But right now, there was only one client and I took a deep breath, trying to center myself even as I moved in time to the music. Calm, came the voice in my head. Just because he’s our country’s commander-in-chief doesn’t mean he’s any different from a normal man. That was true. I needed to do what I did best, so I closed my eyes and focused on the music, letting the beat take over.
Running my hands through the curls draped over my back, I swung around so that my back was to the man before reaching behind and slowly, unsnapping my bra. Oh yeah. The lacey fabric almost popped free, my ta-tas wanted to be out. And slowly, I slid the material down my arms before dropping the brassiere to the floor.
“You wanna see, big guy?” I teased, looking over my shoulder slyly while still swaying my hips. “You want the goods?
Thomas didn’t even reply. Instead, one hand crept down to his waistband, popping the button on his pants. Oh good. He was into it and I smirked a bit before swinging around to face him and dropping my hands.
And shit, but my boobs practically exploded in his face then, they were so huge and luscious.
“Fuck baby,” he groaned, now stroking the massive pole at his waist. “Fuck yeah, sweetheart.”
I tittered a little although my heart had started racing. Because oh my god, his shaft was huge. And I mean, extra-extra large. Who knew that our president was packing? They usually say that powerful men have small wieners, but definitely not in this case.
And the more I looked at him, the more my pussy ran. Because the man was gorgeous, hands down. Those eyes shot pure blue fire, roaming all over my curves, as his chest and abs hardened with lust. Plus I just couldn’t ignore the missile between his hands. It was locked, loaded, and ready to fire, and I couldn’t wait to get a taste.
But you’re not on birth control! the voice in my head screamed. You never touch clients in that way, so you’re not even on the pill. But I knew that tonight was different. This alpha was so compelling that I couldn’t resist him, not with the way that powerful male body beckoned to me.
So with an appreciative glance at his dripping cock, I licked my lips lasciviously while toying with the edges of my g-string.
“You ready for this, big guy?” I asked breathily. “You ready for some action?”
He growled, sparks shooting from those eyes.
“Sure am, sweetheart,” came his strangled reply. “Let it fly and let me see.”
And with a small mewl, I wiggled out of the g-string, slowly smoothing the material over my thighs and down my calves, before stepping out of them entirely. Oh god. It was embarrassing, but a long line of pussy cum connected the crotch of the g-string to my cunt, evidence of my desire. With a tantalizing finger, I reached down and broke the string, letting the sticky goop wrap around my digit before raising it to my mouth.
“Mmm,” was my delighted purr. “Tastes good.”
He growled in return, eyes never leaving my form.
“Fuck you’re wet,” was all the president said. “Fuck yeah.”
Oh, but I was more than wet, and I wanted to show him. So spinning on my heels, I bent over and spread my legs, revealing everything from clit to back hole.
“You like what you see?” I murmured, peering at him from over one shoulder. “It’s a full-service view.”
Never mind that my words didn’t exactly make sense. Because Thomas’s hand at his cock started moving furiously, wet sucking sounds filling the room as he rubbed his shaft.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned deliriously, just about to explode. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”
But I wasn’t gonna let him blow right onto the carpet. By my estimation, he was close already. Maybe even a little too close. So abandoning my plans of doing a little more dancing, I backed up to him until I was sitting in his lap, my back to his chest.
“Oh,” came my breathy murmur as his hand reached around to stroke my clit. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
But again, Thomas was too close. I could feel his hard member rigid and aroused against the small of my back, already leaking furiously with pre-cum. So levering myself up a little, I reached between my legs and gripped that member, guiding it into my cunt.
“Ohhh fuck,” came his harsh growl in my ear. “Oh fuck yeah. Sit on it, baby. Yeah, that’s what I need.”
And with a mewl, it happened. It was hard, for sure. His member was so big and aroused that I couldn’t get it in myself at first. The head was caught in my hole and yet I couldn’t work myself down.
“You’re too big,” was my breathless gasp, stuck there with only an inch of him in my pussy. “Oh god!”
“Relax, sweetheart,” he rasped into my ear. “I’m big but you’ll stretch, baby girl. Your pussy’s elastic and it can handle the big ones. Just breathe.”
And with that, I tried, I really did. My eyes squeezed shut as I focused on where our bodies met while trying to move my hips down more. Fortunately, Thomas is an old hand at helping girls slide down his dick, and one big fist slid around my waist before reaching between my thighs to rub along the bottom of my clit.
“Eeee!” I squealed, electric shocks running through my cunt. “Oh unnh, that feels good.”
“Yeah, you just squirted in my hand,” he panted into my ear. “Plus, fuck honey, your juices are running down my dick, there’s just so much.”
And with that, the slide began. It was still difficult, even in my aroused state. Because the president has a donkey dong and I squealed and slipped, writhing as my pussy strained.
“Oooh, aiee!” I shrieked again. “This is gonna rip me apart!”
“No it won’t,” he breathed in my ear, his voice insistent. “Just relax sweetheart.”
