Executive Engagement

"Don't go," she whimpers.

That's all the invitation I need and, thrusting at her, I push my cock deep into her cunt. She's not tight. I can tell she's a slut. But I'm not a choosy man this morning. Who the fuck cares if she’s not a virgin? I didn’t roll out of bed looking for one anyway.

"Oh, fuck!" she moans lewdly as my balls start slapping against her ass, my cock making a lewd suction sound as it goes in and out of her.

She's moaning loudly. Maybe too loudly. As the sound of her moans hit my ears, her whole body starts to tremble - she's cumming, and she’s cumming hard. To be honest, I don't really care. Good for her, I guess. I reach over and squeeze her tits again. I look over. Her face is too contorted by lust to care about anything else.

This is going to have to be quick. I speed up my thrusts, my thighs slapping against her ass harder. Is she going to cum again? It’s an idle thought. It makes no difference to me.

I hear a beeping and I look around. Not sure what's going on.

The camera is blinking red. What the fuck does that mean?

"Derrick," Mindy's moaning. "Harder."

I thrust harder, an undeniable tension filling all of my muscles. I'm not going to last much longer.

"Fuck!" Mindy's moaning.

I can hear commotion outside. I need to finish. I can feel the electric tingling in my balls. I'm about to cum.

Three more thrusts.

Two.

One.

I grunt savagely as I cum into the condom, a shiver going up my spine as pleasure hits me like a fucking brick. Mindy's panting. Her eyes are closed and she's cum at least two times. My body's shivering slightly and I feel my cock convulse as it keeps spurting cum.

I usually cum in quarts - but I don't get a chance to look at the Magnum because the door bursts open.

"What the hell is going on here?!" an elder man shouts loudly. He's wearing a suit. Must be a network executive. Two other suits are following him. Most likely his flunkies.

I pull out of Mindy who's still splayed on the chair. She briefly registers that someone is yelling something.

The network executive is gesticulating.

"Turn off the fucking camera!" he's yelling at the cameraman who isn't there. "We're live!"

I turn around to face him. "Cameraman's gone," I smirk. My cock's hanging out.

"Do you know what's going on?" the man yells out. "We're live in front of America!!"

Holy fuck.

I grin and turn to the camera, and nod. "Hello, ladies of America," I say out loud. Fuck it. If I'm in this deep anyways, might as well go all the way.

"Jason, call the control room. Shut this down!" the network executive is yelling. His face is red and he's sweating. All of a sudden I worry that he's going to have a heart attack.

"Calm down there, mate," I tell him, concern on my face. I don't want to be the cause of this guy kicking the bucket.

"Calm down?" he asks me incredulous. He lunges towards me and I take a step back. Too quick for him and he misses me as he reaches out. His hands move past my chest grazing my skin. And somehow they land on my giant cock. I swear that thing has its own fucking gravitational pull.

We both pull back at the same time, but the condom sticks to him and it comes off with him.

With all of my man juice in it. It doesn’t stay in the condom either. It splatters. All over Mr. Network’s suit. On his clothes. On his face. Jesus, on his face. For America to see.

Can you say mess? With all my fuck juice spraying his face?