“She’s eager for my cum!” I moaned.
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
“She’s going to get such a huge mouthful! I’m going to work with the Judicial and Legislative Branches of our government to get results like these!”
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
Justice Robert stared at me with her motherly, brown eyes. They brimmed with emotion as she sucked so hard. She worked her mouth up and down, pleasing me, driving me wild. I groaned, my breasts rising and falling in my silk blouse, my nipples tingling. Her fingers teased my labia.
Every one of the justice’s sucks brought me closer and closer to erupting into her mouth. She was such a sexy MILF. Her tongue danced around my dick while her fingers explored my folds. She teased me, making my depths clench.
Then she thrust her fingers into me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Oh, she’s bringing me closer and closer to erupting.”
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
My pussy squeezed down on her probing digits while her mouth sucked and slurped on my cock. She made such naughty, obscene sounds. I loved them. My eyes rolled back in my head. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart thundering in my chest. I didn’t want this to stop. I wanted her to keep pleasing me. To keep driving me wild.
I would spurt my jizz into her mouth. I would drown her with so much of my cum. Her fingers curled inside of me. She sucked harder at my girl-dick, her eyes squeezing shut. I gasped as she brushed my G-spot with her digits.
Her eyes shot open. She attacked my bundle of nerves.
“What a naughty judge!” I howled. “Oh, America, she’s found my G-spot!”
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
“I’m going to cum! I can’t take it. It feels so good! She’s sending rapture flooding through me.”
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
“Yes!”
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
My pussy convulsed. The rapture shooting from my G-spot shot straight to my ovaries. They electrified them in the depths of my snatch. I groaned, my girl-dick throbbing. Then my cum fired from them, spurting into the justice’s mouth.
Ecstasy slammed into my mind. It fired from the tip of my cock and washed out of my convulsing pussy. She gulped down my cum while her fingers kept massaging my G-spot. I heaved and shuddered, my tits bouncing in my bra.
“Oh, my god, you’re an amazing justice!” I howled.
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
“Drink all my cum! Such an American patriot!”
“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”
My orgasm peaked. I fired the last of the cum out of my girl-dick. The rapture consumed me. It left me dazed and reeling. I shuddered, riding high on not just my orgasmic bliss, but the adoration of my followers, and the knowledge I was now the President of the United States.
I could change the fate of the world. Build something better.
I would.
Everything blurred after that. I gave a speech while deflowering a virgin intern. I rode on a parade, waving at the crowds lining the streets of Washington D.C. waving American flags and flashing their lovely titties at me.
More speeches. Interviews. I felt more like a prize show dog being trotted around than the most powerful futa in the world. It was dizzying, bewildering, but still amazing. I drank it in. I didn’t want it to end.
So many people crying my name. So many people wanting to love me. I could feel the passion and affection of the entire country, the world, focused on me. I promised them again and again how I would unite everything. How I would make peace in the world.
“Through joy, not violence. Through passion, not anger,” I said time and time again. And I meant it.
Finally, I was brought the White House. My new home for the next four years, and maybe eight. It was such an incredible sight to witness, it’s pristine outside lit up by the spotlights, driving back the January night.
“We did it, Mom,” Lola squealed. The first futa-daughter I ever conceived, born to the first woman I ever screwed, had organized all of this. With Rebecca, the second daughter I’d ever conceived, Lola had formed the futanari party. She’d gathered her friends, a mix of normal girls and other futa-daughters she knew to create this movement.
I was unaware of it until I found out I was their nominee. That was back when I floated through life. It had barely been five months since then, and I was a changed person. I found a purpose once more. A mission that would transform the world and give my life meaning that all the sex I had over the last nineteen years couldn’t provide.
“Ugh, I can’t believe that the Prime Minister of England would say that,” said Leah, my daughter with Professor Rider. Leah was my press secretary. She gave an angry toss of her strawberry-blonde hair.
“What?” I asked.
“Nope,” Bethany, my morale manager, said. It was her job to keep my spirits up and find entertainment. She worked closely with another daughter, Danielle, to find interns, preferably virgins, for me to enjoy. “No more politics.”
“But—” Leah started to say.
“Is it an emergency?” Bethany asked, arching an eyebrow. “A national catastrophe?”
Leah shook her head.
“Okay, no politics.” Bethany smiled at me. “Because, Mom, I have arranged a party for us. Something for all of us to enjoy and celebrate this night. Whatever Phillipa Lockwood said can wait for tomorrow.”
“A party?” I asked.
“An orgy?” groaned Danielle. She took after her mother, Dona, always ready to have fun.
“Yep!” Bethany said, clapping her hands together. She had such a wicked grin on her face.
Jen giggled. She wasn’t one of my daughters, but one of my interns. She was also engaged to Lola. The pair made a cute couple. They were young and in love, just like I was with Kurt before everything changed and I grew my futa-dick. Her stomach was round with her pregnancy. She was nearly five months along, looking so sexy with her baby bump.
“I could use a party,” Christina said, pushing up her glasses. “It’s been a long day. I can’t think any more.”
“Yep, put that phone away and stop analyzing the press coverage of the inauguration,” Bethany said. “We are on a media blackout. Unless World War III is happening, we are having fun.”
My armored limo stopped before the White House. A man in a white suit, every one of the staff who worked in the White House were all navy personnel, opened the door. “Madam President.”
I smiled and nodded at him as I sipped out. There were discreet guards lurking in the shadows around the entrance, Secret Service agents looking so tough and intimidating. There were more around, along with marines and more all dedicated to protecting little old me.
But who would want to hurt me? The world loved me.
Even husband loved me when I was breeding their wives.
I strolled into the White House, shuddering at the history around me. As tired as I was, I couldn’t help but gawk at the rich furniture and the works of art hanging on the walls. Paintings and busts and tapestries abounded. I shivered as we moved into the West Wing. I smiled as I trod on the rich, blue carpeting that lead to the most famous office in the world.
The door gave it away. It was oddly shaped, too big for a normal door. Bethany darted forward and opened it up onto the curving sweep of the Oval Office. I shivered as I stepped inside, my heart trembling at this momentous occasion.