Madame President Korean Dictator

This story is a work of fiction. Any semblance to actual persons or real world events is 100% purely coincidental, I promise. No cap.

The year is 2019, and the first female President of the United States has agreed to meet with the Supreme Leader of South Korea.

Before dipping her toes into politics, Lisanne Troth was most famously an underwear model. Early into the election cycle, Senator Arlene Gibson, the opposing party's own female nominee, created a smear campaign where hundreds of Lisanne Troth's sex tapes and nude photos were leaked to the public. This ended up backfiring greatly. It skyrocketed the already-popular supermodel to new heights in the eyes of horny men throughout the country. Gibson even tried to mitigate her mistake by "accidentally" releasing her own nude photos and sex tapes, but it was too late, the damage had already been done. America had elected a lingerie model as their first female President.

Now, Madame President had just landed in Air Force One and was prepared to meet with the leader of South Korea outside the capitol building. Unlike the jolly, Michelin Man-esque President up North, Im-Seong Eun was a ruthless tyrant. He was simultaneously the most feared and beloved man in the entire country.

Lisanne stopped at the bottom of the Assembly Hall's staircase. Everywhere around her, her bodyguards and cabinet members shuffled into position. A large group of reporters on the sidelines began to mutter things to each other as the Supreme Leader slowly descended the staircase.

Im-Seong Eun looked young enough to be in his late twenties or early thirties, something impressive for a man twice that age. His appearance was nearly identical to the Singaporean model Chuando Tan, except for the massive scar streaking down his left cheek and white prosthetic eye. Im-Seong was a veteran and he wore his scars with pride.

He met his American counterpart at the foot of the staircase. Both world leaders were 5'11, but Lisanne hovered a few inches above him with heels on. Lisanne reached out to formally greet him. Im-Seong responded with a kiss on the hand. This caused the surrounding news crew to gasp and mumble even louder. The non-stop shuttering of cameras flooded the air like a swarm of locusts as the paparazzi captured this historic moment on film.

Im-Seong led the lady President deep into his private office away from any outside influence. He asked his guest to take a seat on his sofa, while he poured her a glass of luxury soju. Im-Seong relaxed on the sofa directly next to the President, raising a glass of his own. He casually folded his arm out across the backrest of the sofa, just above the lady President's shoulders, while the two drank together.

"You know, Lisanne, this is my favorite brand. I'm glad I had the opportunity to share it with you," Im-Seong spoke to her in flawless English. The dictator never needed to take an IQ test, since none of his followers would ever doubt his intelligence, but most conservative estimates placed him at around 227. He had just passed the CPE test the night before.

"Lisanne?" the President scoffed, though she was slightly embarrassed by hearing her name coming from the handsome dictator's throat, "I didn't know you and I were on a first-name basis, Mr. Supreme Leader. Should I call you Eun then?"

"Fair enough, call me Eun," he said with a smug grin, before downing the rest of his drink. Though Lisanne intended to tease the dictator by calling him his first name, he responded unexpectedly. Between her failed attempt at mockery and the powerful soju, the President started to grow flustered.

"Well then, Eun, surely you didn't make me fly all the way out here just to crack open a soju," the President redirected the conversation, "What is it you wanted to discuss with me so badly?"

"Ah, I almost forgot," the Supreme Leader paused to pour himself more soju, "Tell me why I shouldn't blow you all to kingdom come."

Lisanne choked on her drink. She coughed up a few drops of it onto the marble floor. The President was already flustered by the man before, but now she was staring at him in shock, with eyes the size of dinner plates. Lisanne waited for a smile, a laugh, anything. Instead, he calmly sipped his soju, not a shred of emotion on his blank face.

After several seconds, she finally mustered up the will to speak, "Y-you... You're serious?"

"You thought I was joking?" the dictator turned to look at her with his good eye, his face still completely expressionless. "It's no secret that our two nations have shared a tumultuous history. But, I am not the same man my father was, nor my grandfather. If you can tell me why I should seek peace with your country, do so immediately."

Lisanne was still in shock. This one meeting determined the fate of her entire country. This megalomaniac had just threatened millions of innocent lives, and her choice of words would be the only thing that could protect them from annihilation.

American men had the choice between signing their lives away to either the U.S. Senator, who was a former lawyer and PhD, or an underwear model, and they chose the underwear model. Now her 2 decades of experience, posing in lacy thongs would be the only tool she had to stop this monster.

