Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(180)

     



 

God, I came so hard on top of him.

And then once I got home, I came so hard thinking about it. And don't  let me even get started about that night at the restaurant  …

And now, looking at him come into the studio, and look around in  confusion as everyone takes their five minute break, I forget all about  my troubles.

It's like the world is melting around me and once again, it's just him and I.

"Tommy," I call out at the sound guy who is still at his post. "Can you play something with a bass?"

He nods to me and pushes a few buttons. The instrumentals to something that sounds kind of like hip-hop comes on.

But Tommy's gone from my head now. I mean, so is everyone else. I'm  staring at Ethan and from the corner of the room as he walks closer, I  know he's staring at me on the bed.

All of a sudden, my body is moving to the slow cadence of the music and I  want nothing more than for Ethan to come join me on the bed.

I crawl over toward the bed, bending my body lower, hoping he gets a  view of my tits as they hang. They're starting to feel really sexy in  this bra.

Ethan walks closer and I can see him now more clearly.

He's wearing a shirt that's hugging him like a second skin. You can see  his pecs; they're bulging. His biceps are rippling. He could easily lift  me and hold me up if he wanted to and not break a sweat.

He could use me as a sex toy, I think to myself.

I mean, don't you think that, when you look at him on the cover?

Just lifting you up?

You'd spread your legs for him. He'd maneuver you like a sex object. Use  the entrance to your pussy to rub the head of his cock around a bit.

Oh yeah. Just imagining the tip of his cock against my pussy lips is getting me hot.

I love it.

I bring a hand back, running it over my ass cheek until it gets to the thin layer of fabric that's covering my pussy lips.

Maybe someone says something to me, but I don't care whose watching  because I take a finger and start to rub my folds. It feels good.

I feel like I'm in heat. I close my eyes and arch my back, imagining Ethan's tongue running along me. From my pussy to my crack.

That's right. Like the song.

Lick it hard. Lick it good. Just like he should.

I shudder as I feel warmth flood my body.

God, I want to fuck him so bad.

I'm writhing on the bed all of a sudden. I don't know how or why, but I'm on my back.

My fingers go under the waistband of my thong and I run one finger over my clit now.

That feels too good.

If I keep doing this I'm going to …

"Cut!" I hear the photography director yell. Followed immediately by,  "Brittney, I don't know where that came from babe, but it was  scorching!"

The world starts to intrude on my haze of lust at this point and I look around.

Ethan's standing there, maybe ten feet away.

I guess the people were filming the whole time.

But who cares about that. Do you see the more important thing?

Ten feet away stands Ethan Kane.

His eyes are staring directly at me.

With the biggest fucking cock tent on his crotch that I have ever seen.

Me. An ex-porn star. I thought I'd seen everything.

Have never seen a cock this big.

This could be my ticket in, I think, no?

What do you think?

No, don't answer that. I'm already off the bed.

I need to get into his office to figure out what the hell I would need.

I sway my hips. I don't even know if I mean to do any of this right now.

It's like my body has taken control.

Like I'm thinking with my pussy, and not my brain.

Ethan looks at me as I walk over. His eyes are devouring me.

I get to within inches of him, and without touching him, lean over on my tiptoes, bringing my mouth to his ear.

Here goes nothing.

"I want you in my mouth, Ethan Kane," I whisper in his ear. "Right now."

I can tell he stiffens at hearing me.

But he grabs my hand and starts walking to the door.

This assignment might not be so bad after all.





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Ethan





Holy fucking shit, I'm going to fucking cum.

I groan loudly, my back bracing against my office door and I feel my  nuts twist up as electrical impulses shoot from my cock to my brain.

I'm having the familiar tingling sexual seizure as my body freezes up and my muscles involuntarily contract.

Yeah, that's right, I'm about to fucking cum.

Sure, you may have thought you knew what was going to happen the moment I  took Brittney by the hand and began dragging her to my office, but  trust me, if you came in at this exact moment somehow, you would be  fucking shocked as soon as you saw us.

Once the shock passed, you would probably start getting fucking hot.

And before you knew it, your panties would be fucking soaked, dripping with desire.

