CHAPTER FIVE
Bridget
Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. Robert from the website is actually Robert Carter, President of the United States, Commander in Chief, and leader of the free world. The most powerful man on the planet in fact. I could hardly breathe at first but in a weird way, it made sense.
Because President Carter can’t get out there like a normal man. He’s constantly under the spotlight with the press, paparazzi, and even mere citizens hounding him for policy changes in this or that. So I can understand the need for discretion, although creating your own escort company from scratch seems pretty crazy. But then again, who am I to say? This man has untold resources at his disposal, and anything is possible with a snap of his fingers.
I took a deep breath. Keep calm, Bridget, the voice in my head spoke. Robert’s the president but he’s also godawful gorgeous.
Because it was true. Most politicians look like sacks of flour dressed in floppy suits, but President Carter was something else altogether. The man was a full six four, with a commanding presence, his big body muscled and powerful. Plus, there were those cerulean eyes and the flashing white smile. They read well on camera, and I could now attest that in person, they were even more irresistible.
Of course, the voice in my head chided. Robert Carter got fifty million people to vote for him in the last election. This guy is pure magic, not to mention the pride of the Democratic party.
I gulped. Because it was true. President Carter was often referred to as a “natural,” a “master politician,” and “the ultimate catch.” The last one was from various women’s magazines who’ve named him “Most Eligible Bachelor” multiple times. In fact, I’d been in charge of the poll at the Star Gazette which had polled readers on who was the “Hottest Man Alive.” Of course, Robert won by a huge margin. It wasn’t even close.
I gulped again because what did I have to offer someone so gorgeous and desirable? But lo and behold, here we were now, and I wanted to make the most of it. Maybe we’d only have this one time together, but I wanted to feel those hands on me … and another part of him in me to be specific.
“So what’s next?” I whispered, lifting my eyes to his. The blue gaze seized mine, darkening to a deep cobalt. “Where do we go from here?”
A lazy grin crept over his face, the air suddenly crackling with electricity. But his next words took me by surprise.
“Well, if you’re okay with it, sweetheart, I’d love to hear your opinion on the Second Amendment.”
I gaped.
“I-I’m sorry?” I stammered. “What was that again?” I’ve always been so terrible with the Bill of Rights, and Civics was my worst subject in school. So I flushed with shame, stammering out an apology. “What was the Second Amendment about?”
He grinned.
“The right to carry arms. Do Americans have that right or is gun control necessary?”
Oh shit. The truth is that I’ve never even thought about this subject. Sure, I scan the newspaper for headlines and sometimes read an article about this or that. But an in-depth discussion about the right to carry arms? I was out of my league with this one.
I smiled weakly.
“Um sure, I think people should have that ability,” I said in a small voice. “I know there’s a lot more than that, but I need some time to read up.”
The President grinned lazily, still swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
“What do you think about bump stocks? Or large-scale automatic weapons for that matter?” he drawled. “The kind that can fire hundreds of rounds at once.”
I gulped again. To be honest, I had no idea what a bump stock was.
“It’s okay?” I said with a question at the end of the sentence. “I’m all for arming yourself,” was my reply. Oh god, the words sounded so dumb coming from my mouth but what could I do? After all, this wasn’t exactly my area of expertise. I’m not someone who knows the details about current events because most of the time when I should be reading the Wall Street Journal or something else similarly educational, I’m actually reading a celebrity magazine. Sue me.
But to my surprise, Robert wasn’t turned off by my obvious ignorance. Instead, he shifted a bit in the club chair and my mouth dropped open then. Because suddenly, I saw what he’d been hiding with the angle of his body and it made my insides go hot and loose, pussy moistening with anticipation.
Because Robert had the biggest bump stock of all. His cock was a massive monster, so huge that the ridge wrapped around his waist like an enormous anaconda. My fingers itched to touch it and I raised wide eyes to his.
“Mr. President,” was my breathless gasp. “Is that what I think it is? Is that a bump stock?”
He smirked a little before leaning back, blue eyes drawing me like a magnet.
“Sure is sweetheart. Why don’t you come and try your hand at some large firearms? Come on, you might like it.”
Like a dazed woman, I rose to my feet and crossed the space between us, sinking to my knees on the carpet in front of him.
“That’s it,” he growled, blue eyes blazing. “Come on sweetheart, pet it a little. Get your hands on the goodness.”
I reached over and grazed the ridge with my hand. Oh god, it was so hard and hot, even through the fabric of his pants. And as I watched, a wet spot appeared at his crotch, evidence of his virility.
“Fuck,” Robert hissed, head falling back for a moment as I squeezed that hard ridge. But then his eyes opened again, pinning me with a hot gaze. “Take it out, sweetheart. Feel it a little. Pump it for fun. See what it’s like to handle one of the big ones that fires fast and hard.”
