He licks his lips and this time manages a little more volume. “I need to be bred, Mister President. I want you both to breed me.”
I make a point of slowly looking at Leo, then back to Jordan. “Problem. We have two cocks and one slut. Suggestions?”
“Ineedboth of you to please breed me, Mister President. At the same time.”
“I’m not in the mood for a blowjob,” Leo says as he closes the distance between us to stand next to me, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Neither am I,” I say.
Jordan licks his lips again. “You can both fuck my ass.”
“Yeah,” I say, “but how do we decide who goes first? And that’s not at the same time.”
The fire’s lit deep within his gaze, growing brighter the longer we drag this out. “I’m your cumslut, Mister President. You can both fuck me at the same time in the ass.”
“Oooh.” I look at Leo. “Thatisan interesting idea. Thoughts?”
“Hmm.” Leo reaches out to lightly flick his fingers along the front of the chastity cage through Jordan’s slacks. “Convince me,slut.” My cock twitches with need at the sharp edge in Leo’s voice.
Maybe I’ll need to play the slut from time to time. That’s haaawwwt.
Jordan’s sharp intake of breath is pure passion and needy hunger. I release Jordan and he immediately drops to his knees in front of Leo, holding on to the backs of Leo’s thighs as he nuzzles the bulge in Leo’s slacks. “Please, Sir! Please let me do it!”
“Why do you want to do it?” Leo asks him.
Jordan stares up at him. “Because I’m a greedy whore, Sir. I’ve dreamed about you two breeding me and claiming me, using my holes. That’s all I want to be is your eager little cumslut and service both of you.”
I reach down and adjust myself. “Sounds like fun,” I say.
Leo reaches down and fists Jordan’s hair, forcing his head back. “We can fuck you any time we want, though,” he says. “And anywhere we want.”
“Please take me down to Mister President’s office and fuck me there,” he says. “Ineedit, Sir, please!”
“You don’t think we’ll rip you apart?” I ask.
His throat works as he swallows, nervous, blushing. “I’ve been practicing, Mister President. I know I can take both your cocks.”
“Oh, so you’ve been wanting us to do this for a while, huh?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Sounds like an eager slut to me,” Leo says.
I haul Jordan back to his feet by the arm. “Then let’s go do this before he changes his mind, Leo.”
“Agreed.”
We head downstairs. Leo carries the messenger bag and I lead Jordan by the wrist, not the hand. My grip isn’t gentle, either. When we reach the Oval Office I let Leo handle talking to the detail and telling them to stay back while Jordan and I go inside.
I don’t turn on the lights. “You’d better close the curtains unless you want everyone knowing what you really are.”
He scurries to do it while I walk over to my desk chair and sit, watching him comply. Leo joins us, taking a small LED candle from the bag and switching it on. Its dim, flickering light will be more than enough for what we want to do.
Leo’s smiling as he walks over and pulls a few things out of the bag, setting them on my desk. I flip my tie back over my shoulder, unable to hold back my own smile as Jordan finishes ensuring our privacy and joins us.
“You’re wearing too many clothes for a slut claiming they want to be bred,” I say.
He immediately strips and Leo holds up the lube. “Do you need that, or did you already do it?”
