0 comments/ 37222 views/ 10 favorites The First Daughter By: jeff29 Adam Kelly sat against the wall of the hotel restaurant, glancing intermittently at the exits in front and to the side of him while casually reading a story about the President’s daughter who would be touring colleges in the coming week. The tables were beginning to fill as business travelers, as well as city workers filed in for breakfast. Except that they weren’t travelers, or regular citizens preparing to go to work. At least four of them had made direct eye contact with Adam, if only for a second, and they all moved about the room as though they knew people were watching. Adam likened it to actors playing a role, and shook his head as he glanced back down at the paper. At least they had remembered to dress in street clothes as well as casual business attire rather than the obvious dress codes observed at the White House. Emma Thomas was now 18, and Adam barely recognized her. The last photo he’d seen of her had to have been when she was ten years old. She had grown up practically on television, but Adam hadn’t watched anything beyond the occasional sporting event for any great length of time in nearly 15 years. He got his news from informants, or newspapers in whatever location his assignments took him to. He’d been recruited to the agency straight out of boot camp, and after he had completed specialized training the government provided in weapons, demolition, hand to hand combat, languages, and so on, Adam was immediately placed in the field. “More orange juice, handsome?” Adam nodded, and smiled, as she filled his glass from the pitcher in her hand. She had obviously unbuttoned a second button on her uniform; all but the top one had been fastened when she had seated Adam an hour before. As she set his glass back down on the table, she twisted her body at the hips so that he could see directly down the front of her shirt had he wanted to. When she found that Adam simply returned to the newspaper in front of him, she scowled and walked away. “Thank you Judy,” Adam said, watching her pear shaped ass outlined in her tight black pants as it swayed back and forth. He made it a point to be looking down at her ass as she turned, and then he averted his eyes to her face to make her think she had caught him looking. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled once again, before walking quickly back to Adam’s table. “I don’t usually do this,” she whispered, scribbling furiously on her notepad. “But you should call me. Please.” She handed Adam the note, and he accepted it, folded it neatly, and placed it in the pocket of his jacket without reading it. Adam didn’t think he’d be in town long, and Judy, frankly, wasn’t his type. With the dark roots beginning to show amongst her thick mop of curly blonde hair, and the heavy makeup coloring her face, as well as the fact that she was probably near 40 years old and working as a waitress in a marginal hotel in down town Washington, Adam guessed Judy had been through a divorce in the last couple of years. The makeup and the hair were an attempt to change her look, and reinvent her own image. But whatever her story was, Adam knew she had been given a tough break at some point, and made a mental note to leave an enormous tip. Judy left his side once more, and Adam returned to the newspaper. He looked at his watch, saw that it was just about time, and calmly folded the paper, setting it aside. Ten minutes later, Adam saw the motorcade pulling into the parking lot outside. As he saw the President exit the car, his eyes darted around the room. He chuckled softly, noting that every head in the place was trained on the person sitting across from them. Had these people not been the President’s security detail and advance team, but rather, regular citizens, they would have all turned to gawk out the window when they heard the sirens outside the building. “I wonder who they’re trying to fool,” Adam thought to himself. “Unless they think Judy’s an assassin. Or maybe the cook in the back?” President Milton Thomas strolled quickly through the door of the restaurant, and still the agents at the table remained focused on their plates, or the people sitting across from them. Adam stood while the President made his way across the room. About twenty feet before he reached Adam’s table, the agents guarding him stopped and the President as well as a man Adam had never seen before approached him. “Agent Kelly,” the President stated, extending his hand. It wasn’t a question; the President had obviously seen pictures of Adam prior to the meeting. In fact, it was likely the President had read his entire agency files. “Yes, Mr. President. It’s an honor to meet you.” “This is Donovan Teaghe, the acting director of the Agency.” Adam turned, and accepted the middle-aged man’s hand, quickly shaking it, before returning it to his side. “Shall we sit down,” Teaghe said, already pulling a chair out from the table opposite Adam. The President looked older than Adam knew he was. His face look haggard, almost more drawn out, weathered. The bags under his eyes suggested he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in quite a while. His hair was completely gray, and he seemed to be much older than his 51 years suggested. The lines on his face had deepened considerably since his second inauguration almost four years ago, and Adam instantly