Yes, Mr President

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “But that can wait until we’re in the hotel. I want you to anticipate it.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He reached out and placed his fingers under my chin, lifting my face to his. “Are you hungry?”

  “No.”

  “Lunch will be served in a few hours. I’ll be back before that. I have to go meet with Senator Quinn.”

  “She’s on the trip?”

  He gave me a stern look. “Sarah.”

  “No, it’s not that. But if she sees me she’s going to know something’s going on.”

  He smiled slightly. “Then I suggest you don’t let her see you.”

  The President left me alone again, and I pulled out a booklet of French phrases I had in my purse, figuring they might come in handy when I was out in Paris on my own. I practiced them aloud, and knew I sounded pretty bad.

  I was in the middle of practicing “Where is the bathroom?” in French, when a tap came on the door, followed by a, “Miss Hayes?”

  I recognized the voice, and got up and opened the door. I was right, it was Chief Luger. He entered and I closed the door behind him.

  “Hi, Chief,” I said.

  “Hello, Miss Hayes. I just wanted to go over the procedure when we land.”

  “Okay.”

  “You’ll remain in here until everyone else deplanes and is driven away. One of my men will remain behind, and then come and get you when it’s clear. He’ll drive you to the hotel, where you’ll be staying in the suite next door to the President. You two will have the entire top floor to yourselves, and the rest of the entourage will be staying on the floor below. There’s a private elevator to the top floor, and I suggest you use it exclusively.”

  “Thank you, Chief.”

  He paused and took a breath, and looked apologetic. “I’m sorry it has to be like this. I apologize that you’re being treated this way, like you’re a secret.”

  “It’s okay, I understand.”

  “I know you understand, but it still doesn’t seem right to me. I have a daughter who’s close to your age, and I wouldn’t be happy with her being treated like this.”

  I smiled. “He told me what you said.”

  “What did I say?”

  “That you would let someone shoot him if he hurt me.”

  A slight smile curled his lips. “Just make sure that doesn’t get any further. I could lose my job.”

  I laughed. “It’s safe with me.” Then my smile disappeared. “Is he going to be in danger on this trip?”

  He shook his head. “Actually, he may be safer. We’ve been assuming that the Raven has been focusing on D.C., and since this trip hasn’t been announced, there would be no advance time to make preparations. It would be more likely he would remain in Washington and wait for the President to return.”

  “I really hate to think about this.” I could feel the tears welling in my eyes.

  “Hey, it’s going to be fine.” He stepped close and pulled me in for a hug. “I meant to scare you the other day, and I probably did too good of a job.”

  “Yeah, you did.”

  “He has the best protecting him. We’ll get this guy.” He stepped back and held my shoulders. “Just remember, keep him in his room, okay?”

  I grinned. “I’ll do my best.”

  He smiled and winked at me. “I’m sure you will. Once again, you need anything, you get hold of me, is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter 33

  After Chief Luger left, I went back to practicing my French, but five minutes later the President came in. He sat down on the couch beside me, and rubbed his eyes.

  “Sorry it took so long,” he said, “but that woman is exhausting. She prefers to use five words when one will do. I’ll be glad when this accord is signed.”

  “You look tired already, and we haven’t even got to France yet.”

  “I’ll be fine. You ready to have lunch? We’ll eat together in here.”

  “Not yet.”

  “You’re not hungry?”

  “I was thinking we could do something else first.”

  “Something else?”

  “Yes. Since I still owe you one.” I smiled.

  It took him a second, but he smiled back. “Now?”

  “It’s perfect. You need to be rejuvenated, and I need you.” I moved up over him and straddled his lap, leaning in to bring my lips close to his. He met me the rest of the way and we kissed softly.

  My knee-length dress was bunched up on my thighs, and I pressed my panties against his crotch. He groaned softly and began to harden, his cock at an awkward angle in his pants. My tongue explored his mouth as I pressed down harder, grinding my clit along his solid length.

  He reached down between us and cupped my mound, pressing the smooth cloth into my slit. I moaned as he rolled the silky material over my clit, and my nipples hardened into swollen points beneath my blouse. I slid my fingers around his hard lump, gripping his cock through the expensive material of his pants. I could feel the ridge of his head, and played my thumb over it.

  Needing to taste him, I slid to the floor between his legs, kneeling as my fingers worked open his belt. Once that was undone, I quickly released the button and pulled down his zipper.

  He leaned back to give me room, and I pulled out the front of his boxers, causing his cock to become free and stand straight up. Pulling the boxers down, I gripped his thick base with my other hand and leaned my head into his lap.

  He groaned low in his throat as I took him into my mouth, sliding my lips down around his smooth, stretched-tight skin, enveloping him in my warmth. My tongue flicked over the sensitive tip, lapping at the leaking slit as my head bobbed, my lips pouting around his solid girth.

  Up and down I went, taking his cock deep to the back of my throat, and then back up, loving the feel of his swollen head lodged behind my lips. His fingers combed into my hair and held my head, but he allowed me to dictate the motion.

