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.