by Alexis Angel
Just how big are we talking about, Liam, you’re probably asking. You’ve heard the rumors. You’ve seen the hour-long special on Access Hollywood and Extra. I think they called the show something like Liam’s Legend.
Well, it’s no fucking legend, I can tell you that. It’s fucking 12 inches of cock that swings between my legs. That’s right. Once you go Liam, you’re in a whole new world, baby.
But if you think I’m bragging, then you’re absolutely fucking right, I am. Don’t like it? Think I’m a cocky fucking asshole? Well, guess what baby? I completely agree with you 100%.
Don't get me wrong. I’m not being cocky just to be an asshole. Although that would be fun. But I got good cause to act like I own the fucking world. I came from absolutely nothing. We used to fucking live on one meal a day. My parents made sure we went to school so we would get the free lunches we were so fucking poor. I grew up in the Andrews Estate in New York City. Toughest fucking place to grow up, out of the entire city. Located smack dab in the South Bronx, I had absolutely nothing.
And now I strut the world like a fucking colossus. Because I am.
"You like that, darlin’?" I ask Naomi and she’s biting her lip as I thrust one last time before pulling out.
Naomi doesn't waste any time as she gets on her knees and takes my cock with both hands. She knows what I like. She’s heard the stories before. From the Hollywood starlets I’ve banged who still want to get in on the action. The models. The pop stars. The porn stars that swore up and down that if I ever entered the industry they would only work with me.
Before I know it, Naomi has taken off my condom and is jerking my pole with one hand as she starts massaging my balls with another and using her tongue to stimulate the underside of my tip. Jesus fuck. This dark-haired heiress is going to make me cum.
She’s not the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, but I’ve seen so many that it doesn’t matter to me anymore. At least that’s what I’m starting to believe. Naomi doesn’t even have a tight pussy. You can tell all of those evenings getting fucked in Cannes and then Park City and Monaco are starting to take their fucking toll on her.
I feel a shudder travel up my spine.
"I just felt your balls tighten," she tells me, looking up at me and giving me a slutty smile.
She’s good, I guess. But I gotta tell you, I’m not really completely here in the moment with her. A lot of sex with a lot of women, all of who compliment you on your fucking Apollo-esque body, your two arms covered in tattoos, and your monstrous cock, will leave you with a crazy detachment from the act of sex itself. This woman means nothing to me.
That’s not to say that when she wriggles her tongue on the base of my shaft and brings it up and wraps her lips around my tips and begins to suck that I don’t feel anything. Fuck, I feel enough to push me over the edge.
"Fuck," I groan loudly and feel my body go. This is it. An arc of electricity paralyzes me as it shoots from my loins and seizes my muscles in my body and I feel my cum racing out. I see my cock explode a moment later.
Thick, long, gooey ropes of cum blast out of my slit and they make a mess on Naomi that I can tell will need a fucking beach towel to clean up.
The first shot hits her square in the forehead. It literally splatters. She angles my cock slightly down and the second shot hits her cheek and nose. The third sails into her open mouth and lands on her tongue, but it starts rolling out and dribbling off her tongue and onto her chin and her smallish tits. The fifth and sixth shots hit her chin and neck.
Fuck, just watching this woman coat her body with my cum is enough to get my cock twitching again. I’m still dribbling the last spurts and Naomi wastes no time, swallowing what’s left in her mouth and wrapping her lips around my tip, sucking again.
She tries her best to empty me out, and after several swallows, finally lets my cock free with a loud popping noise.
She starts scooping up the cum that's running in rivulets down her body as she looks at me with wanton eyes of unbridled lust.
"I think Mr. Mayor," she coos, "That if you can help me get cleaned up and get my clothes back on so we can look somewhat presentable at the rest of the conference, that I can guarantee those factory jobs in New Kingston."
"That’s the entire refining and semiconductor operations that you’ll set up there, right? No fucking tax breaks—just a property tax abatement?" I ask, making sure about our deal.
She nods at me happily, her eyes glazed over as she takes my body in. My muscles are twitching and my cock is still at half-mast, which really only means it's shrunk to 11 inches.
"We can announce in an hour … if I get cleaned up in time."
You remember when I asked you if you were wondering what I was doing at this World Mayor Conference? What I hoped to get by coming here?
That’s what I came for. To seduce and get 10,000 good paying manufacturing jobs to come to my city. Each job is a union job, which means fucking benefits and at least $50,000 salary with paid vacation and sick time.
In hindsight, this was a walk in the fucking park. I could have probably bargained with her for a few weeks and gotten this. But I fucked her instead and got what I wanted. It was a fun distraction to whatever those boring old geezers are talking about right now.
I mean, I’m just letting you know how I fucking roll, baby. It’s going to get a lot hotter from here on in, so either take those panties off now, or maybe get a free pair ready. Maybe also get BOB all set and make sure he’s got the batteries to last, because I’m thinking you’re gonna need it soon. I don’t lie about shit like this, not when it involves my glistening body. Not when it deals with the tattoos on my massive, muscular body—tattoos that were crafted by the most gifted artists the world over. Because this body is going to make you cum. Either it’s going to get you hot, or you're going to jump your significant other after you’re done reading about me, or if even that doesn’t happen then I fucking swear to God I’m going to come out of the screen and stand in front of you. Naked. Ready to bone.
