Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(108)

"I put this on just for you," I purr again, and place one hand on his  knee. He trembles at my touch, and I look into his eyes, lust and desire  flickering there. Finally letting go of my breast, he opens his hand  and traces the outer edges of my bra with one fingertip, going down the  curve of my right breast and then up the curve of the left one. I reach  for the straps of my dress, now hanging limply over my arms, and I push  them further down, bunching up the upper part of my dress on my waist  and baring my bra to him. His eyes become as wide as plates, and I can  see the gears turning inside his head as he imagines all the things he's  going to do to me.

With a grin, I stand up suddenly and turn to him; bending over, I place  both my hands on his chest and push him back against the couch. He goes  with a groan, and then I climb on top of him, straddling him. I press my  forehead against his, just one inch between our mouths, and then run my  tongue over my upper lip. His lips part slightly, anxious to feel mine,  and I take a deep breath and kiss him. I do it for just an instant, and  then I pull back, still smiling.

"I want to see your body," I whisper, my hands slowly moving to the  collar of his shirt. I unbutton the first button there, and then my  fingers work on the second and the third, baring his chest. I can feel  the beating of his heart against my knuckles, and it's pounding so hard I  wouldn't be surprised if he had a stroke right now.

"You can see everything you want, babe," he tells me, and I shudder at  the way he says babe. That word on his lips seems as wrong as taking an  umbrella out with you on a sunny day. But, then again, everything's  wrong about Lester.

"I intend to," I continue, unbuttoning all of his buttons. I then push  his shirt down his arms, and he places his hands on my ass, sliding them  under my dress and cupping my ass cheeks. His long fingers brush  against the small string of fabric tucked between my cheeks, and I feel  his hard cock throbbing under his jeans. Looking into his eyes, I start  swaying my hips back and forth, pressing my pussy against the hard shape  between his thighs. He sighs loudly, and then groans as the rhythm of  my hips grows and grows until I'm rocking my body so fiercely that he  closes his eyes, surrendering to the way I move. You know, you'd be  surprised at how many guys I drove to an orgasm just by grinding against  them. Maybe you think it's an easy thing to do, but I can assure you  it's not. It takes some skill to drive a man to climax just by dancing  over his cock. But when I feel his cock throbbing harshly, I ease my  pace; I don't want him to come just yet. Oh, no, I have a lot in store  for him.         

     



 

"Why'd you stop?" he asks me, disappointment in his voice, as if cumming in his pants was the most natural thing.

"Because, babe," I place one hand on his cheek, and then slide it up and  tangle my fingers in his hair, "I still want to do a lot more." I bite  down on my lower lip, teasing him and driving him completely mad.

"I like that …  I like that a lot," he whispers, and then I yank on his  hair and force him to throw his head back. Moving fast, I lean into him  and press my mouth against his neck, biting at his skin, probably more  harshly than I should, but oh well. He groans louder this time, the  pressure of his hands on my ass growing.

"Your cock," I whisper into his ear, nibbling at his earlobe, "I want  it." I roll to the side, climbing off of him, and then run one hand from  his knee up to his crotch. There, I flatten the palm of my hand against  his hard shape and press down on it harshly. I can see him gritting his  teeth and breathing hard, and I know that he's at my mercy right now.

I pull out the top button of his jeans, and then run my finger over the  patch of skin just above the fabric. "I have a surprise for you,  Lester," I whisper, looking up at him with a teasing smile. "I'm going  to make it up to you …  I'm going to fix everything."

"I love surprises," he tells me, having no idea about what I have planned.

"Then wait here," I tell him, slowly taking my hands off of his body and going up to my feet. "Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I can do that," he responds, but I know that he really won't be  able to sit still for more than a few seconds. But that's all I need. I  wink at him and then, turning on my heels, I walk in a hurried step  toward the door of his house. I grab the doorknob and turn it, yanking  at the same time.

