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The Rahmdom Kink Meme v. 1.0 (Posted here because I can't fix it to allow anon comments on rahmbamarama)
For those of you who haven't ever seen a kink meme (you are in for a treat), the instructions:
1- Choose a pairing.
2- Choose a kink. If you need some sort of reference, there's this list of kinks3- Your comment should be anonymous! All part of the fun ( Read more... )
For those of you who haven't ever seen a kink meme (you are in for a treat), the instructions:
1- Choose a pairing.
2- Choose a kink. If you need some sort of reference, there's this list of kinks3- Your comment should be anonymous! All part of the fun ( Read more... )
Every day, he and Joe talked on the phone, mostly about the campaign, every now and then about Barack's kids or Joe's grandkids. Barack needed a break from the campaign sometimes, and not having his family there with him was painful; being able to talk about them, even if he was just relating some silly story one of the girls had told him earlier, was a need that Joe seemed to pick up on instinctively.
But once or twice a week, Barack would pick up the phone, usually around eleven at night, and call Joe for a second conversation. He'd ask things like, "Did you think of me or Jill today?" and hear the need and edginess in Joe's voice when he answered. Sometimes he could hear Joe swallowing, almost taste the dryness in his mouth. There was one conversation in mid-October that he distinctly remembered.
"I saw Jill yesterday," Joe answered. "We hit a stop together, and she was able to stay overnight."
"Was it nice?" Barack asked.
There was a deep sigh like a burst of static on the line. "Yeah, it was."
He shifted his phone from one ear to the other, leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs. "What'd you do?"
"We had dinner," Joe said. "We ordered in from this little Italian place one of the local volunteers recommended. I didn't want date night to be, you know, I mean we didn't want the Secret Service surrounding the place and a buncha guys with cell phones snapping pictures of us, so we just had them send something up to our room."
"What else did you do?"
There was a long pause before Joe said, "I don't know if I should talk about this."
From his voice, Barack wasn't sure if he was worried about wiretapping or just plain nervous. "The line's secure, Joe. Tell me what you did."
"I, uh. We had sex." His voice was hushed now, much quieter than it had been earlier.
His hand idly in his lap, Barack asked, "How? Did she let you out?"
"Yeah. But she didn't let me--I just used my hands. And my mouth. I didn't come."
"Good," he said, undoing his fly. "Are you wearing it? Did she put you back in?"
"Yes."
"Tell me everything, and don't you dare take it off."
*
Watching him on Leno, Barack wondered if Joe were still wearing it. He'd had to take the chastity device off for some events where it would be too prominent, but to Barack's surprise, Joe dutifully put it right back on as soon as he could. When he'd asked Joe about it, he'd responded that Barack wanted him to wear it, so he did, simple as that.
He certainly couldn't see the purple and yellow marks his fingers had left on Joe's wrists the night before; the cuffs hid them well. He'd fucked him raw, driving him into the mattress, pinning his wrists down and biting his shoulders and back so hard he'd left teeth marks. There was nothing about Joe's jovial appearance to indicate that he'd begged to be let free that night, almost in tears from the frustration of being used for so long with no release, nothing to show that he hadn't been able to sleep half the night due to that physical and mental discomfort.
Something caught Barack's ear. "A lot of people have cameras, and they have these little video phones," Joe was telling Jay. "And you know, you've just got--so I learned to just go, 'Mm mm, mmm,' walk down the line. I don't say anything anymore."
Barack leaned back and smiled. Maybe there wasn't nothing, after all.
*
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It was election night, and he was exhausted, but they still had one more thing to do. The staff had all cleared out, they were back home, the kids were in bed, and Michelle was leaning against him while Joe and Jill lounged on the couch opposite them. "Hey, Joe? You did good."
"You did good," Joe countered with a smile, trailing his fingers up and down Jill's arm. "And I'm getting a puppy."
"You deserve that puppy," Barack said with a laugh. His smile faded slowly and he added, "You know, you deserve something else. You still wearing it?"
Joe sat up straighter, almost fidgeting in his seat. "Yeah."
Michelle glanced between the three of them. "In front of all those people? You know there were probably sixty or seventy million people watching on TV."
He blushed and said, "Nobody told me to take it off."
Jill scratched his chest and leaned up to kiss him. "You did so good."
Barack stood for a bone-cracking stretch and put his hands on his hips. "Let's go to bed and show him we mean it."
THE END
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Michelle and Jill being included was amazing. Especially Jill handing off Joe. And it ends on a foursome! So much more kink than I was expecting, and so very worth it.
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fuck FUCK *scurries back up to read* FUCK
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Jill--she just sounds right. And Barack/Jill/Joe is a thing of beauty, especially Barack making Joe tell him what he did with Jill, and to add Michelle in at the end...win. 100% win.
(Holy God, 60-70 million people, talk about *in public*.)
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I'm glad you liked it!
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She trails her hand up his thigh, over his stomach. "Did Barack fuck you yet?"
"No--well," he says, unable to be anything but honest. "Yeah, with his fingers. God, he's good, Jill, hit all the right spots--I was so incredibly turned on that first night before he locked me up." He's half-hard already at the memory.
"Mmm." Her hand tangles in his chest hair, scratches slightly. "Did he let you come?"
"No."
"Good." She strokes him softly, just enough to keep his erection and feel good. "What else did you do?"
"He made me blow him." He moves in her hand, trying to behave. It's so--it's such a gift to be allowed to get hard.
Jill chuckles. "I bet you liked that."
"Yeah," he breathes raggedly, around a laugh. She knows him all too well. "I've missed it. Taking just the head of their cock, and sucking, until they growl and make you take more--that's the best part. I like that."
"Mmm." She slides down between his legs. "Like this, hmm?"
"--oh y--oh yeah."
She lets him enjoy it for a couple of minutes, then lies back on the bed, stretching lazily. "Come here, Joey. Touch me."
He tastes her all over, amazed like it's something brand new. Remembers why this is his favorite place in the world, under her control. Thinks, with his mouth on her clit, of Barack's come spattered all over his face. He wants so, so badly to reach down and touch himself, but instead he slides two fingers inside her. He doesn't know if she'll let him come tonight, and he's caught between dread and excitement that she might not. When she moans and clenches around his fingers, he can feel it all up and down his dick.
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Later, when she's happy and sated, they lie together on one side of the bed. There's no wet spot to speak of--she didn't let him come after all. They breathe together for a while, and when Joe's calm enough to be soft again, Jill reaches for the bedside table.
"I love you," he says when she locks him in.
"I love you too," she says, and her hand on his side is all the assurance he needs.
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[WTH, I wrote RPS for a real couple, this should make me feel guiltier than it does. I'm just going to blame anon for domme!Jill.]
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