The President's Secret Baby

by Gage Grayson

  His eyes are closed, and his head is tipped back as I suck his cock so deeply that he doesn’t even notice how I’m sliding my hand down the pants of my own starchy uniform.

  I finger myself that I start to moan softly around his manhood. The sound must send nice vibrations along his shaft because he breathes deeply.

  He looks down at me with lusty passion and says, “Fuck, Katy, I’m going to come.”

  He sees me now fingering myself, and I can tell that he likes that. He watches me with a certain amount of fire in his eyes. I close my eyes and continue sucking his cock down my throat.

  Warm spirals of pleasure start to build within my body, and I know I’m going to come right as I’m giving him a blowjob. I deep throat him, and it feels so good that my clit is starting to become engorged.

  I come fairly quickly and scream around his cock, and he knows that I’ve released. I can tell that he loves the fact that sucking him off has made me come so hard.

  I take his cock deep into my throat and pull out again. I find a stable motion to really get him going. I can feel that he’s going to come, but instead of shooting his load down my throat, he pulls out and makes sure to spray his sticky essence all over my face.

  He knows that we’re in jail and that there’s nowhere to rinse off. He wants me to survive in here with his cum all over my face and body, and I can’t say that I want to deny him the privilege.

  I lick up all of his seed that I can with my tongue. And I scoop the rest off my face and make sure he sees me licking my fingers greedily.

  Then I get up and kiss him gingerly on the lips so that he too can taste himself on me. The fact that I just gave him the best blowjob of his life will have him remembering jail fondly. That was my mission, and I think I’ve achieved it.

  There’s a little part of me that feels bad that I’m responsible for Marcus being in here. But I also know he’s a big boy and that if I can handle it in here, he definitely can.

  “Well,” he says, "that was interesting. You certainly know how to make the most of jail, Katy.”

  “Well, I’ve never stayed in a jail cell for long. But you’re changing that, Marcus. I think I could be with you anywhere and be happy, even here.”

  I sit down on the uncomfortably thin mattress. It’s the only place to sit. I look around at the bleak surroundings and I’m happy that I have Marcus here to at least make it fun.

  Normally I’d be well on my way to figuring out how to escape. He knows I can do it and I wonder why he hasn’t asked.

  “You know I can bust us out of here, right?” I ask.

  He sits down beside me and says, "I know. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you escaped me before. I have my lawyer working on getting us out. But in the meantime, I kind of like being here with you.”

  “Okay, so you want to get out of here the legitimate way...by the help of a lawyer.”

  “I don’t escape things like you do, Katy. Everything’s above board with me,” he says.

  "Trust me, this much I know about you already. I guess if you’re going to stay, I might as well parlay my escape for a little while,” I tell him.

  “I promise to make the waiting game interesting,” he says.

  And with that statement, my decision’s made. I’m not going anywhere without Marcus.

  Marcus

  This girl has just given me the best blow job of my life.

  Suddenly, jail just doesn't seem so bad.

  I never dreamed I'd be inside of a cell, but being in here with Katy is like a fantasy come true.

  The fact that she can look so fucking beautiful in a jailhouse uniform just amazes me. Her slim frame and perfect tits somehow make the outfit seem complementary. Or maybe it's just the fact that I'm really falling for her so that I see her in a nice light no matter what, even within the cinderblock cage we find ourselves.

  She introduced me to this world in the perfect way—by giving me the best blowjob in the history of man. She sucked my cock like it was the source of eternal life. She took it down her throat so fucking deep like she just couldn't get enough.

  What she doesn't yet know is that I haven't had enough. While I may not have handcuffs, I do have the strength of my own muscles to keep her tied down while I fuck her brains out.

  This thin mattress is not much of a bed, but at least they've dimmed the lights enough to give us some privacy. I'm about to make it known to her that I will claim her anywhere I damn well desire, even here.

  In truth, I know she's aching for it. That's what the blowjob was all about. She's looking at me with her beautiful wide eyes, and I know she's just hoping to feel my cock inside of her before our stint in jail is up.

  I'm not one to leave a girl hanging, and so I start to kiss her. I gently bite her lips, and then my hand feels for her perfect tit.

  I find it, but the uniform does nothing to turn me on. It needs to go. All I want is to have her skin flushed up on my own without the constraint of fabric.

  "Put your hands up over your head," I order.

  She does as I say and I lift the shirt up over her head so that she's only wearing a bra.

  "Take it off," I say.

  She easily undoes the clasp with one hand and soon her beautiful tits are out for me to see in the dim light of the jail cell.

  “You’re beautiful.” I murmur the words almost to myself.

  I’ll just never get enough of her. Of that I'm sure.

  My cock hardens uncomfortably, and I know I'll only find relief when it's inside of her. But first, I want to make her come...hard.

  I bend down and start sucking one of her nipples. I twist the other between my fingers, and I feel them harden at my attention. She fucking loves that.

  Again, the world around us fades, and it’s just us.

  The hard and cold atmosphere of the cell only adds to my lust. I suck on her tits for a very long time before sliding my hand down her pants. I feel her luscious pussy sopping wet for me.

