Marvel: President Stark

God, how Tony wished it was his birthday at the moment, the way she called him "Mr President" was too damn hot. He leaned forward a little, taking in her sweet tongue with his lips, kissing her wild and fiery mouth with a frenzy. His arms kept moving, pushing and pulling her along the hard pulse of his arousal, letting the bottom of her upper thighs collide with the base of his loins with hard smacks. Even the slaps reverberated through, giving him even more reason to fuck her harder and harder.

"Oh, oh, oh God! Yes!" Darcy cried out in bliss as her lips pulled back from Tony's plundering mouth. Her thigh muscles contracted, her ass tightening, almost capturing Tony's balls between her soft cushions over and over, testing him as her body rocked to and fro. Her dainty feet straightened up at the sides of Tony's head.

That strong, lovely sensation began to claim her. The hard pokes against her cervix sent her to heaven like a tidal wave of enormous power claiming her body. Her nectar came, wildly, explosively, bursting out between their bodies. It rolled down her smooth walls, tainting the luxurious bedding under her.

"Fuck.." Tony couldn't help but groan a curse. The tight compression of her climaxing pussy utterly engulfed him. He could feel every twitch of her inner walls, sweeping along his straining cock like bolts of surging electricity. His cockhead squeezed at the very end, wrung with force.

He trusted her enough to abandon himself to the pleasure and pulled her in for one last ramming thrust, right into her flooded pussy. His cock smothered into her, deep, staying there for a moment before he spilled himself into her. He felt as if he rocketed through the universe, surfing on the waves.

He finally let her body go, placing her marvelous ass gently down on the bed between his legs, her legs down to the sides of his waist while she continued to hug his neck.

He took deep panting breaths while stuck to her, forehead to forehead. "So… sleep?"

"Yeah… I'm... spent," Darcy replied, still panting with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Tony pulled his legs out from under her knees and easily rolled to one side of the bed. He dropped his head on a soft pillow and straightened his tired legs, opening his right arm wide for her.

Darcy happily laid down on his arm, scooting over to press her heavy assets on Tony's side. She giggled and kissed his cheek, her hand crawling down his toned belly and onto his sleeping cock. Her fingers worshiped his cock to the fullest. "I've dreamt of this day for so long!"

"Don't be surprised if you wake up with another pool of cream down there," Tony warned as he felt her tight grip pulsating on his flaccid length.

"Hehe, oh, please fill me up all you want, Mr. President!"

Hearing her, Tony felt that meeting her had been one heck of a lucky streak. Despite all her quirkiness, Darcy was good at her work, and he loved every bit of it.

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Pyongyang, 1st March, 2013.

Kim Jong-un had everything. His father was dead, and he was the undeclared ruler of North Korea. All he had to do was slowly consolidate all his powers before proclaiming himself the dragon to the whole world.

What the world saw as a problem for North Koreans—poverty, malnutrition, no healthcare, and no jobs, didn't exist for Kim Jong-un. He loved luxury goods such as expensive cars, watches, designer clothes, and fine wine. He loved basketball and Western culture itself, Michael Jordan his favorite.

He adored films, and sure enough, Hollywood ones. Even video games were included in his vices. But nothing beats his love for Western fast food. Excessive food ran in his family, and he was personally a large man from the beginning.

As always, after a whole day of 'working', he returned to his home. Although he wasn't the official Supreme Leader yet, he had started to live in the Ryongsong Residence. It was mainly for privacy as the place was extremely secure for him to enjoy all his vices.

That night, it wasn't food or movies, but a woman. A North Korean news anchor, a young woman whose career was about to peak inside the bedroom of Kim Jong-un, under his fat body. As repulsive as it was, she didn't mind. It meant she'd receive more perks in the future.

His feet wobbly, Kim Jong-un walked with his one arm around his female partner's waist. He laughed at his own jokes throughout the way. "Why did the missile break up with the satellite? Because it needed space… Just like I need space to lead the greatest nation in the world!"

