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Marvel: President Stark 26 - The Acceptance & The Rockstar
🕑 Added 2025-01-27 21:56:28 +0000 UTCShhh…!
Tony descended upon the pristine green lawns of the X-Mansion. Unlike the last time, he didn't arrive with fury or ten Iron Guardians. No, he instead stepped out of the suit and walked towards the main building while enjoying the gentle breeze.
It was a sunny day and he could see a lot of kids basking in the sun, some dozing, others playing, or working on their laptops. The expansion of X-Mansion he had funded had been complete and already there were almost 500 mutants living there while more were being found and enrolled daily.
The help he had extended to the mutants was entirely personal. He funded them from his own pocket, not the US Government. The last thing he wanted was for someone to accuse the government of wasting Taxpayers' money.
Soon enough, he saw the woman he came to see coming out of the building. He just stopped there and watched her approach him, while he admired her looks. This long white hair, that tall, lean, and athletic frame, all of her curves were defined in the X-Men uniform she'd worn.
The black, leathery attire tightly hugged her body with its golden edges. A black cape was on her back too, her belt having a buckle with the X-Men emblem on it.
"Tony."
Tony noticed the trace of uncertainty in her voice. So, he just smiled and walked closer to her, his hand extended. He'd have normally given a hug but it felt awkward. "Thanks for making it so sunny today."
"I didn't do anything, Tony."
"No, you did… clear the clouds," Tony replied and joined her on a walk toward an artificial lake newly built at the Xavier estate. "How are you doing?"
He glanced at her belly just then and noticed a very slight bump. That mere realization made it all seem very real. On top of that, it made his thoughts much more clear. He knew what he wanted to do now.
"I’m well. I’ve heard of your actions across the globe. The news is in turmoil, and the government is unsettled. What you’ve done would typically lead to impeachment—acting without Congress’s approval—but they fear you too much to act," Ororo replied, knowing the details as she was also a part of Tony's cabinet. "Were you hurt?"
"A bit," Tony said and joined her on a bench beside the lake. "So, what do you plan on doing?"
"The Winter Soldier shou—"
"I'm not talking about him." Tony looked at him with a burning gaze. He then shifted a little closer to Ororo's side and gave her his palm.
A sigh escaped Ororo's lips before she gave him her hand. In a way, she felt confident and calm by his demeanor. She expected him to lash out or go radio silent. But clearly, the man was full of surprises.
"I will… carry it to term." She answered while looking at his face to see how he'd react.
To her shock, Tony's hand squeezed her hand harder in response. A smile formed on his lips and he nodded softly.
"Yeah, I’m with you on this. Once I got past the whole anger phase, I realized I was actually kind of pumped about the idea of being a dad. I mean, come on—being the cool dad? Way better than the whole 'grumpy genius with a scowl' vibe my old man had going."
Ororo’s sharp eyes met his, a soft wind seeming to swirl around her presence. Her brow arched gracefully. "You truly wish to involve yourself?"
Tony scrunched his face as if he'd heard the greatest piece of nonsense. "Wish? What do you mean, wish? Unless you're secretly a goddess, which you probably are but still, who can pull off parthenogenesis, I was pretty involved in this whole thing too. And yeah, I'd totally want to give the kid my name. No secrets, Ororo. Kid’s gonna have a cool dad, that’s non-negotiable.”
Ororo took all that calmly, holding herself back from chuckling at his overly excited manner. The discussion she had expected to go serious and sour was somehow sweeter and surprising.
"What about the media, Tony? How do you plan to shield the child from their eyes?"
"Who said it's gonna be a secret? No way. As soon as the baby pops out, I’ll lift them up like Simba and show them off to the world—like the second coming of Jes… ah, no, not that, I'll get canceled if I said that." Tony mumbled like an excited dad planning the adventures already. "Like I said, if you're cool with it, I'd be happy to add another Stark to my family tree."
"But I don't plan on getting married to you, Tony." She declared it fair and square.
"Me neither."
"But you're the President. How will you handle the backlash? They will say the most cruel, vile things—about you, about me, and the child. How will you endure it?"
