Tobin’s eyes rounded on me and my jaws clamped shut involuntarily at the momentary anger that flashed across their blue depths. It was gone as soon as it came and I saw the corners of his mouth raise almost imperceptibly.
“Another interesting point, princess.”
The way he said ‘princess’ was almost mocking, I’d never been spoken down to in all my life but what could I say? ‘How dare you identify me as royalty’? My family were monarchs in ages past, the public already called me ‘princess’. I let it go but inside I was churning with emotions. On one hand I was seething with anger at the patronising tone, on the other… he was proving he had more than just physical power and damned if he wasn’t turning me on. Damn him.
“The thing is that apparently there’s more to that video file than you’ve received. Like the part where the girl requests my double fulfil her rape fantasy and gives full consent. They even had a safety word for her to use. It seems like you really have nothing here. I wonder why that girl didn’t tell you everything? Very strange, isn’t it?”
At that moment, instead of a knock on the door, a bookcase swung open and a pretty girl with dark blonde hair, only slightly younger than myself, walked in carrying a laptop.
“Ah, Jenny. Good to see you. Just put the laptop down here.”
The girl did as she was told and then turned to leave. The President gave her a pat on the ass as she walked away and my eyebrows raised. It was like a public service video about workplace etiquette from the 1950s when a firm strike to the ass of a female employee was considered equivalent to a pay rise by the male dominated world. It wasn’t even a pat on the ass cheek, Tobin grabbed her right between the legs as if he was quickly stroking her pussy through her pants. She looked back with a smile before disappearing behind the bookcase again. I hated her, it was like she was setting women’s rights back a hundred years single-handedly.
“That Jenny, she’s a whiz at data encryption, and decryption. There’s almost nothing she hasn’t been able to unscramble for me. Found something very interesting about you actually, Mr. Nicolescu.”
I shot Emanuel a glance. What the fuck had he done? I didn’t have long to wait as the American President pressed a few buttons on his own laptop and then turned it to face us. I don’t want to detail what I saw on that screen, I’ll just say ‘President of Romania and a Thai Ladyboy’ and leave it at that.
“I’ve got a lot more and a lot worse on you, Mr. Nicolescu, but it seems you don’t have anything on me.”
Emanuel briefly found his voice after so many minutes of humiliated silence.
“Mister President…”
“Shut the fuck up. You know I can’t just let an insult like this slide. The fact is, you’re going to have to stay mighty quiet in the short and long term for all the dirt I have on you to stay under wraps. Also, there’s one other thing.”
Tobin stood up and circled the desk to stand by Emanuel.
“Stand up.”
Emanuel tentatively got to his feet with a nervous glance at me before directing his attention to the man towering over him. President Tobin put one hand on Emanuel’s shoulder, smiled, and then punched him in the stomach as quick as lightning. Emanuel crumpled back to his seat, face the colour of a beetroot, wheezing for air.
“If your ass leaves that seat before I say it can, there will be major trouble, do you understand?”
Somehow through his pain and lack of air Emanuel managed to nod.
“Good.”
Tobin turned his attention to me and walked behind my chair, standing there for a moment. The next thing I knew he was whispering in my ear.
“You think you’re something pretty fucking special, don’t you?”
I didn’t dare respond, this was a man who had just essentially TKO’d a head of state, it behoved me to keep my silence. Tobin went on as if I had affirmed anyway.
“Well, I think we need to show your husband you’re not an ice princess all the time. Deep down you’re actually a bit of a slut. I see everything, that’s the secret to my success you know. I’ve seen you looking at me all day. I know what you want, I bet you’re wet already.”
My lips pursed together as I realised he was right, I was sopping wet. Power turned me on, and I knew then that they call the President of the United States the most powerful man in the world for a reason. I still had a built-in need to maintain control though, I was unwilling to give up anything to anyone. Even Adam Tobin.
That’s all well and good on an academic level of course, but the next thing I knew Adam had grabbed a huge handful of my long, pitch-black, luxurious hair and pulled me to my feet like I was a rag doll.
“You can’t…”
“I can. I am,” He said.
President Tobin pulled me around the desk until we were both facing my husband, who was still doubled over and looking at the floor as if he was going to be sick.
“Push those laptops to the side,” he said.
Without thinking, my body betrayed my prideful mind and I did as I was told. I picked up first one laptop, closing the lid and then the other, the whole time Tobin kept a hold of my hair like I was a dog on a leash. Magazines had interviewed me about how I kept it so sleek and beautiful, and here it was being used like reins, I couldn’t believe it.
At the same time, it was making me even hotter, Adam Tobin was one of those few who took whatever they wanted. You had to get out of their way if you didn’t want to lose everything. My husband, in fact nobody I’d ever met, was quite like that. I knew then that with a man like Adam I was going to have to give up my power if I wanted to keep any of it at all. He was in charge, and that’s just what I needed. He was correct, he saw right through me.
With nothing but clear space on the desk in front of me I wondered what Tobin’s next move would be. First he pulled my head back to speak to me again as he cupped my breast with his other hand.
“How big are your tits? What cup size?”
“E cup,” I glanced at Emanuel, who was struggling to look up.
