Marvel: President Stark

Tony remained sitting on the toilet, his loins going warm as the long legs of this woman were indeed ravishing to look at. He had already banged her brains out once, after all, so there wasn't much of a secret shock hidden there.

He just folded his arms, slouched back, and spread his legs wide. "Go ahead."

"Hmm… always the confident one, aren't you?"

Christine started to sway her hips, both her hands pulling up her skirt with her fingers, inch by inch. More and more of her soft, sultry, pale legs were revealed. "So what does the infamous Tony Stark plan to do, when he gets the…. Highest… position in the country?" She asked with tickling whispers.

"Oh, a lot... Everything can be improved. But first, I will have to examine things thoroughly…" Tony teased with his nonchalant tone as he caught sight of her sexy, lacy, white panties. Biting his lower lip as he saw her hook both her thumbs on each side of her pantie and pull them down towards her knees and, letting them fall to her ankles.

"So, you're really going to dip…" Christine continued as she kicked them away from her high-heels. "Your fingers… ummmmph… in everything?" She moaned between sentences as her hand moved towards her warm, moist sheath.

One of her hands caught her delicate, soft petals, and spread them with her fingers; While the other started rubbing her swollen nub.

Tony enjoyed the view, fascinated by the way her juices started to aid her fingers. He also moved, his hands began caressing up and down her satin-smooth thighs, keeping her heated core right in front of his face. "Only if they let me," he answered with a smirk.

"Why wouldn't th-they...Oh... A genius... Umphh... Like you?" Christine moaned, every word dripping out of her lips with heated desire, taking in the warm feeling of his palms on her skin.

"Oh… And they do say you're a-ah…a philan-nnnmm...thropist…" She started to wiggle her hips, her pussy dangerously close to his lips now. "Feeling a little generous, tonight?" she asked, looking at him with her craving eyes.

Tony smiled and finally leaned back on the toilet tank. He widened his legs with his fingers interlocked behind his head. His bulging erection clearly visible, imprinted on the cloth of his pants. "I'd have to think about that. It's not exactly…. Hard enough, to need my attention. Maybe you could help it along?"

Christine giggled at his words, both understanding what he actually meant. She placed both hands on his shoulder, her fingers moving lower and lower, as she slowly lowered her body to kneel in front of him.

She dragged her nails over Tony's shirt, tickling the skin of his chest as they found their place on his belt. She licked her lips and unbuckled his belt, "Such a demanding man. I like it."

After pulling down his zipper, she tugged down the front part of his underwear, unleashing the thing she wanted most. His cock came out, still a little relaxed but fully calling on her thirst. Her nimble fingers started stroking him up and down, and her tongue extended with its gleaming saliva.

"Um.." Tony hummed a little, suppressing a groan as he relaxed his head back.

He could feel her small kiss on his swollen head, her hot tongue sliding across his growing member, tickling his base then moving up and around his cockhead. It flicked the rim of his crown with little swishes of its tip, then finally went back down to smother his base with long, wide strokes.

Her warm saliva rolled down his shaft as her tongue went back up with slow slithers. She savored every lick like his engorged flesh was a tasty popsicle.

Christine could feel his cock throbbing under her touch, straining into a rock-hard evidence of his arousal. She left a few more licks and butterfly kisses on his cock, coating him thoroughly with her spit.

"Let's not ruin my lipstick," she suddenly said.

Tony was surprised when she stood up, but felt happy when she widened her legs and placed each one on the sides of his lap. He instinctively placed both his hands on her slender waist, slowly guiding her down. The moist junction of her thighs leisurely lowered itself towards his now rigid flesh.

Christine guided his cock with both hands, aiming straight for her sweltering core. As his cockhead kissed her lower lips, she bit her lips in feeling the way his member parted her pink petals, stretching her entrance to accommodate his size. "Ummm…."

She felt him glide into her, her juices aided as he stretched her walls inside, scraping the rim of his cock on the straining muscles of her wet walls. As his cock kept going in deeper and deeper, her eyes never left his face, as if she wanted to see who would break first.

Tony could feel the heat engulf him deep, all the way to his base.

She moved on her own, placing both her hands on Tony's shoulders for leverage. She started moving her hips, her ass bouncing on his thighs. Small whispers of moans escaped her lips as she fucked herself on Tony's iron-hard flesh. "Oh… oh…yes…"

Tony's eyes sparkled. He admired the view of his cock spreading her blushing petals and squeezing into her depths as she moved her succulent ass up and down. She arched her back, letting her core grind down on his manhood.

