Marvel: President Stark

Over and over, he drilled into her with all his strength, his cock sliding in as deep as it could, striking against the very last wall. As if taking revenge for her spying, and the long time spent without access to her body.

"Gk.." Tony groaned when he felt her pussy gripping him even more, her muscles contracting around him.

"Oh fuck! Yesss… Ah!!" Natasha cried out in bliss. Her honey-sweet juices spilled out as she came, covering Tony's cock with the sticky, clear liquid of her loins.

However, Tony didn't stop. He kept pumping as if he was squeezing every last drop of essence out of her. He felt even more pleasure when her watery release flooded as if his cock was gliding on silk. The sleek feeling rubbing against every bump and groove on his cock was utterly insane. With beads of sweat rolling down his temples, he kept going down like a jackhammer.

He eventually let go of her legs when he felt that ticklish tingle in his balls and allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist. He continued to fuck her senselessly, leaning down to kiss her moaning, red lips while his manhood throbbed and twitched, ready for that wonderous feeling.

"Agk…" Tony grimaced, lost in that blissful last, slamming thrust. His seeds burst out, smothering her insides with a heavy load of his batter. The insane shudders coursed through him like a tsunami of wondrous ecstasy.

For a few moments, he stayed that way, feeling the amazing feeling wash over his knotted-up muscles.

When he finally let go and took an exhausted step back, Natasha slid perfectly off the desk and onto her knees.

"Dessert?" Natasha muttered.

She licked Tony's calming length, lapping up all the long strands of cum dripping off his cock. She kept sucking and licking, cleaning his cock completely, while staring up at Tony's face.

Tony almost wanted to take a picture of the sight. Her slithering pink tongue really knew how to make his defeated cock find new hope. To no one's surprise, she got him to stand up again, ready for round two.

"How about on the chair this time, Mr. President?" she said as her shimmering red lips parted from his iron-hard cock, leaving a thin string of saliva in its wake.

Tony felt a twitch in his balls at the suggestion. He quickly nodded and took her to the leather chair.

He sat down and guided her by the hips to straddle him, sitting face to face. The wet mess at the junction of her thighs easily helped his cock slide in with eager fury. Going deep as her body weight pushed down on his scorching need.

Natasha started lifting her ass and letting her whole body fall onto his saluting, needy length, swiveling on her knees. She could feel how deep his cock went in, wanting more and more of it. She ground and twisted her slim waist, twirling him up inside her.

All the while his thirsty, dry mouth played with her dangling, jumping breasts, nibbling and tugging on her tips. Both his hands tightly clenched on her ass, guiding her grinds to stroke his sensitive spots.

I guess… It's not so bad either. Tony liked the view, her beautiful face looking down, her soft melons slapping him with love. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her agree to work with him, all the long nights and early morning meetings he could have.

The thoughts excited him to no end.

Knock! Knock!

"Later!" Tony shouted.

Ring! Ring!

Tony angrily grabbed the telephone ringing on his desk and put it on his ear, his other hand still on Natasha's asscheek.

"Bomb?! WHERE?!"

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Tony rushed to finish what he started with Natasha and then got dressed. He looked at his phone and found the news instantly. An explosion had occurred somewhere in LA. It was a human bomb, apparently, meaning a terrorist attack.

Urgently, Darcy rushed into his office with a few defense advisors that Tony had approved. Christine Everhart also joined as she had to give a press briefing about the explosion soon.

"How many casualties?" Tony asked, taking everything seriously. But he also ordered Jarvis to use the Iron Guardians in California to investigate quickly.

"The explosion happened near a traffic light." Newly hired defense and intelligence adviser, Sharon Carter, explained using a touchpad. "A taxi driver died on the scene, and five others were injured. The man who exploded is James M. Thomas, an Afghanistan war veteran. He lost his legs in an explosion…"

"But he's walking in the security clip," Tony said and looked at his own phone. Jarvis had already sent him a detailed initial report. "And there's no trace of explosive chemicals on-site. According to the footage, he… well, he blew up—from the inside out. Into pieces."