And with one final delicious rub against my clit, he was in. As in balls-deep, all the way in. I mewled again, loving the tight fit and how he filled me up. And slowly, we began to move in the dance of love, the President gripping my hips as I bucked and moaned, that big shaft sliding in and out of my wet cunt.
“Oh yeah,” I panted, squeezing him tight with my internal muscles. “Oh god, yeah.”
He was just as close to the edge.
“Fuck baby,” came that harsh growl in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
And with one last powerful thrust, we both burst. Thomas pushed me down onto his cock, the huge member impaling me every which way, and I screamed with ecstasy, bursting around the hard member.
“Unnnh!” was my delighted gasp, pussy convulsing in a series of tremors. “Oh god!”
The dark man gave it up as well. His dick twitched once inside me before ejaculating, hot ropes of cum blasting my interior walls.
“FUCK,” the man growled. “Aw shit.”
But the thing is that Thomas is quick. Because he pulled me off in the middle of one great spurt and pushed me down so that my ass pointed his way. And then moving quickly, that penis was directed to my back hole, and the man began blasting into my bottom.
“Unnh!” I cried in surprise even as my pussy continued to contract. “What? Why?”
But it felt good nonetheless, that hot cream filling me up every which way. Because Thomas was so virile, powerful, and manly … and I’d take him any way I could get.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Thomas
Oh fuck, what have I done? Because I never actually come in the girls’ pussies. You can’t be too careful these days. The Secret Service does the background check, and sure, the females are clean. But there wasn’t time to ascertain whether or not Susie was on the pill, so I resolved to have some consensual fun without actually coming in her sweetest spot.
But that’s the thing. I underestimated the beautiful brunette because once she got naked and started showing me her holes, I couldn’t resist. I had to have her, and fuck! But she felt so good. That pussy was insanely tight, and I could barely get my cock into that tiny twat. But once I was in, there was no stopping, no way, no how. I pumped that beautiful body up and down my shaft, balls high and tight and ready to shoot.
And shoot I did. The first spray came and I blasted the beautiful female as she moaned luxuriously, her cunt flexing and spasming while sucking my sperm deep inside. But oh shit! This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. So moving quickly, I pulled her off my dick before pushing down on the small of her back so that her anus was available.
And no, this wasn’t some deep backdoor action with no prep. Instead, I just put the tip of my penis right at her rim and let myself go there. Because that’s always my out. If I lose control, I can blast into their bottoms, and it’s no sweat. No one’s getting pregnant, and both parties are safe.
Except with Susie, it didn’t exactly turn out that way. After we were done, she sat up once more, her skin moist and glistening, big boobs still heaving with pleasure.
“Mmm,” she murmured, shooting a sly smile over one shoulder. “That was good.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” I rumbled, lightly tapping her anus with my spent dick. A couple more drops fell out and I swear, but the deep brown sucked it in, desperate for my man milk.
And Susie did me one better. Leaning forwards again, she balanced her shoulders on my knees while reaching back to part her buttocks.
“See?” she said coyly. “I have you dripping from both holes now.”
And fuck, but it was true. Creamy white jizz oozed from both her ass and her vag, and shit, but all I wanted to do was to lick it up. I wanted to eat her cream pies, tasting where my sperm had been. But that’s the thing. Time was almost up. Her two hours was just about done, and I needed to get the girl ready to go. So reluctantly, I stroked her back door a bit, rubbing her pleats as the girl’s eyes dropped shut once more, a moan escaping her lips.
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry, but it’s time to go. You ready?”
Of course she wasn’t. The female was nude except for a pair of stilettos, creaming and moaning in my lap as I massaged her anus. But that’s the thing about professionals. They know when the session’s over, and slowly, she levered herself up, body still flushed and trembling.
“I’m ready,” Susie breathed. “Just give me a sec.”
And within two minutes, the girl was wrapped up in her trench coat once more, those creamy curves covered. It was a shame. I’ve known a couple of working girls, and Susie was by far the best. She had tight holes, not to mention a particularly slutty way about her that made my balls ache. But again, business is business, so I patted her bottom while pressing a kiss to one flushed cheek.
“I’ll see you again, yeah?” was my low rumble. “Stay tuned, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”
And with that, the girl was gone in a flash, my apartment restored to its normal state except for the cum stain on the couch and the sense of overwhelming satisfaction pouring through my body. Oh yeah, she’d helped me relax and I’ll pay good money for that kind of stuff. But the thing is that Susie is a dancer, so what kind of future lay before us? Probably nothing, to be honest. The American people would never accept a woman who took off her clothes for a living as my girlfriend, much less my wife. So I resolved to put the curvy woman out of my mind. Except that despite my best efforts, she’s still here with me … ruling my dreams each night with that sweet smile and low, throaty laugh.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susie
I wasn’t sure what to think, to be honest. I looked down at the magazine in my hands with Thomas’s face on the cover. Will He or Won’t He? the title read. Behind President Burke’s decision to face off with China in the trade wars …
And those words pretty much summed up the difference between us. Because he was the Commander-in-Chief, the captain of a trillion dollar economy. He was making decisions that impacted international politics, relations, and economies, not to mention a bevy of domestic disputes ranging from economic inequality to the rise and dominance of tech giants. So what the hell was I doing? And what did I have to offer?
