Of course, Austin’s opponents quickly seized on the statement and used it to their own advantage.
“Congressman Bain’s youth and inexperience make him ideally suited to make statements such as the one that he’s making regarding pardoning Oliver Trask,” the Republican Senator from Iowa, Charles Kitting, declared in a speech refusing to call him ‘President’ but rather ‘Congressman’. I scowled as I thought back to that moment. Of course, Senator Kitting would say something like that. If Austin were ineligible to be President, the job would fall to Senator Kitting, who would be more than qualified to take on the job considering he was 72.
“I like Austin Bain's approach to life – all fast and loose, but come on, folks, let's grow up, shall we?” Austin’s Democratic challenger, Senator John Warner announced in a live press conference shortly after. “Pardoning criminals? As your first act? Any idea what he’ll do after that? Invite some terrorists up for tea?”
At first the public was undecided. But constant negative ads through the month of February began to move the needle against him.
Twenty-nine.
That’s how many days Austin and I have been having sex. It’s been like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. I knew that sex was supposed to feel good, but this is a whole different plane of pleasure that I’ve never even dreamed was possible. Austin wants me every day – at multiple times throughout the day. I hardly mind – it’s like someone asking you if it's okay for your world to be rocked. Why would you say no? In fact, if Austin weren’t putting his hand up my skirt, squeezing my ass and pulling off my thong, I’d be squeezing his cock through his pants, getting him hot and bothered to get on top of me.
When I’m with Austin, it’s like everything that's surrounding us is no longer even relevant. That the world fades to black and the only two people that exist are me and him.
I get the feeling that Austin feels the same way. No matter how much he gets beat up in the press, or how bad a day he has trying to manage a country of 320 million people, his face lights up as he sees me. No matter what seems to be happening around us, and no matter how tired he becomes, the most powerful man in the world continues to desire me with every fiber of his being every time I come near him.
Yeah, it’s an amazing feeling, I have to admit.
Two.
That’s how many times I’ve watched my life flash before my eyes when I thought we were caught. It scares me like nothing else. Not just for my career. But more and more, for Austin himself. Even though he’s always telling me he’s in control and how awesome he is, and never telling me how worried he is, I can tell that he worries more for me than himself.
The first time we got caught, very little happened. I was coming up to the residence. He surprised me with dinner the night before. I had gone to the office to finish up some paperwork and when I came back, I found him lighting some candles in the dining room, while on the phone with the Prime Minister of France. He saw me and my surprised expression and smiled.
“Vivian, let me call you back,” he said on the phone to the Prime Minister. “A beautiful girl just walked in.”
She must have said something because he smiled before he hung up. Then he turned towards me and walked over, his eyes scanning my body up and down. “Fuck, Ashley,” he growled, as he ran his hands up my body and I kept back an involuntary shiver. “You look so fucking good. I might just say fuck it with dinner and put you down on the table and fuck you from behind.”
I smirked at him. He was definitely rubbing off on me. “That’s so romantic, Austin,” I said, with a teasing grin. “You sweet talk all your women like that?”
Austin’s eyes flashed and I could tell he was laughing inside.
It was a perfect moment, only it was ruined. By Nadia, who chose that moment to walk into the dining room.
Austin turned towards her at the same time as me. I stepped back involuntarily and with a moment’s hesitation and reluctance, he dropped his hands. I could tell the disappointment that radiated through his body.
“Don’t you knock?” Austin asked Nadia sharply.
“I saw the door open, and I walked in,” she said. That was a lie. Secret Service would never allow something like an open door to the Residence, but I chose to hold my tongue. Nadia was already looking at us suspiciously, and I chose to remove myself from the situation.
“I’d better go make some calls,” I said, excusing myself. Nadia glared at me as I left. We hadn’t gotten off on the right foot and we weren’t going to become BFF’s anytime soon. I didn’t mind – I just didn’t want it to affect Austin’s working relationship with Nadia.
“She’s starting to become a liability, Austin,” I heard Nadia say, not even waiting for me to around the corner. I pretended I didn’t hear, going into the other room and closing the door.
The truth is, I worry about the potential ramifications of what we’re doing every day. It’s not like I’m trapped in the sex and lust. Okay, well, maybe I am trapped in the sex and the lust. But I knew that there is a definite political price that Austin is paying by saying that he’s going to pardon Oliver Trask. And there’ll be another price that he’ll pay if our relationship comes out. Carl consoles me on the phone or in person everyday that whatever price Austin is paying for securing Oliver’s release is more than made up by the points he’s getting being seen as stable. I hear this argument, but I’m not fully convinced.
The second time we sort of got caught, there was a bit more of a blowback.
Austin was giving a speech in front of the Daughters of the American Revolution Society. I was sitting right next to the podium. In hindsight, I maybe shouldn't have worn the blue wraparound dress that day, because it really showed off my boobs. The neckline was plunging, and as I sat there listening to Austin, I could tell his eyes were resting in the valley between the girls on my chest from time to time. It wasn’t obvious to anyone – but because it was me, and I knew almost every inch of his body and how he thought, I could tell. Once the speech was over, the emcee came to shake Austin’s hands and he looked a bit uncomfortable. He didn’t seem to want to move from the podium. He even tried to take questions. Eventually, it got a bit awkward and he realized he’d have to leave the podium.