Tony chuckled, pushing himself up with a smirk. He gazed at Ororo, his finger gently tracing under her chin, tilting her face up. "You forgetting who I am? The guy with the plan? I've dropped over fifty billion on global media—while I don’t own them, they definitely don’t badmouth me when I’m in the right. And slandering you or the kid? Yeah, that’s a surefire way to go broke. Don’t sweat it. I’ve got this covered."
"You're still the President."
"For how long? We're entering 2015, Ororo. In sixteen there will be elections that I don't plan on contesting. I have no desire to sit in the White House ever again… it's suffocating."
Receiving his clear answer, Ororo nodded and also stood up. Her hand on its own traced her belly as she slowly started to come to accept the strange agreement between her and Tony.
"I'm glad you took this so calmly."
"What, you thought I was gonna throw a tantrum? Come on, I'm not that petty." Tony replied jokingly and captured her hand before walking towards the building. "And hey, you can swing by the Stark Tower whenever. Whether you're looking for some peace, alone time, or just need a bit of me—I'm here."
Ororo chuckled and put her arm around his. Although she didn't see him as her lover or even a romantic partner, she still felt a level of intimacy with him that was more than mere friends.
“And what exactly do you intend to do with the Winter Soldier? He’s still locked away in the basement.” Ororo asked him.
"I don't know. Let the law do its thing. But I’ve got a little something cooked up for him. He's going to spend the next fifty years hunting down Hydra, saving at-risk Mutants, and bringing in the rogue ones. If he survives that, maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider forgiving him. But I wouldn’t hold your breath."
Sensing that Tony didn't seem very interested in talking about that, she changed the topic. "Maybe you should meet with the new additions to the X-Men."
"Alright, let's do that. Maybe I can lend a hand to a few of you. Like that Rogue girl—poor thing can't even hug." Tony offered his help. "And hey, quick thing—I'm going to need you to head over to North Korea and work your magic on their farmlands. Feel free to take Air Force One, I barely use it."
"I'll add that to my schedule."
Sometimes personal and sometimes professional. Chatting, Ororo and Tony walked into the X-Mansion like your normal Tuesday.
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As soon as former Sergeant James “Bucky” Buchanan’s trial became public, support poured in for Tony. People demanded death for the traitor. But Tony and most of the knowledgeable folks knew what the verdict was going to be. It wasn't even hard.
The blind lawyer who represented Bucky proved that Bucky was brainwashed and not in control of his own body. That he was used by Hydra as a weapon over the years. In the end, Bucky couldn't be legally punished.
The high-profile criminal case ended with Bucky's acquittal. Tony accepted the verdict since he was already aware it was going to happen. However, he did come out and give a public response.
"I can't just let it go, you know? Sure, he was brainwashed and controlled, but I’m still just a guy with feelings. I get the law, I respect the verdict—I even agree with it, a little. But let’s not pretend I’m fully convinced. Mr. Buchanan's free now, but he’s still a super soldier. I just hope he uses that fact for good. Maybe spend his days keeping this country safe from whatever comes next. That’d be a start…"
Measured, and in his style, his beautiful Press Secretary, Christine Everhart wrote the small speech for him and he rolled with it, after rolling in bedsheets with her, of course. It was good for the optics, at least. People sympathized with him as he couldn't do anything about his parent's killer.
But at the same time, people started to raise questions. Who else did the Winter Soldier kill? And sure enough, the names shocked the world—JFK, the Starks, nuclear scientists, Presidents, Prime Ministers, Kings, Princes, and many more. The pattern was clear—destabilizing the countries.
Since the Hydra files were mostly declassified by now, the world didn't blame America or Bucky. Instead, the Hydra wing of the Soviet Union bore the blame, and by that extension, modern-day Russia.
Tony didn't bother to fix the blame as Russia being blamed was good for him. Instead, he focused on the final days of campaigning for the midterms. Finally, voting was just a few days away.
All the candidates for the Senate, House, gubernatorial seats, and other state legislatures had been selected. Out of his own pocket, Tony spent almost twelve billion dollars to create the National Technocratic Alliance, NTA, from scratch. Its sigil was an encircled, gray metallic torch.