The sad truth was nothing. I’m just a librarian at a small alternative school in New York, in charge of getting things shelved exactly right. I didn’t even have a fancy title like “VP of Acquisitions” or “Assistant VP of Circulation.” I was just plain old staff.
Even more to the point, I moonlighted as a feature dancer at the Pink Flamingo, which again, isn’t exactly the cream of the crop when it comes to gentlemen’s clubs. So it was kind of like pairing Zeus with a lowly serf from Ancient Greece. We couldn’t even be compared. Thomas Burke was the king of the heavens, whereas I was just a nobody, nameless and faceless making my way among the crowd.
And yet, our encounter had been amazing. We’d made love yes, but there was also talk that was at once humorous and witty.
“So what’s up with your stage name?” he’d asked, relaxing in the aftermath of our physical session. A smile quirked those lips as he took another sip of whiskey. “Don’t most girls have stage names like Candy and Tigresse?”
I blushed a little.
“Yeah, Pearl was kind of a last-minute thing,” I admitted. “I didn’t know what to say when they asked me my stage name, so I blurted out pearl because I was wearing a pearl bracelet. It’s lame, I know,” came my blush.
But the Commander-in-Chief didn’t think it was dumb. He merely stroked my boobie again, watching with satisfaction as the nipple pebbled.
“Pearl’s a beautiful name,” he growled in my ear as I sat in his lap. “But what’s with your last name? Evanescence? That’s damn hard to spell and wouldn’t something short and sweet be the way to go?”
This one was harder to explain.
“It would, but I wanted something to set me apart. So many girls have names like Nikki Sexxx or Jane May to keep things easy. I wanted something different, that no one would copy. Not that anyone would copy me,” came my hurried words. “But I thought that “Evanescence” was nice.”
He nodded thoughtfully, just thinking.
“Is there a reason for Evanescence in particular?” he asked. “I mean, are you expecting something to disappear?”
I swallowed before shooting him a weak smile.
“I guess I just didn’t want to fade,” was my quiet admission. “Evanescence means something that’s soon going to vanish, fade, or disappear, and I didn’t want that to be me. So I chose this as my last name.”
He grinned at me.
“I love human nature because sweetheart, you actually want the opposite meaning,” he drawled. “Something like Pearl Forever or Pearl Concrete.”
“Oh you,” I squealed, swatting him lightly with a small palm. “But yes, I guess so. I want to have some staying power, you know? I mean, I never meant to be a dancer. I never meant to take off my clothes in front of men. It just so happened that I was desperate for money to pay my rent, and one thing led to another. And pretty soon, I was the feature act on Tuesday nights, and now … well, you know how it turned out.”
The President was silent for a moment, holding my curvy form close as we relaxed on the couch.
“Yeah, I get it,” he growled finally. “Believe it or not, it was never my dream to be president either. It was something that I decided to do on a whim. You know my real job is my real estate empire, and I kind of decided to run just to throw cake in the establishment’s face.”
I nodded.
“Yes, I heard,” were my quiet words. “Do you regret it? I mean, who would regret being President?” was my quick qualifier. But I couldn’t resist, because this was a question that had piqued the nation’s curiosity. “But do you, sir?” I asked with searching eyes. “Do you regret becoming President?”
And he was quiet for a moment because it’s a tough question to answer. On the one hand, he held all the power in the world. Every door was open to him, from secret meetings in the Seychelles to above-board conferences with the Pope. But the question I’d asked was different. Did he enjoy it? Was this what he anticipated? And even more important, did he wish things had turned out differently?
Thomas sighed, eyes off in the distance.
“I’m not sure, pretty girl,” w
as his slow answer. “You know, I never expected to win,” he said with a wry grin. “I figured it was publicity for my real estate empire, a way to get my name into the national consciousness without too much advertising. But things just caught steam. I hit a vein with the American electorate, and a lot of people liked what I was saying. So one thing led to another, and believe you me, sweetheart, I was just as surprised as anyone when they declared the winner on election night.”
I scrunched my brow at him.
“Yeah, it was a little strange, wasn’t it?” I asked quietly. “Every poll had you down by at least twenty points, but I remember looking up the results at around eleven fifty-five and you were ahead. So you weren’t expecting that, either?”
His expression was faraway, but then he turned to look at me, blue eyes filled with something unreadable.
“Nope, I believed the polls too. My win was a shock because who knew that the papers and the supposed “experts” could be so far off? If you ask me, there are a lot of folks in that business who deserve to lose their jobs. But hey, what happened is what happened, and I, more than anyone else, believe in the United States. I want to make this nation great once more, and to raise us up from the mire that’s trapped us underneath layers of discord.”
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