One of his hands went down between them, pressing and caressing her clitoris well, since it was easy in that position.

He didn't bother with her small mounds since they were a lot less plump than his preference anyway. Instead, he sunk his thumb into her mouth as he caressed the side of her face, stopping her from crying out in pleasure.

Christine happily obliged. Her lips suckled and licked around his thumb while her pussy milked his throbbing cock with her quivering walls. Her lips clamped around his digit while her body tensed up. Then, with a burst of hot release, her nectar flowed onto his cock.

"Gk… Tight! I'm close…" Tony remarked as he felt her walls contracting all around him in hot, wet clenches.

"Not yet, Mr. Stark…" Christine suddenly pinched Tony's nipple through the fabric, pulling him off the ledge.

She pulled Tony's twitching shaft out of her drenched core as she stood up, turning to the door of the stall. She lifted her skirt higher, showing him what he had done to her with her ass up in the air.

"One more time…" She begged with a seductive tone, as her hand held her blushing petals agape with her fingers from below. Her dripping juices rolled down her fingers, inviting Tony to have a taste. "If you please, Mr. President."

The way she spoke made him want to ravage that body of hers until she begged him to stop.

The smile on Tony's face wouldn't come down. He quickly stood up, standing right behind her. As his pants came down to his knees, he aimed his twitching cock right into her portals of wonder.

With a single, forceful thrust, he rammed into her squelching slit. His rhythm was quick and frantic, looking for that wondrous bliss inside her body. With both hands on the stall door, Christine pushed her ass back, letting him slam into her flesh with resounding slaps. The more she resisted the push, the deeper he went, diving and digging into her sweltering core.

"Ah, ah, ah! Yesss! Deeper, Tony… Harder!" She yelped everytime he shoved into her, causing her body to rock and thump against the door.

Tony couldn't get enough of the sounds she was making. The breathless moans in delight and the dirty, squelching spurts of her pussy; a primal symphony of lust.

"Ugh… Gk… Where?" Tony asked through gritted teeth as he was teetering on the edge of release.

"Inside! Fuck me, fill me up, Tony! Ah! Ahh!" Christine went wild with lust, her hips drawing circles around his thrusting cock.

"But.. Agh! Damn it!" Tony almost doubted, but her ass started bouncing back onto him. Her pussy firmly grasping his cock tightly.

Christine pushed her hands on the stall door, fucking herself on his cock again as her body rocked back and forth.

"I'm on... Ahhh ah… I'm on the… Ooh, the pill!" She moaned out every word, drowning in bliss.

Tony perked up at the thought, vigorously plowing in to find that light at the end of the heavenly tunnel. With long, deep thrusts, striking her core to the fullest.

Tony finally felt the twitching turn to tremors, traveling up from his knees to his balls. His abs contracted, feeling as if his soul was sucked into her ravenous furnace. It was one of the longest release he had ever felt, with burst after burst of creamy white seeds spilling into her.

His fatigue finally came crashing down on him. He took a step back, pulling his now similarly exhausted cock out of her twitching core.

Christine steadied her legs, taking some toilet paper from the roll on the stall wall, and somewhat cleaned her swollen petals with it. She rested with her back on the door, smiling at Tony with a satisfied grin.

After a minute of cleaning up and steadying their breaths, they both finally came out of the toilet stall.

Tony looked in the mirror and fixed his tie, as Christine did with her hair and blouse. Then he turned and went back into his metal suit.

"Are you going to give an interview in that armor?" She asked, not bringing up the matter of his workshop. She knew how far she could push.

Tony nodded, keeping the helmet open so his face was visible. "Don't you want it to be iconic?"

"Yes, but…"

"Iron Man's the talk of the town lately. It's good for your TRP," Tony said and wore his fashionable glasses, "Let's go then. Your revision cost us an exact forty minutes."

Giggling, Christine stepped in front of Tony to lead him, making her hips sway a little more purposefully. "Not my fault, Mr. Stark. Who knew the revision would go on for so long."

"Can't help it. So many details to hash out," Tony replied and followed her out of the restroom.

Christine led him into the studio, where the whole set was created. She introduced him to other journalists who were going to join since Christine wasn't senior enough to do the entire interview alone.

The set wasn't a green screen, but rather a large wallpaper. There were four single-seater couches, two on each side, facing each other, and the audience bench that was yet to be filled. On both sides of the set there were also large screens for them to look at the materials being shown to the TV audience.