With ‘Technocratic’ in the name, it wasn’t hard to guess what the party was all about. Meritocracy above everything else. But at the same time, Tony advertised that being technocratic didn't mean those less fortunate would be ignored.
True technocracy wasn't possible unless every single citizen had access to an equal level of opportunities be it education, healthcare, or financial institutions. So, Tony reminded everyone about his educational reforms with EMMA, and soon his medical reforms were going to roll out.
Then, just 7 days before the election, with much fanfare, Tony held a massive election rally. This one was unlike anything else and calling it a festival was better.
Held in the middle of nowhere on flat grounds, the scale was similar to the Tomorrowland festival. But since it was his money, the experience was out of the world. Iron Guardians secured the entire grounds, massive resting tents hoisted, food everywhere, drinks everywhere; no drugs, of course, since folks brought their kids.
It was supposed to last five days and each day more people joined. For five days it was just a music festival with singers, bands, and performers arriving from across the globe and performing at one of the five grand stages. Entry cost was 100$ on the first 3 days and on the last 2, it was free.
The Internet was flooded with videos and photos. American flags were everywhere, NTA sigils were everywhere, and often announcements would be made about Tony Stark joining the show on the last day. Simple to say, Tony was no less than the world's biggest celebrity at that point, not just the most powerful man.
Finally, when the last day arrived, almost half a million people gathered around the only stage left at the massive festival grounds. The stage was so huge that it forced the crowd to not huddle too much. With the Iron Guardians acting as crowd controllers, no chances of a stampede were left.
And then, as the last of the performers ended their performances, and the sky began to turn dark, the many lights of the grand stage and the towers around turned on to set the mood. Red, white, and blue was the theme.
The mere colors excited the crowd. But there was one last band left to perform.
From the stage, a certain guitar riff began to resound. The sound slowly increased and shrouded the entire grounds.
With a loud click, the lights focused on the stage and revealed five men. And pretty soon it became clear what the song was and who the band was—AC/DC, also Tony Stark's favorite band.
The light show was insane, half a million people waved their hands in the air with their wristbands also lighting up for the first time and synchronizing with the entire ground's lightwork, creating waves and from an aerial view, the American Flag.
The first song, Highway to Hell, slowly came to an end.
"Ready?" the lead singer shouted.
People thought the man was talking about the next song.
But suddenly the lights started to dim, putting the crowd in a dim darkness with only their wristbands still emitting light. Even the stage darkened a bit, with only five spotlights focusing on the band members.
Slowly, the second song began with a long guitar riff. The song was Thunderstruck, everyone knew it.
The music slowly became louder and louder. The starting guitar riff played longer than natural.
Shhhh…!
Suddenly, loud jet engine noises started to echo in the sky. It was loud, like a spacecraft lifting off. But the music also became louder with that.
Woosh!
And then, the crowds became restless with their screams. Finally, a massive lineup of Iron Guardians painted in the American flag appeared in the sky, a total of 50. They all hovered in the sky, their feet letting out fiery beams. They quickly divided into lines of ten and hovered at the edges of the crowd on all four sides.
As for the last ten of the Iron Guardians, they descended down slowly onto the stage, standing in a V-shaped formation with the tip still empty.
The guitar riff was still in its initial phase, as if waiting for the final piece.
Shhhhh!
Finally, a long streak of fire appeared in the sky, descending down towards the stage like a straight dive. The iconic, red suit of armor made it clear who was steering it.
Clank!
Iron Man made its iconic, one-knee and one-fist landing on the stage right at the tip of the V-shaped Iron Guardian formation.
"THUNDER!"
BOOM!
As the Thunder word was spoken and the drum blasted, all the flying Iron Guardians and those on the stage punched one fist in the air.
Synced with the song, the fists created actual, massive bolts of crackling, loud thunder, shooting toward the sky. It was dark already and the sight was beyond beautiful.
Goosebumps marred the skin of every living, breathing human on the grounds and the stage. This was an experience people were going to tell their kids and grandkids for years to come.
"THUNDER!"
