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I Fucked the President
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I Fucked the President  And it's true that I was attracted to her, but not so much to her looks. She was in her early 60s, White, long blond hair going gray, plain, dull, nothing outstanding about her, but she wasn't ugly either. A relatively good figure still, good sized breasts, a nice ass, and a handsome face for her age. She knew which perfume was the best to wear, one so aromatically pleasing it acted like a magnet. What was really alluring about her was the aura of power, the fact that she was so powerful, I mean she had the nuclear codes, and yet...so feminine. There is nothing much more attractive than a woman with power. My dick wanted to explode out my pants....  Disclaimer: This is not about our current or past Presidents, and this President is a female, but not any names we know today. This story takes place in the future or in another dimension or universe, so this may not even be the first female president. And i won't specify which political party or ideology she identifies with. That is also irrelevant, and scoundrels are found in both parties, anyways. In any event, this is the story of when I fucked the President.  "Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America," President Shirley Stevens said closing her prime time Oval Office Address to the country about getting involved in yet another war in the Middle East. "And we're out!" The Director said, letting her know the cameras were now off. After a quick after-address briefing, everyone started leaving the room. "Chris, can you stick around a moment?" The President asked me, still sitting in her chair at the desk. "Of course, Mrs. President," I said. All the doors were closed and I was left alone in the iconic Oval Office with the President of the United States, the most powerful person on the planet. President Shirley's demeanor changed from serious and business-like to comfortable and laid back, she even surprised me with a bottle of wine hidden under her desk and started pouring two glasses of it. "Wine?" She asked with a more feminine, softer voice than just a few seconds ago when everyone else were still in the room. "No, Mrs. President," I answered, " I'm still on the clock." She laughed. "Suit yourself." She downed both glasses. "What did you think of my address?" " I'm just a Secret Service agent," i said, " I'm not supposed to have an opinion. I'm just here to serve you." She laughed again. "And do you like serving me?" "Yes, Mrs. President. It is an honor." "Oh, is it?" She giggled."It's hot in here, isn't it?" She asked loosening up the neckline of her blouse."You can take your blazer off , ya know. There's no to be so formal." "That's okay, Mrs. President. I'm fine." "Suit yourself," she said, now unbuttoning one button on the top of her blouse. "But I'm hot." She then rolled a bit away from the desk so I could see her lower torso and uncrossed her legs, letting her crotch show like Sharon Stone did in the movie "Basic Instinct.". And like on Basic Instinct, the President wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her vag clearly, all wrinkled but shaved smooth and pink. I turned away, blushing. "You okay?" The President asked. "Yes, it's just that..." how do you tell the most powerful person in the world her privates are showing and she should cover up? And what happens if she asked why I was even looking in the first place, though it was hard to look at her without seeing her vagina. "Are you shy?" She inquired, now rubbing her legs up and down. "Mrs. President, I think you're trying to seduce me?" "Ha!" She let out a loud condescending laugh. "You catch on quick! Is it working?" She looked down at my crotch, seeing the huge tent my hard cock had created, smiling and drooling like a hungry fat woman eyeing a piece of cake. "Apparently it is!"  "Mrs. President," I took a deep breath and gathered all the manly confidence I could. "You're married. And this is the White House." "Ha!" President Shirley laughed again. "You don't think my husband plays around?" "Okay, but this is the Oval Office. That's how Bill Clinton got caught." "Ha, ha! Bill Clinton was a moron! This is the most secured office on the planet! You shouldn't get caught doing anything here!" "Yes, but still. We shouldn't." "Look, boy," she said, now a bit mean and impatient. "You are a Secret Service agent. You serve at the pleasure of the President and I'm the President," she laid back like she was ready for me to straddle her there in the chair, "so pleasure me." "Yes," I countered. "But this is America. If i say no you can't have my head chopped off." "No," her voice was now deadly serious, "but I can ruin you in other ways. Now serve me. You did say it was an honor. And besides, you know you want to. I've seen the way you've been looking at me." And it's true that I was attracted to her, but not so much to her looks. She was in her early 60s, White, long blond hair going gray, plain, dull, nothing outstanding about her, but she wasn't ugly either. A relatively good figure still, good sized breasts, a nice ass, and a handsome face for her age. She knew which perfume was the best to wear, one so aromatically pleasing it acted like a magnet. What was really alluring about her was the aura of power, the fact that she was so powerful, I mean she had the nuclear codes, and yet...so feminine. There is nothing much more attractive than a woman with power. My dick wanted to explode out my pants.  