Mr. President: A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiancé Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Don’t you stop…” I tell them, and Austin’s answer is a quick one.

  “Does it look like we’re going to stop?” he says, thrusting even harder at the same time. “We wouldn’t stop for anything in this world,” he continues, and I look at him with a dazed expression. This is my man right here, the one with the right answers coming at the right time.

  Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and let pleasure overtake me. My insides are burning so fiercely that I might combust, and my mind right now is a blank canvas, a canvas where ecstasy is the only ink allowed.

  “Come, babe,” I hear Austin say, and his words ring out inside of my head like a gunshot. High voltage runs through my spine, spreading out to my limbs and giving an extra kick to my heart, and I come again. My back is arched, my whole body as tense as a nocked arrow, and I only relax when Strokes starts circling my clit with her tongue, fanning the flames of pleasure that are devouring me. “That’s it…”

  I open my mouth to speak, but words are useless right now. Pleasure is the language we’re using, and it isn’t the kind of language that needs something as primal as words. Right now, I don’t even know what I’m doing with my body, or if I’m moaning or screaming; I feel as if I’m floating in the void, all my being as light as a feather. My body and Austin’s are one, and even Strokes’ mouth feels like something ethereal and out of this world.

  I’m in heaven.

  “She’s delicious… You were right,” I hear Mistress Strokes’ say as her lips leave my clit. I force my eyes open, my consciousness clumsily landing on the real world, and I place one hand under Strokes’ chin. My fluids are dripping down her face, and her lips are glistening from it. I pull her into me and, not even thinking about it, I reach for her mouth with mine. The moment our lips touch, I feel my own scent and flavor inundate me. I don’t mean to brag, but I have to agree with them: I’m delicious. Well, I might be a bit biased here, I’ll admit it.

  “You’re really good,” I tell her strokes as she pulls back from our kiss. Smiling, she goes up to her feet, and there’s a look of understanding between us. She takes one step back and lays back on the side sofa, looking at us. She knows that this isn’t her show, it’s mine and Austin’s, but she couldn’t be happier that we trusted her enough to join in. Now, though, she’s back to watching the show… And, judging by the look in her eyes, she’s going to love every second of it.

  “We have an audience, Austin,” I reach for him, placing both my hands on his cheeks. “Let’s make sure she won’t forget about this anytime soon.”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he tells me, sliding his cock out of me. I sit up on the couch and, following his lead, I go up to my feet. I turn toward Strokes and I bend over, placing my hands on the edge of the sofa, right between her legs. Austin positions himself behind me and, grabbing my hips, forces me to jut my ass back at him.

  “You have no idea howthis is,” Strokes whispers, locking her eyes with mine. Unblinking, she parts her legs and slides one hand down her stomach, two fingers over her clit.

  “Enjoy then,” I tell her, pressing my ass back against Austin. His shaft is nestled between my ass cheeks and I start stroking him like that, moving my hips in a up down and motion. He accompanies my movement, his shaft sliding up and down over my crack, but I can feel the tension growing in the way he holds me. Still, he keeps his position, prolonging the build-up.

  “Fuck,” I gasp as, moving suddenly, he lifts one hand up in the air and then brings it down hard, slapping my ass harshly. My whole body shakes as I feel the impact, and he just does it again, lifting his hand and bringing it down against my cheeks. I can already imagine the red marks of his fingers on my ass, a sweet memento I don’t mind having on me.

  “Is that all you have?” I ask him, looking over my shoulder at him. He doesn’t say a thing - he just smirks and, narrowing his eyes, smacks my ass so hard that I think I’ll fall forward and collapse on top of Strokes. Instead, I just moan as loud as I can, my voice trembling as pain turns into pleasure by the time it reaches my brain. “Fuck me…” I find myself saying, the words flying out of my mouth before I even know what I’m saying. “Now…” I hiss, gritting my teeth as he pulls his cock out from my ass and angles it down, placing it right between my thighs. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the warmness of his cock against my folds and then, with one sudden stroke, he’s in me, twelve inches of pure ecstasy stretching me wide.

