Hi there and welcome back to my blog. Please keep in mind that The President's Little Sweetheart was a period piece written as a throwback to 1966. And here is a quick peek at David taking his girl for a trip on his presidential aircraft! Hope you enjoy!!
Taking her hand, together they teetered back to the rear of the plane until they reached a door that was clearly marked Private Quarters for the President of the United States.
A Secret Service agent opened the door, while David and Cassidy walked into a private study outfitted with enough telephones and chairs that could accommodate a small meeting. “I get a lot of work done here,” David pointed out.
Cassidy’s grin was crooked as she crossed one leg in front of the other. “Right. Sorry about that.”
Opening another door, David revealed a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. “Here you go, sweet pea.”
Cassidy opened the door and her jaw dropped. There stood a toilet along with a vanity and a shower stall. “David, this is beyond unbelievable.”
“Just one of the perks of the job. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fly commercial again once my term is over,” he joked, sitting down in a chair that was adjacent to the queen-size bed. “I’ll wait for you here.”
“I’m sure there’s another four years ahead before you have to worry about that,” she reassured, holding onto the door frame. “I’m so glad to be here with you.”
“And I can’t imagine my life without you, kitty cat.” He paused, angling his head toward her. “Did you need to use the bathroom?”
“Be right back,” she said, pointing one finger in the air.
After about ten minutes, his fingers began tapping on the arm of the chair as he wondered what was taking her so long to return. Standing, he finally walked over to the bathroom and gently knocked on the hard, smooth surface.
“Is everything okay in there?”
“Could you come in here, please, Daddy?” she asked quietly.
“Daddy?” His brow wrinkled with worry as he reached for the knob, but his demeanor changed as he opened the door and witnessed her crouching on top of the covered commode on her knees, her miniskirt wrapped around her waist, peering over her shoulder. Cassidy’s top was tight and the stiff tips of her nipples poked against the black nylon fabric. Her dark bangs were falling into her eyes, and her lips were pursed in that cute little pout…
With a soft moan, he adjusted his aching cock, hoping for a bit of relief as he watched her toss the long-angled side of her bobbed hair.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Mr. President,” she purred in a low, throaty tone.
Blinking twice, trying to clear his head as he backed up against the open door, he looked both ways, hoping no one had noticed how long they’d been gone from their seats. “We shouldn’t do this in here, kitten.” His voice was gravelly as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to control himself.
“Since when did you start caring what anyone thinks?” she asked, baiting him.
“Keep this up, and my tongue will fuck you so hard, you won’t remember who I am.”
“Oh, I’ll remember you, David Buck. You’re the President of the United States of America.”
