Confessions of a Marriage Robin Hood. . .Part Four

Charlotte City Councilman Theo Baxter hated everything that wasn't a republican. Imagine my surprise when I saw him on the site. I didn't even have to use my expensive ass software to know who he was. Bax369 had been his screen name. It made me wonder if he'd actually been trying to hide his cheating ways. Then I began to question why the media hadn't gotten wind of this. After all, this would've been John Edwards love child big — in the city of Charlotte, at least.

It took him a while to respond to my sultry messages. I told him in the first message that he looked as if his dick was candy covered and sweet and I could wait to taste it. It was corny and a little much, but the man said in his profile that he wanted a woman who loved oral sex.  I could play that role, because his penis would never ever touch my lips.

When I sent my second message, a week later, which was a picture of my lips wrapped around a banana, he responded with a list of demands.

Before you suck my dick, I need to see your STD test results, I also need to inspect your mouth to make sure you have all of your teeth. Then, I'd like to see what you can do with a dildo in your mouth.YOU MUST SWALLOW. If you agree to these terms, I will send you further instructions as to where this encounter will take place. Also, you must leave all photographic equipment behind and this includes smartphones. I assure you, no harm will come to you.

What an idiot! Then I wondered how many women had he lured under these circumstances? It made sense as to why no one would look for this kind of lewd behavior from Councilman Baxter. With no proof or pictures, who would believe a woman on a site where you signed up to have sex with married men if she said she was Baxter's mistress?

That was about to change. The best thing about the padded ass that I wore when I met these married men was the ability to hide cameras, phones, digital recorders and anything else to get proof of their cheating or whatever. I didn't even want Baxter's money, I wanted him ruined and embarrassed, I wanted to strip his power from him and watch his reputation burn. Yep, I was relishing my role as a marriage Robin Hood when I meet the councilman at a Pineville hotel. My recorder was rolling as I walked into the room.

"Well," he said as he gave me a slow once over. "You're lovely lady. Very exotic. I approve."

"Thank you," I replied coyly, though inside, I wanted to vomit. Glancing at the bed, I saw he had a few pink dildos lined up next to the pillows. Whipped cream, chocolate syrup and fruit flavored condoms.

"Open your mouth," he ordered. I did as he commanded. "Perfect," he replied.  "Now, come over here and let's see how you use those lips and tongue." We crossed over to the bed and he handed me a dildo.

"This is brand new, isn't it?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Of course. That's the first time I've ever been asked that."

"You do this a lot?"

"You ask a lot of questions. I guess I need to shove my dick in your mouth and shut you up," he quipped.

I had him! "I guess you do, Mr. Baxter."