Chapter 12

“It’s still weird, being in the White House, fucking the President of the United States on her own bed, no less!” I chuckled as I reamed Nancy but good in her private quarters.

“Yes, well, think of it this way ... I beat that OTHER Nancy who wanted to be President and now never will, since she had to resign the Speakership to make way for me. I’m gonna love being the Leader of the Free World and the first female POTUS! You have to admit, I’m a lot better looking than most Presidents! Imagine my picture on the twenty dollar bill ... I hope that it’s naked when they put it there! Imagine my Presidential Library, too!” Nancy laughed as she took it deeper inside her slick and gooey twat.

“I still recall the look on the face of the Duchess of Sussex when you personally whispered your invitation to both the Duke and she to an orgy. Didn’t you mention something about how much you wanted to ‘eat that sweet ass’ of hers? I was surprised that she didn’t blush more, both Harry and she. She might have been in Hollywood for years, but she never met a President who offered to rim her in the past, I wager. No one would have dared,” I smirked.

“Well, she could use a good rimjob. It might loosen whatever stick she has stuck up her bum. I don’t recall if she was like that in ‘Suits,’ but she’s definitely become snooty enough in her own way. And they call me a fucking ice queen!” Chelsea Hughes-Feldman, yes, now my legal wife, declared as she sucked me between strokes inside Nancy.

“Are you volunteering?” I teased my sweet English bride, still very much a porn star, I might add.

“Gladly and twice on Sunday. She really has a rather fantastic looking arse, anyway. You know me. I’m all about the bum, male and female alike,” Chelsea winked while Monica spread her cheeks to dine on her culo.

“Well, her ass is to die for, I must confess!” Anna Kendrick spoke up before she resumed sucking my balls.

“No kidding!” Nicky agreed as her own bottom was licked by Robert Downey, Jr.

“So, have you fucked any of your Secret Service agents yet?” I teased the new President while plowing her even harder.

“Oh, hell, yes ... and their spouses! Met them, fucked them, made them fuck me in turn, and now I don’t know who the baby Daddy is ... could be any one of the men who swore to take bullets for me, or the husbands of the women who did. Thanks to that whole ... fertility rule, I am now the first ever pregnant POTUS, guys! Congratulate me! Also thanks to that rule, sooner or later, you know that Meghan Markle will surrender the booty ... to someone,” Nancy gloated as she showed me the positive results of her home pregnancy test.

“Just wait until someone asks you to tell them the name of the father, right?” Thea laughed as she licked Nancy’s butt again.

“I’ll be blunt and tell them that I don’t know and don’t care. I will tell them that I got gang-banged and won’t disclose any names, anyway, especially with so many of the dudes being married men. Why does it matter? I’m a first. The first woman President. The first pregnant POTUS. The first to be an Amarillo debutante. The first to have a threesome with her own parents. Yep, that happened at last. Well, it became a foursome once I dragged Tara here into it,” Nancy told us as she fondled Tara Reid’s tush.

“The first to hit on a British royal, at least so brazenly,” I taunted Nancy, even as I spilled my load into her slippery snatch and Anna dove in to clean me up.

“Well, I did get Prince Charles to fuck Tara at least. He was a bit stunned that he couldn’t resist her, but hey, she was hyperfertile. You know the rules. And now she’s knocked up by a Windsor. The world will just have to deal with it, including the royals. Naturally, given a certain wish, he hasn’t caught any grief over it at all. In fact, he’s been praised for helping preserve the seed royal, you know. Say, what was the pick-up line you used, Tara, honey?” Nancy asked her again.

“I said that my favorite treat was ‘Mountain Dew,’ to which he reacted, ‘the beverage?’ I said, no, as in ‘mount and do me.’ And he did. He mounted me. And did me. And it wasn’t just once, either. His Royal Highness is over seventy, but he slammed into me and humped me like nobody’s business. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl ... we fucked a minimum of nine or ten times. I lost count, in fact. In his own private bedroom, with Camilla, the Duchess of Cornwall, egging him on, cheering us, telling him to, and I quote her verbatim here, ‘make a little Yank with that sweet little blonde Hollywood tart for Gladys, Georgie!’

“So, yeah ... others might villify him or whatever, but I actually like the old codger and hope that he does become King. I could then honestly say that I’m the President’s sex slave and the King’s baby mama both at once. I don’t know if Camilla was a cuckquean before, but she is now, I dare say. That kind of thing seems to stick once it takes, doesn’t it?” Tara winked at me as I recalled several recent instances where I had fucked wives in front of husbands to the enthusiastic applause of the latter.

“I wouldn’t be shocked by that, no, come to think of it,” I laughed while grabbing Esperanza to fuck her in turn.

Wow, my stamina really had grown exponentially!

“Don’t forget us!” Jack and Eden declared after finishing their own little quickie ... if by quickie, you mean twenty minutes.

By current standards and trends, it might well count as a quickie nowadays.

“Yes, well, I have further news for you, babe,” I heard Lucy’s voice again.

“Lucy!” I smiled and pulled the Devil Herself closer for a steamy tongue kiss.

“Oh, honey, I love how glad you are to see me ... constantly! Always the kisses, the hugs, the smiles for me ... never the condemnation or judgment or complaints. You’re really quite the amorous sort, at least when it comes to those who you love, aren’t you? Anyway, I’ve opted to give you ... three bonus wishes, mostly because, well, you’re such a stud and you’ve gone out of your way to push my agenda here on Earth. The way I see it, you deserve these bonuses as rewards, if nothing else,” Satan assured me with her snake tongue slithering in and out of my ear.

“I live to serve my Dark Lady, the Queen of Hell, the Princess of Darkness,” I told her with more amorous kisses, “but since you’re offering wishes, here’s my first. No more ecological disaster. None. All of man’s environmental follies to be cleaned up and yesterday. No more acidification of the oceans, no more erosion of the topsoil, no more global warming, no more damn ozone depletion, etc. I’m tired of this albatross that I would have to try in vain to clean up once I finally become President.”

“So far, I like this list. Do continue, my love!” Satan actually hung on my every word like a lovestruck schoolgirl.

That was when it hit me. Damn ... the Devil ... Lucy, was in love ... WITH ME! Or at least had a big time crush on me. What was so special about me, when the last person she adored that much was Jehovah Himself, and he had brutally rejected her advances? This was beyond my ability to grasp, or so it felt. Why should the very Devil Herself have a romantic attachment to a mere mortal such as I?

“Okay, then ... no more STIs, including HIV, HPV, etc. at all. None. Period. All gone. All cured. That removes the other big excuse for prudery that society maintains, the fear of infection. No one and I do mean no one will ever get infected by such vile diseases again. That takes care of my second bonus wish,” I grinned now, knowing that the Devil caught on to my purpose: to eliminate any of the grounds used to condemn sexual promiscuity.

“And the third wish?” Lucy perked up at this point, even as she began licking my chest.

“My own ... private or personal army ... of demons or lost souls or whatever. Whatever army you can scrounge up, at least ten thousand strong. So, in the future, if anyone ever asks me, ‘you and what army?’ I can tell them, ‘this army right here.’ One never knows when my own private army can come in handy, you know. I just want my own little private army that serves and obeys me directly and personally, you know. I want them visible, too, wherever I go. To get to me, people will have to get through my army and the security it provides,” I said as I watched Lucy get a certain gleam in her eyes.