FUCKING MR. PRESIDENT – FAR FROM THE OVAL OFFICE!
Fucking on the first day? Yup! My first day as an Intern at the White House was way better than I could have ever imagined! My Dad got me the job since he golfs with the President’s Chief of Staff. By President, I don’t mean some Fortune 100 company. I’m talking about the WHITE HOUSE PRESIDENT! So, obviously, fucking Mr. President wasn’t even on my radar! Well, not really. Okay, so when I saw him on t.v. I always got wet and later fingered my little cunt with everything I had. But, up close…in person? Nope. Not even a realistic thought.
The thought only transferred to a possibility when on that first morning, I heard him. Right behind me! I was foolishly bent at the waist looking for my lucky pen in the fucking trash can and heard a man clear his throat behind me.
“Oh! I am so very sorry, Sir. I. I….was just trying to find my pen. This must look….”
“Enchanting?” he immediately said back without even looking to see if he was being overheard.
Intrigued, I extended a warm slender hand toward him. He took it with a small tug that landed me within an inch of his fine face! What the HELL am I doing. This is the fucking LEADER of the FREE WORLD we’re talking about here!
“Meet one of my men in the lower level garage when you get off…work, that is.” He said with a chuckle that ran straight through me.
“Meet? What?” I said.
His finger found my lips to hush me.
“Are you even thinking about NOT showing up, Joey?”
His face a mix of wonder and pure lust. Fucking was CLEARLY on his mind!
“No. Sir. I’ll…I’ll be there. But, may I ask…?”
“No” His reply, short and definite. He walked away from me.
I stood transfixed, mouth agape and let it wash over me. The President of these United States wants a private meeting with ME after work…at some secret location. Hmmmm. Interesting. And scary as HELL!
The car was waiting the minute I stepped from the elevator. A long stretch town car, filled with a subtle sophistication that is befitting of a man who rules the country. I was taken, blindfolded to this secret locale and deposited on a doorstep (still blindfolded) as I heard the car pull off the gravel driveway.
A door opened and it was a heavy door. I could tell by the sound of it as it creaked open. A hand gently lifted the blindfold and I saw his handsome face, standing there nude and smiling an Executive Smile at me. I felt my clit twitch and the drip began. His dick was way ahead of me…and him too as it pressed against my waist and we weren’t really touching yet.
He took me in his arms and carried me up the massive winding staircase. I landed on a cloud of luxury on the four-poster bed in the lavish suite. I didn’t breathe before his mouth found mine and we hungrily kissed. I didn’t know I could want him this much. Maybe just a little “slap and tickle” and be on my way. This wasn’t turning into that kind of party!
He fingered my pink pussy, studying every fold before plunging that fat tongue of his inside my cunt. This dangerous liaison caused plenty of squirting as he pounded and poured his this, sweet cum into my pussy and ass…Never forgetting to give me much desired “sperm Perm” too.
Our confidential love making went well beyond that secret house, right into the Oval Office. His cock is mine now! Too bad he’s finishing up his second term. Our fun will soon end. But, for the time being, my secret, married lover and I are having a ball! there’s not an inch of that office that CSI wouldn’t spot copious amounts of my DNA on! Oh the way that man can fuck!
After the next election, I’ll need to make a serious choice…Follow Mr. President to whatever is next and be his “Chick-on-the-side”, or stay with the new cabinetry. Hmmmm. Guess it will depend on who wins.
I bet you’ll never guess who my money’s on as the next Cock I’ll own in the Big House on the Hill. Capital Hill, that is. Call me, maybe I’ll tell. Maybe I’ll make you get it from me in other ways…Giggle
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