I couldn't have been more nervous as I entered the small cinema in the White House. The room was dimly lit, but even so I could make out the figure sitting in the middle of the bottom row, facing the blank screen. He was alone, as I'd been told.
The President of the United States!
He was a good man, a credit to the nation. Since taking over from Obama, he'd carried on the former President's good work and then some. At home and abroad, he was recognised for his tremendous commitment to making the world a better place.
That made tonight all the more difficult to believe. Why would such a decent family man risk everything for a half an hour of pleasure with one of his country's most exclusive hookers? But then, I'd learned some time ago that in the corridors of power, it was invariably sex that made the world go round.
Twenty-four months ago I'd never even been to America. Had anyone back in England predicted what was to happen when I relocated to the States, I'd have thought they were mad. My life had changed out of all recognition ever since that day I'd been spotted by a talent scout, so to speak, while working in a restaurant.
He had eventually persuaded me to capitalise on my best assets and take a small-time modelling job. After that, one thing had led to another. In no time at all, I'd gone from a naive model to a bashful escort to one of the country's most highly-paid hookers. How could I have reached such a status so quickly? It still felt like a dream.
And now, here I was, making my way down to the front of the theatre in the White House. Today was the President's birthday. I was his gift.
The blow job had been paid for by some of his biggest supporters, or so I'd been told. In my line of work, I'd learned that the fewer questions asked the better. Even though he was only able to escape the celebrations for half an hour, it had been drummed into me that my task was to make the experience unforgettable.
That shouldn't be too difficult. My oral skills were why I earned mega-bucks, after all.
Well, they were one of the reasons. I fucked like a rabbit, too.
I'd enjoyed sex ever since I was a young woman and, for whatever reason, I just seemed to have a knack for this kind of work. I'd been nervous the first few times, but it hadn't been long before I'd thrown any delusions of inhibitions out of the window.
Tonight's engagement was different to my normal assignments, of course. First, this was the President and second, it was a blow job only. The President didn't fuck other women, just his beautiful wife.
His fingers were steepled in front of him and his eyes were closed, almost as if he was in prayer. When they opened and found me standing in front of him, they slowly covered the whole of my body. It wasn't a lewd gaze, not like a lot of the guys I'd been with. It was a genuine look of appreciation that made me feel alive.
Like I was the sexiest women in the world, right then...
A woman didn't attend a White House party unless she was glamorously dressed and my cream-colored evening gown was perfect for the occasion. It hung loosely from its high, haltered neck and offered as much of my braless cleavage as was fitting for such an occasion. The sudden glow that appeared in his eyes told me he approved.
I felt like a Princess.
A black Princess fit enough to go down on a black President.
When his eyes eventually raised themselves high enough to meet mine, I felt an instant connection. The romantic in me hadn't imagined the moment, had it? Without a word, he'd made me feel special.
My heart was in my mouth as I sank to my knees infront of him. Soon , it wouldn't be the only thing there...
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His circumcised penis was beautiful. It was an even darker shade of black than I'd imagined and it leaned slightly to the left.
How cute!
And I was happy to see that he was already semi-erect, even if it had meant a brief embarrassing moment when I'd struggled to release him first from his tuxedo trousers and then his boxer shorts. I'd always loved the way men got hard at the thought of having my body, even before I'd touched them. They only needed to look at me and their cocks grew just from the anticipation that was tumbling through their heads.
In this case, the President's hands had gone to the arms of his seat, gripping them tightly as I'd freed him. He was nervous as I was.
I loved that thought.
"You have a beautiful cock, Mr. President," I told him, trying to put him at ease.
I curled one hand around his thick girth, stroking him gently as I stared up into his eyes. An almost imperceptible growl escaped his throat but I was listening for it.
"Very beautiful," I added, leaning forward to lap at the bead of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of his manhood.
He grew another inch and I felt a shudder of desire pass through me. This was going to be more pleasure than work.
I smiled up at him from between his knees as I sucked it between my full, glossy red lips. His eyes were narrowed now, the look of a man in a high state of arousal. I would have to be careful or this could be over before it started. A half an hour wasn't long, but I was determined to make the full use of my allocation.
He grew even further as soon as I lowered my lips onto to his erect penis. I hadn't yet met a man who could resist my sucking mouth.
He wasn't the biggest I'd ever had, but he was impressive enough. And he was the President. What girl could want more?
I kept my eyes on his face as I sucked him—wanting to capture every expression so that I could replay them over and over again in my mind later, when I was lying in bed fingering myself. I was a nobody. This was the most powerful man on earth. And I was sucking his cock.
Gratifyingly, he continued to stare down at me as I moved slowly, my eager mouth all over him. My wide eyes hypnotically held his as I stared upwards from between his thighs, putting on a visual show to compliment the sensations created by my tongue.
When one of his Presidential hands went to my black hair, the action lit a warm glow inside me. It was his first participatory move. Saliva began to drool from my sucking lips and I worked it into his throbbing length with both hands. My eyes smiled into his as his fingers began to appreciatively stroke my dark locks and I found myself wishing he would talk to me.
I took my time, making sure that I continually kept him at simmering point but easing off each time I felt him beginning to boil. This was my territory. I was the best and I knew it.
He was grunting continuously now, and the delicious feeling of his Presidential cock throbbing in my mouth had my own arousal at fever pitch. It was all I could do to stop myself from dropping a hand between my legs and rubbing myself. This was the President's gig, not mine. Every thought had to be focused on his pleasure, not mine.
Even so, despite the instructions that had been rammed into to me before I'd entered the room, I decided to up the ante. When was a girl ever going to get an opportunity like this again?
Reaching upwards, I released the ties of my halter top.
The President's eyes were all over my ebony coloured tits as I slowly pulled the top of my dress away. Every man I'd ever been with had told me what great tits I had. How they loved my chocolate-coloured nipples. It looked as if I had Presidential approval, too.
