Fsh!

  Fsh!

  Dozens of cameras fshed at the same time, and a dozen recorded and broadcast everything live.

  Tony stood in front of the podium, behind him was Sharon Carter on one side and Rhodes on the other side. The podium was marked with the seal of the President, making it clear that this was the President speaking, not the G7 since he was doing that live speech from Brussels.

  "Yeah, I've been brought up to speed on Maysia Airlines Flight 17. Now, Russia's giving the cssic 'wasn't us' routine, but here's the thing—I've got the receipts. Direct images, solid proof: the weapon was Russian, and the guys who pulled the trigger? Russian-backed. Deny that with a straight face." Tony held nothing back and tapped on his phone screen. The rge TVs around him revealed his private satellite images and also some drone footage taken by a stealth Iron Guardian he had sent to investigate.

  He allowed the media to take photos before continuing. "Well, this really stings. As President, I've been all-in on the whole 'world peace' thing—radical, I know. Thought the alien invasion might've been a sp-to-the-face moment for everyone, but apparently not. I kept my mouth shut when Crimea went sideways this year, but I can't keep pying the quiet guy. America's been pulling back—Afghanistan, Iraq, the works. Call me an optimist, but I kind of hoped others would take the hint and not crank up the drama. Guess that's on me."

  "I've been banging my head against a rock. But you see—when hitting a rock doesn't do the job, you go for the bigger option: explosives. Let's make this crystal clear to Putin and any wannabe dictators out there—I don't need Congress' approval to drop a little... surprise on you. I'm not just the President, I'm also Iron Man. I can waltz into your paces, knock on your door, and end your miserable reign before you even get a chance to scream for Mommy. Oh, and by the way, I've sent a little something to Russia—consider it a... reminder. If that doesn't work, well, I've got other methods. I'm not just sitting around while these tyrants think they can weaken Earth. There are alien threats out there big enough to make our nations look like pyhouses, and I'll be damned if I let them win."

  Fsh!

  Fsh!

  Fsh!

  Tony fixed his tie then, calming his nerves. Jokes aside, the shooting down of the passenger pne got to him. He tried his best to make Earth ready for space threats, and yet there were bastards out there trying to py the nd grab game like it was the seventeen hundreds.

  The cameras went crazy. Most had seen Tony being very direct and threatening in local politics before, but this marked the first time when he threatened another country like that.

  "Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!"

  Tony looked around and pointed at one journalist. She was blonde and pretty, a no-brainer for Tony.

  "Mr. Stark, what will you do if Russia continues to ignore your warnings?"

  Tony shrugged and answered, "A couple of years ago, we had this guy with a funny little mustache. Didn't end well—history books covered that. This time, though? Not giving him the courtesy of writing his own ending. America's got the muscle, the money, and—let's be real—the tech game is all me. I've got a thousand ways to handle this. And nukes? Please. Someone already tried to take me out with one. Spoiler: I'm still here."

  "Mr. Stark, will you decre war on Russia?"

  Tony frowned, already bored of their questions. Not one guy had anything unique to ask. "Just a rehash of the previous question, ha? Meanwhile, I'm out here building a thousand Arc Reactor power pnts—no big deal, just saving the world one megawatt at a time. But fine, let's clear this up one st time. Starting now, if there's a war or military mess anywhere on this pnet, I—yours truly, not Uncle Sam—will step in. Because I'm not about to sit around waiting for some blue guy with a god complex to start pying target practice with us."

  Fsh!

  Fsh!

  Fsh!

  Hearing no unique questions, Tony gave out his victory signs and left the podium with his team.

  ####

  "Damn, what a man."

  Heads turned towards Rogue in the X-Mansion's private hall from the TV. All the important figures among the X-Men had gathered to decide what to do with the information collected from the Winter Soldier's head.

  "That's not how a President should be talking," Scott Summers commented. "There's nothing admirable about this, Rogue."

  "I know ya can't see without them gsses, but I didn't figure you were deaf too," Rogue muttered, her Southern drawl dripping with sass. "Listen to him—who's gonna compete with that? He's the king of the whole dang world, and he ain't shy 'bout it." She gnced at the screen and smirked. "Pretty easy on the eyes too."

