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Erection Day

Chapter Two

AN: MM1 here with the next installment of "Erection Day". I hope you all enjoy some more Hot Bitch Carlisle in his starring role. It's so hard being the President of the United States…

Carlisle POV


The evening before the inauguration

I'm president. I'm the president of the United States of America. I'm president of the free world I'm…I'm…fuck. I'm in over my head.

"Hey, bro!" Emmett said cheerfully as he stepped into my room at The Blair House where I was staying. Tonight was my last night. Tomorrow…I would be over everyone. It was freaking me out, I had to be honest.

"Hi, Emmett." I said tiredly.

"Why so glum, chum? Having issues?" He asked as he plopped his ass down next to me on the sofa.

"It's just…tomorrow…"

"Tomorrow's gonna kick ass, man. You're the shit. Every woman wants you and every man wants to be you." He brushed his nails on his suit jacket. "Well, except for me, I don't want to have that kind of responsibility."

I let out a snort. "I can't imagine if the free world rested on your shoulders, Emmett."

"Hey! I resent that!"

I chuckled. Emmett had decided to follow me and now he was going to head up my secret service detail. I trusted him as I trusted no other, because, for all the goofing around he does, he's one of the best brother's a guy could ask for. "Well, I love you, Emmett, but to think of you being president…"

"Oh, fine. I can take a bullet for you but I can't actually do your job. Nice."

I paled. I hadn't really thought of that…someone could… "Emmett, please, don't say that."

His face grew serious. "Carlisle, look, you are the President of the United States, or, at least, you will be, in a few hours. And as such, people will hate you for some reason or another. You'll be on hit lists. You'll…" He shook his head. "I know I screw around a lot, but I take my job very seriously. And if you are going to do this job, then there's no one I would want to take that bullet for you other than me, okay?"

"Emmett…" I was emotional. So very unlike me. But he was my goofball little brother. "Just…watch it, okay?"

He grinned. "Yup, I am. As a matter of fact, they had to make me a special Kevlar vest because I'm so big. And I had them make a miniature one for 'not-so-little-Emmett' too."

That got me laughing once more. "Only you would be worried about your cock."

"We're Cullen's, damn it." He stated. "Our cock is our most important asset."

He had a point there. And speaking of which… "Em? Do you think you could get that girl, the assistant to come in here?"

His eyebrow rose. "Tanya? Dude, she's an employee here."

"And?" I asked. "She was assigned to help with my every need."

He shook his head and chuckled. "Thankfully I don't go for blonds."

It was true. He'd dated one. She was a crazy bitch if I'd ever seen it. Of course, I couldn't say much. Look at the scary whore I'd married for Christ's sake…that was a disaster. "Could you send her in?"

He nodded. "Don't break anything this time, okay?"

"I broke one Ming vase, Emmett, one! And yet you still remind me."

He grinned. "I gotta keep the prez humble, ya know."

I shot a look at the back of his head and smiled. The age difference between us was substantial, but it didn't stop our camaraderie. I quickly brushed my teeth and sprayed a bit of cologne on. I liked the expensive stuff. Emmett liked some cheap shit his ex had bought for him. I know he still pines for her, and I hate that they couldn't be together. Maybe I can see about bringing her up for a visit? I didn't often do nice things for people, just because, but Emmett was my brother. I made exceptions for him.

I had just sat down behind the desk when a soft knocking sounded on my door. "Come in." I said with authority.

The beautiful woman stepped inside, her PDA in her hand, a Bluetooth in her ear. "Mr. Cullen, Mr. President…"

I chuckled as she continued to stammer. Already I was enjoying wielding this power. "Carlisle, please. I'm not president, yet."

She beamed. "Carlisle. However can I help you?"

I smirked as I beckoned her closer. "I have a problem, and I'm afraid only you can help me with it, Tanya."

She seemed surprised that I knew her name. "How may I be of assistance?" She asked.

I stood, my erection plain through my pants. "I need some relief. The stress of what tomorrow brings…"

She nodded, coming closer, sitting the PDA on the desk. "I understand completely, sir. It's my duty to assist you in any fashion. I would be honored."

I smiled as she walked into my waiting arms and I said, "This is kept between us, is it not?" as I nibbled on her neck.

"Ungh…God…yes…confidentiality clause."

"Good." I said before I devoured her mouth.

She tasted like cinnamon. Apparently she'd had some of those cinnamon apple chips or something. She moaned as I continued the assault on her mouth even as my hands began to roam over her skirt suit. I pulled away. "Naked. You must be naked. Now."

She let out a whimper as she eagerly stripped for me. I moved to one of the wing-backed chairs, sliding my pants down as I went. I slid off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt. I sat, my cock on display for her. "Come, suck me."

She nodded and dropped to her knees, slinking toward me on all fours and my dick twitched at the sight. Fuck…

She rose up and grasped me with her hand, squeezing gently before her mouth fell onto me. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation and I bucked my hips. My hands fisted in her hair as I guided her movements. She was quite talented and I briefly wondered how many other important politicians she'd sucked off. I let her take me almost to the brink before I gave her a little shove. "I want to be inside of you, love, when I come."

She let out a little squeal and I chuckled as I reached into my pocket for the condom I kept there. I slipped it on and pulled her to me roughly. "How does it feel to know you're about to be fucked by the President-Elect?"

She let out a growl as she sank onto me. "Absolutely fantastic, sir."

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Morning dawned bright and cold. It was twenty degrees this morning for my inauguration. "Security is in place," Emmett said, addressing Alice's concerns.

"Alice, calm down." I told her as she bounced around. "It's fine. We've done it. Now, you're going to be my political advisor. It's fine. I do wish you would calm down." Hopefully speaking in calming tones would help.

She sighed. "Carlisle, this is a big deal! You have to realize!"