I mean, I'm about to cum and just what we're doing is getting me there  halfway. God help the hapless window washer who all of a sudden decides  to clean my windows. Poor fucker would probably fall off his platform  once he saw what we're up to.

Brittney's on the ground on her knees. She didn't waste any time as soon as we got into my office.

She pushed me against the door as I closed it and sunk down to her knees.

With expert fingers, she unbuckled and unzipped my trousers, letting  them fall. She yanked down my boxer briefs and took my already semi-hard  cock in one hand, bringing her tongue out of her mouth as she licked  the underside of my shaft.

Pleasure went through me like a tingling current, and before I knew it,  both her lips were wrapped around the head of my cock as her mouth  created a suction.

I mean that was good, but holy shit, with her free hand she just unclasped her bra and threw it across the room.

Fuck, her stroking my cock is so fucking good. Just thinking about this  whole experience and telling you about it while she does her thing is  too much.

I can't hold it in any more. I'm going to fucking cum … NOW.

That's when my world almost blacks out as Brittney begins the process of milking my cock.

I spurt.

Let me just tell you that me saying I spurt is a fucking understatement.

I erupt gets close to what's happening. I shoot may even be more  appropriate. But still, it pales in comparison to the semen that arcs  out of my tip, shooting out toward her.

And as if absolutely ready, Brittney moves her head in such a way and  sticks out her tongue that my cum hits her tongue and splatters.

A lot of it lands in her mouth, but enough of it drips down.

I'm still shooting cum out here. There's a stream that hits her on her forehead. Another that gets her on the cheek.

Thick. White. Milky. Creamy. Hot. Gooey. Sticky.

Five. On her neck.

Six. On her tit. She arches her back backwards and holds out her left  tit. As if I have the mental fortitude to fucking aim. I'm basically  twitching here as my foot-long cock shoots another volley of cum. But it  manages to land on her nipple and she begins cooing in delight at the  sight as she takes her hand and smears it around her areola.

Fuck, the whole thing is so fucking dirty. But it's so fucking hot at the same time.

My last few shots go out. One lands on the top of her head. Another  sails into her mouth, which she lets drip out in tiny droplets. And the  final one lands on her cheek.

Brittney wastes no time as cum starts dribbling out of my cock, bringing  her lips back onto the head and sucking out whatever wasn't shot out.

Fuck, let me just tell you, after an explosive fucking orgasm like that,  feeling her lips on my sensitive tip, feeling her tongue on my slit, oh  my fucking God.

This woman is a fucking goddess.

I shiver uncontrollably as she gives one final goodbye suck, and then takes her mouth off. But she doesn't stop there.

With all the meticulousness of a cat cleaning herself, she begins to scoop up my cum off of her body.

First her tits. What she doesn't smear on her chest, neck or tits, she scoops up with one finger. And brings to her mouth.

Keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she slowly brings her fingers toward her opening mouth.

I watch, transfixed as her tongue darts out and licks her finger clean.

She closes her mouth and swallows.

I swear to fucking God I've never been this fucking turned on by the moments after sex before.

This is fucking unreal. Like I can feel my cock start to twitch again.

Which Brittney sees.

She gives me a lascivious smile.

"You're already for Round Two?" she asks me. "That was pretty fast."

"I could fuck you all night, babe," I tell her, sneering down with  undisguised lust at her. But there's something more. Something in her  eyes. Something inside of her. She's not telling me everything.

I mean, I've fucked chicks in porn before; whoever thinks I'm playing  the chaste CEO of a pornography company is seriously fucking delusional,  but this girl is something else.

A blowjob is just a blowjob, but she's made it something that I can't  really forget. I don't actually know how Brittney made it about more  than sex.

But whatever she's doing, whether it's the slow and languid way she's  got her hand wrapped around my cock again, gently massaging me back to  life, or the way she's looking up at me with those wide, large doe-like  eyes in a totally submissive look.

"Why don't you start by fucking me all afternoon?" she asks me, giving  me a leer that makes my knees fucking buckle it's sizzling with so much  lust.

"I guess you're not wanting to wait," I tell her with a grin. "But don't  worry. After I'm done with my cock, you'll barely be able to walk-let  alone think."