A Meeting in the Oval Office (OP)

"You can wait for me here," I told Ben as we stopped in front of the large wooden door.

I had grown fond of the muscular ex-bully over the past few years. How much of his unconditional loyalty to me was still due to his reprogramming was impossible to tell, but he nonetheless seemed to enjoy working for me. The fact that I had given him a harem of hot women to enjoy definitely helped with that. All things considered; his life was probably far better now than it ever would have been.

Ben nodded and simply stood still as I moved forward and leaned close to the door. I could hear the muffled president's voice on the other side, talking about the recent tensions with China. She seemed to be in the middle of a conference call and was clearly not pleased. I'd hopefully soon provide her with some welcome distraction.

After making sure she really was alone in there, I pushed the door open. Emily was sitting behind the presidential desk at the other side of the Oval Office, phone in hand and papers in her lap. She turned around and glared at me but kept on talking, not missing a beat, as if I was just another staff member who'd entered the office by mistake. The look on her face, though, told me that I was in trouble.

I chuckled, pacing around the room and admiring the view. It wasn't my first time in the Oval Office, but it still felt special. Emily had been in power for six years now, and she'd accomplished more than I would have thought possible in such a short amount of time.

I let myself fall on one of the couches, admiring her from a distance as she talked, and smiled. Her black business suit hugged her toned body perfectly. Her short brown hair was perfectly styled, and her green eyes sparkled as she spoke. I couldn't wait to see her on her knees.

"Well, Mr. General Secretary," she said into the phone, looking at me. "I hope you'll hold true to what you're saying. I'll make sure to do so, as well."

She hung up, sighed and threw the handset on the table. Then she turned toward me, her eyes narrowing.

"About time you came," she groaned, standing up. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting? I've been so wet the past few days I've had to wear a fucking pad!"

I smirked, leaning back and resting my arms on the couch. "And who's fault is that?" I asked. "Think I enjoyed touring Russia to put our little slugs in the brains of half the government while you stayed in your fancy office and had fun playing president?"

"Oh, I'm sure you found plenty of entertainment with your new Russian girls," she replied, slowly walking toward me, her hands already starting to unbutton her jacket. "But that's not the point. You should have been here yesterday. The plan was for you to be here yesterday."

"Shut up, bitch," I ordered her.

She froze, her eyes widening. She seemed about to talk back but moaned instead, her programming taking over. I had mine, she had hers, and as per our deal, right now, she was mine. "Take off your clothes and bend over the desk," I continued. "I'm gonna make sure the president of the United States remembers who she really belongs to."

Emily didn't need to be told twice. As soon as the words had left my mouth, her hands were back to undressing herself, and she quickly removed her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her big round breasts to me.

I remained sitting, watching my favorite **** strip for me. The most powerful woman on earth, my obedient toy. As her panties hit the carpeted floor, she turned around and walked over to the desk, her hips swinging and her ass wiggling, giving me a perfect view of her plump bubble butt and her shapely thighs. She leaned forward, putting her hands on her desk, presenting herself to me.

I got to my feet and slowly made my way to her, enjoying the sight of the perfectly submissive woman waiting for me. I positioned myself behind her, pressing my clothed erection against her naked ass. She moaned, grinding against me. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head backward.

"Who do you belong to?" I asked her.

"You, master," she answered, gasping and panting. "I belong to you." For now, at least.

"Good girl," I whispered, pulling away from her and unbuckling my belt. "Since you've been so wet already, I imagine you don't need any foreplay, right? I'm sure you've got a busy schedule ahead of you, anyway."

"Y-Yes!" she replied, pushing her butt back at me, **** to get some relief.

I chuckled, grabbing my cock and guiding it between her legs. I rubbed the head against her wet slit, enjoying the heat coming from her needy pussy. I pushed forward, forcing her to take me.

"Oh, fuck!" she gasped as my cock entered her, her hands clenching into fists on the desk. "Fuck! Yes!"

I held onto her hips as I thrust into her, my cock sliding easily inside. No matter how many mindfucked whores I collected, Emily's pussy always had a special place in my heart. This one I'd won through battle. It may have ended in a draw, but it still felt like a victory every time I shoved my dick inside her. And judging by her moans and screams, she was very much enjoying it, too. That, too, was part of our deal.

