Executive Engagement: A Boardroom to Bedroom Fake Fiancee Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Whoa, ladies, hang on.” I break up the conversation like I do every week. “We all know it’s not about the size.”

  Layla just looks at me, deadpan. “And you’d know this because…?”

  I grin and wink at the camera. “I’m just saying. It takes a lot more than a big cock to satisfy a woman.”

  “I’ll agree with you there,” Layla says, giving me a heated look that has the audience getting all riled up again. They fucking love us together. Our chemistry on camera is off the charts. I don’t think it’s too much to say that we’re the main reason they tune in to our show week after week.

  “Fine,” Layla continues, “I’ll ask a different question. Which of the men was the most sexually satisfying?”

  “Now we’re getting somewhere,” I say, getting ready to dig in to what I’m best at—helping the women of this world learn how to get what they need. Well, I take that back. It’s what I’m second best at. Because we all know that despite Toby’s staggering success on A Cunning Linguist, I still reign supreme as the king of cunnilingus.

  Wink.

  The guest of the week takes us back through her sexcapades of the past few days, not holding back. She gives us all the dirty deets.

  That’s what we do here on The O Connection. It’s like A Cunning Linguist meets The Bachelor. The featured guest goes on three dates with three different men; Layla and I evaluate her experiences on fire and help her choose which one is her very own perfect sexual match.

  Genius, am I right?

  By the time the hour-long segment is over, our guest has found her match and we bring him out for the audience to see. It’s fun. And we’re helping the people of this world have better sex. Noble aspirations, to be sure.

  Once I left the old show, I came up with this idea—with Layla’s help, of course. She just wasn’t satisfied anymore with her job at the FCC. Her research into my show inspired her and she wanted to help women out too. So that’s what we do now.

  After tonight’s filming wraps, I grab Layla and pull her back into the dark hallway behind the sound stage. These shows always get me so hot for her. Watching her tell the guest how to liberate themselves sexually and take what they want is a total turn on.

  “You were so fucking hot tonight,” I tell her as I press her up against a wall and slide my hand under her dress.

  Fucking drenched.

  Just like always.

  Layla moans into my shoulder as I tease her clit. “Fuck, Jake. I couldn’t wait to get off that stage and get you inside me.”

  I’m not the only one who gets hot and bothered during the show. My girl is like a live wire afterwards. Every fucking time.

  In seconds, she’s coming hard all over my hand. “That’s one,” I say with a smirk, pushing two fingers inside her wet heat. “Ready for number two? I’m feeling a bit like an overachiever tonight, babe. What do you say we go for ten?”

  She mumbles something incoherent—she's well on her way to number two, you know—but I’m taking it as a yes. “That’s my girl.”

  This life I have? It’s pretty much perfect.

  Red & Blue

  A MFM Romance

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Liam

  THWACK!

  I swear to fucking God that’s the sound that gets made when I slap Naomi’s plump, round ass. It sounds so lewd, so profane that I fucking love it.

  Naomi moans and everything I said about lewd and profane is just multiplied by a factor of one hundred.

  She’s a nasty woman, in a good fucking way. The kind that sticks her hand down your pants and starts massaging your cock in public. The kind that gives the wet, sloppy blowjobs that you need to clean up with a mop afterwards.

  "Oh, Liam, that feels so good!" Naomi moans again, jutting her ass back against me and shucking herself against my tree trunk of a cock that’s going in and out of her like a fucking piston.

  That’s right. I’m fucking the shit out of her doggie style. Not what you expected America’s youngest Mayor to be doing at the World Mayor’s Day conference in Paris, did you?

  And, no, I’m not going to mimic the sounds that are happening when my cock is diving into her pussy. The slurping, sucking, slapping sounds that are coming from the two of us as my monster cock ravages this poor heiress’ pussy.

  That’s right. Heiress. Scion of the Boltiador family fortune. You’ve heard of them, right? They control nearly all the fucking gold mines in the Philippines and the copper mines in Indonesia. Not just that, but the fucking oil wells off the cost of Singapore and the coal mines in Australia.

  So what right? That’s probably what you’re wondering. What does an heiress’s family business have to do with me fucking her?

  "Oh baby … oh baby … oh ba … ughh!" Naomi groans loudly as my cock brushes up against a delicate cluster of nerve endings inside of her, pushing her over the edge. Her lithe body trembles in my hands and I feel her knees give way. I can feel the walls of her pussy spasm and tighten against my cock. She’s cumming. Hard.

  I’m not that far away from cumming myself. But before I spew obscene gallons of cum into this Trojan, let me go ahead and introduce myself to those of you who haven’t seen my chiseled face and deep icy blue eyes on the cover of Time Magazine and Newsweek. My name is Liam Jeffries.