Mistress Strokes is already standing outside, in front of the door,  huddled under a long jacket. She steps inside the house and, as I leave  the door unlocked behind us, she drops the jacket to the floor and looks  at me. We nod at each other and then she walks toward the living room,  wearing nothing but a thong and a bra.

"Let's do this," she whispers at me, a mischievous flicker in her eyes  as she walks past me. As the two of us step inside Lester's living room,  he jumps to his feet and roars.

"YOU!" he shouts, pointing at Mistress Strokes. His hand is trembling,  and he's smiling as if he has just won the lottery. He walks toward her  and, before he can do anything, I step between them.

"This is the real reason I took so long to come here," I tell him in a  soothing tone. "I was trying to get her to come with me. She told me  everything, Lester …  She told me about how she rebelled against you, and  how she acted out. Your stepdaughter is a stubborn one, I'll giver her  that," I flash him my best smile and then lead him toward the couch,  sitting down with him. Only then do I continue. "But I beat some sense  into her head. And she's here because she wants forgiveness …  And she's  willing to do anything to get it. Isn't that right?" I ask Mistress  Strokes, looking over my shoulder toward her. She nods and saunters over  to us, mimicking me and sitting by Lester's side.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she purrs at him, grabbing his hand and placing it  right between her thighs. God, I hope that he buys it, I think, knowing  that everything hinges on Lester believing us. Because if he doesn't,  we're fucked.

Lester looks from Mistress Strokes to me, and I simply smile, mentally  calming him down and assuring him that this is all truth. Slowly, his  lips curl upward in a devilish grin and he leans back against the couch,  placing his free hand right between my thighs. With both his hands on  our pussies, he starts to rub, trying to get us wet, but I stop him. I  turn to him and run one hand down his chest and straight to his jeans;  Strokes does the same and we yank on his jeans at the same time, making  all the buttons pop out. We push the jeans down his legs with frantic  movements, and then simply let it fall to the floor.

"Daddy," she purrs against his ear, sliding her hand up from his knee to  his crotch. His cock is straining against his boxers and, the moment  her fingers brush over his hard shape, Lester closes his eyes and sighs  loudly. "Oh, Daddy, forgive me," she continues to whisper, and I notice  his cock throbbing every time she calls him daddy.

"Daddy will forgive you … " he tells her, that evil grin on his lips, "if you do what Daddy tells you to."

"Anything, Daddy," she whispers in a thick voice, breathing hard and  curling her fingers around his cock. At the same time, I lean into him  and start laying soft kisses on his neck, running one hand down his  stomach until I meet Strokes' own hand. I place mine on top of hers, and  we squeeze his cock harshly at the same time. We exchange a glance and,  moving at the same time, we push his boxers down his legs, making his  cock spring free. Pre-cum is glistening on its tip and, judging by the  way Lester is breathing, it's a small miracle that he hasn't come yet.

We stand up in front of him at the same time and, moving seductively, we  turn into another. She pulls my dress down my legs, and then presses  her body against mine. I reach behind her back and undo the clasp of her  bra, and she does the same. We push them down at the same time and turn  to him so that he can see our tits.

I'm lying if I'm telling you I'm not turned on.

Mistress Strokes is beautiful. And while I like the cock - namely  Austin's cock - a part of me is secretly excited feeling her fingers on  my skin.

Almost there, I think as we start swaying our hips seductively. I hook  my fingers on my thong and, biting on my lower lip, start pushing them  down. Mistress Strokes does the same, and Lester's eyes widen so much  that I half-expect them to roll out of their orbits.

When we're both finally naked, our discarded thongs on the floor, we  climb back on top of the couch, our hands moving over his torso as we  reach for his cock. Then, the moment we curl our fingers around his  shaft, I hear a subtle sound coming from the entrance. The door creaks  on its hinges as someone pushes it open, but I say nothing; I start  stroking him, holding his cock upward as Strokes climbs on top of him.  Lester grits his teeth, ready to fuck her, and she starts to ease  herself down. That's when a bright flash of light explodes in the room.