I kept fucking her, pounding her harder and faster as her moans grew louder and louder. Thankfully, anyone close enough to hear us had already spent some time with our little friends. That was standard procedure for any new member of the White House staff. Actually, few in the government had yet to receive the 'treatment' at this point. I could have fucked her in front of the entire press corps if I wanted to, and they would have just stood there and watched politely. Maybe even offer to give us a hand if we showed them some interest. There were a few journalists I found to be quite hot and kept in mind for later.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Emily screamed. "Oh! Fuck! Yes! Harder, master!"

I obliged, slamming into her with all my strength. Her ass was jiggling with every impact, her breasts bouncing on the desk, her nipples rubbing against the mahogany. I kept fucking her as she came, again and again, her juices soaking the carpet between her legs. She wasn't hard to please, especially when I was running late, kept on her toes for too long. But she would not be satiated until she'd make me cum. The deal, once again.

"Suck me," I ordered her, pulling out of her and sitting on the desk, my hard cock glistening with her juices, waiting for her. "I wanna feel those pretty lips around me."

"Yes, master!" she said eagerly, her voice filled with excitement. "I'll suck you good, master!"

She knelt between my legs and immediately took my manhood in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she started to bob her head up and down. Her hands went to work as well, one fondling my balls and the other stroking the base of my shaft, making sure not an inch of my throbbing member was neglected.

I moaned in delight, watching the beautiful woman worship my cock, my fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her motions. She looked up at me with adoring eyes, and I couldn't help but smile back. Her eyes were filled with lust, her pupils dilated, her skin flushed. I don't think I'd ever seen her this horny.

"That's it, that's a good little whore," I whispered to her, thrusting my hips upward, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. My balls were tightening, my legs were shaking, and my muscles were tensing. I felt my cock starting to twitch in her mouth, ready to shoot its load down her throat.

"Here it comes, slut," I grunted, pulling her toward me until her nose was pressed against my stomach. "Fuuuck!"

Emily's lips wrapped around my shaft as I came into her mouth, filling her throat with thick ropes of sperm. She swallowed everything she could, but some of it leaked out of the corner of her mouth. She kept sucking until I was completely dry and then licked my cock clean, not wanting to waste a single drop. Finally, when she was done, she pulled back, her unfocused eyes returning to normal as she came back to herself. I watched her wipe her mouth with her sleeve before standing up.

"Jesus, Simon," she said, walking toward the couch and picking up her clothes on the way. "You really let me stew this time, didn't you?"

"Like I said," I replied with a smile, still sitting on her desk, admiring the sight of the naked president dressing up. "Not my fault. And before you start, no, I couldn't have flown back earlier. I got a call from Lauren, and she needed me to stop by the lab."

"Oh," she said, a little surprised. "Good news, I hope?"

I smirked and jumped down from her desk.

"Very," I said, zipping my pants. "The last batch of slugs is ready. If everything goes well, we can start taking care of China, and maybe a few other countries while we're there."

Emily grinned as she pulled up her panties and sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs. "Finally," she said. "That's the best news I've heard all week. I imagine, since you're late, that they are bonded to you already?"

"Yep!" I confirmed, sitting beside her. "They are being dispatched to our agents as we speak. They'll be waiting for me in Beijing tomorrow, and Jenny and I will get to work."

Emily nodded, a pleased expression on her face. China was the last major obstacle standing between us and world domination, and it was about to fall. While they hadn't figured out what was happening to their allies, not exactly, they had definitely grown suspicious. Things on the world stage were growing a bit too stable and cooperative for their taste. They felt something fishy was going on, and they were right. Well, almost. Not fishy; sluggish. It was time to get to them before they did something stupid. Then, the twenty-second amendment would be abolished, easy enough to do at this point, and Emily would be free to rule for the rest of her life.

For a moment, I wondered how the unprogrammed version of me would have felt about all this had he somehow been here to witness it. Would he have been horrified at the idea that I, the new Simon, would be helping our old neighbor conquer the world? No way to know at this point, really... I did suspect, however, that he would have been quite alright with some aspects of Emily and mine's arrangement.

"About good news, though," Emily suddenly said, a slight smile on her lips. "I have some for you, too."

"Yeah?" I asked her. "And what would that be?"

She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, and gave me a conspiratorial look.

"I got a call from the Marshals Service," she said. "A couple of hours ago. They found him. They found your dad. He's alive."

My eyes widened. I had a lot of questions, and I might finally get some answers.

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