  If you just did a double take darlin’ that’s okay. Yes, I am that that Liam Jeffries. The motherfucking bad boy Mayor. America’s Youngest Mayor at 32 years old. Heartthrob of millions of women around the world who see me with my fucking ripped body – my cut pecs and my 8-pack abs. That same self-made billionaire who talked his way into Harvard University even though he came from dirt-poor backgrounds. The 6’ 3" wet dream that you have every time you see me on the news. That’s mainly because the news reporters love covering me. You should see the female reporters drool every time they interview me. And they try to find any excuse to talk to me. We’re installing a new stoplight in New Kingston—that’s the city I manage—and they’ll come to my office for an exclusive. Cat got stuck in a tree—they need to do a breaking news sit down. They're all hoping for some one-on-one time to get my rugged face on their show. And once the cameras stop rolling, if they’re female, they get on their fucking knees. They hike up their prim and proper skirts or throw off their pantsuits and moan, and start polishing my knob. They moan like a slut as they impale themselves on my monster fuck stick.

  Just how big are we talking about, Liam, you’re probably asking. You’ve heard the rumors. You’ve seen the hour-long special on Access Hollywood and Extra. I think they called the show something like Liam’s Legend.

  Well, it’s no fucking legend, I can tell you that. It’s fucking 12 inches of cock that swings between my legs. That’s right. Once you go Liam, you’re in a whole new world, baby.

  But if you think I’m bragging, then you’re absolutely fucking right, I am. Don’t like it? Think I’m a cocky fucking asshole? Well, guess what baby? I completely agree with you 100%.

  Don't get me wrong. I’m not being cocky just to be an asshole. Although that would be fun. But I got good cause to act like I own the fucking world. I came from absolutely nothing. We used to fucking live on one meal a day. My parents made sure we went to school so we would get the free lunches we were so fucking poor. I grew up in the Andrews Estate in New York City. Toughest fucking place to grow up, out of the entire city. Located smack dab in the South Bronx, I had absolutely nothing.

  And now I strut the world like a fucking colossus. Because I am.


  "You like that, darlin’?" I ask Naomi and she’s biting her lip as I thrust one last time before pulling out.

  Naomi doesn't waste any time as she gets on her knees and takes my cock with both hands. She knows what I like. She’s heard the stories before. From the Hollywood starlets I’ve banged who still want to get in on the action. The models. The pop stars. The porn stars that swore up and down that if I ever entered the industry they would only work with me.

  Before I know it, Naomi has taken off my condom and is jerking my pole with one hand as she starts massaging my balls with another and using her tongue to stimulate the underside of my tip. Jesus fuck. This dark-haired heiress is going to make me cum.

  She’s not the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, but I’ve seen so many that it doesn’t matter to me anymore. At least that’s what I’m starting to believe. Naomi doesn’t even have a tight pussy. You can tell all of those evenings getting fucked in Cannes and then Park City and Monaco are starting to take their fucking toll on her.

  I feel a shudder travel up my spine.

  "I just felt your balls tighten," she tells me, looking up at me and giving me a slutty smile.

  She’s good, I guess. But I gotta tell you, I’m not really completely here in the moment with her. A lot of sex with a lot of women, all of who compliment you on your fucking Apollo-esque body, your two arms covered in tattoos, and your monstrous cock, will leave you with a crazy detachment from the act of sex itself. This woman means nothing to me.

  That’s not to say that when she wriggles her tongue on the base of my shaft and brings it up and wraps her lips around my tips and begins to suck that I don’t feel anything. Fuck, I feel enough to push me over the edge.

  "Fuck," I groan loudly and feel my body go. This is it. An arc of electricity paralyzes me as it shoots from my loins and seizes my muscles in my body and I feel my cum racing out. I see my cock explode a moment later.

  Thick, long, gooey ropes of cum blast out of my slit and they make a mess on Naomi that I can tell will need a fucking beach towel to clean up.

  The first shot hits her square in the forehead. It literally splatters. She angles my cock slightly down and the second shot hits her cheek and nose. The third sails into her open mouth and lands on her tongue, but it starts rolling out and dribbling off her tongue and onto her chin and her smallish tits. The fifth and sixth shots hit her chin and neck.

  Fuck, just watching this woman coat her body with my cum is enough to get my cock twitching again. I’m still dribbling the last spurts and Naomi wastes no time, swallowing what’s left in her mouth and wrapping her lips around my tip, sucking again.

  She tries her best to empty me out, and after several swallows, finally lets my cock free with a loud popping noise.

  She starts scooping up the cum that's running in rivulets down her body as she looks at me with wanton eyes of unbridled lust.

  "I think Mr. Mayor," she coos, "That if you can help me get cleaned up and get my clothes back on so we can look somewhat presentable at the rest of the conference, that I can guarantee those factory jobs in New Kingston."

  "That’s the entire refining and semiconductor operations that you’ll set up there, right? No fucking tax breaks—just a property tax abatement?" I ask, making sure about our deal.

  She nods at me happily, her eyes glazed over as she takes my body in. My muscles are twitching and my cock is still at half-mast, which really only means it's shrunk to 11 inches.

  "We can announce in an hour … if I get cleaned up in time."

  You remember when I asked you if you were wondering what I was doing at this World Mayor Conference? What I hoped to get by coming here?

