by Alexis Angel
“It’s a bit too late for that, isn’t it? Besides, I don’t like men like them, always prancing around as if they own the world.”
“I’m serious, Ash. I worry about you.” He turns to me and looks me in the eyes, an expression of concern deepening the soft lines around his eyes.
“Don’t worry about me,” I tell him, running my fingers down the length of his tie. “Men like him don’t scare me.”
“You know, Ash, I like it when you get tough,” Austin replies, lowering his voice until it becomes a barely audible whisper.
“You do?” I ask him, taking one step toward him and almost pressing my breasts against his chest. “Why don’t you show me exactly how much you like it?” This time I’m the one lowering my voice, anticipation filling my words.
“Just wait till we get home and --”
“Why wait?” I cut him short, the gears inside my mind already turning fast. “I know where all the security cameras are; which means that I also know where the blinds spot are.
He doesn’t even try to argue against me. He simply matches up the desire dancing inside my head with his words.
“Lead the way, Ashley.”
Ashley
Holding his hand in mine, I lead him through the crowd with a kind of coiled patience. I’m trying to act normally, as not to raise any suspicions, but it’s hard to act normally with your fluids dripping down your legs. That’s one of the drawbacks of not wearing any underwear. Yeah, you didn’t think I was just teasing him, did you? I wasn’t joking when I told him I wasn’t wearing anything under my gown. There’s something outrageous and obscene about wearing a gown so expensive it’s almost outrageous, and having nothing between it and your skin.
I love it.
“Where are we going?” Austin asks me with a whisper, and I can tell that he’s as impatient as I am.
“Broom closet,” I whisper back at him, a grin dawning on my lips as I say it. You see, this isn’t the first time I’m at the Ritz. I once had a mission that involved a high-ranking lobbyist, and he was staying here at the time. I studied the blueprints of the whole place back then, and I remember a small broom closet that could offer some privacy if needed be. I never got the chance to use it, but I guess that having that information in the back of my mind turned out to be a useful thing.
“Just going to get some air,” Austin his security detail as two Secret Services agent try to follow us out of the ballroom. Reluctantly, they stay behind us. I lead Austin down a corridor and, looking over my shoulder to try and make sure that no one can see us, I head straight toward a discrete door.
“Here we are,” I say, turning the handle and walking inside the cramped room. Austin follows after me, closing the door behind us and hitting the light switch on the wall.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” he says, looking around at all the cleaning apparel piled up to the ceiling in the small room.
“No, I wasn’t,” I reply. Grabbing him by his shirt, I offer him a wicked grin and pull him into me. Our lips meet as he rests his hands on my waist and, the moment that happens, I simply close my eyes and submit to all the lust screaming inside my mind. God, I needed to be alone with him. If I had to wait until this whole thing was over, I’d go insane.
And now here I am, inside a broom closet with the President of the United States. Yeah, my life’s that crazy.
When I accepted this job, I had no idea my relationship with Austin would become this insane. I thought I wouldn’t even have to see him outside of formal functions, for God’s sake… But now here I am, hiding with him while we should be out there, greasing the gears of high society… But, oh well. It’s so much better to be with him in here.
Surrendering to his kiss, I let all the lust inside my body grow and grow until it becomes something else entirely. Something that I just can’t control. Something that I don’t want to control.
Tilting my head sideways, I curl my fingers over the fabric of his shirt and press my mouth against his as hard as I can, parting his lips with the tip of my tongue; then I just slide it inside his mouth, both our tongues dancing in a frenzy of lust. Lost in our kiss, I let the seconds passes us by as my pussy grows even wetter.
Pulling back from him, all I have the time to do is take a deep breath; with his hands still on my waist, he pushes me back and pins me against the wall. Grabbing me by the wrists, he forces me to raise both my arms up and pins them over my head.
“What if we get caught?” He asks me, but the grin on his lips tells me that he’s enjoying the moment, the adrenaline of knowing that it’s possible we might get caught adding to the whole experience. I know it because I feel exactly the same.
