[Jade Mask] Alberto Fuentes, Minister of Labor, to stay.

"Minister Fuentes, a word, please," she said, her voice calm but commanding. The burly, thick-bearded man stopped, and turned to face her.

"Yes, Presidente?" he asked, his voice gruff. He stood before her, his arms crossed across his broad chest, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to expose his thick, hairy forearms.

She leaned forward, her fingers steepled under her chin. "I wanted to check in with you personally," she began, her eyes locked onto his. "You have done an admirable job in increasing production in our mines and refineries despite the increased guerilla activity. It is not an easy feat to pull off. Rest assured, your efforts had not unnoticed."

Alberto shifted his stance, a wide grin stretching across his ugly mug. "Thank you, Presidente, it means a lot to hear that from you," he responded. "Your father was a great man, but he was not one to offer praise often."

Isabella could feel his eyes roaming over her as he spoke, and she could tell that his interest in her was more carnal than professional. A smile played at the corners of her lips, but she quickly suppressed it. "I appreciate your candor, Alberto. Now, I do have something else I need to speak to you about. Be honest with me, what do you think of Carlos?"

Alberto grunted, and she couldn't help but stare at his thick, hairy forearms. He was such a big man... She wondered what it would be like to be held in those arms... To be held down as the beast ravage her, her naked body writhing helplessly...

She blinked and quickly recovered. Right. Business.

"Carlos? He is an arrogant fool who cares only for himself, a pretty boy with no substance," Alberto scoffed. "His only talent seems to be spending his daddy's money and being a general nuisance."

Isabella nodded, her lips pressed together in a firm line. "My thoughts exactly. And you are a man of experience, a man who knows how to get things done, regardless of the difficulties. I am wondering how you would like his job?"

Alberto's eyes widened. "Presidente, I'm just a humble miner with dirty boots, not some fancy businessman," he responded, surprised. "I know how to dig stuff out of the ground and bust heads, not deal with banks and their nonsense."

Isabella laughed. "Alberto, please, you're more capable than you let on. And perhaps, a head-buster is exactly what we need to set things straight."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "What do you mean?" She leaned back in her chair, her gaze locked on his. "I think it's time to remind the oligarchs who runs this country. And what better way to that then replacing their man with the Minister of Labor, a real worker's champion? It would send a clear message that the old ways of doing things are over. With the added bonus of seeing that smug look wiped off Carlos' face when he finds out, of course"

Alberto grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I like the sound of that. Count me in, Presidente."

Isabella smiled, satisfied. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to drum up support with the industrial districts under your influence. Set up some meetings with their representatives. Once we have their backing and promise to keep the lights on, we can move against Carlos and the rest of the Oligarchs."

"Consider it done," Alberto replied confidently. "I will let you know the time and location for the meetings, Madam President, though I wonder how you might convince those people to follow you. They are, after all, just as self-interested as any other oligarch."

Isabella looked at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, why don't I give you a little demonstration? I know exactly what men like you desire."

Before Alberto could react, she stood up and leaned across the table. Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, "Wouldn't you like to fuck a pretty little girl like me, Minister? Bend me over this table and have your way with me?"

Alberto shuddered, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers. Isabella was young enough to be his daughter, and yet here she was, seducing him in the middle of her palace. The power dynamic between them made his head spin. But Alberto Fuentes had not made it as far in life as he had by turning down opportunities when they presented themselves to him.

"Yes," he breathed out. "Yes, I would."

With that, he grabbed her and lifted her onto the table. Isabella gasped, a mix of excitement and surprise in her voice. Alberto explored her, his large, rough hands roaming across her body.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked," he growled, his fingers tugging at her blouse. Buttons flew across the room as he ripped her top open, revealing her perky round breasts, encased in a lace bra. He tore off the bra, feeling the thin fabric snap between his meaty fingers.

Isabella's breathing grew heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he fondled her breasts. His thick fingers kneaded her flesh, his calloused palms scraping against her sensitive nipples. She could already feel her pussy growing wet with anticipation.

Alberto leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the hardened nub. Isabella cried out, her body arching off the table. The sensation of his hot mouth on her sensitive breast was overwhelming.

He continued to lavish her breasts with attention, sucking, licking, and biting until she was a quivering mess. Just as she felt like she could take no more, he released her nipple with a wet pop and moved down her body, kissing and biting at her toned stomach.

Alberto's fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants, and with one swift movement, he ripped them off her legs. Her panties went with them, his fingers clumsy in his eagerness. She gasped as her pussy was bared to him.

He wasted no time, burying his face between her thighs and inhaling deeply. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving him wild with desire. Isabella's fingers tangled in his thick hair, pulling him closer. His tongue darted out, licking a long stripe up her slit. She shuddered, feeling his hot breath on her sensitive flesh. He began to lap at her clit, his tongue circling and flicking the sensitive nub with practiced precision. She could feel the roughness of his beard scraping against her thighs, the sensation only adding to her pleasure.

Her thighs trembled as he worked her over with his mouth, his thick fingers spreading her pussy lips open. He teased her entrance, his tongue dipping inside her and curling upwards. Isabella cried out, feeling his thick beard rubbing against her sensitive clit. She could feel her body growing tense, her orgasm building with each flick of his tongue.

"Fuck, yes, just like that," she moaned. "Make me cum!"

Alberto growled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her core. He doubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. His thick fingers slid inside her, curling upwards and hitting a spot that made her vision blur. Her hips bucked against his face, seeking more of the delicious friction he was providing.

