by Alexis Angel
“Oh, God,” I finally breath out, my lungs working overtime to get the air in. I’m breathing this hard and he has just used his fingers. Sweet God, what else can he do?
“Liked it?” he asks me as he kneels between my legs, finally sliding his fingers out of my pussy. I tremble slightly as I feel his fingers leaving me, and I don’t offer him a reply. All I do is look him in the eyes and chomp down on my lower lip, eager for what comes next. “I know that look…” he whispers, narrowing his eyes as mischievousness flickers there. “That’s the look of a woman with a delicious pussy.”
“Yes, it is,” I merely say, my heart skipping a beat as Austin lowers himself, his mouth tracing a straight line toward my pussy. Except, instead of smacking his lips against my wetness, he turns his head sideways and lays them on my knee. Gently kissing his way down my leg, his head now buried between my thighs, he kisses my soft flesh without ever reaching for my pussy. He’s teasing me, trying to drive me completely mad before he starts eating me out … and you know what? It’s working. Oh, yeah, it’s working alright.
“Now,” I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair and trying to push his mouth down against my wetness. “I want it now…”
“Look at how your tune has changed,” he says, looking up at me from between my thighs. Lowering his head again, he runs his tongue over my inner thigh, flicking it against my skin softly. His hands go over my outer thighs and, hooking his fingers on the strings of thong that lace my waist, he starts pulling them down my legs. I raise my ass from the seat as he does it, my skin prickling as I feel the wet fabric leaving my pussy.
“Lovely,” Austin whispers with a grin, his eyes focused on my pussy. Parting his lips, he reaches for my drenched folds with the tip of his tongue, running it up and down the length of my ass. I lie down on the seat, my head against the door, and close my eyes as I surrender to the onslaught of sensations flooding through me.
“Lovely, yeah…” I say with a soft chuckle, running my fingers through his hair and disheveling it. “But I want more than lovely,” I continue, yanking on his hair and thrusting upward at the same time. Obliging, he opens his mouth wide and rests it against my pussy, the pressure of his lips making bright colors explode behind my shut eyelids.
“That’s … that’s, oh fuck, so good,” I moan as Austin starts jabbing at my pussy with his tongue, sliding it in and out between my inner lips. Resting his forearm over my belly, he lets his hand fall down and reaches for my clit with two fingers. Pressing down on it, he starts rubbing it with the same rhythm with which he’s licking me.
I run my fingers back and forth through his hair, swaying my hips from side to side and rubbing my wetness against his face. I can’t even say that Austin is eating me out; no, what he’s doing goes beyond that. He’s devouring me, ravaging my pussy with a hunger no normal man would be able to compete with. And, God, it’s so good … it goes beyond anything I've ever expected. And if he knows how to use the rest of his body as well as he can use his tongue and fingers… Oh, let’s not even go there. I don’t want to be thinking of that right now, or else I might just come.
Working on my pussy like a true master, he slips his fingers off my clit and replaces them with his lips. He sucks on me while pressing down with his tongue, and then he opens his mouth wide once more, sucking both my folds into his mouth as if they’re the most delicious things in the whole universe.
Moaning hard, I arch my back even further, so much that my spine feels like it’ll snap anytime now. Yanking on his hair hard, I buck my hips against him and let pleasure erupt inside of me; it explodes in my pussy, but then spreads outward until it reaches my mind, where flames of ecstasy incinerate every sane thought floating inside my skull.
Instead of stopping as I come, Austin starts licking me even more fiercely, devouring my pussy as if he needed to do it in order to survive. His tongue runs up and down the length of my inner lips while his fingers are back on my clit, stroking and rubbing wildly.
Guiding his free hand between my thighs, he opens up some space with his mouth and then runs two fingers up and down the length of my pussy. I let out a moan as I anticipate what’s to come and, the moment I buck my hips up once more, he doesn’t hesitate: he slides his two fingers inside me in a fraction of a second, driving them straight to my G-spot.
“Oh God, oh God,” I moan, repeating my words as one orgasm dies down inside of me, just to be replaced by the rumblings of another one. My moan dies in my throat as I grit my teeth and collapse on the leather seat, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing against both my mind and body. I don’t even know what to say or what to feel right now; I’ve never had so many orgasms in a row... even when it’s just my hand and I.
Allowing my hands to fall from Austin’s head, I curl my fingers and drag my fingernails across his shoulder blades, digging them deep into his flesh over the fabric of his shirt. Pulling at his shirt, I un-tuck it and then take my hands to his chest; moving with a kind of brutish exhilaration, I grab at the fabric and pull from side to side, all the buttons popping out and scattering around the seat and the floor. Sighing heavily, I spread my hands over his naked chest and run the palm of my hands down from his pectorals to his abs, feeling the ridges of muscle on his body. Sweet mercy, how is it possible for a man to be this ripped? Has he turned the Oval Office into a gym?
“I want… your… cock…” I breath out, adrenaline rushing into my bloodstream. Pulling him back, I force him to lie down on the leather seat and then I sit up, my trembling hands going for his belt. Unbuckling it with an anxious but flowing movement, I then pull his zipper down and flatten the palm of my hand against the shape tenting his boxer briefs.
