The World’s First Futa 11 – Futa’s Wild Presidency Chapter 1: Futa’s First Presidential Delight by mypenname3000
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Becky, the world’s first president, celebrates her ascendancy with an orgy thrown by her futa-daughters!
The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wild Presidency
Chapter One: Futa’s First Presidential Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2018
April 17th, 2047
“Final segment,” Adelia said, squirming. “Then I am taking you and your beautiful wife to dinner and then back to my place.” She grinned. “How does that sound?”
“Like a lovely evening,” I said, glancing at Sharron hovering just off-stage, her hands grasping her pregnant belly. I arched an eyebrow in question.
Her blue eyes sparkled as she nodded her head.
“Well, the wife agrees,” I said. “It sounds like a great way to end my forty-eighth birthday.”
Adelia laughed. “Even a futa needs to have her wife’s permission before making plans, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said, squirming. I stared out at the studio audience. Over three hours, and they were all still eager for this. I could feel them quivering out there, wanting my clit-dick, so envious that Adelia was interviewing me.
The caramel-skinned talk show host stretched for a moment as the producer called out, “Thirty seconds.”
“Here we go,” Adelia said. “Ooh, I could use a massage, too. Maybe I’ll order one. I know this great place. Cute girls.”
She winked at me.
“Happy ending included?” I asked.
“Of course.” She frowned. “Should we talk about you signing the Prostitution Act into law?”
“I think we should focus on the creation of the united world government. I have some fun diplomatic stories. That bill, well, it was easy to pass. Glory Olson and Henry Millner got some great bi-partisan support behind it.”
She laughed. “You made one your slut and cuckolded the other to win the presidency. I’m not surprised they became your allies.”
“That’s what I do,” I said. “I bring people together.”
“And we’re live in five, four, three,” the producer said before mouthing, “two, one.”
The red lights on the cameras came on.
“Thank you for sticking around and watching all of our interview with President Becky Woodward,” Adelia said. “If you missed the earlier part, the video will be free to watch on the streaming platform of your choice. We have one last segment to dive into Becky’s unique diplomatic strategy.”
I smiled at the camera, my blonde hair shifting about my shoulders. “That is the best way to put it. Though I prefer naughty.”
Adelia’s rich laugh echoed around me. “Mmm, it’s definitely that.” She patted my thighs, sending a wave of heat up my leg to my girl-dick. “But first, let’s talk about that day you became president. Your inauguration day. The first futa president.”
A smile grew on my lips. “It was a blur, to be honest. There was the rally and the parade. I really only remember catches of it.”
“Like the surreal moment of your swearing in?” she asked.
“Yep, right after my vice president was sworn in, it was my turn.”
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January 20th, 2037
“I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States,” I recited at noon, my term officially beginning. My hand rested on the Lincoln bible, feeling the weight of history of the man who kept America whole.
My daughter Christina picked it out. She was my analyst. Good at figuring out the right things to say or the right acts to do to resonate with the voters. I had won the election by a landslide. 73% of the popular vote, 100% of the electoral college.
Now I was the Forty-Eighth President of the United States.
Justice Meredith Ridley smiled as she pulled the bible away, handing it off to an aide. The National Mall exploded in cheers as I stood before the Lincoln Memorial. They were crowded around the Reflecting Pool to watch me, stretching out to behind the Washington Monument thrusting up like a massive cock into the sky. A big, phallic obelisk thrusting into the capital’s air.
I liked it.
“Madam President,” Justice Ridley said, a smoky look crossing her smooth cheeks. She wore her black robes, the youngest woman sitting on the Supreme Court. “May I…?” She arched her eyebrows, her eyes flicking down at my tight, gray pencil skirt, my cock bulging the front.
“You naughty judge,” I said as tens of thousands cheered me on. “Of course you can.”
My speech could wait. My followers knew what I was like.
With my new secret service protection detail around me, I hiked up my skirt. The cameras were recording this, streaming it out across the internet. All the major sites were carrying it live: Twitch, YouTube, iTunes, Disney, Hulu, Xfinity, and Netflix. I bet there were thousands of small commentators all speaking over the various feeds, discussing what I was doing.
I loved it.
Justice Ridley fell to her knees, the mature beauty staring up at me, her curly, brown hair tumbling about that motherly face. She tugged down my red-white-and blue panties—also Christina’s idea—and groaned as my futa-cock plopped out, thick and hard. Bigger than any man’s shaft.
“Ooh, my, yes,” she moaned. I had already bred Justice Ridley a few months ago when I met her, but just because she wasn’t in hyper-ovulation, didn’t mean she wasn’t horny for my girl-dick.
The Supreme Court Justice sucked the tip of my dick into my mouth. I groaned, knowing speakers carried my passion out to the watching crowd and to the country, to the world, watching the streaming broadcast.
“Mmm, she’s making quiet the oral argument,” I moaned.
A secret service agent gave me a smile. A big, burly man utterly immune to the lusts I inflamed in women.
I winked at him then shuddered as Justice Ridley bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down my cock. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy clenched, my juices building and building in me.
I smiled, loving this delight. My heart pounded in my chest. It was amazing. My heart thundered. It beat with such a rapid thud-thud. I squirmed, my head shaking from side to side as I loved this pleasure surging through me.
“Oh, America, Justice Ridley is loving my dick. Mmm, she’s got a good technique and…” A big smile crossed my lips. “She’s using her fingers. She’s stroking my pussy lips. Just teasing me.”
The crowd cheered louder, screaming my name.
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
What an intoxicating sound to hear when having my cock sucked by a Supreme Court Justice.
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
I was the President of the United States. The leader of the free world. I would unite them, bring everyone together, just the same away I was bringing Justice Ridley and myself together. My futa-dick throbbed in her warm mouth. I was so eager for all the naughty diplomacy I would conduct.
My head swayed from side to side. My eyes fluttered as the justice stirred such pleasure in my cock. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Juices dribbled down my thighs as her fingers stroked up and down my labia. That wonderful, sweet musk filled my nose. The scent of my own arousal.