My mouth went dry even as my fingers fumbled with his zip. Because oh god, was this really happening? Was I on my knees before the President of the United States, ready to fondle his monster? All I knew was that the ache in my pussy was growing in leaps and bounds as I readied myself for further filth.
Because oh god, when that cock popped out, I knew I had to have it. Gorgeous and veiny, the deep pink throbbed with heat, a big vein going up the underside. And without thinking, I did it. I leaned forwards and lightly tongued that vein, running from base up to tip, savoring the taste of this man.
“Unnnh fuck,” grunted Robert, eyes closing as his hips jerked. “Shit that feels good.”
But I wanted more.
“Can I suck it?” was my breathless mewl. “I want to sample you.”
His eyes flipped open then, the blue seizing mine.
“Suck all you want, sweetheart. I’ve got plenty to give.”
And with that, I was on it. I licked his balls lightly, breathing in deeply of his man musk before trailing my tongue up the hard pole once more and taking the tip in my mouth. His shaft spurted a little then, filling my mouth with a burst of semen and making me choke unexpectedly.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered while licking my lips. “I didn’t mean to. It was really good.”
One big hand reached downwards to stroke through my curls before cradling my head tenderly.
“Do what feels good to you, Bridget,” he rasped. “And don’t worry about wasting any liquid because I’ve got plenty where that came from. Just keep it going, sweetheart, because I need you bad.”
And with that, I bent my head and began tasting and sucking and licking for all I was worth. Because his cock was amazing, huge and hard under my mouth, and yet soft at once. I pushed my tongue into the slit at the top as far as it could go, stretching the skin across the top of his shaft before delving down and sucking his balls once more and rolling them around in my mouth like the most delicious candy.
“Yeah, like that,” he rasped. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
But Robert wasn’t going to let me have all the fun. After another small spurt of semen burst in my mouth, he pulled back, his cock reappearing from between my lips, the shaft wet and glistening.
“Oh yeah,” he grunted. “Fuck yeah. Come and kiss me, honey.”
And with that, the big man shifted so that suddenly, I was cradled in his arms, my boobs smashed against that hard chest as he devoured my mouth. Oh god, it was so good and our liplock was incredible. I melted against him, our connection intimate yet dirty at once, his tongue sweeping into mouth as if he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck you’re sexy,” he breathed. “Shit yeah.”
And suddenly, the big man’s hand was beneath my dress, fumbling at my panties.
“Let me,” I breathed, wriggling a bit to help. But it was too late because with a rrrip! my lingerie was torn right off, his fist reappearing with a scrap of lace dangling limply from his hand.
“No need,” he rasped, nuzzling my cheek. “Because I can’t wait sweetheart.”
And with that, his hand skimmed over my pussy, stroking the damp folds before pinching my clit once.
“Eee!” was my squeal as fluid rushed from between my legs. “Unnh!”
“That’s right,” he rasped, rubbing the bottom of my nub while holding my folds apart to see the bright pink insides that glistened. “You like that don’t you?”
I couldn’t answer because it was just too dirty. Here I was with the President of the United States, cradled in his lap as he spread my pussy lips, looking within. And now Robert was lightly tickling my hole, edging just the tip of his finger in.
“Oh yes,” I breathed, wriggling my hips to try and get him further inside. “Right there, yes.”
The dark man indulged me a bit. He pushed his finger in about half an inch and it felt so good that my pussy gushed more, drenching his digit.
“Fuck you’re wet,” he rasped. “But that’s good because I’m gonna make you feel really good now.”
I was ready. He didn’t have to push his entire hand inside, nor did he have to play with my clit anymore. I’d juiced so much that the insides of my thighs were smeared with nectar, my folds puffy and ready to be fucked.
“Yes, please,” I breathed in his ear, spreading my thighs wide so that even more of the pink showed. “Right here. Now, Robert.”
And the big man did the honors then. He lifted me so that I was facing him, while slowly guiding that massive cock towards my aching cunt.
“Oh yeah,” he growled, eyes seizing mine as that tip nudged my hole. “Fuck yeah.”
And with that, the man pushed inside. I screamed, throwing my head back as my pussy absorbed inch after inch of fat cock. Because holding the monster in my hand was one thing but actually getting it stuffed into my twat was another. It was so huge that I could hardly breathe, the tip almost reaching to my throat.
“Ohhhh,” my mewl came again as my breasts bobbled. “Oh yeah.”
Robert lifted one hand to free my boobs from their restraint, the gigantic orbs bouncing free, nips pink and hard.
“Yes,” he rasped, bending his head for a taste as he fucked my pussy down below. “Fuck yeah.”
