Mr. President

Sure, I used to do porn. I did a lot of porn back in the day. All male-female contemporary stuff. I posed on romance covers for my boy Eddie Cleveland and Mona Cox. But I really got famous with Hawkelane Media and their direct video chat sex lines. That's what really started bringing in the money once Arsen Hawke got married and started to modernize the company with his wife.

But did you know that before porn I went to fucking college?

That's right.

I graduated from Iowa State with a Bachelors in something I don't fucking remember. I wasn't really feeling working for someone my whole life. That's when my buddy got shot and almost died in Afghanistan. And so I spent four years over in the Middle East, killing terrorists and helping innocent people get out from under the yoke of fucking ISIS.

Came back and crashed with my buddy in New York for a couple of days. During that time we went to a party where Arsen met me.

Sized me up real good. We started doing shots of Jamo. Started fucking talking. He was s sharp dude. Straight talker. No fucking bullshit.

Just like me.

Arsen told me if I worked hard, did my hustle right, that there was money in video sex chat.

I gave it a go. Worked my fucking ass off. Went from on demand sex chat to online streaming.

And boy was I fucking successful.

You probably remember my face on the cover of Time Magazine when I became the highest paid male actor, and then the next year when I became just hands down the highest paid person in porn, period.

Sure, I worked with Kane. But honestly, I got out of the business before the whole virtual reality stuff. I was already worth about $760 million dollars.

That's right.

I'm not some New York City billionaire who lives in One57.

No, I fucking live downtown, right next to the subway. Specifically, the E train, which takes me to my club in Long Island City, Queens.

See, I used about $50 million to start this place last year, and I named it Python.

I'm going to give you one guess why.

"Oh, fucking cum for us Austin," Melissa moans as she jerks my shaft and plays with my balls.

Yeah, that's why. I named it for cocks.

Not just mine, though.

"Come on, big boy," Josie says, smiling lewdly at me and running her tongue along my head. She's naked and her tits are glistening from where Melissa was sucking them.

I'm looking at three beautiful faces looking up at my cock as they lick it. As they stroke it and jerk it. Touch it and fucking taste it.

"Come over all of our faces, Austin," Lisa says, opening her mouth.

Fucking Christ.

I can't fucking take anymore.

One last jerk from Melissa and I groan, closing my eyes as my nuts tighten.

I start to spew.

It's a good thing Melissa is aiming my giant rod because I would've just cum up in the air and it would've landed on me.

But she points my cock at her mouth and opens wide as arcs of my cum race out and onto her waiting tongue.

"Mmmm," Melissa says with a smile.