“Then we get caught,” I reply, each words that flies out from between my lips making my blood boil, my veins burning with all the desire rushing through them. My thong is a wet mess right now, my fluids drenching the fabric in a way that hasn’t happened before. As good as everything is with Austin, we were never in a situation where we might be caught.
Sure, I know, what a reckless thing for us to be doing… But that’s part of being alive. Truly alive, I mean.
“You’re insane,” he says, smiling at me while flames of lust dance behind his eyes.
“Yes, I am,” I chuckle, throwing my head back and offering him my neck. Without hesitating, he leans forward and presses his mouth against my soft skin, pleasure flooding my mind as if a dam has just burst. Escaping from his hold on my wrists, I move as fast as I can and grab his shirt, my fingers working furiously as I unbutton it. I could just pull at the fabric and make all the buttons pop out, but I don’t think it’d be a good idea for Austin to go back to the ballroom with a ruined shirt, his six-pack out in the open for everyone to see.
Untucking his shirt, I let the palm of my hands then run over the muscles in his chest, my heart tightening as I feel the hard contour of his pectorals and abs. God, I simply can’t get tired of his perfect body. It’s as if God himself designed every inch of Austin’s body, hell bent on creating the perfect man.
Closing the small distance between us, Austin presses himself against me, the touch of his naked skin making that fire inside of me grow even fiercer. Placing one hand on the back of my neck, he tangles his fingers on my hair and kisses me again, our tongues wrestling against one another as fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.
Lost in our kiss, I feel one of his hands go down my body; grabbing at the front of my gown, he pulls it up and then slides his hand toward my inner thigh. My skin prickles as I feel his fingertips on my skin, and I start swaying my hips by instinct. Perhaps trying to check if I was telling him the truth before, he brushes his fingertips between my inner thighs, his fingers immediately finding my naked pussy.
“You’re the devil,” he whispers, pulling back from our kiss and smiling at me. He keeps on brushing his fingertips over my inner lips, but I need so much more than his slow teasing. And, right now, I’m the one in charge.
Taking my hands to his naked chest, I push him back and then hike the front of my gown up to my waist. Grabbing him by the wrist, I guide his hand back home, forcing him to press its palm hard against my pussy. Groaning, he presses his thumb against my clit and starts stroking it softly, my mind spinning as he does it.
Wearing no underwear really turned out to be a good idea, there’s no doubt about it.
Moaning softly, I surrender to his touch, his fingers caressing my pussy in such a way that I can’t even open up my eyes. My fingers are still curled around his wrist but, just for now, I allow him to keep whatever rhythm he wants to. I mean, I can always take charge, can’t I?
Allowing his thumb to fall from my clit, he then uses his index finger to go up and down the length of my pussy, smearing my fluids all over it. Wanting his whole hand pressed against my pussy, I buck my hips against him, but he resists my dominance – holding me by the waist with his free hand, he slams me back against the wall, knocking a few cleaning buckets from a shelf right over us. They crash at our fe
et and we just look at each other like teenagers on the verge of getting caught, listening to our parents’ footsteps walking by the room where we’re locked.
Looking into my eyes, he uses his index finger to part my folds and then, turning his wrist around, he flicks his thumb against my clit. A loud moan bubbles up to my lips as he does it, but I grit my teeth and try to silence myself. I can’t forget where I am, or else I’ll end up screaming like a banshee. It isn’t easy to resist the urge to moan and scream, though – as he presses down on my clit, it’s as fire is consuming every single muscle in my body, my nerve endings feeling like sharp needles spread all over me.
Kicking it up a notch, he flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy and starts rubbing it fiercely. I press my legs together, keeping his hand in place, and he takes the change to slide one of his fingers inside my pussy. I throw my head back as he does it, hitting the wall, and I have to silence another moan as I feel his fingers making the way up my pussy. Curling it upward, he goes straight for my G-spot and presses so hard against it that, this time, I can’t contain the moan in my mouth.
