Yes, Mr President

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  I gasped aloud when I realized what he was doing, and I fought to control my breathing as he repeated the steps with my other hand, and then moved down to my feet, binding them also, spreading my legs into a vee.

  The lightheadedness returned, and I breathed deep as I heard the rustle of his clothing. My body twitched and quivered, as my lust hummed through me like a high-tension wire.

  The rustling stopped, and I felt the bed shift as he moved onto it. From the movements of the mattress, I could sense his weight between my spread legs, but he wasn’t touching me. Finally, I felt something graze lightly against my inner thigh, but then it was gone.

  The next sensation I felt was warm breath against my pubes as he spoke. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Oh god,” I moaned.

  “I asked you a question. Are you wet for me?”

  “Yessss. Please.”

  “Just for me?”

  “Just for you. Only you. Please.”

  I felt something soft and wet slide between my labia, worming into my folds and caressing my intimate flesh.

  “Uhhhhhhh!” I felt my stomach muscles ripple as the pleasure flowed through me.

  He continued to explore my delicate flesh, his tongue in my pussy the only point of contact between us. I groaned loudly again as it slid wetly over my stiff and extra-sensitive clit.

  “Ohhhhhh, oh, oh.”

  His tongue flicked lightly, as if he knew exactly what I needed, rolling and licking over the swollen nub. And then he moved downward, prying apart my labia to probe into my tight entrance, his breath hot and moist against my aroused pink flesh.

  “Ghhhhh!” I was breathing deeply now, taking in large lungsfuls of air as my body struggled to accept the overwhelming pleasure that was jolting through me. His tongue was insistent, darting and probing, seemingly touching me everywhere at once.

  My orgasm was on me before I could prepare myself, and I cried out loudly as the pleasure burst through me like an explosion. I groaned and whined, my body thrashing and convulsing within the limits of my restraints. Halfway through, he lifted his head and slid his tongue from me, allowing me to finish on my own.

  When all that was left was trembling aftershocks, I cooed out my satisfaction in a breathy moan. After a moment, I felt him moving again, up over top of me. With my sight gone, my other senses were enhanced, and I could feel the heat of his body, just inches from mine. I could also smell him, a masculine mixture of man and cologne. I inhaled deeply.

  He kissed me, and I tasted myself on him as his tongue probed my mouth. As our kiss continued, his weight settled down on me, and I felt the hard length of his cock press against my thigh.

  His hand moved behind my head, and I felt the knot in the scarf loosen, and then he pulled it off my head.

  I blinked and focused on his face. He was smiling softly down at me. Then I began to look around, taking in the room we were in. I slowly realized we weren’t in the President’s bedroom.

  Chapter 28

  The room was lit only by candles, and there must have been thirty of them spread around, sending dancing shadows off the walls and ceiling. It took me a moment to recognize it, but when I did, my heart leapt with joy. We were in the Lincoln Bedroom!

  “Surprise,” he whispered.

  I looked up at him. “It’s so beautiful.”

  “Yes, just like you.”

  He kissed me again, and I strained against my bonds, wanting to hold him in my embrace. As his weight pressed on me and our lips moved together, my desire began to rise again, coiling hotly in the pit of my stomach. I knew the moment was at hand, and I was only seconds away from something I had wanted for a long, long time. But the orgasm he had given me had removed all of my nervousness, and as I felt his sure touch on me, anticipation and desire were my only emotions.

  He kissed down over my jaw and onto my neck, and I tilted my head up to give him room. His lips trailed down my throat, then over the bump of my collarbone. I groaned softly as he kissed up the soft swell of my breast, teasing my tight nipple with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking it gently.

  “Ooooh,” I breathed. An urgent ache pulsed between my legs, and I pressed up against him as best I could, sending him an unspoken message. I cried out louder when I felt his teeth on my tender skin, nibbling at my erect nipple. Then he lifted his head slightly and blew a soft stream of air over my wet, swollen flesh, causing the tender bud to pucker tightly. My pussy twisted in response, squeezing hard, desperately needing to be filled.

