“Fuck me, Mr. President,” I purr at him, my pussy aching to feel his thickness stretching me wide. As if reading my thoughts, he thrusts right away, pushing his shaft inside of me so fast that I feel my mind breaking apart. His thickness strains against my inner walls on the way, and it fills me up so completely that it seems like his cock was made solely for my pussy. Well, I guess now I can say that his cock is only mine, though – that’s what an enjoyment ring means, right? Oh, yeah, that’s right – these twelve inches of pure pleasure are my sole property.
With a vicious rhythm right from the start, Austin thrusts over and over again, his cock completely demolishing my pussy. With my legs laced around his waist, I keep him trapped in place – not that I need to, though. I doubt he’d go anywhere, even if I let him. His body needs mine as much as mine needs his.
I throw my head back as he ravages me wildly and, feeling a scream climbing up my throat, I open my mouth and let it explode in the air. The Oval Office is soundproof and, even if it wasn’t, what do I care? Right now I’ve surrendered to pleasure and, if anyone wants to listen in, please be my guest. Even Presidents need a healthy sex life… And I’ll make it my purpose in life to make sure that President Austin has one of the healthiest sex lives in all of history.
Fucking me until all my muscles grow sore, he then decides to go even harder. My legs grow limp as he thrusts viciously but, at the same time, I feel my insides clenching. Just a fraction of a second later and a thermonuclear explosion takes over my mind, bright colors and sounds bouncing around my skull.
Screaming and moaning, I throw myself back, collapsing on top of his desk and sending a few of the folders piled there tumbling down to the floor. I expect him to stop now but, of course, I’m wrong. Right now, he has no brakes, and nothing on Earth would be able to make him stop.
With his hands placed on the back of my knees, he pulls me into him and pounds me slower now; but slower doesn’t mean he’s being any gentler. Instead, he has replaced speed with strength, the brutish thrusts of his hips making me feel on the verge of passing out. Seriously, there’s so much pleasure running through my mind right now that I wouldn’t be able to tell you my name if you asked me.
Curling my fingers around the edge of the desk to steady myself, I just spread my legs wide and allow him to fuck me as hard as he wants, another orgasm building on the back of the last one. Hitting me out of the blue, I let another wild scream echo through the room, the sound of my voice stabbing the silence wildly.
I do it until my throat grows sore and then, for good measure, I do it some more. Only when my throat gives up on me do I shut up, whimpering as the orgasm raging inside my body turns my body into a quivering mess.
“Tired already?” He whispers, leaning in to lay a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Never,” I reply with a purr, his teasing words waking some hidden reserve of energy inside of me. I sit up on the desk as he slides his cock out of me and, not even wasting a second, I turn around and assume an all-fours position, wiggling my ass from side to side and inviting him in.
Accepting my invitation in a heartbeat, he comes up to me and, angling his cock downward, he rubs it tip along the length of my pussy. Without any kind of warning, he simply thrusts and forces his whole twelve-inches inside of me with one quick movement. I let out another wild scream, one that bounces off the walls and comes back to my eardrums at full force.
Pounding me with a gentle fury only Austin is capable of, he drags me down into a world where pleasure reigns supreme, one where orgasms always come in a dozen. Sounds like a fantastical world to live in, doesn’t it? It sure does and, if it were
up to me, I’d make sure that every woman visits this pleasure land at least once in a lifetime.
Thrusting back against Austin, I impale myself on his cock over and over again, taking part of the responsibility in building another orgasm. It comes quickly enough – just a couple of thrusts more and the muscles in my throat grow tense, making a supreme effort to push out a scream shrill enough to rupture my own eardrums.
Completely lost in a daze of ecstasy, I’m jolted out of it when I hear a loud noise coming from one of the side doors. I raise my head just in time to see someone kicking the door open; before I can even blink, three Secret Service agents run into the room with their handguns raised. Their eyes automatically dart to every corner in the room, even after seeing the two of us, almost as if their programming didn’t allow them to process whatever is in front of them before all threats are neutralized.
But, of course, eventually they lower their gun and, for one long second, they just stare at us. Let me rephrase that: they stare at my naked body, on all fours, my breasts wagging as I look at them in embarrassment. I bet my cheeks are as red as wildfire.
I can’t see Austin, as he’s standing behind me, but I already know that there’s a massive grin on his face. I mean, he didn’t even bother to take his cock out of me!
“We’re… we’re sorry, sir. We’ve heard… screaming,” one of the agents say, his cheeks also becoming flushed. I can’t help but notice that there’s a bulging in his pants - just by looking at us, he’s already hard. I don’t know if I should feel even more embarrassed or just plain proud.
“No worries, boys,” Austin merely says, as if this is nothing to him.
“We’ll let you to it, sir,” one of the agents says, and soon they turn on their heels and go out of the room. I can’t help but smile as I notice the proud tone in the way the agent spoke. It’s a good thing that Austin could trust these guys with his life, or else the headlines tomorrow would be a riot to read.
“Oh my God… I don’t believe this,” I whisper, burying my face against my forearm in embarrassment.
“We’ve just gave them something they will never forget, Ash… I bet this is the kind of story they’ll be telling their grandchildren.”
I can’t help but smile - even in the strangest situations, Blake can always see the positive side of things.
“Well,” I find myself saying. “Let’s give them a story worth telling, then.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, I start thrusting back at Austin, slamming my ass against his hips. Responding to the movement of my body, he matches me thrust for thrust, his cock completely destroying every single nerve ending inside my pussy. His cock moves so fast in and out of my pussy that I can’t even tell when it’s going in or going out. Not that it matters, really – all that matters is that he’s inside of me right now.
Screaming at the top of my lungs – after all, the Secret Service already knows what we’re doing in here –, I do it until my throat starts complaining from the effort. And then I just scream some more.
Somehow, knowing that the agents outside can hear us, it just makes me scream even louder. Even my throat seems to have temporarily forgotten that it’s raw.
Smacking my ass hard, Austin amplifies the pleasure I’m feeling and, even though my throat feels too raw for me to scream, I can’t stop a loud moan from escaping my lips. Slapping me again, he does it multiple times, and that hard enough to leave a red mark on my flesh.
The last time he smacks me, he does it so hard that another orgasm simple rises from the pain reaching my brain. It hits me like a brick, and I almost collapse on top of the desk as I feel it rage through me, its intensity enough to make me pass out. Somehow, I hold on to consciousness.
Sweet pleasure still courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Austin’s insatiable hunger is rubbing on me. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I can feel pressure mounting inside of me once again; but before I can come, Austin laces my waist and pulls me back.