The only problem was he was sporting a rather massive erection.
That’s right. Austin Bain, President of the United States was hard. Looking at my chest.
Austin has a big cock. He tells me it’s 11 inches. It was larger than I had ever thought. It filled me up completely and then some. And every single inch was obvious in this moment, as his massive cock tented his dress pants.
It was so obvious as he went to sit down that there was a collective gasp from a few people in the room.
Some of the older ladies even clapped. There were even a few whistles.
He couldn’t do anything about it all day. We had to wait till the day was over so we could come back to The White House for us to rip each other’s clothes off and desperately impale ourselves on one another.
The newspapers the next day had a field day. The New York Post had a headline proclaiming, “Blue Bloods Turn On Bain”. The New York Daily News ran a front page saying, “Can You Even Keep It In Your Pants, Mr. President?”
Even the Daily Show got in on the action, doing a piece called, “Hail to the Chief”. No one drew the connection that it was to the blue wraparound dress, but Austin got a healthy 5-point boost in the polls, lowering his gap to 10 points coming into the March 1 debate.
That’s where I am now, and I am not liking what I’m seeing. The first half of the debate has been going badly.
“Do you even have a group of other lawmakers you can kick ideas around with if you stay as the President, Mr. Bain?” The Democratic Senator is asking.
“I’ll work with anyone from any party who wants to bring about effective change,” Austin responds.
“But what if no one will work with you? Do you want to run the whole government by yourself?” Senator
Kitting, the Republican asks.
Austin has no snappy comeback and I can tell he’s off his game. Earlier in the evening the two Senators challenged him on the pardon of Oliver Trask.
“We both echo the sentiments of our parties when we say this action is irresponsible,” one Senator said.
“By supporting it, you directly make the case for experience and for rejecting HR-222 to lower the age barrier to President,” the other one chimed in.
I know Austin can’t fight the pardon argument without throwing me under the bus and he’s not willing to do that. So he sidesteps the issue and they hound him on it. Sometimes politics makes me sick.
“Is our boy choking?” Carl is asking me from the office. He’s watching from the office.
“I don't know what’s going, Carl,” I talk softly into my phone.
“Let’s just hope he comes through this,” Carl says. “Or we’re out of a job.”
It’s the half and the networks have moved to commercial break and the debaters come backstage to their dressing rooms. Austin waves away his aides. Nadia says a few words to him, most likely telling him to flip his position on the pardon before he waves her away too. He’s sitting there all by himself, deep in thought.
Taking a gulp, I walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me, and gives me a winning smile. Even in the midst of this train wreck of a debate, he looks so handsome. I look at the dimples on his cheek and his chiseled jawline and my knees go weak thinking of his arms around me later on tonight.
“Austin,” I lean in and whisper, keeping the appearance of a stepsister giving counsel to her elder stepbrother. “Win this debate.”
“You know it, Ash,” he says, his voice distant. He’s trying to reassure me, but his voice is distant.
That’s it. He needs some reassurance.
“Win the debate, Austin,” I tell him. “And I’ll give you a blowjob.”
I swear that’s all it takes. New life comes into Austin’s eyes. I smile at him lasciviously. “Win this, babe. And I promise I’ll suck your brains out through your cock.”
Talk about incentive.
The next half of the debate is like something the country has never seen, run in typical Austin Bain fashion.
“The fact of the matter is that the Founders knew what they were doing when they wrote the Constitution,” one Senator is saying when Austin cuts him off.
“Really, Senator? Is that a fact? They wanted us to take them literally forever? So you’re saying that we were wrong when we amended the Constitution because it said that African-American’s only counted for three-fifths of a person?”
The crowd literally oohs at that one and the Senator is left sputtering.
“But you’re the one pardoning criminals here, Congressman. The Founders wanted to prevent someone exactly like you from becoming President,” the other Senator counters.
Senator Kitting and Warren are getting nasty. But Austin is the clear alpha-male on stage.
“I guess as long as you’re old, you can get away with pardoning criminals then, right? Or what would you call the long list of people you freed from jail in your state after their families contributed to your re-election campaign when you were Governor?” Austin asks mercilessly.
Both Senators shut up after that.
“The fact of the matter is,” Austin says a while later, “the Founders put some rules in place, but they also left the mechanism to modify them. That’s all we’re doing now. And if anyone thinks you have to be 35 to be able to be able to handle things, then check your internet connection. I guarantee you a component of your WIFI and modem has a part from Bain Electronics. And I built that company when I was 23.”
The crowd literally cheers and the debate is pretty much in the bag. I smile to myself and tell Agent Daniels that I’m heading back to the White House. I have a special present to prepare for.
The news is on when Austin gets to the residence of The White House. A commentator is speaking, “President Bain seems to have put to rest many doubts tonight and has now clearly made this referendum solidly about his qualifications – he’s shown that he can defend himself and give as good as he gets.”
