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"For willful disobedience," the General intoned severely as she brandished the fine leather whip by her side. Then she lashed out precisely,three times, making Michael yelp with each blow. The whip flicked out smartlywith each crack. When the General was satisfied with her efforts, sheturned to the Commander in Chief. "Madame President," she inclined her head slightly and proffered thewhip. The President shook her head; no, thank you. All this time a young,pretty Congressional page was looking on without comment. The three womenstood around the submissive man without comment. "My dear?" the woman Generalasked the page. "Ummm, no...thanks, that is." Jenny blushed a little. She felt bad forMichael; it had been her idea to bring him here, after all. He only wanted tomeet the president, and now look what happened. Michael was bent over the President's large Oval Office desk, dresspants down to his knees. Around him in a loose semi-circle, staring at hisreddening behind with looks of introspection, bemusement, and embarrassmentrespectively were the President of the United States, her Chairwoman of theJoint Chiefs of Staff, and a lowly Congressional page, new to Washington andits ways -- Jenny. Michael looked back to see what they were doing. The General firmlypushed his head back. "Perhaps you don't understand me, Michael. Is that so?" "No ma'am," he responded quickly. "No sir, I mean. I mean..." "You mean what?" she asked sternly, enunciating each word with slow ease.Her faint New England accent made the words seem aristocratic. There was anedge to her voice and a tightening of her grip on the whip, a cherished giftfrom an old lover she'd met and left at West Point, twenty years earlier.Youngest head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the first female, usheredinto the top ranks of the military along with the first woman president andnearly a half female Senate. "I mean nothing," Michael answered weakly. The General gave him anaffectionate swat on the butt with the glossy handle of her whip. The youngman, barely 18, tensed then relaxed. The President stepped forward and placed her hands reassuringly onMichael's wiry young shoulders. Such a burden for one so young to carry, shethought wryly. Not unlike the burden of leadership. The head of the U.S. smiled slightly, considering what she had plannedfor this evening. A week of unrelenting reporters and trying minor criseshad left her strained and nervous. This was a splendid idea of the General's. Jenny asked, "Can my friend get up from the desk now?" The President considered, then assented. "For now." Jenny helped Michael up, and made a secret, apologetic face at him whileher back was turned to the older women. The President moved behind the desk to the plush chair and seated herselfdelicately. "I am going to watch for a while, if you don't mind," she toldthe General. The General nodded and set to work. "I am going to give you a series of orders. If you are slow inresponding, or tardy in your actions, I will punish you. You may, of course,leave this office at any time. I assure you, though, that the laughter of theSecret Service men will be the least of your troubles. For you will have angered the President of the United States, and -- worse still -- ME. Do youunderstand?" "Yes ma'am." "Good. One other thing, you are not to refer to me as 'ma'am.' I hatethat, out of uniform." And with that, she methodically removed her distinguished, bemedalled Army uniform one item of clothing at a time,dropping the last of her undergarments in a tidy pile by the leg of thepresident's desk. Naked, she wasn't half bad looking. A little out of shape, but basicallya trim woman for her 40 plus years. Her breasts weren't large, so there wasn'tmuch sagging, and the lines on her face (surprisingly) were mostly laughlines. She dyed her hair to keep it an auburn brown. "Young man, about face!" she ordered crisply. The President looked on inamusement. Jenny stood there, not knowing what to do. Michael turned away from her again, as commanded. "Remove your clothes. Immediately." Michael obeyed. "Hmmmm..." the General murmured thoughtfully, naked herself, less thana meter from an unclothed boy half her age. It was an entertaining self-imagefor a woman who in her younger days prided herself on her aggressivenessand creative thinking. The General turned a speculative eye to examine Michael's naked, alertform as he stood there under her command. Subject to her whims, as it were.She began reciting a description of the young man in orderly fashion:"Tallish. Slim. Light build. Hmm.. Long, slender fingers. Small rear." ThePresident grinned at that. Jenny was mortified, and kept her eyes off herfriend. "You'll do." She reached out and squeezed his cheek. He remained admirably still. "OK, turn around now and go down on me." "Errr...what?" Michael turned around slowly, questioningly. "You still use that phrase don't you? Or are you a tad slow, boy?" Michael shook his head, sending a delicious thrill down the General'sspine. The Oval Office seemed a bit warm. She imagined she could feel the currents of air as they circulated the room, purified, clensed and analyzedfrom one of the White House's remote monitoring stations. There was a long couch at the end of the room, underneath Lincoln'sportrait. She lay on it and motioned Michael over with a wagging finger. "Step to it." It seemed like he had little choice. Tentatively he leaned over and puthis head in her lap. He found her hair-rimmed delta with little difficultyand set to work. Minutes into the proceedings, Jenny couldn't help but peekat what Michael was doing. In a way, it was exciting watching him lap andsuck at the woman's most private regions with enthusiasm. There was no doubtthe General was gaining a lot of pleasure from it. Jenny watched him for a while longer. His arms were draped gently overthe woman's torso to steady himself. Midway into the proceedings the Generalhad locked her strong thighs about his head