  He doesn’t start slow, no, we have already ignited our engines, and now we must go full throttle. Pistoning into me so hard that my whole body rocks back and forth, I grind my teeth as I hear the constant sound of his thighs slapping my ass.

  I make an effort to keep my eyes open and I look at Strokes, delight washing over me as I see the look of pure ecstasy on her face. She’s rubbing her clit hard with one hand, and now she has placed the other one over her folds. Never taking her eyes out of me, she slides two fingers in her and starts sliding them in and out, fingering herself while she keeps rubbing her clit with fast jerky movements.

  Seeing Strokes please herself while Austin pounds into me… Somehow, that does it for me. Pleasure’s coiled inside of me but, in a simple instant, it springs free and spreads through my body like a storm. I push my ass back at Austin as hard as I can, forcing his twelve thick inches to go as deep as possible, and then I let out a scream loud enough to ruin your eardrums.

  I almost collapse to the floor, my body suddenly becoming so weak that my knees start to buckle. But I push through, grabbing hard at the edge of the sofa, and manage to keep my position until the orgasm finally starts to subside. But Austin keeps thrusting me, fucking me with such an intensity that I realize he’s readying himself for the big ending - but I’m not ready for it. Not yet.

  Moving fast, I stand up and force his cock to pop out of my pussy. I turn to him fast, just in time to see the bewildered look on his face, and then I grin and laugh.

  “We’re not done yet,” I tell him, pressing my lips on his.

  “Now you’re speaking, babe” he grins back at me, his cock pulsing so hard I’m actually amazed he has managed to stop himself from cumming.

  “I want you to… fuck my ass again,” I say, slowly going down to the floor. I go on all fours, turning myself to Strokes again, and I place my elbows down on the floor. Austin kneels behind me, his big hands resting on my cheeks and spreading them wide, and then he takes the tip of his cock straight to my hole.

  “Do it…” I moan, mentally readying myself for the cocktail of pain and pleasure he’s going to serve me. Taking his time, he starts to push his cock inside of me, his girth straining against my inner walls as it stretches my ass. “Oh, fuck…” I moan again, making the effort to push my ass back at him. I only stop moving when I feel his whole cock inside of me, my ass cheeks pressed against his thighs, and I take a deep breath. “As hard as you can, Austin… And we don’t stop till we’re done,” I order, straining my vocal chords to get the words out. This is it, the final lap, the victory lap.

  “You’re getting bossy, aren’t you?” he starts, sliding his cock halfway out. “I guess I’ll just have to fuck that bossiness out of you.” He’s barely finished speaking when he thrusts violently, his length pushing its way deep inside of me. I scream so violently that I don’t even know how my throat is capable of producing such a sound, I guess that’s just a side effect of having a twelve-inch cock deep inside my ass.

  I let my head fall down, my hair cascading over my shoulders and covering my face, and surrender to the way Austin is fucking me. His hands are still on my cheeks, keeping them parted, and he’s rocking hips fast, his cock working me like a piston.

  This time, I don’t even feel it coming. There’s no mounting pressure, and my muscles don’t even tense up. No, this time pleasure just explodes inside of me without a warning, the detonation shaking me to the foundations. I go blind momentarily, or are my eyes shut? And I even stop hearing what’s around me. I lose myself in my inner w
orld, adrift in a raging river of blissful ecstasy. Austin is still thrusting, though, but I feel him close to the finish line.

  And, as that thought crosses my mind, is when he pulls his cock out of my ass. “Turn around,” he tells me, the tone of his voice leaving no room for a snappy comeback. So I just turn around and go to my knees, looking up at him with an expectant look in my face. I reach for his cock, curl my fingers around his shaft, and then start stroking. Or try to, anyway: all it takes is one stroke and his cock pulses hard and starts gushing like a fountain, his warm cum hitting me straight in the face.

