"You like that cock? Huh? You better like this fucking cock," he said, in a demanding voice. He'd been so delicate until this night, but now he was strong like I wanted. He was political in that way. A sweet talker until he needed to set a foot down--like any powerful man should be.
"Yes baby, so fucking much," I said, stretching my arms behind me to grab his thighs. I dug my nails in and he drove his cock in farther than ever. I yelped with pleasure and then he stopped. He put his head down to my neck, breathing heavily.
"How about riding me on the floor of the Oval Office?" he asked. I smiled.
"Mmmm, yes."
The president got up and laid down on the carpet, right where the famous emblem was placed. His cock stood straight up, waiting for me to sit on it. I obliged, sliding it in slowly, with my knees on the ground and hands pressed hard onto his shoulders. It filled me perfectly, and with the Oval Office doors in front of me and the president beneath me, I began to ride. Up and down I slid, wet as all hell, sweating like a madwoman. How many girls before me had been here, in this position? Whatever the number, I was just happy to be the one getting it then. In that moment, I had the world underneath me.
"Am I your favorite, Mr. President?" I asked, staring directly into his eyes, still riding.
"No one else," he said between breaths, nodding. "No one else, even comes close." He grabbed my hips and reared his head back. Hearing that was enough to send me off. I was a rocket to the moon in that moment. All of me shuddering as the earth-shattering orgasm I'd always dreamed of surged from my pussy throughout my entire body. He gripped my thighs hard and grimaced. Like an uprising in a small country, like the civil rights movement, like the nuclear-fucking-bomb, he exploded inside me. And no cum in the history of the world has ever felt so fucking good.
I collapsed on top of him in a heap, both of us panting and dripping wet with sweat. I looked up at the ceiling of the Oval Office. The wooden chambers where so much had taken place. Where deals that ended countries and started wars were made. Where Marilyn and Jackie and every other woman John wanted had swallowed his cum. And now, me.
"That was quite fun, Mr. President," I said, kissing his cheek.
"Most fun I've had in a while," he said.
I left that night escorted by a Secret Service agent through a lonely hallway to the back of the garage, where a car was waiting for me. I kept my face pressed to the window as we drove through D.C. At home I laid in bed, completely relaxed, and drifted to sleep dreaming of being Queen once again.
John called me many times after that. But I never answered or returned those calls. And every letter he wrote to me, every folded up note a man in a black suit passed to me while I ate lunch or sat on a park bench or left a movie theater, I read over and over but never replied to. I'd had my moment. For a brief span of time I was the most important person in the world. And that was enough to last me until the end.
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