felt sympathy for the man. President Thomas had won a hard-fought election while the country was enjoying an economic boom, and the flourish of technological advancement. The economy was steamrolling along, and optimism was at an all-time high. He had been elected largely because he was a member of the same party his predecessor was from, and the country ultimately decided they were better off with the status quo. But soon after election, a huge war involving six nations in Asia and Europe had erupted, three of nations were allies of the U.S., and the conflict didn’t end until millions had died over nearly three full years. Five years later, there was peace, but thick tension lay just beneath the surface of the entire region. Adam hadn’t been back in the U.S. before the previous night in almost 10 years, and he had seen the war up close and personal. But he also knew the tremendous pressure the President had to be under. Each country that had been involved was looking to the U.S. for support, and assistance, and the President had no room for errors. Donovan Teaghe was probably approaching 60, and looked more like an accountant than the chief intelligence officer in the country. Between his wire-rimmed glasses, hooknose, nearly bald head, and prominent stomach, Adam could find no signs of the agent Teaghe had once been, as a young man working in Central America and Eastern Europe. “We have to do this quickly, Agent Kelly,” Teaghe growled. “Yes sir,” Adam said. “But what is it you need me to do.” “Keep my daughter alive,” the President snapped. “Sir?” “Agent Kelly, as you know, the President and the First Lady have a teenage daughter.” Teaghe was speaking again, and his voice was tinged with too much alcohol and nicotine. “Yes, I’ve read she’s touring colleges this week? I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not a security guard. That’s what the Secret Service is for.” “Agent, the only reason my daughter is alive today is because a sniper narrowly missed her,” the President barked, his voice breaking in the end. Adam sat for a moment, his hands folded, listening while The President, and Teaghe explained that Emma Thomas had been the subject of repeated terrorist threats and attacks for the last 7 years. She had been taken into hiding at least four times, and a sniper’s bullet had gone astray by a matter of inches as she sat brushing her hair one evening in a safe house four months prior. “But if she’s safe in the White House, why not just keep her there until you find the assassins?” “We’ve found most of them, Agent Kelly,” the President said. “We had an informant who identified the group that had been hired to kill her. It was a small cell of six men, led by the brother of the former leader of Quator. Five are now dead, and accounted for, their bodies are being held by the Agency. My second term is coming to a close, and though we’ll have secret service protection, it won’t be enough to stop what would eventually happen. This assassin needs to be drawn out, and it needs to happen quickly.” “Why did Prime Minister Brahim want your daughter killed, Mr. President?” “You don’t need to know that, Agent Kelly,” Teaghe interrupted. Adam turned, and studied Teaghe’s face. It was flushed red, his eyes were watering, and he was fidgeting with a napkin, twisting it in his hands. “I assume there have been leaks to her location. That’s how this cell found her each time.” “Yes,” The President confirmed. Teaghe shot him a look, but remained silent. “Mr. President, are you the leak?” Adam asked. “Agent Kelly!” the President barked. “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to you son of a bitch? That’s my daughter. The first lady is dead, she’s all I’ve got left.” Teaghe was glaring at him. Adam sat back in his chair, studying the President’s face. He was sincere. Adam felt instantly worse for what he had said, but his resolve grew. The man obviously loved his daughter. “What about you, Sir?” Adam asked Teaghe. “I am the acting director of the Agency,” Teaghe barked. “You think you can throw accusations around…” “I’m sorry,” Adam lied. “But there can’t be many people who know about these threats, or at least, that they’ve been acted on, or it would have been all over the news by now. It’s been years. So that means, only a few people know what’s going on. I don’t need to walk out of here, and then three days later, find myself getting a bullet in the back of the head because one of you decided to sacrifice Emma, blame it on a rogue agent that some government had turned, and then start a war for political reasons.” Teaghe and the President were silent, so Adam sat quietly, hands folded. Finally, the President told him that a leak had been discovered in the residence of the White House. Someone was tipping off the assassins as to when Emma was being moved. They weren’t getting locations from that source, but the initial information the assassins were acting on had come from a maid who was being paid ten thousand a month for her betrayal. “You couldn’t trace the money?” “No, the money trail bounces all over the world. Then it eventually leads to corporations that don’t have any employees, no head quarters, or even legal charters.” “And you’ve kept her on to plant a cover story about the President’s daughter leaving to do a college tour?” “Not directly,” Teaghe said. “We assume Emma will do that herself, naturally, as she