Mr. President 1(60)
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.#p#分页标题#e#
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!
“We’re… we’re sorry, sir. We’ve heard… screaming,” one of the agents say, his cheeks also becoming flushed. I can’t help but notice that there’s a bulging in his pants - just by looking at us, he’s already hard. I don’t know if I should feel even more embarrassed or just plain proud.
“No worries, boys,” Austin merely says, as if this is nothing to him.
“We’ll let you to it, sir,” one of the agents says, and soon they turn on their heels and go out of the room. I can’t help but smile as I notice the proud tone in the way the agent spoke. It’s a good thing that Austin could trust these guys with his life, or else the headlines tomorrow would be a riot to read.
“Oh my God… I don’t believe this,” I whisper, burying my face against my forearm in embarrassment.
“We’ve just gave them something they will never forget, Ash… I bet this is the kind of story they’ll be telling their grandchildren.”
I can’t help but smile - even in the strangest situations, Austin can always see the positive side of things.
“Well,” I find myself saying. “Let’s give them a story worth telling, then.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, I start thrusting back at Austin, slamming my ass against his hips. Responding to the movement of my body, he matches me thrust for thrust, his cock completely destroying every single nerve ending inside my pussy. His cock moves so fast in and out of my pussy that I can’t even tell when it’s going in or going out. Not that it matters, really – all that matters is that he’s inside of me right now.
Screaming at the top of my lungs – after all, the Secret Service already knows what we’re doing in here –, I do it until my throat starts complaining from the effort. And then I just scream some more.
Somehow, knowing that the agents outside can hear us, it just makes me scream even louder. Even my throat seems to have temporarily forgotten that it’s raw.
Smacking my ass hard, Austin amplifies the pleasure I’m feeling and, even though my throat feels too raw for me to scream, I can’t stop a loud moan from escaping my lips. Slapping me again, he does it multiple times, and that hard enough to leave a red mark on my flesh.
The last time he smacks me, he does it so hard that another orgasm simple rises from the pain reaching my brain. It hits me like a brick, and I almost collapse on top of the desk as I feel it rage through me, its intensity enough to make me pass out. Somehow, I hold on to consciousness.
Sweet pleasure still courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Austin’s insatiable hunger is rubbing on me. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I can feel pressure mounting inside of me once again; but before I can come, Austin laces my waist and pulls me back.