“Fuck,” I gasp, looking into his eyes. He’s serious, I can tell. “I don’t think… I don’t know. You’re so big.”
“Every inch,” he reminds me. “Every single inch.”
I groan and nod. “Fuck me,” I beg. “Please. Keep going.”
He moves faster, grinding and thrusting. I roll my hips, pushing tight against him with my arms. I can feel my clit against his body, his cock lodged deep inside my pussy.
Pleasure blooms all through me. Even the scary idea of his monstrous cock inside of my ass just makes me that much more excited.
And having him come inside of me drives me wild.
I’ve never had anyone fuck me in the ass before. I’ve never felt it before.
I should be afraid. But he just makes me excited for absolutely anything.
He pulls me off the desk suddenly, turning me around. I face forward, bent over, as he slaps my ass hard.
“Shit,” I gasp, but I don’t have long to think about it. He presses his cock back inside, grabbing my hips.
He fucks me hard from behind. As he fills me, I feel his finger tease my ass before sliding inside.
I groan. I move my hips. I let him finger my ass as he fucks my pussy, nice and deep and rough. I work my hips, backing up against him, pleasure blooming all through me.
“Just a taste, little Maggie,” he whispers. “Just a taste of my big cock in your tight little ass. That’s what you like, right? You want me to fill you up?”
“I want you inside me, Daddy,” I gasp. “Every single inch of you.”
“That’s right.” He grabs my hair with his other hand, pulls back. I move my ass faster, back arched.
He fucks me rough, merciless. I’m sweating, groaning, my mind completely blank except for pleasure. I can’t feel anything but pure desire.
I can’t think of anything but my President Daddy fucking my pussy, my tight ass. He keeps thrusting, moving harder, grinding and taking me deep.
I groan, moving back against him. I know I can’t take much more. I’m so fucking close.
I grip the desk. I hold on tight. I move my hips faster, grinding, moving, pleasure blooming, my eyes closed, my mouth open.
He pulls my hair. He slaps my ass. I know I’m close. “Come for Daddy, Maggie,” he whispers in my ear.
That’s all I needed to hear. The orgasm slowly overtakes me, starting off as a tensing, a tightening, before resolving into an explosive pleasure that wracks every inch of my skin.
I’m shaking, groaning, a mess of pleasure and need. I’m like a puddle at his feet, but he’s not done with me.
As I finish, he slowly slides his cock back out, a smile on his lips.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, turning me around, pushing me to my knees. “Now get my cock nice and wet.”
I take him in my mouth, sucking him fast and deep. He groans and I lick every inch, covering him with my spit. I take him into my throat, gag, my own hand between my legs, teasing myself.
He pulls me back to my feet, turns me around, pushing me down. He spreads my ass open and I feel his tongue lick me, top to bottom, before his cock presses against me.
I relax as much as I can as he slowly slides himself inside of me.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “God damn. You’re so fucking tight.”
“Oh, shit, Daddy.” Pain lances through me. I grip the desk.
He leans over me, kisses me lips. “Relax. Let me do the work.”
I take a breath and relax. He slides himself deeper and I take him. I feel so full as he slowly starts to fuck me.
I take him deep into my ass. I love how he groans, moans my name. I move my hips, encouraging him, needing it.
He fucks me faster, deeper. I look over my shoulder and meet his eyes.
That seems to push him over the edge. He cups my breasts and thrusts his cock deep into my ass. I can feel him come, filling my ass up to the brim.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh, fucking god damn, Maggie.”
I can’t help but smile as he slides himself out of me. He collapses back into his chair and pulls me down into his lap.
“I bet you’re the first woman to get your ass fucked on this desk,” he says, kissing me.
“I bet you’re right,” I say. “Then again, Presidents are usually disgusting, horny old men.”
He makes a face. “Old?”
I grin. “That’s the part you’re offended by?”
“I am disgusting and horny. Can’t deny that. But I’m not old, not yet.”
“You’re not old.” I kiss him softly. “Daddy.”
He grins, hand in my hair, and pulls me tight against him.
We sit like that for a while, just breathing together. Eventually, we get dressed, although he keeps my panties in his desk drawer. “Just in case I feel like smelling you,” he says.