"Oh! Hehe…" The woman laughed her lungs out, forced, of course.

Clack!

Soon enough, he led the pretty news anchor into his dimly lit room and began the ritual right away. He wasn't an athletic man, so his stamina was far too limited to even attempt any type of foreplay. Wasting no time, he got rid of all his clothes and then rested down flat on the bed.

"Come, take your glorious leader inside."

The woman turned a few more light switches off and quickly removed all her clothes. Then she crawled onto the bed. It was hard to tell if the Supreme Leader was erect or not since the man was blessed in everything but 'that'. But still, she needed to arouse herself, and to do so she licked around Kim Jong-un's thighs while her own hand fingered her entrance.

"Quick, I'm tired!"

She sneered inside and straddled the large man. His waist was so wide that her knees couldn't even reach the bedsheets on his sides. She just sat dangling on his heavy frame, his barely noticeable shaft penetrating her folds. It tickled her, honestly. Still, she thanked the dimness of the light, scared she might have vomited on the 'glorious' Supreme Leader otherwise.

"Aaaaaah! Oh, yessss! So biiiiig! Oh, oh… my… I love you, Leader!..." Since the man couldn't see her face, she moaned with a deadpan look. This was a mere strategic move for her. Heck, it felt cold in that room despite being involved in sexual pleasure.

"Uh… Faster!" Kim ordered, his thick arms reaching for her breasts. But he couldn't raise his torso to reach her. "C-Come… down for me."

Snap!

Just then, all the lights in the room turned on. It became so bright that Kim closed his eyes, roaring in anger. He shoved the woman away from his lap, thinking she did it. "You insane woman! I will have you ex—"

He gulped.

His eyes grew wide like never before.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

Kim heard metallic claps from the right corner of the room. A figure sat on the large couch in the corner, overlooking the bed.

A figure covered in red and gold metal armor from head to toe.

"Y-You! You're…!"

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As soon as Reed and Tony finished working on the nanotech, the first thing Tony made with it was the latest Iron Man suit. And to take it for a walk, he flew to North Korea with an elaborate plan.

Tony waited for the perfect time. He wanted to wait until the fat toad was completely spent and tired.

Sadly, he just couldn't. There was no joy in watching what was happening in front of him. It even annoyed him. Kim Jong-Un had everything, power, money, and pull. But instead of turning into a handsome, sexy billionaire desired by women like himself, the guy became a toad. Not only hated by the world but even by women.

Snap!

So, he snapped his fingers and turned all the lights on in the room.

"Y-You! You're…!"

At least he knows me. Tony thought and nodded his metallic head.

"What's with all these fancy hotels and their obsession with putting a chair right in front of the bed? Folks back home call it a 'cuck chair.' So, uh, Big Kim, you a cuck or just a fan of weird furniture?"

"YOU!" Kim voiced louder, his chubby hand finally rising, a finger pointed at Iron Man. "Y…"

"Iron Man, yeah, guilty as charged," Tony replied and stood up to his great height. He raised his palms towards Kim and the woman, the sound of his blasters charging hummed. "Now, don't even think about making a move or I'll blow your underused brains apart. Oh, and Jarvis—real-time Korean translation. Make it happen."

"Of course, Sir. Ije umjig-il saeng-gag-eun haji maseyo. geuleohji anh-eumyeon yeoleobun-ui jal sayongdoeji anhneun dunoeleul nallyeobeolil geos-ibnida."

"Iron Man! You are Iron Man! Tony Stark!" Kim Jong-un shouted in perfect English and jumped to stand on the bed, his little, little brother dangled in all its humiliating glory.

Tony stepped back a little, appalled by the proximity of that body. "Sit down, or I'll blast that mini pecker ap—"

"Big fan! I'm your biggest fan, Tony Stark! You are my idol! I love you! I love you so much!"

"..."

W-What? What did he say?

"Jarvis, what did he say?"

"He professed his love for you in English, Sir."

"But why?"

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