As the second thunder was spoken, Tony stood up and punched one fist into the sky.
Once again, massive, loud bolts of lightning came off all the Iron Guardians' fists towards the sky, this time including Tony, whose bolt of lighting was the biggest, clearing up that he was the real deal.
"THUNDER!"
At the third repetition, the lightning bolts were joined by pyrotechnics throughout the stage, shooting into the sky. Spotlights also sprang back to life and the entire ground and the stage were filled with crazy light shows of American colors.
For the following reparations of Thunder, the Iron Guardians kept throwing bolts of lightning, but they also moved. Those on the stage flew away to join those in the sky, also acting like Tony's security.
With only Tony and the band members left on the stage, Tony unmasked his face without removing the armor. The lead singer handed Tony a guitar too and with that, the main song began.
♫I was caught… In the middle of a railroad track…♫
Tony didn't sing, but he did play the guitar while walking around the stage, waving at the people. Then, when the second song came—Back In Black, he kept playing the guitar. But there was something different this time.
In the sky, the Iron Guardians created a massive holographic screen the size of a football field. On the screen appeared a fast-paced montage of heroic acts by people—soldiers, firemen, police officers, civilians—protecting a human, a cat, a dog, saving lives, or any other heroic act recorded on screen. Of course, some of the faces from the video were also present there on the grounds, in tears already. It was a tough job that Jarvis fulfilled.
Eventually, the song started to fade out into silence. The band members gave Tony, still in armor, a hug and retreated to the back of the stage.
Eventually, it was just Tony left on the stage, all the lights focused on him. The massive holographic projection in the sky showed Tony's face, live. All the lights around began projecting red, white, and blue in an organized manner.
It took some time for the crowd to calm down.
"What a night," Tony said into the mic. "Sorry for running late—my buddy Reed just launched himself into orbit today. If he pulls this off, humanity’s about to get a serious upgrade."
Once again the people began cheering.
"Alright, folks, I know five days of dancing, music, and, let’s be honest, probably questionable buffet choices have taken their toll. I see some kids in the crowd, too—gotta keep bedtime sacred. So, I’ll keep it short, sweet, and to the point. Three days from now, midterm elections are happening. Big day. Why? Because this one’s not just about picking names off a ballot; it’s about deciding whether America gets a third major political party.
"Don't vote for me, vote for the future of this nation. Future of your kids and grandkids. I’ve brought transparency, justice, and honesty to the Federal government. I know, sounds like a LinkedIn humblebrag, but it’s visible. But America isn’t just the Federal government. Every state, every office—it all matters. And to really change this country, we need more than just one guy in a white building. We need the National Technocratic Alliance to win big.
"Now, why should you vote for NTA? Let me pitch you something new—The Good Tax. You know and I know that most companies dodge taxes all the time with tax havens, and yeah, I could ban that. But greed is like a bad houseguest—it always finds a way back in. So instead, I’m rolling out the Adopt A Project plan. Companies can earn tax breaks if they pick up Federal and State infrastructure projects and actually finish them—roads, schools, hospitals, you name it. Think of it as corporate America finally doing the dishes.
"Will it be easy? Nope. But I have my ways—let’s just say I’ve got a sanction itch that needs scratching. And hey, America holds up global trade with its strength. I’m pretty sure those corporations want to stay invited to that party."
Tony took a quick pause to let people digest his idea. Then, he continued with the next plan. This one was related to something that affected all Americans—Insurance. Since he had already reformed the IRS and made it transparent, even for companies and not just the government, it was now easier to handle insurance compliance.
If an insurance company reaches more than a 30% rejection rate, it would be put under government scrutiny and an A.I. would assess every rejection. Furthermore, due to access to the IRS and health records, assessing insurance would become easier.
On top of that, by law, each hospital and doctor was now obliged to be an in-network provider for all insurance companies. Medicare and Medicaid were no longer optional, and every hospital and doctor had to entertain them. Yes, it was draconian, but the condition of healthcare was so abysmal that he had no other choice.