  I slid my hand down into his boxers and cupped his ballsack. As I gently caressed it, I enjoyed how his testicles slid together inside. He must have liked it too, because he groaned loudly as his cock jerked in my mouth.

  I sensed he was getting close, so I pulled his cock down at an angle and kept just the head in my mouth. Turning my eyes upward, I watched him gaze down at me. The only part of me moving now was my tongue, flicking against that sensitive spot at the tip. With every stroke of my tongue on his engorged flesh, I could see the resulting pleasure in his face.

  His full lips were parted slightly, and his eyes were open just enough to allow me to see their deep blue. He was inhaling deeply, moaning softly with each exhale, as my mouth held him in its suction and my tongue worked tirelessly.

  He was leaking profusely, the musky flavor coating my taste buds, and I knew it was a preview of what was about to happen. His thigh muscles were twitching, and his moans increasing in pitch. Just a few more seconds and he would give me what I needed.

  His eyes opened slightly wider and we shared a gaze of lust. Then his jaw clenched and his mouth opened wide, and I felt the base of his cock pulse in my grip. In the next moment he was filling my mouth with hot, hard spurts, as he fought to hold back his choking groans.

  I swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with his jetting seed. His fingers tightened involuntarily in my hair, and he lifted his hips slightly, as if trying to push deeper into me. I used my hand to hold him in place, keeping my tongue moving over his sensitive skin as his cum splashed against the roof of my mouth.

  Finally, he relaxed back down onto the couch, trying to catch his breath. My sucking turned gentle, and his final spurt weakly oozed onto my tongue. I licked him clean, causing him to shudder each time my tongue touched a sensitive spot. Using my hand at his root, I milked upwards, enjoying a final taste of him as it weakly flowed from the tip.

  I slid my mouth from him and leaned back. My lips spread into a smile as I saw his contented expression. His head was leaning against the back of t
he couch, and all visible signs of tenseness were gone. His chest was rising and falling slowly, but still taking deep breaths.

  He blinked. “Damn. That was just what I needed.”

  I grinned.

  He crooked his finger at me. “Come up here.”

  I climbed onto his lap again, and he pulled me in for a kiss. He held me to him as our lips moved gently against each other.

  After a minute, he broke the kiss and pulled back. “Thank you, Sarah.”

  “You’re welcome, Max.”

  He smiled at my use of his name. “It’s beginning to sound more natural.”

  “Good. Now I’m hungry.”

  He chuckled. “I’ll call to have it brought in.”

  Several minutes later, we were sitting at the small table finishing our lunch.

  “Aren’t they going to miss you out there?” I asked.

  “I told them I was going to take a nap. Said I’d be back in a few hours.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “A few hours, huh?”

  “Yes.”

  “I guess we have some time left then.”

  “I guess we do.”

  “What do you feel like doing?”

  He looked at me a long moment. “Put down your fork.”

  I did as he commanded.

  “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”

  I stood from the table and moved to the bed, kneeling up on it and then resting my hands on the bottom of the window. I could feel the wet desire pulsing through me, preparing my body for what was about to happen.

  I heard him move behind me, and then my skirt was lifted and laid on my back. I felt the cool air of the room on my thighs and ass cheeks. He wasted no time in pulling my panties to the side, exposing me to his gaze. His hand rested on my cheek as his thumb played along my slit. I groaned out my approval as I coated his thumb with my lubrication.

  His hand left me momentarily as he undid his pants, and then I felt something soft and round nudging into my entrance.

  “Yessss,” I cried.

  He gripped my ass and held me in place as he pressed his hips forward. I let out a long moan as his thick cock slid slowly into me, spreading my tightness in delicious increments. My honey painted his skin as it slid through my tight pussy, making his passage easier.

  “Uhhhh,” I groaned as I felt him nearing full insertion, the thick base of his cock spreading me even wider as he slid home, packing me completely full with his swollen hardness.

  “Oh god,” I moaned, “So good, baby. That’s it.”

  He tightened his grip on my ass and pressed harder, nudging that extra little bit into me. I could feel the hair of his balls tickling my mound as his cockhead lodged into my deepest nook.

  Then he began thrusting, pulling back, almost withdrawing completely before stroking back in, our inflamed flesh sliding against each other with the assistance of my slick fluids. My pussy gripped him in ecstatic delirium, and I realized how much I had missed this joyous sensation of being completely filled with him.

  I stared out the window at passing clouds and ocean, but my eyes were unseeing as my lover filled my tight core again and again. Everything else disappeared except for the pleasure we were sharing, and the exquisite sensation of being stretched wide by his invading cock.

  I lost track of time as our bodies moved in symphony, my pleasure driven incessantly upward by his relentless thrusting. At one point an orgasm burst through me like a wildfire, burning across my synapses in uncontrolled bliss. I cried out as my face contorted into a grimace of pleasure, feeling my inner walls spasm and squeeze his pistoning shaft.

  He picked up his pace, slamming his hips against my ass as he drove deep, punishing my tender pussy, using me for his pleasure. But as he groaned loudly and thrust one last time, holding his spurting cock deep, I came again, biting my lower lip to prevent myself from announcing my ecstasy to everyone on board.