Austin turns from the television when I enter the room. He gasps and his eyes go wide as he sees me. I’m wearing a red lace bra and a matching red thong. That’s all. I take the remote from the table next to me and turn off the television.
“Fuck, Ash…” Austin croaks looking at me.
I give him a crooked smile and walk to him quickly, my hands unzipping his pants.
I don't hesitate when I see the big, bulging shape of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
I stroke him softly, my hand going up and down his length. I sink to my knees and I breath in deeply and lean into him, my tongue reaching out for his tip. As I touch it a pleasant saltiness fills me up.
I part my lips and take him in my mouth, inch by inch, his throbbing hardness sliding inside of me gently. I lick his shaft as my lips tighten around it in an up and down embrace, realizing for the millionth time, that, yes, he truly is big indeed.
I start going faster, bobbing my head back and forth as I cup and massage his balls with one hand. He feels warm and nice, his heat pulsing inside my mouth in a way that makes something deep inside my loins stir...
I feel his fingers running through my hair, his fingertips brushing softly against the back of my neck. I look up at him and his eyes are closed, his head tilted back. He’s breathing faster by the minute.
I stroke him harder. His body trembles slightly and I feel his muscles tensing up like a coiled spring. I take him in my mouth once more, my lips running down his member hastily - his fingers clawing at long strands of my hair, holding my head in place, and that's all it takes.
I feel his cum flood my mouth and, although my initial reaction is to pull back and give him a show, I remain still as the product of his pleasure coats my mouth.
I only pull back as his cock gives its last spasms against my tongue.
He opens his eyes and looks at me, breathing hard. “Fuck, Ashley,” he says huskily. “That was intense.”
I smile at him. He’s already feeling my breasts and I can feel him getting hard again. No way we’re not going to have sex again. Yay!
“Welcome home,” I say with a wicked smile. “Mr. President.”
One.
That’s what it feels like when I’m with Austin. Whether we’re having sex, hanging out, or just talking. I don’t feel like I’m myself. And he doesn’t feel like he’s a different person. It feels like both of us together are something better. Something stronger.
Zero.
Chance that despite the dangers I’ll call it off with him.
I guess that’s what happens when you’re happy.
Too bad it didn’t last.
13
Austin
Okay I'm not a complete fucking moron. I mean, I did become President of these here United States somehow. It's not like someone just gave it to me on their knees.
Although, someone was on their knees. Ah, fuck it, never mind.
The important thing that I'm saying is that I know Nadia's not a big fan of Ashley. I can sense it. I see the snide comments and the cold looks. I don't want to cause a scene for Ashley so I fucking hold my tongue when Nadia addresses me and talks past Ashley. Or when she brings up the pardon for Oliver Trask in front of Ashley, as she tells me its hurting me politically.
I think Ashley gets it too. I mean, it's not hard to see why. I have enough fucking emotional intelligence inside of me to realize that I fucked Nadia - and I actually kept her around for a bit longer than my other conquests in the past. And now she sees Ashley cavorting around. She sees me making dinner for her. She sees me rely on her for fucking advice and all the shit that I used to go to her to, and its fucking natural that she's going to get a bit territorial. I might pretend that I don't give a shit, but I can sense what's going on around me. I just don't e
xpress it, okay?
And, from a completely objective perspective, I can understand where both girls are coming from. It's just that I've never felt the way I do with Ashley with anyone ever. Not a single fucking person I've ever met. And the things that she does - when other girls tried it on me, I'd fucking snort and it would slide right off me. When Ashley does it, it looks so cute it seriously melts my fucking heart. Yeah, this shit is fucked up.
Like what happened yesterday. It's been a few weeks since the debate where I kicked ass and wiped the floor with Senator Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. Ashley and I had just come off several days of campaigning across the country and I was fucking beat. I didn't have much except Cabinet meetings - mostly with the former President's Cabinet, going through various issues that they had and solving them – the Austin Bain M.O. It was an early day and right around 4 pm, Ashley walked into the Oval Office when I had a few minutes free.
"Austin, can we go out to dinner tonight?" she asked me, batting her beautiful fucking eyes. Normally girls bat their eyes at me and I immediately get all fucking defensive. I was exhausted as fuck - having to wake up at 6:30 in the fucking morning after having hours of sex the night before will fucking do that to you. But I looked at her, and all I could say was, "Sure, Ashley. I'll have Mrs. Winters make some reservations to Le Bernadin."
Mrs. Winters was my personal secretary. I actually had four, but she handled all the personal shit. Of course, she was able to get a table at the last minute for the President of the United States - I mean, great publicity right?
Ashley came down two hours later in an amazing white dress that just hugged her curves. All of a sudden, being exhausted completely left my mind and all I wanted to do was fuck. I tried not to stare at her wolfishly as she turned away from me and began walking to the exit of the White House, swaying her ass. She knew that I was staring too, because she stopped before getting in, turned her head back to me, and asked me with a leer, "Feeling all right, Austin?"
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