The Slutty First Lady and Her Virgin Daughter
First Lady Diamond Alexander
I was so wet to fuck the owner of the inn, Mister Ken. Just the sight of him standing naked in the lobby of his resort had my pussy melting. I thought this was going to be a boring environmental convention I had to pretend to care about.
Climate change was the best issue to get the dumb masses frightened and scared so they would give up more their freedoms to the elites. Plus, there was a lot of money to be made in "green" energy products. It was making my husband, the president, filthy rich. We would leave office with even more money.
Why else become president if not to enrich ourselves?
"Follow me, Madam First Lady," said Ken as he turned to head to the front desk. "And the darling First Daughter, too."
Oh, right, he wanted to fuck my mousy, embarrassing daughter. Portia was eighteen and dressed like she had a future as a nun. My daughter was dressed in this baggy and disgusting shirt and jeans. I never should have let her dress herself. That was a mistake. She had her glasses on, too.
She never wore her contacts.
Still, she had looked up from her book. Had something finally sparked excitement in her? A glimmer of interest. We needed her to be sharp on the father's re-election next year. At eighteen, she could reach the youth voters. Especially young women. They were particularly dumb and easy to get out and vote for whatever issue was in.
Young men were too lazy, just playing video games and not caring.
My husband was being distracted by the bimbo-maids with their tits falling out of their skimpy outfits. I knew he would be fucking them. He had his affairs—I had mine. We just had to be discrete. This place, though...
Reporters were taking pictures of us. They would know I would fuck Mister Ken. It felt so right in this resort. Any woman was his to enjoy. Any pussy was his for the plucking. I was so excited that he wanted me. Of course, he did.
I was the hottest first lady ever. Barbara Bush was a hag. Michelle Obama was mannish. Hillary Clinton had a laugh that shriveled every cock. I mean, why else was Bill sticking his dick in every intern he could get his hands on? I was hotter than Melania Trump without being a Russian mail-order bride, and
Doctor
Jill Biden. Please. That hag was as dried up as Barbara Bush.
Diamond Alexander would go down as the hottest fucking first lady ever.
We entered the back office, passing a desk, and into a bedroom. A huge bedroom with multiple beds. Lots and lots of them. Did all the bimbos sleep in here? It was empty save for Ken. The Island stud turned around, his cock massive.
I mean, I had fucked a few Black guys, but him...
My pussy was utterly wet.
My daughter gasped, her hands clamping over her mouth. She trembled in her baggy, mousy clothes. Finally, some damned interest from the girl. Mister Ken flicked his eyes over us, nodding to us then grinned broader.
"Ladies, why aren't you both naked?" he said. "I can't play host to the First Lady and First Daughter with your clothes on, can I?"
"No, you cannot," I said and turned around. "Unzip me."
"Gladly, Madam First Lady," he said. "I've never cucked a president before."
"Mmm, going to cuck the leader of the free world," I moaned. "And take his daughter's virginity."
"I've been looking forward to it," said Mister Ken as he drew down the zipper of my dress. "She's going to squeal on my cock. Just like you."
"Yes," I whimpered as he finished unzipping me.
I turned around and pushed off my dress. He grinned at me as my big, fake tits came into view. I had the best plastic surgeons of Argentina—they had the best in the world—enhance my breasts. With them, I had my husband wrapped around my little finger.
I whispered policy into his ear. People whined that my ideas weren't popular. How I loathed the people. Democracy was such a bad idea. He flicked his eyes up and down me. I was down to my thong. He grinned at me, staring at my cunt with heat in his eyes.
My daughter was pulling off her baggy clothes. She had on the most boring bra that almost flattened out her breasts. They were small anyway. Barely B's. She wouldn't let me pay to enhance them, either. If she had those girls out on the campaign trail, she could get some of those idiot young men horny enough to vote for us.
Well, I would have to do that. They could drool over my body. Imagining doing to me exactly what Mister Ken was right now.
My daughter's panties looked like they came out of a value pack at Walmart of all places. I had to go to a Walmart on the campaign trail. So dirty. I felt like I would get a disease, and everyone was so fat. These disgusting pigs that were slobbering over me.
My daughter took off her bra as I peeled off my thong. I had a shaved pussy that dripped with my excitement. I liked to be bare down there. To be fresh. There was this Navy steward that ate me out at the White House. He wore his white uniform and gloves, looking so formal, as he buried his head beneath my skirt to feast on my cunt. He had a mustache.
It felt incredible on my pussy lips.
My daughter had a wild bush. Of course. She didn't know how to groom herself. Her small nipples poked out hard, her brown hair spilling around her shoulders. She didn't inherit my natural blonde tresses, sadly. Mousy brown for a plain girl.
"Very, very nice," said Mister Ken. His golden-brown hands cupped my pale tits. He squeezed them. I loved the feel of his fingers digging into them. "Oh, that's just perfect. I love them!"
I was so glad to hear that. It made me so excited. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs. He ducked his head down and suckled on my nipple. I groaned as he did that. My face twisted with the delight of this moment. His tongue danced around my bud.
I shuddered as he did that. He suckled on me with passion. It felt so good to have him doing that. I loved it so much. He nursed on my nub with his hungry mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned as he did that.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned. "Oh, that's good!"
He winked at me before he engulfed my other nipple. He flicked his tongue around my nub. It was so good to have him doing that. I loved him doing that to me. It felt so good. I groaned as he suckled on me. It was fabulous.
"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned. "Ooh, ooh, that's good. That's so good!"
He growled around my nipple. He nursed on me with such passion. I loved him doing that to me. My eyes rolled back in my head as he suckled with all his might on me. It was incredible. My pussy clenched as he did that.
He popped his mouth off and turned my daughter. He grinned as he cupped her small, young titties. She shuddered as he stroked his thumbs over her nipples. She whimpered as he did that. She trembled.
He dropped to his knees next and buried his face into her virgin hair pie. My daughter gasped as he licked at her. I shuddered, so envious that he was feasting on her. My cunt was on fire. She trembled as he lapped at her.
"Mister Ken!" Portia moaned. "Oh, oh, Mister Ken!"
"Mmm," he groaned. "That's good. That's really good. You have such a yummy pussy!"
My daughter beamed from ear to ear. She was so happy to hear that.
