Mr. President 1(213)

“This is just the start, babe,” he whispers, turning his hand around and placing his thumb over my clit. Without giving me any time to catch my breath, he starts massaging my clit while, at the same time, he pushes one more finger inside of me. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me with fast strokes, his thumb circling my clit in such a way that I can’t help but keep on hissing, pleasure turning into sound on my lips. “You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you?” he asks, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Y-yes…” I manage to say, commanding my mouth to move. Speaking is almost impossible when every single inch of your body is receiving a lashing from pleasure.

“Then I want you warmed up for it,” he continues to speak, moving his finger in and out of me at a urgent pace. It feels like my mind is slowly fading, every single thought inside my head being replaced with the echo of lust and ecstasy. Then, I feel the crackle of electricity inside of me and --#p#分页标题#e#

“OH GOD!” I shout, throwing my head back again and burying my fingernails in his back. By now I bet that he looks as if he has spent the night fighting a leopard. A very sexy leopard, mind you. “Your cock…” I find myself saying, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs and pulling them down with such a violence that he groans. “I want your cock. Right now.” I curl my fingers around his shaft and, losing no time, I start moving my hand up and down his long inches, stroking him as he slowly slides his two fingers out of my pussy.

With a groan, he rolls to the side and sits down by my side, his cock slipping out of my fingers as he sits. Moving like a wild cat, I slip down from the couch and go down to my knees in front of him, reaching with both my hands for his mast. Grabbing it, I start to stroke him again, my hands moving so fast that they become a blur.

Completely hypnotized by his cock, I start leaning in. I part my lips and --

“I’m so sorry!” Mistress Strokes yells from behind the couch, her still wet hair clinging to her forehead. She has a long towel wrapped around her body, much like I did before, and her mouth is hanging open as she takes in the scene. “I didn’t… I didn’t know you guys were… I’m so sorry!”

The old feelings from Lester’s apartment come back. I know she’s not going to sleep with Austin. And she’s not going to take him away.

But why am I getting excited thinking of having her join us?

Why does it feel so naughty?

Without even thinking, I smile at her. “Don’t be sorry,” I tell her, my brain buzzing with the possibilities. Austin gave me a night I will never forget when he pulled me into Python’s stage, so I’m going to give him something he won’t forget anytime soon either… “Come here, Mistress,” I tell her as I go up to my feet, peeling my fingers off Austin’s cock. I walk around the couch and grab her by the hand, guiding her back to where I was kneeling. She comes after me, completely stunned, but then her eyes widen as they find Austin’s enormous cock.

“Oh, God,” she mutters, and my smile becomes even wider.

“That’s right,” I whisper, looking at Austin’s cock as well. I still can’t believe that this is my man. I usually don’t like to share, although I don’t mind being shared, but I’m going to open an exception right now. Because, well, this is Mistress Strokes. After what just happened between the three of us, this seems like a fitting ending to our night.

I grab her towel and tug on it, forcing her to let go. It slides off her body easily, leaving her naked. Austin just looks from Strokes to me, and then raises one eyebrow. Are you sure? the look on his face seems to ask me, and I grin at him. I’m more than sure.

Holding her by the hand, I go to my knees and pull her down. She buckles under her own weight and joins me in the floor. Still holding her hand, I guide it toward Austin’s cock and we wrap our fingers around his shaft at the same time. She’s looking as his gigantic shaft as if she’s in a trance, and I can tell that she’s loving every second of it. She never thought she’d have a chance with Austin… But now here I am, giving her something that most women can dream of, a moment with a perfect man.

We stroke him at the same time, my hand on top of hers, and we start going so fast that Austin starts to groan. “Fuck,” he whispers, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. I take the chance to lean into me and, this time without anyone left to stop me, I part my lips and tilt my head to the side. I press my mouth against his shaft, and my heart starts beating faster as Strokes joins me, placing her lips on other side of his cock. We lock eyes for an instant, and I can see that we are in sync; right now, our purpose is to please Austin, to make him feel something that he has never felt before.#p#分页标题#e#