Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(93)

Turning around, Austin walks back to me, his hard cock making me lick my  lips in an unconscious motion. I need him inside my mouth again …  And  then I need him somewhere else too.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, looking up at him as a knot in my  throat starts to form. He smiles, deviousness painted on his lips.

"Whatever you want, babe. This is how we do things around here. You can  do whatever the fuck you want, and you can go as fucking wild as you  need to."

"I can go fucking wild," I tell him, a ball of anticipation forming in my stomach. Oh, I can be very, very wild.

"Then what are you waiting for?" he whispers, and I reach for him,  placing both my hands on his ass and pulling him in. His cock bounces  right in front of me and I just go for it; I take one hand to it and  curl my fingers around its thickness, my skin prickling as I feel that  sweet warmness of his spreading to my body.

I start moving my hand back and forth, biting on my lower lip as the  whole room seems to go mad. Women are whistling and shouting things at  the stage, but I can't make out what they're saying. I just feel the  electricity hanging in the air, as if every single atom at Python was  attuned to both Austin and I. Right now, we're the center of the  Universe.

Whatever you want, he told me, and I wonder how far I can go. What if I  want to suck him right here on stage? What if I want to fuck him? Is  that too far, or does 'whatever you want' include all these things?  Well, there's only one way to find out.

Licking my lips again, I lock eyes with Austin and start leaning into  him. I stop just one inch away from the tip of his cock, and he grins at  me with that what are you waiting for? look on his face. Fuck, I'm  nervous right now. I've made porn movies and worked as a stripper …  But  now, sitting on this stage with Austin, I feel like the world is at my  feet, and I'm nervous. There's something special about Python, no doubt  about it, and I'm starting to feel it. It's in the atmosphere of the  place, it's in the dancers and in the way every single women in here  seems to be having the time of their lives …  Yeah, this is more than a  bar or a strip club. This is way better than that. I just wonder how  much better.

I part my lips and fit them against Austin's cock, sucking in and  allowing his delicious flavor to crawl all the way up to my brain. I  close my eyes and, opening my mouth wide, I start rolling my lips down  his shaft. Right now, I have no idea if the audience is shouting,  whistling or rioting; I'm in a world of my own.

"That's right, babe," Austin tells me, placing his hands on my head and  pushing me down, "all the way." I go as deep as I can, only stopping  when the tip of his cock is pressed against the back of my throat, and  then he slides it back. Holding my head in place, he starts to thrust,  moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. My eyes remain  closed as I savor how it feels to have him filling me up like this, his  thickness pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my  cheeks.

Then, moving fast, he pulls his cock out. "You're not here to please  me," he tells me with a grin, tall flames of lust dancing behind his  eyes. "You're here to be pleased," he continues, lowering his voice as  he reaches for me, grabbing my bunched up dress and tugging on it so  hard that I almost jump out of the chair. I grab the seat as he pulls on  my dress, and he rips it off of my body and leaves me only in my heels  and underwear.

"Your bra, take if off," he tells me, standing tall in front of me. His  voice is firm, leaving no room for doubts, and I do exactly as he tells  me to. I reach for the clasp between my shoulder blades and pull it  free; I then push the straps down my arms, allowing the cups to droop  over my tits and then fall lazily to the floor. My nipples become even  harder, free as they are now, and Austin goes down on one knee right in  front of me.

Looking me straight in the eye, he places his hands on my knees and  slides them up my legs until they're resting on my outer thighs. He  hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my thighs, and then  he starts to pull. I lift my ass slightly up from the chair, allowing  him to undress me, and he pulls the thong down my legs, making me lift  one leg and then the other as he finally takes it off of me. He takes my  drenched thong to his face and, still looking at me, he puts them right  against his mouth. "Delicious," he tells me, and then lets the thong  fall from his fingers. "Now I need to taste the real thing," he  whispers, and places his hands on the back of my knees. He pulls on me,  forcing me to slide to the edge of my seat, and then pushes my legs  apart.

