I'm with Her

We had come face to face during our campaigns before, so I thought I was ready. I thought I could suppress my urges and keep my cool, but inside I knew this would be one of the toughest challenges I had faced thus far. He and I had history, he knew he could play me like a fiddle; more than once he had been rough with me, grabbing me by the pussy as and when he chose. I loved the feeling of being powerless to his advances, but at the same time knowing I could just say the word, give the right look, and he would be in-between me.
We were both staying in the same hotel, the night before the debate. After dinner, I was about to go to my room when we crossed paths in the hallway. Our managers were with us, so there was no way I could say something, or touch him.
Our eyes met, and I nodded.
‘Donald. Good evening.’
‘Good evening.’ He nodded back. And as he did so, he passed a note into my hand. I made sure I did not react, so even my manager could not tell.
My god, why do I feel this way? Everything about his ideals, what he stands for, just absolutely disgust me. But when we are alone, nothing of that matters. Our bodies are just made for each other. I needed him inside me.
‘Good night, Robby; I am going to have a rest. Big day tomorrow.’
‘Indeed, Mrs. Clinton. See you at 8 tomorrow, then.’
Robby Mook, my campaign manager, a young, polite, joyful man, opened the door for his room and closed it behind him.
I stood in the hallway and looked both ways to make sure no one was there. I felt my right hand holding the note tightly. It was wet, sweaty from the excitement. I opened the small piece of paper: “769”. Just that. Obviously a room number.
I opened my room door, that was across Robby’s, and picked up a leather bag that I held as tightly as the note, the straps marking my palms.
I went back to the and looked myself in the mirror. I could feel my body craving for this, my blood flowing, my heart beating fast. I clicked the button number 7.
Seconds later, the doors of the elevator opened.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. As I was walking towards room 769, my mind was rambling. This was wrong, but it felt so right. I felt so alive, so young. He knew where to touch me, he knew how to make me cum so hard I felt numb afterwards. I was still punishing Bill for Monica, so I did not let him touch me since then. This was all so wrong, and that made it even better.
I knocked.
He opened the door. There he was, in front of me. And he was completely naked.
I bit my lip and made my way in.
The room was massive with an amazing view over Las Vegas. But there was only one thing I cared about.
‘I’m glad you made it.’, he said, in a soft whisper in my ear, as he touched my waist, my hips, and finally squeezing my ass.
I smiled, ‘Of course’, as I was making my way into touching his crotch, and then his dick. It was hard. I couldn’t wait.
‘Undress me now.’, I said, assertively.
He unbuttoned my red blazer as we stood in front of the bed and threw it on the floor. I was wearing nothing underneath. Next to the bed there was a glass of half drunk whisky glass with three ice cubes in it. He grabbed the glass, put his fingers inside and took one ice cube; he rubbed the ice on my left nipple, making it hard. The cube had melted completely into water and whisky that dripped all over my breast. He kneeled in front of me and unzipped my pants, making them drop to the floor.
‘I am all yours tonight’, he said. He licked me, from my nipple, then my stomach, then my crotch and slowly put his tongue in my clitoris. I sat on the end of the bed, succumbing to my shaking reflexes. Donald was still on his knees, in between my now wide spread open legs.
He didn't know what I had brought with me in my bag that was still lying on the floor next to the door. He stopped and got his head out, looking at me with desire.
‘Oh please, I want you’, he said.
‘Get on your fours’, I replied. ‘Now.’
I got out of the bed, walked towards my bag and he obeyed. I put it the bag on and went behind him.
I slapped his ass and the sound of it echoed in the room. I slapped him twice more before I slowly put my (now) big hard plastic dick in his ass. He moaned in pain and pleasure. His blonde hair was dripping with sweat and I could see his arm moving to touch himself.
‘No, no hands, you’re mine.’ I didn’t give him time to even say a word, I grabbed a tie that was on the bedside table and tied him to the bed frame and kept fucking him.
I could feel the vibrations inside me, my mouth was open.
Seconds before I could cum, I heard the door open. I froze inside him, Donald was moaning and screaming and didn’t even notice that someone just came in.
I looked to my right and saw Kellyanne. What do I do now?
‘Good evening, Hillary. Hi, Donald. I see you two are busy.’
I didn't move an inch.
‘Kellyanne!’, Donald was surprised.
Kellyanne Conway was Donald’s campaign manager, a blonde, sophisticated, athletic woman. I looked at her and didn’t know what to do, I was too horny to think straight. She was a sexy woman, wearing high heels and a tight black dress that emphasized her perky big breasts and slick figure. She looked back at me, the room was silent. Kellyanne walked in my direction and sat next to me in bed, slowly put her hand in Donald’s ass — who was still on all fours and tied — and slapped him: ‘You bad, bad boy.’
She leaned into me and kissed me. We kissed more and I got out of Donald as she took her dress off. We both lied in bed and untied Donald and he quickly turned around to lie on his back, to watch us. This was a good surprise. Kellyanne took the strap-on off me and put it on her, and then stuck her fingers inside me, while kissing my neck and licking my ear.
‘Mind if I join this party, ladies?’, he said.
We looked at each other, tied him to the bed again and touched him. Our heads moved towards his dick, that was harder than ever. We licked it together, and sucked him, our tongues touching, my hands squeezing her breasts, her fingers inside me. I could feel my inside pounding. Donald was moaning, his whole body shaking.
‘I really want to try this thing, Hillary’, said Kellyanne, now touching the big hard plastic dick that was around her waist. She untied Donald once again, lied next to him and whispered in his ear. ‘On your fours, bitch.’ I just couldn’t believe how sexy she was. He quickly obeyed.
As Kellyanne moved behind him and starting fucking him, I was horny. I moved in front of Donald and opened my legs in front of his face. I could feel myself dripping wet.
‘Do me.’, and seconds after he was sucking on my clitoris, moaning inside me as Kellyanne fucked him.
‘Yes!’, I screamed.
‘I want some of that, too.’, Kellyanne said.
I wanted to fuck Donald now. I got on top of him, he was still breathless and didn’t have a chance to say a word, because Kellyanne immediately sat on his face, while I jumped up and down on his dick. He was ours.
Donald’s scream was heard all over the room, but Kellyanne didn’t move. ‘Don’t stop!’, she slapped his face.
I leaned towards her, licked and bit her nipple, touched her other breast. Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ but didn’t make a sound, just a quiet, long gasp. I kissed her once more.
I sat next next to them in bed as Kellyanne got out of Donald’s face, still in disbelief. My body was numb. She got up, and while still naked poured some whisky in the glass that was on the bedside table. She drank it while looking outside the window, almost in one single shot.
‘Well, this was interesting. But big day tomorrow, kids.’ It was just like she would do this everyday, completely natural. It made her look even sexier.
Donald couldn’t say a word, and neither could I. I got up and went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face. When I came back to the room, Kellyanne was getting dressed and Donald was still lying in bed, naked, arms and legs spread open.
I did the same as her and put my clothes on.
The room smelled of sex.
‘Sweet dreams, Donald.’, Kellyanne said, as she was making her way out. I followed her.
‘Good luck for tomorrow’, I said sarcastically.