Mr. President

1

Austin

"Oh, fuck me harder, Mr. President!"

I slam my 12-inch cock into Jia Park—the ambassador from South Korea—hard enough to knock a vase of flowers off the side table that she's clutching in both hands. I watch as the flowers tumble to the floor.

I've bent her over every inch of this hotel suite—the toppled sleek American chairs are a testament to this—and I'm just getting fucking started.

With both of my hands on her hips, I thrust again and again; my hips are rocking back and forth as I ravage her from behind with the force of a storm. With my thunder, I aim to give her a hot fucking bolt of lightening that she'll never forget.

"A dragon was born in a stream," she purrs, her long blue-black hair as dark as ink, and sticking to her neck with sweat. "And that dragon is you." She's looking back at me with smoldering eyes, waiting to see if I understand this Korean idiom.

It's not lost on me; I've done my homework.

I've prepared for this moment.

The dragon is a good reference. What the fuck did she think she was dealing with, a bunny rabbit? No, I'm a man on a mission, and I pack some serious fire between my legs.

"Kamsa-hamnida," I reply, thanking her in Korean, which surprises her.

Yes, I can be savage between the sheets, but I'm also diplomatic.

"You're a man of many talents," she smiles, and the way her lips seductively turn up at each corner of her mouth makes my cock hard as granite.

Of course I am. I’m Austin fucking Bain.

President of the United States.

The youngest President. At 35 years old.

The hottest President. Check out my bedroom eyes on the cover of TIME Magazine. My 8-pack abs on CNN. My defined body on Fox News.

Whether you’re a Republican or Democrat, conservative or liberal, there’s no denying you want my cut pecs and broad shoulders to be the one holding up this country.

And while you’re at it, I can bet you want to be on your knees. Get a good view of my giant fucking python as it pulses in your mouth.

That’s right. I might be the President. But I know what I’m packing.

I pull my cock out of her pussy with a wet pop, and turn her around. I pick her up in my strong arms, lifting her off the floor, and I watch as she runs her hands over my bulging biceps.

She's impressed.

She then wraps her slender legs around my waist, and I angle my cock toward her wet pussy, teasing it by rubbing it back and forth over her slick folds.

“Fuck me, just keep fucking me,” she cries out loud, as if it's some kind of torture.

I smile back at her and do as I'm told; this time, there's no teasing. I thrust at once, and drive my 12-inch cock so deep into her that she lets out a violent scream.

She curls her toes and rakes her nails across my back and shoulders before running her fingers through my hair and pulling wildly.

She's now fucking me, grinding her pussy up and down my cock, squeezing her legs around my hips for support. And then her entire body tenses and she throws her head back, her mouth is open wide.

"Oh, fuck," she moans mid-orgasm, the walls of her pussy clenching and spasming on my cock.

I feel a trickle of sweat zigzag down my chiseled chest, and I grin; this is better than any fucking gym workout.

I carry Jia Park to the bathroom, her legs still wrapped around my waist and her wet pussy impaled on my cock. I'm going to keep it buried inside of her pussy for as long as I can.

"Ga-ji-mah, don't go," she purrs.

"I'm not going anywhere without you right now," I reply, grinning. And I'm about to prove it to her.

Let me just say that I'm not your average politician.

As the youngest president to ever assume office in the US—even younger than Theodore Roosevelt—and like Teddy and his band of Rough Riders, I do things my way.

You don't get to be the youngest president ever elected by playing by the rules; you know what I mean?

And my cock is one of my greatest diplomatic tools. While it's true that, for me work and sex go hand in hand like white on rice, that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. There's no shortage of pleasure.

"I want more," Jia smiles devilishly, "so much more."

"So do I," I reply, grabbing her ass cheeks in both of my fists. "So do I."

I head for the glass-walled shower. The elegance of the Sofitel Hotel is everywhere, even in the bathroom. I feel the cool marble flooring beneath my bare feet, and I slide the glass door open to the shower.

I take her off my cock, and we both step foot into the shower. I turn the knob, and in a minute, we're standing beneath a steaming jet of water that's beginning to fog up the entire bathroom.

I smile and turn her around, grabbing her hands and placing them up against the marbled shower wall. I reach down and slide my hand down the crack of her ass, and slide a finger into her wet pussy until I reach her G-spot.

"Yes, oh yes," she shivers. "More."

I pull my fingers out of her pussy and drag them across her lips. She smiles and opens her mouth, and begins sucking on my fingers as I angle my cock with my other hand into her pussy, and piston in and out of her.

"Does your pussy taste good?" I ask her, thrusting my hips. She nods to me with a smile.

I keep thrusting until I feel the walls of her pussy spasm on my cock once more. Jia is moaning and arching her back.

"That's it," I tell her, "Come for me."

"Oh yes, Mr. President! Yes! Yes!" she yells out, as her orgasm takes over her body, loud enough for everyone in this fucking hotel to hear. She's screaming loud enough to shatter the glass of these shower walls.