Lady Gamiani – 3
Lady Gamiani – Scene 3: A Naughty Encounter at the President’s Gala
The night was young and the stars twinkled brightly overhead, casting a silvery glow upon the opulent ballroom of the President’s Gala. Amidst the sea of elegant gowns, dripping diamonds and polished shoes clicked the heel of an arched foot, belong to one such lady, Lady Amanda Gamiani.
Amanda was a sight to behold, her raven hair piled high atop her head, exposing the slender column of her neck. Her gown, a shimmering crimson number, hugged her every curve like a lover’s embrace. As she made her way through the crowd, Conversai head turned, in awe of her beauty and grace.
Suddenly, from the shadows, a tall, broad-shouldered man emerged and caught Amanda’s hand. She spun around to face him, a coy smile playing upon her lips. “Ah, President Dalet,” she purred, her voice dripping with honey. “How delightful to see you again.”
President Dalet’s eyes raked over her, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. “My dear Lady Gamiani,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You look absolutely ravishing this evening.”
Amanda felt a shiver run down her spine at the hunger in his gaze. Without a word, she allowed him to guide her towards a private alcove, hidden from prying eyes.
As soon as they were secluded, Dalet grabbed Amanda and pushed her up against the wall, his mouth crashing down upon hers in a passionate kiss. Amanda moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his hair as she arched her body into his.
Dalet’s hands roamed over her curves, palming her breasts through the thin fabric of her gown. Amanda gasped as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
“I want you,” Dalet growled, his voice thick with desire. “I need to have you, right here, right now.”
Amanda’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as she nodded, her eyes dark with lust. “Yes,” she whimpered, raking her nails down his back. “Take me, President Dalet. I’m yours.”
With a low growl, Dalet hiked up Amanda’s skirts and tore away her delicate undergarments. Amanda cried out as he thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them along her slick walls.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” Amanda panted, grinding her hips against his hand. “More, I need more.”
Dalet obliged, pumping his fingers in and out of her while his thumb circled her sensitive clit. Amanda’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes closing in bliss as the pleasure built within her.
Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, Dalet withdrew his fingers and stepped back, a wicked grin on his face. Amanda whimpered at the loss, opening her eyes to see him slowly unbuttoning his suit pants.
Her eyes widened as his hard, thick cock sprang free, bobbing heavily between his legs. “Oh, yes,” Amanda breathed, licking her lips. “Give it to me, President Dalet.”
Dalet grabbed Amanda’s hips and lifted her up, slamming her back against the wall as he thrust his cock deep inside her wet heat. Amanda cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move.
The force of his thrusts rattled the wall, but Amanda was beyond caring. All she could focus on was the delicious stretch of his cock filling her, the slap of skin against skin as he pounded into her.
“Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” Amanda demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist. Dalet complied, his hips snapping forward as he drove his cock deeper and deeper inside her.
Amanda felt her orgasm building, her toes curling as the pressure within her reached a fever pitch. With a guttural moan, she came, her pussy clenching around Dalet’s cock as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
As Amanda’s orgasm subsided, Dalet’s hips stuttered, and with a harsh groan, he spilled his seed deep inside her, painting her walls with his hot cum.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, Dalet’s sweat-slicked body pressed against Amanda’s as they caught their breath. Finally, Dalet lowered Amanda to the floor, tucking himself back into his pants.
Amanda straightened her gown, patting her hair back into place with shaking hands. As they stepped back into the ballroom, they were greeted by a chorus of shocked gasps and scandalized whispers, but Amanda merely smiled, a satisfied smirk playing upon her lips.
For she had won. She had seduced the President of the United States, right under the nose of his wife and his constituents. And if she had anything to do with it, it wouldn’t be the last time.
As the night wore on and the other guests slowly filed out of the ballroom, Amanda and Dalet remained, stealing sly glances and heated looks across the room. They knew it was only a matter of time before they could sneak away and indulge in their naughty affair once more. And Amanda couldn’t wait.
For she was Lady Gamiani, and she always got what she wanted. And right now, what she wanted was President Dalet’s cock, buried deep inside her tight, willing body.
The end.||
