Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 13:18:41 -0500 From: Nicholas A Ryan Subject: Presidential Privileges DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the individuals involved. Any situations and incidents are purely fictional and in no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no license agreement to the following politicians and/or publicized events that may be mentioned. All persons and events are a copy write and/or are the property of the people and public events themselves. The author in no way holds or maintains any rights to situations, events, and individuals. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the political terms have been skewed into my own time line for creative license. GOVERNMENT CLASSIFIED TOP SECRET OPERATION WIGGED CIGAR SUBTERFUGE Memo: From the Office of Internal Affairs; The initiative to protect the commander in chief was successfully implemented in the last months of said president's final term in office. The operative positioned to falsify information pertaining to the commander in chief's assignations with cited intern has disappeared to a reassigned office in the lower levels of the Pentagon. It is fortuitous that said operative and the present administration's vice president were not mandated to appear publicly together. It is hoped that the current administration will redirect all apparent assignations from the Watergate to........ Air Force One President Bill Clinton relaxed upon the leather chair as the plane cruised miles above the United States. He was more at ease than he had been in months. With the Monica Lewinsky brouhaha finally easing out of the public's mind he could termination the deliberate misleading ambiguity on the matter and focus on the matters that really got a rise in his cock. The secret service agents were in a smaller cabin near the cockpit and Bill was alone save.... A tall unattractive woman emerged from the washroom. With glasses perched upon the mannish nose, the woman the public knew as Linda Trip pulled at her bra strap irritably. "Damn, this thing bugs the hell out of me." The mannish voice hissed. "I'm so damn glad its all over with." Bill made a face and nodded. "So why the hell are you still in the gettup?" He glanced at the closed door separating them from the secret service agents and the rest of the plane. "I think that its high time we got down to basics," he raised one eyebrow, "if you know what I mean." Bill lowered his hands and began to loosen his belt buckle. "Ditch the drag shit." The would be Linda Trip laughed, "gladly." The manly hands began to loosen the skirt at the waist and let the garment spool at the high heeled shoes at feet. The shoes as well as the skirt were kicked aside and the hands rose to the woman's girdle and pantyhose. Thumbs hooked under the elastic of both constricting accessories. Bill watched sprawled from the recliner, his own hands yanking at the undone belt, removing it from his pants and tossing it aside. Next his fingers opened the button and fly and he extricated a hefty cock from his pants. He began to jerk it, the blood surge giving a pleasurable rise. The would be Linda nodded in approval and pushed the girdle and pantyhose down. An equally large cock sprung free from extrication, already hard and red. The hands squeezed around it with a leer before moving up and removing glasses and wig. Al Gore took the wig and threw it into a corner. His hands moved to the buttons of the blouse encasing the broad expanse of his muscular chest. He popped the button and slid the sheen material from his powerful torso. Bill smiled and rubbed the head of his engorged cock with the fingers of one hand. "Now that's more like it." He lifted his head in a cocky manner. "Get over here and start performing some of your vice presidential duties." "Gladly." Al walked to him with a glint in the eye. Quickly lowering before President Clinton, Al opened his mouth and took Bill's hard cock in his mouth, all the way down. Bill purred in appreciation as Gore licked Clinton's shaft-holding his cock deep in his throat-rubbing his nose in the President's pubes-his throat muscles convulsing around the throbbing presidential member. "Oh yeahhhh," Bill threw his head back. "Fuck!" He lifted his arms and ran his fingers in the hair of Gore, guiding his vice president on his cock. "Suck it!" Gore complied, slurping the length of Clinton's 10 inch boner. Bill's fingers knotted in his hair, Gore increased the tempo, bobbing his head up and down as his lips slid up and down Clinton's shaft, the suction of his mouth an erotic vacuum boiling Clinton's low hanging nuts. Gore's own 11 inch cock was rock hard between his legs dripping pre-cum. Al lowered one of his hands briefly and jerked it a bit before sliding both of his hands up underneath Bill, moulding the president's tight bubble butt. "Oh!" Bill gasped as Gore thrust two fingers into his tight ring. Bill clenched his colon around the two exploring digits. "Fuck yeah!" Bill gasped. "Finger my hole! Come on, finger me!" Gore moved his fingers within the tight warm cavern of Clinton's ass. He loved the way the sphincter muscles clenched around his fingers, as if those presidential ass lips were kissing and sucking on his digits. When he struck Clinton's prostate, Clinton bucked involuntarily. Bill's balls were churning. He knew that he was close. He was going to blow a wad. He triggered Gore. "I'm going to shoot baby! Its coming!" On cue, Gore's lips tightened around Clinton's cock, the suction and tempo increasing. Gore was always eager to take every single drop of the presidential spoog. With the hand buried under Clinton's ass, he increased the pressure of the fingers upon Clinton's prostate. "Ohhh Fuck! Here it is," the cum burst through his cock, "Ughhhhhh yeahhhhhh," a rush of cum spit from Clinton's cock and Gore lapped at it, holding the cock in his throat. "Take it," Clinton growled. "Eat it bitch, eat it!" And Gore swallowed it readily, drinking every drop. He milked Clinton's cock thoroughly. "Yeah," Clinton sighed once he was spent. Gore was still holding the spent cock in his mouth, running his tongue along it lovingly. Clinton chuckled at Gore's reluctance to release his dick. He patted Gore's head. "You're a good little cock sucker." Gore mumbled something inaudible since his mouth was full and continued to lick his president's cock clean. By the time that Air force One was approaching its landing in California, Gore had repeated the ritual five times, eliciting a hefty load from Clinton each time his mouth touched the President's cock. Landing in Los Angeles, the President was whisked away to a meeting with Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger. Gore was sent on to meet with the press. Clinton's limo arrived at one of the many Shriver California compounds. The secret service ushered him inside and a valet ushered Clinton up to Arnold's private offices. Inside the office he was startled, but not unpleasantly so, to find Arnold naked and sprawled down upon his desk, his muscular butt raised invitingly. "Well," Clinton chuckled. "What have we here." Arnold, in his uber unintelligible accent looked over his shoulder and uttered, "I vant you to fuck me." "Well," Clinton stepped forward, "not quite the meeting I had in mind," and he quickly undid his trousers, pulling his rock hard cock out and slapping an ever carried condom on, "but...." To be continued.