and urged him deeper, faster withher straying hands. Michael was hard now, she noticed accidentally, and again, it wasexciting to see. She hadn't previously thought of Michael in a sexual way;he was just a friend she'd met at one of the low level gatherings thatjunior Congressmen liked to hold. He was there as a caterer's assistant,and approached her purely as a friend. Six months later, this private visit with the President was supposedto be her favour to him, after tons of laughs and good times spent together.They were friends. And now he had to suffer the indignity of this. She wouldhave never believed that the President was capable of this, this awfulbehaviour. Michael, in the meantime, swished on. The General was making littlemoaning noises in the back of her throat. Jenny hoped he could breathe with those tight legs about his head. Apparently he was doing just fine, judgingby the little rotating movements the General was making with her hips. Finally the woman climaxed on the coach, a quiet stacatto fire ofgrunting emerging from her parted mouth. Her movements slowed to a gentlerelaxation and she pushed Michael up from her. His chin was wet, his faceserious. "G-good," she gasped. The President was positively beaming from herposition behind the world's most important desk. Michael stood up, his erection swinging loosely. "Here," the General said amicably. "Let me help you with that." Stillleaning back on the coach, she took the young man's cock in her mouth withease. Michael hissed an intake of breath. Lightly running her fingers along his shaft, she sucked him in withslow, deep draughts. 25 years of cocksucking had given the woman a masterythat few women Michael's age could match. From the start she was in completecontrol, a wizardess at the act, dictating his pleasure on her terms. Hermouth was firm and extremely slick, a hotbed of friction. Michael discovered just how deep her throat was when she went downon him to his balls. He groaned piteously. From the base of his cock shemade an effort to lick his adjoining testicles. She slid back up, and thenback down again quickly, dispelling the gag reflex as an illusion. Her deepthroating was controlled and elegant. Powerful. Wet. Intensely, extremelygood. Despite being filled with Michael's cock, there was a Cheshire smileon the General's face as she pistoned up and down with slathering grace.This fine young thing in her complete control. Youth was no match forexperience, she thought as she vacuum-sucked the poor boy's exerting penis.She kept a close ear on his breathing to keep track of her progress. Ah yes,she noted, swishing about his cockhead -- almost there. She pulled away with a wet pop and wrapped a calloused hand tightlyabout his moistened shaft. Her jerking motions were tight and clipped, anefficent path to ecstasy as Michael's rapid sighs soon proved. Out of amusement the General moved her lips over the boy's cockheadseconds before an imminent ejaculation. There was a feeling of intensesatisfaction at the control she exerted over him, the way she guided anddirected him to an inevitable outcome, one which would prove most pleasurableto him even as he was being purposefully manipulated. With a few final pulls on his shaft he began spilling his come instrong squirts. My how age makes a difference in ejaculate distance, theGeneral mused with her eyes shut as she suctioned him off powerfully. The boy was making noises and jamming her head down on him. She didn'tmind. It was fun vacuuming up all his jism and consuming it like a thin,sticky sauce. Made her feel juvenile again, and the noises he was making werecertainly enjoyable. Oh! -- there came another gob. She swallowed it downwith the rest. Finally he dribbled off to an orgasm-capping ending. She gavehim a last powerful pull which shuddered him from head to toe. Delightful. Michael stood back weakly and leaned on the president's desk. Jenny waspast embarassment as she observed him. Well into open fascination now withthe whole proceedings. Michael looked over at the President. She gestured himaround her desk with a silent wave. He acquiesced, tingling a bit as hemoved over deep carpet. "Yes, Madame President?" he breathed quietly. "We haven't really done anything yet," she said, raising herself to herfull height. Plastic surgery kept her looking very young, as young as apolitician could afford to look and still aspire to high office. She wasperhaps 30 in appearance, maybe a mature 28. Breasts were naturally fullbeneath the masking effect of her conservative suit. Her blonde hair was setstylishly in the current fashion. She took pains to look good. "Could you move closer to me, Michael?" she asked, pursing her lipstick-pink lips. High cheekbones, very subtly applied blush over good skin. A touchof mascara, professional yet a tad sexy too. The President had been a minorbeauty contest winner in her college days at UCLA, and had kept her looks,sharpening them into an in-charge professional demeanour. However it was hernative wit and intelligence as much as her charm and attractiveness which haddriven her this far. She moved to give Michael a soft kiss on the lips. She was unmarried,but would have probably gone ahead with this liaison regardless. Michael kissed well, a bit gently but that was forgivable. She nibbledon him and slipped her tongue into his mouth like a fine gift. It glided onin without resistance. For a while they frenched, then the President pulledaway. "On the table," she indicated. Michael hopped up on the desk and sat facing the President. She pushedthe chair back with her leg and lightly stroked the young man's naked body.He was getting hard again, soon. That's the good thing about teenage boys,she thought to herself. Always ready and raring to go. I'll have to thankthe General for softening him up for a longer ride this time. She hiked down her knee-high skirt but left the rest of her apparel on.She wasn't wearing panties. With a mild effort she levered herself onto hisyoung body and sought his cock instinctively. Wet