Second helpings

Lakeesha, the president’s aide, increased the volume of the TV on the wall with the remote control. The room was sound-proof, but there’s no need to take chances.

On the TV, the news was playing a footage of the President’s most recent press conference. Lakeesha’s eyes scanned every inch of the President’s image on TV. She was looking for any flaws or imperfections in the President’s presentation. It was Lakeesha’s job to make sure the President of United States is presented to the world in best possible light.

The president on the TV was immaculate.

Lakeesha’s phone rang. She already knew who it was before she answered. “Lakeesha speaking,” she said to her phone.

“Hey, Keesh!” The president’s husband, Keith Harper, greeted through the phone. “Hey, I’m at the downtown station. But there’s no record of the kids ever being here at all. You sure you got the right place?”

“Pretty sure I did, sir,” Lakeesha replied.

“That’s weird,” Keith said, “I tried calling them, but it keeps going to voicemail. I’m a little worried. Can you get a hang of the secret service and get them to check on my babies? They must be tracking everyone, right?”

“Yessir. At all times,” Lakeesha replied, “I’m on it.”

Keith sighed. “And what’s up with Sam? She’s not answering her phone.”

Lakeesha walked over to her other phone which had been set up on a tripod to record the couch across from it. The positioning was perfect, recording every frame and millisecond of two enormous young black cocks slowly drilling in and out of the President of United States’s tautly stretched, tight pink pussy and ass in unison.

“Oooohhh.. Oh my god… Oh goddd…” Samantha moaned huskily while getting taken by two big black dicks at once.

Thankfully, the sounds from the TV was masking the President’s moans. Otherwise Keith would surely have caught that, Lakeesha thought. She replied to Keith on the phone, “I’m afraid President Harper is currently negotiating a couple of things.”

While Tyrell and Shawn fucked the President’s pussy and ass, Jamar moved up to Samantha’s gaping mouth and fed another big black cock to her.

“Now three things,” Lakeesha mumbled to Keith.

“Negotiation? At this hour?” Keith asked, sounding annoyed. “What about?”

“Hmmm…” Lakeesha replied while watching three huge black cocks slowly slide in and out of America’s most well-protected holes. Samantha Harper groaned and her eyes rolled back with pleasure. “Weapons of mass destruction…” Lakeesha finally replied.

Keith remained in stunned silence for a minute. Finally he said, “Shit, that sounds serious!”

“Ohhhh yeah…” Lakeesha said, “It has very serious penetration capabilities.”

Keith gulped on the other end of the line. “Is it North Korea?” He asked.

“I’m afraid the exact source is need-to-know only, sir,” Lakeesha said, “But I can reveal that it’s AFRICAN in origin...”

Samantha pulled her mouth off Jamar’s cock and screamed, “FFFFUUCCKKKKK!!!”

Tyrell and Shawn’s huge black cocks had both bottomed out inside Samantha’s slender, curvy, white body at the same time. Samantha arched her head back and gaped her mouth wide in a mixed expression of alarm and jubilance. Her entire face was sweaty and flushed deep pink.

“FFFFFFFFFUCCCCCKKKKKK!!! OHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!” Samantha cried out again.

“Damn, Sam sounds pissed,” Keith said nervously over the phone.

“Nawwww,” Lakeesha replied, “My girl just realizing what she’s been missing.”

“Huh, did she overlook something? Shouldn’t it be your job to fill her in?”

“Roger that. She’s definitely getting filled-in right now as we speak, sir,” Lakeesha said and licked her lips, “She ain’t never been filled-in like that all her life, I can tell you that! Not by YOU, not by anybody.”

Keith chuckled, “Yeah, I hear ya.”

“Especially not by YOU,” Lakeesha added with a smirk.

“What do you mean, Keesh? I’m not sure if I’m qualified for the job. Don’t I need like special training, expertise, or clearance to be giving her what she needs?”

“Nawwww…” Lakeesha replied, “Just gotta find her the right man to do it. Some people are just naturals in giving her what she needs. She has three guys working her needs right now.”

“Oh yeah? Like consultants or specialists or something?”

“Damn right. They’re the best when it comes to giving her what she needs, STRAIGHTTT and HARDDD!”

Samantha let out another banshee wail while at the same time gyrating her curvy little white ass, all while still being doubly impaled with two big black cocks.

“If only you can see her now, sir,” Lakeesha said to Keith, “She really be trying her best to bust these guys’s balls right now.”

Keith chuckled. “Really? Oh dear, wouldn’t wanna be them right now.”

“Don’t worry. You ain’t ever gonna be them, sir. NEVER.”

Samantha was soon humping and gyrating her hips and white ass restlessly against the two young black studs sandwiching her. Tyrell and Shawn seemed to oblige and started earnestly pounding their massive black cocks in and out of the pink Presidential holes.

“Yeah.. oh yeah…” Samantha moaned deliriously, “Ohmaigawd… yeah… ungh… fuckk… fuck me… fuck my snowbunny holes!”

“She sounds really stressed out,” said Keith over Lakeesha’s phone.

“No sir. More like, ‘stretched out.’”

“What did I say?”

“Forget it. Not important sir,” Lakeesha replied with a smirk, “And don’t worry, I have a feeling madam president is gonna get one big stress relief once she finishes riding these guys hard. In fact, you might wanna buy her some cigarettes.”

“Huh? Sam doesn’t smoke…” Keith said.

On the couch, the Lady President and the two boys were now eagerly fucking in earnest. Samantha’s excited moans of pleasure were mixed with the animalistic grunts and growls from the two black youths as they powerfully railed America’s highest ranking pussy and ass into orgasmic oblivion.

“Well…” Keith said, “I guess I’ll leave you troopers to it then.”

“Yes sir. Leave it all to us, sirrrrrr,” Lakeesha purred. “We’ll be making damn sure the President is well trained to handle any future AFRICAN weapons of mass destruction coming her way. Once we’re done here, Madam President will be able to take any form of abuse from these AFRICAN missiles no matter how hard and how long they pound her.”

“What?… Errrr… Okay, Lakeesha. Keep me posted.”

“Yessirrrr…..” Lakeesha replied sweetly.