Presidential Privileges

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I stood in the Oval Office—the actual, honest-to-god Oval Office—trying not to look as out of place as I felt. Claudia squeezed my hand, her eyes wide as she took in the famous room with its cream-colored walls, dark blue carpet with the presidential seal, and the imposing Resolute Desk. Behind that desk sat President Deborah Thomas, phone pressed to her ear, her voice carrying the unmistakable tone of someone who was used to getting her way.

"I don't care what the FCC regulations say, this is a direct order from the President," she was saying, her free hand gesturing emphatically. "We need every network, every station. Yes, all of them." She paused, listening. "Well, then find a way to make it work."

President Thomas was not what I'd expected. In person, she had a kind of unconventional beauty that the cameras didn't quite capture—high cheekbones, intelligent eyes, and a confident posture that spoke of her decades in politics. She was in her mid-forties, fit and curvy in her tailored navy suit, her dark hair cut in a stylish bob that framed her face. When she finally hung up the phone with a sigh and turned her attention to us, I felt a strange jolt—this powerful woman was technically mine to command.

"Mr. Moore, Ms. Moreno," she said, rising from her chair and extending her hand. "Welcome to the White House. I apologize for the delay. As you can imagine, coordinating a global broadcast on such short notice presents certain… challenges."

She gestured for us to sit on one of the couches arranged in the center of the room, taking a seat across from us. "But I believe we've managed to put together something quite comprehensive." Her voice carried the practiced cadence of someone who had given thousands of speeches. "We're utilizing every communication channel at our disposal."

"All of them?" Claudia asked, sounding impressed.

"All of them," the President confirmed with a nod. "We're activating the Emergency Alert System across all television and radio stations in the United States. Your message will interrupt all broadcasting simultaneously. We've also coordinated with social media platforms—Facebook, X, Instagram, TikTok—they'll all feature your message prominently."

She leaned forward slightly. "The military is deploying its communication networks as well. Every base, every ship, every embassy will receive and transmit the message. We've contacted foreign governments—and I made it quite clear that the United States would take a dim view of any nation that failed to cooperate in relaying your message in their own languages."

"That's… impressive," I said, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"For remote regions, we're dispatching teams with translators and satellite communication equipment. The Peace Corps, missionary groups, aid workers—anyone we can mobilize quickly." She smiled thinly. "Our experts estimate that the initial broadcast will reach approximately 85% of the world's female population in the first day alone. Given the exponential nature of information spread, we project that within a week, all but the most isolated women will have received your message."

She straightened her jacket. "I can't promise there won't be a few outliers—women in the most remote parts of the Amazon, or isolated religious communities, for instance. But eventually, the message will reach them too."

"Thank you," I said, genuinely impressed by the scale of the operation. "This is exactly what we needed."

Claudia nodded. "Yes, thank you, Madam President. This is incredible."

President Thomas gave us a wry smile. "You're welcome, though I can't say I had much choice in the matter." She glanced at me. "When my owner commands, I obey. That's how it works, isn't it?" There was a hint of something in her voice—not resentment exactly, but perhaps a flicker of the strong-willed woman who had fought her way to the highest office in the land, momentarily acknowledging the bizarre situation she found herself in.

As she outlined the final details of the broadcast, scheduled to begin in just under an hour, a strange realization washed over me. In this moment I was sitting across from the second most powerful person in the world. The most powerful was, somehow, me.

President Thomas leaned forward, crossing her arms with a casual authority that seemed at odds with the surreal situation. "You're welcome to rest before the broadcast," she said, her lips curving into a half-smile. "Or stay afterward. Your choice, really." She gave a small shrug. "After all, you get to decide what you want, Mr. Moore. Not much I can do to stop you except complain, and I doubt that would be very effective."

I realized I'd been staring at her longer than was polite, taking in the way her suit jacket hugged her curves. She caught my gaze and her smile shifted into something more knowing.

"Unless there's something else you'd like while you're here?" She raised an eyebrow. "If you're interested, I'd be happy to suck your cock or let you bend me over the Resolute Desk. It would certainly make for a more memorable White House tour than most people get."

The crude words coming from the usually eloquent president's mouth sent a jolt through me. I glanced at Claudia, who was biting her lip, clearly aroused by the suggestion despite herself. When I gave her my best pleading look, she rolled her eyes.

