Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(28)

Listen, I don't know what to say if you don't believe me. Take a look at  Abby right now, if you don't think I'm telling you the truth. She's  going crazy, grunting and groaning like a fucking animal in heat. Her  eyes are clouded up with fucking lust. Her hands are desperately trying  to grab hold of something. Anything.

She hits one of the phones along the side of the desk. I don't know  which one. But whatever, she actually feels pretty good. She's a bit of a  slut-at least that's the word around the West Wing. She's not tight.  I'll grant you that.

"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you so hard!" I tell her.

Is it me or is she talking in a very low voice? I bend over closer to hear her without breaking my stride.

"Oh unggggghh, baby, it's so daaaa … .good," she moans again.

I close my eyes, and go back to imagining the women I've been with. So much I've wanted to do with them.

"Tell me how much you want it," I tell her. I hold onto her hips and increase my tempo.

"Oooohh," Abby coos. "Eeeeee," she pants. At least that's what it sounds  like. I haven't opened my eyes yet. Just going by auditory impulses.

"Tell me how much you fucking love my cock," I say, getting closer and closer.

"Khee bhol cho … " Abby says and I have no idea what she's saying now, but  I'm not going to lie  –  I'm not really paying attention. I'm maybe five  seconds away from exploding. A veritable geyser of semen is going to  shoot out from my monster cock.

"I'm going to cum all over your fucking face," I grunt as I slow down my thrusts.

"Kheee," Abby says in a high pitch voice. She's speaking garbage now.  Unintelligible. But that's just the effect I have on women.

I finally open my eyes and look at her. Her eyes are wide and she's looking back at me in fear.

Three more strokes. Two. One.

Fuck, no time to turn her around.

I pull out and whip my condom off.

"I'm gonna cum," I say with a nasty sneer of pride.

The door bursts open.

I look up.

It's the President of the United States. He's being followed by three Secret Service people.

But its too late for me. I'm cumming. Bolts of lightning and electricity  have seized my body and paralyzed my muscles. My nuts have tightened  and twisted and I feel myself spurt. All over his daughter's ass. I  unload rope after rope of thick, viscous white cum on his daughter's ass  cheeks and lower back. Despite the fact that this 22-year-old First  Daughter just got caught in the Oval Office with a White House Intern's  cock inside of her, and despite the fact that her eyes tell me she's  afraid of something, which has to be my cock because she can't help but  sigh in pleasure as thick, heavy spurts of hot jizz land on her lower  back and ass.

I grunt like a savage and start looking at my handiwork. The first shot  hits the right ass cheek. I moan lewdly as I see it. I can't help it.  The second shot hits the left. The third rope hits her lower back and  pools right above her ass before trickling down her thighs. The fourth  shot hits right on her crack, dribbling downward. The fifth shot goes  and smears the right ass cheek again.

"Fuck," I gasp, as my orgasm subsides and my cock starts to dribble cum out.

In a fog of sex, I'm vaguely aware that the President has rushed to the  desk. I'm slowly becoming aware that the Secret Service agents are  standing at the entrance to the Oval Office.

What I don't understand is why the President doesn't seem to be paying  any attention to Abby and I. Is his daughter that much of a slut that  he's basically given up on her?

That's when I notice he's saying something.

Fuck, he's talking into the phone.

Wait, he's talking into the phone?

The phone was on?

"Dimitry, please understand that this in not a provocation of war!" the  President yells into the phone and that's when I snap back to reality.  "America is not looking to fuck you and cum on Russia's face!"

Oh. Fuck.

"Kakvo Kazvash!" the voice yells on the other end.

"He says the missiles are ready for launch if you're lying," a voice  says and I notice that the President's Russian translator is behind him.  I didn't even notice him.

You remember as I was fucking Abby and her hands were going all over the place as she was squirming?

Remember the phone she grabbed?

I'm just realizing right now. It was red.

"Dimitry, we have no desire for war! I swear to you! The US and Russia  have come a long way together. Don't let two stupid kids cost the lives  of billions of people!" the President yells. Beads of sweat are forming  on his brow.

