Political

Christine Sinclaire was at her desk in the Oval office going through the morning breifings as President of the US, One Month after she was swarn in as the Commander and Cheif . Rubbing her eye she stretched her arms before hearing her intercom from her assistant, Denise. "Madame President, The Press Secretary is here to see you" "fine" She said, Getting up and greeting her Press Secretary, Denise, a 49 year old single mother of 2, she served as an Intern under Bill Clinton and has stayed in the Press Pool ever since, earning her title when Christine came into office.

Denise entered the office and looked at her boss's face to gauge her mood. The 56 year old Christina regarded her 49 year old Redhaired Press Secretary as she approached. "You summoned me Ms Hewson how can i help?" Christina replied that she was leaving for the day and stood up smoothing down her skirt and straightening the seams on her black stockings. Her black heels clicked on the carpeted floor as she left the office and headed to the couch in the middle of the office, pouring herself a glass of Scotch, leaving Denise empty

After talking for almost 45 minutes, Christine, hands over her daily package for the next news day "....And I want people to know that our new vocal initiative for the youth and homeless is a good and meaningful thing! close to all of our hearts! I want you to sell it" Denise says, trying to make the president seem a bit more approachable, Christine finishes her drink and slams the glass down onto the coffee table in front of them both " Jesus fucking christ , who actually gives a shit about this stuff!.......all we need to do is to gather more money to buy more resources! do you seriously want some 3rd world country to get their disgusting hands on the Iridium mine near the Bangladeshi border!" Christine laughs some more as she walks around the room to her desk, slowly sitting down, and carefully grabbing her bag before heading up to the presidential residence, turning in for the night "......but madame president.......this is a great initiative......we put a lot of time and effort to make this happen....." Christine slaps Denise across the face, hard "I dont give a shit, just do as I say, for fuck sake!" Christine walks over the body on the floor, hearing her sobs, just as she exits the Oval office She says "Get up Denise, you're gonna get drool over my persian rug!" her Southern accent thick, as Denise gets up and says goodnight to the President, and leaves the oval office and heads up to the Residence

Denise was about to leave her boss's office when she noted the computer was still logged in. Christine took the long walk up to the residence, after a tiring day of doing nothing...... She had been watching her favorite lezdom videos today and was worked up but she had a wry smile on her face......"Oh god!" Denise whispered, "the president is a submissive bitch!" she took out her phone and started taking photos of the Presidents browser history, finding countless of videos and onlines forums about older women submitting to younger women "A large grin forms on Denises face, as she finds the President is still online to one of her online forums, with the username _"prezidentalslave1966" "_Oh shit, this is too easy" Denise thought, as she searches through her profile, seeing countless photos of the president in revealing positions, toys inside her pussy and arse, words written all over her saggy body and a general look about the president, she finds an unopened chat from someone from Moscow, Russia, an "EmpressLilybeht_xx" with the title reading Worthless fuckmeat

Worthless fuckmeat,

I love your new gallery of yourself, clearly a pathetic fuckmeat, I bet your worthless cunt is soaking wet right now
I would allow you to pleasure yourself tonight, before bed, but since you didn't check in on me this morning and asked for permission to cum, I want you to keep your buttplug inside your arsehole & those elastic bands on your saggy udders and nipples for the rest of the week, as punishment also, I want you to start wearing skimpy clothing, the kind your daughter wears!

Do as I require, and I might let you cum tomorrow night
disappoint me again, I'll have to get more cruel with my punishments then

Empresslilybeht

"Lol, I like the sound of this chick" she gets more shots of the chat, and plans on creating her own account when she gets home, but for now, she turns off the computer and walks out of the oval office