Mr. President

“You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, baby girl,” I whisper, throwing my head back and sighing.

“I know,” she tells me deviously, once again pressing the palm of her hand against my shaft. She presses harder this time, and my cock pulses violently against her fingers. As a response, she hooks her fingers on my boxer briefs and, moving with a maddening slowness, she starts to pull them down. My cock springs free at once, forcing her to simply tug on my boxers, and I have to take a deep breath. Fuck, she’s barely touching me and I’m already as hard as I’ve ever been.

“I love your cock,” she purrs, brushing one fingertip from the root to my glans. “It’s so big… So thick…” she continues, softly moving her finger up and down my length. “I can’t get enough of it.”

I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as she leans into me again, her tongue parting her lips and touching my glans.

I close my eyes, feeling a high voltage current making its way up my spine and electrifying my brain.

Running her tongue in slow soft circles around the tip of my cock, she finally curls her fingers around its root. Fuck, I’m struggling right now; my body is begging for me to simply ram my cock inside of her tight little mouth, but somehow, I manage to resist the urge. She’s putting on a show for me, and I have to let her do it.

Instead of parting her lips and resting them against my glans, she tilts her head to the side and, still only using the tip of her tongue, she runs it all the way to the base of my cock. A shiver goes up my spine as she moves her tongue like a pendulum, running it up and down the whole length of my cock. She does it a couple of times and then, finally, she wraps her lips around my glans; sucking on it eagerly, she takes the whole tip inside of her mouth and peels her lips back. She repeats that motion until I tangle my fingers in her hair, fighting against the urge to take control.

“You want my tight mouth, don’t you?” she purrs again, looking up at me and flicking her tongue against my glans. “You want to fuck my little mouth, I know it,” she continues, the sweet sound of her voice driving me fucking crazy.

“I do,” I whisper and, as a response, she wraps her lips around my glans once more. As I look down at her, I feel my whole body tensing up at the sight; she has her mouth open wide, her lips tightly hugging the tip of my cock, and that somehow makes her look even more beautiful than she is.

I can’t fucking resist it anymore; grabbing her hair, I push her down, forcing her to roll her lips down my shaft. She doesn’t resist and, allowing me to guide her, goes down until it becomes almost too hard to carry on. Still, she insists, only stopping when her lips brush against the patch of skin around the base of my cock. She holds her position there for a whole second, and then starts back, stopping on my glans.

Bobbing her head, she starts to build up a rhythm, and I ease up the pressure of my fingers. I let her lead once more, simply savoring the way it feels to have my shaft pushing down on her wet tongue. When she starts to move at a furious pace, I can’t help but groan, exhaling sharply as my cock pulses violently against the inside of her cheeks.

“Fuck,” I hiss and, at the same time, she curls her fingers around my thickness. Stroking and sucking at the same time, I know that this time there will be no stopping her; she’s going to go all the way, and I’m going to cum inside that pretty mouth of hers. Which sounds fucking perfect, if you ask me.

I’m gritting my teeth now and, as my heart starts to drum so fast it might explode anytime, I feel a storm of ecstasy looming on the horizon of my mind.

Then, as if to ruin the moment, I hear Lorna’s voice.

“Mason?” She knocks on the door but, without even bothering to wait for an answer, opens it and steps inside. What the fuck?

I sit straight in my chair, placing my elbows on the surface of the desk and trying to hide Becca from sight. From where she’s standing, there’s no way Lorna can see what’s happening, or so I fucking hope.

Like the devil she is, Becca doesn’t stop what she’s doing. It’s exactly the opposite; she starts to bob her head up and down even more fiercely, ravaging my whole length with her mouth while her mother steps inside my office.

“What do you want?” I ask Lorna in a terse way, looking up at her. She’s wearing a tight black dress, one that hugs all of her curves in an enticing way. For a woman her age, she’s still a fucking hot one. If it wasn’t for her little power plays and fucking horrid character, I would have fucked her a long time ago. As it is, I can’t be bothered by her. There’s no bigger turnoff than realizing that a woman is trying to play you for her personal gain.