  "Let's focus. How do we handle this? Do we tell him outright? This man is Captain America's childhood friend. There will definitely be an internal struggle in Avengers if Captain America tries to save his friend," Jean Grey asked, being the one who looked into Bucky's head and unwinded the damage done.

  "We have nothing to gain by hiding it," Magneto responded.

  "He may grow to despise us for withholding the truth, but what truly matters is the manner in which we choose to share it with him," Charles added and looked at Raven, who had been the point of contact between them and Tony from the start. "I'll leave this to you, Raven."

  ####

  "So… how do I start?"

  Tony shrugged, pants down, reclined on the couch in his private room on the Air Force One. "What do you mean? You asked for this. Wait, is this your first time?"

  "First? No! No, no, I mean… I'm not that experienced."

  "Then why did you ask for it?" Tony asked with a brow raised, feeling his hardening length grow tighter in the grip of her slender fingers as she sat on her knees between his legs, her small face so close to him that he could feel her breath. "I say, just go for it and do whatever you feel like—Forget about making a mess, you're eating an ice-cream."

  It was a shocker when he just boarded Air Force One to return to the US and she approached him shyly. Daisy, sometimes called Quake or Skye by her codename, his technical expert for the job, asked him various details.

  Details about his night with Sharon, and about other things. Noticing her gaze constantly lingering on his groin, he had a one-on-one talk with her and surprisingly, the quirky girl admitted that she was interested in the Presidential Cock.

  That's what she called it. Presidential Cock.

  So, as the best President to ever exist, he allowed her a once in a lifetime opportunity to blow the Presidential Cock. Besides, she was pretty cute, an Agent in SHIELD. Her auburn hair, small face, and brown eyes that focused on his hardening length were tempting.

  "So… Please tell me if I'm doing it badly." Daisy muttered, eyes focused. She squeezed her grip and felt his cock swell around the top. The scent of his need made her feel tingles, and seeing him reach his full length with those veiny lines and the throbbing purple head made her lick her lips. "Here I go…"

  She started stroking his cock and Tony shifted in his seat and spread his legs further to give her more space. Daisy moved closer and continued stroking him as she licked at the base.

  She licked a line across the shaft to the very tip before taking him into her mouth. Barely halfway, she stopped and hesitated, as he was simply too big and lengthy, stretching her lipstick-covered lips wide. She rexed her tongue and pressed on until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She held herself there for a moment and breathed loudly through her nostrils.

  There was still a bit left so she stroked his cock around the base with her slender fingers and suckled his cockhead. She slowly nodded the best she could as silky saliva dripped from her lips aided her fingers. She tasted his salty precum, his musky aroma filling her nose.

  "You can lick around the base and the balls too." Tony rexedly guided her with commands. It felt utterly hot to him how desperate and focused she looked.

  "Ummmhm…"

  Daisy messily slobbered all over his cock, licking wildly and suckling little kisses all over his sensitive skin. She mouthed his balls one by one, sucking and pying with them with her tongue. She kept an uneven, messy pace, trying to pleasure him without choking on his sizable cock.

  "Eyes on me."

  Back to sucking on the tip, Daisy looked up at him with lustful eyes, eager to please. She moved her head up and down, as deep as she could, moaning lightly while doing so. It sent vibrations up to Tony's core and amplified his craving. She fondled his balls, sthering her spit-covered fingers all over his family jewels with a thrilling tickle.

  At this point, Tony couldn't stop himself from slightly bucking his hips, his manhood eager to go in as deep as he could into her small, hot mouth. And every time he did, Daisy would meet him halfway, going down when he went up, swirling her tongue around the throbbing cock.

  Tony started to feel a slight twitch in his balls, every time he struck the back of her throat. A sign he wasn't going to st long. "You… you're doing amazing. You're doing so well…"

  "Re–really?" She asked mid-gasp, suckling on the head of his cock, right before letting him plunge into her hot throat once more.

  "A little faster, deeper, tighter maybe."

  Daisy panted, standing on her knees to drill her face downwards. Her face and makeup were starting to turn messy, tears pooling while she tried her best not to gag. She gently wrung his base with both her hands while sucking half his length. Her tongue kept pying inside, thering and massaging his cock.

  She felt the way Tony throbbed inside her mouth and his hips thrusting even deeper into her throat, gagging her with each deep plunge.

