by Abby Angel
I almost try to get up again just so that I can take my thong off, but Austin solves that problem quite easily. Grabbing it with one hand, he flicks it to the side so that he can look at my wet pussy.
"There she is," he whispers, his eyes struggling between looking at my own or at my pussy.
"And it’s all yours," I whisper back at him in the same heavy tone, almost too desperate to feel his thickness buried inside my pussy once more. As I speak, I raise my hips up and, grabbing his cock with my hand, I angle it so that its tip is pointing straight at where it matters. Which, of course, means I’ve aimed it toward my pussy.
And he doesn’t mind, not at all.
"All mine," he growls, repeating my words. Then, in a short moment that seems to last for just a fraction of a second, he thrusts upward and hammers his cock into me. Arching my back, I let out a loud scream as his thickness fills me up. The moment that happens, something inside my mind simply snaps: I throw my arms over his shoulders and start riding him fast and hard, almost as if I were a porn star in one of these super expensive movies men seemingly enjoy. Although, just between me, I think that my performance beat those of a porn star. And no, I’m not bragging; I’m just saying it as I see it.
I mean, I’m riding him so hard that, only after just a short minute, beads of sweat are already pooling on my foreheads, locks of hair becoming plastered to my face. And that just makes me go even harder, the drops of sweat trickling down my back caressing me like soft kisses.
Austin grabs me by the hand as I fuck him because, yeah, I’m the one doing the fucking right now, and he keeps them there to feel the sway of my body, allowing me to keep my own rhythm.
One of his hands escapes from my ass, though, and he takes it to my right breast. He squeezes it harshly and then, letting go, he pinches my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger, unleashing a blend of painful pleasure inside my body.
"Oh, God, fuck," I let out in a torrent of words, fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I realize that I’m about to come and, just a fraction of a second later, that’s exactly what happens. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice, choking it hard, and I let out a wild moan as I come.
I feel my fluids dripping down my pussy, creamy and thick, and that just makes Austin’s cock slide more easily in and out of my pussy.
"I want you to … taste me," I breathe out, not even knowing what the hell I’m saying. But then something clicks in my brain, and I realize that I need his mouth on my pussy, and I need it this very second. Pushing my feet against the seat, I stand up over Austin; with my feet on either side of his thighs, I push my thong down my legs and simply kick it off. It flies through the air in a wide arch and lands on his desk, falling right on top of his speech notes.
"Funny," Austin says, his gaze going straight to my drenched pussy. "Because tasting that pussy is exactly what I want right now." With that, he takes both his hands to my pussy and pulls me into him. Placing one feet over the armrest, I let myself go and simply press my pussy against his face; I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my fluids all over his face while he flicks his tongue against my inner lips, scooping up the cream that’s covering my pussy right now.
Jabbing with his tongue at my insides, he licks me up furiously, devouring me in such a way that my insides seem to be on fire right now. And, not happy with it, he takes two fingers to my clit and starts rubbing on it, hell bent on making me come once more.
Placing one hand against the side of the plane for support, I then start thrusting against Austin’s mouth, enjoying the way in which he’s licking me. "Oh God, that’s so-" I start to say, but the rest of the sentence never leaves my mouth. Instead, a wild moan climbs up my throat, clawing at my tongue and exploding into the air like an omen of things to come.
I feel my pussy spasming slightly and, with a few taps of his thumb against my clit, Austin amplifies all the pleasure running through my body. Feeling my legs growing weak, I take my pussy off of his face and climb down from the seat, my knees trembling the moment my feet touch the floor.
I press my back against the wall and close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath. When I finally open them back up, Austin is already standing in front of me, his cock pulsing as if begging me for more. Reaching for him, I curl my fingers around his shaft and pull him into me; taking one step forward, he presses his body against mine and guides his lips straight to my mouth.
My eyelids droop as our lips make contact, the musky scent of my pussy crawling up my nostrils and making me feel lightheaded.
