Donors Circle Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
FOR ADULTS ONLY. Though about real famous people, this story is completely made-up and bears no relation to real life. It's fantasy only.
Nifty Archive relies on the support from readers to keep doing the awesome work they're doing. Please consider donating to support the Archive.
Donors Circle
Yes, I was stuck in Chicago another night, and yes, this DESCO merger deal was going to be responsible for more gray hair. But they needed a senior partner on this one, and I was the lucky bastard who had enough room on my calendar for the trip.
But by 8pm we'd wrapped up this son of a bitch, too late for me to get out for the last flight out, but I was looking forward to a quiet night in the hotel bar. A nice dinner, a nice scotch or two, and I'd feel whole again.
So I was a little perturbed to come back to the Waldorf to find a huge commotion in the lobby and bar area. It was a swarm of men in suits, talking excitedly and seemingly waiting for something or someone. I asked one man who passed me by what was going on.
"Beats me, actually," he said. "Maybe something to do with a baseball player." The Cubs-Mets game was the next day, so that made sense.
I lingered around to see if I could spot a pro athlete, and that's when I saw a familiar face. Greg Kelly, Good Day New York host. He was pushing his way through the scrum when he saw me.
"Drake!" he said, shaking my hand and clapping my back. "How are ya buddy?" Confidentially, I'll say that Kelly and I were on-again off-again fuck buddies. We'd been off-again, but seeing his stocky Marine-built Irish-American build and the combination of gruff demeanor and pearly white smile, well, I was thinking well, maybe something could happen again, and soon.
"All right, man. Work grinding me down, but other than that life's good. Say, what's going on here?"
"Political fundraiser. I'm here helping a friend arrange for a political nonprofit. You know, fundraising stuff." He had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he leaned in and whispered. "Don't tell anyone, Bill, but it's for a Democrat!"
I laughed. Greg Kelly wasn't exactly a political ethics poster boy. A journalist who used the political connections of his father to be a part of the story more than covering it. "Playing both sides of the fence, huh?" I teased.
"Damn straight." Greg nodded, getting my double entendre. The guy was an equal-opportunity philanderer if ever there was one, and I was starting to get my hopes up he'd jump to my side of the fence tonight.
Only he had other ideas. "Listen, Bill, I know I still owe you big time for that favor you did for me." I once helped Kelly out of a debt at a poker game, and in addition to paying me back, he promise he'd return a favor one day. "Would you like a nice, expert blowjob about now?"
"You offering, Kelly?" I said, maybe a little too hopefully.
He laughed. "Not now, Drake. Maybe later. But I know someone who's better than me at giving them. A lot better."
"Yeah? Who?"
"I can't say. Besides, I think you'll like the surprise," he said, with a grin.
What the hell. "All right, I'm game."
He clapped my shoulder again, and pulled out his phone. "Mike?" he said when the other party picked up. "Yeah, it's me. Greg. I got another one here, think you can fit him in? Yeah? Yeah, now works, he can be up in 5 minutes. Cool, I'll send him straight up."
Greg hung up with a big smile on his face. "Room 2108, buddy. My friend there will arrange it for you. Trust me, you're gonna love this."
I was starting to harden up in my suit with anticipation. I wondered why all the rigamarole, but I figured maybe it really was some celebrity. I shook Greg's hand and made my way to the elevators.
I don't know who I was expecting in 2108 but a middle-aged man in very conservative business attire answered - navy suit, red and blue repp stripe tie, blue starched shirt, black wingtips, perfectly groomed. "You're Bill? Mike, pleased to meet you. Come on in," he ushered me inside. "I hope you don't mind if we're not on a last name basis. Want a drink? Bourbon? Scotch? Beer?"
"Scotch sounds good," I said and watched as he unscrewed the cap of a mini-bar bottle and poured it in a rocks glass.
"He'll be here in just a second. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable."
I almost asked who'd be there, but a gut instinct told me I shouldn't ask, that I should just go along with this game, even if I didn't know the rules.
We sat there about ten minutes, and I made too quick a dent into my scotch. It helped loosen me up.
Finally there was a knock at the connecting door in the suite. Mike bolted up and opened it up.
"Sorry I'm late, couldn't break from from that conference call," came the friendly voice.
"No worries, sir, come on in. This is Bill..." he introduced me.
The man was a tallish man, about 6'1", fit and trim, a true DILF with silvery brown hair and an expensive but conservative suit that fit his conditioned body very well. Maybe early 50s but younger looking. He was familiar, very familiar to me, and just as I was about to place the name with the face, he shook my hand.
"Martin O'Malley, great to meet you, Bill," he said in a confident, glad-handing manner.