  "Ugh…In or out?" he asked.

  She sucked his throbbing cock a few times and suddenly stopped, looking at Tony's face. A few strands of precum and spit-mixed cream rolled from the corner of her lips.

  "Umm… I've never taken in… You know what, I wanna taste you." She gave Tony a long, sensual lick before putting him back into her mouth, bobbing her head quickly.

  Tony could only nod in response as he felt pleasure wash through his entire body. He was so close now. And the way Daisy moaned wildly and sucked harder around him, so ready for his thick batter, it made everything that much hotter.

  Tony helped by bunching her hair in one hand. He didn't guide or force her to go deeper, loving the sight of her fucking her own face on his cock. Her mouth was tight, scorching hot all around his wet cock. The massages of her throat and tongue were too good as if he was quenched into a tub of lukewarm, delicious butter. Her head churned his cock, milking him nonstop.

  "I'm c-close… so fuckin' close… gonna cum," Tony groaned as he reached that bliss, and instinctively held her in pce by her hair.

  He exploded in her mouth, flex after flex, spraying, letting out one st grunt of pleasure as he did, his eyes squeezing shut and his head tilting back on the headrest. The spasming pumps went on for a while, all the while feeling soaked inside her warm mouth.

  Daisy couldn't do anything but take it, feeling the creamy batter puff her cheeks slowly. She whimpered loudly as she took all that Tony had for her in her mouth. Her throat got so full that she eventually coughed and gagged, so Tony finally let her face go.

  But then she audibly gulped it all down and fell back, panting and gulping the sticky remnants in her throat.

  "Argh… Mr. Stark… You're big and… ah…" Daisy gasped for breath, her small chest rising and falling. "You came… So much."

  Tony looked at her petite figure and reckoned he could lift her up too. He truly wanted to, but knowing he'd already spilled once, he wanted to do it at full power.

  "Ready for the main course?" Tony asked.

  "What?" Daisy's eyes fshed wide. "You can still…?"

  "Hmm… On second thought, let's postpone it. Maybe ter at the White House."

  "We can do it In the White House? Sweet!"

  She's more excited by the venue? Tony chuckled and grabbed a kitchen roll on the table beside his couch. He gave her a few and took some to clean himself.

  Eventually, both of them dressed up normally and went to grab some dinner at his private dining lounge. Being the President granted him luxuries that not even some billionaires could afford. Well, he wasn't on that list, clearly.

  "By the way, how's the electric invasion of Russia going?" Tony asked as he took a seat.

  Daisy proudly gave him a thumbs-up. "Smooth sailing, Mr. Stark. I've breached most of their systems."

  "Great, I don't need you to do anything. I just need to know the location of their nukes."

  "Easy peasy!"

  Tony didn't eborate after that. He had hidden pns, and more pns to keep his pns hidden. His four years of presidency weren't going to be wasted.

  At least he hoped so.

  ####

  Simply put, the response from Russia wasn't kind. They accused Tony of promoting American hegemony and whatnot. Of course, behind them was China, toeing the same line. Tony didn't give a damn about their response and busied himself with work.

  He had to, since a certain chubby Korean just nded in America for the first time in his life. It was a weird case for most Americans and the media as they had no idea how to treat this man. Was he a friend or a foe? Why was he smiling so much and waving victory signs as if some Korean teen idol?

  And why the hell did he make his motorcade stop at the first McDonalds on the way?

  It was a confusing day for most. But eventually, Kim Jong Un arrived at the White House looking like a kid on a vacation.

  "Mr. Stark!"

  Still a fanboy. Great!

  Tony shook hands with the chubby dictator and led him into the White House for a friendly lunch and an official biteral meeting.

  "How was the flight?"

  "Long, but amazing. I love Air Force One!"

  Tony smirked, having sent Air Force One knowingly to pick the chubby guy up. "What about my gift?"

  Kim chuckled shyly. "I loved it."

  Who doesn't love a hot blonde bombshell? Tony smirked at the money well spent and led him to tour the Oval Office.

  As soon as they entered the Oval Office, boxes of burgers and pizzas awaited them on the coffee table between the sofas. Of course, a lot of drinks too.