  As he turned his attention to my other nipple, he shifted his hips, and I felt the head of his cock nuzzle at my yearning entrance. His teeth were on me again, and I raised my hips. The restraints were tight around my ankles as I pulled against them, straining my muscles in an attempt to take him inside of me. But I knew it was futile, and he would be the one to decide when he was going to slide his thickness into my tight warmth.

  Abandoning my nipple, he lifted his upper body slightly, his face hovering over mine.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  I lifted my eyes to look at his face, and he was staring down at me with an expression of contentment and desire. After pausing a moment, he flexed his hips, and I felt my entrance begin to spread around him.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned, and my eyelids fluttered and involuntarily closed from the pleasure.

  “Look at me,” he repeated, and I forced my eyes open, focusing on his face. Then he flexed again, and more of his thickness slid slickly into me, forcing my inner walls apart with his insistent hardness.

  “Yessss,” I hissed, watching the pleasure shimmer across his face. The thought that I was giving him just as much pleasure as he was giving me made me happy.

  He continued to press into me, slowly sliding through my virginal walls, spreading them for the first time. Then I felt it – a tugging sensation as something blocked his path. He pressed harder and I winced, more from anticipation of pain rather than actual.

  He leaned down and kissed me hard, his tongue forcing its way between my lips. At the same time he pressed harder into me, and I felt an insistent mix of pressure and pain as the barrier refused to yield. I whined into his mouth, convinced there was something wrong with me. He had to stop. This wasn’t going to work.

  Then, suddenly, with a sharp pop of pain, he was through. I cried out around his probing tongue as his cock resumed its journey, slowly penetrating my inner core with its solid intrusion.

  I was no longer lifting my hips to meet him. Instead, my heels dug into the mattress as I tried to pull away. It was just too much. My brain was on overload as he relentlessly bored into my tender sheath, mixing pain and pleasure as my walls unfamiliarly stretched around him.

  “No,” I groaned into his mouth, “Stop.”

  He responded to this by arching his back and using his strength to press harder, and I felt his invading thickness slide all the way in, betrayed by my own copious lubrication.

  I was packed completely full, and the feeling took my breath away. Shimmers of tight pleasure were interlaced with streaks of pain, and they combined to create a symphony of sensations that left my mind reeling.

  He held there inside of me, remaining still as my inner walls rippled involuntarily up and down his thick shaft. The pain was fading, seeping away like disappearing ink, and I was able to form coherent thoughts once again. My heart soared as I realized I had a man inside of me for the first time, and my joy was doubled when I thought about the special man who was between my legs.

  He must have sensed the change, because he broke our kiss and lifted his head, staring down at me in half-lidded lust.

  “You are incredible,” he whispered.

  I smiled and once again pressed my hips upward, feeling my inner labia grip tightly around his base, and loving the way his cock head nudged against something deep inside of me.

  He held another moment, and then began to withdraw. I whimpered as I felt him slickly sliding out of me, my walls
attempting to keep him inside, and then squeezing together as he slipped from their grasp. The sensation was delicious, and I groaned as the pleasure flowed through me.

  Then he reached the end, and only his swollen head remained inside me, my lips nibbling at his tip. I felt empty, my inner muscles twitching and grasping, needing him back inside. And then he was, sliding into me again, this time without pause, filling me completely in one smooth, urgent thrust.

  “Ohhhhh,” I groaned, “Yesss. So good.”

  He began his rhythm, moving over me as his cock filled and withdrew, filled and withdrew, over and over as my clasping pussy welcomed him inside.

  It was like nothing I had imagined. The physical pleasure combined with the closeness I felt to this man, created emotions in me I didn’t know existed until now. The sweet mixture of receiving pleasure while giving it at the same time, had never been this intense. As we stared at each other, we could both see the ecstasy we were sharing on each other’s faces.