  That’s what I came for. To seduce and get 10,000 good paying manufacturing jobs to come to my city. Each job is a union job, which means fucking benefits and at least $50,000 salary with paid vacation and sick time.

  In hindsight, this was a walk in the fucking park. I could have probably bargained with her for a few weeks and gotten this. But I fucked her instead and got what I wanted. It was a fun distraction to whatever those boring old geezers are talking about right now.

  I mean, I’m just letting you know how I fucking roll, baby. It’s going to get a lot hotter from here on in, so either take those panties off now, or maybe get a free pair ready. Maybe also get BOB all set and make sure he’s got the batteries to last, because I’m thinking you’re gonna need it soon. I don’t lie about shit like this, not when it involves my glistening body. Not when it deals with the tattoos on my massive, muscular body—tattoos that were crafted by the most gifted artists the world over. Because this body is going to make you cum. Either it’s going to get you hot, or you're going to jump your significant other after you’re done reading about me, or if even that doesn’t happen then I fucking swear to God I’m going to come out of the screen and stand in front of you. Naked. Ready to bone.

  After all, who wouldn't want to fuck me?

  "10,000 jobs," I say to myself. Not a bad day’s work, I think you’ll agree.

  "If…" Naomi says with a smile, getting up on her feet, and gesturing to her naked body. "And only if you can find me a towel."

  Good thing I brought one. Always come fucking prepared.

  I meant what I said above. Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you, darlin’.

  New York Daily Journal

  New Kingston Mayor: Jobs to ‘CUM BACK!’ to town

  From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.

  As Mayor of New York City, I have a unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…

  In a move that is now emblematic of the new Mayor, Liam Jeffries held a press conference today where he criticized the owners of the Pik-A-Part Factory that will be closing its doors in less than a month.

  The factory will be moving its operations to Shanghai, China, and removing approximately 2,500 jobs from the local economy.

  "It’s motherfuckers like this that are destroying this country," the Mayor said in a live televised address that was delayed by five seconds to clear up some of the Mayor’s saltier words. "They think they’re really screwing this town because we wouldn't lower their local taxes so they’re taking their fucking jobs. But I have a surprise for those assholes."

  It is standard practice now for local television studios to film the Mayor and apply a language filter that will drown out certain words that many have complained about. However, this newspaper believes in printing the exact words as they were spoken, and undertakes no such censorship.

  In a further move that truly surprised all local pundits, the Mayor then went on to announce a partnership with Boltiador Global Industries that would bring a total of 10,000 jobs to the local New Kingston economy as well as jump start many areas of growth that had remained stagnant in the last decade.

  Mayor Liam Jeffries is the youngest mayor to hold an office in the history of the nation. He campaigned on a policy of helping and taking care of the blue collar workers that he says "built this country."

  A product of Harvard University, he nevertheless casts a contemptuous eye to his Ivy League brethren, calling them, "castrated pansies who don't have a pair of balls between them." Instead, the mayor has championed the causes of the working class, campaigning and governing on a platform of being a regular, everyday man.

  The Mayor’s antics are not without critics who complain that he cheapens and sullies the sanctity of his office and who call on him to strike a more mayoral and dignified approach to conducting affairs.

  "Having 10,000 jobs come to the town is great, but if it means it's because the whole world is laughing at us because they know about how he treated that poor woman in Paris, then maybe that wasn’t the best way to go about bringing them over," said AJ Reynolds, who had unsuccessfully ran against Mayor Jeffries in the last election.

  Mr. Reynolds refers to allegations of sexual impropriety at the World Mayor’s Conference in Paris, France. The impropriety allegedly occurred in the dealings between Ma
yor Jeffries and Naomi Boltiador, heir to the Boltiador family fortune. Both parties have denied any sort of wrongdoing, while the Mayor took time to address questions regarding the allegations during his press conference.

  When asked whether the allegations were true, he shrugged. "It sounds like the only people who have a problem with it are the ones who are jealous that I got to bang some hot as fuck pussy, while they sat there sucking on their Vienna sausages," he replied.

  However, despite the unorthodox manner in which Mayor Jeffries has conducted himself, his approval ratings have climbed steadily throughout his first term in office and the addition of 10,000 jobs makes many observers believe that they will only climb despite the attempts of his many enemies. Indeed, from the way his plan was presented, it invariably begs the question as to how the town will react to this bad boy mayor as more jobs from the Boltiador deal begin pouring in.

  But before there is any real celebration, observers warn that the jobs may never come in the first place. That’s because of recently passed environmental laws that are seen by many to be the signature legislation of Governor Carter Andrews, the Democratic governor.

  The New York State Clean Air and Water Act would raise standards on emissions as well as increasingly regulate and place pollution controls. These would be sufficient to not allow the Boltiador factories from being built in the first place. When asked to comment on this possibility, Liam Jeffries was nonchalant as he commented, "If the Governor wants to sit there and tell me that 10,000 jobs can’t come to my town because of some law to protect some owls or shit, I’ll bring them anyways and just tell him to go fuck himself."

  It remains to be seen what the Governor’s response will be.

  Carter