Then I pulled out of her. I had other constituents to breed. Izzy and Brianne both needed, deserved, a load of my cum to fire into their pussies. And I should give it to them. I would fuck them both so hard. I would make them erupt.
Brianne rode my dick, her big tits heaving as she bounced up and down my dick cock.
“Yes, yes, yes, Madam President!” she howled, her Southern Accent sounding so sexy. “Please, please, cum in me! I need it! I want your baby!”
How could I deny her?
I pumped my cum into Brianne’s body. The redhead’s pussy spasmed with such an intensity about me. She milked me dry while she had the biggest grin on her face. I groaned, my body buzzing in rapture as she fell back.
Jen ate out my cum from her while Lola fucked her fiancee’s pregnant pussy from behind.
Izzy needed me. She waned me to fuck her bent over my desk. “The full Oval Officer experience!” she moaned, wiggling her hips. “Breed me here! Where history is made.”
I did. I fucked her hard. I pounced her pussy, savoring how tight she still was. She gasped and moaned, my tits heaving above me. She came fast. Her pussy milked my dick with a hungry passion for my seed.
I left her dripping with my cum.
That wasn’t the end. I still had more to go. My daughters may not have my stamina, but I did. I pulled Izzy down on me, eating my cum out of her while Edwyna impaled her tight asshole on my dick. She worked herself up and down my shaft, gasping and moaning and crying out in delight.
It was incredible. It was the best way to celebrate my inauguration day.
“I hope this is a tradition!” I groaned after cumming in Edwyna’s tight asshole.
“Maybe,” Brianne said right before she engulfed my dirty cock in her hungry mouth, sucking with such a wicked delight.
As the orgy wound down, sometime after midnight, I still felt myself keyed up. I had this eager excitement still coursing through me. I sat down naked at my new desk, the leather of my comfortable seat—and it was one of the most comfortable I had ever sat in—sticking to my flushed flesh. I smiled as I ran my fingers across the English oak surface of the desk.
This was all mine.
“Danielle,” I said, I was curious about what Phillipa Lockwood said about me. I was planning my first diplomatic trip abroad next week, meeting with one of the U.S.’s closest allies. I wanted to be ready for it. “What was that about Lockwood you wanted to tell me early.”
“Hmm.” Danielle lifted her head from Brianne’s big tits. My daughter blinked blurry eyes. “Oh, right. Just a moment.”
I squirmed as she dug around in a her satchel. Then she navigated through the passed out bodies sprawled across the floor. I leaned forward in my chair, ready for my first briefing as the President of the United States.
“You’re not going to like it, Mom,” Danielle said as she handed over a tablet across my desk. “It’s going to make next week… interesting.”
I tapped the screen to start up the video, an achieved video from Sky News. I frowned.
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April 17th, 2047
“What a kinky way to celebrate your first day in office,” Amelia said, fanning her face. “Mmm, though I doubt any of us are surprised.”
“Well, I am sure the archived recordings of my oval office ‘meetings’ are all over the net,” I said. “I had no problem releasing them.”
“No, no you didn’t,” breathed Amelia. “Now, you mentioned in that story how Danielle brought up the words of Phillipa Lockwood, the then prime minister of England.”
“She’s going to be in my cabinet when we get the new government ready,” I said. “Heading up the world bank.”
“Yes, yes,” Amelia said. “But back then she didn’t have flattering things to say about you, did she?”
“Oh, no she didn’t,” I said. “I was really looking forward to my first trip to England to meet her.”
“We have a clip of her infamous words,” Amelia said. “Let’s roll it and hear Becky’s reaction.”
To be continued…