President's Girlfriend 06 - The Sins of the Fathers (7 page)

And Sam was
definitely odd.
 
She still wore it like a
second skin.
 
She was still that
tough-as-nails, do it her way Sam.
 
Still had that toughness down pat.
 
But now she needed help, she said to him,
which he knew was a hard admission for her to make.
 
Which made Dutch admire her
even more.
 
Not that she was this
great, empathetic person worthy of any admiration.
 
She wasn’t a particularly likeable human
being, if he was to tell the truth of it.
 

But he
admired her because she was always true to herself.
 
That took courage and it took conviction, and
Sam, for all her faults, had both in spades.
 
And a woman like that, who raised their daughter alone, who went through
med school on scholarships alone, who gave up a lucrative practice to fulfill
her dream of owning a bookstore, now considered herself a failure.
 
A failure.
 
A woman with her brains and
beauty and talents.

Dutch would
gladly help a woman like that.
 
He was a
very wealthy man.
 
He would not hesitate
in helping a self-reliant, honest soul like Sam.
 
She had planned to return to her medical
career, only because she needed the money, but Dutch had told her to not make
any rash decisions just yet.
 
He knew she
really wanted to keep her bookstore.
 
That was her true love.
 
He, in
fact, already had his lawyers looking into the feasibility of such a
proposition, and until they reported back to him, he told her to wait.
 
And Sam, to his pleasant surprise, was
finally willing to take direction from somebody else.
 
A part of him was very pleased that he was
the one to whom she was willing to relinquish some control.
 

But why was
he so pleased?
 
That was the real
question.
 
When they were kids in college
he used to have such a crush on Sam, an unbelievable crush, and seeing her look
so stunning in that sequined dress yesterday turned him on mightily.
 
But he couldn’t possibly still be harboring
any feelings in that department.
 
Not
with a woman like Gina waiting this very moment in his bed.
 
Sam was fine, and was perhaps a woman with
the greatest natural beauty he’d ever seen, but she was no Gina.
 

He, in fact,
was getting hard again just thinking about Gina.
 
And what, he knew, he was about to do to her.

He stepped
out of the shower, dried off quickly, and tossed the white towel onto the
elongated, marbled vanity.

As soon as
he walked back into the bedroom, Gina was just beginning to stir awake.
 
He smiled.
 
Because as soon as her big, golden-brown eyes opened, and she saw him
standing there naked as the night was long, she made him understand why he
loved her so much.

“
Dutch
!” she screamed so heartfelt, as if
she had been on a deserted island and he was her water.
 
She jumped from the bed and ran to him.
 
His heart was hammering with joy as he lifted
her up into his arms.
 
It had been almost
a week that they’d been apart, but it felt like a year.
 

“Oh, my
darling!” he said as he twirled her around happily.
 
And then they both found each other’s mouth,
and all sounds stopped.
 
Except the sound of their smacking, and tongue kissing, and making
up for lost time with their lips alone.

Dutch was
moaning as he kissed Gina.
 
He moaned so
hard that she almost smiled.
 
By the way
he was going at it she would have declared they’d been parted for a very long
time.
 
Not that she
wasn’t going at it too.
 
She
was.
 
And almost as
hard as he was.
 
She wrapped her
legs around his rock hard body and her arms around his neck, and relaxed into
his kiss.

Dutch
relaxed too, in the warmth of having Gina in his arms again.
 
It felt positively exhilarating to feel her
body wrapped around his, his dick jammed against her mound, and her lips on his
lips.
 
And her ass.
 
His hands reached beneath her skirt, beneath
her panties, and began massaging her ass.
 

Until his
moaning became a grunt, and he knew he had to find more relief.

He carried
her to their bed, still kissing her, still massaging her, and sat her on the
bed.
 
As he began removing her shirt,
Gina took his fully aroused dick in her hand.
 
She began licking it, slowly up and down and around, in that
half-gliding, taste-so-good way Dutch just adored.

“Oh, babe,”
he said as she licked around his head, “that mouth of yours is a lethal
weapon!”

“Only for
you,” Gina said as she licked up and down and squeezed as she licked.
 

Dutch leaned
down too, and began fondling her breasts, as he felt the wonderment of Gina’s
tongue all over his rod.
 
Her breasts
were full now, her nipples hard, and he couldn’t stop twirling and squeezing
them.
 
But the more Gina licked on him,
the less he was able to do to her.
 
And
soon he couldn’t do anything but stand there completely paralyzed by her slick
administrations.
 
It felt so good to him
that it made his entire body tremble in waves of sensation.

And Gina
kept at it.
 
Her tongue felt every vein
in his rod, as it continued to stretch long and expand wide.
 
And to throb.
 
She licked the top tip of his head, right in
the seam, as it began a slow leak.

But when she
went down on Dutch, all the way down, he thought he was going to cum in her
mouth.
 
But he didn’t.
 
He held back.
 
Because he had to do her first.
 
No-way was it ending this quickly.

He leaned
down and lifted her slightly.
 
He removed
her skirt and panties, rendering her naked too.
 

Then he
knelt down, placed her legs over his shoulders, and opened her wide.
 
