"See? That's why I said you'd do well as a politician. In the good sense," he adds after he sees me frowning. "I'm glad to see you're more than just what meets the eye … Most women in your position would be happy to just take the money and do as little as possible.
"That isn't me."
"I know … and that's why I'm glad Tracy chose you," he says, getting up from his seat and walking around his desk. He comes over to me and takes the seat in front of mine. I look at him with a gentle smile, completely unable to wipe it off my face. It just feels good to be appreciated; most men just look at me as some kind of sex object, and I couldn't be happier that Austin sees more than that in me. Women like to be seen as beautiful, yeah, but sometimes they want more than just that. They want to be seen as equals.
"And you? Ready for the Town Hall?"
"Guess so. I have a perfect speech, and this is where I fucking shine … " He gazes out the window and falls into a deep silence, and I can tell that he's thinking about Walker. More than a thorn in his side, Walker is a time bomb about to go off. And without warning.
"Is it safe to push his buttons?" I ask him, not sure if this Town Hall is the best course of action for Austin. He's trying to wage war with Walker, and flying over to Arizona means that Austin is willing to meet him in the battlefield and fight for the voters face-to-face.
"Fuck Walker," he breaths out, but I notice the lines on his forehead deepening. "That guy is a bastard. America is lucky he isn't in the White House now. The government would be overrun by all kinds of bullshit." Turning to me, he then offers me a pale smile. "You voted for him, didn't you? I know he might look like someone who cares about this country, but that couldn't be any further from the truth."
"I didn't vote for him, Austin, I voted for you," I confess, returning his smile. "I told you I hadn't just to piss you off." With that, I go up to my feet and close the distance between us; sitting on his lap, I throw one arm around his neck. "Back then, I wasn't sure if you were the right man to be sitting in the White House, but now … now I believe you, and I'm glad I voted for you."
"I bet you're glad, yeah," he chuckles, brushing the back of his hand against my cheek. "If I wasn't President, you wouldn't be here right now."
"And that would be a shame," I whisper, turning on his lap so that I'm facing him.
"A damn shame," he repeats, his voice growing heavy while his eyes roam down to my lips. Reaching for me with his mouth, he brushes his lips against mine and then grins. "Now, tell me, Ash … How would you like to join the Mile High Club?"
"Do I get a membership card?" I tease him, placing my hand on his already hard cock and giving it a soft squeeze.
"No, but you get something else," he chuckles, his cock pulsing hard against my fingers.
"I'll take it," I whisper, leaning into him and closing my eyes. Our lips meet and I realize that, more than just lust, I'm starting to fall for him.
21
Ashley
Looking into Austin's eyes, I let the inevitable happen and our mouths meet. My eyelids droop as it happens and, next thing I know, his tongue is inside my mouth. I turn around on his lap and, opening my legs, I straddle him as I throw both my arms over his shoulders.
"Mr. President," I whisper, bucking my hips at him and pressing my crotch against his.
"Very polite," he chuckles, taking his hands to my ass and giving it a soft squeeze. Tugging on my dress, he pulls the fabric slightly up, and then brushes the palm of his hands against the naked skin on my ass cheeks, his fingers running over the fabric of my thong.
"I might be polite … but my body isn't," I tell him with a wicked grin and, as I say it, I find myself sliding down from his lap and kneeling on the floor. He opens his legs wide so that I can fit my body there, and then he leans back against his seat, an amused smile on his lips.
"I always loved girls with a body who didn't know how to be polite," he whispers at me, and I don't even need to think of a reply. It just appears on my lips and flies out on it's own.
"Thing is, Austin, I'm not a girl. I'm a woman," I say, placing my hands on his knees and running them up to his crotch. There, I press down on his cock, already hard and pushing back against his pants. Allowing my fingers to roam upward, I unbuckle his belt and open his fly, the palm of my hand now pressing down against his hard cock over his boxer briefs.
Looking up at him, I return the grin of anticipation dancing on his lips. Without breaking eye contact, I start leaning forward and, just because my mouth touches the fabric of his boxer briefs, I tilt my head slightly and rest my lips over his shaft. His cock pulses against my parted lips, becoming even harder as it pushes back against his boxer briefs.
"Mm," I moan softly, my eyelids drooping as I start to suck him even though there's the fabric of his underwear between our bodies. Taking his hands to my head, he runs his fingers through my hair; I use my free hand to reach between his thigh and cup his balls with one hand.
"Your mouth, Ash, I need it now," he groans and his words somehow unleash fury inside my head. Forgetting all about the teasing torture I wanted to inflict on him, I hook my fingers on the side of his boxer briefs and tug them down, sending both his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. His cock jumps out on in a hurry and, before I can even think about what I want to do, I reach for it and start stroking him right away.
With my hand turned into a fist, my fingers gripping his shaft tightly, I flick my wrist almost too violently. I'm almost afraid I might be hurting but, aside from groans of pleasure, he doesn't complain. And so, I just keep on doing it, sighing heavily as I watch my hand flying up and down the length of his shaft. Sweet mercy, I could stroke him like this forever. Or suck him … or fuck him. Or, really, do anything that involves his cock and me.
"My mouth, uh?" I ask him with a purr, and he doesn't answer: he just swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he does it, and then he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me into him, my lips now dangerously close to the tip of his cock.
"Your mouth," he now nods, taking his fingers out of my hair and resting his arm on the armrests of his seat.
"The President asks, the President gets," I say with a chuckle, angling his cock down with one hand while, at the same time, I open my mouth as wide as I can. Closing my eyes, I dive forward and take his whole length at once, his 12 inches rolling over my tongue in a hurry.
Instead of going at it slowly, my body demands me to go as fast as I can right from the start. And who I am to go up against what my body demands of me? Obliging, I summon all strength to both my jaw and neck, and start bobbing my head as fast as I can. Helping me, Austin thrusts while I suck on him and, both our bodies working in harmony, I simply surrender to the symphony produced by the way my lips roll down his shaft.
Rolling his balls over the open palm of my free hand, I caress his balls as I suck him hard. I do it fully knowing that, soon enough, all the cum that his balls are busy producing will be unleashed upon my body. And I just can't wait-really, I'm not kidding. With Austin it seems like there are no limits; even after he has come, there's always space for an extra dirtiness, especially when it involves both our fluids. What can I say? It's fun to be a dirty woman.
"Fuck," I hear Austin groan again, and his cock pulses slightly against my tongue. Realizing that he's already dancing close to the edge, I almost stop, but then I just redouble my efforts, enjoying the way his cock fills up my mouth and not caring if he comes now. If it happens, it happens … I'll just make him get hard again so that he can please me.
Needing to refill my lungs with air, I take his cock out of my mouth and take a deep breath; even though I'm still using my hand to stroke him, Austin takes the chance to take off his shoes and push his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, allowing them to fall on the floor at his feet. Then, reaching for his own chest, he unbuttons his shirt in a hurry and then pushes it down his arms.
Now completely naked, I allow my eyes to roam over to his abs and, the moment I see his hard muscles, I feel my insides clenching. It doesn't matter how many times I see him naked; each time feels like the first time, and that's a blessing I can't even begin to describe.
"Like what you see?" he asks me, softly swaying his hips.
"Always," I reply without having to think about it. I keep on stroking him for a short while but, needing something else from me, Austin curls his fingers around my wrist and forces me to stop.