  I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, taking his seed into my mouth. He fills me up in an instant, my mouth brimming with cum; I do the reasonable thing and just swallow, his salty and raw flavor making my skin prickle as it goes down my throat. He keeps on spraying his semen all over me as I do, covering my face and chest completely. I feel thick and gooey strands of cum sliding down my body and I open my legs slightly, allowing it all to drip straight to my pussy.

  “Oh, God, oh, God,” I hear Strokes moaning, but I don’t even turn to look at her. I just smile as I hear her voice quivering, her wild scream of pleasure filling the whole room.

  “Fuck, this was crazy,” Austin murmurs as his cock gives out one dying spasm against the palm of my hand. I peel my fingers off of his shaft and, taking both hands to my breasts, I squeeze them and start smearing Austin’s cum all over my naked body. He just watches me do it with a smile, his eyes locked into mine.

  “It was crazy… But it’s not over,” I tell him, and then lean into me. I part my lips and take his cock into my mouth, sucking him dry of the few drops that have dripped down his shaft. When I finally pop his length out of me, Austin places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to the floor. I let him to do it, tumbling back easily, and then spread my legs as I realize what’s coming.

  He doesn’t waste a second; he leans into me fast, taking his mouth straight to my drenched pussy. I squirm in place as he sucks hard, using his tongue to scoop up the strands of cum that have made their way to between my folds. Once he’s done there, he brushes his lips over to my clit, and then continues moving upward. His tongue traces a straight line over my stomach, going all the way up to between my tits, and then he moves over to my left nipple. He circles it with his tongue, taking in all the cum, and the goes for my right nipple. He does the same there, and then he moves his lips over my wet skin until his mouth is on mine.

  We kiss in abandonment, the cum he holds in his mouth dripping into mine. We’re a wet dirty mess right now, and I couldn’t love it anymore. Seriously, this is way beyond perfect. This is something you could only do with a man such as Austin.

  “I fucking love you,” he breathes out as we pull back from each other. We sit up on the floor, breathing hard and looking at each other.

  “I love you too,” I whisper, and that’s when I hear Strokes clear laugh.

  “Seriously, guys,” she laughs, “I can take all the sex. But this mushiness is way too much for me.” She stands up and, picking up her towel from the floor, chuckles to herself. “Back to the shower with me, I guess.”

  We watch as she leaves the room and then, as a pleasant silence takes over, Austin places his hand on top of mine and gives it a tender squeeze. He then takes his other hand to my belly and rests it there as if he’s trying to feel the new life growing inside of me.

  “I guess this is a whole new adventure for us,” he whispers, and I see it all unfolding before my eyes: marriage, a baby, growing old by his side. Everything I never knew I wanted, but everything I needed.

  I remember what Austin told me when I was just discovering who he really was. Python is a place where your wildest dreams come true, he told me, and only now do I realize how right he was. The moment I stepped inside Python, the wheels started spinning, setting in motion what destiny had planned for me. And my wildest dream became true in the end: me and Austin, together. That’s what I wanted more than everything in the world, and it happened.

  One word of advice to you: get to Python as soon as you can. You never know when your own dreams might come true. I’m sure the men at Python will give you a push in the right direction.

  86

  Mistress Strokes

  Bet you weren’t expecting to hear from me, huh?

  Well, I couldn’t leave New York City and not say something.

  Not after the shit show that’s been going down.

  And, yeah, I’m leaving New York. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but don’t worry. You’ll see me again.

  I’ll pop in and out no matter where you are. If you stay with Alexis, you won’t get rid of me that easily.

  I just wanted to say thank you for bearing through this before we start wrapping things up, you know? I know at first it didn’t seem like there was going to be a happy ending, but I think we’re getting to it now.

  I know you might not like reading about FMF or whatever, but it’s sexual. And it’s dirty. And so I’m hoping it got you wet.

  Plus, I mean Destiny and me, we didn’t get far anyways.

  But I mean, we had to do it.

  Because we had to put a stop to Lester.

  You see, Lester represents the old. The old way of thinking. Men, when they thought they could repress women. I’m all for men dominating women during sex, hell, if both parties went into it consensually I’m all for being bought and sold at a fucking auction if you’re a virgin.

