Author's Note: This is a parody, satire, even. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This takes place in a universe where STDs do not exist. This was a lot of fun to write. I hope that you enjoy it. Any comments are greatly appreciated.
The President's Advisor
"No, Mr. President, that is not correct," Dr. Ann Szucks, the President's Economic Advisor, said to him as she stood in front of his desk.
Ann always felt even smaller than her 5'5" and 105 lbs. when she stood in front of her boss' desk, even though she knew that he had had a 4" riser built into the floor of the desk to elevate him. Standing in front of his desk as she was now, she was practically at eye level with him, which was always a strange experience, as he was unable to hold eye contact with people when he talked with them, typical of habitual liars.
Even though she was only 28, Ann was one of the current class of lauded economics geniuses, having accurately predicted a major market correction and as a result of that, been brought to the attention of the President, who worshipped money and those able to make it. Even though she hadn't personally made any money from her predictions, others had. Now, anyone who was anyone in the world of finance hung onto any utterance that she might make, which made trying to advise this particular President very difficult, as he never let reality get in the way of what he wanted to believe.
With her PhD in economics in just 6 years from and then immediately becoming a Wharton School of Economics professor, the youngest in their history, Ann was well used to dealing with obtuse people who were too impressed with themselves or their titles or status. She had learned early on to take advantage of her diminutive, unimpressive appearance to excel, very often surprising people when they finally noticed her.
"Why not!?" he asked belligerently, crossing his arms across his chest defensively like a pouting schoolboy, once again thinking what a pathetic excuse for a woman she was with her flat chest and slim boy's ass. Her brown hair was totally forgettable, though what he could make out of her hazel eyes behind the thick glasses was okay. And she always wore the same, boring black skirts that came down just below her knees and a white blouse.
"Because imposing the types of tariffs that you're suggesting would cause immediate, severe financial difficulty to anyone involved in those industries here, not to mention the price increases that will get passed on to the entire consuming public," Ann replied. "It will not be painless at all. The numbers don't lie."
"It won't be that bad," the President said, waving an arm dismissively. "I'm never wrong about these things. It's why I'm so rich," he said, turning his chair to look out the window, dismissing her.
This makes perfect sense to me, living in my own Dali-esque life,
Ann thought to herself as she left the Oval Office.
Of course my job is science fiction.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hungry?" Bill asked his wife when Ann arrived from work at their 3-story town home in the tony Adams Morgan neighborhood of Washington, D.C., sandwiched between posh Woodley Park to the north and stylish Dupont Circle to the south.
"Starved," Ann replied, eyeing the take-out containers on the table.
"I stopped at Izakaya Seki and got sushi," he explained, smiling when he saw the pleased reaction on her face.
"Green tea ice cream?" she asked, joining him at the table.
"In the freezer," Bill replied. "Sake?" he asked, going to the refrigerator and turning around with a bottle of Kamoizumi Shusen Junmai Ginjo in his hand.
"Is it going to be that kind of a night?" Ann asked, sighing as she felt the butterflies begin in her stomach.
"Only if you want it to," Bill replied, smiling at her, knowing what she was going to say.
"I always want it to be that kind of a night," Ann replied with a smile as he poured the sake.
Even at 30 and after 8 years of marriage, Ann didn't think that Bill had really changed that much. 6'2", 200 lbs., and still as out of shape as he had been when she met him at Wharton, he had brown hair, brown eyes, and most importantly, a 6" cock that never seemed to tire. She had been very surprised at the degree of constant horniness that such a computer nerd had.
Bill had been a computer major in his senior year when they had first met by chance when he had absent-mindedly walked into her, scattering her books and papers all over the path. He had been very nice, profusely apologizing over and over as he helped collect her papers and books. When he had shyly asked her if she'd like to meet him for coffee or a drink, she fell back on her life-long rule about men.
Ann was under no illusions about how she appeared. Drab and nondescript would probably be the most accurate in her own mind. Men either totally ignored her or didn't react to her as a woman. If they did, when they did, she always said yes, about anything. She told herself that she had better take advantage of any and all opportunities that she could, and she did. And discovered that she liked it, a lot. She also learned that it usually ensured another date, though they'd often cool their heels when they realized that she had no intention of anything permanent or exclusive.
So when Bill had asked her out, she had said yes and met him later that evening at one of the local bars. She had found him interesting in a boyish way, but he also had a very distracted air about him. He was unfailingly polite. At one point after actually snapping her fingers to get his attention as he disappeared somewhere in his head, he blushed and apologized, explaining that he was running a program experiment and couldn't stop thinking about it.
Ann had suppressed her outrage that she couldn't hold his attention over a computer program, another new low for her self-esteem. When he had suggested that perhaps she'd like to accompany him back to his place so that he could check his computer, that he'd be able to relax then, she had agreed, accomplishing two things at once in her mind; getting his attention and getting him somewhere that he could try to take advantage of her, and succeed. It had been a while and she was getting bored with her toys.
Reaching for more sushi, Ann smiled inside as she remembered how Bill's roommate, Cary, had walked in on them while she was naked on the sofa, her legs pressed up against her chest as Bill ate her pussy.
"Oh! Hey, sorry," Cary had said, walking right over to look down and see what was going on. "I didn't mean to interrupt. That looks good," he commented, his eyes trailing up from Ann's pussy to her hard, dark nipples, then to her face as she stared up at him open-mouthed.
"It is," Bill had replied, leaning back so that Cary had an ever better view of her spread pussy, long from front to back, her inner pussy lips wrinkled and dark-tinged, now petaled open to show her pink interior with a dark, fat clit glistening above. "Wanna taste?" he had asked, smiling up at Ann. "You mind?" he had asked.
"N-no," Ann had gasped, shocked, but at the same time thrilled, remembering how wet her pussy had suddenly gotten as Cary took Bill's place and glued his mouth to her pussy and began to slurp at the juices flowing from her.
"You like having your pussy eaten?" Bill had asked as she writhed beneath Cary's tongue. "You sure taste good."
"Yes," she had gasped, arching her hips as she ground her pussy into Cary's mouth as she came.
"You taste really good!" Cary had declared, sitting back, his mouth and chin glistening with her juices.
Ann had been shocked and overwhelmingly thrilled all at once as her body had continued to vibrate in orgasm, two guys taking turns eating her pussy. When Bill had finally asked if he could fuck her, she couldn't say yes fast enough, wrapping her legs around his waist as his cock slid into her pussy, Cary watching everything closely.
"You want Cary to fuck you, too?" Bill had asked, looking down at her.
"You don't mind?" Ann had asked.
"Nah, Cary's my friend and you've got a great pussy, really nice and juicy, fun to fuck," Bill had replied, getting out of the way to be quickly replaced by Cary.
"Uh, I'm going to cum," Cary had announced after just a couple of minutes.
"It's okay, I'm on the pill," Ann had gasped, squeezing him tighter with her legs as she felt his cock pulsing deep inside of her as he came.
"You've got a great pussy," Cary had gasped when he had finally finished dumping his balls into her and got off of her, her pussy gaping open, cum oozing from her hole onto her very nearby rosebud.
"You've got a really hot-looking pussy," Bill had said, taking her ankles as he looked down at her.
"Oh, yes," Ann has sighed when Bill sank his cock back into her pussy, though this time it was full of Cary's cum.
He held her ankles wide apart, watching as cum oozed out from around his cock as he continued to fuck her, Cary standing next to them watching.
"You like to suck cock, too?" Bill had asked, gasping as he pulled his glistening cock from her pussy and pulled her up into a sitting position, his cock sticking in her face.
