Marvel: President Stark

Back to sucking on the tip, Daisy looked up at him with lustful eyes, eager to please. She moved her head up and down, as deep as she could, moaning lightly while doing so. It sent vibrations up to Tony's core and amplified his craving. She fondled his balls, slathering her spit-covered fingers all over his family jewels with a thrilling tickle.

At this point, Tony couldn't stop himself from slightly bucking his hips, his manhood eager to go in as deep as he could into her small, hot mouth. And every time he did, Daisy would meet him halfway, going down when he went up, swirling her tongue around the throbbing cock.

Tony started to feel a slight twitch in his balls, every time he struck the back of her throat. A sign he wasn't going to last long. "You… you're doing amazing. You're doing so well…"

"Re–really?" She asked mid-gasp, suckling on the head of his cock, right before letting him plunge into her hot throat once more.

"A little faster, deeper, tighter maybe."

Daisy panted, standing on her knees to drill her face downwards. Her face and makeup were starting to turn messy, tears pooling while she tried her best not to gag. She gently wrung his base with both her hands while sucking half his length. Her tongue kept playing inside, lathering and massaging his cock.

She felt the way Tony throbbed inside her mouth and his hips thrusting even deeper into her throat, gagging her with each deep plunge.

"Ugh…In or out?" he asked.

She sucked his throbbing cock a few times and suddenly stopped, looking at Tony's face. A few strands of precum and spit-mixed cream rolled from the corner of her lips.

"Umm… I've never taken in… You know what, I wanna taste you." She gave Tony a long, sensual lick before putting him back into her mouth, bobbing her head quickly.

Tony could only nod in response as he felt pleasure wash through his entire body. He was so close now. And the way Daisy moaned wildly and sucked harder around him, so ready for his thick batter, it made everything that much hotter.

Tony helped by bunching her hair in one hand. He didn't guide or force her to go deeper, loving the sight of her fucking her own face on his cock. Her mouth was tight, scorching hot all around his wet cock. The massages of her throat and tongue were too good as if he was quenched into a tub of lukewarm, delicious butter. Her head churned his cock, milking him nonstop.

"I'm c-close… so fuckin' close… gonna cum," Tony groaned as he reached that bliss, and instinctively held her in place by her hair.

He exploded in her mouth, flex after flex, spraying, letting out one last grunt of pleasure as he did, his eyes squeezing shut and his head tilting back on the headrest. The spasming pumps went on for a while, all the while feeling soaked inside her warm mouth.

Daisy couldn't do anything but take it, feeling the creamy batter puff her cheeks slowly. She whimpered loudly as she took all that Tony had for her in her mouth. Her throat got so full that she eventually coughed and gagged, so Tony finally let her face go.

But then she audibly gulped it all down and fell back, panting and gulping the sticky remnants in her throat.

"Argh… Mr. Stark… You're big and… ah…" Daisy gasped for breath, her small chest rising and falling. "You came… So much."

Tony looked at her petite figure and reckoned he could lift her up too. He truly wanted to, but knowing he'd already spilled once, he wanted to do it at full power.

"Ready for the main course?" Tony asked.

"What?" Daisy's eyes flashed wide. "You can still…?"

"Hmm… On second thought, let's postpone it. Maybe later at the White House."

"We can do it In the White House? Sweet!"

She's more excited by the venue? Tony chuckled and grabbed a kitchen roll on the table beside his couch. He gave her a few and took some to clean himself.

Eventually, both of them dressed up normally and went to grab some dinner at his private dining lounge. Being the President granted him luxuries that not even some billionaires could afford. Well, he wasn't on that list, clearly.

"By the way, how's the electric invasion of Russia going?" Tony asked as he took a seat.

Daisy proudly gave him a thumbs-up. "Smooth sailing, Mr. Stark. I've breached most of their systems."

"Great, I don't need you to do anything. I just need to know the location of their nukes."

"Easy peasy!"

Tony didn't elaborate after that. He had hidden plans, and more plans to keep his plans hidden. His four years of presidency weren't going to be wasted.

At least he hoped so.

