Chapter 7

With nothing to balance herself with, and trying to escape the ass agony she was experiencing, Sarah didn’t resist moving forward, causing her mouth to sink deeper onto Bad Haircut’s cock until she felt it start pushing into her throat, gagging her.

It was this classic position, the spit roast, that Secret Service agents came upon. They saw the President’s daughter getting raped by two bums and shouted out “Freeze! Secret Service!”

Pock Mark and Bad Haircut, both sex-deprived for many years, had no intentions of letting anyone interfere with their sex fest with this hot slut. They quickly withdrew from the girl and went for guns that were within short reach of the mattress.

Both were shot dead immediately by the sharpshooters.

“Noooooooooooooooooo!!!” shouted Sarah, seeing the two White donors dead around her. She immediately dove on one cock, trying to see if she could coax the White out from the still-hard appendage before it was too late for him, and her.

As one Secret Service agent alerted his superior that the First Daughter was now safe, two others went and got her, pulling her off the corpse while she called them every curse word she could think of, while another gathered up her clothes.

I found my wife in our private study. She wasn’t reading briefs, or talking to constituents or party members. She wasn’t making notes for memoirs, or even using her iPad to keep up on the news.

She was curled up on the sofa in the fetal position, eyes scrunched closed, crumpled tissue in hand. Broke my heart.

I sat down next to her and at the weight shift in the cushion her eyes opened in alarm and she started to bolt upwards.

“It’s okay, babe ... Sarah’s safe, they found her. The White, it struck early with her this time but she’s safe.” Tears sprung to her eyes as a smile broke across her face, like the dawn of a new day. We hugged, silently.

“Jack,” she said quietly, pulling back just a bit, “something has to be done. It’s so dangerous out there for women, but also men. Some of my contacts have told me that there are gangs of women now, roaming the streets, looking for stray men.

They mostly prey on homeless men, but they’ll attack any man they find. They’ll...” she trailed off, looking for the right word in this intimate moment that we were sharing, “ ... drain them, and if he can’t supply enough of the White, there are reports of castration, seeking more White from the source. It’s terrible.”

I knew she was right, but, I also knew that there were very few options. I suspect that she knew that too, but in this emotional moment, there was little to do but agree with her and console her.

“I’m trying, babe. I am. I just wish I could come up with a solid plan. I’m pissed that I don’t have the answer, and...” she cut me off with a kiss on the lips. Pulling back, she looked at my eyes, seeking some answer.

She must have found what she was looking for, as she kissed me again, this time harder, with more passion, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I felt her hand press up against my crotch. This I wasn’t expecting, and despite the early morning ball-draining by my niece, my cock started to respond in the normal fashion.

“Make love to me, Jack,” she said, off my lips again but having moved her face to the side of mine, her breath warm against my ears. My body quivered with desire. I may have been supplying the White for my fair share of females, but my one true love was this woman.