Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“Harder,” I beg him with one simple word, but that’s all it takes. He starts pistoning into me with such a fury that, a few seconds later, beads of sweat start forming on his forehead. The muscles in his arms bulge as he holds me up, and I can’t help but look at them and feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I mean, I’m just a simple woman, and Austin is richer than God, more ripped than a cover magazine model, and he’s also smart. Oh yeah, and he’s the President of the United States. Seriously, how did I end up here, aboard the Air Force One with the President’s twelve-inch cock buried deep inside my pussy?

Life moves in mysterious ways, I guess. Either that or God really loves me.

Derailing my train of thought, I feel my pussy cramping once more, and my eyes roll in their orbits as a violent orgasm stabs my mind through and through, its cut deep and murderous.

“OH GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs and, even though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see a thing. My brain is too busy with trying to process the violence of this orgasm, and I guess that secondary functions (such as sight) have shut down temporarily.

“Fuck,” I hear Austin’s voice cutting through that mental haze, and I feel his cock throb inside of me. Knowing that he’s about to cum, I push against his chest with my hands and take my legs from around his waist. Forcing him to put me down on the floor, I know exactly what I need to do.

Going down to my knees, my lungs working so fast they feel like they’re on fire, I reach for Austin’s cock right away. Grabbing his cock, my fingers curling around his thickness, I start stroking as fast as I can right from the start.

I flick my wrist, my hand moving up and down the length of his shaft, and I feel the first spasms running through his shaft. Soon enough he’s going to unleash an ocean upon my naked body, and you can trust me when I tell you that I’ll love every second of it. I don’t know, there’s just something about having the most perfect man on Earth giving you all of his seed and then showing that he isn’t afraid of it. Sure, it might be a weird thing to say, but I can tell you that few things are more erotic than a handsome man licking his own cum out of your pussy.

“Cum … cum for me,” I whisper at him, looking up so that his gaze meets mine. I don’t know if he was just about to cum, or if my words worked on him, but as soon as I finish speaking a long rope of gooey cum jumps from the tip of his cock and hits me across the face. I don’t have any time to react; as soon as that happens, another strand of cum follows after, and then another and another.

I keep on stroking him as he cums and it seems that, with every stroke of my hand, more and more cum gushes out of his cock. Seriously, he holds so much cum inside of him that it’s almost unbelievable. It’s almost inhuman. But, feel free to call me greedy, I want all of it. And so I keep on stroking him, not stopping until his cock finally stops pulsing against the palm of my hand.

My face is completely covered with semen, so much that I can barely open my eyes. Thick ropes of it are already dripping down my neck and climbing the rising curve of my breasts, going around my nipples and then continuing down to my stomach. My body is a wet mess, and I couldn’t be any gladder that we’re aboard Air Force One, a plane with showers on board.

I think of getting up and crushing my cum-coated lips against Austin’s mouth but, perhaps reading my thoughts, he lowers himself in front of me and goes down to his knees. Reaching for me with both hands, he places them on either side of my face and, holding my head in place, he leans toward me.

My lips part by instinct and my eyelids droop; next think I know we’re kissing, cum dripping down both our chins as our tongues wrestle over an ocean of cum. The manly taste of his seed climbs up from my mouth and into my brain, making me almost delirious.

“I can’t help it,” Austin whispers as he pulls back from our kiss. “I get fucking crazy whenever I’m with you,” he continues, smiling as his eyes light up with amusement. “I’ve never done this kind of stuff with anyone else, you know?” he says, and I can tell that, in a way, he’s opening up to me. He’s telling me that, amidst this wickedness, lies a kind of trust he was never capable of offering to any other woman.

Unable of providing an adequate response to his admission, I simply offer him a tender smile. Not needing an answer, he simply smiles back at me and leans in again; going straight for my nipples, he wraps his lips around my right one and uses his tongue to trace its contour, making it move in fast circles around it. He then moves to my left nipple and does the same there, his tongue cleaning my skin and drying it from the cum that coats it.

When he finally has licked all of the cum from my nipples, he slides the tip of his tongue down my body, only stopping when has his lips firmly pressed against my clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he laps at it with his tongue, drawing a long purr out of my lips.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” I tell him, running my fingers through his hair as he finally takes his mouth off of my pussy.

“Me too,” he simply breathes out, but I don’t need him to say anything else. His two words were truthful, and that’s all I need from him.

Moving slowly, as if his body weighs a ton, Austin then sinks down onto his seat. Bending over, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward him; I sit on his lap again and we remain like that for a long time, enjoying the silence as we both gaze out the window, the eternal valleys a

nd ridges of the Grand Canyon coming into existence underneath us.

It’s almost ironic when you think of it; rocks are almost eternal in their insignificance, but the moments that really matter are as ephemeral as a passing breeze. Perhaps the trick is in not wanting to become a stone, but in learning how to enjoy the breeze.

As for me, I’m enjoying this breeze.

More than just that, I’m loving it.

Austin

The crowd is going wild. A sea of clapping hands erupts across the audience.

It feels good to come out here and accomplish what I set out to do, and it hasn't been easy. This crowd was a tough nut to crack.

"What's the biggest challenge for you, as President, when it comes to realizing this jobs bill?" one constituent asks. "Can you shed some light on that for all of us?"

"Sure, good question," I reply. "I believe the challenge will be in prioritizing the right infrastructure projects that are going to propel jobs, and the economy. And I've thought a lot about this and have worked with a lot of different infrastructure, so I believe I have a plan in place that will do just that."

"Mr. President," another man says, standing up from his seat, "And what about the private sector?" He must be in his 70s, and looks like a retired businessman.

"Another great question," I smile. "The private sector is ready to invest in these projects—all of them—right now. And who wouldn't want that?"

I hear more clapping now, and a woman stands up, a microphone clutched in her hands.