doesn’t know about the maid being a traitor.” “Why was I picked for this? There must be a hundred other people more qualified…” “There isn’t,” Teaghe said. “You are able to disappear at the drop of a hat, even our own agents who know what your missions are can’t find you.” “Why does this assassin want the President dead?” “I’ve already told you that you don’t…” “Mr. Teaghe, with all due respect, I can’t protect somebody if I don’t know the motivation this person has for wanting her dead.” “It’s politics and money, Agent Kelly,” The President said. “I trusted information I was given about the Quatorians betraying the United States, and I acted on it. Thousands of people wound up dead, and that’s not in the news either. The truth is, the Prime Minister had every right to want retribution, but he doesn’t want it with me, he wants to make me suffer. Emma doesn’t deserve this.” “No contact, except when I choose to make contact,” Adam said. “I don’t want listening devices, tracking devices, cell phone traces, nothing.” “We understand,” Teaghe said. “You’ll have access to a bank account with unlimited resources. If you need help with local law enforcement, or really, anything else, you call me. We’ll eliminate your trail when you need us to, and we’ll keep the press off this thing as long as we can.” Adam had been studying Teaghe, and finally believed he too could be trusted. Both men were being honest. “Where is she?” “She’s out in the SUV. We’ re going to do a tour of a couple of colleges, with an agent posing as my daughter. But it’s only two stops over a day or so, then back to the White House. You won’t have long before the assassin finds out that my daughter is gone.” “I understand.” “Is there anything you need?” Teaghe asked. “How do I get in touch with you?” Teaghe handed him a card, and Adam looked it over. It was an Agency card with two cell numbers printed on the back. “Call either number. The line can’t be traced.” Adam smiled, tucking the card into his pocket next to Judy’s note. As he stood to leave, the President took his arm. “Mr. Kelly,” he said. “I may be the President, but in this, I’m a father. Please end this. She hasn’t lived a normal life in years. And we’re so tired. Please.” Adam gripped his hand tightly before letting go. He nodded, and then walked out the front entrance, surrounded by agents. There was no sign of the White House press core, and nearly a dozen black SUV’s blocked the view from the road. The door of the SUV closest to Adam opened, and a young woman wearing sunglasses, a large sweatshirt, jeans, and a Baltimore Orioles cap stepped out. Teaghe and the President had joined Adam, and Emma Thomas walked over to her father, carrying a duffel bag with the seal of the President stamped on each side. She hugged her father, said a teary goodbye, and the President walked slowly with Teaghe back to one of the cars. Adam stood next to Emma as she watched her father get in the car, waving back at him. He allowed her a few moments before taking her forearm, pulling her behind him as he walked toward the parking garage across the street from the restaurant. “Hey,” she said. “What the hell?” “Let’s go, Emma,” he said, not bothering to turn around. When she began following him without having to be forced, he let go of her arm. “Hurry, I don’t want you out on the street. Someone might recognize you, and gossip spreads quickly.” They made their way to the top level of the parking garage, and Adam stood in the center of the concrete building, gazing at all the cars parked there. “Great, you can’t even remember where your car’s parked. I’ll be dead by morning.” Adam spotted red Neon parked near the down ramp of the garage and hurried over to it. “Nice car,” Emma said, the sarcasm not lost on Adam as he picked the lock and hopped inside. He reached across and unlocked the passenger door for Emma. She opened the door, threw her bag in the bag seat, and crawled inside. “My God, she’s beautiful,” Adam thought to himself immediately, watching her jeans hug the outline of her firm, young ass, which was full and rounded, unlike the stick figure women he was so used to. But the thought disturbed him. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. They had a long drive ahead of them, and if they were lucky, they’d still be alive when the assassin was found. “My name is Adam,” he said, offering his hand. She took it, smiling, and shook it as she removed her sunglasses with her other hand. “I’m Emma,” she said. “But you already knew that.” Adam stared for a moment, drinking in the sight of her soft, red lips, sparkling brown eyes, delicate nose, and gleaming white teeth. Adam saw very little of her father in Emma, but the eyes gave her away. Her long, straight brown hair hung just past her shoulder blades, the bangs framing her perfect oval-shaped face. She was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Then he corrected himself. She’s a kid, he thought, still staring at her. Her breasts jutted from beneath the sweater as if she was hiding something beneath, and Adam fought the instinct to search her. He was pretty sure he had never seen even the outline of breasts that big, and he lingered a bit too long at the Presidential seal that covered them. “You guys are all the same,” she chuckled. “Yeah, I have huge tits. You’re a cutie. Let’s go.” Adam smiled, scanning the area in front of him as he pulled out of the