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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the political terms have been skewed into my own time line for creative license.
Presidential Privileges
Part Five
"Ughh," Jimmy Smits groaned. He had shed his clothes moments ago and was now squatting down upon Bill Clinton's cock. Clinton rested upon the hotel room bed, hands behind head as Smits' fleshy bubble butt rode his presidential boner. Clinton had glimpsed the ass on NYPD Blue a few times but never imagined......
"Mmmmmmm," Smits bit his lips as he bounced on the infamous Clinton cock. His ass cheeks were spread wide, his sphincter muscles convulsing around Clinton's hard cock. "Yeahhhhh."
"This is how a president," he thrust his hips upwards, "keeps his cabinet members in line." Smits merely nodded, bouncing on the presidential boner. Beads of perspiration rained from Smits withering torso to Clinton's muscled stomach. Clinton reached up and gripped Smits fleshy butt cheeks. Smits, though, needed no guidance or encouragement. He bounced On Clinton's boner like an expert. Simultaneously, he squeezed his butt muscles around the throbbing invader, encouraging the forthcoming orgasm. Clinton thrust upwards, harder and deeper.
"Ride....it.....bitch," Clinton uttered between gasps.
Smits continued the bouncing motion while raising his hands to his chest. He pinched his tits and winced. He loved tit play. Clinton lifted his arms, pushed Smits away and squeezed the tits for him.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhh," Smits hissed. "Work my tits." And Smits used his butt to work Clinton's cock.
Clinton squeezed the tits unmercifully as he reached orgasm. "Ffffffucccckkkkkinnnnn' take itttttttttttt." He lifted his hips and thrust hard. Clinton's cock exploded. Smits felt the President's spoog flood his rectum. He squeezed his butt muscles to hold it in and take it all. Clinton twisted Smits tits.
As Clinton pumped the last drops into Smits' butt, Smitts let lose. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," hummed as ropes of cum spurted from his uncut cock. The spoog sprayed Clinton's chest but a drop hit him on the chin. Clinton extended his tongue and licked the drop.
"Fuckin' great," Smits whooshed, "I'm gonna like playing president."
Clinton snicked and patted Smits butt, still impaled on his semi-erect cock. "It has its privileges."
Back in Washington, Jeb and George W. had David Duke sprawled naked, face down upon the President's desk. They were taking turns striking the bigot's white creamy ass with their belts. Duke winced with each strike but his cock surged between his stomach and desk. Jeb and George W were hard and at attention again.
Jeb moved his hand over Duke's enflamed butt cheeks. "So red and ripe," he winked at his brother.
"Good enough to eat," George W added.
The brothers proceeded to drop to their knees and double tongue Duke's butt. They spread the cheeks and opened his hole for their invasive tongues. Duke winced at the handling of his sore butt but enjoyed the feel of their tongues on his nether region.
"Ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh," he wheezed, "eat me."
Jeb and George W pushed the tips of their tongues simultaneously up the tight ring and proceeded to tongue fuck the man.
In California, Al Gore was seated at the hotel bar, worn out from the orgy with Dean and the European princes. As he downed a fresh drink, he noted journalist Tucker Carlson enter the bar. He watched the man, in ubiquitous bow-tie, join another at a table on the other side of the club. Uptight republican bitch, Gore snorted inwardly as he downed the last of his drink. The cute journalist just needed his uptight butt opened up by a willing stud-preferrably a Democrat. Gore nursed the next drink the bartender served up and wondered why Clinton had never hit the journalist's cherry.
Tucker knew that Clinton was staying at the hotel, he also suspected the President's current activities. He was determined to surprise Clinton on camera and expose the sexually immoral President. He seethed at the thought of Clinton's vicarious disregard for the Lewinsky blow job; not sex indeed!
The man across from him, his mole in the project was Oliver North. The washed out military man was still attractive and fit for his age. Despite his outward repression, North was a wild top man with man sex and only came into the Carlson project after plotting with Clinton to flip the script (so to speak) and get Carlson to bottom up. The uptight prude cutey needed a good fuck to loosen up his narrowed sexual scope.
