Curling my fingers around his shaft, I purse my lips in anticipation, my skin prickling as I feel his warm thickness against the palm of my hand. Flicking my wrist slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, stroking him at a gentle but growing pace.
With each stroke I take, I find myself leaning into him, the magnetic pull of his cock too strong for me to resist it. Not that I want to resist it, anyway. In fact, it’s just the opposite.
Opening my mouth, I stop stroking him and close my eyes as I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. Sucking softly, I let the salty taste of his pre-cum flood through me and, before I know it, I’m rolling my fingers down his cock. Going all the way down, doing my best to fit it all inside my mouth, I only stop when I feel its head pressed against the back of my throat.
Moving my mouth back, I grab him by the root of his cock and start a pendulum motion, my mouth and hand moving as one. I keep my eyes closed as I bob my head up and down, Austin’s warmness filling me up completely. As I feel his cock pressing down on my tongue, I can’t help but imagine how it must feel to have him between my legs, his shaft stretching my inner walls as it goes deep inside my pussy… He fits in my mouth, but would he fit inside my pussy? Hm.
“That’s so good,” Austin groans, slightly thrusting upward and driving his cock deep into my mouth. Tangling his fingers on my hair, he forces me to stop my bobbing motion and then takes charge of the whole situation, his thrusts growing rhythmic and constant. He fucks my mouth eagerly, pistoning his cock into me as if he were doing it to my pussy… At least that’s the comparison my mind comes up with, the wetness between my thighs aching to feel his throbbing thickness stretching my insides wide.
Austin keeps on thrusting and only a slight spasm runs through his cock, and then he slows down. Realizing that’s my cue, I resume my bobbing motion, this time applying a kind of unbridled fury to my movements. I suck on him fast and hard, mercilessly driving him to the edge of pleasure and throwing him off it.
Pulsing once more against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, I taste his precum again and I know that he’s close. So close that my insides are already clenching with anticipation. Using one hand to caress his balls, I roll them over my fingers as I force my neck to keep working past exhaustion, my mouth moving up and down his length.
“Fuck, I’m gonna --” he starts to say, but he never finishes his sentence. Instead of words, he offers me his warm cum: his cock erupts inside of me in a heartbeat and, thrusting upward once more, he starts gushing his load into my mouth. I keep still as he does it, allowing his seed to fill my mouth; except, instead of cumming like a normal human being, Austin seems to have gallons of semen inside of him. He fills up my mouth in a couple of seconds, and his cum starts dripping out of my mouth, thick beads of it sliding down my chin and tainting my skin.
I don’t dare to move as he gives me his load, and I only unwrap my lips from his cock when I feel the dying spasms of his cock. Slowly sitting up, I look him in the eyes and grin, fully knowing that my mouth is a wet glistening mess.
“C’mere,” he whispers and, giving me no time to react, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me into him. Our mouths touch a fraction of a second later, and I offer no resistance as he parts my lips with the tip of his tongue, sliding it inside my mouth and rolling it around his own load. Our tongues dance in an ocean of cum, and we keep on doing it for God knows how long, time just a meaningless construct.
When Austin finally pulls back, his own lips are glistening, and a few drops of cum trail down his chin. With a wicked grin on my lips, I lean into him and reach for these drops with the tip of my tongue, scooping them up softly. Locking eyes with him once again, I swallow all the
cum still inside my mouth, and without a moment’s hesitation, he does the same, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his own semen makes its way down his throat.
“This was --”
“Insane,” he finishes my sentence, looking at me as if he had never seen a woman in his life.
“It was,” I whisper, and that’s when I feel the purr of the engine becoming softer. “Oh, fuck,” I say, looking out the window and realizing that we’re already outside my apartment building. Frantically looking for my thong, I pick it up from the floor and slide it up my legs; then I do the same with my bra and finish getting dressed in a hurry. Moving quickly, I grab a tissue out of my purse (it pays to be prepared) and wipe my face with it.
“This was fun,” I tell him, biting down on my lower lip as I reach for the handle of the door.
“Where are you going?” he asks me with one hard breath, reaching for me and curling his fingers around my wrist, stopping me from opening the door.
“Where do you think? I’m going home,” I tell him with a grin, fully knowing that what we just did wasn’t enough to sate his hunger.
“We’re not done,” he tells me, lowering his voice and looking at me with an expectant look. I know what he wants, and he isn’t getting it. Raising my hand, I wiggle it in front of his face, showing him the large diamond ring on my finger.
“I’m saving myself for marriage. I’m a traditional woman.”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he whispers, peeling his fingers off my hand and looking at me with an expression of disbelief. “Don’t tell me you’re a --”
“Yes, I am,” I tell him before he finishes his sentence. “No man in DC—or anywhere else for that matter—has ever fucked me.” It’s the truth, despite my assignments and operations, all of which involved seducing men, I’m still a virgin. What can I say? I just haven’t found the right man. Sure, it’s a cliché, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
“No man has ever fucked you…” he repeats, disbelief spreading to his tone of voice. Then, as if remembering something, his face lights up with a grin. “Well, no man’s ever been President at 35 either, Ashley. I’m a man who likes challenges.”
“Good. Because you’ve never had a challenge like me,” I tell him and, with that, I reach for the door and open it. Before he has the time to stop me, I step onto the sidewalk and start walking toward my apartment building’s entrance.
President Player—oh, if only the press knew exactly how much the name fits him.
Washington Beat
On A Date With The President…
From the desk of Margie Preston – our intrepid and daring political reporter.
Handcuff me to the bed and spank me till I pass out, if the President of the United States and his new fiancée didn’t just wow the entire jaded Washington establishment with their ‘date night’.
I mean, if the pictures that the press took that have been going viral all over social media today haven’t melted your heart and made you believe in the power of transcendental love then either you’re dead or just a hater of democracy. I mean we had the most powerful man in the free world holding the door open for a lady. Nuzzling her on the neck during dinner. Putting his hand on the small of her back. Holding her hand as she crossed the street. Gazing into her eyes as they make plans for forever.