Presidents In Private - Kathrin Pissinger - ebook

A threesome female domination collection This anthology contains four stories about female domination which were previously released as: - The Candidate: for every cock - The Interview: talk to the pussy - Girlfriends: with sloppy slits - Screw The E.U.: and fist me deep It contains a lot of fisting, humiliation and anal sex, some water sports, pregnancy and lactation and 100% hot lesbian action.

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Presidents In Private


Text Copyright 2014 Kathrin Pissinger

This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are at least of 18 years or older. Any resemblance to events or people, past or present, living or dead, is not just coincidental but would be fucking surprising.

Front cover based on the picture “The Lovely Mrs. Queen Sabine Mondestin” by Sabine Mondestin, licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic License.

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For Elena. I'll vote for you.

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Hi there. Nice to meet you. Since we're about to become intimately acquainted, you can call me Kat. I'm your friendly lesbian kink explorer, smut peddler and deluxe porn story author. My stories are full of wonderfully depraved lesbian domination, doused with a good dose of peeing, some rough fisting, stretching and hard insertions, anal as much as vaginal, a little bit of public humiliation, abuse and degradation, with the occasional spanking and bondage, sometimes coupled with some gratuitous sperm play in my rare bisexual moments and, of course, all of that with lots and lots of beautiful, regular, naughty and oh-so-willing women.

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Table of Contents

Table of Contents


The Candidate

Presidential Girlfriends

The Interview

Fuck the E.U.

About Me

Other books byme

Connect withme


Hello. Welcome. Please have a seat. Do you like crumpets? No? Cricket? Strumpets? Doesn't matter, I don't have either of those anyway.

So. Uh. How's Helena? Good? That's wonderful news. The baby, too? Hear hear. Well, I hope they work it out. Things are tough all over.

Me? No, yes, maybe. I don't know.

Oh, you're here for the stories? Well, what a surprise, why didn't you say so? Please, help yourself to some lube and a complimentary dildo from the shelf, and don't let me get in your way. You need towels? Plugs?

What? A spanking? Mmmh...

The Candidate

"Fuck this shit," she hissed, throwing the door shut behind her with a loud bang. "Just fuck it all."

Joe sighed. He stood by the door, hands crossed as he'd learned, waiting for her to calm down. He didn't understand much of politics, but it seemed that the day wasn't going all too well for her. She let herself fall on her sofa and huffed a little while he waited, staring absently into space. This private security job certainly beat policing a strip mall, as he had done before, but there were things about it that he could do without. Overtime, for one. Enduring her temper tantrums, for another. At 42, Joe Crump didn't want to score any points anymore, he just wanted to go home.

The other side of the door was guarded by this new kid, what's his name? Elroy, or something. They got him off the state guard and he was just a clueless little fucker, straight out of high school, with no experience on anything.

"Who do those fuckers think they are?" she suddenly yelled at the wall. "Who do they think I am???" she continued, looking at Joe. He raised his eyebrows, staring back startled.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Ma'am," he replied.

She paid him no mind and just continued, talking herself into a frenzy. "I'm the fucking candidate, that's who! I'll be their president one day, the first female president of the gol'darn United Americas!"

"Yes, Mrs. Hopkins," Joe replied.

"Fuck that," she said, spitting the words out like bile. "You might as well call me President right now, you hear?"

"Yes, Ma'am President," Joe said, trying to sound convinced.

"You! Fix me a fucking drink," she said, pointing at the young kid next to Joe.

The boy shook his head, as if he had just awoke from a slumber. Looking questioningly at Joe, the older man just shrugged. "Ah, Mrs. Hopkins?" he said hesitantly.

"Did you even hear a word of what I just said?" she replied angrily. "Now get a drink for your president!"

The kid staggered towards the kitchen and Joe heard glasses clatter until he returned moments later with a straight shot of something that looked like Whisky. He sighed, thinking about how good it would be to have one himself right now. Shyly, the young man handed the glass to the angry woman.

She nodded, grabbing it with her left hand and taking a long sip, finally leaning back into the sofa. "Good boy," she said to him. "What's your name?"