Lisanne couldn't bite her tongue any longer she needed to act, "Umm, surely there are a multitude of ways the U.S. can show our support to your nation. Ever since I took office, our economy has been great, the absolute greatest we've seen in generations, no doubt! We are the world's largest exporter of food, as well, you know. Perhaps we could offer fresh produce to your people in exchange for your loyalty."

"Then it seems our countries are more alike than I thought," the dictator chuckled, "True Korea has, without a doubt, the finest economy in the world. My countrymen have plenty of food and resources already. In fact, my men are getting too fat! They have too much food! ...But, I'm sure that a surplus of food wouldn't hurt though. Nothing wrong with emergency rations..."

"Then that's perfect!" Lisanne's eyes lit up.

The two world leaders continued discussing their trade deals until reaching an agreement.

Im-Seong brought their discussion to closure, "So then, it's settled, in exchange for our loyalty, the U.S. will offer my people 1000 tons of food each month, 10,000 barrels of oil, ammunition, 300 million dollars every month, and..."

"...And?" the U.S. President was confused.

"And, you will offer me your body on a silver platter," Im-Seong stared at her with a blank expression.

Despite his aggression, this wouldn't have been the first time Lisanne had heard a demand like this from a business partner before. Lisanne worked in the modeling business before she made her career shift into politics, so she had been exposed to plenty of HR-triggering perverts in her day. However, Im-Seong was a different case. Unlike the usual fat, disgusting "Rand Snyder" and "Barney Reinstein" types she met as a model. Im-Seong was fit to be a model himself, with the mentality of a warrior, and the scars to match.

The President spoke carefully to avoid tripping over her own words, "Mr. Supreme Leader, I am already... happily married."

Back home, Lisanne still had the First Gentleman, Douglas Labeau. Troth kept her maiden name after she married.

Like most supermodels, Lisanne was a gold digger. Douglas was an obese, wrinkly, old geezer, with wispy gray hair, and a massive schnozz and ears. He had the appearance of a humanoid elephant. Her husband had a bad habit of dozing off during her speeches, earning him the nickname "Sleepy Doug."

"So?" Im-Seong stared at her more, "You think I'm not as well? When was the last time one of your male predecessors hesitated to cheat on his spouse with another woman?"

The President paused to think about it. He made a good point.

When she and Doug first married, when she was 18, the old clown wanted to fuck the shit out of her every night. After 20 years with him, the pair had reached near absolute bed death. As Doug grew older his interest in sex quickly diminished, whereas now in her late 30's, Lisanne's sexual appetite had only grown to new heights. Sometimes it felt like Lisanne practically had to beg Doug to touch her.

The dictator wrapped his arm around his would-be mistress, from over the headrest, which almost made her jump in excitement.

"Madame President, Lisanne, your whole country knows you are the most beautiful woman in the world. That beauty is your country's greatest natural resource, unlike any other. That's why I wish to shake more than just our hands for the sake of diplomacy. Forge this bond with me, and our nations will become unbreakable allies," as the dictator flirted with her, he stared into her soul with his remaining good eye. Im-Seong brought the lady's hand to his lips a second time. His beautiful brown eye, sweet words, and kisses made her heart flutter.

The truth was, hearing Im-Seong make demands for her body had her soaked. Lisanne won the Presidency due to the entire country lusting after her, and yet, ironically, she couldn't retain the attention of her own husband. Her pussy had been drier than the Sahara for years, and this Korean warlord had just summoned the rain.

"If it's to serve my country... I suppose it must be done," Lisanne did her best to sound as neutral and unenthusiastic as possible.

Lisanne took the initiative and stood up without being asked. She started by removing her blazer, standing before the dictator in just her pencil skirt, white button-up, and heels. She slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground to show off her long, bare legs in all their glory. Her white shirt contrasted greatly against her tanned skin and was just barely long enough to cover the crotch of her panties. Her fingers crawled down the front of her shirt, unlatching every button, one by one, until her matching lingerie set was fully on display for Im-Jeong to enjoy.

Lisanne was wearing the prototype for her next viral marketing campaign, "Troth Liberty Lingerie." The President's main female voter base consisted of middle-aged, married, Caucasian women, like herself. The Troth administration had plans to release the Liberty Lingerie set, next year, at the start of the election season. It would make the perfect gift for her majority white male supporters to give to their wives, and for her white female supporters to buy to show off to their husbands.