Fuck it, I thought. Manners be damned, I'll fuck the President! Besides, everyone knew how badly her husband, the so-called "First Gentleman," treats her, the rumors that he is with a different woman almost every night had him called by the tabloids "The First ," and the mainstream press called him "The New Kennedy." The other rumor was he was neglecting his wife's sexual needs quite regularly. So I finally surrendered to my basest instincts, giving up my ideas of chivalry and honor, and started stripping my shirt off, while President Shirley watched, drooling. I walked over to the President and got down on my knees to be at her level since she was still sitting in the chair. President Shirley opened her shirt up completely and her plump boobs popped out like two huge balloons. "Like what you see?" The President asked. I nodded. "Touch 'em." I put my hands on her breasts. "Squeeze them." I squeezed both, and it was like squeezing two water balloons. "Suck them," she ordered. Like a hungry infant, I swallowed both tits, one after the other, with my mouth, getting as much of her breast into it as possible, then started sucking. Slurp! Slurp! Squeezing them as I went. "OOhhh!!! Augh!!!!" President Shirley looked up, her eyes closed, her face smiling, moaning and groaning in pure ecstasy. "You are so good at this!" Slurp! Slurp! Squeeze! Squeeze! I even massaged her breasts with my face, moving from one to the other and back, my lips and tongue never leaving her chest. "Kiss my neck." I started kissing her neck and sucking on it. She giggled and moaned. "Ohh!! You're so great!! Ohhhh!!!" I couldn't believe we were doing this...at the same desk President Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation at, with portraits of all the past Presidents staring down at us, I could imagine their reaction if they somehow came alive to watch. I could also see past her chair and out the window to the South Lawn and to Washington below. It was dark, but the curtains were open so I was hoping nobody could see up and in. As I was doing this she was molesting me with her foot, the pointy ends of her high-heels being rubbed up my legs and between them. "Eat my pussy," President Shirley ordered. "What?" "Eat my pussy," she repeated, now very assertive. "DO IT!" I removed the bottom of her dress, again she had no panties on, then put my face into her pubic area. I then licked her clit softly up and down, varying in my strokes, from slow to soft, from fast to hard. At times I would enter her pussy with my tongue, pushing it in and out, fucking her with it. I placed my lips around the opening to her vagina and blew into it then started humming, the sound making her vagina vibrate. "Oohhh.." she moaned. With all the humming-caused vibrations and the penetration feel of my tongue in and out of her, she couldn't stop moaning in so much ecstasy then I felt her shudder and some liquid squirted all over my face as she orgasmed. "Yes! Yes!" she yelled. "Oh, God!!" She would later tell me it felt like the orgasm ran up her spine and made her toes curl.  "You are a pro at this," she complimented. "Damn!" I was wiping her vaginal fluids off my lips. Meanwhile, she was eyeing my crotch, again noticing the huge tent there and the pre-cum already putting a stain on my pants. "We need to free the beast," she told me. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and my big, hard cock jumped out eagerly. She grabbed it, stroked it, played with the all the foreskin as I am uncut, and shook it. Finally I stood up so my dick was level with her face as she was still sitting down and she put her mouth on it. Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! She started sucking hard, up and down, stroking it aggressively as she went. I then thrusted it in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. Here i was fucking the face of the most powerful person on the planet. Here I was giving the President of the United States so much sensual pleasure, and now in this position, topping and dominating her. I can't explain the feeling of power and pride it was giving me. I was fucking the President!  My cock swelled., throbbed, then finally blew, all the semen filling up the inside of the President's mouth. She quickly swallowed it, "Gulp! Gulp!" before it all choked her. We made sure not to get any semen on the floor or on her dress for that matter. That is how Bill Clinton got caught. She sucked and licked my dick clean. She then fell back in her chair in so much sexual satisfaction, wiping my cum from her lips. "Wow," she exclaimed. "That was so great." We were both sweating and breathing heavily, now able to rest. We both started dressing ourselves. "I can't wait for you to serve me again," President Shirley Stevens said. Then she glanced at one of the cameras that was left in the room. "Why is that light on?" And that is when we realized that one of the cameras was left on and all the sex acts we just did were watched live by millions of Americans, and probably by a few world leaders too.  If you like what you read, please message me, flirt with me, give me tips and gifts, and friend request me. You might even like and comment on my other stories and blog posts and on my pixies and videos. You can also reach me at chrissy4 AT protonmail DOT com or at five six 2- seven 26- eight three 26. I only do text. Yet still, you might like my other blog, just Google search for the terms or phrases "Adventures of a Bi Male ," "bimaleslutsd," "bicurioussd," or "submisivesonsd." I suggest searching Google images. You can also find me on Pornhub with the username "BiMaleSlutSD," on Streamate with the username "ChrissyinSD," and on Chaturbate with the username "Submissivesonsd." Thanks! Love you all! 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