I almost fall out of my chair. She's talking to Samantha Scar.
Samantha fucking Scar - the fucking fallen noble. Kicked out of St. Penares. Fired as Chief of Staff to the President of the United States. Why is she talking to Daphne?
I gotta remember to ask her that.
But as always, I’m looking at Daphne and the roundness of her ass. That tight fucking ass. Those delicious tits. That slender stomach. That cute face with the perfect nose and innocent, wide set eyes.
I’m fucking hard.
I realize both the hosts are looking at me.
“If Samantha Scar wants to kick me out of the country,” I tell the hosts, “I will fight with my last breath. This city is my home. It’s the greatest fucking city on the face of the earth and I would never want to leave it voluntarily. I will do anything to stay here.”
Now the audience just gets up and cheers. It’s a hometown crowd and nothing gets them happier than someone like me saying good things.
The interviewer is over and I stand up and shake hands with Robin and Taylor.
Completely forgetting the massive fucking erection that’s tenting my trousers.
At first I don’t notice but Robin gasps as she looks down at my crotch. The audience members closest to me and those watching on the big screen give a collective intake of breath, excited.
Fuck me.
“Well, two ‘fucks’ and a boner,” Taylor says with a wry grin. “I think the network just about broke even with the historic audience tune in.”
The three of us laugh and I walk off stage. Samantha doesn’t even acknowledge me as I walk by her.
I’m in the car. Daphne is sitting next to me and her hand is in mine.
“I didn’t know you knew Samantha,” I ask her, curious as to what I saw earlier.
“Oh,” Daphne says, totally surprised at my question. “I just met her. I was talking to her.”
Fuck. She seemed pretty intent on whatever Samantha was telling her.
“You guys seemed to be fucking deep in conversation…” I trail off.
Daphne looks at me, giving me a curious eye. At first I’m a bit worried. But then I see her eyes roaming my body hungrily.
“The only think that I want to be deep into,” she says scooting even closer. “Is your monster cock.”
She reaches for my crotch with a grin, the open palm of her hand pressing down on my erection. I lean back against the seat, a joyful electric buzz spreading from my diamond hard cock to all of my muscles.
Still with that grin on her lips, she unbuttons my pants and rubs her index finger over the thick shape that’s tenting my boxer bri
efs. I can’t help but swallow hard as she slides her hand under my underwear, her fingers immediately curling themselves around my pulsing cock. Fuck, I don’t know what it is about her, but her touch is fucking amazing. Soon enough, there’s nothing on my mind - aside from all this fucking pleasure, of course.
Moving her hand up and down in a rhythmic motion, she starts to stroke me as I exhale sharply. I can’t fucking help it - I let my hand succumb to desire and I grab and squeeze at one of her breasts as she continues to touch me.
I look at her and, seeing her lick her lips while staring at me, my heart starts to race completely out of control. I know what’s coming and I can’t wait for it. Daphne pulls down my brief boxers and my cock springs free and ready, the tip glistening with precum.
She leans into me and, the moment I realize it, I’m already throwing my head back against the headrest and closing my eyes. I feel her wet tongue lapping at my tip, running soft and slow circles around my glans. With my hands resting over her head, I run my fingers through her hair and open my eyes, taking in the fucking perfect sight of Daphne’s mouth so close to my pulsing cock.
With her free hand she cups my balls and starts to massage them gently; slightly parting her lips, she lays her mouth right on my cock, a shiver going up my spine as she starts to suck.
In a maddeningly slow fashion, she starts to open her mouth more as my cock slides inside her, rolling over her tongue. She goes as deep as she manages to, her tongue pressing upwards against my member, and then starts to pull out very slowly. I raise my hips up just an inch, driven by an unconscious desire to just ravage her, but I manage to control myself. Which is not a fucking easy thing to do, I can tell you that.
I grit my teeth as she starts to bob her head up and down, my cock’s length sliding in and out of her mouth at a growing pace. I start to slightly thrust at her, matching the rhythm of both her hand and mouth.