The underwear set consisted of a sheer, gold, strapless, wireless bandeau top, one that left her bronze nipples on display, and the bottoms, golden tanga panties, with a thong backside. The top of her panties, and bottom hem of her bra each were lined with an American flag pattern. And on the crotch of her tanga panties, a small, golden "T" logo.

Ironically, despite how Lisanne planned to market her lingerie set, she doubted Douglas would give her any attention, even if he saw her in the golden garments. For Im-Seong, this couldn't have been further from the case. The Supreme Leader had completely lost his cool demeanor and was staring at the President's panty-clad body in awe, slack-jawed, nearly drooling.

Lisanne felt a renewed sense of self-confidence that she had lost years ago. Now that she had the upper hand, the hypnotized dictator of South Korea panting like a dog from seeing her in just her patriotic skivvies, jewelry, and high heels, it was finally her who was in control. Lisanne immediately started to wonder what type of demands she could make, now that Im-Jeong was putty in her hands. Perhaps adding South Korea to the long list of U.S. territories?

"Perfect, you look beautiful, Lisanne," Im-Seong Eun smiled, "Now on your knees."

Lisanne was so used to being told what to do by her male superiors that she instantly obeyed without question. Lisanne initially thought she had hypnotized the dictator with her beauty when in reality the one who had been hypnotized was her.

She had grown so used to fat, ugly bastards like Reinstein, Snyder, and her husband ordering her around, that as soon as the handsome Im-Seong ordered her to pleasure him, she leaped at the opportunity. Hearing the handsome dictator call her by her first name, and calling her beautiful, both in the same sentence, sent her hopelessly romantic heart into overdrive as well.

Lisanne Troth's relationship with Douglas had begun this same way, believe it or not. He used to be one of her many superiors that was overly friendly, often greeting her at work, during her lingerie shoots, with hugs and shoulder rubs, always being sure to take a deep sniff of her hair. Labeau, like most men in power, prefers 'em young, and the older he got, the more this became true. Lisanne joined the industry as soon as she turned 18, and Douglas was instantly making demands of her

The 18-year-old Lisanne quickly graduated from one of the rich, old man's many victims, to his mistress, to his wife, after his previous wife found out he was cheating on her with a woman half her age. Five months after their wedding, Lisanne gave birth to Douglas Junior, who would grow up to be equally as tubby and lazy as his father.

Before she even turned 19, Lisanne was already a supermodel and a mother, but her ambitions were even bigger than this. She knew that as soon as she turned 35, she would become the first female President of the United States.

To honor her late father's memory, a hard-working Irish immigrant man, when she took office, Lisanne refused to take the Labeau family name. Douglas, who would normally be peeved having his family name rejected in such a manner received a softened blow to his ego due to having a pregnant supermodel wife. At this stage in her career, Lisanne had made the temporary shift to modeling maternity underwear and nursing bras.

And now, while her husband was back home in the White House, snoring through this historical, televised event, Lisanne Troth was making herself the dominion of a powerful Korean warrior.

Troth unlatched his belt, leaving the dictator, in just his luxury boxer briefs, his massive, throbbing hard-on straining against the fabric. It had been an eternity since Lisanne had seen a cock that she didn't need to go spelunking beneath rolls of fat to find. Lisanne paused to admire the outline of the Korean dragon with her fingers, as well as the muscularity of his legs.

Eventually, Troth grew too impatient to just keep teasing the South Korean missile with her fingertips; she needed to see it in all its golden glory. Lisanne pulled his boxer briefs down to the floor, and the Supreme Leader's finest soldier saluted her, standing tall and proud in the name of his country.

Lisanne was now fully in heat. She measured the length of his Huanglong with her tanned face, forehead to chin. Im-Seong had blessed her with multiple kisses, now it was her turn to return the favor. Lisanne did her best to pamper the dragon like a beloved pet snake, petting it with her fingers, giving it numerous kisses, and finally wrapping it with her lips for a warm mouth cuddle. The last blowjob Lisanne had given was to her husband's mushroom penis, years ago, so she had to be careful not to choke this time.

When Lisanne gazed up with her big blue eyes, throat deep on his shaft, she expected to be met with his handsome, scarred face, but instead, it was the flicker of his cell phone lens.

The dragon slithered out from her throat with a moist "pop!"

"Hey!" Lisanne protested.

"Oh, can I not film you?" the dictator asked smugly, "I remember you agreeing to do whatever I say."

