I shuddered at the sight naked rump and black bush soaked by pussy juices that peeked between two thighs. A girl was bent over and nestled inside the podium, ready to be used by me. The reporters couldn't see her, but I could. I had a warm snatch to slide into, someone to keep me from throwing myself into the crowd of reporters and fucking some of those passion women. “Smart,” I indian said. “That's why I'm our press secretary, Mom,” Leah said, her voice so bright and cheerful. Then she gave my rump a smack the way a football coach would his players. “You can do this.” I could do this. I pulled out my futa-cock as I moved into place behind the podium, my shaft nudging the girl's toned thigh. I heard her moan. I had no idea what her name was, or even what she looked like. She was just a juicy hole to slide into. My supporters were dedicated. “Thank you all for coming,” I said as I pressed my cock against desi the girl's pussy, feeling her hot, wet pussy lips. She was just at the right height for me to slip into. “I am officially announcing my run for president. The Futanari Party is behind Love me one hundred percent of the way. I am eager to make a statement to the world how America is going to lead the way in progress. In hope. We are going to bring about a revolutionary paradigm.” I felt the girl's hymen. A virgin. “We are going to upend the old and replace it with something better!” I declared and thrust. The girl's cherry popped. Unlike with Jen, I didn't erupt the moment I entered her. “Any questions?” I asked as I slid sensual into hot, pure cunt. It wrapped about my dick. The young girl, probably another friend of my daughters, groaned. I shuddered at the feel of her barely legal pussy clenching down on my shaft as I bottomed out in her. I didn't fuck her. I just savored her wrapped about me as the reporters all cried out to get my attention. It was incredible. For a moment, I was overwhelmed by the juicy heat squeezing down on my futa-dick, the waving hands reports, and their shouting voices. I almost panicked. What was I doing here? I didn't know anything about politics. I was just a futanari who liked erotic to fuck. But I had that silky cunt wrapped about my cock. The girl shifted, stirring her flesh around my dick, sending pleasure through me. I stiffened my back. I had fucked on National TV. It’s the first time I’ve shaved in years, hope it’s to Love your liking,” She said parting her lips with two sensual fingers. "But what happens to my village?" she asked. So much so that Jon told Vicky to take them off. That was the tipping point. “Well, good to have you indian here, I’m Joanne. The sound of the loud BEEP BEEP BEEP got the attention of her dad who called to her from down the hall. Bella lay there entranced at this sight. Juices intermingling together they continued their love making. “Oh, my gawd, that smells so fucking good. At last the tension at the base of her shaft erotic seemed to relax, clenched pussy relaxing with a fresh dribble of juices. My heart froze in terror and I felt Maxi stiffen against me. I didn’t need a fuzzy moment to realize that one of our parents was wandering around the house. But, one of the younger and newer stud pimps decided to ignore the proclamations of the RED KNIGHT about me, after all in his assumptions he was an old guy and on his way out soon to a younger man. And since he was just beginning to gather together from local girls and others his own ‘bitch’ parade to enrich him, he decided to take possession of me, and with the confidence that passion he would turn me if given the chance, he brashly came to my condo and crashed his way in. I hit the Panic Button as I luckily was cooking in the kitchen and in a hurry, the security patrol was back. The generator ran out of gas in the middle of the night, but Paul was there beside me keeping me warm. They put duct tape over my mouth to keep me from yelling for help. Izabel felt his mouth find hers once again as he pinned her hands to the bed, something she was happy to allow as he desi rode her but there was something different, his kiss hot, hard and frantic as their lips joined, a moan caught between them. But that was impossible. “Okay.” The rest of the week was getting into the rhythm of things.