Finally, he announced FDA reforms to make it stronger and stricter. Grocery stores would be forced to put healthy food at the front of the aisle, and according to the level of healthiness, the worst food would be at the far back. It was an indirect way to force companies to make healthy products.
All food packages must contain large, numerical, and accurate warnings for the amount of sugar, type of sugar, salt, and other harmful ingredients at the front. Moreover, high-fructose corn syrup was added to the 'unhealthy category' of ingredients. There was a massive lobby behind it, but Tony simply didn't give a damn about any lobby group.
Also, a special app was just launched by Tony. One had to just scan a food item with a camera and it would tell if the food was healthy or not. If it had too much sugar or not. Diabetic patients could just tick the box in-app and the app would warn them if they picked any food bad for them. Same for heart disease and such.
Finally, he announced that schools would no longer be allowed to serve slop. No more trash pizzas and weird gooey soups. A standard calorie and nutrient-focused diet would be followed.
"Let me ask you. If your grocery store has a health food section, what’s the rest of the store? ‘Living on the edge’ aisle?"
He left it at that and asked them to vote gray in the coming election. To vote for the NTA.
Then, slowly, his boosters sprang to life and he gained altitude. The mic was still in his hand.
"By the way, it’s pretty late, so food and drinks are on me all night! Well, except for the alcohol, obviously. We’ve got kids here, people—let’s keep it to three per person. No need to get wild."
And with that, a wave of ear-deafening cheers resounded. Slow, recorded music started to echo, marking the end of the crazy festival.
Tony flew away alone, leaving the Iron Guardians to handle the crowd.
Tired after his performance and the long day, he returned to the White House at speed, already past dinner time. The Secret Service men guarding the premises ignored his return, too used to it.
Tony entered the Oval Office and reclined back in his chair. He threw away his suit jacket, lazily untied his tie, and kicked off his formal shoes. He'd done all he could to campaign for the midterms and now it was up to the people who they chose. Whether they wanted a third party to be a thing or not.
"Jarvis, play some old, classical music that can put me to sleep," Tony ordered.
"Sir, I recommend you rest in your bed. Your stress levels are currently elevated," Jarvis suggested, while subtly playing soothing music.
"Yeah, I'll survive, pal." Tony leaned back, eyes closed like he was catching a quick nap. "Get me a report on Project Pebbles. It’s going to be my final gift to this country before I ditch this whole President gig."
"The project is on schedule, Sir. The boosters have been built and the cosmic arms are being reinforced. ETA remains at four months and three days."
"That—"
Knock! Knock!
Tony raised his head as the door opened. He wasn't expecting anyone since it was past dinner time, but seeing who it was, it made sense.
"Nat." He waved at his favorite spy, red-headed as ever, but with straightened hair, let loose. To his surprise, she didn't wear an office suit that day but rather normal tight jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket.
Natasha closed the door behind and gave a seductive smile, perhaps a habit by now. Even the way she walked swayed her hips in the most delicious of ways. "Looking… alive."
Tony chuckled and lazily folded his arms behind his head. "Talk about it. I still regret becoming the President."
"So, they’re right, then," Natasha purred, her voice low. She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly on the floor, and placed a file on Tony's desk. "Kings who don’t crave the throne yet sit on it, are often the best rulers… Here," she whispered, leaning in slightly, "let me give those shoulders of yours a little massage while you read."
Tony merrily accepted her offer and sat up straight so she could squeeze his shoulders with her graceful but strong hands. He grabbed the file and opened it. "What's it about?"
"Henry Pym... Seems he's been a little too quiet about his A.I. research lately. I remember you warning me about the dangers of uncontrolled A.I. I think he's pushing things too far, but I’m not sure how to approach him. You know how stubborn he can be." Natasha leaned in closer, her voice low and enticing as she lightly pressed her hand on his shoulder. "Take a look. I don’t know what he's really up to."
Natasha massaged his neck and shoulders while humming behind his chair, her hands moving with expert precision. Slowly her hands went down, gliding over his chest and eventually, her one elbow rested on his shoulder. She leaned in even lower, her warm breath grazing teasingly near his ear.
