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But you’re not on birth control! the voice in my head screamed. You never touch clients in that way, so you’re not even on the pill. But I knew that tonight was different. This alpha was so compelling that I couldn’t resist him, not with the way that powerful male body beckoned to me.
So with an appreciative glance at his dripping cock, I licked my lips lasciviously while toying with the edges of my g-string.
“You ready for this, big guy?” I asked breathily. “You ready for some action?”
He growled, sparks shooting from those eyes.
“Sure am, sweetheart,” came his strangled reply. “Let it fly and let me see.”
And with a small mewl, I wiggled out of the g-string, slowly smoothing the material over my thighs and down my calves, before stepping out of them entirely. Oh god. It was embarrassing, but a long line of pussy cum connected the crotch of the g-string to my cunt, evidence of my desire. With a tantalizing finger, I reached down and broke the string, letting the sticky goop wrap around my digit before raising it to my mouth.
“Mmm,” was my delighted purr. “Tastes good.”
He growled in return, eyes never leaving my form.
“Fuck you’re wet,” was all the president said. “Fuck yeah.”
Oh, but I was more than wet, and I wanted to show him. So spinning on my heels, I bent over and spread my legs, revealing everything from clit to back hole.
“You like what you see?” I murmured, p
eering at him from over one shoulder. “It’s a full-service view.”
Never mind that my words didn’t exactly make sense. Because Thomas’s hand at his cock started moving furiously, wet sucking sounds filling the room as he rubbed his shaft.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned deliriously, just about to explode. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”
But I wasn’t gonna let him blow right onto the carpet. By my estimation, he was close already. Maybe even a little too close. So abandoning my plans of doing a little more dancing, I backed up to him until I was sitting in his lap, my back to his chest.
“Oh,” came my breathy murmur as his hand reached around to stroke my clit. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
But again, Thomas was too close. I could feel his hard member rigid and aroused against the small of my back, already leaking furiously with pre-cum. So levering myself up a little, I reached between my legs and gripped that member, guiding it into my cunt.
“Ohhh fuck,” came his harsh growl in my ear. “Oh fuck yeah. Sit on it, baby. Yeah, that’s what I need.”
And with a mewl, it happened. It was hard, for sure. His member was so big and aroused that I couldn’t get it in myself at first. The head was caught in my hole and yet I couldn’t work myself down.
“You’re too big,” was my breathless gasp, stuck there with only an inch of him in my pussy. “Oh god!”
“Relax, sweetheart,” he rasped into my ear. “I’m big but you’ll stretch, baby girl. Your pussy’s elastic and it can handle the big ones. Just breathe.”
And with that, I tried, I really did. My eyes squeezed shut as I focused on where our bodies met while trying to move my hips down more. Fortunately, Thomas is an old hand at helping girls slide down his dick, and one big fist slid around my waist before reaching between my thighs to rub along the bottom of my clit.
“Eeee!” I squealed, electric shocks running through my cunt. “Oh unnh, that feels good.”
“Yeah, you just squirted in my hand,” he panted into my ear. “Plus, fuck honey, your juices are running down my dick, there’s just so much.”
And with that, the slide began. It was still difficult, even in my aroused state. Because the president has a donkey dong and I squealed and slipped, writhing as my pussy strained.
“Oooh, aiee!” I shrieked again. “This is gonna rip me apart!”
“No it won’t,” he breathed in my ear, his voice insistent. “Just relax sweetheart.”
And with one final delicious rub against my clit, he was in. As in balls-deep, all the way in. I mewled again, loving the tight fit and how he filled me up. And slowly, we began to move in the dance of love, the President gripping my hips as I bucked and moaned, that big shaft sliding in and out of my wet cunt.
“Oh yeah,” I panted, squeezing him tight with my internal muscles. “Oh god, yeah.”
He was just as close to the edge.
