There once was a girl named Sally,
Who wanted to be first in a Rally,
So she went on a run,
With the other teams sons,
And said to them all, "Please Fuck me"
P.O.T.U.S.'s Daughter
I awaken, with the taste of tar in my mouth, and the feeling of sticky dried cum between my thighs. Shaking my groggy head, I unwrap my cock glued to my balls, and turn to look at the room I am in. Suddenly I notice that it is very early in the morning, and I am on a soft carpet. It looks blue, but also something strange is that the walls are all smooth and circular. Where the fuck am I. I wrap the blanket over myself pulling to reveal a beautiful naked girl, appearing like magic.
She whines deep in slumber, her nipples dark red. I can see the crusty salt of sweat on her back, and breasts. Alright props to me for the great lay. I grin sheepishly to myself, but something about her face starts eating at me. Where have I seen this girl before. Wait oh yeahhh it was at that GeorgeTown bar, and she was surrounded by these guys in black suits…OH SHIT. I remember the bet, and the little help from my friends.
I have flashbacks of my tongue in her ass, and fingers deep in her. I remember stumbling out of the car drunk and enjoying her lips on my neck. OH SHIT OH SHIT.
As a law student I have an excellent idea of where I am now. Even in the dark room, tall windows showing the burgeoning morning, and metal fences, I start to make out a large desk and sofas. Yep this is the OVAL OFFICE. And sitting in the chair, I see the outline of the most powerful man in the world, with his finger tips pressed together, giving me a glare that makes every bone in my body freeze up in fear. I can feel a little bit of the beer shits start to quiver in my bowels.
He doesn't have to say anything, but gets up and walks out. He knows who I am, where I live, and what I just did to his daughter. My mind is racing, will I be able to get out of her alive? She moans and murmurs, looking up at me still in shock and grabs hold of my cock...
Tennis
She uses a cotton towel to wipe along her rib cage, under her arms, and along the tops of her shoulders. The crystal clear blue sky allows thick rays of sunlight to bare down on the players. A matted sandy blond strand of hair slowly separates from her sweaty bun.
She curls it around her ear, and bounces a tennis ball, catches it and releases it above her in a perfect distance, coming down hard with a swish. Match point...Ace. She leans against the cool locker room wall, replaying the highlights of the game. The muscles of her thighs and calves burn from exhaustion. Smiling in personal glory.
I did it! LIke thunder, the reverberations of a voice echo through the room, "Congratulations! Nice Job!" She looks at the glaring entryway to the locker room, and sees her curly haired coach smiling. He saunters up to her, and leans in close to whisper, "We still need to work on your back hand." She smiles and looks up into his eyes, bring herself up on her tiptoes and sinks her salty lips on to his.
Ice Cream
He has been in control for most of his life. The job he works is something he brought himself into. The house he bought with the toils of his efforts is something he owns. But now as his lover stuffs her head into the toilet bowl for the 3rd time today puking up dinner, he finds himself at loss for what to do.
Instead of waiting in bed, he gets up, and goes to his church, the kitchen, and switches on the lights. Black granite counter tops and unpolished stainless steel greet him like old friends. From the refrigerator he pulls out bananas, coconut milk, black beans, dark chocolate powder, shredded coconut. Putting all of the ingredients together he blends the mixture, adding sugar, a little heavy cream, and a little flour, until the mixture is thick and just sweet enough.
He puts it into a plastic tub, and leaves it in the freezer. When his lover saunters down the wooden floors, red eyed, and half screams, "What the fuck are you doing. Get back to bed!" He throws everything into the dishwasher, and follows hot on her trail. Letting the soft folds and her breathing ease him into sleep.
Waking in the morning, he slips out of bed, careful not to wake her, and takes out the batter he made two days ago. Dropping a healthy dollop on to the skillet, he moves in a spiral allowing for a thin wafer to slowly form. dexterously he flips the crepe, and then fills lays out two scoops of the coconut ice cream from last night.
Easing himself up the stairs, he already hears her returning from retching on the toilet, and greets her with a smile. On the platter is a tall glass of crisp water, and the steaming crepe. He lays then down, and props a pillow behind her to ease the stress. As she eats he kisses her tummy, and rubs her lower back, slowly making his way to up to her shoulders, before planting a kiss at the base of her neck.
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