“Sir.”
“What?”
“E cup, Sir. Say it,” He gave my breast a squeeze and my head a little shake by the hair.
“E cup, Sir,” I breathed out, almost sure I felt a dribble of my pussy juice running down my leg.
“Good girl, you learn quickly, don’t you? I’m not going to have to tell you twice again am I?”
“I learn quickly,” I said, then added “Sir.”
President Tobin released my breast and I was sure I heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being pulled down.
“I want you to tell your husband everything you feel. You will give him a running commentary, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I responded.
“Good, reach behind yourself and tell him what you find.”
With one hand I fumbled around behind my back until my fingers brushed against something that could only be a cock. A huge throbbing erection to be precise. I gasped and wrapped my fingers around it, marvelling at how my hand was only just big enough to accomplish the task. I stroked up and down the length a couple of times before I remembered what I was supposed to be doing.
“It’s his cock, Emanuel, his giant cock is in my hand.”
Emanuel appeared to be struggling to get up but Tobin warned him.
“Remember, you’ll be in a world of hurt if I can so much as slide a piece of fucking paper between your ass and that seat. Remember that.”
Emanuel was powerless to do anything against the much bigger man and stopped trying to stand, instead looking at me with a forlorn expression.
“Tell him what it feels like.”
“It feels… fantastic.”
“I know from the video that it’s bigger than his. How much bigger would you say?”
I stroked the entire length again, noting a slick bead of pre-cum had formed at the very tip, and tried to judge by feel alone.
“At least four times as big, I’d guess.”
“D
o you think you can take it all in your little royal pussy?”
“No!” Protested Emanuel.
“Yes… I think so,” I said.
“I think so too,” Tobin said “Why don’t you lean over the desk, princess?”
His use of the word ‘princess’ had angered me before but after deciding to submit to him it turned me on even more. There was no denying my juices were running down my legs now. I hadn’t worn any panties under my form fitting dress due to not wanting any panty-lines showing as well as the thrill that a strong man might come along at any moment and have free access to my pussy. As I bent over and felt my breasts squash against the expensive desk I knew that was exactly what was about to happen and the President of the United States was that strong man.
Tobin finally released my hair so he could use both hands to pull my dress up my legs. I felt the slippery material sliding up my calves, across the back of my knees and then my thighs. With that out of the way I was sure I could feel Adam’s heat radiating from him on to my bare skin but it was probably my imagination. His cock was still in my hand and as he bunched my dress up over my ass I pressed it into the soft and toned flesh of my ass cheek, feeling his slick pre-cum cool on my posterior.
“No underwear, princess? You are a little slut. Tell your husband why you aren’t wearing any panties.”
“So big strong men can fuck me more easily,” I said and then added, somewhat redundantly given the circumstances “But I’ve never cheated.”
“Tell him where you’re going to put my cock.”
I thought about it for a moment, there was only one right answer to that.
“Wherever President Tobin tells me to put it.”
“Well said, princess. It’s been too long since I fucked royalty, why don’t you guide it into your pussy and we’ll get this show on the road. Don’t forget to tell your husband what’s happening.”
I gulped and manoeuvred the huge erection until it was pointing at the entrance to my gushing slit, feeling the head pushing my lips to either side.
“Oh my god, Emanuel, it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever felt, I’m so wet for it. The head is stretching my pussy lips now, pushing them apart… I don’t know if it’s actually going to fit…”
I bit my bottom lip as I felt myself stretched to my limit, surely this was a weapon of mass destruction? With an almost audible ‘pop’ the ridge of his cock head passed the outer limits of my vagina and my labia clamped down on his shaft.
“Oh fuck… the head is in me now… so wet… I think I can take it. It feels so good, Emanuel, so much better than you.”
It was true, Emanuel was packing nothing in comparison to this monster invading my pristine pussy, it felt amazing. After being so wet for so long I was close to cumming and he wasn’t even buried to the hilt yet. If I was a betting girl, I’d have bet I was in for a hell of a night.
Steadily forward he pushed, unrelenting and uncaring about whether I could take it or not. If I wasn’t so aroused there wouldn’t have been any way I could admit a cock that size so quickly but Adam Tobin gets what he wants, and at that moment he wanted my slit.
“I think it’s going to touch my cervix soon… don’t know how much more there is to come! Emanuel, this is a fucking unbelievable cock!”
At that moment I felt Tobin’s pelvis come to rest on my ass and knew he was as deep as he could go, from that position anyway. I paused for a moment and closed my eyes, trying to think of what that cock would look like buried inside me, my labia wrapped around the base.
“It’s all the way in now… I love it.”
I felt President Tobin’s big hand reach around my waist and his fingers found my clit, first dragging some of my slick juices over it and then quickly rubbing back and forth across my most sensitive place. I gasped, I squeaked and then my breath came quicker and quicker until my orgasm hit me like a freight train.
“Oh fuuuuuuuck… I’m cumming on his cock… Emanuel… so good!”
Through nearly-closed eyes I glanced at Emanuel, still sitting in his seat. Unexpectedly, his little pecker was tenting the front of his pants… he was getting off on this too by the looks of things. I had no time to ponder that though, shutting my eyes I let the pleasure carry me away like a feather on the wind, moaning like a whore.
