Mr. President 1(178)

I take my fingers back to his waistline, and slide them around it until they’re resting over his ass. Hooking my fingers on his pants and boxer briefs, I start to pull them down, baring his ass to all the horny women in the audience. They whistle and shout, going completely berserk as I reveal more inches of his body. Then, moving quickly, I push it all down to his ankles, his cock springing free right in front of my face.

Austin steps out of his clothing and then, picking up his boxers from the floor, throws them into the audience. I can only see shadows and silhouettes, but judging from the anxious sound from the women in the crowd, I know that some lucky girl has managed to snag Austin’s underwear. Swear to God, women can be raunchier than men.

Facing the crowd, Austin walks to the edge of the stage again and pushes his ruined shirt down his arms. The crowd gasps as he opens his arms and throws his head back, revealing his naked body in all its glory. Some of the women get up from their seats and walk up so that they can take a better look at Austin’s gigantic cock. From the corner of my eye, I see some of the security guys getting up from their discrete corners to position themselves between these women and Austin, but he just waves the men away. This is a women’s club, and Austin wants them to be as wild as they want to be. And that’s exactly what they do; they go to the edge of the stage, reaching for Austin and cry out in delight as they manage to brush their fingers against the naked skin on his legs.#p#分页标题#e#

Turning around, Austin walks back to me, his hard cock making me lick my lips in an unconscious motion. I need him inside my mouth again… And then I need him somewhere else too.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, looking up at him as a knot in my throat starts to form. He smiles, deviousness painted on his lips.

“Whatever you want, babe. This is how we do things around here. You can do whatever the fuck you want, and you can go as fucking wild as you need to.”

“I can go fucking wild,” I tell him, a ball of anticipation forming in my stomach. Oh, I can be very, very wild.

“Then what are you waiting for?” he whispers, and I reach for him, placing both my hands on his ass and pulling him in. His cock bounces right in front of me and I just go for it; I take one hand to it and curl my fingers around its thickness, my skin prickling as I feel that sweet warmness of his spreading to my body.

I start moving my hand back and forth, biting on my lower lip as the whole room seems to go mad. Women are whistling and shouting things at the stage, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. I just feel the electricity hanging in the air, as if every single atom at Python was attuned to both Austin and I. Right now, we’re the center of the Universe.

Whatever you want, he told me, and I wonder how far I can go. What if I want to suck him right here on stage? What if I want to fuck him? Is that too far, or does 'whatever you want' include all these things? Well, there’s only one way to find out.

Licking my lips again, I lock eyes with Austin and start leaning into him. I stop just one inch away from the tip of his cock, and he grins at me with that what are you waiting for? look on his face. Fuck, I’m nervous right now. I’ve made porn movies and worked as a stripper… But now, sitting on this stage with Austin, I feel like the world is at my feet, and I’m nervous. There’s something special about Python, no doubt about it, and I’m starting to feel it. It’s in the atmosphere of the place, it’s in the dancers and in the way every single women in here seems to be having the time of their lives… Yeah, this is more than a bar or a strip club. This is way better than that. I just wonder how much better.

I part my lips and fit them against Austin’s cock, sucking in and allowing his delicious flavor to crawl all the way up to my brain. I close my eyes and, opening my mouth wide, I start rolling my lips down his shaft. Right now, I have no idea if the audience is shouting, whistling or rioting; I’m in a world of my own.

“That’s right, babe,” Austin tells me, placing his hands on my head and pushing me down, “all the way.” I go as deep as I can, only stopping when the tip of his cock is pressed against the back of my throat, and then he slides it back. Holding my head in place, he starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. My eyes remain closed as I savor how it feels to have him filling me up like this, his thickness pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks.

Then, moving fast, he pulls his cock out. “You’re not here to please me,” he tells me with a grin, tall flames of lust dancing behind his eyes. “You’re here to be pleased,” he continues, lowering his voice as he reaches for me, grabbing my bunched up dress and tugging on it so hard that I almost jump out of the chair. I grab the seat as he pulls on my dress, and he rips it off of my body and leaves me only in my heels and underwear.