Nat’s Story
Madame President

Nat and the president of the United States had immediately felt comfortable with each other. They had opened a bottle of champagne and were sitting on the couch in the suite’s sitting room. The president, far from the assertive woman usually seen on television, was sitting with feet under her and genuinely seemed to be enjoying herself as opposed to some of his clients who merely seemed to be going through the motions prior to getting some cock.

“I think it’s funny you’re serving me honorably in our Navy,” President Meg said. She poured more champagne. “So how did you get here, Nat? What were the logistics?”

“Well, I got a text last month, then Stacy came out and met me, then I got a letter, sent from somewhere down south, to be at a hotel bar at a certain and then someone with a password would meet me there. I had to provide a password, too.”

“You had sex with Stacy, too. She babbled like a school girl. Said she field tested you for me.”

Nat smiled.

“Stacy is a good girl. She needed the attention.”

“You could tell?”

“I’m very good at what I do, ma’am.”

“You didn’t bill the taxpayers, did you?” President Meg put a hand to her mouth and laughed at her own line.

Nat got up, took President Meg’s hand and walked her to the large window, which offered a sweeping view of the Las Vegas Strip. Meg leaned back into Nat.

“How many people know I’m here?” Nat asked.

“You specifically? Just Clark and Stacy. A couple in my Secret Service detail know why I’m here, though.”

Nat’s hands moved around Madam President’s stomach and he leaned in and moved his mouth near one of Madam President’s ears. Meg closed her eyes and purred gently. Nat’s chest was strong and his hands firm. In time she turned around, set both champagne glasses aside, and put her arms around Nat’s neck.

Their first kiss included tongue and Nat licking her lips, a favor Meg returned.

“I haven’t been kissed like that in years, young man.”

“You’re a beautiful woman. Beautiful women are worth kissing like that.”

Nat reached down and caressed one of her breasts through her blouse, then looked in her eyes.

They made out some more before Meg reached down and grabbed Nat’s crotch and worked her hand a bit.

“Good God, that’s enormous. That’s five grand worth of hard-on right there.”

“How would you know, Madam President? You haven’t seen it yet.”

The President took care of that. She got on her knees and undid his belt and took off his pants with the same ferocity a parent might have used to free a child from bondage. When Nat’s cock was freed from its shackles, Meg started sucking on it.

“Good…good…that is good Madam President. This wasn’t going to suck itself.”

“Crap, I haven’t seen a dick like this since I was, well, a lot younger. You are fucking huge, boy.”

Meg stopped sucking Nat’s dick after a while. She stood up.

“I’m not here to give head, young man,” she said taking Nat’s hand and leading him back to the couch. “I’m here to have you fuck me. As your commander-in-chief I have orders for you. You will, of course, execute these orders to the best of your ability.”

Nat smiled and saluted.

“Take off the rest of your clothes.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Meg looked Nat’s chiseled body over from head to toe.

“Good God…” she muttered, almost to herself. Nat reached out tenderly stroked her cheek.

“Sit down, sailor boy.”

President Meg began to undress. When she was done she straddled Nat’s lap. She put one arm around Nat’s neck, kissed him wetly and almost lovingly, then put two fingers in her pussy, worked them a bit, then took them out and put both fingers in Nat’s mouth.

“Taste your commander-in-chief young man.”

Nat complied.

 “As a sailor in this woman’s Navy, you are duty bound to obey the orders of your superior officers, aren’t you?”

Nat smiled. It was a boyish smile that almost made Meg come right there.

“Yes, ma’am, I carry out my orders to the best of my ability.”

“Do you have the right tool for this job, sailor?”

 “I believe I do, ma’am. I brought a cock, erect, one each with me.”

One each was Navy supply department jargon for a unit an item comes in. Other examples are one box, one dozen, et al.

“Good. Before I issue orders, I want you, in your role as a member of the Hospital Corps of our great Navy to ensure, clinically, that I am, in fact, ready to be fucked.”

Nat nodded seriously, acknowledged his order, and put two fingers inside the president of the United States’ pussy.

“Ummm….ummm…yes, yes, that is certainly a wet pussy…”

Nat’s tone was clinical, as if he were reviewing some x-rays.

“…a very wet pussy…”

“That’s your professional opinion? As a member of the Hospital Corps of the United States Navy, I mean?”

Nat reached down for a second opinion, then took two wet fingers and traced the outline of Meg’s mouth with it. Then he licked it off.

“…certainly a pussy ready for some young cock to fuck it.”

“Then that is your professional diagnosis, Hospital Corpsman Nat?”

Nat pursed his lips thoughtfully, though he was also stifling a laugh.

“Yes, Madam President. My professional opinion is you have scandalously hot, dripping wet pussy that is ready for fucking.”

“Then get to work, sailor boy. Do your duty.”

To make it easier for Nat to comply with his order, Meg lowered her wet, soft pussy on Nat’s cock. Meg put her other arm around Nat’s neck and kissed him deeply.

“My sweet, sweet boy…”

Nat laughed to himself. This line must be issued to all women when they hit 50 because virtually every older woman he serviced said it.

Meg started slow, riding Nat rather deliberately, with Nat barely thrusting.

“Oh, fuck, Nat. I haven’t had this since I was a junior Senator…”

“Madam President, may I breach protocol and call you a filthy name?”

“God yes…God YES!”