"Delicious, isn’t it?" Austin asks, that sweet grin on his face. Swear to God, I never met a man that could make feel weak in the knees with just one grin. That, of course, until I met Austin.
"Yes… but not as delicious as having you inside of me," I shoot right back at him; then, I turn on my heels fast and place my hands against the curved wall of the plane.
Facing the window, I spread my legs wide for better support; Austin comes up to me once more, closing the distance between us, and presses his body against mine, his hands sliding down the side of my body before finally stopping on my waist.
Looking out at the clear blue sky, I smile to myself and thrust my ass back, pressing my ass crack against his cock. Down below, I can see the Grand Canyon, deep valleys carved into the stone by the unseen forces of nature. And here we are, forty thousand feet up in the air, completely naked and anxious to fuck as if this was our last moment on Earth. And, truth be told, it might be. You just never know, right? Carpe Diem.
Shuddering as Austin takes his hands to my ass, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass, I sigh heavily. His fingers go all the way down and, finding the gap between my thighs, Austin starts caressing my pussy lips tenderly. Then, replacing his fingers with his cock, he takes his hands back to my waist.
"Fuck me … fuck hard," I beg him, and he doesn’t hesitate: he thrusts right away, ramming his cock into my pussy with one single thrust. My breathing grows ragged as I feel his familiar thickness inside my pussy once more, its warmness spreading to the rest of my body. I don’t know, is there anything better than having Austin’s cock inside my pussy? It’s as if instead of being made of flesh, his cock is made out of magic.
The sound of his thighs slapping my ass fill the whole room as he fucks me, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my ass cheeks. Looking for my clit with his free hand, he sends it around my waist and then presses down on my pleasure bud with one fingertip, tapping and rubbing it in a matching rhythm to that of his cock.
Allowing my head to fall forward, I press my forehead against the wall and try to keep standing up as Austin fucks, each thrust of his like a firestorm. With each passing second, my body starts growing more and more tense, and I know that I won’t be able to endure this pace for much longer. I’m either going to bend or break.
Of course, I don’t bend and I don’t break. Instead I just come my brains out, my orgasm turning into sound as it erupts from between my lips, the sound of my voice loud enough to rattle the frame of the airplane.
Sliding his cock out of me in a hurry, Austin then forces me to turn around. Taking his hands to my ass cheeks, he pulls me and into him; reacting on sheer instinct, I lace my legs around his waist and throw my arms over his shoulders.
"I can’t get enough of your pussy," Austin groans as he lowers me over his cock, the lips of my aching pussy parting to take in the whole length of his cock. Sheathing it to the hilt inside of me, he wastes no time and resumes his thrusting motion, fucking me as fast as he was doing before.
"Harder," I beg him with one simple word, but that’s all it takes. He starts pistoning into me with such a fury that, a few seconds later, beads of sweat start forming on his forehead. The muscles in his arms bulge as he holds me up, and I can’t help but look at them and feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I mean, I’m just a simple woman, and Austin is richer than God, more ripped than a cover magazine model, and he’s also smart. Oh yeah, and
he’s the President of the United States. Seriously, how did I end up here, aboard the Air Force One with the President’s twelve-inch cock buried deep inside my pussy?
Life moves in mysterious ways, I guess. Either that or God really loves me.
Derailing my train of thought, I feel my pussy cramping once more, and my eyes roll in their orbits as a violent orgasm stabs my mind through and through, its cut deep and murderous.
"OH GOD!" I scream at the top of my lungs and, even though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see a thing. My brain is too busy with trying to process the violence of this orgasm, and I guess that secondary functions (such as sight) have shut down temporarily.
"Fuck," I hear Austin’s voice cutting through that mental haze, and I feel his cock throb inside of me. Knowing that he’s about to cum, I push against his chest with my hands and take my legs from around his waist. Forcing him to put me down on the floor, I know exactly what I need to do.
