Chapter 2

“Honey ... could you free Cuba, too, you know, get rid of Castro?” Sabrina Ruiz-Drake now asked me, much to my amusement.

“Absolutely! In fact... !” I winked at Sabrina while swatting her tush.

I redrew the map now to incorporate Cuba, Jamaica, Haiti, Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic, the Caymans, Grenada, Aruba, Barbados, the Bahamas, etc. into one entity: the Dominion of United Islands. I then selected Hector Elizondo to run the place, in his capacity as Captain-General of the Dominion. I figured that the actor wouldn’t live forever, of course, but he might surprise people, and while he lived, he’d be more than capable of doing the job. Cuba’s Communist days weren’t the only bad relics of the past to be terminated at last, including Puerto Rico’s second-class citizenship in the former United States and Haiti’s history of corrupt regimes and abject poverty.

“Thank you, papi! Now, let me taste Tang on your dong!” Sabrina sucked me for several seconds to lick up every last trace of her sister-wife’s pussy juices on my dick.

“Hey, don’t forget me, honey!” Stephanie planted a serious lip lock on me, not that I minded, of course.

“Steph, your husband is so fucking good! His mouth feels like Heaven!” Tang announced, reveling in the swipes of Remy’s tongue as he lived up to his name by rimming her.

“Yeah, he’s fantastic! So, are you ready to fuck me yet, Mr. President?” Stephanie asked me.

Not waiting for an answer, she pushed me down, climbed on top of me, and shoved her bouncy tits in my face.

“Apparently so!” I laughed as the reporter got busy sliding up and down on my stiff cock, which thickened more than ever as I impaled her.

“So, can my hubby fuck Sabrina while Tang sits on his face?” Stephanie inquired now, not that she doubted the answer.

“Well, he may, but that you already knew! Just ride me, honey! Less talk, more strokes!” I teased Stephanie about her poor grammar as I grabbed her cheeks in my hands and squeezed them playfully.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Your wish is my command!” Stephanie declared as she let her breasts swing and hit me in the face while riding me good and hard.

It was the first time that I had ever been intimate with Steph, of course, but boy did she live up to my expectations. All teasing aside, the ginger was full of heat, of fire, of lust, of desire, her slippery wet snatch quite warm and welcoming as she took me deeper inside her body. Her lovely bosom pleased me as her breasts continued swaying back and forth in front of me. Her ass was truly a sensual delight to my hands as I caressed it, parting those buns repeatedly to toy with the outside of her backdoor. Far from complaining, Steph creamed herself more than once, making her slit even wetter and juicier on my throbbing cock.

Remy, meanwhile, was in his own personal paradise for certain, getting the chance to devour Tang’s fine butt-crack while Sabrina straddled him and took him far inside her twat. His eagerness to please mirrored theirs, mine, and that of all of the rest of us. He imitated me enthusiastically, putting his hands on Sabrina’s booty, something that she enjoyed thoroughly, at least judging from the way that she came in response to his touch. One thing was clear: if he was a cuckold, he wasn’t the cliche kind who was faithful and chaste while his wife spread her wings (and other parts of herself). He got some strange and knew what to do with it, too.

As for me, well, Becca didn’t take too much longer to plant her ass in my face and offer me a chance to lick a Maliseet bottom. The brunette knew exactly what she was doing, of course, as she was well aware by now that I wouldn’t go soft. I could and would rebound as many times as I wished, and so I would so prong her just as hard as I rammed Stephanie, Tang, and Sabrina. Her buttocks and her crack were both very slick and sweet, while her twat smelled strongly of Oswald’s cum from after he spent himself inside her earlier.

Speaking of Oswald, he clearly needed to recover a bit, so we let him sit and watch one of his lovers get her bottom licked while the licker fucked another woman cowgirl-style. He had a really gregarious smile on his face, perhaps due to knowing that he would soon get a turn with another woman, though he obviously enjoyed the sight of my tongue swiping across Becca’s booty. The sight of Steph riding me didn’t hurt, either, nor of threesome between Tang, Soyon, and Remy.

Being watched was certainly enough to get Stephanie off, at least in addition to being taken, so she creamed herself rather eagerly on my prick. Her extra juices helped make her pussy even wetter, sloppier, and more inviting, making the final strokes spur me to the imminent orgasm. I spilled my seed inside Steph while sliding my tongue along Becca’s butt-crack and driving her wild enough to belong on a nature show. Both women collapsed on top of me, each kissing me hungrily on the mouth and tangling tongues with me as well as each other.

“Mmmm ... your ass is so fucking sweet, babe!” Steph told Becca as we rose.

The three of us watched the other trio cum together, Tang first, then Sabrina, and finally, Remy. That was when the Fae reminded us that it had been watching, too. Then again, I wasn’t likely to forget about that.

“Not bad, I must say. Human mating practices are quite fascinating, especially in terms of so much physical exertion. All in all, it’s actually beautiful once you get used to the noises, which I am by now. It sounds as if you have the start to your core group, at least, though you’re far from done with it. However, I must notify you that we have company on its way. Your new Secret Service details are coming here, since you haven’t disbanded said organization yet. They no longer have to protect the former POTUS, after all, nor the former FLOTUS, or the rest of the former First Family. They were sent here in a rush. This seems to be the de facto capital of Draconia, after all, at least for now,” the Fae informed me now.

“Oh, yes, time for the Thirteenth Decree, then. Bangor, Maine is the capital of the Federation of Draconia, no question of that. Also, the Fourteenth Decree, namely that the Secret Service, Royal Canadian Mounted Police, Mexican federal police agencies, FBI, DEA, U.S. Marshals, ATF, CBP, ICE, and all other paramilitary federal police agencies are now one institution: the Federal Police Service, or FPS for short. Remy, that’s your post now. You’re the Commissar of Federal Police. I know that you’ve only been a lieutenant in the Sheriff’s Department, but those days are over. I can trust you more than most and you have real law enforcement experience. When the details arrive, they’ll answer directly to you,” I instructed Remy, who was tickled pink at his new appointment.

“I’m going to enjoy wearing that uniform, among other perks of the job,” Remy laughed, just as the knock came at the door and Tang rushed to answer it as one of my wives and thus an official hostess.

No fewer than three Secret Service details all arrived at the house, the Special Agent In Charge being an agent named Davis Ellis. Ellis was a tall, lean, muscular fellow with a rather prickly mustache and an even pricklier disposition, but he seemed rather efficient, to put it mildly. He took the news about Remy being his ultimate boss very well in stride, especially as it would cut down on jurisdictional conflicts (or turf wars as some call them) in the future. He was also far from fazed by the nudity or signs of orgiastic activity.

“Nothing that I didn’t see with the Donald, sir. I won’t say more than that ... well, the rumors don’t cover half of it, Mr. President. Not even close. So, anyone absolutely forbidden contact with you, sir?” Ellis probed, a bit antsy because he tented his pants and didn’t like how unprofessional it looked.