Tony just went ahead and sat down on one of the couches, cross-legged, still in his Mark V armor. The interview hadn't started, and yet all eyes were on him. Soon, the curtain was dropped as the final countdown began.

The field producer controlled the audience while the last countdown echoed on the speakers. Christine didn't take a seat beside him and stood on the other side of the curtain as the segment's main, starting host. Tony's other side was already occupied by an old-looking man and a similarly old woman.

"Tonight, we have a special guest in the room. A man famous around the world, sometimes for his genius, and sometimes for his adventurous personality. Please wel—"

Tony cringed in heart hearing that introduction by Christine. But he did what Pepper had taught him. As the curtains spread apart, he smiled and waved at the crowd of spectators, who went wild seeing him.

I guess I really can become the President. He felt after seeing the excited crowd. I hope they're not paid.

"So, some people are interested in the daily life of a billionaire? Let's start there. What did you have for breakfast today, Mr. Stark?" Christine sat beside him on the couch and asked the first question. It almost took him by surprise, making him chuckle.

"Worked all night, so my lunch was my breakfast. Just a few boiled eggs and a glass of juice," Tony answered, going slow with what he had planned. "Yeah, I'm just like you all."

"What about dinner?" Asked the old man, thinking it'd be funny.

It was funny though, but only in the mind of Tony and the blonde woman beside him as he responded. "Already had that—some top quality meat."

Christine licked her lips at that and decided to change the topic. "So, Mr. Stark. I think everyone watching wants to hear about those flying Iron Man suits across the state these days. What are they? Who are they?"

"Peace!" Tony responded, delighted that she had brought him to the topic he wanted to discuss. "Can you pull up the stats?"

"W-What stats?" the old woman interviewer asked.

Tony sighed, took out his personal device, and just hijacked the network. Right away, an easily understandable bar graph appeared on all screens.

"What you look at is the crime statistics of every major city in California. The red bar is the weekly number of violent crimes before my Iron Guardians started to help out. The blue bar is today's calculated weekly violent crime numbers—look at it! A drop of eighty percent."

Tony tapped on his device and changed the bar graphs. At the same time, he showed a few family-friendly clips of Iron Guardians stopping robberies, accidents, and busting drugs.

"The number of robberies fell by sixty percent. Large-scale drug trafficking decreased by ninety percent. Kidnappings have fallen by one hundred percent. Every single crime-related matric has dropped more than fifty percent, if not by a whole hundred."

Tony gave back control of the broadcast to the station and got off his seat. He looked straight into the camera, letting people digest the data he just showed.

"Imagine a world where you don't have to fear getting robbed, murdered, kidnapped, attacked, or receiving delayed medical aid. Ten—that's the number of Iron Guardians I used to change the crime statistics of this state," Tony revealed. "And I plan to deploy five hundred of them around the country!"

The interviewers, the staff, the audience, and even those watching the television went speechless for a moment.

Tony continued, standing still proudly, his Iron Man suit making him look taller and imposing.

"As Tony Stark, and as the future President of America, let this be my promise and gift. I won't stop until this country is crime-free! That is my promise—that is my guarantee!"

Finally, he showed a victory sign with a big smile. "Vote for Stark!—Vote for the future!"

"Stark!"

"Stark!"

"Stark!"

The live audience began chanting his name right then, feeling excited and pumped by his little speech and a promise that had already shown effective plausibility and results.

Easy, as expected. Tony felt, seeing how easy it was to sway the public. The hard part is surviving till the election.

However, as if that wasn't enough, Tony went on and dropped another big announcement. This was so wild that it made every single American hopeful and a little excited. Especially since it came from his mouth.

"And I'm on the verge of a breakthrough of a century—Mark my words! By the end of next year, I'll revolutionize the energy sector! One hundred percent clean, uninterrupted energy will run New York at a cost seventy percent less—by the end of twenty-fifteen, all major cities will—by twenty-twenty, all of America."

This time, Tony threw a fist at the sky, hyping up the viewers. He didn't ask for a vote this time, as it'd be counterintuitive. But that didn't mean the crowd couldn't.

"Vote Stark!"

"Vote Stark!"

"Vote Stark!"

Damn, I feel like a rockstar with a fan club of murderous teen girls.

Tony didn't like to lie to himself, so he knowingly greatly enjoyed the chants. His narcissistic heart loved the attention.

Go on, cry for your benevolent god… Alright, that was a bit too much.

He just couldn't help his proactive mind.

Winning's gonna be a breeze as long as no crazy supervillain appears out of thin air now.

Sadly, only if Tony knew how massively jinxed that thought was.

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