Or maybe it wouldn't help…"I do, but I won't relax with you acting like a Red Bull Faerie! Perhaps Jasper needs to give you some downers to calm you. Would you like some Xanax?"

She shot me a look and looked quite fierce for only being four feet and ten inches tall. "Jasper, control your woman." I told him. "You're supposed to be my head of PR. And she needs some relations."

He let out a booming laugh and I even heard Bella's slight laughter at the comment. I was very pleased when she agreed move to Washington with us. I enjoyed speaking with her. She wasn't afraid to speak up on occasion, if she deemed it necessary.

I saw Emmett put a finger to his earpiece and he said, "Okay, Mr. President. We're up."

I would love to say that I remembered every moment of that day, but now, as I wander the lonely corridors of the White House, hours upon hours later, I can truthfully say I don't remember much of it. Sure, I remembered they had gotten Sugarland, one of my favorite bands to play…and yes, Jennifer Nettles has the finest ass in country music. I should know, I tapped it earlier in the evening, before they left for their next stop on their tour.

Now, it was closing in on one AM and I couldn't sleep. It seemed so surreal. I heard some soft singing and moved closer. It was coming from one of the closets. I got to the door of the large supply room and said, "Hello?"

"Oh! Señor President! I didn't know you were up."

I smiled at her. She was stunning with her dark hair and expressive eyes. She had a slight Spanish accent, but it was quite clear she had been in the country for a while, perhaps even had been born here. "It's quite alright. What is your name?"

"Teresa." She said, making it sound more like "THE-REHSA". My smile grew. Hmm…A little Latin loving might put me to sleep better than a warm glass of milk.

"You are very beautiful, Teresa." I told her. "Su belleza brilla como el sol." Your beauty shines like the sun.

She blushed and my smile only grew. "I need your help." I told her. Hey, if it could work on Tanya, it would work on this girl, wouldn't it?

"Anything, Señor."

I stepped closer to her and wrapped my arms around her. "Can you help your president? Can you let me fuck you, Teresa?"

"Si, yes, señor." She whined as I ground into her.

Her crisp maid's uniform was easy enough for me to pull up from the bottom and down from the top. I unbuttoned two of the buttons on the jacket and her perfect brown nipples were out on display. I suckled them both into my mouth and she whimpered. "Aye dios mio!"

I smirked and feasted on her neck for a moment before I slid down my pajama pants. I looked very much the part of Hugh Hefner, only good looking with my silk pajamas and robe. "Mamale la verga." I told her.

She grinned and dropped to her knees. Yes, I enjoyed having my dick sucked. I am a man. And too many women were eager to do the job. I let her lave attention on me, and I have to admit, she was a champion cocksucker. After only a few moments she had me gushing down her throat.

"Fuck, you're the queen of that, love."

She stood and wiped her mouth daintily. "Let me taste you." I said, dropping to my own knees.

"No, sir, I must insist that…"

"Shhh…" I told her. "I am your president, now, you must obey me and I say I want to taste that sweet panocha of yours."

She moaned and her head fell back as I hiked her skirt up. She had on the sexiest little thong I'd ever seen, and I didn't even take it down before I thrust my tongue into her, merely slipping the satin aside.

Her hands fisted in my hair as she started muttering in Spanish. I grinned like a fool as I drank her delicious nectar. By the time she came, cursing like a sailor on shore leave, I was rock hard once more.

I kept her panties to the side and wrapped her legs around me, pushing her into the wall. "I hope you're ready to be fucked by your president."

"Yes! Please!" She cried out in pleasure as my cock brushed her sensitive folds.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Please, presidente hot bitch!" She cried.

I grinned and thrust into her, hard.

She screamed and bucked her hips into me, grinding against me and I knew this sexy piece of ass wouldn't take me long. I growled into her neck as I fingered her clit with one hand, my other working her beautiful ass. She was muttering again, and I swore I heard her say the expression lo más chignon, and I thought to myself, well, yes, I AM the baddest motherfucker you know.

I thrust my tongue into her mouth and with another scream, her pussy clamped around me, pulling me over the edge.

My head fell to her shoulder and I kissed her neck. "Gracias."

"De nada, Señor Presidente, de nada."

I stumbled my way back to my new bedroom and fell asleep almost immediately. The next morning I was awakened by a pixie sized demon. "Good morning, Carlisle!"

"Fuck, woman. Can't you let a man sleep?"

She shot me a look. "Not the most important man in America, I can't! And, also, you need to quit cursing. It isn't appropriate…"

"Fuck appropriate, Alice! It's five o'clock in the fucking morning! What drugs did you take?!"

She laughed and handed me a newspaper. Next thing I knew, Edward and Jasper came in as well. "What is this? Grand Central Station?" I demanded.

"Yeah, cuz we wanna see the Hot Bitch's naked ass." Emmett said as he joined the melee.

"Everyone out! I'll meet you in the oval office in twenty minutes! Give me some privacy, please!"

"Gotta beat it off in the ex-president's bed? Show your newfound authority?" Emmett asked.

I just looked at him. "How we could be raised by the same parents is beyond me."

He shrugged and grinned. "Okay, folks, show's over, let's let the man beat it in privacy! He don't want to see and think of any of your naked asses. Well, Alice, he might yours, it is cute…What, Jasper? It's fucking true and you know it! I've fantasized about her ass once or twice…" I didn't hear the rest as he shut the door and I rolled my eyes.

I looked at the paper where my face was staring back at me. Oh boy. I had a lot to do.

AN2: Special thanks to I'mwiththevampires08 for proofing my Spanish. I'm still so new to the language, but she managed to force herself to read the lemon. Which is why SHE is the sexy Latina with Presidente Hot Bitch. Thanks, T! You're a lifesaver! MWAH!