Going down to my knees, my lungs working so fast they feel like they’re on fire, I reach for Austin’s cock right away. Grabbing his cock, my fingers curling around his thickness, I start stroking as fast as I can right from the start.
I flick my wrist, my hand moving up and down the length of his shaft, and I feel the first spasms running through his shaft. Soon enough he’s going to unleash an ocean upon my naked body, and you can trust me when I tell you that I’ll love every second of it. I don’t know, there’s just something about having the most perfect man on Earth giving you all of his seed and then showing that he isn’t afraid of it. Sure, it might be a weird thing to say, but I can tell you that few things are more erotic than an handsome man licking his own cum out of your pussy.
"Cum … cum for me," I whisper at him, looking up so that his gaze meets mine. I don’t know if he was just about to cum, or if my words worked on him, but as soon as I finish speaking a long rope of gooey cum jumps from the tip of his cock and hits me across the face. I don’t have any time to react; as soon as that happens, another strand of cum follows after, and then another and another.
I keep on stroking him as he cums and it seems that, with every stroke of my hand, more and more cum gushes out of his cock. Seriously, he holds so much cum inside of him that it’s almost unbelievable. It’s almost inhuman. But, feel free to call me greedy, I want all of it. And so I keep on stroking him, not stopping until his cock finally stops pulsing against the palm of my hand.
My face is completely covered with semen, so much that I can barely open my eyes. Thick ropes of it are already dripping down my neck and climbing the rising curve of my breasts, going around my nipples and then continuing down to my stomach. My body is a wet mess, and I couldn’t be any gladder that we’re aboard Air Force One, a plane with showers on board.
I think of getting up and crushing my cum-coated lips against Austin’s mouth but, perhaps reading my thoughts, he lowers himself in front of me and goes down to his knees. Reaching for me with both hands, he places them on either side of my face and, holding my head in place, he leans toward me.
My lips part by instinct and my eyelids droop; next think I know we’re kissing, cum dripping down both our chins as our tongues wrestle over an ocean of cum. The manly taste of his seed climbs up from my mouth and into my brain, making me almost delirious.
"I can’t help it," Austin whispers as he pulls back from our kiss. "I get fucking crazy whenever I’m with you," he continues, smiling as his eyes light up with amusement. "I’ve never done this kind of stuff with anyone else, you know?" he says, and I can tell that, in a way, he’s opening up to me. He’s telling me that, amidst this wickedness, lies a kind of trust he was never capable of offering to any other woman.
Unable of providing an adequate response to his admission, I simply offer him a tender smile. Not needing an answer, he simply smiles back at me and leans in again; going straight for my nipples, he wraps his lips around my right one and uses his tongue to trace its contour, making it move in fast circles around it. He then moves to my left nipple and does the same there, his tongue cleaning my skin and drying it from the cum that coats it.
When he finally has licked all of the cum from my nipples, he slides the tip of his tongue down my body, only stopping when has his lips firmly pressed against my clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he laps at it with his tongue, drawing a long purr out of my lips.
"I wish we could stay here forever," I tell him, running my fingers through his hair as he finally takes his mouth off of my pussy.
"Me too," he simply breathes out, but I don’t need him to say anything else. His two words were truthful, and that’s all I need from him.
Moving slowly, as if his body weighs a ton, Austin then sinks down onto his seat. Bending over, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward him; I sit on his lap again and we remain like that for a long time, enjoying the silence as we both gaze out the window, the eternal valleys and ridges of the Grand Canyon coming into existence underneath us.
It’s almost ironic when you think of it; rocks are almost eternal in their insignificance, but the moments that really matter are as ephemeral as a passing breeze. Perhaps the trick is in not wanting to become a stone, but in learning how to enjoy the breeze.
As for me, I’m enjoying this breeze.
More than just that, I’m loving it.
Austin
The crowd is going wild. A sea of clapping hands erupts across the audience.
It feels good to come out here and accomplish what I set out to do, and it hasn't been easy. This crowd was a tough nut to crack.