Nat grabbed some hair and pushed Madam President’s face into the side of his neck. His mouth was next to Madam President’s ear.

“Fuck your sailor, bitch…”

Meg moaned.

“More, Nat….Call me more names.”

Nat followed his orders, further violating military courtesy by calling his commander-in-chief the filthiest, nastiest things he could think of. Meg’s moans became feverish, she started riding Nat faster and Nat started thrusting harder. Nat was very adept at controlling when he came and Meg as in the saddle for a good 20 minutes before Nat announced he was ready to come.

“Where do you want it, Ma’am?”

“Inside…Go…Now…Fuck your commander-in-chief.”

Hospital Corpsman Nat followed his orders.

 

They snuggled on the couch for a while, Meg lying on top of Nat, stroking his chest. Nat’s blood pressure was three over two; Meg had drained him; the president of the United States was one hell of a lay.

She got up, spent some time in the bathroom, returned. She stood over him with her hands on her hips.

“I have your next order, Nat.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I want you to eat me out. Not here, though. Take me to bed.”

Nat stood up and Nat swept Meg up in his arms, carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. He smiled at her, moved on top of the president of the United States, and kissed her tenderly.

“Very, very beautiful, Meg…”

Nat grabbed Meg by the ankles, pulled her to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor. He kissed her thighs a couple of times before getting to work.

Fucking, sure, was his stock-in-trade, but being an amiable companion and licking pussy were important, too. Nat started slowly and tenderly, alternating between licking Meg’s pussy and fingering it. Meg came when he made a come here motion with an index finger against the top of her pussy and he had made her come a couple of more times licking her when the suites phone rang. Nat looked up from the pussy he was eating, but, lacking orders to the contrary, continued to eat Meg out, though he could see Meg’s head raise from the pillow between the presidential tits.

“Shit! I have to get that.” She reached out a yanked the phone from its cradle. “I’m getting eaten out and the goddamn phone rings.” She said this almost to herself.

“What!!!…”

Thinking she’d want to focus on her phone call, Nat stopped eating Meg.

“No, don’t stop…”

“…no, I wasn’t talking to you…”

 “…I left instructions not to be disturbed…”

Meg looked at Nat.

“…I can’t believe this. I’m getting eaten out and I get a phone call for a fucking intel briefing.”

“…no, I said I wasn’t talking to you…”

“…you bothered the first decent lay I’ve had in 20 years for this!…”

Meg, propped up on an elbow, moved the phone and looked at Nat.

“They’re bothering us for the latest goddamned intel report.”

Nat was still eating pussy.

“Um-um. That’s nice. Latest intel report.”

“Evidently some Africans are uprising.”

“They should,” Nat said. “I’ve been there. The conditions are appalling.”

Still eating out the president of the United States, Nat extended and arm and made a motion indicating Meg should give him the phone. Meg maneuvered a bit and handed Nat the phone.

Nat still had his face between Meg’s legs.

“Hi, my name is Nat, who might I be speaking with?”

Nat listened.

“Hi Nadine. Look, I’m eating the president out right now…Uh, what’s that?…Yes, you heard right. I am performing a sex act on the president of the United States right this very minute…”

Meg burst out laughing, almost kneeing Nat in the head.

“…right, eating her out. Earlier she banged me like a gong. We’ll be counting on your continued discretion in this matter. We really do not wish to be interrupted unless the missiles are flying in. Do you need to hear this directly from the president, or are my instructions sufficient?”

Nat continued to listen before nodding.

“Good. To review, the president is getting some and is not to be disturbed unless the missiles are coming in. Do you understand this order, and are you able and willing to carry it out?

The young lady on the other end said she was.

“Good! Now take care no one else uses this phone. Stand guard over it. Do whatever it takes to keep everybody away. Kill if you have to.”

Nat gave the phone back Meg, who put it back on the cradle. Then she resumed her position on her back, ready to resume pussy licking operations.

“You’d be surprised how many dolts there are on a presidential staff, Nat.”

Nat smiled.

“I’m in the Navy. No, I wouldn’t.”

 

“I wonder if I’m the first president to suck off a sailor currently in service?”

“I certainly hope so,” Nat said.

The president, freshly and ably fucked and eaten out, was showing her gratitude to her young lover by sucking him off. It was a treat, too, because opportunities for women her age to suck young, hard cock like this were few. They were still in bed, with Nat lying contentedly on his back. He was content not only because he was a sailor getting a blow job, but because as a sailor he had followed the orders of his commander-in-chief.

 Meg was taking a very leisurely approach to sucking Nat off, and, in fact, they were still chatting

“So how’d you end up taking money for sex, Nat?”

“Just out of boot camp a lady about your age picked me up. Bought me drinks and took me to bed. When I left she gave me five hundred dollars. There were some referrals and it snowballed.”

“How much do you clear in a year?”

“It varies, depending how much I’m at sea. Last year was pretty low at a hundred and eighty thousand.”

“That’s a lot of fucking.”

“Not really. I charge a lot more usually. You’re getting the government rate.”

Meg laughed.

“Well, as the small business president, I commend you. A-plus. You identified a market and penetrated it, rather well, too. Lord knows there’s no shortage of rich women who need cock. You might be entitled to some tax breaks or something.”

Madam President then got back down to business. She had a cock she wanted to finish sucking and a speech to give some group or another later that evening. Nat came and she left to resume being president of the United States.

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