Powerful Men 3: Four Hot Alphas who Take Whatever They Want (9 page)

‘Thank you, sir,’ Sandra smiled. She still felt like she was dreaming. Here alone in the Oval Office with the most desirable man in the world, it was total elation.

‘You got a boyfriend?’ President Collins asked. ‘I know you’re two young and pretty for a husband.’

‘No sir,’ Sandra said.

‘Well forget about it, in this business you won’t have time for one anyway.
At least not one that counts.
Hell me and Rhonda split up years ago, all the rest of it is just for show.’

Sandra stared.
‘Really?
That’s awful sir.’

‘Ha, you think it’s bad for me?
Turns out Rhonda was
gay all along. She only went and had an awakening that she wasn’t ever able to do anything about anyway – for the sake of both our careers.’

He suddenly seemed serious, his handsome gray eyes looking at her wolfishly. ‘She gets around though,’ he said, ‘oh yeah.’ He reached out and took Sandra’s hand. ‘But you can’t tell a single soul what I just told you, you understand?’

Sandra felt herself brim with emotion. Of course not, how could she ever betray him? She had to let him know where her loyalties lay. ‘I’ll take it to the grave Mister President,’ she said.

He laughed good-humoredly. ‘Hell,’ he said, ‘you don’t have to wait that long, just give me ten years from the end of my second term. I won’t give a hot damn in hell by then anyway.’

‘No,’ Sandra spoke seriously, ‘not even then. I’ll always be loyal to you Mister President.’

He squeezed her hand slightly and her eyes widened as his turned stony serious. ‘Call me Rick,’ he said, ‘please.’

Before she knew what was happening the President had stood up and was
beside
her, standing over her, tall and proud, like Uncle Sam’s better looking younger brother.

‘You’re a very beautiful girl, Sandra,’ he said, ‘it’d be a shame for you to let this job take that away from you. Sometimes a woman has to let herself just be a woman. Sometimes a man has to be a man.’

He reached under her chin and lifted it towards him as he lowered his face to hers. When they kissed it was like fireworks going off in her brain, her chest, her pussy.
Sparkling crescendos of red, white and blue.

They parted lips for a moment and Sandra had just a moment to think of how absolutely mind-blowingly amazing this was, when his lips were over hers again and all thought was driven from her brain by the pants-soaking pleasure of it all. The President pressed his tongue through her lips and lapped at her own, their teeth clashing passionately against one another. With a visceral grunt, he lifted her up on his desk and began running his hands up her thigh against the tweedy material of her tight pantsuit.

Underneath, Sandra’s cunt began to swell with arousal as her panties filled with seeping liquid. She squeezed her legs tight together, relishing the sensation on her aching cunt, as she lifted her head up towards the President’s hot kiss.

He pulled back, panting heavily just inches from her face, as his hot metallic-tinged breath filled her with irresistible lust. ‘Sandra,’ he whispered, ‘if we go through with this, you can never tell anybody, not even your best friend. That’s the price and if it’s too much then we can stop right now.’

‘Mister President,’ Sandra lustily spoke, reaching up to brush her fingers against his taut, flexing throat, ‘no price could ever be too much.’

He smiled again, tilting his head to allow her continue to explore his body. ‘That’s good. Couldn’t have put it better myself. You’ve got a real way with words little lady.’

He reached into her belt and suddenly yanked her towards him. Sandra yelped with surprise and excitement as the President opened the buckle with both hands and slowly drew down her zipper. His jaw flexed with tension and desire as Sandra felt her way around his firm throat and shoulders. He looked like Alexander the Great or Ulysses, here in her arms. It was unbelievable.

‘I can’t wait to taste that delicious pussy,’ he growled, ‘I can feel the heat from up here.’

Sandra closed her eyes and squealed as the pleasure washed over her. The President roughly hoisted down her pants and her underwear at the same time, leaving her tingling ass and soaking pussy pressed up against the surface of the desk. She thought about all the great and powerful men who’d sat there throughout history and now here she was, about to cum all over it. It was a Goddamn sin but it drove her fucking wild.

The President raised his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers. He smiled wickedly as he lowered them towards Sandra’s sopping cunt. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her and she arched her hips towards him greedily as he slipped them up into her burning crevice.

