THE PRESIDENT AND THE PAGE

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THE PRESIDENT AND THE PAGE

The year was a little into the future and there was a man in the Oval Office who had to shag just about any person with a vagina. And, his taste in pussy was awful and injudicious. So it was no surprise to any red-blooded American when he or she heard about the story of the President and the Page. I know you are dying to hear to hear it, so here it is. She was a cute (but not really pretty) 21 year old page who reminded him of his wife (before she hit the wall and grew her own set of testicles). She had been working at the White House for three whole days before she came to his attention. President Villheim Klittoon (not a bad looking dude himself) spotted her, and his hockey stick cock came to swift attention, and he began to salivate. His chief aide, noticing the Commander-in-Chief's state of arousal, and seeing the Object of Desire, whispered, "Sir, would you like to have that woman tonight? I think I can arrange it." The President swallowed hard and whispered back, "Ah, I don't suppose the First Lady will be back in town till the day after tomorrow. So, ah, yeah, why not? Sure, make the arrangements and have that cute little doll in my bedroom by ten p.m. sharp." "Will do, Mr. President", snapped the aide, and off he went. He caught up to the Object of Desire, and taking her by the arm, he whispered into the ear of the startled young woman. At first, her eyes opened wide in surprise but shortly she smiled and nodded vigorously. "Wow!" she thought, "Klitty wants ME! Wow! That sweet hunk really wants my 21 year old bod! Super!" At ten p.m. sharp, there was a knock at the Presidential bedroom door, and when the Man Himself opened the door, Miss Object of Desire stood there in all her adorable petiteness, dressed in a smart black mini-dress, smiling up at him. "You rang, Your Presidency?", she asked in a sexy voice that warmed the cockles of his balls, and brought a blush to his middle aged but boyishly handsome face. "Ah - yes, as a matter of fact, miss ah-ah ... " "Just call me Monique, Mr. President", she interrupted, offering her hand. "Ah yes, Monique, please come in", he responded warmly, clasping the soft, white young hand with both of his hot middle aged ones. "Please", he motioned to the bed, "Have a seat." "Sure", she smiled again, and promptly walked over to the bed upon which she sat after patting it and caressing it for a few seconds. "Damn!", he thought, "That smile is gonna make my rocket take off long before launch time, or lunch time, or whatever!" Now you have to understand that Villheim Klittoon was a man who worshipped pussy and who worshipped sex; and also, by the way, a man of very poor discretion whose amorous proclivities had on more than one occasion landed him in hot water with both his aging testosteroned spouse AND several investigative committees. Yes, the poor guy had been accused of her-ass-ment on one or two occasions. So tonight he knew damn well that with this particular girlie, he was skating on TRES thin ice. But, as the Banglade shi proverb goes, "AZ DOS SHMECKEL SHTEYT, FLEET DER SEYCHEL IN GANTSEN AROYS." Rough translation, "When the little head takes over, the big one becomes utterly useless." Oh boy - well on with the tale! Monique heaved a sigh and waited for the president to make the next move. He was able to tell that she was wearing no bra. Soon he would discover that she was wearing no panties as well. As she sat on the bed and wriggled nervously, her mini dress began to slide up her legs, revealing the most delicious looking white inner thigh flesh the president had ever seen. Long after she was gone, he would often jerk the hockey stick to the image of those snowy, silken gams, and of the dress slowly sliding upwards , to show the beginning of the two doorways to heaven (or hell, in his case). "Wow", he thought, "I sure hope this little love doll is a three input wench!" He stood there, transfixed, immobile, his eyes wide, sweat trickling down his face. After a minute, Monique motioned him over, patting the bed beside her, indicating that he should sit next to her. Immediately he broke his trance and walked quickly over to her and sat down. He was wearing only a bathrobe and loose fitting tan trunks, and Monique placed her hands on his chest and began to rub it while she bent to kiss his neck. The robe opened as she worked his chest and shoulders with her hands and mouth . She pulled the robe down off his shoulders and he slipped his arms out of it. Now he was wearing only his loose trunks. Monique kissed, sucked and caressed every inch of his bare skin. He swallowed, surprised at her aggressiveness, and whispered to the hockey stick through heavy panting. "Hold on there, partner. Don't go anywhere without me." He was almost sure that he could hear the little head squeal and moan as the dewdrops emerged, staining the light colored trunks. "Oooo, what have we here?", she squealed in a little girl voice. "I spy with my little eye something wet and. I'm sure, also wild down there, Mr. President!" "Please call me Villy", he panted as the bulging rod began to protest the trunks' enclosure. "Oh", she purred demurely, "I think little Villy wants out of his cell. Can we take him out for some yard exercise? Please, Mr. Pres-er-Villy?" Klittoon gulped and swallowed hard. "Ah, yes, sure then, Monique. Go right ahead." She moved her sweet little young hand into the trunks' fly and reached in. Feeling the thick hardness of the shaft and the sweet softness of the eggs beneath, she sighed and stroked. "Oy vey, little Villy feels so nice. So do his sweet little companions", she laughed. "Cum out, Cum out, wherever you are", she called to the First Jewels as she slipped the trunks down to his knees, then to his ankles, then completely off him. She tossed the trunks on the floor, and began the real serious work at the Commander In Chief's Baton with her little pursed lips. "Oh you sweet little fuck doll", he sighed. "Just the way I like it." As her mouth worked him into a frenzy, he thought of his own daughter, nearly Monique's age, and said to himself, "Ah - soon some jock will have her doing him like this, if she hasn't already. Well, I'm sure that Monique is somebody's daughter also." Then it was back to the business at hand, or shall we say, the business at mouth, and all of his thoughts were once again concentrated on what's going on here, and NOT about the tearing of his daughter's hymen. I just want to make it clear, ok? I mean, we are talking