already from watching theprior events, it was no problem slipping him in, and oh it felt good. She moved on him like an unchained tigress. "Yumm..." she whisperedcheerfully in his ear and bore down hard. He turned his head aside; somewhistling air escaped of its own accord. Abruptly she had an idea. The President pulled off Michael with a twist of her mid-section. "Iwant you to take me from behind," she breathed. This was exciting her. Shepushed him aside and climbed up onto the very large desk. There was easilyroom enough for her to assume the hands and knees posture. Ready for entry.God she felt wet. "Over here," she called behind her. Michael scampered up beside her andneeded no urging to shove deep inside without preliminaries. It was nice,nice enough to inspire a harder, faster thrust. The President wriggled herbehind pleasantly and clenched down with her vagina. "Nice," she murmured."Do it again." Michael obeyed, like a good boy. It was incredibly arousing seeing the President on her hands and knees,being taken from behind. She was bucking back at him, but the majority of the force was being applied by Michael, and with some tact and deftness too.This surprised the General as she closely observed the doggy style sex withnot a small measure of passion and interest. Flicking her gaze to Jenny, shesaw the young lady was mesmerized too. The General dressed while the President and her young lover fucked onthe Oval Office desk. Then she took Jenny by the hand. The girl gave asurprised start. The General led her, smiling, to where the two were furiouslygoing at it on the desk. A deskful of scattered papers provided somecushioning for the President and Michael's knees as their ride got bumpier. Jenny let her hand be moved by the General to Michael's thrusting organ.It was very hard and slick with vaginal lubrication. The juices clung likea wet coating as his thick, engorged flesh moved in and out consistently,speedily. Jenny kept her hand on the base and moved it lightly along theshaft when the dick emerged from its vaginal home. Judging by the speed which Michael was moving against the President'sbucking rear, Jenny's light touches were hardly registering. Yet Michael kepthis eyes locked with hers as the President tossed her medium-length blondehair with abandon. Jenny felt a shiver looking into Michael's deep browneyes. A gradient of pleasure connected them, her the observer, and him theexperiencer. It felt very strange. She kept her hand on his cock and begin squeezing of her own accord,watching the feelings develop and subside in Michael's eyes. Twin barrels tohis soul. She had set this up, her actions had caused this. She was no longercertain what was right, what was wrong. Pleasure seemed to have takenprecedence here in this hallowed old room. Jenny moved her youthful lips beside Michael's ears, which trembledas he thrust steadily. "I'm sorry Michael," she whispered sadly. Her handremained on his penis, detached from her consciousness like asurrealistic painting from the surrounding reality. Michael nodded once, brushed against her cheek with his moving face,and orgasmed. Jenny felt it in the shaft she held, the tremors. It seemedthere wasn't much sperm left to be emptied, but the blonde on the receivingend seemed to notice and responded with her own reactive orgasm. The twoshuddered as they pressed together, taken by the urgent motion of basestinstinct. It took a while for Michael to recover from this one. He moved to thesofa and lay down in exhaustion. Jenny stroked his poor head on the sofa ashe lay there, tired. He was naked and used, and she felt very badly forhim. Yet there was something terribly sensual about the whole circumstancesas she stroked his damp forehead and reassured him quietly. Something overwhelming that she hadn't quite felt before; revealed like a curtainyanked away from a magic trick by the unique setting she found herself in.She didn't feel herself, her emotions were all askew and her mind feltfrazzled. The President and the General, all dressed, seemed to sense somethingas the young pair lay on the coach. They took their leave without word,exiting by the west doors. Alone now with Michael. She still felt badly aboutthe whole thing, the negativity she had caused. She kissed his face tenderlyand felt her heart resonate with him. "I'm sorry Michael," she whispered again. He looked up at her from her lap and seemed to know what she wasfeeling, what she meant. How truly sorry she was. He moved his face upweakly to kiss her and she met him halfway, cradling his neck softly withher arms. It was OK, it was going to be OK. Without pretense the two made love, Michael on top in the standardmissionary position. It all felt brand new and wonderful, and took a longtime to explore. Jenny finished first with a gentle climax, and to hissurprise began crying quietly. Michael held her comfortingly and murmuredsoft words. He remained in Jenny's arms until he lost track of time. Michaeldisentangled only when he saw she'd slipped into an undisturbed slumber.Dressing stealthily, he left by the same exit as the President and herGeneral. The Secret Service men positioned down the hallway were verypolite and discreet. He left the White House unobtrusively and was dropped off by anoffical car while Washington slept. All very peaceful and uneventful.Michael entered his apartment bruised, tired, and generally worn out. Hetried to ignore the tenderness in his glans. The phone rang at 2335 hours. As he picked up the phone he heard a briefscrambling noise, then the heavy quiet of a secure line came into effect. "Mikhail?" a masculine voice intoned questioningly. "Da, eto ia. Ti byl prahv naschet nikh." Michael spoke slowly, withoutemotion or accent. "How did it go?" the voice asked from a far distance. "Very smoothly." "Good. Next time get some useful information," the man grunted tersely. "No problem," Michael replied. "Das vy'danya." He put the receiver down slowly and went to get some rest.
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