  But what I can’t get and won’t put up with is the fucking hypocrisy that this world has lived with for too long.

  Men can go around and fuck anything they want. But get a woman who likes sex, and she’s a whore. She’s a slut.

  Fuck that.

  My goal, from now on, is going to be to travel through and keep the society fucking honest.

  Anytime there’s a woman in trouble, expect to see me.

  Anytime there’s a double standard, I’m going after the motherfucker who’s perpetrating it.

  Sure, it means leaving New York. It’s been my home for so many years, but during these past months it became something foreign to me. After seeing all the things Lester did, and after dwelling for so long in the city’s underworld… I guess all that took a toll on me. But now that’s just the past. Ahead of me there’s a long road, and it leads to wherever I want it to.

  Austin is busy compiling all the information he got after his security cleaned out Lester’s house, and he’s going to hand everything to the authorities (the non-corrupt authorities, I mean). Once that’s done, I’ll be free. It’s kinda weird, really. I spent so much time trying to make a difference, trying to do some good in this city… And now that my job here is done, I’m actually at a loss on what to do now.

  “Partner up with us,” Austin and Destiny offered me, but I just couldn’t accept it. Python and Dirty Destiny are almost an extension of they are, and I’d just feel like an intruder. “Then be our second in command,” they insisted, but I had to say no again.

  I’m tired, you see? I need to rest. I’ll probably go somewhere in Europe, and lay low for a while. Maybe I’ll go back to college, who knows? I’ve playing with the idea of becoming a lawyer and making a stand for Human Rights. I guess that’d be right up my alley. But no pressure. I have lots of time to make a decision. Besides, Austin and Destiny gave me enough money to enjoy life for a while and then back on my feet. They’re probably the best two people I have ever met, and it just makes me happy that they found each other. They deserve to be happy.

  “And here’s the orange juice for the crazy lady in the blue hair,” I hear Austin tell me. He’s behind the counter with Destiny, and they’re placing bottles up on the shelves. Today’s my last day in New York, but I still had to come and help them out.

  “Thank you, fine gentleman,” I mock him, taking a sip out of the orange juice. I spit it out the moment it touches my lips. “It tastes like… ugh, tequila.”

  “So? It’s a parting drink,” Austin teases
me, laughing in that deep voice of his. Then he takes the glass out of my hands and replaces it with the real orange juice he had hid under the counter.

  “Can you stop teasing her, Austin? Help me out in here.” Destiny tells him. She’s high up on a ladder they have against the wall, neatly stacking more bottles on the higher shelves they have behind the counter. Austin just grins at her and shrugs, but his eyes are focused on her ass. Sigh, he’s already thinking of getting her naked the moment I leave. Swear to God, he’s incorrigible.

  Sitting on my stool, I look around me and realize how much has changed. I’m not even in Python anymore, the place that was my home for so long. I’m not at Dirty Destiny either, this is a whole new place, and it’s way bigger than both Python and Dirty Destiny. When Lester finally got their operating licenses, they made the decision to partner up and combine both clubs into one. If you asked me, that was the right decision, they have partnered up for life, so why can’t they do the same when it comes to business?

  Anyway, this place is freaking huge. They actually bought a whole building to make this a reality. Three dancefloors for the customers, six for the dancers, various themed bars spread around the whole building, and God knows how many private rooms. I could myself inside this place.

  But just look at them, smiling at each other, joking, lust always in their eyes. Have you ever seen a more sickening perfect couple? And they’re happy… So happy. The kind of happy everyone deserves to be. I’d be lying if I said I’m not jealous. But I have my whole life ahead of me, and I’m sure that down the road I’ll find a slice of happiness just for myself.

  “Sir, the limo’s outside,” a thin man with a suit a balding head tells Austin as he peeks from a door at the end of the room. He nods respectfully at the both Destiny and I, and then goes back to his post.

  “Well, I guess that’s your cue, isn’t it?” he asks me, going around the bar and hugging me so tight that I can barely breath.