Now I know my favorite TV shows have fictional characters with fictional lives but that doesn't keep me from wondering what the characters have been doing with their summers. So, I decided to have a little fun with it in true Cotton Carpenter style. I present to you a little erotic fan fiction. I hope it heats you up long after the summer is over. xox
Summer Strange
Scandalous Fan Fiction by Cotton Carpenter
“The nerve of Fitz!” Mellie growled at herself in the hotel mirror. She was still reeling from her husband, President Fitzgerald Grant, who just threw her out of the White House. “After all I’ve done for him! He wouldn’t even BE in the White House if it wasn’t for me!”
It was true. Mellie Grant was a driven woman. She knew what needed to be done and when to do it. Sure, the WAY she got things done may not have always been good, or right, or legal. But, damn it Fitz, she did what she had to do and he surely reaped the rewards. She rigged an election, she induced her own damn labor, she even jumped the bones of his vice president just to get his sidechick free from kidnappers.
“Having an arrangement so your husband can have his whore while you keep his image looking clean and honest is one thing, but saving that bitch’s life and then getting kicked out from your own damned home is something else!”
Mellie paced around the Presidential suite of the five-star hotel...that she checked in under an alias and her Secret Service detail was guarding heavily...and balled her fists hard enough for her fingernails to claw into her skin. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she wanted to do something. The more she paced, the more she felt a little reckless.
After Fitz banished her from the White House, Mellie went to her bedroom to pack a few things. She knew she had to check into a hotel but if she showed up as herself, the gossip columns would be on fire with so many assumptions. And she didn’t want them to actually get it right, either, the FIRST LADY DUMPED BY THE PRESIDENT headline didn’t need to be on every newsstand in the morning. So, she grabbed her favorite blonde wig and her dark, Jackie O-ish sunglasses. Her assistant reserved the Presidential suite for “a family member of the President who is not to be disturbed.” Mellie wanted to be disturbed a little. Not anything major, just distracting. She wanted to be someone else for the evening. And she wanted to be bad!
She put the wig back on and fished out the sexiest thing she packed, a simple black dress with the hem cut just above the knee. Enough red lipstick and her highest heels would bring the spice. If anyone said she looked like the First Lady, she’d claim being her own slutty sister and swear the guy to secrecy.
“To hell with Fitz,” she said after blotting her lips. “He’s probably with Olivia Pope right now just wrinkling the hell out of my sheets. The weather is nice and I could use a little summer strange in my life.” She put her room key into her little black clutch and sashayed her way out of the door. She only gave the agents working her door a nod and they followed her to the elevator. A few minutes later and she was in the hotel bar asking for a martini.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” A familiar voice fell over her shoulder and landed somewhere near her lonely breasts.
Mellie turned to find that Idris Elba was behind her. The heat from his body, both his physical proximity and his extremely hot sex appeal, made her own skin begin to mist. “Um, no. No it isn’t.” Mellie had her security detail seated at nearby tables so she could sit alone at the bar. She figured some frisky business man would buy her drinks until she snuck off to the ladies room with him for a steady pounding inside one of the stalls. She didn’t care if the guy was bald or fat, married or single, just that he had a condom and decent breath mints. What she got was a man so beautiful, she was afraid to look at him directly for fear of going blind. How should she play this? Flirty but uninformed. Mellie figured if she acted like she didn’t know who Idris was, he’d do the same.
He hoisted himself onto the stool to her right and sighed as he settled in. “Long night?” He asked. Even with his economy of words, his British accent rocked every syllable like a panty-dropping R&B singer.
Mellie couldn’t help herself, “Yeah, but I’d go for it getting even longer...under the right circumstances.” She smiled slyly and rolled her finger around the rim of her glass.
Idris smiled too. He knew what time it was. “Yes. I agree.” He signaled for the bartender to come over. “So what’s your name?” He tilted his head and gave her the winning smile everyone sees in magazines.
Mellie felt herself getting wet but forgot what name she said she’d give to her potential one-night-stand. She looked Idris up and down seductively. “Are names really necessary?”
Idris scanned her as well. He noticed her left hand and the wedding ring she forgot to take off. “Well, I guess for tonight, no. No they’re not.”
The bartender approached and Idris whispered his order so that Mellie could not hear. When he left, Idris turned and said, “I’m going to slide you my spare room key and give you a few minutes to get to my room and get comfortable. How long should I sip my drink? Five minutes? Ten?” He reached inside of his jacket and discreetly passed along his keycard.
