Mr. President

“That’s right, babe,” Austin tells me, placing his hands on my head and pushing me down, “all the way.” I go as deep as I can, only stopping when the tip of his cock is pressed against the back of my throat, and then he slides it back. Holding my head in place, he starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. My eyes remain closed as I savor how it feels to have him filling me up like this, his thickness pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks.

Then, moving fast, he pulls his cock out. “You’re not here to please me,” he tells me with a grin, tall flames of lust dancing behind his eyes. “You’re here to be pleased,” he continues, lowering his voice as he reaches for me, grabbing my bunched up dress and tugging on it so hard that I almost jump out of the chair. I grab the seat as he pulls on my dress, and he rips it off of my body and leaves me only in my heels and underwear.

“Your bra, take if off,” he tells me, standing tall in front of me. His voice is firm, leaving no room for doubts, and I do exactly as he tells me to. I reach for the clasp between my shoulder blades and pull it free; I then push the straps down my arms, allowing the cups to droop over my tits and then fall lazily to the floor. My nipples become even harder, free as they are now, and Austin goes down on one knee right in front of me.

Looking me straight in the eye, he places his hands on my knees and slides them up my legs until they’re resting on my outer thighs. He hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my thighs, and then he starts to pull. I lift my ass slightly up from the chair, allowing him to undress me, and he pulls the thong down my legs, making me lift one leg and then the other as he finally takes it off of me. He takes my drenched thong to his face and, still looking at me, he puts them right against his mouth. “Delicious,” he tells me, and then lets the thong fall from his fingers. “Now I need to taste the real thing,” he whispers, and places his hands on the back of my knees. He pulls on me, forcing me to slide to the edge of my seat, and then pushes my legs apart.

“Is this really happening?” I ask him, running my tongue between my lips.

“It is,” he smiles at me, “and you’ve seen nothing. We’re just starting.” I shiver at his words, not knowing where this road will lead to… All I know is that I've got to find out.

With one last look into my eyes, Austin leans into me and brushes his lips on the patch of skin right under my navel. He moves further down and I can’t help but close my eyes and throw my head back, my pussy burning to feel the touch of his lips.

I moan as I feel the wet tip of his tongue circling around my clit, and when he finally presses down on it I let out a loud cry of pleasure. Even though my eyes are closed and I’ve tuned out the real world, I can still feel the atmosphere in the entire room changing. It feels like I’m inside of a space-bound rocket ship, the pressure around both Austin and I increasing with each passing second. There are hundreds of eyes on us, and I can sense the sharp bite of their excitement and envy. The women here… They’d kill to trade places with me. They’d do anything for just one second with Austin. And to think that I didn’t come to Python because I needed to, but because I was given a job… And here I am now, fully naked on stage, Austin’s lips wrapping themselves tight around my clit. Can you spell lucky?

I place my hands on top of his head and tangle my fingers in his hair; yanking hard, I force him to slide his down to my pussy and he does it willingly. He opens his mouth wide and starts to jab at me with his tongue, running it up and down the length of my pussy. I’m moaning so loud that my voice is drowning out the music coming out of the speakers; curiosity getting the best of me, I manage to pry my eyes open and squint at the darkness outside of the stage.

There are dozens of women at the edge of the stage, and dozens more still in their seats. They’re talking to each other, some of them with drinks in their hands, but they seem to ignore the half-naked men walking among them. No, their eyes are focused on the stage, and it seems like they can’t look away. They’re in a trance, and I feel them using their imagination to trade places with me. For them, they are the ones on stage, Austin’s mouth on their wet pussy. And, really, can you blame them? Austin is perfect, and I really do mean it. Have you ever seen a man as gorgeous as him? As sexy and seductive? I don’t think so.

But I’m woman enough for him. Even though he might be the perfect man, I never allow myself to fawn over anyone. And that’s exactly why I’m the one up on this stage. Because, in a sense, I’m cut from the same cloth as Austin. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m just not like any other woman. Oh, not at all, and he knows it.

“Oh, God,” I moan again as Austin sucks my folds into his mouth, lapping at them with his tongue. At the same time, he takes his hand to my pussy and, using only two fingers, he presses them over my clit and starts to move them in fast short circles. I’m swaying my hips now, too electrified to stay put, but Austin keeps his mouth glued to my wetness. “Oh, my fucking God,” I breathe out as I feel that familiar thunderstorm raging inside of me, clawing at my mind and stopping my rational side dead in its tracks.

Arching my back, I throw my head back and let out a shrill scream, the sound of my voice cutting through the loud music and bouncing off the walls. Ecstasy hits me like a brick, making my muscles spasm as my fingers turn into claws and I place both hands on Austin’s lower back, my fingernails digging into his flesh.