My cock starts to twitch, it's resting semi-hard on Abby's ass. We're frozen, all watching what's happening.

Apparently, the Russian President got put on speakerphone and  misinterpreted my telling Abby the things I wanted to do to her as  threats of war.

There's a long silence.

"Daubs Vedanya!" the voice on the other end of the line says and the line clicks as it goes dead.

The President looks to his translator who nods. He sighs visibly and clutches the desk.

My heart rate slows. Fuck, that was close.

I pull away from Abby and start putting on my pants. Abby turns around  to look at me. I hastily put on my pants and grab my shirt and shoes,  putting them on as I start walking.

I need to put as much distance between me and the Oval as possible.

"If anyone needs me, I'll be at the Executive Building," I say, almost out the door.

"Wait just one minute, Lance," the President says from behind me.

Fuck. I was so close to getting out of this one as well.

I turn around to face the fucking music.

Guess dad won't approve of me almost starting World War III now to add to the long list of other things, huh?

Oh well, I hear he's gotten married. No time like the present to go see who he conned into his fake marital alliance.





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New York Daily Journal





From the Desk of Amanda Adams, the Professional Gossiper of Page Two.



Welcome to Page Two Gossip, here's what we're hearing around the halls of power:



Thought you were safe? Had a great day yesterday? Well, how would you  like to know that we almost all died? That's right. I'm hearing that the  United States came closer than it has in a long time to a complete and  all out war with the Russians. That's right. Administration officials  and the Pentagon are obviously not saying anything confirming something  like this, but my spies in the White House tell me that it all started  with some nookie.

You read that right, readers. Someone was getting some in the Oval  Office, and accidentally pushed the wrong buttons and got on the phone  with the Russians. What was said hasn't been found out yet, but it was  aggressive enough to get the Russian president, Dimitry Belevich, to put  his finger on his own nuclear triggers.

Yup. We didn't believe it at first either, but apparently the sex was so  rough that the Russian president thought it was a prelude to war when  he thought he was being spoken to.         

     



 

Can't believe it? Our sources swear up and down that it's true. What's  more, a few are even telling me who the man with the nuclear libido is,  and this you're not going to believe.

Turns out the man with the explosive sex in his loins is none other than  Lance Anders. That's absolutely right. Lance Anders-the prodigal son of  the Mayor, Michael Anders.

If you're reading this on the subway and need to sit down, I'm with you,  babe. I didn't believe it at first. Lance just graduated from Yale this  year and he's only been at the White House as an intern for about a  month. He was recommended to the job by both the Mayor and the  Democratic Congressman from Manhattan, Vivian Hawthorne. With so much  political capital by him, we thought Lance would be a shining star in  Washington D.C.

But if you're having trouble breathing thinking how Lance almost caused World War III, guess who his partner in crime was?

Now for this, our sources are going deep undercover. If the White House  found out they were talking to me, they'd not just be fired, but they'd  probably be sued to. They're telling me it was the First Daughter, Abby,  who was doing the nasty with Lance. And was doing it so loudly and so  lewdly that the Russian president who was listening thought our country  was getting ready to go to war.

That's right. Turns out America's Sweetheart isn't so much of a  sweetheart but a sexpot. Which just goes to show that you shouldn't  believe everything that those in power are telling you. Who knows what  deep, dark secrets they could be hiding?

But fear not, citizens of Gotham, because Amanda Adams is always  listening and always ready to spell the juiciest, dirtiest, nastiest  secret for your enjoyment and pleasure. And it looks like Lance is going  to be coming home to daddy so that means we're going to be extra busy.

Which means, batten the hatches, New Yorkers, and hide your daughters.  Lance Anders is coming back to town after being away for four years. He  and his father have been rumored to not get along; it's doubtful even  that Hizzoner went to Yale for his son's graduation ceremony, seeing as  Mayor Anders was in Moscow at that time.

So, it's going to be an interesting summer, to say the least. Till we  find more, this is Amanda Adams signing off. Keep your ears open, New  York.