gasped with surprise and didn't put up much off a fight as I hastily pawed at her delicious ass and slapped it firmly—causing her to shriek. Caught up in the moment, I initially planned to just imaple the sexy blonde bitch, but without thinking, found myself drop to my knees and bury my face between her succulent cheeks.

This unexpected action caused Megyn Kelly to shriek and groan with delight.

"Oh Scottie—" she cooed as my tongue eagerly slithered across her moist pussy lips.

I explored her sex intently before I finally slobbered my tongue across the length of her slit and flipped the tip inside her tight backdoor—causing her to thrash about uncontrollably.

Judging from her reaction I assumed this was the very first time anyone had ever rimmed her, and the revelation only enticed and encouraged me. She could now only shriek and thrash about wildly as I had my seedy sordid way with her—and repeatedly plunged my thick wet tongue inside her puckered anus.

To our surprise Megyn soon began to climax loudly, and trembling violently, tried to catch her breath while I took the opportunity to stand directly behind her and finally impale her. Gripping her by her petite hips, I thrust into her making her grunt loudly with each drive.

"URGHHHH!! Yesss—oooh shittt!!" she grunted.

Picking up the pace I proceeded to drill her hard and fast again until I finally sensed myself close to climaxing.

With that I then finally pulled out and shot my load all over her sweet little ass—glazing her flawless buttocks with my wad.

Having just fucked one of Fox News' sexiest blonde babes, and on her very own desk no less, I stumbled back and took in the scene before me. Trying to catch my breath I then cavalierly wandered out of the office and towards the men's room to clean up—and in the process gave her some much needed privacy.

Inside the mens room my head was spinning while my cock ached from the workout her tight 38-year-old vagina had treated me to. Cleaning myself up I soon returned to find the office empty and immediately started to wonder if Megyn had already regretted our drunken encounter. God knows I didn't.