After all, who wouldn't want to fuck me?
"10,000 jobs," I say to myself. Not a bad day’s work, I think you’ll agree.
"If…" Naomi says with a smile, getting up on her feet, and gesturing to her naked body. "And only if you can find me a towel."
Good thing I brought one. Always come fucking prepared.
I meant what I said above. Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you, darlin’.
New York Daily Journal
New Kingston Mayor: Jobs to ‘CUM BACK!’ to town
From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.
As Mayor of New York City, I have an unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…
In a move that is now emblematic of the new Mayor, Liam Jeffries held a press conference today where he criticized the owners of the Pik-A-Part Factory that will be closing its doors in less than a month.
The factory will be moving its operations to Shanghai, China, and removing approximately 2,500 jobs from the local economy.
"It’s motherfuckers like this that are destroying this country," the Mayor said in a live televised address that was delayed by five seconds to clear up some of the Mayor’s saltier words. "They think they’re really screwing this town because we wouldn't lower their local taxes so they’re taking their fucking jobs. But I have a surprise for those assholes."
It is standard practice now for local television studios to film the Mayor and apply a language filter that will drown out certain words that many have complained about. However, this newspaper believes in printing the exact words as they were spoken, and undertakes no such censorship.
In a further move that truly surprised all local pundits, the Mayor then went on to announce a partnership with Boltiador Global Industries that would bring a total of 10,000 jobs to the local New Kingston economy as well as jump start many areas of growth that had remained stagnant in the last decade.
Mayor Liam Jeffries is the youngest mayor to h
old an office in the history of the nation. He campaigned on a policy of helping and taking care of the blue collar workers that he says "built this country."
A product of Harvard University, he nevertheless casts a contemptuous eye to his Ivy League brethren, calling them, "castrated pansies who don't have a pair of balls between them." Instead, the mayor has championed the causes of the working class, campaigning and governing on a platform of being a regular, everyday man.
The Mayor’s antics are not without critics who complain that he cheapens and sullies the sanctity of his office and who call on him to strike a more mayoral and dignified approach to conducting affairs.
"Having 10,000 jobs come to the town is great, but if it means it's because the whole world is laughing at us because they know about how he treated that poor woman in Paris, then maybe that wasn’t the best way to go about bringing them over," said AJ Reynolds, who had unsuccessfully ran against Mayor Jeffries in the last election.
Mr. Reynolds refers to allegations of sexual impropriety at the World Mayor’s Conference in Paris, France. The impropriety allegedly occurred in the dealings between Mayor Jeffries and Naomi Boltiador, heir to the Boltiador family fortune. Both parties have denied any sort of wrongdoing, while the Mayor took time to address questions regarding the allegations during his press conference.
When asked whether the allegations were true, he shrugged. "It sounds like the only people who have a problem with it are the ones who are jealous that I got to bang some hot as fuck pussy, while they sat there sucking on their Vienna sausages," he replied.
However, despite the unorthodox manner in which Mayor Jeffries has conducted himself, his approval ratings have climbed steadily throughout his first term in office and the addition of 10,000 jobs makes many observers believe that they will only climb despite the attempts of his many enemies. Indeed, from the way his plan was presented, it invariably begs the question as to how the town will react to this bad boy mayor as more jobs from the Boltiador deal begin pouring in.
But before there is any real celebration, observers warn that the jobs may never come in the first place. That’s because of recently passed environmental laws that are seen by many to be the signature legislation of Governor Carter Andrews, the Democratic governor.
The New York State Clean Air and Water Act would raise standards on emissions as well as increasingly regulate and place pollution controls. These would be sufficient to not allow the Boltiador factories from being built in the first place. When asked to comment on this possibility, Liam Jeffries was nonchalant as he commented, "If the Governor wants to sit there and tell me that 10,000 jobs can’t come to my town because of some law to protect some owls or shit, I’ll bring them anyways and just tell him to go fuck himself."
It remains to be seen what the Governor’s response will be.
Carter
The city of New Kingston is roughly 56 miles away from New York City and it still manages to piss me off somehow. And all because of that bastard, Liam Jeffries. I didn’t really intend to come here today, but since I’m on my way from Albany to New York City, I figured I could take a few minutes of my time to tell the Mayor to start toeing the line.
After all, it’s not every day that a small town Mayor of a sleepy suburb tells the Governor of the state to ‘fuck off’.
I don’t usually swear. I think it shows that you have nothing to talk about. That you’re a weak man. But Liam is in a whole different category by himself. Someone should really just punch him in the face and set him straight. What a sorry excuse for a Republican.
Yeah, he’s got a reputation, and not a good one at that. Cocky and full of himself, most politicians in New York find him almost impossible to deal with. But that’s exactly what I do for a living: as Governor of New York, I spend most of my days dealing with assholes like him. Yeah, you got that right on the first try: I’m the Governor of the state of New York, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow a guy like Liam to ignore the law. Or tell me to fuck off. In a way, he’s like a whiny brat who's found his way to the Mayor’s seat. But if that bastard thinks he can do as he pleases, he’s in for a surprise. If need be, I’ll beat some sense into his thick skull.