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Simply put, the response from Russia wasn't kind. They accused Tony of promoting American hegemony and whatnot. Of course, behind them was China, toeing the same line. Tony didn't give a damn about their response and busied himself with work.

He had to, since a certain chubby Korean just landed in America for the first time in his life. It was a weird case for most Americans and the media as they had no idea how to treat this man. Was he a friend or a foe? Why was he smiling so much and waving victory signs as if some Korean teen idol?

And why the hell did he make his motorcade stop at the first McDonalds on the way?

It was a confusing day for most. But eventually, Kim Jong Un arrived at the White House looking like a kid on a vacation.

"Mr. Stark!"

Still a fanboy. Great!

Tony shook hands with the chubby dictator and led him into the White House for a friendly lunch and an official bilateral meeting.

"How was the flight?"

"Long, but amazing. I love Air Force One!"

Tony smirked, having sent Air Force One knowingly to pick the chubby guy up. "What about my gift?"

Kim chuckled shyly. "I loved it."

Who doesn't love a hot blonde bombshell? Tony smirked at the money well spent and led him to tour the Oval Office.

As soon as they entered the Oval Office, boxes of burgers and pizzas awaited them on the coffee table between the sofas. Of course, a lot of drinks too.

Tony made sure that this didn't feel like a state visit to Kim but rather a vacation with a friend. He needed that much to create the illusion of friendship and slowly turn that into North Korea's submission to America's policies.

But he had no plans of letting North Korea also turn into a Chaebol-run dystopia. South Korea was enough for that.

"So, what's the plan? Got an itinerary, or are we winging it? Because, you know, I could give you the grand tour of America—Iron Man style." He tapped his chest reactor lightly. "Fancy a little airborne sightseeing?"

"W-Wh-What? R-Really?" Kim hyperventilated in excitement.

Don't die on me, buddy. Keep that asthma under control.

"Sure, buddy."

"I would love to, Mr. Stark."

Without further ado, Tony finished up the lunch and then the bilateral meeting. Nothing happened in the meeting. No treaties signed, no pacts made, no promises formed. Tony had no desire to rush things and ruin the chance.

No, he first made Jarvis customize an Iron Man suit for Kim's size and deploy it. Within a few hours, the fat Iron Man suit landed at the White House.

"Jump in." Tony gestured while he donned his nano-tech suit.

White House staff took photos of the whole exchange as Kim stepped into the Iron Man suit and in a few moments, blasted off into the sky at full speed, controlled by Jarvis.

It was a long flight with multiple stops to grab some snacks. He was honestly overdoing it, but that was how one created a lifelong fan who longed for a parasocial relationship. He knew what Kim yearned for.

Fame, recognition, wealth, female attraction, and perhaps some respect. While he couldn't get him respect, he could get him all the other things.

Niagara Falls, Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Everglades, Brooklyn Bridge, Golden Gate Bridge, Hoover Dam, Mount Rushmore, and many more natural as well as man-made wonders. Tony gave Kim a flyby view of all the places worth seeing.

By the time evening came, Tony returned to the Stark Tower instead of the White House. A grand private party was to be held there for Kim. No cameras were allowed inside, other than Tony's own.

The guests numbered from Hollywood celebrities to superheroes and other significant folks, and of course, a few extremely well-paid ladies who were supposed to shower attention on Kim and make him feel needed.

"Are you sure about this, Tony?" Steve asked while drinking a beer beside Tony by the bar. He stared at Kim dumbly dancing between some great-looking ladies, drunk and high.

Tony sipped whiskey instead and smiled seeing Kim being such a clown. "Why not? Look at him. He's happy."

"No, I mean morality. I see what you're doing, Tony. You're messing with his head. And those women? They're just doing their job," Steven replied, taking the high moral ground for no reason.

"And that, Cap, is why you're not running for President. Case in point: a Hydra spy tried to blackmail me last week with a video of my college… uh, fivesome—wait, sixsome? Details. Anyway, it didn't work because, frankly, I've got nothing to be ashamed of. Kim, on the other hand, is a walking fear campaign. That kind of leverage? Goldmine. But I'm not here to play that game. I'm here to turn North Korea into a democratic, high-tech marvel that'll make Silicon Valley look like a RadioShack clearance aisle."

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