"Really, Oliver? We're here to free the world, not fuck the leader of the free world."

"Can't we do both?" I asked, feeling a grin spread across my face. "Come on, who else can say they've had sex with the President of the United States? It might be the last time I can use this power."

"The last time," Claudia repeated skeptically.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I know it's wrong, but…" I trailed off, looking back at President Thomas, who was watching our exchange with the detached interest of someone observing animals at the zoo. She didn't seem particularly excited by the prospect, but she wasn't objecting either. The temptation was here, strong and hard to ignore. Claudia knew it was wrong, but...

"No... We can't... Oliver this is..." She mumbled. She was clearly turned on by the idea, but also terribly conflicted.

"She's fine with it. She'll be fine with it." I pointed out, biting my lower lip. "If we had decided to release women entirely, sure, that'd be a fucked up thing to do to her. But we're not doing that. She'll spend the rest of her life probably not ever thinking about it. And tomorrow, I won't have the power to do that to anyone ever again. For good."

Claudia sighed, but I could see the flush in her cheeks. "Fine," she said finally, groaning in frustration before her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "But this is the last time, Oliver. I mean it." She turned toward the president with a mischievous smile. "And I want her to eat me out while you fuck her."

President Thomas straightened, her professional demeanor suddenly returning. "Excuse me? I don't recall offering that service. You are not my owner, Ms. Moreno, and I am not obligated to fulfill your sexual fantasies."

I couldn't help but laugh at the sudden shift. It was almost comical—the president willing to have sex with me because I owned her, but drawing the line at pleasuring Claudia. Well, that was easy enough to fix.

"President Thomas," I said, feeling that familiar rush of power, "I command you to be a dumb, horny slut who desperately wants both of us to fuck you."

The change was immediate and dramatic. Her posture softened, her eyes grew heavy-lidded, and her professional expression melted into one of wanton desire. She ran her tongue over her lips and reached up to unbutton her jacket.

"Oh my god," she breathed, her voice higher and breathier than before. "I'm, like, so fucking horny right now. I need you both to fuck me so bad." She pushed herself off the desk and sauntered toward us, swaying her hips exaggeratedly. "Please, I'll do anything. I wanna be your slutty little president."

Claudia's eyes widened, and she let out a surprised laugh. "Holy shit, that's… wow."

I was already unbuckling my belt as President Thomas dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands fumbling with my zipper. "Let me suck it, please," she begged, looking up at me with an expression of exaggerated need that was so unlike her usual composed demeanor that it was almost jarring.

Claudia moved behind her, reaching around to unbutton the president's blouse. "I can't believe we're doing this," she murmured, but her voice was thick with arousal.

What followed was possibly the most surreal sexual experience of my life. President Deborah Thomas, leader of the free world, on all fours on the Oval Office carpet, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her blouse and bra discarded on the floor beside her. I knelt behind her, gripping her hips as I thrust into her, while she buried her face between Claudia's thighs, her tongue working eagerly as Claudia leaned back against the Resolute Desk, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"Oh fuck," Claudia gasped, her fingers tangled in the president's short hair. "She's—oh god—she's actually really good at this."

President Thomas moaned against Claudia's flesh, the vibrations making Claudia shudder. The president's body was surprisingly fit beneath her conservative suit—toned thighs, a narrow waist, and full breasts that swayed with each of my thrusts. The knowledge that this was the Oval Office, that this woman beneath me ran the most powerful nation on Earth, made the whole experience even more intense.

"Tell us how much you love being our little slut," I commanded, slapping her ass lightly.

She pulled back from Claudia just long enough to cry out, "I fucking love it! I love being your dumb slut! Please don't stop fucking me!" before returning to her task with renewed enthusiasm.

Claudia came first, her body tensing as she cried out, her thighs clamping around the president's head. I followed shortly after, driven over the edge by the sheer absurdity and eroticism of the situation. As I collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily, President Thomas crawled over to join me, resting her head on my lap with a dopey, satisfied smile that looked completely out of place on the face of the woman I'd seen delivering stern addresses to the nation.

Claudia, still trying to catch her breath, looked down at us and shook her head in disbelief. "We just had sex with the President of the United States in the Oval Office," she said, as if saying it aloud might make it seem more real. "This is definitely going in my memoirs someday."

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