parking lot and descended down the ramp. He made his way to the booth, found the parking ticket inside the visor, and paid the attendant. He turned out onto Potomac and headed out towards the interchange that would take him Northeast. “Where are we going?” she asked. “We’re going to New York.” “New York City? Yeah, nobody would ever look there. Are you kidding?” ”New York State, not the city.” “Oh.” Emma spent the next three hours detailing her life, the near misses she had come to death, and her excitement about college, provided she lived that long. Adam told her as much as he could about his life up to the point where he had been summoned by Teaghe back to the States just the day before. “No girlfriend, no wife, no kids?” “None,” Adam answered. “Not with the life I have.” “How old are you?” “I’m 37,” he said. “How old are you?” “You know I’m 18,” she laughed. “Or else, you’ve been living in a cave.” “You’d be surprised.” They had been driving for nearly four hours when Adam spotted a hotel just off the interstate. He signaled, got over, and made his way down the off ramp to the connecting street. After the stop sign, he took a left, and then a second left into the parking lot. “I’ll take your bag and get a room. But you go in ahead of me, find the elevator, and stand facing it. Don’t move until I join you. Don’t look at anyone, don’t let them get a good look at you.” “There’s nobody else here, Adam. There’s like, five cars, and this place is huge.” “So you’ll do it?” “Yes,” she chuckled. He stared at her ass, and his cock grew despite the sense of dread that had loomed over him the minute he was given his assignment. The girl was put together in a way he’d never seen any other woman put together. The jeans hugged her firm, round buttocks, and they swelled against the denim, swaying from side to side as she walked. Her breasts jiggled beneath the sweatshirt, and Adam couldn’t help but try to guess how far beyond a D cup they were. “Get back in the game,” he said to himself, eyes still locked on Emma’s ass as she slipped through the double doors ahead of them, and moved off to the left of the lobby. Adam walked in shortly after, paid cash for the room, and joined Emma by the elevator. They made their way to the room, ordered a couple of hamburgers through room service, and settled in. The room was rather small, too small for the Queen sized bed that sat in the middle of it, extending out from a wall that contained a large framed picture of something that looked like a cross between a flower pot, and a portable commode. Emma had spread out on the bed, and Adam casually glanced at her breasts again, watched as they rose and fell while she relaxed, arms above her head, hair splayed out beneath her. “There’s only one bed,” she said. “You’re not going to try and fuck me in the ass while I’m asleep are you?” “What?” he said, surprised by her language. Then he turned, saw her laughing, and began laughing himself. “Surprised ya, didn’t I. I saw you looking when I was walking into the hotel. Your reflection was pretty telling, I saw it in the glass doors. So do you like girls with junk in their trunk?” “Yeah, I didn’t think Presidential daughters were supposed to say such things.” Emma’s voice was soft, and feminine, and she spoke with a rhythm and cadence that suggested she had been choosing her words carefully for years, always paying attention to who was listening. Her father was a politician, and currently, the Commander-In-Chief. But the sound of her voice was like music to Adam, it soothed him, and he fell in love with Emma’s sweet voice immediately. The First Daughter “You didn’t answer the question,” she said. “Yes I did.” “You answered a question. Not ‘the’ question.” “I must have missed it.” “I don’t have a skinny little ass, I’ve got some meat back there. Personally, I think I’ve got a big, fat, ass, but the security boys don’t seem to mind.” Adam turned to her as she sat up at the edge of the bed. He stole another glance at her breasts that she thankfully missed, and smiled. Emma brushed a long strand of her hair back behind her ear, and smiled back. “I don’t think anyone would ever claim any part of you is fat, Emma.” “You’re sweet. And totally not what I expected. I thought you’d be Mr. Business. Slicked back hair, cop style sunglasses, bossing me around, very stiff.” She giggled at the last line, and Adam just shook his head. But he turned a chair that was facing a desk over in the corner of the room, and sat down, looking into Emma’s eyes. “I’m going to try and keep you comfortable, but when I say we have to move, when I say you have to do something, you can’t hesitate. Just do it.” “I understand, Adam. I don’t want to die.” She looked down at her hands, which she seemed to not know what to do with, and Adam sat down next to her. “I’m sorry you have to go through this. But I promise you, nothing is going to happen.” She looked at him briefly, smiled, and then averted her eyes. She stood up just as there was a knock at the door, and the voice indicated it was room service. Adam answered the door, tipped the waiter, and wheeled the cart inside the room. They ate in silence, and Adam stole glances at Emma as she looked down at her plate, occasionally pushing strands of hair behind her ears. It was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen a woman do, and again he scolded himself for losing his focus. “I’m really