Hot Debate

A dazed Samantha Silva slightly regained consciousness, finding herself on the floor still with vibrators in every orifice.

“Mmm...oohhh...How long?...uhh...and I still need sex! LOTS OF SEX!”

It wasn't the first time she woke up lying on the floor with her toys inside her. After long hours of brutal ejaculation, her reasoning usually returned enough for her to eat and drink gallons of water.

“Hmm...water...and fuck...hmmm...fuck a lot,” Sam barely stammered.

With a staggering walk and dripping vaginal fluid all over the floor, she left her room to recharge.

“Grrr...I'm thirsty...hmm...fuck still...ahh...I need to cum.”

The few neurons that were still functioning told her that she had to avoid Ted and his obscene orgy at all costs. Stumbling and moaning, the ultra-horny young woman made her way to the kitchen. Her arousal was so difficult to bear that she had one of her vibrators working at full power in her vagina.

“Ahhhhh… water to keep fucking… ahhh… my body wants to fuck so badly.”

****, she grabbed a pitcher full of the vital liquid to drink. She did it so quickly and roughly that some of the water ran down her breasts and over the rest of her body.

"Gulp… gulp… gulp… gulp… gulp… gulp"

"Oh, oh, oh, I think I just saw a kitten in heat."

That familiar, overbearing voice scared Sam, who dropped the now-empty pitcher on the floor. When she turned around, she saw Ted Thompson standing in the doorway.

"Ha ha ha... if it's true, it's true... ha ha ha ha... IT'S PRESIDENT HOT BITCH IN ACTION!" said the fat man, laughing like crazy.

"YOU!"

The young pervert was blocking the only exit, still naked and slowly stroking his prominent cock with complete pride. Sam's first impulse was to jump back, bumping into the refrigerator, but her arousal wouldn't subside and kept forcing her to continue masturbating.

"Was it scary, darling? I don't blame you; after I turned into a fucking Adonyx, I'm unstoppable," Ted said with a superior air. "Although seeing you... no one would see a difference between you and me," he added.

His words made her recover a good part of her fierce temper, and without taking out the vibrator, she responded as firmly as she could.

"It's not true... hm... you're a huge pile of shit who has ruined Tammy's life and... and... my sister," she said, unable to keep her voice from cracking at the mention of Cindy.

Ted didn't flinch at her accusation; he continued masturbating his cock, which had grown quite a bit.

"You're talking about the chocolate girl and her ex-girlfriend... ha ha ha ha... They're better than ever! Right now they're sleeping happily and incredibly satisfied after fucking them."

"Grrr... lying, asshole... they would never... hm... not in a million years do something like that with you," Sam growled, more to herself than to the fat man.

In response to that, Ted calmly and taking all the time in the world walked over to her. Sam saw in his disgusting smile how he savored every moment of his new and improved life.

He'd always been a jerk who thought girls were just sex objects and nothing more. But now things were a thousand times worse. He was perfectly aware that he could do whatever he wanted, and no one would stop him.

"Oh, you don't know how ridiculous you look saying that... those two are absolutely in love with me and my little friend... heh heh heh... they're my property now. What's more, if I wake them up right now, I assure you they'll be on their knees begging to fuck again," Ted said, taking small steps.

He was getting closer inch by inch, feeling like he owned the house. Sam, on the other hand, felt cornered and unable to escape in her own home. Her instincts told her to run, but her weakened legs only trembled. She backed away even further, pressing her ass against the refrigerator.

"Mmm... no... don't act tough in front of me... grrr... you're just a bastard who got his pride... because... because I got some... ah... genetic issues."

Unfortunately for the President, her body didn't want to accompany her words, as a hand had moved down to assist her urgent pussy, making her much more likely to moan involuntarily.

This didn't go unnoticed by Ted, who could almost certainly detect the indistinguishable scent of a female in heat. At the same time, Sam was beginning to perceive the nauseating and characteristic breath of the fat man.

"Bastard? Ha ha ha ha... stupid, just look at you... anyone who saw you would say you were just a bitch eager for THIS," Ted said, shaking his powerful shaft.

"SHUT UP ALREADY!" Sam shouted, already ****. "I'M WAY ABOVE YOU... I'M A THOUSAND TIMES BETTER!"

Ted stopped two meters away from her, his eyes wide open in feigned amazement, then looked her up and down several times.

“Wow, girl... such rudeness and nerve, but there's one small detail... if that were true, why do you masturbate in the kitchen?”

“Uh... I... I...”

The young woman was speechless as never before, and right at the worst moment of her life, the fat man took advantage of this to take the lead in the debate.

“You want to know the answer... it's that deep down you're a whore who wants nothing more than a real man who can dominate you and ferociously take you down with his cock,” he said, taking another step forward.

“YOU'RE A LIAR, BASTARD!”

“Ha ha ha... what's more, I'm sure you're actually jealous of Tammy and Sindy because they got there first... and you got really horny seeing how I fucked them,” Ted affirmed, taking another step forward.

Now he was two feet away, leaving Sam very little room to maneuver, as she was dizzy from his breath.

“I... ahhh... I'm... I'm only going to tell you once... mmmh... nmm... Get out of my house!” the president said as a final show of authority.

"You're not in charge here now. I'm afraid things are going to change quite a bit... they'll be VERY pleasant changes for me... Starting with this!"

Suddenly, Ted grabbed her by both arms and kissed her brutally, forcing his foul breath into Samantha's mouth.