  Tony made sure that this didn't feel like a state visit to Kim but rather a vacation with a friend. He needed that much to create the illusion of friendship and slowly turn that into North Korea's submission to America's policies.

  But he had no pns of letting North Korea also turn into a Chaebol-run dystopia. South Korea was enough for that.

  "So, what's the pn? Got an itinerary, or are we winging it? Because, you know, I could give you the grand tour of America—Iron Man style." He tapped his chest reactor lightly. "Fancy a little airborne sightseeing?"

  "W-Wh-What? R-Really?" Kim hyperventited in excitement.

  Don't die on me, buddy. Keep that asthma under control.

  "Sure, buddy."

  "I would love to, Mr. Stark."

  Without further ado, Tony finished up the lunch and then the biteral meeting. Nothing happened in the meeting. No treaties signed, no pacts made, no promises formed. Tony had no desire to rush things and ruin the chance.

  No, he first made Jarvis customize an Iron Man suit for Kim's size and deploy it. Within a few hours, the fat Iron Man suit nded at the White House.

  "Jump in." Tony gestured while he donned his nano-tech suit.

  White House staff took photos of the whole exchange as Kim stepped into the Iron Man suit and in a few moments, bsted off into the sky at full speed, controlled by Jarvis.

  It was a long flight with multiple stops to grab some snacks. He was honestly overdoing it, but that was how one created a lifelong fan who longed for a parasocial retionship. He knew what Kim yearned for.

  Fame, recognition, wealth, female attraction, and perhaps some respect. While he couldn't get him respect, he could get him all the other things.

  Niagara Falls, Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Evergdes, Brooklyn Bridge, Golden Gate Bridge, Hoover Dam, Mount Rushmore, and many more natural as well as man-made wonders. Tony gave Kim a flyby view of all the pces worth seeing.

  By the time evening came, Tony returned to the Stark Tower instead of the White House. A grand private party was to be held there for Kim. No cameras were allowed inside, other than Tony's own.

  The guests numbered from Hollywood celebrities to superheroes and other significant folks, and of course, a few extremely well-paid dies who were supposed to shower attention on Kim and make him feel needed.

  "Are you sure about this, Tony?" Steve asked while drinking a beer beside Tony by the bar. He stared at Kim dumbly dancing between some great-looking dies, drunk and high.

  Tony sipped whiskey instead and smiled seeing Kim being such a clown. "Why not? Look at him. He's happy."

  "No, I mean morality. I see what you're doing, Tony. You're messing with his head. And those women? They're just doing their job," Steven replied, taking the high moral ground for no reason.

  "And that, Cap, is why you're not running for President. Case in point: a Hydra spy tried to bckmail me st week with a video of my college… uh, fivesome—wait, sixsome? Details. Anyway, it didn't work because, frankly, I've got nothing to be ashamed of. Kim, on the other hand, is a walking fear campaign. That kind of leverage? Goldmine. But I'm not here to py that game. I'm here to turn North Korea into a democratic, high-tech marvel that'll make Silicon Valley look like a RadioShack clearance aisle."

  Right then, Natasha in an extremely hot single-piece dress walked over to Tony's side and ordered a drink from Bruce who was making them. Though there was also Logan on the side, the man was only interested in rotting his liver.

  "Hey, Tony." Natasha took the cocktail and leaned against the bar table and watched Kim making a fool out of himself. "Nice diplomacy."

  "Damn right."

  "You support this?" Steve looked at Natasha.

  Natasha shrugged. "I've seen worse. Speaking of–Tony, there's something you need to see. Might be time to act."

  "Give me your drink." Natasha fiddled with her phone and handed it over. "It's not easy to digest."

  "Why? Is it…"

  Tony's thumb scrolled over the screen non-stop, his expression turning grave by the second. Images, videos, more images, hundreds of them moved on the screen. Tony recognized too many of the faces, but the actions those faces were committing were vile and inhuman. Celebrities, politicians, and businessmen, there were too many to count.

  "Where?"

  "On an isnd."

  Tony handed the phone back to Natasha and rubbed his face before taking the gss from her. He gulped it all down and tiredly looked at her. "Since when?"

  "Been happening for years."

  "Underage?"

  "Many of them."