Her charming face rested right next to his while her one hand skimmed over his belly and belt, ticklishly rubbing over his pants and caressing the bulging tent forming between his legs. Her back arched, beautifully formed glutes jutting up, and her legs straight behind.
Tony welcomed her intimacy and focused on the file. There were some codes, some numbers, and a lot of technical jargon. It was clear that Natasha had this information stolen or Hank wasn't that good at cybersecurity.
"It's definitely an A.I.," Tony murmured. "But this? It's more than just A.I. I mean, I coded Jarvis, and gave him a few upgrades here and there. But this… this feels like it’s got more automation. Almost a biological vibe to it. Huh. Confusing…"
"You seem rather stiff." Natasha cooed just then and pulled his chair back. Her lush, jeans-clad legs skirted around, and she gracefully stood in front of him. "Maybe I can clear your mind."
Tony’s eyes flickered to her for a moment, before eyeing the documents again. A subtle smile appeared on his face as he muttered, “Any help would be appreciated.”
In an effortless motion, Natasha pushed her hair back over her shoulders and knelt gracefully in front of Tony. Her slender shoulders fit perfectly right between his wide legs, her curving midsection and honey-soft ass extending underneath the table.
When her open palms slid up Tony’s pants, he felt the shiver igniting his playful lust.
Natasha gently unbuckled his belt and unclasped his pants. And, with a little help from Tony’s nonchalant movement, she pulled down his pants and underwear towards his ankles with practiced ease.
Tony’s virile masculinity instantly came out, pointing toward the thing it wanted most, Natasha’s glossy red lips. The veins of his half-grown cock throbbed with excitement, his flesh twitching with eager need.
Natasha smiled charmingly, knowing they were both expecting this. Her hands squeezed Tony’s thighs, leaning down even lower as she parted her lips. Today she was going to challenge herself, not using her hands to take in his rigid flesh entirely.
Her pale little nose nudged Tony’s cock, licking the underside of his length with her wet, slithering flesh. Then, the tip of her tongue swirled over his cock head, her plump lips capturing her target in between. She suckled his crown, sucking in his length as her head went lower and lower, pulling him in deeper and deeper into her throat without using her hands.
Bit by agonizing bit, Tony felt his cock drawn into her mouth. It passed her gently grazing pearly white teeth, sliding over her massaging tongue, and smushed right between her tight throat muscles. The pull was constant, wave after wave, pleasuring him with tight kneads. It was impossible for him to stop himself from extending his hand to caress her arching back, resisting the hungry urge to drag her closer, her mouth deeper, and as soon as possible.
"Uh… I can feel my mind clearing up already." Tony muttered as he finished reading the report. He put the file back on the table and looked down. Her swaying hair and that insanely beautiful face. He really missed that.
Natasha’s eyes locked on to his gaze while she sucked him continuously, her hands massaging his thighs. With tight gulps, clean and strong strokes, the kneeling little maid polished his knob deftly. Her fiery red hair swayed along with her bobbing head, beautifully framing her fascinating face. The shape of her red lips pouted adorably over his girthy manhood.
The long wet licks around his cock, and the tight massages against the ceiling of her mouth; Tony felt utterly aroused. His sinewy length grew to his full vigor right between her lips, pulsating against her tongue.
Natasha could feel his entire heat filling up her mouth, but she didn’t stop. Even when his cock was already pressing against the back of her throat, nudging her tonsils as her head bobbed up and down, she still didn't gag or pull back from him.
"He's… trying to build an A.I. based on his own brain patterns. I'd say it's a-ah… god, you're great at this. It's a risky game he's playing. Knowing him, an A.I. like that would probably end up being as unpredictable as he is—definitely not the kind of thing you want running around."
"Hmm…" Her throaty moan sent prickly vibrations down his stiff pole.
Natasha gobbled the life out of his cock, slurping the saliva-covered distended flesh. She pushed her face down between his legs, almost touching his balls with her chin. Her head bobbed along his length, struggling to keep him inside when she reached the tip of his cock.
She sucked and licked, making popping sounds every time his wet cock escaped her mouth. Her hands gripped his thighs every time, annoyed by the restless, slippery shaft.