tired, Adam, do you mind if I go to bed? I mean, is there anything else we need to talk about?” “It can wait,” he said. He watched her grab the duffel Adam had casually tossed onto the floor next to the bed, and he nearly gasped out loud when the jeans she was wearing rode up into the crack of her ass again as she bent over. When Emma had gone into the bathroom and closed the door, Adam turned down the bed for her, shut the television off, turned the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed down, and went out on the balcony. He looked out at the sparse lights dotting the evening skyline, grabbed the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one, dragging deeply on it, before exhaling dramatically into the night air. The city was quiet. A car occasionally passed on the street below, and at one point, someone turned off the same exit Adam had taken, and turned into the hotel parking lot. It was an elderly couple, and he assured himself that his assassins weren’t that well disguised. Adam’s mind swirled with a thousand different thoughts, from the unknown, but well-connected, well-funded assassin, to the President, and then to Teaghe. “Why didn’t they question the leak inside the residence, and trace who was paying her off?” He didn’t realize he had said it out loud until a voice behind him interrupted his thoughts. “Paid who off?” “Emma,” he said, turning to her. He nearly dropped the mostly used cigarette when he saw her. She was wearing a long t-shirt that dropped just barely to her mid-thighs; her legs were bare all the way down to her feet. “She’s even got cut little toes,” he thought. “And no polish. Low-maintenance girl.” But his eyes traveled back up her body, to her chest, where her clearly braless breasts were straining against the thin material of the t-shirt. The cotton was stretched between her enormous peaks, and the nipples poked quite visibly through. They jiggled at her slightest movement. Adam had never seen such enormous breasts, and Emma again chuckled at his gaze. “I know they’re huge. Wanna know my bra-size?” She joined him out on the deck, placing her forearms against the railing. “No, I don’t,” he said, flicking the cigarette off into the night air. “You shouldn’t smoke,” she said, turning to him. He looked down at her, and their eyes locked again. He couldn’t look away; she looked incredibly beautiful with the moonlight making her eyes sparkle, and the ends of her shiny hair glow. Yet there was sadness about her as well. He looked deeply in her eyes, and saw a longing for more than just safety and piece of mind. She was in love, or at least, falling in love. He wondered who the lucky guy was. Finally he answered her. “I’m not smoking.” Finally she looked away, hugging her arms to her chest. “Well, Adam, I wanted you to know that I felt comfortable with you immediately. You’ve got an honest face. Cute too.” “Thank you. You should get some rest. We’ve got a long way to go yet.” “Okay, well, how long are you going to be up?” “Not long.” She smiled, then turned and walked back through the door. The light from the lamp penetrated the t-shirt, and Adam could barely make out the shape of her figure beneath her clothes. He watched her as she bent to turn the light out, then watched as she peeled the t-shirt off. The outline of her breasts caused his cock to lurch against the confines of his jeans, and he turned his head as she crawled into bed. “She’s naked,” he thought. “I’ve got a girl nearly 20 years younger than I am in bed, and she’s the President’s daughter. Could this be any better and worse at the same time?” But Adam knew the answer to that question was ‘yes’ in both cases. He stood for a moment before going into the room himself. He closed and locked the balcony door, drew the curtains, and crossed the room to check the lock on the front door. After using the bathroom, he made his way to the other side of the bed from where Emma’s dark form huddled beneath the sheets, and took off his jacket, and his shirt. Next, he removed his shoes, and socks, and peeled off his jeans. He crawled into bed wearing his boxers, and made a mental note to buy pajamas for the both of them the next day. He didn’t need to be up all night fighting himself to stay focused while an impossibly beautiful, curvaceous teenager slept practically naked just a couple feet away. It took Emma’s steady, rhythmic breathing to finally allow Adam to drift off, the looming darkness in his mind losing the grip it had had from the moment the President walked into the restaurant. But sleep didn’t last long. He awoke to hear Emma whimpering, crying “no” over and over again, her body thrashing around the bed next to him. He found her arm and shook it, trying to wake her. Finally she woke up and sat up in bed, the sheets dropping below her breasts. “My God,” he whispered as his eyes took in the sheer size and lushness of her tits. They were like two ripe melons that had grown out from her chest, with almost no sag. The nipples were erect, and smaller than he would have guessed, though they sat directly in the center of half-dollar sized areolas. Adam’s cock grew hard instantly, but he ignored it, tore his eyes away from her breasts, and looked at Emma as she stared back at him. “She’s not even aware that she’s uncovered,” he thought. “Emma, what’s wrong.” “I’m sorry Adam, I just have nightmares at times about the things