Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(208)

"Very, very hard to keep from rising right now," I remember telling her  and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt we were gonna fuck. That's why as  soon as she said, "Great, thank you for sitting down with me today, Mr.  Kane," I wasn't surprised to see her order the cameraman-who was the  only person in the room aside from us-to go get the makeup artist  without a second to spare.

Now I'm fucking making her moan like a whore as I pound her pussy  mercilessly with my 12-inch cock. I can feel her squirming and her walls  closing around me, and that's the cue that she's having an orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" she yells breathlessly, her eyes closed and her face  contorted in this fury of fucking lust. "Oh, God. I'm cumming!"

Her entire body is fucking trembling. It's fucking amazing what my cock is able to do to women.

But you know what, Gorgeous? I'm not really into this bitch that much. I  mean, sure, she looks okay. She doesn't have the tightest pussy. Her  body is giving up. She's not really even much of a fucking nice person.  She ordered around people before our interview like she was some kind of  fucking princess. And of course, she's just fucking me because she's  horny. But she's probably going to go to 21 afterwards and tell all her  broadcast journalist news friends that she fucked Mason Kane.

And then she's going to go home to her fucking husband who lives in  Connecticut and kiss her kids on the mouth a few hours after she used it  to give me a lick-smacking, dirty-as-fuck blowjob.

So yeah, I don't have much respect for her at all.

In fact, I slap her on the ass, hard.

This makes her body tremble even more and probably intensifies the orgasm.

I can feel her pussy milking my cock and I know I'm not going to last much longer.

Fuck, I wish we'd left the camera on. At least that way I'd have something to watch later on in my office.

I glance toward the camera and see it staring at me.

Hey, one fucking second. Is the red light on the camera supposed to be on?

That's exactly when the door bursts open.

"Guys, we're somehow still live and rolling!" the cameraman shouts.

Stacy is in the throes of the last of her orgasm and all she does is  whimper. I don't even know if she realizes what's happening.

But I have a fucking reputation to protect. I can't be like that guy,  what's his name? Lance Anders? The intern at the White House who almost  started World War III by fucking the President's daughter in the Oval  Office.

I have a fucking Board of Directors who will flip the fuck out as well  as fucking shareholders who'll just roll their eyes and wonder if I've  gone off the deep end.

"Guys, we're live!" the cameraman yells.

To demonstrate, he holds up a tablet that shows that the camera must  have somehow come on after he turned it off and for whatever reason  begun to broadcast from our studio. So while we thought we were done, we  were actually being broadcast. And because the cameraman wasn't here,  he couldn't turn it off.

Fuck.

But Stacy's pussy walls keep milking me, and while I somehow understand  the situation I'm in and how this is really not good, the bigger part of  me is fucking shuddering in pre-orgasm. My eyes roll back into my head.

But I'm a stronger man than that. I can't make a complete fucking ass of myself on national television.

Even though a portion of my brain is telling me to shut the fuck up, I  pull out of Stacy. There's a popping noise as I leave her pussy. Fuck, I  really did a number on it, stretching that shit out.

"No!" Stacy says, and her hand darts back instinctively toward my cock.

It's just the angle of our bodies in that when her hand grasps my cock and begins to jerk me, she pulls off my condom.

I shudder at her hand as it goes up and down my shaft.

The cameraman is shrieking, but I'm only fucking human.

I close my eyes and feel my nuts explode.

A split second later my cock blows up.

Pleasure sears my body, travelling up my spine and I'm stuck in a  seizure of ecstasy as I literally feel rope after rope of cum shoot out  of my cock.

I groan loudly as massive spurts of semen leave my cock and arc out in  the air. I can feel my body relax and my muscles basically give way.

It's all I can do to stay standing.

After the last couple of spasms wrack my body, I slowly open my eyes, still feeling Stacy's hand milking my monster cock.

What the fuck is wrong with her? Does she just not care that she's  facing a nation with her tits hanging out and her pussy all stretched  out as she milks the last drops of my cum.

Speaking of which, I raise my head and look over toward the cameraman.