“Then take it,” Austin whispers, looking at me with his devil eyes. His cock throbs against my fingers as he says it, and I find myself hooking my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and pulling them down, sending both boxers and pants down to his knees.
“Oh, God,” I mutter under my breath as his cock springs free, a rod of pure pleasure standing up to salute me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cock this big; it has to be at least twelve inches long. It’s so big I don’t even know if it’s going to fit inside my mouth, but one thing’s certain: I’m going to try.
Curling my fingers around his shaft, I purse my lips in anticipation, my skin prickling as I feel his warm thickness against the palm of my hand. Flicking my wrist slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, stroking him at a gentle but growing pace.
With each stroke I take, I find myself leaning into him, the magnetic pull of his cock too strong for me to resist it. Not that I want to resist it, anyway. In fact, it’s just the opposite.
Opening my mouth, I stop stroking him and close my eyes as I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. Sucking softly, I let the salty taste of his pre-cum flood through me and, before I know it, I’m rolling my fingers down his cock. Going all the way down, doing my best to fit it all inside my mouth, I only stop when I feel its head pressed against the back of my throat.
Moving my mouth back, I grab him by the root of his cock and start a pendulum motion, my mouth and hand moving as one. I keep my eyes closed as I bob my head up and down, Austin’s warmness filling me up completely. As I feel his cock pressing down on my tongue, I can’t help but imagine how it must feel to have him between my legs, his shaft stretching my inner walls as it goes deep inside my pussy… He fits in my mouth, but would he fit inside my pussy? Hm.
“That’s so good,” Austin groans, slightly thrusting upward and driving his cock deep into my mouth. Tangling his fingers on my hair, he forces me to stop my bobbing motion and then takes charge of the whole situation, his thrusts growing rhythmic and constant. He fucks my mouth eagerly, pistoning his cock into me as if he were doing it to my pussy… At least that’s the comparison my mind comes up with, the wetness between my thighs aching to feel his throbbing thickness stretching my insides wide.
Austin keeps on thrusting and only a slight spasm ru
ns through his cock, and then he slows down. Realizing that’s my cue, I resume my bobbing motion, this time applying a kind of unbridled fury to my movements. I suck on him fast and hard, mercilessly driving him to the edge of pleasure and throwing him off it.
Pulsing once more against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, I taste his precum again and I know that he’s close. So close that my insides are already clenching with anticipation. Using one hand to caress his balls, I roll them over my fingers as I force my neck to keep working past exhaustion, my mouth moving up and down his length.
“Fuck, I’m gonna --” he starts to say, but he never finishes his sentence. Instead of words, he offers me his warm cum: his cock erupts inside of me in a heartbeat and, thrusting upward once more, he starts gushing his load into my mouth. I keep still as he does it, allowing his seed to fill my mouth; except, instead of cumming like a normal human being, Austin seems to have gallons of semen inside of him. He fills up my mouth in a couple of seconds, and his cum starts dripping out of my mouth, thick beads of it sliding down my chin and tainting my skin.
I don’t dare to move as he gives me his load, and I only unwrap my lips from his cock when I feel the dying spasms of his cock. Slowly sitting up, I look him in the eyes and grin, fully knowing that my mouth is a wet glistening mess.
“C’mere,” he whispers and, giving me no time to react, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me into him. Our mouths touch a fraction of a second later, and I offer no resistance as he parts my lips with the tip of his tongue, sliding it inside my mouth and rolling it around his own load. Our tongues dance in an ocean of cum, and we keep on doing it for God knows how long, time just a meaningless construct.
When Austin finally pulls back, his own lips are glistening, and a few drops of cum trail down his chin. With a wicked grin on my lips, I lean into him and reach for these drops with the tip of my tongue, scooping them up softly. Locking eyes with him once again, I swallow all the cum still inside my mouth, and without a moment’s hesitation, he does the same, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his own semen makes its way down his throat.
“This was --”
“Insane,” he finishes my sentence, looking at me as if he had never seen a woman in his life.
“It was,” I whisper, and that’s when I feel the purr of the engine becoming softer. “Oh, fuck,” I say, looking out the window and realizing that we’re already outside my apartment building. Frantically looking for my thong, I pick it up from the floor and slide it up my legs; then I do the same with my bra and finish getting dressed in a hurry. Moving quickly, I grab a tissue out of my purse (it pays to be prepared) and wipe my face with it.
“This was fun,” I tell him, biting down on my lower lip as I reach for the handle of the door.
“Where are you going?” he asks me with one hard breath, reaching for me and curling his fingers around my wrist, stopping me from opening the door.
“Where do you think? I’m going home,” I tell him with a grin, fully knowing that what we just did wasn’t enough to sate his hunger.
“We’re not done,” he tells me, lowering his voice and looking at me with an expectant look. I know what he wants, and he isn’t getting it. Raising my hand, I wiggle it in front of his face, showing him the large diamond ring on my finger.