With a cry of ecstasy, Isabella came, her body shaking and her pussy clenching around his fingers. Alberto kept working her through her orgasm, his tongue and fingers drawing out every last bit of pleasure from her. She could feel her juices gushing out of her, soaking his beard with her wetness.

Alberto pulled back, a satisfied grin on his face. His lips and beard glistened with her juices, evidence of her intense pleasure. She lay there on the table, panting and gasping, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her climax.

He stood up, admiring her naked form as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, its head purple and throbbing. He wrapped a fist around it, giving himself a few strokes as he drank in the sight of her.

Isabella's gaze locked onto his thick erection, her mouth watering at the sight of it. She could feel the heat pooling in her belly once more, her cunt aching to be filled by him. Alberto was huge, his cock thick and girthy, veins snaking around it.

He grabbed her legs, pulling and twisting her so that she was on all fours on the table, her ass hanging down and off the edge. He stepped between her spread thighs, his cock rubbing against her wet folds. She shivered, feeling his hot, hard cock pressing against her entrance.

"I'm going to make you a miner, Presidente," He growled, "or at least swear like one." And then he shoved himself inside her, hilting his thick length in one powerful thrust.

Isabella cried out, her back arching as he stretched her open. He didn't give her time to adjust, immediately pulling out until only the head remained inside before slamming back into her. His hips slapped against her ass with each thrust, the sound echoing through the room.

She could feel her breasts swinging underneath her as he fucked her ruthlessly, her nipples hard as diamonds. His fingers dug into her hips, sure to leave bruises on her soft skin.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. "You like being fucked like a dirty whore, Presidente?"

Isabella moaned in response, too lost in pleasure to form words. Her mind was foggy with lust, her body shaking with every powerful thrust of his cock. He was stretching her wide, filling her to the brim. She could feel her inner walls flexing and spasming around him, as though trying to suck him in deeper.

"Oh fuck, do you know how many village whores I fucked like this in my time? Women **** to save their husband's job in the mines, or for a load of bread for their starving kids? Do you think they enjoyed it as much as you do?" He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back and arching her back painfully. He pounded into her harder, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.

Isabella whimpered, her body reacting to the vile words he was spewing. "Yes! Fuck me harder!" She screamed, her pussy clenching around his thick length.

"Are you a slut for my big, dirty cock, Presidente?" He snarled, his hips snapping forward with brutal ****.

"Yes! Oh fuck yes! I'm a slut for your cock!" Isabella cried out. "Make me a filthy whore, just for you, Alberto."

"That's more like it, bitch," he growled. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum, make that pretty little belly swell. Gonna make sure everyone knows what we did here today."

"Do it!" She screamed. "Cum inside me, breed your little slut! Make me big with your babies!"

Alberto grunted, desperately trying to last longer, his hand tight round her hair.

"I made sure to knock up a lot of those whores you know," he roared. "Made them keep my bastard children, too, and raised them as miners just like I was, so that they may one day knock up whores of their own. Sent them home to their husbands with my seed still inside them. Do you want to join them? Be the mother of my bastard?"

"Yes! Knock me up, I want to be yours!" Isabella screamed.

"Fuck yeah, here it comes!" He bellowed. With a few more powerful thrusts, he pushed himself as deep as he could go and exploded inside her. Thick ropes of cum filled her pussy, the hot liquid painting her inner walls. She could feel his cock pulsing as he shot spurt after spurt into her.

She moaned, feeling his seed soak into her womb. Despite her wild promises, she would never bear his children, but the thought of walking around with his cum inside her, impregnating her and making her tight stomach swell, made her shiver with delight. Alberto gave her a few more thrusts before finally pulling out, his thick cock covered in their combined juices. Her pussy gaped open, unable to close after being so brutally stretched, a stream of white semen pooled inside her abused cunt.

Alberto chuckled, slapping her ass playfully. "You are a dirty whore, Presidente, dirtier than any I ever had. At least they were **** for food and work, while you're whoring yourself in your palace."

Isabella laughed breathlessly as he released her hair, allowing her to relax her back. "I didn't hear you complaining."

He grinned. "You've got me there. But I guess that's how you intend on winning over the districts? One fuck at a time?"

She shrugged, wincing slightly as she stood up from her bent position on the table. "If it comes to that, I suppose."

He laughed, tucking his still-hard cock back into his trousers. "Well, I'm sure you'll do whatever it takes, Presidente. But a word of advice, if I may. They are a **** people, with nothing to lose. I should know, I once fucked a woman in front of her family just for the promise of getting her husband a promotion at the factory. And guess what?"

Alberto's face lit up in an ugly grin. "That factory was scheduled to be shut down in 2 months anyways! The poor guy got to be supervisor for less time than I fucked his wife for. I guess that's too far though, since he tried to shoot me in the streets. Damn near got me too, bastard."

Isabella stared at him, disgusted. "Why are you telling me this?"

"To remind you to tread carefully. These people are ****, and they will do **** things if they don't get what they want from you. If your plan fails, they'll go along with anyone else who comes by promising to make things better. Like the communists. You may find yourself strung up on a lamppost if the meetings go south."

Isabella nodded slowly, taking his words to heart. "I understand. But I won't fail, Alberto. I can't afford to."

He shrugged. "We'll see. But in the mean time, Presidente, if you need some company tonight, I am a single man. I wouldn't mind keeping your bed warm after a hard day's work."

She smiled, despite herself. "We'll see, Alberto."

As the door closed behind him, Isabella slumped into a chair, her legs still shaking from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced. She could feel his thick seed dripping out of her pussy, pooling onto the seat. She would have to take a shower after meeting with her mother, she thought.