"What's the biggest challenge for you, as President, when it comes to realizing this jobs bill?" one constituent asks. "Can you shed some light on that for all of us?"
"Sure, good question," I reply. "I believe the challenge will be in prioritizing the right infrastructure projects that are going to propel jobs, and the economy. And I've thought a lot about this and have worked with a lot of different infrastructure, so I believe I have a plan in place that will do just that."
"Mr. President," another man says, standing up from his seat, "And what about the private sector?" He must be in his 70s, and looks like a retired businessman.
"Another great question," I smile. "The private sector is ready to invest in these projects—all of them—right now. And who wouldn't want that?"
I hear more clapping now, and a woman stands up, a microphone clutched in her hands.
"Will these infrastructure projects really create jobs, just as your bill is proposing?" she asks.
"Yes, absolutely," I say. "But it won't be easy. History has taught us that nothing worth fighting for is ever easy. But this bill will create jobs not just for today, but for future generations as well because this infrastructure will need maintenance—long-term operation. And of course that means more jobs, for us, and for our children."
The clapping continues, and I'm on a roll.
I raise my hands to quiet the crowd and continue, ""But Bob Walker opposes this bill."
I hear some booing and hissing ripple through the audience. The energy immediately changes into something dark and brooding, like a storm cloud looming on the horizon.
"I urge each and every one of you to let Walker know how you feel! In fact, I suggest you do it now," I say, giving the audience both his direct phone number and email address. I figure now's as good a time as any. I watch as people scribble this information on scraps of paper, or input it directly into their cell phones.
Some are even dialing him in their seats, not willing to waste another minute, and the trend catches on like wildfire. Phones are starting to ring and people are calling Walker on the spot. They're flooding his phone line, and jamming his inbox.
I realize that I'm finally able to sell people on my vision for the whole country, and it feels good. This is what I've always wanted.
And to top it off, I'm winning over Bob Walker's hometown crowd.
I'm being honest with them. I'm delivering the facts to them. I'm giving them the
truth. Nothing is sugarcoated.
And because of that, it's a sweet victory.
"So remember," I say, wrapping everything up in a nice, neat package, "for the biggest gains, believe in Austin Bain!"
People are on their feet now, clapping and smiling, and loving it. They can see that I truly care about the future of this country, and I couldn't be happier. In fact, I'm feeling lighter than a helium balloon.
A chant erupts, "Four more years! Four more years! Four more years!"
Victory. Sweet victory.
I walk off of the stage, and look for Tracy and Ashley. I immediately see them waiting for me in the wings.
"Nice job," Ashley smiles, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a tight hug.
"Yeah, you really won that tough crowd over," Tracy agrees.
"So, good news," Ashley beams. "The school tour was a success!"
"That's great," I smile, giving her another hug. "Tell me all about it."
"Well, I really connected with both the parents and the teachers. It all felt so natural," Ashley says. She's so happy that she's glowing. "And the last I looked, both social media and the press are reacting favorably."
Tracy pulls out her phone and scans through her Twitter feed. "The hashtag #GainWithBain is trending nation wide," she smiles. "Listen to some of these tweets. One man tweeted, 'What r u waiting for? MOVE. We need jobs NOW #GainWithBain.' And here's another one: 'Keep speaking the truth. Thank you Mr. President #GainWithBain.'"
"Sounds like you've really made a positive impression," Ashley winks at me.
"I can say the same about you," I reply with a grin.
Tracy looks up at us both and says, "You two make a great team—that's for sure, but I'm still worried about antagonizing Bob Walker. He's not going to be happy about all of this. In fact, I can picture him staring red-faced at the headlines."
"I'm not worried about Walker," I say. "I've always told you that man was full of steam. Nothing more."
"I'm not so sure, Austin," Tracy says. "You shouldn't underestimate him. He still has a very large pool of supporters that we can't ignore. I mean it."