Mellie hesitated for a few seconds but she couldn’t help flashing to an image of Fitz and Olivia grinding on the antique dresser that held the delicates of First Ladies for over a century. She palmed the keycard. “Give me 7.” She swiveled so that she could step down from her stool and walked out of the bar knowing Idris’s eyes were watching every step.
When Mellie and her security detail reached the 8th floor, she gave them the order to keep clear until after her suitor made it into the room and then they could stand outside of the door to await her exit. They did as they were told and she let herself into the room and was welcomed by the manly scent of Idris’s cologne. “Fitz couldn’t pull that scent off. He’s so Old Spice.” She grew in her boldness and stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. A few minutes later, she heard a door shut.
“‘ello, love? Are you ‘ere?”
Mellie took a deep breath and decided she was going to get it like she never had it before. There was no way Fitz or Jon or even Big Jerry could bring what Idris was packing. First LADY aside, she wasn’t dead, she saw the pics on the internet. Oh yes, she was getting some of that. Fitz wasn’t the only one who had a love for chocolate. She opened the door wearing only her bra and panties. “Oh yes, I’m here.”
Idris stepped to her quickly and pressed her into the door jamb as his plush, full lips stole a kiss that sent electric surges through Mellie’s body.
Mellie had to know if the pictures on the internet were real or photoshopped. She went straight for the goods and was pleased to find his rock hard lump was as substantial as the photos promised. She tore at his belt, his button, his zipper. She had to free the beast she was so determined to ride.
Idris took her lead and stepped back so he could drop his pants to the floor. Eggplant! He stroked his gourd for a moment as Mellie’s mouth began to water. Before he took off his dress shirt, he pulled a condom out of the shirt pocket. Once totally naked, he handed the condom to Mellie so that she could do the honors of gift wrapping the package she was waiting for.
Oh how she rolled it on! Slowly...delicately...expectantly. She’d waited long enough. She walked to the bed while unhooking her bra. She slid her panties down and beckoned for Idris to meet her.
Ever so obedient, Idris approached her, picked her up, and eased her down on the bed as her legs fell open. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Mellie couldn’t take her eyes of his massive pleasure-maker. She nodded. “Yes! I want it! I want all of it!”
Idris grabbed hold of her ass and lifted her for entry. He inserted his plump mushroom and Mellie took a deep breath. He pulled it out and then slipped in a little more. Mellie bit on her bottom lip and he pulled out again.
“All of it!” Mellie demanded.
He obliged. Idris thrust himself as far as he could go sending ripples of ecstasy through Mellie’s body. He administered slow strokes as she moaned and squeezed her own breasts.
“Fuck Fitz!” she thought. “Fuck me!” she pled.
Idris picked up his pace and delivered hard, masterful pumps. Mellie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she squealed in the most pleasureful pain she ever felt.
“Fuck Fitz! Fuck me!” she yelled. She didn’t care if she could be heard all the way over at the White House. She began to laugh wickedly as she thought about how much Olivia Pope had been riding on Fitz with his mediocre package. Fitz was okay, but now that Mellie experienced all the meat Idris was packing, it was clear Olivia never had it so good if she was sprung on Fitz.
No sooner had the thought passed when her body tensed up as she totally lost control. Idris had been hitting a spot no one had ever been able to touch and the orgasm spasmed explosively. She felt hot wetness pool beneath her and tried to speak. She had no command over her muscles down there and wanted to say, “Am I peeing?” All she could get out was…”My! My! My! My! Mmmm...mmmm...mmmmmmmm...errrgghh!” Had she ever cum for that long?
Idris followed suit and let out a long, hard sigh himself before falling on top of her.
They felt the hot, sweatiness of each other. Their hearts pounded enough for the other to hear. His thickness rested inside of her and she regained enough strength to squeeze her vaginal walls around him as though she could record every inch of him through muscle memory. He flinched a little as he was still sensitive to touch. Then he said softly, “Did I help you get over him at all?”
Mellie sighed. “We have years of history, but I think you helped me get over today. And I have a good memory to help me get through tomorrow.”
“Glad I could help, love.” He kissed her on the forehead and rolled off of her.
The chill came over her in his sudden absence but the soreness he left between her legs warmed her heart. She’d worry about image control in the morning...hell...she might even hire Olivia Pope to help her win the election. But for that moment, she was going to relish her piece of summer strange...the Damn It Was So Good, summer strange.
Fitz who?
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