“I just came to check up on you,” she tells me in a soft tone, walking toward me and, ignoring the chair there, sitting on top of the desk. She crosses her legs as she sits, the hemline of her dress sliding up her leg and revealing a hint of inner thigh. Fuck, she couldn’t have picked a worst time to try and fucking seduce me.

She reaches for me, laying her hand on top of mine, and smiles. “I know things haven’t exactly been working out between the two of us… And I want to make amends,” she purrs, squeezing my fingers with hers. I know what kind of amends she has in mind, and I’m fucking sure it has nothing to do with making things right. She’s a shrewd and calculating woman, and I’d bet my whole fucking fortune that she just wants to fuck me to consolidate her position as my fucking wife. Too bad that I’m already busy with consolidating my position with her daughter.

“I’m busy, Lorna,” I tell her with ice in my voice. Trying hard to keep an expression of calmness, even though there’s a storm raging under my skin. I reach for the folders sitting on my desk and start to stack them together. I have no idea what I’m doing; I’m just trying to look as if I’m busy. She isn’t giving up this easily though.

“Maybe you could unwind a little,” she purrs, grabbing the hem of her dress and hiking up her outer thigh, revealing the tiny string of thong that laces her outer thigh. Fucking hell, I can’t believe this is happening right now. “ I know I could…”

“Look, Lorna,” I start, taking a deep breath as Becca pushes her mouth all the way down my shaft and holds her position, my glans pressed tight against the back of her throat. I deserve a fucking Oscar for the performance I’m putting on for Lorna right now. “I appreciate you coming here and all… But I have lots of work to do, as you can see,” I continue, shuffling papers around. Right now, I can’t even read what’s written in any of them. I’m using all of my brain power to maintain a straight face, and that’s already as fucking consuming as anything could ever be.

“Work can wait,” she insists, taking her fingers to her shoulder and pushing down one strap of her dress. It droops over her arm, the curve of her right breast revealing itself to me. My eyes dart to her cleavage, but I force myself to look away. She realizes it, and I notice a flash of anger in her eyes. She’s trying hard to get me interested, and it’s not fucking working.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, Becca bobbing her head so fast that I can barely see anything in front of me. I try and make it look as if I’ve found something in my papers that I didn’t like, but I don’t know if Lorna’s buying my performance right now. Lucky for me, she’s more preoccupied with her own performance than she is with mine.

“Come on, Mason…” she continues, pushing down the other strap and revealing the outer edges of her bra. She’s done with being coy; now she’s moving hard, and won’t stop until I shoot her down as loud and clear as I can. Fuck. Well, I guess it’s only fair that I can’t fuck my stepdaughter without a few hiccups along the way.

I look down at my papers and, frowning as if I'm deep in concentration, I try to ignore Lorna as hard as I can. Like fucking Satan, she places both her legs on top of the desk and spreads them wide; unable to restrain myself, I look up, taking in the sight of her thong. There’s a wet patch there and I realize that, even though this is probably nothing more than a power play, she really wants me to fuck her.

“Lorna,” I repeat her name, putting the papers down and pursing my lips. Becca has taken her mouth off my cock now, and she’s using one hand to stroke me while, with the other, she caresses my balls and rolls them around her fingers. I feel my whole body tensing up, and I have to take a deep breath to stop it from showing. If Lorna finds out Becca is under the table, she’s going to raise hell and use that as ammo to get whatever she wants. I have to be fucking careful now; I’m walking on thin ice here. “I’m working,” I tell her curtly, trying to pretend that I’m pissed off at her interruption.

“You’ve said that already,” she hisses at me, barely able to hide the anger in her voice. “But I don’t believe you’re the kind of man too busy for women, are you?” she continues, placing her open hand on her thong and rubbing her own pussy.

“You don’t know me, don’t pretend that you do,” I shoot back, my insides clenching as I feel Becca’s lips on my cock once again.