  “You’re so wet, Katy. You know what that does to me,” I say.

  She shudders a little under my touch. I can tell that she wants it...bad. I push her back gently so that she’s lying on the thin mattress. Then I pull her scratchy pants off her body. She’s wide open for me.

  I bend down and start to eat her out. There’s something so sexy about this happening in jail.

  “Keep your hands above your head,” I command.

  She does it, though I know she’s dying to squirm away from my touch because she knows I’m about to deliver an earth-shattering orgasm for her. I insert a couple of fingers.

  She holds the metal bar of the bedframe and tries to steady herself as my tongue finds it its way inside of her. She tastes so sweet and lovely. Her pussy is so tight even around my tongue.

  I find her clit and tongue it until it opens up out of hiding. She’s blossomed and ready for me.

  I insert my fingers inside of her and easily find her G-spot. I slide my forefinger over it and feel the familiar rough texture. She moans, and I cup her mouth with my free hand so that her sounds of ecstasy don’t give us away to the guard.

  The last thing I need is to be separated from her in here.

  She bites down on my fingers, but I don’t care. The only thing on my mind is to make her come in here so hard. I move my fingers over her G-spot while my thumb circles her clit. I vacillate between touching her clit with my thumb and using my tongue to ensure she explodes.

  She’s aching for it. One of her hands makes its way through my hair.

  I pull up to admonish her. “No, baby, keep it above your head.”

  Then I twist and pull her nipple some more to keep her nice and aroused. Her hands are above her head as I torment her tit.

  I know all she wants is the feeling of my cock deep within her. But first, I have to tease her a little bit.

  I move back to my mission between her legs. She’s so fucking wet now that it’s all I can do to suck all of the juices out of her.

  At las
t, she comes, and I can feel it by the way her pussy clenches down in my hand. Also, she’s biting my fingers that are across her mouth. It’s hard to be stealthy in here when there’s a guard just outside the door.

  “Baby, shhh,” I whisper.

  I doubt she even hears my words because she’s gone into the realms of bliss, the cosmos, the clouds. One thing is for sure—she’s no longer here with me in this dirty fucking cell.

  I admire her flight into bliss and am anxious for the next step. It’s time that she feels me inside of her. It’s time that she gets what she wants, which is my large cock forcing its way into her tiny little cunt.

  She came so hard, and now she’s ready. I like to make her come once before I enter her because then she comes so easily just by the feel of my cock. And above all, I like to make sure that she experiences the most amount of pleasure possible.

  The fact that she can come again and again and works towards my advantage. To exhaust her and to make her body feel so thoroughly fucked by me is always my focus.

  I lie next to her for a few minutes, letting her catch up. She needs a second to rest after that intense orgasm.

  "Marcus, that was intense," she says. "I bet you do that to all the girls."

  I look at her intently and say, "No, baby, it's only you now. You're the only one."

  My words make her delightfully happy, and she pulls me in for a tender kiss. There's hardly any room for me on this tiny mattress, but I know that we're going to make the most of it.

  She takes her hand and pushes my pants down off my body. I pull the uniform shirt up and off so that my abs are exposed.

  She looks down and admires the view. And yet she has a hungry expression on her face. I know she wants and is craving more. And trust me, I'm not about to disappoint her.

  How often do you get to fuck inside of a jail, after all?

  I'm assuming this will be the only time for us, but of course, you never know with Katy. And so I'm going to make the most of it, and I'm going to ensure that she remembers this moment forever.

  There's something hot about the grittiness of our environment and the nature of our love.

  I hold her close to my chest and for a while, we lie like this, both getting our bearings to prepare for the next round.

  Things between us are always intense, and I know she's thinking about that too. Every time we make love, it's like the universe expands or something.

  I know it will be like that now, and I'm just getting ready for the full force of what it will mean to fuck Katy in this crazy environment.

  I wish like hell I could grab those cuffs off the guard outside. Nothing would be hotter than to have her handcuffed in here. I make a mental note to buy the sturdiest of handcuffs I can find for when we get out.

  For the time being though, I put her hands up above her head again and hold them in place so that she can't move.

  "Do you want me, Katy?" I ask, though I know the answer already.

  I just like to hear her say it.

  "Yes," she whispers.

  "Do you want me to fuck you in here?"

  "Yes," she whispers.

  "Do you want it harder than ever? Shall I make you pay for landing me in jail?"

  "Yes."

  We stare at each other for a long, hard moment, and the fireworks are just about to begin.

  Marcus

  She's basically begging me to fuck her into a state of nirvana, and I'm not about to oppose.

  There's something about being locked in a jail cell with the woman you're falling for.

  The fact that it's just us in here, our freedom stolen away, makes it increasingly important that we have each other.

  She’s already made my time in here well worth the wait. My lawyers are already working on getting me out, but I won’t leave without Katy.

  In the meantime, I think we’ve found the perfect way to occupy ourselves.

  I look over at the guard whose eyes are practically falling shut. Thank god for their lax security. I have Katy coming so hard that it's like she's in a trance, but the guard’s none the wiser.