He's in a state of shock. I don't know why. I mean, I can understand if  he were just amazed at the size of my cock. It's still probably a good  11 inches even though it's getting soft.

But he's not facing me. His eyes are not on my cock.

No, I realize with fucking alarm that he's looking at the camera.

The wide lens that was pointing at me...

How else do I fucking say this? It's covered.

With cum.

I shot so hard and so fast and didn't see where I was aiming.

I completely covered the camera.

My cum is coating the lens.

It's dripping off onto the floor.

Fuck.

I just came over the entire nation.

Yeah, this is going to be a great way to start the day.





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MarketWatch Journal Flash Update





The financial world was stunned yesterday as the King of Wall Street was caught without his clothes.         

     



 

Literally.

In what amounted to a stunning display of personal hubris and poor luck,  a camera that had been switched on began to automatically broadcast  during a live segment of the Corporate Broadcasting Company's financial  news show, Market Pulse.

This minor glitch, while embarrassing but understandable to network  executives as it overrode the current broadcast of the news program was  further exacerbated by the fact that it caught Mason Kane, CEO of one of  Wall Street's most powerful investment banks, in an intimate moment  with his interviewer, Stacy Sawyer.

The two proceeded to continue unknown that they were being broadcast to  millions of viewers across the nation and culminated in perhaps one of  the greatest and most watched episodes of the storied financial news  show.

Retribution against the network however was fast and swift.

Despite the fact that the network apologized profusely as network  executives went on the air and detailed exactly how their system had  broken down-the cameraman who had taped the live interview had left the  room on an errand and had not been present to switch the camera off  completely-politicians and government officials on both sides of the  aisle condemned the network and Mr. Kane for what they termed "lewd and  lascivious conduct that defiles the sanctity of the public airwaves."

In a rare show of bipartisan agreement, members of Congress condemned  the Kane Price investment bank that is run by Mason Kane and threatened  it with Congressional hearings.

In a simultaneous move, the FCC announced that it was temporarily  suspending the Corporate Broadcasting Company's transmission licenses  and levying a fine with an amount that's still being determined.

Industry executives cautioned that such a fine could deal a crushing  blow to the CBC, which has struggled to stay relevant in recent years  with the advent of online media. The FCC under the current  administration has taken a tougher stance after several instances where  viewers have been subjected to a larger frequency of on-air or very  public sex acts.

"There's something going on in our culture where everyone starts to  think it's okay to take off their clothes and begin rutting like  rabbits," an FCC spokesman said. "What you do in the privacy of your own  home is fine, but there's no need to broadcast it to 180 million  viewers who just want to see if it's going to rain tomorrow."

The increased government oversight of Kane Price and of Mr. Kane places  him in a precarious situation. The beleaguered CEO may face questions  about his ability to lead the company from his Board of Directors and  from general shareholders. In recent months, a string of lower than  expected quarterly profits has even caused many Wall Street insiders to  wonder if he still deserves the moniker, 'King of Wall Street'. Kane  Price shares were down this morning on heavy trading by about 3%.

Stay tuned to MarketWatch Journal for all late breaking financial news as it affects your portfolio.





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Becca





"I don't mean to brag, but I have other women I could be seeing now. What can I say? Women love me, you know?"

Right, of course. Sigh. I could be doing something more productive right  now, like working on the latest financial folders from what seems like  everyone at Kane Price piling up in my inbox, but no. I have to put up  with Robert, an obnoxious banker hell bent on proving to me how macho he  is. What's wrong with men nowadays? Why can't they act naturally around  women? Why do they have to put on a show? And a terrible one, at that.

"Well, you were the one inviting me," I point out, looking at him with a  bored expression on my face. It's true; after weeks of insisting day  and night, I finally relented on going on a date with him. Tall, broad  shoulders, and a square jaw, Robert is actually a good looking guy. And,  since I've been going without sex for God knows how long, I finally  gave up on trying to resist his advances. I mean, I have urges, you  know? And since I've started my internship at Mason Kane, these urges  have been unattended to for too long. I just didn't expect him to act  like an asshole once I agreed to go out with him.