Everyone in the room walked around the table to his chair and looked at his phone screen. The video footage he had was even better than all the security agencies that Sharon Carter had access to.

"Has anyone taken responsibility yet?"

"None yet," Sharon answered. "We're working on it, Sir."

Tony hummed and rubbed his chin. A terrorist attack on the first day of his term wasn't a good thing. "Christine, do me a favor—handle the press. Let them know that whoever's behind this attack, no matter where they're hiding, won't be getting any beauty sleep. And tell them I'm personally keeping tabs."

"Understood," Christine wrote it down on her phone and left the office.

Tony then looked at Sharon. He already knew she was related to the Peggy Carter that his dad often talked about. "Gather the dust samples from the blast site and zip 'em over to Stark Labs. Looks like whoever did this cooked up a brand-new compound."

"Yes, Sir."

Finally, Tony got up and looked at Natasha. Too bad, he wanted to spend the whole night with her, but he had lost the mood.

"Chop-chop, Director of the CIA." Tony waved and moved to leave his office. "Darcy, I'm going to sort out tomorrow's schedule before I take a nap. Walk with me."

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It was day two of the Stark presidency. Yet, no significant details about the bomb came out. He barely slept for five hours before getting up again and finishing a bit of his personal research for the projects he was working on.

The good thing was that his office was also his house. So, he freshened up, got dressed, and entered his office once again. His assistants followed behind, giving him a breakdown of the day's schedule.

"The Prime Minister of Japan is arriving this morning. You'll have lunch together before the bilateral meeting."

Tony felt annoyed already. He didn't like not having control over his schedule. He slowly started to realize the issues related to being the President. The man elected to run the country had to work as a host for the guests.

Soon, Tony sat down in his chair and started to look through the documents. His eyes fell on one interesting proposal, however.

"Let's take care of this one, Darcy. Considering he's still serving, he deserves the promotion," Tony muttered. "Get me the VP and the Defense Committee head. This one's going to need a little help from Congress."

"What rank are you going to promote him to, Mr. Stark?" Darcy asked.

Tony folded his arms. "General, of course. Well, an honorary one, at least."

Quickly Darcy grabbed the file and left the office.

Finally finding some time to relax, Tony reclined back and closed his eyes. He was still worried about the bomb attack. Especially the fact that the man who exploded was a veteran.

Knock! Knock!

"Ugh, who's it no—"

The door to his office opened before he could finish speaking. To his surprise, Darcy's voice didn't come either. Nor did any other assistant, or his Chief of Staff. No, the 'guest' walked right in.

Platinum-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, tall and slender form, 'gorgeous' was an understatement. Her white, high heels clapped against the floor, her attire a white, waist and bosom hugging long dress with a long cut along the right side of her leg—from her waist to her ankle, revealing her lustrous white leg up until her thigh.

"Emma Frost?" Tony asked from his seat, admiring the view with all his heart. He watched her thin lips move as she removed the dark glasses from her eyes.

"Heh," Emma chuckled and stepped closer to the table before stopping, one leg stretched out of the slit in her dress, revealing her flesh with a purpose. "Calm down, Mr. President. I'm not that easy to disrobe."

Tony frowned and stood up with a jolt, hoping to move his Iron Man suit. "You can… read minds?"

"A gift… Forgive me, I wanted to see your first 'real' reaction." She raised her hands playfully as if surrendering. But her eyes looked lower, at his loins. "Clearly, I didn't need to… it's all visible."

Tony awkwardly fixed his pants to ease his growing erection. He took a seat and gestured for her to take one too. "So you're a mutant."

"I am."

"You sent me Senator Stern's audio. Why?" He asked, though he had to force himself to focus on her face since the bit of her cleavage visible was too distracting.

Emma folded her arms under the bosom, making things worse for the man. The smile on her face made it clear that she knew what she was doing. "A well-wisher… hired to seduce you, entrap you, and ruin you."

"By?"

"Secretary of Defense, well the ex-Secretary of Defence." Emma landed her elbows on the table and leaned forward, locking eyes with Tony. "Who happens to be a Hydra leader."

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