Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  With Christine’s expert tongue feeling like a warm wet vibrator on my clit, my orgasm built back up again instantly and I felt myself falling out the window within my mind. I was weightless, pinned to the ground only by the huge cock in my mouth and the tongue on my clit. At the time I didn’t even pause to note the fact that I’d never been with a woman before, all I could think about was the pleasure of being used as the billionaire’s fuck toy. I’d already agreed to give him anything, but in my orgasm-delirium I wanted to give him more.

  I rode out my orgasm on that single deep breath, my throat and tongue pulsating and convulsing around his dick, but soon I was struggling for air and I felt my face going red from the deprivation. When I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more he pulled out quickly and his hands left my neck. I lay there limply, gasping for air, and through my half closed eyes I could see him furiously pumping at his cock while aiming it at my face.

  With a groan he briefly stopped pumping and a huge jet of cum burst forth from the end of his cock, hitting my left eyelid with an incredible amount of force and plastering it shut. I closed my other eye, unable to raise even the energy for the sustained wink that would have been required to keep it open. Time and again warm splashes of cum hit my face, I couldn’t believe how long it went on for, my whole face felt like it was covered.

  Finally the semen stopped flying and I felt Adam back away. I didn’t move, wanting only to catch my breath and heard him instruct Christine to clean him. Christine moved around the desk and I heard the slurping sounds that indicated her compliance with his wishes.

  I don’t know how long I laid there for, I felt like I had no energy left to do anything at all, but after a while I heard Adam’s voice again.

  “Get up.”

  “Fuck me.” I said.

  “No. Get up.”

  Groggily I struggled to a sitting position and raised a hand to my face to wipe the cum from my eyes.

  “Don’t touch it!” he yelled and I froze, my hand held in mid-air.

  “Christine.” I heard him say and then felt her carefully dabbing at my eyes, smearing the cum and my mascara to the side, but at least allowing me to see again.

  “The rest of it you leave until you get home, understand?” he said it as if it was a question, but I knew it was another command I would obey.

  “Yes, sir.” I said weakly.

  “Well done, Jennifer. I’ve got your employee identification badge here.” He opened the same drawer that had contained the scissors and pulled out a green id badge like the ones I had seen on Ellie and Christine.

  “Christine, I’ve looked at Jennifer’s qualifications, I think she’d be much more suited working with Sarah in the data encryption department. Take Jennifer down and tell Sarah she’s got a new starter to replace Rhys, then let Ellie know.”

  “Yes sir.” Christine responded. “Get dressed, Jenny.”

  I collected my scattered clothes and put them back on, minus my bra of course, and then followed Christine towards the door. I looked back over my shoulder as I walked, Adam was already seated at his desk, phone held to his ear as he dialled a number, not paying any attention to me at all. I was so confused. What did this all mean? Would I see him again? Would I ever get to wrap my pussy around that amazing cock?

  Christine pushed some number in the forties when we were in the elevator and watched the numbers count down, not saying anything to me. When they opened again she led me through a maze of corridors and everywhere we went people stared at me. I could only imagine what I looked like. Mascara mixed with cum all in drying globs all over my face, in my hair, all against the bright red canvas of my blushing skin, like war paint gone horribly wrong.

  Funny the things you notice at a time like this. All of the men had white employee identification badges, some of the women had white, some had red and some had green.

  “What do the colours of these badges mean?” I asked Christine, who answered without even turning around to look at me.

  “Green means you came.” She said.

  “Does everybody know?” I asked.

  “Everybody.”

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  Ana Luminita Dalca was born into old money in Romania, and is considered by some to be royalty. Popularly known as 'Princess Ana' she lusts for power and marries into Romanian politics, eventually becoming the first lady, wife of the President.

  That's how she finds herself visiting the United States with her husband and in possession of information that they plan on using to blackmail the self-made billionaire turned President, Adam Tobin. Ana didn't anticipate just how attracted she would be to the American equivalent of her husband, and it turns out that he is not easily blackmailed. What happens at their meeting in the oval office strays VERY far from the Romanian pair's plans.