I’ve seen.” “Do you want to talk about it?” She still hadn’t covered her breasts. “No, I don’t.” She finally pulled the blankets up over her breasts, and settled back in to bed. “I’m so scared, Adam. I’m so glad it’s you here. I’ve never felt comfortable with anyone else. It was like I was a prisoner.” She scooted beneath the sheets next to him, and Adam moaned softly when he felt her breasts press against him. The sheer weight of them was mesmerizing, and he wrapped his arm around her back, gently stroking her hair as she laid her head on his chest. They laid in silence for a while, Adam stroking her hair, and Emma lightly tracing his chest with her hand. Adam felt her hand slip down his abdomen to his waist, but said nothing. He assumed she was falling asleep, and wasn’t aware of where her hand was going. But then, she began to lightly kiss his chest, and her hand slipped inside the waistband of his boxers. “Emma, what are you…” “Let me do this for you,” she whispered, rising next to him. His eyes dropped to her breasts again as she straddled his waist. For the first time, he saw her panties, or what there was of them. A small, white, lacy patch of material covered her sex as she rose up in front of him. She took his hands in hers, and guided them to her breasts, arching her back as soon as his palms covered the nipples. “I know you like my tits, baby,” she whispered. “I’ve seen you looking at them. They’ve all looked at them, but nobody’s ever touched them until you.” Adam couldn’t help himself. Everything he had ever learned, both as a man, and an agent, told him what was happening was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. The abundant tit-flesh crinkled at his touch, but the tits were resilient and firm, and massive amounts of breast overflowed in his splayed fingers. Emma slipped her hands down to her waist, hooked her fingers inside the waistband of her thong, and gently eased it down her legs. She then moved forward, her tits bobbling against Adam’s chest as she managed to get her panties off, grinding her body down onto the throbbing cock beneath her. “You’re a beautiful man, Adam,” she said. “I want you.” She rose back up in front of him, and then slid her body down along his, the blankets balling up at the end of the bed. She moved between his legs and began to stroke his thighs, while her tongue darted out to lick his balls. She took them into her mouth, while one hand moved to take his shaft in her hand. The minute Emma’s hand closed around his cock, Adam groaned, before shooting a huge rope of cum up into Emma’s face. The cum shot into her left eye and she closed it, but she began to pump the cock hard, working it in her hand, while she covered the head with her mouth. “Emma, oh Emma!” he cried, spurting more cum into her warm, moist, soft young mouth. Emma gulped the cum down, still milking his cock. Cum kept spurting from him, and Emma choked, causing her to expel the head of his cock. Another blast caught Emma squarely on the top of her head, split hit forehead, and extended to the bridge of her nose. She turned her head just as the last blast shot up and splattered her right breast. She covered his cock again with her mouth, worked her hand from the base to the tip, and milked the remainder of Adam’s seed into her throat. Adam watched, stunned, as the young girl between his legs cleaned his cock, licking the head and the shaft, then his abdomen, where a small glob of cum had splattered. She sat up, and Adam gasped as he got a good look. Her face was a mess. She brushed her hair away from her cheeks, and it stayed in place, held by his sticky semen. Emma was smiling as she attempted to clean her face with her hands, sucking Adam’s juices from her fingers as if it was frosting from a cake. But there was so much, she simply rubbed what she couldn’t get into her skin. She sat back on her legs, and Adam continued to stare. He had just blown a load all over the President’s 18 year old daughter, who was know stroking her bald sex. Her own juices were streaming down her thighs, and her body began to undulate, her breasts bouncing. “Do me,” she moaned. “Do me, baby, please, do me.” Adam reached out and squeezed her breasts, his cock hardening again almost immediately. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been with a woman, much less a teenage girl, and when he reached for her, she slid up his body, covering him with her firm young flesh. He pulled her up to him, and crushed his lips to hers. She kissed him back with a ferocity that surprised him. Adam’s hands drifted down the smooth, unblemished skin of her back, tracing her lines to her waist, and then followed her form as the large globes of her ass cheeks jutted up from her meaty thighs. “Bang me, Adam. Make me your little teen slut.” “Emma, oh Emma…” he moaned. His cock was as hard as it had been prior to shooting in her face, and he rolled her onto her back. She looked up at him; her beautiful face contorted with lust, and spread her legs as he kissed her thighs, drinking in the scent of her skin. He moved up her legs, and plunged his tongue immediately into the tight folds of her sex. “Oh my God,” she cried out, raising her hips off the bed, presenting her wet young pussy to him. He reached beneath her and clenched the tight, fleshy cheeks of her ass. He moaned along with her as his tongue probed deeper into her, exploring the tight, wet