Power, the one generating force that is all inclusive. With power, the accumulation of
dreams is endless. As I was a young man, I recognized the power of politics and the
stronghold of persuasive politicians on the public. The almost god like ability to do no
wrong, as long as the voice of the people stood behind the powerful political machine. I
married my current wife, not for her good looks or her ability in bed, but her ability to
attribute to the power behind my political machine. I perversely daydreamed of the day
that the power of the people was within my grasp and within my power to wield.

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With hard work and empty promises, which I did keep those I could keep, my dream of the
ultimate power came true. I was elected President. With my election came all the duties
and responsibilities of my office. I was under the false impression that my wife would
respond with my increased power and come to life in my bedroom. But sadly my dream of
sexual domination over my wife did not occur. In fact, the opposite occurred. My wife
dominated our bedroom. She laid like a cold iceberg beside my warm body, permeating her
greedy desire for my office. Continually, I reminded her that I was elected President by
the people and for the people. No where listed on my office door was her name as
President.

I was unable to release the daily stress of my numerous responsibilities with a good
earth shaking orgasm. Therefore, I found my eyes wondering. First I watched my secretary
for hours on end as she moved back and forth through my office. Though my secretary was
considerably older than myself and reminded me of my mother, she was always warm and
tender. Frequently as I watched her, I would undress her prim figure with my eyes,
imagining myself running my fingers through her thinning mound of graying pubic hair. Any
pubic hair, at this point in my poor sexual existence, was appreciated. I could imagine
her sagging breasts growing hard as I asked her to unzip my pants and pull out my bonker.
I could feel her rough hands, pull and tug at my well endowed manhood sliding it deep in
her mouth. My daydreams were not cheating, in no way what so ever. Oral sex is not sex at
all. It is simply a fulfillment of my Presidential desires. Besides, I only dreamed of
having my aging secretary put her two lips on my pulsing organ and reaching down to play
with her inviting breasts.

I was invited one afternoon to have tea with several women representing a popular
organization. One of these women introduced herself as Magen, the President of the
organization. She was wearing a well tailored Teal suit with matching pumps, similar to
the outfits my wife generally wears. Magen’s suit was slightly different. Under her
blazer she was wearing a matching lacy Teal bra that accented her 36C breasts. Magen had
fair skin that simmered with sunshine and the brightest blue eyes. Magen was proud of her
well endowed figure and her hourglass waist, as she seductively bent down in front of me.
I could not help but look down the front of her bra and enjoy her well rounded breasts. I
knew that my meer look had its desired effect when her hard tits pressed against the light
fabric of her blazer.

After the tea, Magen insisted on continuing our conversation at my office. Behind my
desk I have a large leather “Presidential” chair. During my conversation with
Magen, I conveniently allowed one of my sexual fantasies to slip. Magen was willing to
oblige, experiencing herself the same sexual frustrations of a cold partner. Magen easily
slipped under my large desk as I maneuvered my chair underneath. As she unzipped my pants
and removed my hard member, I started to work on some of the endless piles of paper
littering my desk, just in case we were disturbed. Magen removed her blazer while under my
desk and I slipped my hand over her soft bare breast. To feel a firm women’s breast
was an unbounded joy. Immediately my hard member pulsed with renewed life. Feeling all
powerful, I encouraged Magen to slip her mouth around my large penis and suck my juices.
She expertly moved my penis rhythmically in and out of her mouth as I came closer to an
orgasm. Occasionally, she would slip my penis out of her mouth and suck my balls. I wanted
to ride the wild donkey between her hot wet pussy lips, but I dared not. I am and will
always remain completely faithful to my wife and country.

I allowed my self to continue to play touch dial with her beautiful breast as I twisted
her tits, desiring (in my dreams) to change the station. As I came, I filled her mouth
with my sweet wad. She swallowed all the evidence and begged for more. She hiked up her
skirt and inserted her own fingers over her slit as she started to suck on my dick again.
She mentioned several times, that she loved playing fantasy with the President. As she
slid up my leg, I felt her wet hot pussy drip its juice down the front of my pants.
Wanting nothing but to take my love lance and insert it between her tight white thighs, I
held myself back with the will power and determination of an elected official.