Holy fuck! A former governor and now presidential candidate stood before me, but for me the biggest excitement was meeting such a hot DILF face to face. My cock stirred, I couldn't help it.
"The pleasure's mine, Governor O'Malley."
He pulled up a chair and motioned me to sit down across from him. "I just wanted to thank donors to DDW personally."
I was starting to catch on. Greg had told Mike who had told O'Malley that I was a big donor to a nonprofit allied with O'Malley's campaign. I played along.
"I'm happy to help, sir. I have real faith in your candidacy."
That made O'Malley smile. "Glad to hear. Mind you, you know that technically and legally my campaign is separate from DDW's activity."
I nodded reassuringly. "Oh yes, sir, I get that. We gotta play by the rules, and I'm happy to help."
"Well, my campaign thanks you, and I personally want to thank you for your generosity." He leaned back and placed his hands on his legs. Damn, he's a fine looking man. He looked up over at Mike, "You mind giving us a couple minutes, Mike?"
Mike grinned and nodded. "Don't mind at all, sir." And he left through the connecting door into the neighboring suite.
As the door shut, my heart was beating a mile a minute. We sat silently across from one another, O'Malley leaning in, looking intently at me.
"I don't have much time to give you, Bill," he finally said, "but like I say, I want to thank you personally." Leaning forward further and getting out of his chair, he grabbed my zipper and pulled it down, massaging my dick in the process. I sprung back hard almost immediately. He reached in and grabbed my expanding cock, pulling out through my boxers and the fly of my trousers. By now I was almost fully boned and my hardon stuck straight up into his caressing hand.
O'Malley knelt down and loosened his blue tie. He then undid the top button of his dress shirt. "Gotta make room to swallow, you're a pretty big guy, Bill," he winked. Then he leaned down and gave my dicks a couple of licks, wetting it up. It felt awesome, but the politician didn't waste any time on foreplay. He opened up his mouth and took me in. Swallowed me, halfway at the first go, then with a couple of sucking bobs, he had me all the way into his throat.
Greg wasn't kidding. O'Malley was twenty times better as a cocksucker. He didn't go fast but he had a steady, intense rhythm, sucking my bone, and pivoting slightly as I withdrew to maximize the friction of my dickhead against the back of his throat. It was doing the trick, all right.
I didn't know if it was against the rules, but i had to touch him. To put my hand on top of his silvery hair and gently guide this dad in sucking my cock. O'Malley moaned and sucked harder, and a little faster. I couldn't get over how good he was, how he was just sucking my dick like this, servile, grateful.
I wondered if he did this for all donors, and I realized he did. At least the big-bucks donors. Sucked them off just like this. No nonsense blowjobs. Just given a name, maybe a quick note on how much the guy donated and then a quick meet and greet just like this one. Hand shakes, small talk, Mike leaves the room, and O'Malley's fellating the guy till he fed the power politician his cum.
Like I was doing now. I couldn't hold back. The sensations, the nastiness of the situation had me ejactulating down the presidential candidate's hot talented throat.
"Oh fuck," I grunted, holding my grip on O'Malley's head as I rode out the orgasm.
O'Malley leaned back and rose up with more decorum than I thought possible for a man who'd just been swallowing cock and cum like that. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his chin and mouth. He picked up a water bottle from the table and took a good glug.
"You're a pretty big shooter, Bill," he winked and set down the water bottle. He held out his hand to shake. "Listen I gotta run, but again, thanks for your help. It means a lot to me and my campaign."
"Yeah," I said, a little lightheaded from the orgasm I just had. I was still in aftershocks, it was that good. As he left, I stuffed my deflating prick back into my suit and zipped up, just in time to see Mike reappear.
"As you know Bill, we won't solicit further donations, that's not how we like to work. But if you are interested in making a top off donation. Tomorrow, next week, next month, whenever, well we hope we can make it feel it's worth your while."
"I understand, and yes I'm very satisfied," I said, shaking MIke's hand and bidding goodbye. Something about that blowjob made me feel like I actually was a billionaire donor calling the shots.
Kelly was all smiles when I returned to the lobby. "What did I tell you, buddy?"
"Damn, Greg, that was intense."
"He get you to blow?" Already knowing the answer.
"In like forty seconds. Never met anyone that good at it." Just the memory put a smile on my face.
"Ha, glad you enjoyed it. I can arrange a follow up session some time if you like." He bit his lip thoughtfully. "And listen, if O'Malley didn't drain you dry, I'd love to reconnect a little later on. Whaddya think? For old times sake?"
"I'd like that Kelly. A lot."