Eventually I floated back down to the desk and opened my eyes again. Tobin withdrew his cock until I felt the bumpy ridge of his head stretching my lips again and then slammed it home all the way. The whole desk shook and I yelped in pleasure. The President grabbed both of my hips and began fucking me like I’d wanted to be fucked all my life.
The entire desk continued to shake with each powerful thrust and I noticed the laptops slowly bumping and sliding towards the edge of the desk, I wondered if they would fall off, but it didn’t matter, we could all afford replacements I was sure. The important thing was the astounding cock repeatedly impaling me. I had to tell my husband about it.
“It’s the best fuck I’ve ever had, Emanuel… where have you been all my life, Adam?”
“Sir to you,” was all he said, but he didn’t sound angry anymore, my pussy had pacified him a little at least.
I surmised that Tobin didn’t want me to say ‘in, out, in, out, in, out’ as part of my running commentary, so I gave my voice a rest and allowed myself to just enjoy the jack hammering I was receiving. The steady slapping of his thighs on my ass echoed around the room and I felt my large breasts wobbling even though I was still wearing a bra.
I brought my hands to the sides of my ample chest, which was still pressed on to the dark wood of the President’s desk and managed to slip them underneath so I could vaguely rub at my sensitive nipples through the material. Adam noticed what I was doing and paused in his thrusts. To my surprise, I pouted. I hadn’t done that since I was a little girl.
“He stopped… I want him to keep fucking me,” I said, half to my husband and half to Adam.
I heard the President open a drawer and put something on top of the desk, then he pulled the straps of my dress down my arms, exposing the bra strap. He picked up whatever it was from the desk and the next thing I knew I felt cold metal on my back and gasped in surprise. A snipping sound rang out and I felt the support of my bra give way. He could have just undone the clasp… but he was in charge so I didn’t complain.
Tobin pulled me to a more upright position by my hair, though I was still bent over slightly, and pushed the straps of my dress and ruined bra off my arms so my breasts were free. They were large, but I was proud of how firm they were despite the size and thrust them out towards my husband proudly.
“I think that’s a better show for Mr. Nicolescu, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tobin replaced the scissors, or shears or whatever they had been back in the drawer and commenced pounding into me again, making me his royal fuck toy once more. Firm or not, the power of his thrusts made my chest jiggle and bounce in time with each welcome invasion into my depths. I braced myself on the desk with one hand and played with my nipples with the other, alternating between my two sensitive pink tips.
Without warning my second orgasm washed over me and I described my ecstasy as best I could to my husband, screaming out my pleasure and abandoning my nipples to use both hands for balance on the desk. I hoped the oval office was sound proof, or secret service agents would come flooding in thinking a murder was taking place. The thought prolonged my orgasm… would Tobin let them use me too?
I returned to the realm of reality and detected a noticeable swelling in the presidential fuck shaft. I squeezed it as best I could with my punished pussy muscles, trying to milk him for his powerful seed.
“He’s going to cum inside me, Emanuel, he’s going to fill my pussy full of his hot sperm.”
“Wrong.”
Tobin suddenly pulled his dick out, grabbed my hair again and forced me to my knees before guiding his cock towards my mouth and pushing on the back of my head. It was my first actual glimpse of his man
meat, and it was a fleeting one at that. The head quickly disappeared past my lips and I detected my own sweet nectar on my tongue, combined with the fleshy taste of cock. He didn’t stop there though, he pushed and pushed, the head hit the back of my throat and beyond with another popping sensation. I thanked whatever gods may be listening for those lessons at the expensive finishing schools that nobody ever talks about, which prepared me for this face fucking and allowed me to avoid gagging.
His cock was utterly soaked with natural lubricant and slid over my lips with ease until he was as buried in my throat as he had been in my pussy. My air supply was cut off while he began pumping my head back and forth on his erection with short movements that never pulled the tip of his cock back into my mouth.
I began to turn red but still he fucked my face until, at last, he groaned and I felt warm semen blasting directly down my throat into my hungry stomach. He came so much I thought I wouldn’t need to eat for a week but at last he was done and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. When his dick was clear of my lips he pushed my head just enough so I lost my balance and fell to my ass, with a small dribble of sperm, the only escapees from his entire massive load, visible from the corner of my mouth.
I collapsed to my back and gasped for air on the floor between the President’s desk and chair with my legs splayed open to his view, the view millions of men had pined for. At last I regained my breath and wondered what to do next.
“I swallowed all of his cum, Emanuel,” I said, simply.
“Most of it, anyway. You can leave now, Mr. Nicolescu, and let’s not have any fucking funny business about videos.”
I stood up and saw Emanuel had also regained his feet. He was sporting a noticeable wet patch at the front of his pants and I wondered at what point he had cum.
“Come on, Ana, let’s go,” he said.
I hesitated, looking from Emanuel to Adam and bit my lower lip again with indecision.
“Could I stay… Sir?”
President Tobin looked at me with those penetrating blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity before answering with a smile.
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