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.