  I love that it's me who has made her this way. No man has ever satisfied her like this—and I know for sure because she keeps coming back for more.

  She's practically addicted to my cock. Who wouldn’t be?

  "Baby, are you ready for me to fuck you?" I ask, though I already know the answer.

  "Yes," she all but whimpers.

  I pull her onto my lap and hold her hips tightly.

  She hovers above me, my stiff cock just inches from her dripping wet pussy. Slowly, I bring her down on the thick cock she has been craving for so long.

  She gasps as I move deep inside her, inch by inch. She clutches my shoulders and digs her fingernails into my biceps.

  I'll probably be bleeding after this, but I don't care. All I know is that it's me and my little criminal in here, and she's about to see explosions.

  I take her hips and move them down on my cock. She's so hungry for me that she starts to grinds her hips in order to feel more of my shaft. She's so fucking tight and wet at the same time that I can hardly take it.

  I imagine myself exploding all over her tits and face, but that will have to wait until I make her come into near unconsciousness.

  "Oh, Katy, damn. You're so tight for me. I want you to come," I say, panting.

  She holds onto my neck, sliding herself up and down my shaft. This is exactly how she likes it. Who am I to stop her?

  I let her go to town, and she sways and grinds her hips around my cock some more.

  I suck her nipples, one at a time. Then, I feel it—her warmth spreading around my cock. She moans and sighs into my ear.

  She bites my earlobe and whispers, "Fuck, Marcus, I came so hard."

  "I know, baby. I always know when you come," I say.

  Then, I pick her up and lay her down so that she's lying on the crummy mattress. I spread her legs wide to see the view of her gorgeous, tight little pussy. It's time for me to reach that extreme state of ecstasy and passion—something that only happens when I climax with someone that I care about.

  And that someone is Katy.

  I thrust into her, her pussy walls clamping down around my cock. She's probably going to come again, but all I can think about is my own internal bliss.

  Warmth is starting to spread throughout my body. I bend over her and grab the metal sides of the bed as I thrust into her deeply. She tries not to scream, but her muffled sounds only turn me on.

  I know I'm sending her into climax again. That's my cue to really just fucking go for it.

  I forget that I'm in jail, that there's a cop outside the cell. I forget about the secrets I’m keeping from Katy. All I can think of is her goddamn beautiful pussy and how it's all mine.

  "I'm gonna fuck you hard, Katy. Make you never forget that I'm the one," I say. “The only one.”

  There's this need, this aching need inside of me, to make sure that she knows that it's only me from now on. I need her to never even think about or look at another guy, or I'll explode from heart-wrenching jealousy.

  I fuck her so hard because I want her pussy nice and swollen for days afterwards. I want her to never forget that it was me who did that to her. I want to send her into wild oblivion.

  And that's exactly what happens next.

  She starts to scream, and I cup my hand over her mouth. Then, I start to come with her. My fantasy becomes a reality when I pull out at exactly the right moment and come all over her stomach and her tits.

  It's a beautiful sight, my glistening seed all over her body, which is still trembling underneath me.

  I intend to be the constant storm in her life, the quake that will never go away—the most intense man she's ever known.

  It's like I can finally be free with this woman. She's strong enough to contain my intensity. She's strong enough to take it.

  In fact, my extreme forcefulness seems to turn her on. She wants me just as I am, wild and uncontrol
lable. And I want her, beautiful and independent.

  We make a perfect match. Life has finally given me what I’ve always wanted on a silver fucking platter.

  Katy rises to every occasion, and she makes life seem more like an adventure than a mundane path that I must travel alone.

  I look down at her, taking in the sight of my sticky cum all over her body. She touches her tits and stomach and brings her cum-slicked fingers to her lips. She's needy for my essence, and that makes me want her more.

  I lie down next to her, although there's hardly room for both of us on the little mat. I hold her in my arms. Somehow, our bodies fit perfectly side by side.

  I fold my arms around her, ready to give her all of me. My strength doesn’t scare her.

  "Katy," I whisper into the darkness, "you better never run away from me. I'm getting hooked on you."

  I wonder how she'll respond. Neither of us has really talked about our feelings to each other. I guess we both assume that the other one feels it. too.

  But there’s always a chance that I’m wrong. She might not even love me back.

  I hold her tightly and smell her fragrant hair, and all I know is that I’m in too deep.

  That's the thing about Katy. She forces you to examine new heights. She pushes me to somehow be a better man.

  There are layers to her that are intrinsically beautiful and which I will never tire of discovering.

  All I would ask of her is that she allows herself to be vulnerable with me. Because in this place of exposure and openness, I can see the true parts of Katy, the parts she tries to hide from the world.

  "You make jail seem...not so bad," she says. "In fact, it's been a great experience."

  She curls into me and uses my arm as a pillow. In a few seconds, she’s fast asleep.

  But I can't even close my eyes, thoughts of betrayal haunting me. I think about it all night.

  How do I tell Katy the truth? I think of several scenarios, but nothing sticks.