  Tony inhaled a long breath. As a multi-billionaire for so many years he was already aware of the dark habits of high society. He had refused and avoided getting involved in those dark areas, but this was too much.

  "Make a list of them and report to my office tomorrow. I'll make a decision by then."

  "Understood." Natasha didn't probe any further. The images weren't easy to digest, even for her.

  The party continued, Kim Jong Un danced and drank until he joined a room with one of the friendly dies. The man didn't even do anything and just fell asleep. Still, he gave enough material to record.

  The next day, Tony had a lengthy discussion with Kim. Though, he felt like a salesman.

  "Do you want North Korea to be the most developed nation in the world?"

  "Yes, Mr. Stark!"

  "Do you want it to be the 'most comfortable to live in' country?"

  "Yes, Mr. Stark!"

  "Do you want to be rich?"

  "I love you, Mr. Stark!"

  "Do you want North Korea to have the best education system in the world? And the best healthcare?"

  "Yes, fucking please, Mr. Stark!"

  "Then sign this pact and you shall have it all. No need to stress over the generals; I'll handle them. Worried about China or Russia? Rex, I've got that covered too. Just kick back, enjoy the ride, and watch your country hit warp speed through development. Easy, right?"

  With the most contorted expression, Kim nodded his head and signed the papers. "You're the best friend I ever had in my life, Mr. Stark."

  Tony patted Kim's shoulder, smiling brightly to give him confidence. "That's right. Let's go now, we better announce this to the world."

  Just like that, in the White House, Tony and Kim stood at their own podiums and read their final statements, giving a summary of what they achieved.

  Tony, with a bright grin, proudly announced his test achievement. This one was truly massive as he effectively stopped another nation from joining the nuclear-armed nation list.

  "Big news, folks. After some spirited chats, North Korea has agreed to shut down its nuclear program effective immediately. In return, the U.S. is stepping up with a 50 billion investment to revamp its energy, transportation, and trade infrastructure. Oh, and to keep things running smoothly, we'll also be sending subsidized food grains for the next five years to help tackle healthcare challenges. On a personal note—and because I just can't help myself—the Stark Foundation will be pitching in to improve the education, healthcare, and food sectors."

  After Tony was done, Kim spoke into the mic in perfect but accented English.

  "I have nothing but gratitude towards my great friend, Tony Stark. While most previous presidents ignored North Korea's needs and imposed demands on us, he understood us, and our pain, and gave us what we needed to elevate it. My people needed food, electricity, and education, but all this was not possible while we remained a small piece in the great struggle between East and West. Mr. President has been able to give me assurances that his words are not hollow. I hope this partnership will withstand decades to come, and so will my friendship."

  Fsh!

  Fsh!

  Tony shook hands with Kim and took a picture.

  With that, he wrapped up the North Korean state visit.

  Things went smoother than he had anticipated, and he bid farewell to his fat 'friend', sending him back on Air Force One again. However, this time he also sent a hundred Iron Guardians to help Kim deal with any General with greater ambitions.

  For now, Kim had to remain as the sole dictator of North Korea.

  As for Tony, he wrapped up his work at the White House, finalizing everything for the November elections. He had two amazing things left to announce to the people that would aid him in winning.

  But for that, the timing had to be right.

  "I'm done," he blurted and closed the file. So tired, he just stood up and summoned his suit on his body. "I know where I can rex."

  ####

  One of the things Tony disliked about what came with the presidency was the ck of time. There were some people he deeply cared for, and not being able to see them often was annoying. It had been months since he st saw Pepper, and sadly the same was the case with May.

  Tony suited up and flew in stealth mode. Straight from the White House to Manhattan, straight into a high-rise apartment with a custom window that allowed him quick entry inside.

  "Tony?"

  Tony removed his helmet and waved at the shocked woman sitting on the comfortable couch, with round golden-rimmed gsses on her eyes, hair tied in a bun, a white t-shirt on, and bck, short hotpants.

  "May." Tony never stopped walking towards the woman and let his suit slowly vanish from his body. By the time he reached her, the suit was fully gone and he slumped into the couch beside her, wrapping an arm around her and giving her a side hug. "Been a while."

  "Yeah, it's been… a long while," May muttered, still not used to seeing Tony from so close, let alone the intimacy. Everything she had with the man felt like a dream to her. But moments like these would always shatter that illusion. "Aren't you busy?"