"We’re here, sir," my driver tells me, stopping the car in front of New Kingston’s City Hall. The building towers over us, its wide columns giving it the semblance of an old roman palace. The dome at the top gives it a royal flair, and somehow, it seems fitting—Liam Jeffries thinks of himself as a king. Unfortunately for him, the real world has come knocking on his door, and I’m its messenger.
The black SUV from my security detail parks behind us, and my men get out of the car in a hurry, eager to secure the perimeter. I don’t bother with waiting; I step out of my car immediately, eager to get this over with. Jack, the head of security looks at me with a resigned expression; he already knows how little I care about protocol. In the end, though, he respects the fact that I only care about getting shit done.
Stretching my legs, I take a deep breath as I gaze at the building in front of me. I didn’t remember it being this imposing, but then again, I haven’t been back to New Kingston in a few years.
I straighten my cuffs and button my jacket as I walk up the stairs toward the main entrance; there are a few people leaving the building, and they all turn their heads to look at me. Some people are just wondering about the security apparatus, but most of them are just surprised that governor Carter Andrews is dropping by unannounced. If I scheduled my visit through the regular channels, I’m sure there’d already be a cadre of journalists waiting for me, and as far as I’m concerned, the less the spotlight is on me the better. I’m not in this for the fame, and I don’t care about the attention; I care about getting the job done. That’s what I was elected for.
Even though I despise the spotlight, it’s impossible for me to get rid of all the superfluous attention. I became, after all, New York’s youngest Governor in history at the age of 29. If you add the fact that I’m worth $730 million dollars, all from tech companies I built after serving in Iraq, and keep in shape by working out every single day… Well, you know where I’m going with this.
Yeah, okay. I've got the 8-pack abs. I've got the pecs. I’ve never done it before, but other women have measured my cock. I mean really measured it, not just putting it in their mouths to call it measuring. They tell me I’m 12 inches, base to tip.
It seems the ladies love that.
Being single doesn’t help matters too; judging by all the attention women’s magazines give me, my marital status seems like a big deal. To be honest, I don’t really mind the attention women devote to me ... as long as that doesn’t get in the way of my job. I’m more than willing to sleep with hot women, but if they think I’ll put them up on a pedestal, they’re mistaken.
If they think I’ll sacrifice my time from this job to satisfy their desire for a boyfriend, they’re a bit mistaken.
They don’t know who I am if they think that.
And who exactly am I?
I’m the man who won the Governor’s race two years ago. I passed signature legislation that will have a direct and material change on the people of this State, which will let them live longer.
Despite all of this, I don’t play who I am up to the media. I can’t exactly say the same about the King of New Kingston, though. Prancing around like royalty and cutting deals like an Emperor, this bastard must think himself above the law. Too bad that, as far as he’s concerned, I’m the law.
"Governor Andrews," calls out a petite blonde woman, a pile of folders clutched close to her chest. I stop, looking at her as she takes a deep breath and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Judging by her white button up shirt and professional tight skirt, she seems to be part of the Mayor’s entourage. "I’m here to take you to the Mayor’s office," she says, her cheeks flushing the moment we lock eyes. "The… the Mayor already knows you’re here, and he’s waiting for you!"
"Good," I tell her, politely smiling, "I�
��m on a tight schedule, so just lead the way."
Her cheeks flush even more and she looks down at her feet, trying to avert my gaze. Eventually, she turns on her heels and I follow after her. We walk to the second floor and she takes me down a hallway, stopping in front of two wooden double doors, a grand entrance to the Mayor’s office.
"Go ahead, Governor," she tells me, stepping aside with a coy smile. I look at her with a wide smile, reading the eagerness all over her face. I’d just have to say the word and she’d be on her knees in a heartbeat. But I didn’t come here to allow myself to get distracted; I have a job to do.
"Thank you," I tell her, and reach for the handle of the door and turn it. I step inside the office, my pupils widening in response to the dim light inside: the curtains are drawn, and aside from a lamp in the corner, the lights are out. Standing behind a massive oak desk is Liam Jeffries, the infamous New Kingston mayor. He has his feet propped up on the desk, his hands behind his head, and a lazy grin on his face. I didn’t exactly expect a warm reception, but this is almost too much. I have the sense that he’s doing it on purpose, just to spite me.
"Here he is—the wonder Governor in the flesh, Carter Andrews!" he says merrily, taking his feet from the desk and standing up. He draws the curtains, sunlight streaming into the room and filling it with a warm gentle light. Squinting his eyes, Liam extends me his hand. "Sorry, late night yesterday," he tells me, not bothering to hide the fact that his late night had nothing do with work. He has "hangover" written all over his face. Not that it surprises me; from the stories I’ve heard, Liam lives for two things only: pussy and liquor.
"I figured as much," I say, shaking his hand firmly. I can do without all the formality most politicians love so much, but Liam’s casual ways just manage to piss me off. After all, I didn’t come here to be his buddy. I came with a warning.