She sucks Carlos

He reached across the desk for the folder, thrusting his crotch into her face. He heard a yelp of surprise, her head bumping against the bottom of the table.

He smirked. "Oops, sorry, Bella."

He open the crisp manilla envelope, taking out the first sheet. It was a list of accounts, the details of the bank transactions, the dates, and the amounts. He scanned through the page, looking for the most recent deposit. He found it, a sizable sum of cash deposited just a few weeks earlier.

"I'm not going to start until my cock is out of my pants and in your pretty little mouth, Bella. And I don't have all day, so let's hurry it up."

"Just shut up and read," Isabella snapped, her cheeks flushing.

She reached out with trembling hands, undoing his belt. The zipper was next, her hand pulling apart and slipping inside his trousers. Her fingers brushed against his erection through the cotton of his boxers, and her heart skipped a beat.

She could feel the heat, the throbbing of his cock. Her mouth watered, and she bit her lip. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. His erection sprang free, bouncing up and down, the tip glistening with precum.

She couldn't help but stare. He was bigger than she had expected, his thick shaft curving upwards. Thick blue veins snaked along the length, pulsing with his heartbeat.

Carlos reached down, wrapping his fingers around Isabella's long black hair.

"Impressive, isn't it? I've been waiting for this moment, Bella. To see your pretty face, on your knees, about to suck my cock. Thinking you are better than me, too good for stupid little Carlos, only to become my bitch. My little slut."

Isabella's heart was pounding, her cheeks flushed with shame.

"Just read the fucking papers, Carlos," she muttered.

Carlos smirked. "Yes, Presidente. Whatever you say."

He let go of her hair, and she leaned in, her face inches away from his throbbing member. The smell was intoxicating, his musky scent filling her nostrils.

She was mesmerised, her world dissolved into the thick, pulsing shaft in front of her.

She reached out, her fingers curling around the base of his cock. His skin was hot and soft, and she could feel the blood pumping beneath the surface.

She slowly stroked his length, her grip tightening. He moaned softly, his hips bucking into her hand.

She leaned in closer, her tongue flicking out and tasting his salty precum. She swirled her tongue around the tip, savouring the taste.

"Oh, fuck," Carlos moaned. "I can't be your first, can I, Bella?"

Isabella ignored him, letting her tongue trace down the length of his shaft. Her lips followed, peppering the skin with gentle kisses. She worked her way down, towards the base of the cock. She paused, looking up at him.

"I'm not continuing until I hear those numbers, Carlos."

Carlos groaned, turning his eyes back to the papers. He **** himself to focus and read off the list, the words jumbling in his head. He barely knew what he was saying, his concentration completely shattered by the soft, warm lips now working their way back up his shaft.

"$125,000 to... uh... to the, uh, the Belgian account... on 14th September."

He gasped, feeling her lips reach the tip.

"Fuck, yes, Bella," he groaned.

He looked down, watching her lick his length like an ice cream cone. She lapped at the sensitive underside, her tongue swirling around the head.

"Oh, God, that's good. Keep going, Bella," he moaned.

"$175,000 to the... the Swiss account... on 10th August," he read, his voice shaking.

Her hands gripped his shaft, stroking his length, now slick with her spit. He shuddered, his toes curling.

"$2,000,000 to the American account on 5th August."

"$1,500,000 again on the same day..." he moaned.

Isabella's ears pricked up. The numbers were starting to build up. Almost $4 million, and she hadn't even begun sucking his cock. She couldn't help but feel a bit turned on, despite herself. She felt like the highest paid whore in the world.

"Keep going, Carlos. Don't stop now," she said, her voice a whisper. She took the tip into her mouth, her tongue teasing the sensitive slit.

Carlos's hips bucked, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth. She gagged, but quickly regained her composure. She sucked in, her cheeks hollowing, forming an airtight vacumn around the tip of his cock.

Carlos moaned, his head rolling back. His fingers gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white.

"Oh, God, Bella, that feels amazing," he gasped.

Isabella smiled around his cock, her lips stretching out to accomadate his girth. She felt him throb, the thick vein running along the length pulsing against her tongue.

Carlos struggled to focus on the words in front of him, his mind foggy with pleasure. He blinked, his eyes burning. He could feel the sweat dripping down his forehead, his heart pounding in his chest.

With great difficulty, he resumed reading out the numbers, going back to the start of the year. With each number, Isabella worked further down his shaft, her lips and hands sliding up and down. Her saliva dripped down, coating his cock and balls. His cock never left her mouth, and her hands roamed to his boxers, cupping his balls. She squeezed gently, feeling his heavy sack, and his eyes rolled back.

"Oh, God, yes, Bella, keep going," he moaned.

The more Carlos moaned, the more Isabella wanted to take his dick, and her pace increased. She slurped, her head bobbing up and down, her lips gliding across his shaft.

Finally, Carlos reached the end of the paper. Isabella had lost track of the total, but it was a substantial sum.

"That's... that's the last one for this year," he gasped, his voice strained.

Isabella's hands gripped his thighs, her fingernails scratching the tender skin. She felt him tense, his hips bucking into her face. She pulled back, his cock leaving her mouth with a wet pop.

"What do you mean, this year?" she asked, juices dripping down her chin and her lipstick smeared.

"That was the transactions for this year, Bella. It goes back for almost 15 years, beginning since your father came into power. If you want, I can keep reading them out."

"How much?"

Carlos' smirk grew wider.

"A bit more than 3 billion US dollars. In total."