First picture, enter first daughter of USA.

I sat in anticipation. The door opened and I didn't quite know what to expect. I was surprised, but I should have expected it. It was just so soon. Too soon. Unless I had been sleeping for days, which I now seriously considered. It was possible. I hadn't checked the date or time since I woke up.

As I glanced at the entrance, there was the first daughter of the USA. Nude. Wearing a black leather collar around her neck. Her eyes completely white, no iris, no pupil, only white. White as cum. I got a shiver down my spine. The Zombies were really fucking with the world right now, and I was a bit scared. What if news got out that the first daughter is some lobotomized sex **** of some random Joe? I did not want to go down that path of thoughts.

The first daughter smiled seductively. She ran her hands along her body in a teasing manner. Like she was asking if I wanted her body. And she made it clear she was willing. She licked her lips and nodded at my erection, pleased with herself. The sensual strokes of the Zombies on the side of my throne didn't help either. She sank to her knees. In a dramatic showman like style she tilted her head backwards and put her hands elegantly to her sides. It was like when a queen expects her subjects to kiss her hand. Her hand was relaxed and her fingers hung free and delicate like leaves on a three. Except her hands was both stretched out in a T-pose. It was a bizarre sight to say the least, and I was wondering what she was planning. That soon became apparent though. Because in walked women in suits and black sunglasses. I couldn't see their eyes behind the sunglasses. They had earpieces. It was like earbuds, but with a coiled, see-through stiff wire. That was the thing police, FBI or special enforcement used, was it not? Oh my god. These suit women were probably CIA, FBI or god knows what. Maybe some secret government sector nobody knew about. Did they come here to arrest me? Did they allow the first daughter to go free just so they could get to me? To just follow her until they had me and could neutralize me?

They all watch me flinch and stiffen as I stared at them with wide eyes. My fear must have been pliable in the air. They all then, in unison, tilted their sunglasses down so I could see their eyes. And all of their eyes was white. The suit women had no irises, no pupils. Just pure, white eyes. Oh god. I sighed, taking a breath. I felt relieved. But at the same time not. Was this really better? I felt a tender hand squeeze lovingly around my member. A slow stroking rhythm up and down began. It was like a movie scene with those big drums in anticipation. BUM, ....... BUM, ..... BUM, ..... BUM, .... except it was stroking. Very slow and pronounced stroking of my dick. It was like drumbeat to a ritual. I gulped and looked at the kneeling first daughter, her head still leaned all the way back so I could only see under her chin. Fuck. Was this a demonic ritual? I started to sweat. No, it wasn't and that would be crazy. I told myself. But a creeping doubt washed over me. The Zombies were just too unpredictable.

Then two of the suited women knelt by the hands of the first daughter. They then proceeded to gently adorn her arms in jewelry. First armbands. Seductive gold armbands that clung to her upper arm like coiling snakes in beautiful patterns. Next was elegant bracelets. Multiple. Silver, gold, red silk and blue colored metal. Then they put on rings. Gently guiding the rings on her delicate fingers as the first daughter still T-posed while kneeling. The rings had various precious jewels that I could not name. And I had no idea why they where doing this. When they where done putting on rings, they slowly backed away, going back into the line of women standing behind. Standing rigidly, at attention. Like soldiers.

Stroke... .... .... stroke... ... ... stroke.... stroke.... stroke.... stroke stroke stroke stroke. The rhythm of the stroking quickening. Like the sound of a steam engine. A steam train taking off, steadily picking up more pace before reaching its crescendo.

And then the first daughter tilted her head towards me and smirked. That smirk. It said 'I know you want me'. Ugh. I couldn't deny it. She was sexy. Her breasts was on the smaller side, but her curves made up for it. Her blonde straight hair falling past her shoulders. Her limbs danced around her body in an exotic, teasing manner. She touched her hair, her lips, her hips, her ass. It looked like she moaned from her body language, but she was silent. All the Zombies were silent.

She slowly crawled to me. Sensually shaking her hips. I was kind of mesmerized. It was all so surreal. This powerful woman. Crawling to me. And the fast stroking of my dick made me moan. As she was getting closer, so was I. Closer to cumming and spilling it all over the floor. I panted and breathed heavily through gritted teeth. I was clinching my fists and straining against my restraints. I was not thinking clearly. This vixen was seducing me and it was working. All I wanted was to go grab her, pin her to the floor and ravage her cunt. I let out a guttered high pitch sound as I strained myself against these restraints.

The first daughter saw me and had a loving gaze directed at me. Like she shared my pain. She got up and rushed to me. Tumbling forward on her legs not fully in an erect position after kneeling. It looked more like she was falling towards me. She ran. She embraced me and my mouth was suddenly full with hers. She licked my face and hungrily and without remorse pressed her mouth against mine.

The naked Zombies next to the throne helped lower her onto my painfully erect cock. Her hands roamed greedily all over my face and chest. She started humping me. Riding me as I sat on the throne. She quickly picked up the pace. She opened her mouth to moan, but no sound came out. She was moaning silently with her body. I was consumed by lust in that moment. We went like this for some minutes. I was really close to cumming. So close. But then she slowed down a bit. Just enough to put my orgasm on hold for some precious more seconds.

The first daughter turned her head, facing the black suit women. She then looked at them in what I imagine was an arrogant manner. I didn't see her face so I couldn't tell. But I imagined it was something like ' I'm your queen and you are my subjects '. She raised her hand like some emperor. Then she tilted her pointed finger to the ground. Almost like a roman emperor pointing his thumb down, signaling the execution of a gladiator. Except it was not her thumb, but index finger.

Two things happened in quick succession. First, all the people in the room fell to their knees before us. They knelt almost instantly at her gesture. In that moment, there was a tension in the room. She commanded the room. She had us all putty in her hands. She commanded the atmosphere in the room and demanded reverence. It was like she was a goddess. And the jewelry made her look so sexy. Like a sex goddess. Fuck.

The second thing to happen in quick succession was me cumming. I unloaded in her pussy. I couldn't hold back. The commanding air of this sex goddess that made everyone kneel before us just put me instantly over the edge. And she seemed to know that. I panted as I calmed down. I expected her to maybe get off me, but she stayed in my lap.

She simply got my cock out of her pussy and turned to face the room. She sat on my lap like I was Santa. Except she was basically naked. And we sat on a throne, and ... yeah. You get the picture. She gently kissed my cheek. Well, that was something. I thought to myself.

With a stern look on her face she faced the room. She looked more like a spoiled brat princess that got everything she wanted. Or a goddess. Or a mix of the two. I watched her with eager eyes. Nervous and also with anticipation. What would she do now? What would this crazy sex vixen do now?

She snapped her fingers - SNAP - it was crisp. Commanding. No room for argument. She pointed at the door. I had no idea what she was on about, but I gulped heavily. I guess I was about to find out what she had "commanded", for better or worse. I don't know what to call it, but "command" seemed appropriate.