about a pussy lover here, but pussy in another man's family. I mean, after all, we are talking about a president with FAMILY VALUES. Remember, he signed one of many bills restricting adult content on the Internet, for Chrissake! Now where was I before the soapbox magically appeared? Oh yes, in the midst of 1600 Pennsylvania fellatio. Well sir, Monique sure loved to fill her mouth and throat with that Commander In Chief's love milk. She just sucked and sucked till she nearly drowned in it. That big hockey stick got a workout, and when Villy boy first came, you damn near could hear all kinds of religious screaming as far as the damn Pentagon itself. He blinked his eyes as her mouth withdrew from his cock. "Whew", he exclaimed, "You sure are something, Monique." She smiled. "I'm glad you enjoy that. I hope you enjoyed getting as much as I enjoyed giving. Now rest a minute, honey, and let's get little Villy ready for Round 2". After a short while, the Pres' lower parts were ready for more good works and charity. Monique was smiling again, bright eyed and bushy tailed. "Hi there, big fella", she said. "Ready for more of me?" "Ah - yes- sure", the president responded eagerly. "Let's do it!" And so saying, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed those sweet, adorable, little cock-sucking lips and tongue like there was no tomorrow. Monique got real hot, real quick, and pressed herself against his naked body. She wanted that hockey stick inside of her, really bad. He reached down as they continued kissing, and slipped his hand under the mini dress and felt between those incredible sweet delicious fuck crazy thighs. She was really wet. The little darling had been fingering herself while Villy boy had been resting up after the best blow job of is life, and She whispered in his ear, "Darling, I need that big thick rod in me right now. Take this fucking dress off of me, big stud, and plow the field. Come on, you've got your on the button. Launch that missile into me, my President!" Villy needed no further encouragement. Off came the dress. "Man! What a Bod", he thought to himself as he lay her down on the bed and climbed on. "I'm really going to like this!" His fuck rod was by now so huge, thick, and hard, that it was lucky she was the woman she was, and could open to accommodate the stud. And open she did, sir, as he mounted her and the piston entered the cylinder and found its way home. Monique's eyes opened wide and she could scarcely catch her breath as Villy's prick went into her. Her brain and her cunt caught fire at the sheer feel of it. A thousand trumpets went off in her head, playing Hail To The Chief as he fucked into her hard and fast. "Oooh Villy!", she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me, give it to me good." She tightened her vaginal muscles around his cock and held on tight as they fucked and fucked, harder and faster. "Uh Monique", he gasped. "Yes?", she gasped in reply. "Uh - grab onto my balls and - uh - stick your finger up my asshole, please", he said, still banging her but more slowly now. "Oh sure", she said, "whatever your say, you hot fucker!" Taking his balls in her right hand and sticking the 'fuck you' finger of her left hand up his ass, she giggled. "Ah, Villy?" "Yes?" "Um - does your wife do this for you?" "Are you kidding?", he smiled, still fucking. "She is a great lady but she is all business ... very little imagination ... strictly a one input woman ... in ... out ... the eagle has landed." She continued. "So - uh -when you guys fuck, it's like one small step for man?" "Yeah", he finished for her, still fucking. "One giant step for mankind." Suddenly she started writhing and moaning and screaming. "Oh my President, I'm cuming, sir! I'm cuming!" As she came, she screamed really loud. This time, the tourists at the Lincoln Memorial would almost be able to hear her, if there were any tourists there at this time of night. "Ah - you done?", he asked. "Yeah!", she smiled up at him with that sweet smile that made him feel really manly. "Well, what now?", she asked. "You wanna cum?" "Yeah", he replied, "but first will you do me a favor?" "Sure", she said. "What?" He dismounted and stood up. "I got a present for you", he announced. "I'd like you to put it on." "Sure, ok! Gee thanks!", she responded happily surprised. He walked over to a closet and brought out a gift wrapped box. His Johnson was still hard as he handed it to her. "Open it, please", he said as he began to stroke himself. "Oh wow! You shouldn't have", she squealed as she removed the wrapping. "Oh its ok", he said. "Its as much for me as it is for you." She opened the box and gasped. "Why its a dress! A beautiful blue dress." "Yeah", he smiled and continued stroking himself. "Blue is my favorite color. It really turns me on, and it will look great on you with your coloring. Put it on, please." "Ok", she replied, and slipped the dress over her body. "Oh! Ah! You look great in that, Monique", he complimented her. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. She was pleased with what she saw. Then he was standing behind her, lifting the back of the dress so that he could feel her ass underneath it. His cock bulged out an extra inch as his hands patted her butt cheeks. "Ah - let me in, baby", he sighed. "You're the boss", she purred as she presented herself to him. He clasped her around the waist as his cock slipped easily into her asshole. "Oooh, I love it!", she squealed as he grasped her breasts in his hands and banged her asshole hard. "Yeah Villy", she laughed sexily, "Give it to me good back there. Fill her up with unleaded premium, big boy!" Villy felt a surge of passion as the cum streamed out of the hockey stick into her her sweet young asshole. She shuddered with delight at the feel of his cream, deep inside her buns. He drew out his shaft and sighed. He looked down and blushed in embarrassment. "What is it, honey?", she asked as she saw his discomfort. "Ah, this new dress I got for you. I got some cum on it by accident.", he frowned. "Oh that's ok darling", she reassured him. "Now I'll never have it cleaned. I'll keep it for a souvenir of this wonderful night, and when I am an old woman, I'll show it to my grandchildren and tell them how great this night was and wonderful you were." "Ah - ok", he said hesitantly. "But Monique, do me a favor. If anyone other than your grandchildren asks you if we had sex, please say no!" "Oh sure thing", she reassured him. "I promise." Then she kissed him fondly on the cheek.

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