He loved the look of her pink pussy.
 
Loved the smell of her.
 
He’d missed it.
 
They rarely went this long without his mouth,
his dick, all over it.
 
And he didn’t
linger long.
 
He placed his mouth between
those legs, into that pussy, and licked.
 

Gina felt a
surge of electricity slink through her when Dutch’s tongue first touched her
folds.
 
She rested on her hands, palm
down, behind her, and her head leaned back too.
 
It was as if she was giving herself completely to him, and he was poised
to take it.

His big
hands slid underneath her butt and squeezed as he ate her.
 
All she could hear was his smacking sounds as
his mouth met her moistness and delivered a powerful blow to her cunt.
 
She hadn’t felt his tongue in days, now she
wanted him to devour her.
 

And he
did.
 
He pulled her so close that her ass
was nearly off of the bed’s edge, and his face buried itself like a wedge
between her legs.
 
It felt strangely
awesome to have the leader of the free world on his knees giving her this kind
of head, and she enjoyed every second of that awesomeness.
 
And when his finger entered her vagina to
compliment his tongue, and they slid in and out of her as if they were in
unison, she fell back onto the bed.
 
Her
back arched as the intensity built, as his fingers fucked her, as his tongue
fucked her.
 
Until it
was more than she could bear.
 

“Dutch, no,”
she let out, her breath now raspy and hoarse.
 

“Yes, Gina,”
Dutch said breathlessly.
 
His mouth and
fingers were now whipping into her, working her over as if she was the meal of
his life.

“No, Dutch,
no!” she yelled again.
 
She arched
again.
 
“I can’t take it!”

But she knew
she wanted to.
 
Desperately.
 
Because as soon as he stopped and looked up
at her, to make sure she truly wanted him to stop, she quickly changed her
tune.

“No,” she
yelled.
 
“Don’t stop!”

Dutch
smiled, although his lustful look shielded it.
 
And he was at it again.

He moved his
free hand to his cock, and began jerking on it, as the feeling of Gina’s
wetness sliding around his tongue caused him to throb almost to the point of no
return.
 
He had to have it.
 
He had to have it NOW.

He slid her
further up onto the bed, got on the bed with her, and opened her legs as wide
as they could go.
 
With his knees between
those legs, he pulled her closer, until her legs were across his thighs.
 
He then slid his dick into her folds with the
deftness of a man seeking refuge.
   
Both
of them let out a sigh of welcome when he entered her.
 
It felt like a tease, where the anticipation
was so great it couldn’t possibly live up to the hype.
 

Only it did
live up to it, they realized, as soon as Dutch moved in deeper.
 
It surpassed all expectations.

“
Ah, Dutch
,” Gina cried and arched and
kept crying the further he dug in.
 
And
he dug in.
 
He was showing no mercy.
 
He kept digging in.
 
He laid down on her, digging in.
 
He lifted her ass, squeezing her, and digging
in.

He gave her
the best he had to give, as his thick dick stroked inside of her with expert
strokes and then started sliding against her walls.
 
His dick came alive in her pussy.
 
His slide and strokes felt so intense and
sensual that she kept squeezing his massive biceps, attempting to ease that
wonderful intensity she really didn’t want eased, and then she started
screaming his name.
 
She screamed the
sounds of unbridled joy he loved to hear from her.
 
Because he knew, when Gina screamed, he was
pleasing her beyond measure.
 

He kept
pleasing her, long and hard, all of the disappointment of Helsinki and the
press criticisms and DC politics disappearing into thin air as he felt his
wife’s pussy come to life around his cock.
 
And it latched onto him like an attachment, and wouldn’t let him move
without friction.
 

He loved her
friction.
 
It made his pathway narrow and
sweet.
 
And all he wanted to do was lay
there and fuck her.
 
He banged her.
 
He pumped her.
 
He pounded her.
 
Gina was feeling every thrash to the roots of
her hair.
 
She even squeezed his ass, and
was holding on for wonderful dear life, as he thrashed her.
 

He held her
tightly in his arms as he fucked her.
 
“Oh,
Gina
,” he started saying,
as the feelings intensified to even heights he hadn’t anticipated.
 
“
Gina
!”
he said again, his hands coursing through her soft, short hair, his mouth
kissing her all over her pretty face.
 
“
Gina
!”

And his dick
kept thrashing against her walls every time he said her name.
 
He slid, in and almost out, in and almost
out, his dick filling up with her love.
 
And the sounds in the silence was deafening.
 
The bed creaking.
 
The grunts and groans.
 
And the slushing sounds of her saturation and
his movements inside that saturation caused them both to fall into a rhythm
that became a song.
 
And Dutch, Gina
felt, sung it better than any man had ever attempted to sing it before.
 

Dutch then
moved onto his back, taking Gina with him.
 
Now she was on top of him.
 
But
nothing changed.
 
He was still inside of
her.
 
He was still pounding her with a
fierceness they could barely take.
 
Gina
laid down on his thick chest, her love for him becoming like a drug.
 
And when he wrapped his arms around her,
melding her to him, making her
his
again, she wanted to cry.