  We held there as our climaxes raged, then collapsed together down onto the bed, where he held me in his arms as we drifted off to sleep.

  When I awoke he was gone, and I was covered with the blanket. I checked the clock and saw we only had a half hour until we landed. After freshening up in the small lavatory, I rested on the couch, reliving our encounters in my mind.

  He came in just before we landed, kissed me, and said he would see me at the hotel. I held him tightly, kissing his jaw and neck to show my appreciation for the pleasure he had given me.

  Chapter 34

  Everything went according to plan, and an hour after we landed I found myself in my hotel suite. After unpacking my meager amount of clothes and hanging them in the walk-in closet, I took a shower and changed into my pajamas.

  I looked through the suite, noting the complete kitchen and laundry room. I was used to normal hotel rooms, not having five rooms to decide between.

  There was one set of double doors I couldn’t open, and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. I smiled when I realized it was the door to the President’s suite, and once he got to his room we could open them and share one big suite.

  I went back to my bedroom and lay on the bed, trying to make sense of French television. I pulled out my phrase book, but after a few minutes I decided it was useless, and tossed it onto a chair.

  Picking up the remote, I flipped through the channels and discovered a set of English channels, grouped together. CNN and the Disney Channel, plus a few movies. I settled on a movie, intending on watching it until the President arrived. But I drifted off to sleep after a few minutes.

  I awoke to someone kissing me, and it took me a moment to get my bearings. I recognized the President’s cologne and returned his kiss, meeting his tongue with mine. After a minute he lifted his head and smiled down at me. I realized he was naked and fresh from the shower.

  “Hello, Sarah.”

  “Hi, Max. What time is it?”

  “Around midnight. But our bodies think it’s six in the afternoon.”

  I smiled. “That isn’t what my body is thinking.”

  “So what is it thinking?”

  “It’s thinking it’s been too long since you’ve been inside it.”

  He grinned and slid his hand up under my pajama top, cupping my breast.

  When he entered me, he was on his haunches between my legs, pressing my knees back and opening me wide. He rolled his hips in a slow, easy rhythm, easing his way inside until his balls rested in the cleft of my ass. His hands then moved up to my ankles, holding my legs wide as he began to fuck me in earnest, his eyes glazing over in lust as he looked down between us and watched our union.

  Several minutes later, I came first, crying out my pleasure as I writhed beneath him. When I recovered and opened my eyes, I saw that he was watching me. Smiling softly, I held my breast in my hand and pulled it up. Keeping my eyes on his, I lifted my head and leaned down, capturing my nipple in my mouth, sucking it softly.

  His reaction was immediate. His eyes went from half-open to wide, and he groaned loudly as he thrust deep and came, his thick cock pulsing hot and hard inside my slick, tight grasp.

  He ordered a light snack for us from room service, and we moved to his bed to enjoy it and watch some television. As we finished, I looked at the clock.

  “It’s almost two in the morning and I’m not tired.”

  “Same here. But I know something that will make us sleepy.”

  We began with me on top, easing tightly down over his cock and then moving slowly on him. He was content to allow me to set the pace, holding my breasts and playing with my nipples as I rode him. We were in no hurry, and when I finally came he pinched my nipples hard, sending my pleasure even higher.

  He then rolled us over and began to fuck me hard, pounding my body with strong thrusts. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on, loving how he was using my body for his pleasure. His breath was hot and harsh against my ear as his weight pinned me against the soft mattress. When he cried out and came, I held him and focused on the sensat
ion of him filling me with his seed, feeling his warmth spreading through my loins.

  His plan worked, and we both fell asleep, him on his back and me resting against his side with my head on his shoulder. His arm curled around me and his hand rested on my hip, and I felt safe and secure in his embrace.

  When I awoke in the morning, I rolled over to discover the bed beside me was empty. When I sat up, I heard the shower running, and then turn off. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

  He came out a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel. When he saw me he smiled.

  “What are you doing up so early?” he asked. “It’s still two in the morning back in D.C.. Get some more sleep.”

  “I wanted to give you a present before you left.”

  “A present? For what?’

  “Our anniversary.”

  He looked puzzled for a moment, and then his face lit up into a smile. “Our one-week anniversary. Sorry, but I didn’t get you a card.”

  I giggled and hooked my finger at him. “Come over here.”

  His eyes twinkled as he moved to stand in front of me beside the bed. I reached out and tugged his towel open, letting it fall to the floor. His cock was already half hard, pointing at me in a droopy arc.

  I took him into my mouth and it quickly rose to full stiffness, thick and solid in a slight upward arch. Despite our late-night love making, he came quickly, spurting into my mouth only a few minutes after I began.

  I licked him clean and then watched as he pulled on a pair of boxers, his softening cock still forming a prominent bulge at the front.

  “What time will you be back?” I asked.

  “After the meeting I have to attend a state dinner with President Hollande, but I’ll be back here by ten.”

  “Okay.”

  “And Sarah?”

  “Yes?”

  “When I get back we’ll deal with your punishment.”

  My nipples hardened from his words. “Yes, sir.”