  "I was, but I'd rather be busy with you," Tony cheekily replied and got up to grab some beer from the fridge. "Believe it or not, I thought of you the moment I returned from Brussels. What's May doing right now? I asked myself."

  "Just the usual work. Had a day off today." May got up too and helped Tony find the drinks. "I… I was just thinking about you."

  Tony paused and gave her a look. "Just thinking?"

  May blushed and focused on the fridge. "How're you doing, Tony? Being the President must be tough. I know you hate politics the most."

  "Well, I cooked the damn thing so I might as well eat it. I won, it's wrong not to do a good job."

  "True."

  Soon, the two sat down on the couch again with a bottle of beer in hand. May, with folded legs, leaning sideways on the backrest, stared at Tony the whole time. Tony did the same, chatting and drinking.

  Surprisingly, he realized that unlike most women he slept with, who were all spies or high achievers, always talking about work or something important, May was the most normal one. Talking to her was never about world threats or national threats.

  With May, things were just smooth and calm.

  "Where's Peter? I got him magnetic gloves," Tony asked, looking around at the vish apartment. It was already night outside.

  May awkwardly scratched her face. "He's… staying with Ned."

  "The chubby kid?" Tony nodded and straightened his back. With his beer bottle empty, he looked at the watch. "So… Do you want dinner first or…"

  "I want this…"

  May suddenly straddled his p and showered him with kisses, looking into his eyes as she caressed his cheek and scratched his prickly beard. She moved her hips back and forth on his p as she did so, feeling his bulge slowly growing under her. She licked his upper lips, suckled his lower lips, and explored his mouth with her wild tongue. The heat in her body grew like ferocious fmes, wanting him after waiting for so long.

  Tony kissed her back, his hands sliding up her thighs and gripping her asscheeks. He squeezed them hungrily, feeling the soft smush of her flesh. With gentle tugs of his palms he guided her hips, grinding on his growing erection, thirsty for the real deal. But Tony was going to enjoy everything slowly this time, savoring every bit of her like his tongue was doing now.

  Tony couldn't wait anymore and quickly got up, holding her in his arms while kissing. He took May to the bedroom and gently lowered her on the bed.

  May got rid of her clothes on the bed, taking everything off except her orange panties. The rge letters spelling 'juicy' were pstered across her cute little ass.

  Tony smirked a little at the word, pyful and very much to his taste. He did the same, taking off all his clothes, leaving his cock standing up in excitement.

  "Tony…" May murmured suddenly, resting her back against a stack of pillows, covering her naked breasts with arms, her knees folded and squeezed together. "I… I have something to ask."

  May's breasts were rger than a handful, slightly more mature but still warm and soft. Her arms were pced low enough for them to spill over, looking quite inviting. Her areos peeked out a bit, teasing the President with her innocent but wild look.

  Intrigued, Tony crawled onto the bed. "Which is?"

  "Can you…" Her face turned red in shame, her round golden gsses still on her eyes. "Can you maybe… eat me?"

  "Oh?" Tony jerked his head in amusement. Although he knew May had certain fantasies and was into light bondage, this was a first. So, he pyfully saluted her and continued to crawl closer to her. "Oh, I'll devour you, Ma'am."

  "Hehe… Aaah!"

  Tony grabbed her ankles and pulled her down towards himself, making her lie ft on the bed. Once he was sure her head rested perfectly on the pillows, he spread her legs open and lowered his face. His gaze never left her eyes as he extended his tongue towards her moist, needy core.

  He gave her a long, slow lick on the bridge of her orange panties, pressing on her lower lips to leave a rge wet mark.

  May giggled uncontrolbly, feeling the tickle down in her petals.

  "Let's clear the obstruction."

  Tony cwed at her panties and slid them off her slender, white legs easily. Without a second thought, he dipped his tongue into her wet heat, tasting her and massaging her insides with wide strokes of his tongue. He went in deep until his dark hair brushed against the start of her slit.

  May could feel his ticklish stubble catching her leaking nectar while his hands clenched on her hips. Moaning, she gripped the sheets, twisting the fabric under her fingers the same way that Tony's tongue greedily pped at her pussy. She felt the rush of heat going to her head, her walls pulsed and contracted around the thickness of his tongue as she made small, whimpering noises.

