Fuck Me In The Ass And Call Me Obama


It was a cold winter night and the snow had piled up high around the streets in the city. The night was still and dark, but the street was alive with people walking to and from the various brothels and escort services. One particular person caught my eye, a tall and leanly muscled man with a shaved head and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a long wool coat, with a black and white striped scarf tied around his neck. He had a kind of confidence about him that made my heart race as I watched him from across the street.

I followed him as he made his way to the corner of the street where a tall brownstone building sat. He entered and I followed him in, my heart beating faster and faster as I walked up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, I could hear the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from one of the rooms.

He was already inside, standing in the doorway of one of the rooms. He was talking to someone and his face lit up when he noticed me standing behind him. He motioned for me to come closer and when I did, he grabbed me in a passionate embrace and kissed me. His kisses were hot and passionate, sending shivers down my spine and a fire through my veins.

He moved his hands down my body, caressing and exploring every inch of my curves and curves, before finally reaching my ass. He cupped it with his hands, kneading and massaging as he continued to kiss me. The pleasure was intense and I felt my pussy become wet with anticipation.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes before whispering two words that I would never forget: “Fuck me.”

I felt all of my inhibitions melting away and I instantly knew that I was in for the most intense sexual experience of my life. I eagerly removed my clothes and stepped in front of him. His eyes moved hungrily from my face to my breasts and down to my pussy, as he began to trace circles around my nipples with his fingertips. He finally stopped and looked deeply into my eyes, before pushing his way inside me.

He began to move inside me, slowly at first and then increasing in intensity as he drove in deeper and deeper. His hands moved from my breasts to my waist, gripping tightly as he pounded into me faster and faster. I could barely keep up with him, my moans and cries echoing through the room. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as I felt an orgasm rolling over me and as it crested, I heard him utter those two words again: “Fuck me.”

The intensity was incredible and I begged him to let me cum again. He plunged into me one last time before pushing back and pulling out. He quickly flipped me onto my back and started thrusting into me from behind. His face was tight with pleasure as he drove into me and I could feel my orgasm building to an explosive climax.

As I finally reached orgasm, I heard him gasp and he called out my name: “Obama!” I felt my entire body trembling with pleasure and as I finally lay still, I felt his body relax and he pulled out.

We lay together for a few moments afterwards, content and sated with our experience. We finally got dressed and as we exited the room, I heard him mutter under his breath, “Damn, that was one hell of a fuck.”