I take one step back, my eyes widening as I take in his naked figure. If Leonardo Da Vinci was alive, he’d make a sculpture out of Austin’s body, there’s no doubt of it in my mind.
My body acting with a life of its own, I lower myself to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, I rest my hands on his knees and then let my fingers slide all the way to his inner thighs, Austin’s breathing growing deeper as I close in on his cock. Looking up at him, I start leaning in but I stop right before my lips touch the tip of his cock. Grinning, I part my lips and dart my tongue out, flicking it against his cock. He shudders as I do it and, exhaling sharply, he rests both his hands on the top of my head.
Using one hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers, feeling how busy they are producing all the cum he’s going to unleash over my body once we’re done. With my free hand, I trace the contour of his cock, my index finger sliding from the root of his member to its tip, and then doing the same movement on an opposite direction. I do it over and over again, teasing him mercilessly.
Finally succumbing to my own desire, I lean forward and rest my lips against the tip of his cock, softly kissing it. Opening my mouth, I then wrap my lips around it, feeling his warm flesh over my tongue. Sucking on him gently, I allow my lips to roll down the length of his shaft. I go all the way down, only stopping when the tip of his cock is firmly pressed against the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Ash,” he groans, tangling his fingers on my hair. Rolling my lips back, I start bobbing my head back and forth over his cock, pressing against his shaft with my tongue. Grabbing his member with my right hand, I then start to stroke him with a ma
tching rhythm to that of my mouth, enjoying the way he’s breathing heavily.
Doing it like this is enough to turn my thong into a wet rag. I can already feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs, and I can’t wait to rub that wetness against Austin’s hard member.
Moving back, I allow his cock to pop out of my mouth and I grab it with both my hands. Looking into his eyes, I start stroking him as fast as I can, hell bent on stopping only when he’s dangling over the edge of an orgasm.
I do it for almost a minute and then, without a break to my movements, I open my mouth as wide as I can and swallow his cock whole, his shaft sliding over my tongue in a hurry. Sucking as fast as I can, I let go of his cock and take both my hands to his ass, squeezing his ass cheeks and pulling him into me at the same time. Reacting to my movements, he yanks on my hair and forces me to stop sucking.
Taking the lead, he starts thrusting, fucking my mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy. He groans as he does it, and I can’t help but open my eyes to enjoy the expression on his face.
With his head thrown back, Austin has his eyes closed, a grin of pure delight commanding his lips. He’s moving his hips fast, ravaging my mouth and succumbing to the lack of control that has taken over his body.
Then, surprising me, he takes one step back: letting go of my hair he pops his cock out of my mouth. Moving fast, so fast that I don’t even have the time to react, he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me up to my feet.
“I always wanted to do this,” he whispers, pushing me back until my ass is pressed against the piece of history that’s the President’s desk. Growling, he pushes my skirt down my legs and then, hooking his thumbs on the string of thong that laces my outer thighs, he undresses me completely.
Now that I’m completely naked, he takes his hand to my ass and pushes me up; I go up willingly, sitting down on the desk as I spread my legs and lace them around his waist. Pulling him into me, I hold my breath as he closes the distance between the two of us, the tip of his cock brushing against my drenched folds.
“Fuck me, Mr. President,” I purr at him, my pussy aching to feel his thickness stretching me wide. As if reading my thoughts, he thrusts right away, pushing his shaft inside of me so fast that I feel my mind breaking apart. His thickness strains against my inner walls on the way, and it fills me up so completely that it seems like his cock was made solely for my pussy. Well, I guess now I can say that his cock is only mine, though – that’s what an enjoyment ring means, right? Oh, sorry. I meant engagement ring. Because, hun, that’s right – these twelve inches of pure pleasure are my sole property to enjoy with as I please.
With a vicious rhythm right from the start, Austin thrusts over and over again, his cock completely demolishing my pussy. With my legs laced around his waist, I keep him trapped in place – not that I need to, though. I doubt he’d go anywhere, even if I let him. His body needs mine as much as mine needs his.
I throw my head back as he ravages me wildly and, feeling a scream climbing up my throat, I open my mouth and let it explode in the air. The Oval Office is soundproof and, even if it wasn’t, what do I care? Right now I’ve surrendered to pleasure and, if anyone wants to listen in, please be my guest. Even Presidents need a healthy sex life… And I’ll make it my purpose in life to make sure that President Austin has one of the healthiest sex lives in all of history.
Fucking me until all my muscles grow sore, he then decides to go even harder. My legs grow limp as he thrusts viciously but, at the same time, I feel my insides clenching. Just a fraction of a second later and a thermonuclear explosion takes over my mind, bright colors and sounds bouncing around my skull.
Screaming and moaning, I throw myself back, collapsing on top of his desk and sending a few of the folders piled there tumbling down to the floor. I expect him to stop now but, of course, I’m wrong. Right now, he has no brakes, and nothing on Earth would be able to make him stop.
With his hands placed on the back of my knees, he pulls me into him and pounds me slower now; but slower doesn’t mean he’s being any gentler. Instead, he has replaced speed with strength, the brutish thrusts of his hips making me feel on the verge of passing out. Seriously, there’s so much pleasure running through my mind right now that I wouldn’t be able to tell you my name if you asked me.
Curling my fingers around the edge of the desk to steady myself, I just spread my legs wide and allow him to fuck me as hard as he wants, another orgasm building on the back of the last one. Hitting me out of the blue, I let another wild scream echo through the room, the sound of my voice stabbing the silence wildly.
I do it until my throat grows sore and then, for good measure, I do it some more. Only when my throat gives up on me do I shut up, whimpering as the orgasm raging inside my body turns my body into a quivering mess.
“Tired already?” He whispers, leaning in to lay a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Never,” I reply with a purr, his teasing words waking some hidden reserve of energy inside of me. I sit up on the desk as he slides his cock out of me and, not even wasting a second, I turn around and assume an all-fours position, wiggling my ass from side to side and inviting him in.
Accepting my invitation in a heartbeat, he comes up to me and, angling his cock downward, he rubs it tip along the length of my pussy. Without any kind of warning, he simply thrusts and forces his whole twelve-inches inside of me with one quick movement. I let out another wild scream, one that bounces off the walls and comes back to my eardrums at full force.
Pounding me with a gentle fury only Austin is capable of, he drags me down into a world where pleasure reigns supreme, one where orgasms always come in a dozen. Sounds like a fantastical world to live in, doesn’t it? It sure does and, if it were up to me, I’d make sure that every woman visits this pleasure land at least once in a lifetime.
Thrusting back against Austin, I impale myself on his cock over and over again, taking part of the responsibility in building another orgasm. It comes quickly enough – just a couple of thrusts more and the muscles in my throat grow tense, making a supreme effort to push out a scream shrill enough to rupture my own eardrums.
Completely lost in a daze of ecstasy, I’m jolted out of it when I hear a loud noise coming from one of the side doors. I raise my head just in time to see someone kicking the door open; before I can even blink, three Secret Service agents run into the room with their handguns raised. Their eyes automatically dart to every corner in the room, even after seeing the two of us, almost as if their programming didn’t allow them to process whatever is in front of them before all threats are neutralized.
But, of course, eventually they lower their gun and, for one long second, they just stare at us. Let me rephrase that: they stare at my naked body, on all fours, my breasts wagging as I look at them in embarrassment. I bet my cheeks are as red as wildfire.
I can’t see Austin, as he’s standing behind me, but I already know that there’s a massive grin on his face. I mean, he didn’t even bother to take his cock out of me!