“Oh God, oh God,” I say, pleasure crawling under my skin as the movement of his hand blankets my mind with ecstasy. Then, wasting no time, he slides another finger inside me. “OH GOD,” I shout and, thankfully, Austin reacts fast: raising his free hand, he places it over my mouth and muffles my scream.
Fingering me hard, he flicks his wrist and ravages my pussy, all while drumming his thumb against my clit. It doesn’t take long for pleasure to start welling up inside of me, his fingers playing exactly the right notes. My mind starts to spin out of control and, before I even know it, an orgasm explodes inside of me.
My whole body trembles and my muscles spasm as, moving slowly, he starts sliding his fingers out of my pussy. “Now we can get started,” he whispers, taking his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking on them, my fluids making his lips glisten.
“Let’s get started then,” I purr, my voice mellow from the orgasm still running through my veins. I reach for him with my mouth and, kissing him, I close my eyes as I taste my own wetness on his lips.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pushes the straps of my gown down my arms, and I don’t resist as he pulls the whole thing down my body, the fabric kissing my body on the way down. I’m not wearing a bra either so, the moment the gown falls at my feet, I’m completely naked – except for my high heels, that is.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman on Earth, Ash,” he exhales and, grabbing me by the waist, he forces me to turn around. Slamming me against the wall once more, he closes the distance between us and presses his crotch against my ass. Reacting without a moment’s hesitation, I jut my ass back against him and start rocking my body, feeling the hardness in his pants and already imagining how it’s going to feel once he shoves it inside of me. God, I can’t wait.
Grinding hard against him, I let out a low moan as he leans into me, kissing my neck as his hands go straight for my breasts. Cupping them and squeezing, he pinches both my hard nipples at the same time, and I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest again, my pussy begging for his cock.
Fighting back against his hold, I turn around to face him; without waiting for his reaction, my hands dart to his belt and, doing it as fast as I can, I unbuckle his belt and pulls his zipper down, desire coordinating the movements of my fingers. The bulging shape inside his boxer briefs pushes back against my hand and I just curl my fingers around it, gripping his cock so hard that he groans.
He reaches for my breasts again and, squeezing them as hard as I’m gripping his cock, he draws a moan out of my mouth. Leaning in, he wraps his lips around my right nipple and sucks it into his mouth, his tongue dancing in gentle but fast circles around it.
“I want you, I want you so much,” I breath out, hooking my fingers on the side of his pants and pushing them down. They fall to his ankles, and Austin kicks off his shoes in a hurry; stepping out of his pants and boxers then, he pushes his shirt down his arms and offers me the most deliciously wicked smile I’ve ever seen.
With Austin standing completely naked in front of me, the sight of him almost too perfect for a common mortal, I feel as if my something has just snapped inside my mind.
Allowing my eyes to dart straight to his cock, I curl my fingers around it and throw all caution to the wind. Taking one step forward, I push Austin back until he’s the one with his back pressed against the wall; then, placing my hands on his shoulders, I force him down. He slides down the wall hesitantly, sitting down on the floor, and I move fast with cat-like movements. Climbing on top of him, I grab his cock and guide it toward where I need it to be.
I grit my teeth as I feel the tip of his cock resting against my wet pussy lips and I let instinct take the steering wheel. Raising my hips slightly, I then lower them so that my pussy swallows the tip of his cock. “You’re so tight… I want to fuck you so bad,” he groans and, with that, he grins at me and thrusts hard. His cock slides inside of me fast and I throw my head back, gritting my teeth hard as I try choke down a scream.
You have no idea how much I want to scream right now. Even my lungs seem to be on fire. I mean, Austin’s twelve-inch cock is enough to make any woman scream. Sure, I’m not the most experienced woman when it comes to having such a huge thing shoved deep inside my pussy, but I don’t believe I’m out of place when saying that this urge to scream is simply too overwhelming.
I keep frozen in place for a long while, my body trying to grow accustomed to Austin’s monstrous thickness. As if that was possible.
