Matt
Teresa and I have been living the dream. I fuck her two or three times a day, losing myself in that delicious body, savoring her generous curves, coming in her puss, her mouth, her ass again and again. And she loves it too. I can tell by the way she bucks against my hand, begging for my cock, letting me touch her and use her any which way I please.
And she seems to have lost that sensitivity towards oral sex. Like I said, I’m a pussy guy and there ain’t nothing that can keep me from my target. So I’m proud to say that the girl has lost all hesitation in that department, squirting in my mouth daily, letting me drink her fluids, savoring that tangy she-flavor. I even videotaped it once, that beautiful spray from her twat literally spurting ten inches into the air as I tried to drink from it like a geyser.
But to be honest, she still holds back sometimes. When I’m fucking her, all is well, she loses it, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, her body open to me, allowing me to plunder, to take, to punish. And I’ve never felt so connected to anyone, such a deep, forceful bond, the intensity making me heady, dizzy sometimes, like I’m going to spiral into some unknown dimension. But inevitably, Teresa’s eyes cloud afterwards, her private thoughts a Pandora’s box.
Shaking myself, I chalked it up to the sex. Yeah, that was it. I’d never had such satisfaction before, the physicality overwhelming. It was so mind-blowing that even I needed some time to regroup, to re-assess where we were going in this charade.
But truth be told, it goes beyond that. Because she’s been amazing as my girlfriend, my public partner on the campaign trail.
“Mr. Sterling, do you foresee anything holding you back as you campaign for mayor?” a reporter had asked.
“No, nothing,” I said with utter confidence. “I have deep knowledge and understanding of the issues that trouble our city and you have my absolute assurance that Teresa and I will do whatever it takes to address them.”
I caught myself. Teresa and I? I’d only hired her for three months, which time was almost up. But no worries, I’d pay her more, or even better, extend the contract by re-negotiating a better deal … for me and for her.
So I was relatively upbeat as we got ready to go to campaign headquarters. Voting had taken place today and the early results showed me in the lead. I already had an acceptance speech in my breast pocket, one that I’d make upon being crowned king. Mayor Sterling. Sounds fucking awesome, doesn’t it?
But I was momentarily distracted by the sight of Teresa changing in our bedroom. She was so sexy even going about the most ordinary activities, although I guess fancy lingerie is never mundane on her bod. I watched in awe as she slipped off her day outfit to reveal a pink thong, her haunches gleaming and smooth, the tip of her breast just visible in silhouette.
Almost as if reading my mind, she spun and smiled at me wickedly. Ah, the girl I adore. The one with the mind as dirty as mine, rutting in the gutter, the slut who I rode to heaven multiple times daily, whose juices were constantly on my dick now, coating me, covering me in her smells, her taste, her touch.
And I fucking loved it. I love when a girl is a porn star, baring her twat, letting me pound her, pounding me back for all she was worth. Like I said … I’m going to re-negotiate this deal asap, this wasn’t the last she’d seen of me.
So I watched with silent reverence as she turned to slip on a blue sheath dress, something totally appropriate for my acceptance speech. She’d been perfect on the campaign trail and I knew tonight would be no exception. She’d project the perfect persona as the hot, and yet smart and down-to-earth girlfriend, the voice of reason to my billionaire image. I knew voters liked me … but they loved Teresa.
With a jubilant step I made my way to the car, my arm around her waist.
“Mr. Sterling, Mr. Sterling,” a photographer called. “Just one photo!”
And to oblige, I pulled Teresa into my embrace, the perfect couple as the cameraman took a couple snapshots. I nuzzled her hair fondly.
“You look beautiful darlin’,” I complimented, inhaling that faintly spicy scent that was one hundred percent her.
And damn if she didn’t melt a little, shooting me that special smile, her ruby red lips parting to reveal those tiny, perfect teeth. How I loved to see those teeth scraping against my cock, making each vein bulge with arousal, pulsing, eager to spill in her mouth.
But we were headed to headquarters with people waiting, not a second to lose. I gallantly showed her into the backseat and then settled in beside her.
“Darlin’,” I rumbled, putting a hand on her knee. “I hope you’re having a good time.”
Her eyes met mine, and they were troubled for an instant before the clouds cleared.
“Of course,” she murmured. “The best.”
And I congratulated myself again … because there was a ring in my pocket at that very moment with Teresa’s name on it.