Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(55)

I tuck one stray lock of hair behind her ear, my thrusts slowing down.  Pulling my cock out of her pussy, I grab her by the waist and make her  turn around before she even has the time to resist it. I press her  against the wall, once again lifting her dress up to her waist. This  time I don't simply flick her thong to the side …  Oh, no, I push it down  her legs and then I bend over to pick it up. Grabbing it between my  fingers, I rise up, my cock brushing against her naked buttocks. I take  her underwear to my face and breath in her scent, my cock pulsing  against her ass.

"I'm keeping this as a souvenir," I tell her, pushing her thong into my pocket. "I might want to remember this later tonight … "

She says nothing; as a response she simply pushes her ass at me, my cock  trapped between her cheeks. Swaying her body, she strokes me like that  until I can't take it anymore. I grab my cock and point it down, pushing  it between her thighs until I feel the warm touch of her labia. Lacing  her waist with one arm, I simply thrust, my shaft pushing through her  inner lips and once again feeling the warm embrace of her insides.

I grit my teeth as I fuck her, my thighs slapping her ass as I ravage  her body. My cock going in and out of her, I press my mouth against her  ear, breathing hard.

"I'm going to cum inside of you. I'm going to fill you up until it  starts dripping down your legs …  And, since I took your thong, I'm going  to have to lick you dry," I tell her, bucking my hips at her until my  whole body feels on the verge of exploding.         

     



 

"Oh …  my …  God … " She mutters, the words coming out of her like a quivering  moan. It only makes me go harder. I go so hard I feel my legs cramping  up, her whole body suddenly becoming as tense as mine. One final thrust  and that's it; I can't hold it in me anymore. Breathing out harshly, I  feel my cock spasming violently and I come, my warm semen gushing inside  of her.

As I start to come, her pussy becomes even tighter around my shaft and  she leans forward against the wall, hissing like a feral cat. She's  trying hard not to scream, an orgasm as violent as my own raging through  her petite body. I close my eyes as we surrender to the avalanche of  pleasure that engulfs us, our bodies just a tiny vessel in a sea of sin  and ecstasy.

Fuck, I must have been crazy to fuck her in a place like this, where  anyone could see us! But we got lucky, no one caught us-my cock finally  giving its last spams, I slide it out from her pussy. I make her turn  around again, her body almost limp as she tries to catch her breath.  Before she even opens her eyes, I'm back on my knees, holding her dress  up with my hands as I lean in toward her pussy.

Thick strands of cum hang on her labia, beads of it already dripping  down her legs at a steady pace. I part my lips, my tongue reaching for  one drop of semen as it slides down her thigh. I scoop it up, tracing  the way to her pussy. There, I open my mouth and suck on her labia, my  tongue licking the salty juices that have just left my cock.

I don't stop until my mouth is brimming with cum, and then I just  swallow it. I don't even think about it; I just fucking do it. And then I  lick her dry, my tongue brushing against every inch of her pussy until  there's nothing left to lick. Slowly, I pull back and go to my feet,  letting go of her dress and allowing it to fall down, covering her.

I kiss her tenderly, her tongue dancing around mine as she takes in the  flavor of my cum into her mouth. We lock eyes, then, and I know that  whatever happened before we got into this alley, won't be resolved  tonight-everything in due time. I push my boxer briefs and pants up,  tuck my shirt in, and give her a broad gentle smile.

"Let's get out of here," I tell her. Arm-in-arm, we waltz into the  street again, my cock twitching as I remember rather indecently what I  have stuffed down my pocket: Ashley's wet underwear.



*



"Hi, this is Misty, who am I talking to?" Ashley says, her voice coming  at me like the most perfect sound in the whole universe. Yes, I'm  calling her again-you can keep that judgmental look to yourself. It's  stronger than me.