‘So fucking tight,’ he muttered, ‘so hot!’

As he pleasured her hard and fast, he jerked his head forward against hers and kissed her greedily again. Sandra closed her eyes and feasted on his mouth as she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking his fingers with the full force of her body. She was going to explode any second.

‘Hold on,’ the President said, ‘I have an idea.’

With his free hand, he reached across to his desk and opened the drawer. The cigar he removed was bigger than any she’d ever seen, but climax was so close now she couldn’t even comprehend why he might be holding it in his hand. The only thing her mind could contain now was pure unadulterated pleasure.

‘Cuban,’ the President smiled, ‘but don’t tell anybody.’

He brought the tip of the cigar down towards her throbbing pussy and slowly drew his hand out of it and up over her clit, teasing it as he slipped the cigar into her hot trench.

‘That’s it,’ he nodded, watching her face hungrily as he expertly pleasured her down below, ‘cum for your President, cum for your commander-in-chief.’

It was too much to refuse. Sandra’s whole body started to reverberate as the energy built inside her to a head and she came all over the President’s hands and cigar.

Panting, she passively let him kiss her face as she slowly came back down to earth. The President stepped back and smiled at her. Then he popped the cigar out of her pussy and right up into his mouth. He lit a match and started to puff.

‘Best damn smoke in the whole free world,’ he grinned and blew a furl of rich cigar smoke up into the air around him.

A few days later, Trina Scholl knocked tentatively on the door to the Oval Office. She’d fucked up big time and she knew it – the French had decided at the last minute to veto the treaty – and if the President had gone with the original information she’d given him then the ensuing cock-up could have been monumental.

‘Ah Trina,’ the President greeted sitting at his desk, ‘please come in.’

‘Yes sir, of course,’ she said.

The President looked furious, more worked up than she’d ever seen him. His face was a deep shade of red and a thick vein stood out on his forehead which was shiny from sweat. Trina knew she was doomed.

Suddenly the President spluttered and coughed, causing Trina to jump near out of her skin. ‘Ahem,’ he said, ‘excuse me, Miss eh, Miss Scholl. Oh my…’

‘You asked me to see you?’ Trina said.

‘That’s right,’ the President said. Suddenly he winced. ‘Oh Jesus!’ he spat.

Trina was already making plans for getting back on the job market. Hopefully this wouldn’t ruin her
whole
life completely.

‘So I trust you heard the French haven’t ratified the treaty?’ the President asked, seeming to regain
himself
once more.

‘Yes sir,’ Trina said, ‘sir I’m sorry – ’

‘SHIT!’ the President suddenly barked and Tina jumped again. He settled down. ‘Excuse me,’ he said. ‘Yes, in fact they vetoed it. Luckily young Sandra –
aaah
– Blake stepped in just in time and saved us from the mess you might have otherwise created.’

‘That’s right,’ Trina said.

‘I think you owe Miss Blake
uuuuuuuugghh
an apology, don’t you?’

‘Yes sir,’ Trina said.

‘Have you seen her?’ the President asked, ‘nobody seems to know where she is right now.
Oh GOD!’
 

‘I have not sir,’ Trina spoke, by now terrified by the President’s absolutely bizarre, almost unstable reaction to her indiscretion.

‘Well see that you do,’ the President said, ‘and make sure you mean it – if not for her you wouldn’t even have a job anymore. That’s all Miss Scholl.’

‘Yes sir,’ Trina said and hurried out of the office, the President whooping like a cowboy behind her as she left.

The door slammed closed and President Collins leaned back slightly from his desk. He looked down to his lap where Sandra smiled wickedly up at him from underneath the table. She held his huge dick in her hands, her lips glistening with his juices.

‘God damn,’ he coughed, ‘I don’t know who enjoyed that more: me or you?’

‘Oh,’ Sandra smiled, ‘I think it might have been me Mister President.’

‘Maybe so,’ President Collins observed.

‘Shall I get back to work?’ Sandra asked, guiding his hot cock to her mouth again, her eyes sparkling with wicked intent.

‘I suppose you better,’ the President said.

‘For God and Country,’ Sandra grinned and then went down again on the President’s cock.

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