folds of her sex, savoring the musky taste of her juices while she wriggled beneath him. The walls of her pussy clenched at his tongue, and she burst beneath, showering him with her cum. He pulled her even closer, not wanting to lose his grip as he drank down the sweet nectar from her ripe fruit. “Eat that pussy, baby, yes,” she cried, her body still thrashing about wildly on the bed. Adam eased his tongue from her pussy and began lapping up the juices that had dripped down to her asshole. He cleaned her skin, his tongue threatening to penetrate her smaller, tighter hole, and she moaned “no” softly, over and over, until he stiffened his tongue, and drove it hard and fast into the depths of her anus. “Oh God baby, yes, eat that ass…. oh God, eat my ass, Adam…” Adam was insane with lust; his hands worked the girl’s buttocks hard in his hands, while his tongue moved in and out of Emma’s ass rapidly, as if his tongue was a cock. He thought briefly of her comment about fucking her in the ass, and smiled, as that’s exactly what he was doing. Finally, he rose up between her legs, and looked down at her mind-boggling body. Her eyes were hazy and filled with desire, as she shifted her gaze from his face, down his chest, to his throbbing erection. His cock was a bar of iron between his legs, and she spread her pussy lips open as if she were opening a door that she wanted him to step through. Adam presented the engorged head to her opening, and she begged him to penetrate her. “Make me yours, Adam, please….I’ve never been fucked.” With a swift thrust, Adam drove his cock deep into the tightest, wettest pussy he had ever felt. As the walls of Emma’s sex gripped his tool, he cried out, nearly shooting another load immediately, while Emma jerked beneath him, arching her back, her enormous breasts spilling to either side of her. He inched up on her body, and began to thrust into her, taking her breasts into his hands as he began to pound her. “Fuck me hard, baby, fuck me so hard…” she screamed, her eyes locked on his. “Emma,” he moaned. “Emma, you’re so fucking tight, sweetie…” “It feels amazing, Adam, having you inside me…come on baby, fuck that pussy.” Again and again, he drove his cock into her, dipping his head to suck at her tits, awestruck once again by their massive size. “Suck those big titties, suck them hard, Adam, they’re all yours, yours forever…” Adam wondered briefly if she was on birth control, but soon lost any concern as his balls tightened, and he drove his sex balls-deep into her pussy and began to spurt for the second time that night. As soon as his seed began shooting inside of her, Emma went off again, screaming once more that she was cumming. “Fill me up with your cum, baby, yes it feels so good,” she said. Adam kept pumping his cock into her, driving his seed as deeply into her as he could get. “I’m yours now, baby, I’m yours,” she moaned, over and over, as Adam sank down on top of her, his cock still inside her. She held him close to her, moaning softly as he licked the sweat from her breasts. Her hands stroked his back, and his hair, and he squashed her breasts together, pulling on the left nipple with his mouth. Adam sucked Emma’s tits hard, working the flesh in his hands, marveling at the resiliency of the skin, how it dimpled beneath his hands, the skin turning white where his fingers had been, where he had forced the blood out of them, then how it turned back to their normal color after he had moved his hands. He played with Emma’s breasts like a teenager that had just gained access inside a girl’s blouse for the first time in his life, and his lips and tongue traced every inch. He lifted the heavy jugs in both hands, weighing them, licking the skin beneath where they sat upon her chest. Emma watched him, her body responding to the look of pure lust and admiration in his eyes for her body. She smiled down at him as he suckled her tits for more than a half hour. Adam held Emma in his arms, gently stroking her flat stomach and left breast as she lay between his legs with her back against him. He was sitting against the headboard, kissing the back of her head, trying to fight back the demons that circled in his mind. “What’s wrong, baby,” Emma asked, as if she was reading his mind. “What do you mean?” “You’ve been awful quiet since we finished making love.” “Emma, you’re a beautiful girl…I just, you didn’t have to, I mean…” Emma eased forward, and then turned, breaking his grasp. “Are you wondering whether I let you bang me just so you’d protect me better?” Her face was inches from his, her eyebrows rose prominently above her eyes, and the flesh at the top of her nose crinkled. “Of course not,” he said, recognizing his mistake instantly. Emma slapped him hard across the face, and Adam lifted his own hand to the red mark as she crawled off the bed and walked over to the curtains. She slid the curtains open, and Adam shielded his eyes from the blinding moonlight as Emma stepped out into the cool night air completely naked. Eventually, he followed her outside, devastated completely by the site of her nude body in the moonlight. She stood brazenly against the railing with no effort to hide her breasts or sex from anyone who happened to be out on their own balconies. But it was extremely late, or extremely early, depending on your point of view, and so far as Adam could tell, they were alone. A slight breeze blew, and