After I had cum a second time, I informed Magen that I did not want my office to get
suspicious and it was time that she departed. As she dressed in the cramp space under my
desk, I responded to an emergency telecon from another country. Only as an elected
official, with the power of the people, can you cum and still continue to run the day to
day crisis that belong to the office. Magen slipped out from under my desk and I thanked
her for her personal attention. As I was showing her to the door, my cold greedy wife
approached. I felt confident in my actions, as I introduced Magen to my wife. I did not
have sex. It is a well known fact and law, that oral sex is not a form of sexual
intercourse. Cheating on your wife only counts when you engage in sexual intercourse. As I
bided Magen farewell, my wife commented on my rumple attire and the stain on my left
trouser leg. I informed her that I must have spilled something without being aware.

When I had originally taken office, my wife was well aware of my tendencies to man
handle myself during periods of extreme stress. I simply hinted that prior to meeting
Magen, I had a man handling episode. With the conviction of power and the belief of the
people, anything is possible.

With that in mind, my next sexual episode was much easier, and much younger. Through my
office, we continually have volunteer assistants. Their duties can vary to manhandling the
President to manhandling the President’s men. No, no seriously, they do a lot of
helpful tasks around my office. One particular assistant caught my eye, when I initially
met her. She was so much like Magen. She had full breasts that were firm and begged to be
squeezed. She had Magen’s waist that screamed “have sex with me!” She had
Magen’s grace. But Theresa had the jubilance of a 20 year old. Theresa’s legs
were long and promising. She continually straddled chairs or spread them over horses to
demonstrate her flexibility. Frequently, I imagine myself groping between her soft white
thighs searching for her welcoming wet pussy. I eagerly wanted to insert my Powerful cock
into her welcoming flesh.

Theresa was a willing love vessel as she continually teased me with freaky peeks. There
was one day I was walking the grounds, when Theresa bent down to help me pick up several
fallen sheets of paper. As we bent down, I glimpsed down her dress and spotted lacy red
panties. She whispered to me that her panties were dripping with anticipation. Theresa
frequently shared her fantasies with me, which strangely mirrored my own. Theresa
mentioned that she had purchased a rubber penis resembling mine. After a day working at my
office, she would go home to the rubber penis, imagining having hot sex with me. She
enjoyed when the rubber assimilation penetrated her real deep. As she massaged herself to
orgasm, she imagined my powerful pulsing penis penetrating her welcoming hot pussy and
filling her with my sweet juice. As I was staring down her dress, she informed me that she
could almost feel my large hands stroke her firm body. She could feel the tip of my hard
penis penetrating her wet slit.

I pulled away from her hypnotic voice, reminding myself that I was the President and I
must maintain faithful to my wife and my country. Therefore, I informed the
President’s men of my intent for a few hours of quite reflection with Theresa.

Behind my office there is a large sound proof storage closet. After I securely locked
Theresa and myself in the storage closet, I explained my concerns. I detailed my rise to
power and what the power meant to me. Theresa understood my dilemmas as she kneeled down
in front of me and unzipped my fly. In a single graceful flowing movement she removed my
soft bonker from my pants and inserted it deep into her mouth. As she sucked me to
hardness, I reached into her bright red lacy bar and played with her buttons.
Concentrating my motions to her tits, her nipples soon became hard. I maneuvered her
breast into the direct peak hole sight. My President’s men were in the other room
enjoying the view as a reward for their discretion’s. To increase my men’s
pleasure, I requested a favor from Theresa. “Theresa, it would really turn me on and
make me very happy if you would slowly strip for me. Once you are naked, if you stand
right here on this mark and grab your ankles, spreading your legs very wide, I may be
horny enough to insert my finger into you.” Afterall, I said to myself, finger
fucking is not sex and therefore, not considered cheating on my wife or country.

Theresa being more than happy to oblige the request, seductively gyrated as she slowly
removed each layer of clothing. As she bent down and grabbed her ankles, my iron control
snapped for just a brief moment as I inserted my fingers into her hot slit. I finger
fucked her to orgasm. Theresa eagerly stood, wanting to wrap her long legs around my erect
body. I gently pushed her away, reminding her that I was married. As a married man and the
leader of society, it would send a wrong message to engage in sexual intercourse with her
at this time. If in the event that I am, for whatever reason (God Forbid), am elected out
of office, I will be very willing to continue this very enjoyable exercise. She stood
still for a moment with her hands on her hips, looking at me with sad eyes. She quietly
agreed that she understood and would follow my directive. Slowly she started to get dress
as I straightened my suit and zipped up my fly. She inquired about future meetings, which
I agreed would be beneficial. Keeping it open, I assured her we would get together later
(later in the week or later in the next century, was unsure).

As I walked out of the closet, bidding my last farewells to Theresa, I reflected on my
good behavior. Additionally, I couldn’t wait until my next meeting with Theresa.
Perhaps next time, she would let me cum twice!

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