"Is this really happening?" I ask him, running my tongue between my lips.

"It is," he smiles at me, "and you've seen nothing. We're just  starting." I shiver at his words, not knowing where this road will lead  to …  All I know is that I've got to find out.

With one last look into my eyes, Austin leans into me and brushes his  lips on the patch of skin right under my navel. He moves further down  and I can't help but close my eyes and throw my head back, my pussy  burning to feel the touch of his lips.

I moan as I feel the wet tip of his tongue circling around my clit, and  when he finally presses down on it I let out a loud cry of pleasure.  Even though my eyes are closed and I've tuned out the real world, I can  still feel the atmosphere in the entire room changing. It feels like I'm  inside of a space-bound rocket ship, the pressure around both Austin  and I increasing with each passing second. There are hundreds of eyes on  us, and I can sense the sharp bite of their excitement and envy. The  women here …  They'd kill to trade places with me. They'd do anything for  just one second with Austin. And to think that I didn't come to Python  because I needed to, but because I was given a job …  And here I am now,  fully naked on stage, Austin's lips wrapping themselves tight around my  clit. Can you spell lucky?

I place my hands on top of his head and tangle my fingers in his hair;  yanking hard, I force him to slide his down to my pussy and he does it  willingly. He opens his mouth wide and starts to jab at me with his  tongue, running it up and down the length of my pussy. I'm moaning so  loud that my voice is drowning out the music coming out of the speakers;  curiosity getting the best of me, I manage to pry my eyes open and  squint at the darkness outside of the stage.

There are dozens of women at the edge of the stage, and dozens more  still in their seats. They're talking to each other, some of them with  drinks in their hands, but they seem to ignore the half-naked men  walking among them. No, their eyes are focused on the stage, and it  seems like they can't look away. They're in a trance, and I feel them  using their imagination to trade places with me. For them, they are the  ones on stage, Austin's mouth on their wet pussy. And, really, can you  blame them? Austin is perfect, and I really do mean it. Have you ever  seen a man as gorgeous as him? As sexy and seductive? I don't think so.

But I'm woman enough for him. Even though he might be the perfect man, I  never allow myself to fawn over anyone. And that's exactly why I'm the  one up on this stage. Because, in a sense, I'm cut from the same cloth  as Austin. I don't mean to brag, but I'm just not like any other woman.  Oh, not at all, and he knows it.

"Oh, God," I moan again as Austin sucks my folds into his mouth, lapping  at them with his tongue. At the same time, he takes his hand to my  pussy and, using only two fingers, he presses them over my clit and  starts to move them in fast short circles. I'm swaying my hips now, too  electrified to stay put, but Austin keeps his mouth glued to my wetness.  "Oh, my fucking God," I breathe out as I feel that familiar  thunderstorm raging inside of me, clawing at my mind and stopping my  rational side dead in its tracks.

Arching my back, I throw my head back and let out a shrill scream, the  sound of my voice cutting through the loud music and bouncing off the  walls. Ecstasy hits me like a brick, making my muscles spasm as my  fingers turn into claws and I place both hands on Austin's lower back,  my fingernails digging into his flesh.

"I told you, babe," Austin whispers at me, taking his face from between  my thighs and grinning at me. I grin back at him, breathing hard, as I  watch my own juices glistening under the lights and dripping down his  chin. "We're just getting started," he concludes, and then goes up to  his feet slowly. He offers me his hand and I take it; pulling me to my  feet, he then places his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me up. I  react by instinct and lace my legs around his waist, crossing them on  his lower back.         

     



 

"This is insane," I tell him, panting, "are we really going to fuck up on stage?"

"Yes," he tells me with a smile, "because that's what you want, isn't  it?" The moment his words hit me, I know it's the truth. But I don't  just want it-I need it, and I need it bad. I want him to fuck me as hard  as he did before, and I want him to do it in front of all these women. I  want them to see how a true man fucks.