  He moved up to his knees, pausing his thrusts for a moment to reach behind him. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until I felt the restraints on my ankles give way, first one and then the other, and my legs were free.

  Immediately, I moved them up around him, gripping his waist between my inner thighs as my feet rested on his backside. This caused my hips to tilt upwards, changing the angle of our coupling, allowing him to slide inside of me just a little bit more. We both sighed.

  Next, he freed my hands, and then resumed his slow, urgent thrusting as my arms curled up around his shoulders. Finally, I was able to hold him in my embrace.

  Our bodies now worked together, my legs tightening each time he stroked into me, raising my hips to meet him, skewering my pussy onto his jutting root. Our breaths became ragged as our passion increased, and he picked up his pace, driving his cock into me, allowing me to feel the power of his lean body. My breasts quivered with each impact of his hips against my upturned thighs, and I pulled him down to kiss me, softly groaning into his mouth in time with his thrusts.

  I traced my fingernails down his back, following the line and curve of his spine up onto his ass, gripping his cheeks in my hands. He groaned from the sensation, and increased his pace once again.

  We moved together as one, giving and receiving, driving our passion higher. His cock was relentless, pounding into my hot clasping depths again and again, pinioning me to the bed, causing that coil of pleasure to tighten in my stomach, like the winding of a clock spring.

  Our breaths were hot and harsh now, mine against his shoulder and his against my ear. We clung to each other as our climaxes hurtled towards us. Our cries and groans of pleasure filled the quiet room, accompanied by the sound of our bodies slapping softly together.

  The pleasure inside of me began to condense into a ball, tighter and tighter as his cock churned into my swollen, tender core. I groaned loudly each time he sank deep, until they merged into one long, loud cry as I went over the edge.

  My orgasm exploded in a white-hot burst, sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me. I babbled incoherently as my body convulsed and jerked beneath him. My pussy pulsed hotly around his thrusting shaft, squeezing him like a vise in its velvety grip.

  This sent him over, and with an animal-like growl, he arched his back and drove deep, holding his cock inside of me as his climax began. I felt it jerk hard in my embrace, followed by a spreading warmth deep in within me. The knowledge that this was his seed in me sent me careening into a second orgasm, clinging to his body as I spasmed and writhed in pleasure.

  We drifted away together, floating on the bliss that we had created. I closed my eyes and held tightly to him, catching my breath as the waves of pleasure ebbed down to quiet shudders. He remained inside of me, his pulsing cock impaling me until it finally dribbled its last and began to soften.

  And still we held each other, as if we didn’t want this moment to end. I knew that we had much more pleasure to share, but this first time between us would always be special.

  Finally, he lifted his head and looked down at me. I opened my eyes, and when I saw his tender expression I smiled softly up at him.

  “Mmm, that was fantastic,” I said.

  “You are amazing.”

  I smiled wide. “Thank you for that. For making it special.”

  He smiled. “You’re welcome. And thank you for sharing that with me.”

  He leaned down and we kissed, soft and gentle this time.

  We lay there talking for a long time, sharing secrets about ourselves as our bodies recovered. When I reached down and felt his hardness, I pushed him onto his back and moved down to take him into my mouth.

  After a few minutes, I moved up over him, straddling his waist and taking him in my hand, guiding him to my entrance. We both groaned loudly as I slid tightly down over him, feeling his hard thickness stretching me once again.

  I started out gently, resting my hands on his chest as my hips slowly rose and fell. His hands cupped my breasts as we watched each other’s pleasure grow. At the end, all gentleness was gone, as I slammed my hips down on him over and over, causing him to groan and lift his hips, shoving deep as he filled me with hot, urgent spurts, causing me to join him in ecstasy, clawing his skin with my fingernails as the storm of my climax raged within me.