"Your sure he's up there in flagrant non great," Carlson pressed.
"Yes," North said. "I believe he's with that actor Jimmy Smits right now. This afternoon he was at Gov. Schwarzenegger's."
"Disgusting," Carlson hissed.
Oliver nodded in feigned agreement. However over Carlson's shoulder he noted Jimmy Smits exiting a hotel elevator and walking-with a noticeable delicacy, no doubt from a thoroughly reamed but-to the hotel entrance.
"When do we go up and expose the sodomite." Carlson seethed.
North focused on Carlson. "Now."
The two men rose and weaved their way through the club toward the lobby and hotel elevator. Gore couldn't help but notice how Carlson's tight slacks accentuated an evident bubble butt. It definitely needed a good fuck, he lamented.
In Washington, DC at the White House, Jeb and George W were standing over Duke's up turned butt, both gripping dicks. They moved in closed and began to work their cock heads simultaneously in Duke's well lubed hole.
"Fuccckkkkkkkkkkk," Duke wailed as the Bush brother's maneuvered a double penetration of his hole. He was breathing raggedly as they pushed their cock heads deeper in his stretching hole. "Enough! Enough!" He whined, but the brothers thrust in unison. "Ahhhh!"
The Bush brothers rested an arm across the other's shoulder in brother comradery and commenced to fuck the hell out of Duke's stretching hole. "Take it!" They chimed.
"Bitch!" Jeb thrust.
"Cunt!" George W chimed.
Duke couldn't believe he had two cocks up his butt, but despite the pain he thrust back to take more. His breathing was ragged and he was sweating profusely butt he wanted to be bred. He wanted to be humiliated and made a bitch. "Ughhh," he grunted at the brothers' thrust.
Jeb and George W thrust their hips savagely, slapping against Duke's creamy butt cheeks. "Yeahhhhhh!" They grunted. "Open up that pussy bro'" George W growled. "He's so damn tight!" Jeb puffed. "Fuckkkkkin' tight."
Duke bit his lip in pain but his cock was boiling from the reaming. Rubbing against the desk top with each thrust of the brothers, his cock was ready to explode. Jeb slapped one of Duke's butt cheeks and the bigot lost it. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh," he released as his cock jerked and cum spurted upon the desk top. The Bush brothers' thrust moved Duke against the cum, smearing it between his stomach and the desk.
"I'm gonna cum, bro'" Jeb gritted.
"I'm with you," George W gasped. "Lets....let...it..ripppppppppppp," he chanted. "Grrrrrrrr Ughhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, fuckinnnnnn take ittttttt," the brothers released strings and ropes of cum, flooding Duke's hole. The hole was filled so tight that rivulets of their cum seeped from the ravaged stretched hole and rolled down the flushed cheeks. The brothers held within until they pumped every last drop. Duke collapsed upon the desk in exhaustion. The brothers were pleased.
"Great job bro'" George W complicated his brother in deep breaths.
He slapped Duke's butt cheek loudly. "Yeah, but I need a bit more practice."
George W nodded with a grin. "I think he's got a bit more in him, but hell," he chuckled, "what difference does it make as long as we have our cocks in him."
Jeb sniggered and the Bush brother's slowly began to regain erections much to the chagrin of David Duke.
In California, Oliver North and Tucker Carlson were standing before Clinton's hotel suite. North knocked and Clinton's voice bid them to enter. The lights were dimmed in the room and Carlson was both surprised and disappointed to find Clinton alone in the room. He was naked, sitting in a chase lounge leisurely stroking his cock.
"Glad you could make it Tucker." Clinton greeted.
Carlson tensed when he heard the door pulled closed. He looked over his shoulder for support from North but was shocked to find that he was alone; alone in a hotel room with a very turned on sexually insatiable President Clinton. Perspiration coated his forehead and he gulped audibly.
to be continued.