Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(22)

Life moves in mysterious ways, I guess. Either that or God really loves me.

Derailing my train of thought, I feel my pussy cramping once more, and  my eyes roll in their orbits as a violent orgasm stabs my mind through  and through, its cut deep and murderous.

"OH GOD!" I scream at the top of my lungs and, even though my eyes are  wide open, I can't see a thing. My brain is too busy with trying to  process the violence of this orgasm, and I guess that secondary  functions (such as sight) have shut down temporarily.

"Fuck," I hear Austin's voice cutting through that mental haze, and I  feel his cock throb inside of me. Knowing that he's about to cum, I push  against his chest with my hands and take my legs from around his waist.  Forcing him to put me down on the floor, I know exactly what I need to  do.

Going down to my knees, my lungs working so fast they feel like they're  on fire, I reach for Austin's cock right away. Grabbing his cock, my  fingers curling around his thickness, I start stroking as fast as I can  right from the start.

I flick my wrist, my hand moving up and down the length of his shaft,  and I feel the first spasms running through his shaft. Soon enough he's  going to unleash an ocean upon my naked body, and you can trust me when I  tell you that I'll love every second of it. I don't know, there's just  something about having the most perfect man on Earth giving you all of  his seed and then showing that he isn't afraid of it. Sure, it might be a  weird thing to say, but I can tell you that few things are more erotic  than an handsome man licking his own cum out of your pussy.

"Cum  …  cum for me," I whisper at him, looking up so that his gaze meets  mine. I don't know if he was just about to cum, or if my words worked on  him, but as soon as I finish speaking a long rope of gooey cum jumps  from the tip of his cock and hits me across the face. I don't have any  time to react; as soon as that happens, another strand of cum follows  after, and then another and another.

I keep on stroking him as he cums and it seems that, with every stroke  of my hand, more and more cum gushes out of his cock. Seriously, he  holds so much cum inside of him that it's almost unbelievable. It's  almost inhuman. But, feel free to call me greedy, I want all of it. And  so I keep on stroking him, not stopping until his cock finally stops  pulsing against the palm of my hand.

My face is completely covered with semen, so much that I can barely open  my eyes. Thick ropes of it are already dripping down my neck and  climbing the rising curve of my breasts, going around my nipples and  then continuing down to my stomach. My body is a wet mess, and I  couldn't be any gladder that we're aboard Air Force One, a plane with  showers on board.

I think of getting up and crushing my cum-coated lips against Austin's  mouth but, perhaps reading my thoughts, he lowers himself in front of me  and goes down to his knees. Reaching for me with both hands, he places  them on either side of my face and, holding my head in place, he leans  toward me.

My lips part by instinct and my eyelids droop; next think I know we're  kissing, cum dripping down both our chins as our tongues wrestle over an  ocean of cum. The manly taste of his seed climbs up from my mouth and  into my brain, making me almost delirious.

"I can't help it," Austin whispers as he pulls back from our kiss. "I  get fucking crazy whenever I'm with you," he continues, smiling as his  eyes light up with amusement. "I've never done this kind of stuff with  anyone else, you know?" he says, and I can tell that, in a way, he's  opening up to me. He's telling me that, amidst this wickedness, lies a  kind of trust he was never capable of offering to any other woman.

Unable of providing an adequate response to his admission, I simply  offer him a tender smile. Not needing an answer, he simply smiles back  at me and leans in again; going straight for my nipples, he wraps his  lips around my right one and uses his tongue to trace its contour,  making it move in fast circles around it. He then moves to my left  nipple and does the same there, his tongue cleaning my skin and drying  it from the cum that coats it.         

     



 

When he finally has licked all of the cum from my nipples, he slides the  tip of his tongue down my body, only stopping when has his lips firmly  pressed against my clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he laps at it with  his tongue, drawing a long purr out of my lips.

"I wish we could stay here forever," I tell him, running my fingers  through his hair as he finally takes his mouth off of my pussy.

"Me too," he simply breathes out, but I don't need him to say anything  else. His two words were truthful, and that's all I need from him.

Moving slowly, as if his body weighs a ton, Austin then sinks down onto  his seat. Bending over, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward him; I sit  on his lap again and we remain like that for a long time, enjoying the  silence as we both gaze out the window, the eternal valleys and ridges  of the Grand Canyon coming into existence underneath us.

It's almost ironic when you think of it; rocks are almost eternal in  their insignificance, but the moments that really matter are as  ephemeral as a passing breeze. Perhaps the trick is in not wanting to  become a stone, but in learning how to enjoy the breeze.

As for me, I'm enjoying this breeze.

More than just that, I'm loving it.





22





Austin





The crowd is going wild. A sea of clapping hands erupts across the audience.

It feels good to come out here and accomplish what I set out to do, and  it hasn't been easy. This crowd was a tough nut to crack.

"What's the biggest challenge for you, as President, when it comes to  realizing this jobs bill?" one constituent asks. "Can you shed some  light on that for all of us?"

"Sure, good question," I reply. "I believe the challenge will be in  prioritizing the right infrastructure projects that are going to propel  jobs, and the economy. And I've thought a lot about this and have worked  with a lot of different infrastructure, so I believe I have a plan in  place that will do just that."

"Mr. President," another man says, standing up from his seat, "And what  about the private sector?" He must be in his 70s, and looks like a  retired businessman.

"Another great question," I smile. "The private sector is ready to  invest in these projects-all of them-right now. And who wouldn't want  that?"

I hear more clapping now, and a woman stands up, a microphone clutched in her hands.

"Will these infrastructure projects really create jobs, just as your bill is proposing?" she asks.

"Yes, absolutely," I say. "But it won't be easy. History has taught us  that nothing worth fighting for is ever easy. But this bill will create  jobs not just for today, but for future generations as well because this  infrastructure will need maintenance-long-term operation. And of course  that means more jobs, for us, and for our children."

The clapping continues, and I'm on a roll.

I raise my hands to quiet the crowd and continue, ""But Bob Walker opposes this bill."

I hear some booing and hissing ripple through the audience. The energy  immediately changes into something dark and brooding, like a storm cloud  looming on the horizon.

"I urge each and every one of you to let Walker know how you feel! In  fact, I suggest you do it now," I say, giving the audience both his  direct phone number and email address. I figure now's as good a time as  any. I watch as people scribble this information on scraps of paper, or  input it directly into their cell phones.

Some are even dialing him in their seats, not willing to waste another  minute, and the trend catches on like wildfire. Phones are starting to  ring and people are calling Walker on the spot. They're flooding his  phone line, and jamming his inbox.

I realize that I'm finally able to sell people on my vision for the  whole country, and it feels good. This is what I've always wanted.

And to top it off, I'm winning over Bob Walker's hometown crowd.

I'm being honest with them. I'm delivering the facts to them. I'm giving them the truth. Nothing is sugarcoated.

And because of that, it's a sweet victory.

"So remember," I say, wrapping everything up in a nice, neat package, "for the biggest gains, believe in Austin Bain!"

People are on their feet now, clapping and smiling, and loving it. They  can see that I truly care about the future of this country, and I  couldn't be happier. In fact, I'm feeling lighter than a helium balloon.

A chant erupts, "Four more years! Four more years! Four more years!"

Victory. Sweet victory.

I walk off of the stage, and look for Tracy and Ashley. I immediately see them waiting for me in the wings.

"Nice job," Ashley smiles, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a tight hug.

"Yeah, you really won that tough crowd over," Tracy agrees.

"So, good news," Ashley beams. "The school tour was a success!"

"That's great," I smile, giving her another hug. "Tell me all about it."