“I’m saving myself for marriage. I’m a traditional woman.”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he whispers, peeling his fingers off my hand and looking at me with an expression of disbelief. “Don’t tell me you’re a --”
“Yes, I am,” I tell him before he finishes his sentence. “No man in DC—or anywhere else for that matter—has ever fucked me.” It’s the truth, despite my assignments and operations, all of which involved seducing men, I’m still a virgin. What can I say? I just haven’t found the right man. Sure, it’s a cliché, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
“No man has ever fucked you…” he repeats, disbelief spreading to his tone of voice. Then, as if remembering something, his face lights up with a grin. “Well, no man’s ever been President at 35 either, Ashley. I’m a man who likes challenges.”
“Good. Because you’ve never had a challenge like me,” I tell him and, with that, I reach for the door and open it. Before he has the time to stop me, I step onto the sidewalk and start walking toward my apartment building’s entrance.
President Player—oh, if only the press knew exactly how much the name fits him.
Washington Beat
On A Date With The President…
From the desk of Margie Preston – our intrepid and daring political reporter.
Handcuff me to the bed and spank me till I pass out, if the President of the United States and his new fiancée didn’t just wow the entire jaded Washington establishment with their ‘date night’.
I mean, if the pictures that the press took that have been going viral all over social media today haven’t melted your heart and made you believe in the power of transcendental love then either you’re dead or just a hater of democracy. I mean we had the most powerful man in the free world holding the door open for a lady. Nuzzling her on the neck during dinner. Putting his hand on the small of her back. Holding her hand as she crossed the street. Gazing into her eyes as they make plans for forever.
How is this not affecting people? How is Senator Bob Walker still out there dismissing this President as all talk when he says he’s going to clear the cave? The President can clear my cave, that’s for damn sure. And then he can park his Python in there anytime he wants, I’ll tell you what.
If you’re rolling your eyes, allow me to explain my rather unorthodox style of commentary on this one.
I’ve seen a lot of Presidents come and go. I’ve seen them come in, do their thing, pass their laws, spin the media, play up to their bases, and then leave town. Sometimes they get along well with Congress, and sometimes Congress ends up investigating them. But never in all my days have I seen a President who comes to Washington and then does everything that he said he was going to do. And enjoys himself as he does so. Let’s not kid ourselves here, folks. President Austin Bain is having the time of his life. And now that he’s engaged, it’s clear he’s having a blast. How many other Presidents actually enjoyed the job?
Contrast this to Senator Bob Walker. I have spies in his office and you know what they told me the other day? The latest rumor going around Washington is that Ashley Draper is a virgin. As in has never had sex with any man before. But they’re covering it up and not making a big deal of it. Why?
Because if the public found out, they might be more inclined to support President Bain than they are now. And polls show that the public loves Ashley Draper and Austin Bain.
See the kind of jadedness that makes people vote for those who say this city is broken?
But look how much of a non-issue the President has made it.
And that’s important, because while we might call him President Player and what not, we’re seeing the man for the first time in the company of a woman he truly loves. And it’s telling what we see. We see a good, kind, chivalrous man. And no matter the political party, you take a strong man who has all these qualities and you make him the leader of a nation, the country can’t help but to prosper.
There is hope for us yet.
Austin
I'm sitting behind my desk in the oval office with my fingers laced behind my head, but I might as well still be sitting in the cool leather seat of my limo with Ashley nuzzled by my side.
It's like a scene playing on a continual loop in my mind. A scene I can't pause or shut off.
Her words, her smell, and her gestures—everything—it all haunts me.
If I'm being honest, the fact that Ashley's still a virgin excites me, like uncharted territory just begging to be conquered. I'm a competitive person, and now I'm determined to be her first.
It's amazing, given her line of work—the amount of men she comes in contact with. Don't you think?
She's smokin
g hot, head to toe. Her tits are some of the most perfect pair of breasts I've ever seen … and I've seen, held, licked, and sucked on a lot of tits.
How she's managed to stay a virgin is beyond all comprehension. I can't even wrap my head around it, as hard as I try to.
Now I'm trying to focus on today's meeting, but that's proving difficult.
"Do you want the good news first, or the bad news?" Tracy asks me, and I snap back to reality.
"Good, I guess," I say, although I'm not really sure that it matters at the end of the day.
"The good news is that the press has dropped the 'President Player' angle," she replies. "They love Ashley. That's definitely a good thing."
I sigh and think to myself, of course they do. What's not to love?
"But that's the only good news I'm afraid," Tracy says, looking at me with a serious gaze. When I see that gaze, I know she means business.
"And the bad news?" I ask, bracing myself for whatever Tracy is going to throw my way. At this point, I figure it must be pretty bad.
"The bad news is Bob Walker, as usual," she says, "he's trying to block you at every turn."
"No surprise," I reply, shaking my head. If that's the worst thing she tells me today, I can live with that. That guy has always been a bastard, and a thorn in my side. "What's he doing now?" I ask, although I hardly care.
"He's trying to lobby the opposition to your new jobs bill," she says.
I scoff at her comment. "Walker doesn't have the numbers. He's just blowing a bunch of hot air, and I'm not buying it."
I pause for a second. “Besides, what kind of politician doesn’t like jobs? Give me a fucking break.”