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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?”