“I told you, babe,” Austin whispers at me, taking his face from between my thighs and grinning at me. I grin back at him, breathing hard, as I watch my own juices glistening under the lights and dripping down his chin. “We’re just getting started,” he c

oncludes, and then goes up to his feet slowly. He offers me his hand and I take it; pulling me to my feet, he then places his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me up. I react by instinct and lace my legs around his waist, crossing them on his lower back.

“This is insane,” I tell him, panting, “are we really going to fuck up on stage?”

“Yes,” he tells me with a smile, “because that’s what you want, isn’t it?” The moment his words hit me, I know it’s the truth. But I don’t just want it—I need it, and I need it bad. I want him to fuck me as hard as he did before, and I want him to do it in front of all these women. I want them to see how a true man fucks.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask him, repeating the same words he said to me moments ago. With a devious grin, he starts lowering me over his cock, and I tremble as I feel his cock pressing against my pussy’s inner lips. I grit my teeth and ready my body for what’s to come, remembering how it felt to have his massive cock inside of me. “Do it, Austin,” I tell him, looking into his eyes, and this time he doesn’t make me beg. This time he just does it, pushing me down and thrusting at the same time.

“OH GOD!” I shout at the top of my lungs, electric sparks crisscrossing under my skin and making my whole body burn. His shaft pushes its way to the back of my pussy, straining against my inner walls on the way in until it finally hits that sweet spot inside of me. “Hard…” I whisper into his hair, laying my head on his shoulder. “I want you to go as hard as you can.”

“I wouldn’t do it any other way, babe,” he responds, and then starts to thrust at a furious pace. There’s no crescendo or growing rhythm; there’s just the unbridled rage of his movements, his cock moving in and out of my pussy at such a furious pace that I feel my insides burning as if I’m trapped inside a furnace.

My arms are over Austin’s shoulders, but I have to cross them behind his neck as his thrusts grow even more violent. Every time he thrusts I can’t help but scream, and my throat is already growing sore from the effort.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…” I start to say, but I don’t get to finish my sentence; a violent orgasm explodes in me, taking over both my body and mind at the same time. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and it truly feels as if I’m on fire. I hear the distant cries and shouts of the women all around us, but the sound of it comes at me muffled and distant, as if they are standing at the other side of the universe. “Fuck, fuck…” I breathe out, my twitching muscles still moving as an avalanche of endorphins makes its way through my veins.

“Satisfied?” he asks me, teasing me. I force my eyes open and, pressing my forehead against his, I simply give him my most wicked smile. “Thought so,” he smiles back at me, and puts me down slowly. I take a few seconds to catch my breath, but Austin doesn’t allow me much more than that.

Someone throws him a rope from backstage, and he snaps it in his hand, looking at me with that mischievousness look of his. Turning his back to me, he walks toward the edge of the stage and dangles one end of the rope over the women closest to him. They shout out his name and try to reach for him, but he simply turns his back to them and walks back to me. He presses his body against mine and, pushing my arms behind my back, he uses the rope to tie my wrists against each other.

“What are you doing?” I ask him, but he doesn’t reply right away. He simply looks at me with that uncontrollable hunger in his eyes.

“I’m going to give you the time of your life, that’s what I’m doing,” he whispers, and then pushes me back and then down. I sit on the chair again and he ties the loose ends of the rope on the chair. I pull with my arms, but the knots are strong; unless he wants me to, I’m not walking away from this anytime soon. Which, really, just makes it all so much better; right now, I’m all for having control taken away from me.

He reaches for my breasts and squeezes them lightly, a shiver running up my spine as I feel the touch of his finger. Then, he lets go of me and lifts his arms up in the air; he claps his hands twice and, as he does it, two more spotlights race to the stage, one going to the left, the other to the right.

I look to the side—first to the left, then to the right—and I stop breathing when my eyes find what’s under the lights. Under each light there’s a completely naked men. They’re tall and broad shouldered, the ropes of muscles in their arms matching the six-pack they sport on their naked torso. In their face there’s a partial mask, one black and the other one white, and they only cover their eyes but make it impossible for almost anyone to recognize them. I look up at Austin, my eyes widening as I try to figure out what the hell’s happening. But in his face there’s only a soft smile. “This is all for you, babe,” he whispers as the men start walking toward the center of the stage. “This is what Python is all about. Making your wildest dreams come true.”

Holy fuck, is he for real? Is what I’m thinking going to really happen? No, no way. This can’t be true. I must be asleep, and this is all a dream. But when the two men stand shoulder to shoulder with Austin, three hard cocks right in front of my face, I realize that this is really happening. Oh, fuck, I’m awake and this is real.

“Austin, this is…” I start, looking him in the eye as I struggle to find the right words. This is what? The most amazing thing anyone ever did for me? No, this is better, way better.