Mr. President 1(153)

But I tolerate him. And today, I think I can do a bit more than tolerate him. I have an itch to scratch and, since I’m paying so much money, I might as well make him work for it.

I step out from my office and walk to the edge of the balcony overlooking the stage. The spotlights are on the dancers, so no one sees me there, looking down at the crowd, no one but Lester, of course. It almost seems that he wasn’t looking at the dancers but at the door to my office. He’s obsessed with me, and he has told me as much. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said to me once, and another time he actually told me that I didn’t understand how much he "cared about me."

But he’s never overstepped and, since I keep paying him his cut out of my profits, he behaves like a dog on a leash. Tonight I’ll reward him for that.

He’s looking straight at me, so I give him an easy smile and point with my head to a side room I have at the bottom of the stairs. He gets up from his seat and ambles there, nursing a glass of vodka in his hand, and I meet him halfway.

“What do you think about a private dance, Lester? Sounds good to you?” I purr at him, placing one hand on his chest.

“I’ve been waiting all night for that, Destiny,” he says, and I can’t help but notice that he’s already hard, the shape of his cock straining against pants. Grabbing him by the hand, I lead him inside the room, pushing the door open with my hips. Once inside I push him back onto the sofas that line the walls, and I press a few buttons on the wall. The lights in the room become dimmer, and sensual music starts, the sounds from outside muffled by the thick soundproof walls.

“I’m going to put on a show for you,” I tell him as I grab the pole in the middle of the room and balance myself on it. Lester’s eyes are crawling all over my body, and I can almost feel him peeling my short skirt and blouse off with his mind.

“Maybe I’ll put on a show for you as well,” he grins at me, his voice hoarse and filled with anticipation. It’s your lucky day, Lester, I think to myself, you’re no woodsman, but you’ll do. I start dancing around the pole, moving at the beat of the music, and then I pull my blouse off and throw it on top of him. My eyes never leaving his, I push down the zipper on my skirt and then sway my hips from side to side, allowing the fabric to fall down to my feet.#p#分页标题#e#

“Like what you see, Commissioner?” I ask him in a seductive tone. I know he goes crazy whenever I call him Commissioner.

“I love it, Destiny,” he says, his eyes leaving mine and devouring the way my lace bra and small thong cover my tits and pussy. I could tease him so much more, drive him to the edge, but I don’t really care to. He’s already hard, and I have an itch to scratch, so why bother? It’s not like he really deserves all this attention. “I love seeing you at any time; you’re so fucking sexy.”

“Then,” I purr, walking up to him in my heels and climbing on top of his body, straddling him, “why don’t you show me just how much you love it?” He gets so hard that I even feel his cock poking at me through his pants, so I reach for it, grabbing it over the fabric.

I unbuckle his belt then, and he does the rest, unzipping his pants and pushing them down with his boxers to his ankles. I grab his cock right away, but then stop before I can do anything else.

“Condom,” I simply tell him, and he bends over and fishes one out from his pants. Yeah, he already knows how I roll, and if he wants a piece of me, he has to play by my rules. Unwrapping the condom, I push it down his cock, and use my free hand to push my thong to the side. Finally, I ease myself down. I close my eyes as I feel his tip against my wetness, but it slides inside me easily; although he has a respectable eighth inches, believe me when I say I’ve had bigger.

I rock my hips against him as fast as I can and, using one hand, I slide it under my thong and start rubbing my clit. I have a feeling that Lester isn’t going to last that long, so I need to make good use of my time here. My eyes are still shut as I concentrate myself, and thank God it doesn’t take me long. All I do is think about Eddie Cleveland.

Okay, don’t laugh. Eddie is hot. His woodsman is even hotter.

Anyways, that’s who’s making me cum soon. That’s right. I feel my heart beating faster and, with a slight moan, I come. And just in time too because Lester is groaning as if I’m stabbing him, his face straining with pleasure.

I feel his cock spasm. And then the condom gets very warm inside of me.

“Fuck, that was intense,” he breathes out and I roll to the side, sitting next to him.