"That's it," I grin. "Just like that."
You may be thinking that I just fuck people for the hell of it. Sure, I love fucking beautiful women just as much as the next guy—and I'm fucking good at it—no the best—but you've got to believe me when I say this is work too.
You see this little tryst with Jia Park? It's all a part of my job.
Don't believe me?
Well, it's just all part of my overall plan to help turn the country around. Just you wait and see.
"Bae-go-pa, I'm hungry," Jia says, "for your cock."
"On your knees," I smile. I know I'm the best fuck she's ever had. I'm the best fuck any woman has ever had. It's no secret that I'm good in bed. Women worship my cock.
I watch as she obeys, and then opens her mouth as wide as she can. I seize the opportunity and roll my shaft all the way in, inch by inch.
There’s a wet sound when my tip hits the back of her throat, but there’s no denying it—she loves every single moment of this.
There’s nothing like almost choking on a 12-inch long cock, is there?
“That’s it… Suck it,” I whisper to her, slowly sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.
I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand and then, with more force, rest my hand on the back of her head, pushing her deeper onto my cock.
She's so deep that my balls are resting against her lips.
And then, I come undone.
Pleasure rages through my veins with an undeniable intensity, and there’s no stopping it.
"Fuck," I hiss, with my teeth clenched. "You feel so good."
I can feel my pulse beating a quick rhythm in the chords of my neck. And then I bury my cock as deep as possible in her throat again and explode—rope after rope of hot cum is running down her throat and she's eagerly swallowing it. I look down and watch as her throat muscles contract, waves of pleasure coursing through me.
Then I pull my cock out, and watch as she milks the last strands of cum from my cock. She rubs the tip across her lips and licks at it eagerly.
"Dangshin-eul aju manhi johaha eyo," she purrs. "I like you."
It's a good thing I brushed up on my Korean. "I think this is going to be a good partnership," I smile.
Fuck. I love my job.
You see, I'm making the world a better place, one fuck at a time.
I may be a bad boy, but I've got a good heart. Yes, I'm rich but I was raised to value public service and charity.
I know what you're thinking. And I know what this looks like, but I'm not just in politics for the ego trip.
I care about the country … maybe too much. The media loves to portray me as some sex crazed bad boy, making waves just for the fuck of it. But they don't understand my motives. There's always a diplomatic reason behind my actions.
I look back at Jia as I prepare to leave. "Remember our deal," I say.
"I assure you," she replies, slipping her arms into a hotel robe, "I will do my best to sway the South Korean President toward a more open trade agreement with the US."
"Good," I reply, pressing my lips to hers in a final good bye. "We'll be in touch."
I reach for my clothes, and get dressed.
Another deal consummated. This one will bring back a lot of jobs back to America. Good, solid, manufacturing jobs. Back to the fucking heartland. Where politicians forgot all about the people.