"Okay..." Lisanne verbally retreated, sheepishly, "But these images better not find their way online somehow! It would be a press nightmare! Gibson would have a field day with me in 2020!"

"Of course not," the Supreme Leader assured her, "It's for Eun's eyes only. I'm not keen on letting other people see what belongs to me."

Lisanne loved to hear men get possessive. She went berserk on his dick with her throat in all her excitement.

With her experience in deep throating, the President made quick work of all his stamina. Six hot ropes of his Korean babybatter basted the roof of her mouth.

Lisanne let out an audible, "Ahh," showing the dictator the fruits of her labor. The strongest man in South Korea had his swimmers nesting atop her taste buds. Her bottom row teeth were like the edges of a swimming pool filled with glue. Lisanne mopped up any of the spillovers from her lips and chin, shoveling the delicious vanilla bingsu back into its rightful home.

In one large, loud gulp, billions of Im-Seong's royal sperm found their resting place inside her stomach acid. Another, "Ahh," serenaded his eardrums, as Lisanne flicked her tongue around her open, empty mouth.

"Did I do a good job, Sir?" Lisanne was used to babytalking to everyone she pleased. She peered up into his handsome face with her big, blue eyes. The dictator had caught the whole thing on video.

"That's a Good Girl," Im-Seong stroked her natural, platinum blonde hair. This made the President purr like a little orange kitten, and want to wag her tail like a loyal golden retriever.

"But your work isn't done yet, my Good Girl," the Korean dictator informed her, "My Good Girl still needs to offer Daddy her pussy. I'm going to breed you."

Lisanne was shocked. She thought the dictator barely spoke English. "Daddy, "Good Girl," "Breed," how did he manage to figure out so many of her trigger words? He was too hot for her to handle. It was wrecking her brain.

"Yes... Daddy," Lisanne responded, obediently, "Your Good Girl is going to give Daddy her entire naked body."

Lisanne knew Im-Seong, the tyrant, wouldn't be the type of man to wear condoms, but she figured there would be no harm, as long as she could order the Secret Service to pick up some Plan B for her.

Lisanne had tried calling Douglas "Daddy" in the bedroom before. Between the ages of 18 to 25 he thought it was cute and would play along. Now that she was a full-grown woman, however, if she tried, she would simply be met with a confused or disgusted look from him.

She stood up, peeling the sheer bra over her head, and letting it drop to the floor. Laying fully naked in tanning beds had turned her naturally pink nips into a beautiful hue of bronze and just as solid. Seeing this, Im-Seong's soldier saluted her once more.

"Aww... Does Daddy like seeing his Good Girl's B-cup titties?" Lisanne teased, giving both her girls a squeeze in either hand, "Gibson and her cronies always bullied me, saying hers were bigger," The president pouted in a way unfit for a 38-year-old, much less a world leader.

Soon after, she flipped around, showing off her tanned rump to the Supreme Leader of South Korea. She let her cheeks wobble a bit, twerking in her star-spangled thong. Then slowly, she bent over, peeling the sticky gold fabric down her snatch, leaving behind trails of ooze. The President of the United States stood completely naked before the South Korean dictator, not a single strand of clothing besides her jewelry and high-heeled shoes.

"Do you like it, Daddy?" she whimpered, "Your Good Girl is completely naked now, exclusively for you. Daddy is the only man who gets to see his Good Little Girl naked, as you requested." The more her trigger words were repeated, the wetter her pussy became.

Lisanne, still hunched over, placed her hands on either cheek and spread, "My tight, little pussy is so wet for you right now, Daddy, Sir. It wants to kiss your big Korean cock sooo badly... Will you let me have your cock, Daddy? Please!" Im-Seong was still filming and got a closeup of her dripping wet, pink pussy.

"Not yet, my princess. Daddy still needs you to swear an oath for him." Im-Seong had made several women swear an oath of loyalty to him before in this exact office, ambassadors from foreign countries, his own cabinet members, and various K-pop and K-drama idols visiting from across the border. Even the NBA superstar, Denise Rodain, who is known by many as the most beautiful and talented woman in sports, was on her knees, completely naked, several times, while proudly declaring her absolute subservience to him, with the dictator happily filming every word. Without Rodain's contribution to the NBA, the MNBA would quickly go bankrupt, having no way to financially support itself. Im-Seong had several gigabytes worth of videos and pictures saved of every woman he'd ever been within this office, and now the U.S. President was about to join the ranks.