Last night, after our quick dirty romp in a back alley, I got her a cab  home and took another one myself. I tried to get some sleep, but all I  managed to do was lay around in bed wide awake, tossing and turning  while memories of her tight pussy floated around my mind. Eventually, I  just got up; I picked my pants from the floor and took her used thong  from inside my pocket, bringing it up to my face so that I could breath  her scent in. That was all it took for my cock to stiffen-just feeling  the soft fabric on my fingers made me ache for release again. Remember  when I told you that Ashley makes me insatiable? This is what that  means.

Alone in my bedroom, I just had to jerk myself, my eyes closed as I  pictured her delicious naked curves. You know, I couldn't even remember  the last time I masturbated like that; whenever I had an urge, I could  just pick some random hot woman and fuck her brains out. But not  anymore, not since I first laid eyes on Ashley …  Now I can't bring myself  to fuck anyone else, my cock suddenly going monogamous. That's a first  for me.

So, yeah, don't judge me if the first thing I did after waking up was  sit down on my couch and pick up the phone. A man can only resist so  much, after all.

"Who do you think?" I say, pressing the phone against my ear as I mouth  the words with my grave King Henry voice. I almost feel like the Batman,  juggling two identities, one that makes Ashley come with my cock, and  another that does it using just words.

"It's you, Henry. I've been …  waiting for your call," I hear her say, her  purred words making my heart pump warm blood straight to my cock. It  gets hard, tenting my pants as I lean back against the couch.

"Have you? I don't know if I believe you, Kitten. After all, you've been  fucking other guys while you keep on taking my calls," I say, propping  my feet up on the coffee table as I rest my hand over my crotch, feeling  my hard bulge with the tip of my fingers. I just can't help but ask her  about …  well, me. But, for a few seconds, there's only silence on the  other side of the line.

"It's true, sir …  I spent all night thinking of you," she tells me, her  voice letting through a hint of Ashley's true personality. There's  honesty there, she's no longer playing a character. Somewhere along the  way, King Henry has stripped Ashley out of her Misty persona.

"Is that so, Kitten? And what did you think about?"

"I thought of …  The way you make me feel. I get so very wet whenever you  take control."  "I know you do. Now tell me, Kitten …  What are you  wearing right now?" I start massaging my cock over the fabric of my  pants, taking my time with it. Hell, I never thought I'd be one of those  guys who does this-calls a phone line so that they can get off. But  with Ashley …  There are no limits to what I will or will not do.

"I'm wearing a tiny little robe …  And underneath it, an even tinier black  lace thong," she tells me, my fingers curling around my bulging. "No  bra." Christ, this is insane.

"I like that, Kitten. I like that a lot. But I would prefer you naked … " I  say, drawling out the last part of my sentence as I imagine her there,  lying in bed with only her thong on. "Take if off."

"Yes, sir," she purrs, and then there's a long silence, followed by the  sound of her moving about. She is actually taking her clothes off; this  is not some imagination carrousel. "I am naked now."

"Good. Where are you, Kitten?"

"In bed …  All alone."

"Good. Close your eyes now. I want you to imagine my hand on your skin,  my fingers running from your navel up to your breasts … " I say, her  breathing growing louder. "But don't touch yourself, Kitten. Not yet;  only when I say so."

"Yes, sir," she says, the tone of her voice telling me about the state her pussy is in right now: soaking wet.

"I want you to feel my body pressed against yours, my cock sliding deep  inside of your wet pussy … " I continue, my own eyes closed as I picture  the scene. What I wouldn't give to be there now, lying in bed next to  her naked body. "Imagine my big cock going all the way in, stretching  you wide as I fuck you."

"Yes, I …  I am," her words sound more like anxious moans now, and I can  tell she's eager for my permission to touch herself. But if she wants  that, she's going to have to wait. "I want that so much, sir …  You can't  imagine how much."

"Oh, yes, I can," I tell her as I push my pants down, my cock jumping  free against the palm of my hand. I grab it, feeling it pulse against my  fingers as I hear Ashley's hard breathing through the phone. Calling a  sex line might be a fucked up thing, but I'm too into it right now;  there are no brakes on this train.