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“Only for my girl.” I help her ease herself onto my face. I grab her hips and hold her in place so my mouth and tongue have the best access to her. Kathryn lowers and takes me deep into her mouth while grinding her hips against me.

God, this is crazy good. I can suck on her clit, nibble at her lips, and tongue fuck her while my cock is buried deep down her throat. My fingers flex around her fleshy hips as I hungrily cram as much of her pussy into my mouth as I can. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on all the sensations happening in this moment. My heart is pounding as I tighten my grip and attempt to pull her further down onto me. I’m a thirsty man, begging for more of her on my tongue. I need Kathryn to come, to give me every drop of her tasty cum.

Kathryn groans as she pulls away from my cock. “Jesus,” she says and tries to get off my face. I hold her in place, not allowing her to move until I’m rewarded with every drop of her. “I’m coming.” I use my arms like vices, holding her to me while I keep tongue fucking her. She grinds her hips against me. I just need to have her come. “I’m coming,” she moans.

Her smell is intoxicating, and her overwhelming urge to get off my face sends me crazy. If I could live here for the rest of my life, I would happily die with Kathryn’s pussy on my face. A ferocious roar grumbles through my chest as she tries to get away from me. Her body trembles as I continue to use my mouth and tongue to stroke and sweep over her sensitive pussy. “Hmmm.”

Kathryn’s hips speed up and her thighs tighten, letting me know she’s coming. She collapses against my stomach and takes several deep breaths. I pull my face away and regain control to go in for seconds. “What are you doing?”

“I’m still thirsty.”

“You’re insatiable. But it’s my turn.” She lowers to take me in her mouth. I know it’s going to be harder to get Kathryn off for a second time, but that’s not going to stop me from trying. Her mouth is like liquid gold. As much as I love gorging on her pussy, she loves having my cock in her mouth. God, she’s perfect. There’s a lot of slurps and sucking going on from her. She scrapes her teeth over the head of my cock, and I nearly lose my load in that very second. Her mouth is pure heaven. I try to concentrate on what I’m doing, but when her tongue flicks across my sensitive head, and she swallows me as far as she can take me, making her gag, my balls draw up and I feel myself about to come. I want to hold her head in place and fuck her mouth, but I’m powerless when it comes to Kathryn. She completely owns me.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” I warn in case she wants to sit on me.

Her actions intensify. There’s a lot of gulping and gagging. The only thing I regret is not being able to watch her fuck me, but I’m rewarded with her pussy on my mouth.

She sucks on my cock until I finally lose myself in her mouth. My body pulsates as my cock spurts ribbons of cum down her throat. Greedily, she continues to suck and slurp, taking everything I give her. As my body winds down, I have difficulty attempting to concentrate. I really want to fuck her with my tongue again, but I’m damn near spent. Kathryn climbs off and lies beside me. I touch her lips and smile to see how I’ve made them slightly puffy and red. “I love it when your lips say your mouth has been fucked.”

She smirks at me. Touching my face, she runs her hand down my cheek to my chin. “I love what you do with your tongue.” Kathryn leans over and softly kisses my mouth. “You’re going to be a good president,” she whispers. “You’ve got my vote.”

There’s a tender moment between us. Kathryn has managed to calm me. “I love you,” I say as I stare into her big, brown eyes.

“I should hope so,” she replies. Her tongue darts out and sweeps across her lower lip. Kathryn takes a breath and looks around the room. “How many presidents do you think have gotten their freak on in this room?”

“Blair House is the residence diplomats and the presidents-elect have used ever since it was purchased by the government in 1942. So, if I have to take an educated guess, I’d say at least...” I shake my head slightly and smirk. “A lot.”

“I wonder how many have been super freaky in this room. Oh.” Kathryn’s eyes widen. “Do you think this room has seen prostitutes or drugs?”

“Prostitutes and drugs? Really? That’s what you’re thinking about this morning?”

Kathryn taps her finger to her chin. “I wonder how many presidents have had threesomes in here.”

“I swear to God, I’m going to have to fuck this mouth of yours again if you keep talking about sex, drugs, and threesomes.”

Kathryn laughs as she playfully arches her back. She turns to me and with a sinister sparkle she says, “What about an orgy?” She’s pushing me, and I’m barely holding onto my resolve. My cock stirs to life again, desperate to be buried inside of her.

I move to hover over her body and smash my mouth over hers as she wraps her legs around my hips. I silence her murmur with my mouth as I push into her. My girl wants to be fucked, so a fucking is what she’s going to get.

3

KATHRYN

I look at the dress I’ve chosen for the inauguration ball hanging in the massive walk-in closet and smile. I know the advisors said the entire country looks to the First Lady’s inauguration ball gown to see what type of First Lady she will be.

My stomach churns as I smile. A part of me thinks I should’ve gone with something a lot more traditional, but I think this is a dress that can stand the test of time. It’s simply beautiful.

With my hair and makeup already completed, I slide the silk robe off my body and remove the dress from the hanger. The fabric is cool as I run my fingers across the material. Judging by the weight of this dress, it’s undeniably made with care and love. The designer, Millie, an unknown American woman, spent many a day with me in order to perfect this amazing dress.

There’s a knock on the door, and I quickly shrug back into my robe before calling, “Come in.” Millie opens the door and closes it behind her once she’s in the room. “I’m about to put on this amazing dress.”

Millie’s eyes widen when she sees the dress on the bed. There’s a massive smile on her face. “May I assist you in dressing, Mrs. Adams?”

“Of course.”

Millie lifts the dress off the bed and holds it up as she waits for me to disrobe. Modesty has been thrown out the window with the number of hours Millie and I have spent together. “Are you looking forward to the ball, ma’am?” she asks with a hint of nervousness.

“I’m not really sure what to expect. I spoke with the former First Lady and she told me that all eyes will be on us. I’m hoping I don’t trip and fall.”

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