  We slept after that, spooned against each other with his arm around my waist and his warm breath in my hair. Sometime in the night I awoke to find us in the same position, but now his cock was inside of me, slowly stroking in and out as his hand reached down between my legs, rolling his finger over my clit. I came first, my orgasm a gentle series of comforting waves through my half-asleep brain. Then he followed, pressing tightly to me as he sucked on the skin of my neck, his body straining as his cock pulsed warmly inside me.

  When I awoke in the morning, light filtered through the closed drapes, and it took me only a second to remember where I was. Scattered about the room on tables and shelves where half-burned candles in holders. There were also several vases of roses I hadn’t noticed last night. As my senses returned, I realized I couldn’t feel his touch on me, and I wondered if he had gotten up already.

  I turned over, and smiled when I saw him lying next to me, his head propped on his hand as he watched me.

  “Good morning, Sarah.”

  “Good morning, Mr. President.”

  He placed a finger on my lips. “Max.”

  I smiled. “I’m not sure I can call you that.”

  This caused him to smile also. “Try it.”

  “Max,” I said, but the word sounded strange on my lips.

  “Again.”

  “Max.” I grinned.

  “Use it in a sentence.”

  I giggled. “Max, you were incredible last night.”

  “You were too, Sarah.”

  “You were right. You made it special for me.”

  He kissed me and I melted into his embrace, and we made love again. Afterwards, we went down the hall to his bedroom and took a shower together. To my amazement, he got hard again, so I knelt on the floor of the shower stall and took him into my mouth, bobbing my head and caressing him with my lips and tongue until he filled me with his delicious cream.

  I didn’t leave the White House until eight o’clock that evening. We spent the day sharing meals and talking, and occasionally moving to the bed – his bed this time – when our passions arose. It was like a day out of my fantasies, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

  Of course, I couldn’t say the same about what happened a few weeks later.

  Chapter 29

  When I arrived at work on Monday morning, April was sitting at her desk with a look of anticipation on her face. We were alone, so she came over and sat on my desk.

  “Well?” she said.

  I smiled.

  “You did it?”

  I nodded. “It was wonderful.”

  “Tell me everything!”

  “I can’t.”

  “Come on! I he
lped you pick out your clothes.”

  “Sorry.”

  She pouted. “How about if I ask you some questions, and you answer them if you can?”

  “Okay.”

  “Did you two have dinner first?”

  “Yes.”

  “Were there flowers involved?”

  “There were definitely flowers.”

  “Was he gentle with you?”

  “Very.”

  “Was he rough with you when you wanted him to be?”

  “Yes.”

  She sighed. “I’m officially jealous. How many times did you do it?”

  I tried to mentally do the math.

  “Oh my god!” she said, “You have to add them up?”

  I grinned.

  “So, what was his name again?”

  “Nice try.”

  “Was it President Remington?”

  I stared at her. She began giggling. “Sorry about that. As if that could ever happen.”

  “You shouldn’t even joke about that,” I said. “That’s how rumors get started.”

  “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Hey, is it that fat guy who works in Homeland Security?”

  I grinned at her. “I think we’re done here.”

  Although I wanted to see him earlier, I had no official business with the President until my usual letter drop-off. And even though I waited until five-thirty to take them in, he wasn’t alone. He and Senator Quinn were sitting at the small table in the center of the room, talking quietly.

  I went to the desk without interrupting them, set the stack of letters down, and headed for the door.

  “Thank you, Miss Hayes,” the President said.

  I stopped and turned. “You’re welcome, sir.”

  The Senator spoke up. “Sarah, I understand you’re from my home state of California.”

  I smiled. “Yes. San Jose. And I’m currently going to Stanford.”

  “Excellent. I spoke at their commencement two years ago.”

  “I remember. I was there. I thought it was a wonderful speech. I especially liked when you talked about growing up poor, and how you had to fight to overcome a lot of odds to get where you are today.”