I gasped, tilting my head back as jolts of ecstasy ran from my cunt to my nipples. It was wonderful and as he dicked me deep, I screamed again, ready to give it up. But Robert wasn’t done yet. He has tricks up his sleeve, and the man wanted to make the most of our two hours together. Because as my twat pulsed, already beginning to snap and clamp, he lifted me up, his giant dong inching out, dripping wet and stiff as a shaft.
“Naw, sweetheart, I need to try both holes,” he rasped, seizing my gaze with his. “I like it both ways, and you’re gonna be real tight back there.”
I couldn’t hear him because the emptiness ached like fuck. But as he pulled me forwards, his tip suddenly brushing against my back hole, suddenly I knew what he wanted. And it wasn’t so horrible. After all, I’ve done anal before and I kind of like it. I’m a backdoor type of girl and the thought of a monster cock jammed up there made me juice again, everything going wet and hot.
“Yes,” I whispered against his lips, our eye contact meaningful. “Yes, put it in my anus, big guy.”
And with that, it happened. It wasn’t easy by any means. My brownie is small and I haven’t had a man up there in a long time, much less one of Robert’s size. But I buried my face in his shoulder and wiggled a bit, my butt brushing against his tip. Robert pulled me down slightly and I gasped, the entry stretching me so hard.
“Yes,” was my breathless cry. “Yes, just like that.”
“Unnh fuck,” he grunted. “I have to work myself into you, you’re so small.”
And it was pure ecstasy as he pulled my bottom down onto his shaft, inch by inch. I felt like my body was going to explode, pussy juicing hard as my ass was invaded. But after a few tense minutes, it happened. I was sitting on his dick with that powerful shaft stuffed up my bottom and it felt so amazing that I mewled a little, wiggling my hips.
“Oh god,” was my desperate pant. “Oh oh oh!”
Because slowly, Robert was moving me up and down his veiny cock. The huge muscle would reappear and disappear within my dark hole, the tiny pleats gripping him tight. And as I watched, the big man’s balls began to raise, his neck and chest strained.
“Fuck you feel good,” he panted. “Fuck fuck fuck UNNNH!”
Because it happened without any warning. One moment he was dicking me in my dark star, and the next he’d erupted, powerful jets of bubbly semen lashing my hole.
“Oh!” I cried out, looking down as that massive shaft pulsed and twitched in my bottom. “Oh oh!”
Because I couldn’t take it. This was just too dirty. I was sitting in a gorgeous male’s lap, letting him ejaculate into my anus. And the worst part? I loved every second of it. I loved the hot male jism spraying the insides of my butt, I loved the fact that this was the President of the United States, familiar yet also a stranger. But every man has needs, and this alpha male was no different. He jerked and spurted in me, filling me with gallons of seed that overfilled my bottom, the white leaking out between our joined bodies.
“Unnh,” he grunted again, tilting his head back as those hips jerked and pumped. “Unnh yeah.”
I melted against him, pussy pulsing with pleasure as my anus absorbed his hot sperm. It felt so good and I sighed with contentment, pressing my breasts against that hard chest. Because was this really happening? Did I really just have vaginal and then anal sex with the President of the United States? I couldn’t think, much less process the enormity of the situation.
So for the time being, I just let myself enjoy, floating in a warm haze of pleasure. But everything has to end at some point, and eventually we spiraled down to Earth.
“That was good,” he rumbled, chest vibrating beneath my cheek. We were still joined together by our sensitive spots and he shifted a bit, pulsing within my bottom. I gasped slightly, my anus a little raw.
“That was good,” was my shy murmur. “More than good. It was amazing.”
“Oh yeah,” the President said, drawing back to look into my eyes. “Sweetheart, you were incredible. Exactly what I needed.”
I smiled shyly.
“I was?”
“Yeah, absolutely,” he drawled. “This job is stressful to say the least. Sometimes I feel like the only thing I do is make decisions, except the decisions are serious ones about disarmament, nuclear war, climate change, and government benefits. Not exactly the most light-hearted fare,” he said dryly.
“Plus the Second Amendment,” I added playfully. “You have to make decisions about that.”
He laughed, capturing my chin with one big hand before placing a kiss on my lips. It was sweet and soul-destroying all at once, shudders lancing down my spine.
“Plus the Second Amendment,” he conceded with a growl, a dirty gleam in those blue eyes. “So do you like bump stocks now, sweetheart? Are you a fan of heavy arms?”
I blushed before laughing, and then squeezed my anus around his shaft, making the big man gasp.
“I am,” was my purr. “And I’m ready for more.”
Because by my count, only forty-five minutes had passed. There was still an hour before the car came … and I wanted more fun with my president, my lover.