Raising my hips once more, a moan escaping my lips, I succumb to the maddening urge to impale myself on his cock and start moving up and down in a coming and going motion, his cock sliding deep inside of me.
Placing my feet on either side of his thighs, I use them as leverage to start going faster, Austin’s cock completely demolishing my aching pussy. I do it for as long as I can, my limbs growing exhausted with each passing second.
Perhaps feeling that exhaustion taking over me, Austin then decides to take the lead. Resting his hands on my ass cheeks and squeezing them hard, he starts thrusting upward, his rhythm a violent one right from the start. His cock flies in and out of my pussy at such a mind-bending pace that I don’t even know if I’m breathing right now. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m alive – as far as I know I might have died and gone to Heaven.
Somehow, I manage to try and match the rhythm with which he’s trusting, but it’s almost impossible. I rock my body a few times, but that exhaustion takes over my muscles once again. Which isn’t a problem, really – Austin is fully devoted to giving me the fuck of a lifetime, and so he holds the whole rhythm by himself.
This is perfection. This is transcendence.
If I knew this would be the consequence of taking up this assignment, Tracy would have had no problem convincing me. Forget about all the millions. Austin’s cock would be payment enough.
Slapping my ass cheeks over and over again, Austin keeps on pounding me with the fury of a God, driving me to the edge of pleasure. I feel my muscles tensing up and I realize that, more than being over the edge, I’m already diving down pleasure’s abyss.
“I’m gonna--” I start and, sensing that I’m about to let out a mighty scream, Austin cups my mouth with one hand. I scream out against Austin’s hand, the sound coming weak and muffled. My body is on fire right now, and I wouldn’t be surprised if that was literally happening – if I opened my eyes right now and saw flames dancing around both my legs and arms, I’d just assume it was part of fucking a man like Austin. Seriously, pleasure like this doesn’t belong to the realm of common mortals.
“More,” I simply whisper, my voice completely shot.
“The lady asks, the lady gets,” he replies, leaning forward and laying me down on the floor as his cock pops out of my pussy. The moment I feel my back against the floor, I find some strength left inside of me and I use it all to turn myself around. Going on all fours
, I jut my ass back against him and wiggle my ass from side to side, inviting him in.
“I love the sight from here,” he whispers as he kneels behind me, slapping me hard with the back of his hand, the sound of it almost too loud. I just hope no one hears it and decides to investigate.
Jutting my ass further back, I grit my teeth as I feel the tip of his cock once more pressed against my pussy. Slapping my ass once more for good measure, he then thrusts fast and drives his cock deep into me.
He doesn’t build a rhythm this time – no, this time his rhythm starts at full force, the rage of lust making him fuck me like a man possessed. Thrusting like a man consumed by madness, he slams his cock so hard into my pussy that I have no idea if I’ll ever be able to walk again. Not that I’m complaining – oh, no, far from it. As far as I’m concerned, Austin can fuck me as hard as he wants to. And that’s exactly what I tell him.
“Harder!” I whisper, desire turning into sound as the words leave my mouth. “Harder, please!” I’m asking him to go harder but, between you and me, I have no idea if I can actually survive it. All I know is that I want it to happen. I want to come so hard that I might pass out and be unconscious for a whole year.
Thrusting violently, he conducts me like a maestro would conduct an orchestra, his cock the perfect instrument in a symphony of pleasure. I feel the rumbling of an orgasm inside me and, closing my eyes and pursing my lips, I prepare for what’s about to happen.
“Don’t… stop! Don’t you dare to stop!” I hiss through my gritted teeth, thrusting back at him with all the strength left in my body, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs hard.
Fucking me without a trace of mercy or gentleness, he destroys my rational mind with his cock, driving it so deep inside of me that he might split me in half. Chomping on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood, I turn my fingers into claws and drag them across the floor as an orgasm explodes inside of me, making my heart stop beating – or perhaps making it beat so fast I can’t even feel it. I don’t even know anymore.