Emma’s hair occasionally tangled in her face. She was fighting a losing battle as she tucked the hair behind her ears, and Adam smiled as he watched her, despite his misgivings about everything that had happened since he had returned to the States. Emma turned her head briefly as Adam approached her. He hadn’t bothered to put on clothes either, and she looked his body up and down but refused to look him in the eye. “Emma, listen, I’m sorry.” “You made me feel like I’m some whore. I didn’t fuck the others who tried to help me.” “I know you didn’t, baby.” Emma turned her head for a moment, but Adam had already come up behind her. “You called me baby. It’s the first time you didn’t use my name.” “Emma, let’s go inside, you must be freezing.” “It’s nice out here. I like the sweat cooling on my body with the breeze blowing.” Adam wrapped his arms around her, his hard cock pressing into the deep slit between her buttocks. He began stroking her breasts, lifting them in his hands, as his lips and tongue found Emma’s soft neck. “Adam, do you believe in love at first sight?” “I don’t know, baby,” he moaned, his tongue now flicking the folds of her ear. His right hand had slipped down to her sex, and he was teasing her excited clit as she pressed her ass back against his cock. “Yes you do, and so do I. You wanted me from the moment you saw me, but I looked into your eyes. You felt a connection with me in the car on the way here. I knew I was going to give myself to you the moment you looked at me. It was more than tits and ass, Adam, and you know it. You’ve been longing for something for a long time, and so have I. I think we’ve both found it.” The First Daughter Adam remained silent, continuing to caress her soft skin with his tongue. She turned in his arms, and he immediately pulled her close, crushing his lips to hers. His hands dropped down to her hips, then lower as their tongues danced with each other. “You are so beautiful, Emma,” he whispered, lifting her in his arms. She reached and found his cock, and as she worked it inside of her, Adam clutched her ass cheeks tightly and began to bounce her, working her hard and fast in the center of the patio. “Fuck me hard baby,” she whispered, holding on to him tightly. Adam watched the beautiful young girl ride his cock, once again astonished by the size of her bouncing breasts, and the smooth, tight ass cheeks his hands were clamped too. Her rounded thighs, smooth and unblemished, locked tighter around his midsection, and he carried her back into the room. “Take me from behind,” Emma said as Adam gently placed her on the edge of the bed, temporarily breaking their union. Adam eased up behind her, and Emma helped guide him back inside her tight, warm sheath. “Your cock was made for my pussy, baby,” she said. “Pull my hair.” Adam reached forward and tangled his fist in a silky nest of Emma’s hair as he began thrusting his hips; pounding into the small, wet peach of her womanhood. He came soon after, exploding inside of her again, just as she cried out his name, and Adam felt all his worry, his fear, and his self-loathing dissipate when he emptied his balls into the President’s daughter once again. Later, Emma lay with her head on Adam’s chest, and he stroked her hair in silence. “I had never even seen a naked man before tonight, Adam,” she said. “Your body is beautiful. The way your chest and arms flex as you pound me, the movement of your hips, the way your ass feels in my hands while you thrust. And your cock is gorgeous.” She emphasized his point by enclosing her fist around his organ. “Well, you must have seen, I mean, you weren’t, well, it seems like you’ve…” “What? Had sex before? Yeah, I have. With myself.” She giggled, and Adam laughed, pulling her tighter against him, his hand sliding down her smooth back to cup a bare ass cheek. “Did you mean what you said, about falling for me instantly?” “Yes, I did baby. I know it’s crazy, and you think I’m young, and foolish, that I lack experience…” “I could never think you’re foolish, Emma. Young yes, but not foolish.” “You object to my age? As if your feelings aren’t real because I’m not 30 years old?” “You’re not even 20, Emma, and you’re the daughter of the President.” “That doesn’t matter. I can see how you feel about me.” She’s right, Adam thought. I don’t know how it’s possible, but she’s right. I’m falling in love with a girl I’m supposed to protect in less than a day. And now, I’m not just protecting the President’s daughter, but I’m also protecting someone I care about. Everything I read in her eyes, she read in mine. It wasn’t agency training that made me recognize it in her. I recognized it because I’ve been living it myself. “You should try and sleep, baby,” he said. Adam was the first to drift off, and Emma watched him sleep. She was terrified, she’d never been with just one bodyguard before, and there was always a team to look after her. They had taken her to safe houses, and boats, and buildings with guards and security systems. But he was just this gentle, sweet, attractive older man that had no idea how safe he made her feel whenever he was close. But just one guy can’t be enough? And Adam didn’t seem to have it in him. Though she admitted to herself that she didn’t really know him, it didn’t change the feelings she had for him. She snuggled closer, her breasts pressed against his back, and finally slipped into a deep sleep.