  He caressed her swollen folds with his slithering flesh. Then, without warning, he pulled her legs even higher towards him, arms wrapping around her thighs, himself standing on his knees. He took her legs and braced them on his shoulders, lifting her upside down, leaving her back to rest against his kneeling upper thighs and her shoulder and neck on the bed. This way, her flushed pussy was easier for him to feast upon while he buried his face into her scorching furnace.

  "T-Tony," May whimpered, especially as she felt his tongue drilling deep into her and curling over her sensitive spot. The pleasure spread out all over her pussy, dancing across her clit and up and down the length of her opening.

  Tony kept going, covering her opening with his entire mouth and sucking hard like suckling meat off the bone. His tongue swished wildly inside her. He ate every bit of her like the most delicious meal he had ever tasted, pulling up her hips by his arms to go in even deeper, suckling her to oblivion.

  "Ooohhhh Ooh Yess!" May was almost standing on her head at this point, upside down, moaning wildly, louder than she had ever moaned before. She couldn't hold on anymore, the way his wet tongue constantly brushed against her sensitive areas was too divine.

  "Goood—dd!" May cried out into the air as her pelvis arched up and her body tensed up.

  Tony hugged her midsection, letting her go through the ecstasy. He stopped licking her but much to his surprise, her juices squirted out in an arc and onto the bed, soaking it.

  He finally let her body down gently, seeing her writhing form on the bed, tired and panting. He smiled and pnned something devious.

  "Let's turn things up a notch, May."

  "What?"

  Tony climbed off the bed and opened May's cupboard. He took out the long straps she had for "pying" and spped the leather part against his open palm.

  Snap!

  May felt a tight squeeze in her pussy as the snap brought her back from the high. She bit her lips in excitement and allowed Tony to keep going. She loved their bondage py, and Tony seemed to know a lot of positions to keep her wanting more for years to come. She missed his cold rough hands and his smoldering heat.

  Tony came back to the bed and tied her wrists and ankles together. The left leg with the left wrist, the right wrist with the right leg, opening her up entirely from the middle like the pages of those scandalous books she loved to read. But he didn't stop there, he noticed the hooks that were in the bedroom from their previous "experiments".

  He looped the right straps to the right hook and the left straps to the left hook. Then, he gently hoisted her up into the air, right above the headboard of the bed.

  "Ah!" May yelped, almost afraid of falling, stretched to a whole other level. But then her face blushed thoroughly as she saw Tony looking at her body, exposed and dangling on the wall like a painting.

  "Beautiful, better than a work of art," Tony held his chin, admiring the ripe beauty hanging there. Her glistening pussy opened wide and twitching, her brazenly exposed breast jiggled as she squirmed.

  With May in that position, Tony had to stand on the bed. He got closer, cupping both her perky breasts with his wide palm, his face nuzzling onto her sweating, sex-scented neck as his heavy, hot breath tickled her skin. "Ready?"

  May could only nod, feeling a little embarrassed but thoroughly thrilled. With both her hands tied to her legs she couldn't move, but the helplessness felt exciting, causing her pussy to leak even more lubricating juices.

  Tony carefully aimed his rigid cock, his bulging head nudging between her spread pussy lips. His hips pushed in, spreading her wider. His hands slid down from her breast, tickling her waist and cupping around her ass. He pulled her pelvis into him, pushing his sizable cock deeper into her scorching hot pool.

  "Ahhh…. To–Tony! Ahhh! Fuc—" May cried out, squirming against the wall behind her. She felt stretched to the brink, her thigh muscles unable to move to compensate for that position.

  Tony quickly muffled her loud cries with a hard kiss on her lips, his hips constantly moving, thrusting into her. He pressed his body against her, making her curving ass bounce against the wall with every jolt. He plowed through and moved his hips vigorously as if his dick was looking for something in her. With one hand on her smooth ass, the other held onto her hair, pulling her body forward, deeper into him.

  "Ohhhh God… Aahhh!" May pulled away from the kiss and yelled out to God. Her loins burst with a shattering release. Flooding his cock, dripping down her swollen red vulva and onto the bed sheets.