Finally, she relented with a huff, and used her hands, her fingers circling around his frothy drooled-on base. But it was only to sway his cock around as she licked him like a popsicle. She gently pulled down his foreskin to give a long rough lick over his swollen cock head, licking around the rim of his crown, and lapping up the spit rolling down his length.
"I… huh… I think you should call him." Natasha advised from her spot, a little out of breath before she went back to shoving his cock deep down her throat.
"I should." Tony grabbed his phone from the table and relaxed further, pushing his hips forward, legs wider to deepthroat her better.
Natasha stretched her lips wider, opening her mouth as wide as she could, and plunged her head down straight. She took all of him, deep-throating his cock to the very base. The tip of her extended tongue intentionally tickled the patch of skin between his balls and cock, her hands caressed his sacks full of gems.
“Ugh… ugh.” She moaned through her nose, fucking her face entirely with his cock.
Tony could feel his abs knotting up, the otherworldly feeling gripping him and throwing him into oblivion. His toes tapped restlessly on the floor, trying to remain composed as his world was rocked nonstop.
Tony's call connected just then. "How're you doing, you grumpy old man."
"What do you want?" Hank Pym's snarly voice came from the speaker.
Tony chuckled, keeping the phone on loudspeaker. "I heard you're building an A.I. Can I have a sneak peek?"
"Buzz off, Stark. Do I meddle in your research?"
"Yeah, that’s because you can’t, buddy. Now, I’m not calling you as Tony Stark, but as the President. I heard you’re thinking of basing that A.I. off your brain. Don’t do it, Hank. Trust me, I’ve been down that road—had to slam the brakes. It’s uncharted territory. We really don’t need Skynet Supreme running the show." Tony warned him sternly. "Don't build something you can't stop."
"I know what I'm doing, Stark. Mind your own damn business and play your little political games. I'm busy."
With that, the call got cut.
Tony sighed and put the phone away. "Well, I tried—oh!"
Tony’s whole body stiffened up, he struggled to not lean over and grab Natasha’s head and keep her there with all his might. The sensitive feeling was so amazing he couldn’t help but grimace, confused if he should smash her face on his crotch or shove her away. He rested his palms on her head, letting her do all the work as the build-up in his loins fought for a way out.
“Ghk, ghk, ghk.” Natasha kept going, her head bobbing faster and faster as her sucks grew fast and frantic. The sticky spit around her red lips had already drooled down to Tony’s base, slathered all over his balls with her slender fingers.
Tony shuddered uncontrollably, twisting his fingers into her hair, and guiding her to strike the right spots. He was teetering on the edge, ready to paint her throat white.
Finally, in a blinding moment of shattering bliss, Tony abandoned all resistance. His thick, creamy batter surged out, blasting like a rocket. His hips jolted forward, sending his cock deeper into her throat as he came with utter ecstasy.
Natasha gulped and swallowed a big fat load, sealing her lips around his cock without letting a single drop make a mess out of his pants. She licked around his throbbing length, lapping up everything he gave, suckling every last drop until his cock was thoroughly cleaned. The heat in her mouth aroused her like no other, his sweet and salty cream, mouthwatering in its own way.
However, when she slowly pulled back, grazing her lips over his flesh, she realized that the President still had some hot gift to give. His virile cock was still standing at attention, twitching as if calling her over for another round.
"Shall we move elsewhere?" she said, raising a seductive eyebrow.
"Ha? Ah, yes!" Tony woke up from that heavenly trance and jumped to his feet, his cock still dangling. "To the bedroom then."
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Bzzzz…!
Bzzzz…!
Early in the morning, at 4 AM, Tony's phone began buzzing like crazy. It was just under his pillow so it woke him up instantly.
"Umm…" Natasha, naked after their earlier intimacy, released Tony from the cuddling hug and let him pick up the phone. She never opened her eyes, sleepy and sore.
"What is it now?" Tony already had PTSD. As the President, all late-night calls came with bad news. And since this was from Darcy, he knew it was bad. "Speak."
"Boss, Doctor Richard's ship had an accident. We lost all contact."
