Pounded By The President E-Book

Scarlet Smith

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Pounded By The President

Leseprobe

Pounded By The President

Cuckholding Erotica

Scarlet Smith

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 Scarlet Smith

Written by Scarlet Smith

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

I first set eyes on the President at a charity fundraiser, and it was love at first sight. Well, maybe not love. Lust, anyway.

Obviously I’d seen him lots of times on TV, and I’ve always thought that he was good looking. That tall, lithe frame definitely does it for me. And that olive brown skin? Fuck yeah. He’s a handsome guy, there’s no denying it. I mean, it’s not like I spent my time fantasizing about him or anything. That would be weird. But when I saw him on the news, making a speech or whatever – I couldn’t help but be a little bit appreciative.

But in the flesh – well, I was totally blown away. Sure, he’s just as good-looking in real life, maybe even more so. But it wasn’t his looks. It was his charisma. Even at a big fund-raising event, surrounded by thousands of people, he commanded the whole room. Every eye was focused on him, everyone there wanting to talk to him or shake hands with him, or even just catch his eye.

Of course he was the President, and that had something to do with why everyone was so interested in him. But there was more to it than that. The guy just had presence. You got the feeling that even if he had chosen a different vocation in life – even if he’d just been a janitor or a car mechanic or something – people would still have wanted to shake his hand and stop for a chat. He just seemed to have that knack for making people feel special.

Anyway, I didn’t get to talk to him. Only bigwigs and local dignitaries got that close, and neither me nor my husband fell into that category. I’d actually won the tickets to the fundraiser in a raffle run by the local newspaper. Doug – my husband – didn’t even want to go. He said that he had ‘better things to do with his time.’ But I knew full well that Doug’s ‘better things’ meant that he would sit in front of the TV eating junk food and scratching his fat ass, so I put my foot down and made him come with me.

To be honest, I wished I’d never bothered. It was a black tie event, but Doug only had one suit, and it was way too small for him. I’d really spruced myself up – my best LBD, a fortune spent on a new hair-do, carefully applied make-up. But Doug looked like a complete slob. His gut was bulging out, accentuated by the tightness of the shirt and jacket, and he hadn’t even bothered to shave. He’d managed to find a black tie, but it had a big white stain on it that looked suspiciously like cum. I hoped it was toothpaste.

The whole thing was embarrassing. As my husband enthusiastically helped himself to champagne – he’d perked up right away when he discovered that free booze was on the cards – even the waiters looked down their noses at him. He didn’t notice – too busy gulping down glass after glass of fizzy.