  But that certainly wasn't the end, not for Tony. He kept going, plowing into her like no tomorrow. May was middle-aged, yet each day seemed to make her more charming in Tony's eyes. He relished doing things to her just as now.

  He gave her orgasm after orgasm, sometimes multiple, as he stretched her swollen, reddened pussy around his girth, making a drenched mess out of the bed below them.

  "Ohh yes… Yes! So… good…. Fuck me–eh! Har–der!" As the fifth climax came and went, May was mumbling incoherently. Partly from exhaustion and partly from the sheer, wonderful waves that kept engulfing her.

  After a long, grueling session of fucking, Tony noticed May's skin started turning red from the tied straps. He was also on the verge of exploding, so he went faster, harder, and deeper. He practically jolted May's body up with each deep thrust, smming her cervix with the tip of his cock over and over.

  Tony could feel his blood gather in his cock, ready to spill out at any moment. He twitched in delight, and his body stiffened up so hard his movements almost stopped. His hands grabbed her hips, clenching the soft flesh harder as he abandoned himself to pleasure.

  "Ghh…!" Tony grunted into her neck as he wrapped her waist in his arms. His abdomen contracted as if all of his cream was sucked out of his body. He allowed his seed to flow into her with a shuddering release as he thrust hard one st time.

  May felt the va spread inside of her drenched pussy, their culmination mixed together as Tony sent in one st push. It churned her completely, spiraling into cloud nine. She didn't mind Tony finishing inside at all. No, she loved it.

  Taking in deep breaths he finally let go. He took a step back and looked at her dangling there for a moment, panting, barely awake, mumbling how amazing it was. Her pussy dripping with the culmination of their fucking, flushed red and twitching uncontrolbly.

  The way she could still feel a phantom cock inside her after he pulled out was arousing, his sticky cum squelching inside almost felt sinful and lewd. May loved it, she loved every moment and everything he did to her. She felt like he was the type of man who would fulfill her every fantasy and not judge.

  The kind of nasty she craved for in all her wet dreams, like fluttering butterflies in her core, was finally here.

  "That was… fantastic." Tony finally loosened the ropes and gently id her down on the bed.

  He slowly untied her legs and wrists and threw the straps aside. He brought her closer to his body and hugged her face to face, pnting a gentle kiss on her lips.

  "I guess we're skipping dinner then."

  "Mm… heh, I think so… Tony."

  Chuckling, Tony lifted her in a princess carry as he knew she was utterly sore to stand. He took her to the spare guest room since her bed was drenched. In the fresh bed, he held her close and went to sleep.

  The normality of it all was just calming to his head.

  Being away from the White House was always a delight. But that night it was simply exhirating.

  I should do this more often.

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  The next day arrived and Tony begrudgingly parted ways with May with a promise to return that night. He nded in the White House and changed his clothes before taking his seat in the office.

  "Morning, Nat."

  Finding his CIA director already waiting for him, Tony didn't wait and opened the file she had already pced on the table. He read through the names, some extremely big in the political sphere.

  Knock! Knock!

  The door opened and Steve walked in, wearing a casual suit.

  "Mr. President."

  Tony looked at Natasha curiously. "He knows?"

  "I didn't show him."

  Tony shrugged and continued to read the names. Undoubtedly, a single file could shake the global economy since the culprits were not just Americans. In fact, almost half were foreigners. Heads of state, nobles, scientists, and everything in between.

  "I'll be called cruel for this," Tony muttered and leaned back into his seat. "Send a copy of their videos and photos to each one listed here. Politely let them know they've got three days to... take the exit ramp if they want to keep this under wraps. They personally may not care, but they're all from rich and influential families, and they can't afford to fuck up on this scale."

  Steve frowned at that. "Tony, that's not justice."

  "Show him the videos." Tony nonchantly waved at Natasha. "Take a good look, Cap. Those faces? Not just Americans—global VIPs. Top of the food chain. Laws? To them, they're just suggestions with loopholes included."

  Beep!

  Tony looked down at his phone, finding a text from Raven, asking him for a private meeting.

  "I will get to it, Mr. President." Natasha stood up to leave.

  "Wait." Tony held up a hand, letting out a measured sigh before adding his next words. "After three days, release the list and evidence to global news networks anyway."