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  Cuckold, Rough Sex, President, Blackmail, Humiliation

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  Power. That is what matters, and always has. My name is Ana Luminita Dalca, but the people in my home country of Romania always called me Princess Ana. I come from an old and prestigious family and, had a few minor turns in history gone differently, I really would have been born a princess. Instead, I was born into a family with old money, which is really not so bad.

  From an early age I was refined at the most expensive of private schools and my education didn’t stop at home, where discussions of politics and social power were more common than discussions of dolls and tea parties. I was born and bred to stand out from the crowd, I was always destined for great things. My self-belief was unshakable, my parents made sure of it.

  I grew up hounded by paparazzi, such as it was in Romania. Before I turned eighteen they were always on the fringes of our family holidays, but after I turned eighteen they became much more invasive. I couldn’t go out with my friends without fifty photographers trying to shove a camera up my skirt. I couldn’t hide either, I was and am very tall, standing head and shoulders above most of my friends, my face was sought after for magazine covers and my breasts were large and shapely on my athletic body, I considered it a crime to cover them completely.

  It was all very isolating, but it is a personal triumph of mine that none of them ever got the ‘money shot’. I was all class and they never caught me with my legs spread getting out of a car, they never caught me sunbathing topless, I never made a sex tape. I knew all the men in Romania wanted to see what was under my clothes and I knew the mystery added to my power. I even searched myself on the internet once and even though I didn’t have a huge web presence I was mentioned on many sites dedicated to sexy royals, even though I technically wasn’t one, usually under categories of royals they’d most like to see naked. Let them have their fantasies, I thought, it all adds to my power.

  My family is irreversibly intertwined with Romanian politics, there was no way for me to avoid it completely. Although I didn’t personally want to be tied down to a particular job within government, I knew I had to be involved in some way, just for the prestige. That’s why I married into po
litics in my mid-twenties, not for love. Not love in the traditional sense anyway, but a love for power.

  Emanuel Nicolescu was a balding man in his mid-thirties, shorter than me and relatively plain looking if the truth be told. However, he was a smart and ruthless politician and I believed that with my help he could be President. I was right. Shortly after I turned thirty I was the first lady of Romania.

  That’s how I found myself on a flight to America with my husband. On behalf of our country, Emanuel was negotiating a huge pharmaceuticals deal with the American President, Adam Tobin.

  Tobin was an unusual President for the Americans. He was unmarried, close-lipped on religion and notoriously secretive about his personal life. That didn’t stop him from winning the job by the largest landslide in history though. He was a national hero, held on a pedestal akin to war heroes of generations past. A successful boxer, entrepreneur, self-made billionaire and classically handsome, the women of his country wanted him and the men wanted to be him. That couldn’t happen but the next best thing was to vote for him when he announced he was going to run for office, and they did in their droves.

  Adam Tobin didn’t know what was about to hit him though. Through methods I didn’t want to inquire about, Emanuel had some dirt on Tobin. Nasty dirt. The kind that Presidents get impeached for. I’d seen the video from a hidden camera of Tobin fucking a reluctant young German girl and also read the transcripts from interviews with the girl conducted by our intelligence agency discussing the event and resulting child. How the information ended up in our hands rather than German authorities I didn’t know, but it was a train wreck for Tobin if he kept that pharmaceuticals contract in the states as he had been implying recently.

  Emanuel and I were travelling via private jet and had our own suite within the plane, set up like an office. We sat on either side of his desk and he reclined in his seat, watching me. We’d just discussed how we planned the meeting with Tobin to go and had it all more or less sorted. The look on his face was as readable as a billboard, I knew what he was going to suggest next.

  “We’ve got some time to kill before we land… would you… suck it?”

  He was a lion in politics but he was a sheep to me, absolute putty in my hands if I ever chose to take him in my hands. I didn’t touch him very often really, only when he had done something particularly great for our country or our own personal prestige. He was on the cusp of something great, this deal would be life changing for a huge amount of Romanians and he would be remembered as the President that made it happen. Behind every great man is a greater woman, and I would be remembered as that woman.

  He hadn’t done it yet though, so there was no way I was going to demean myself to touch his little penis at that very moment. I hadn’t had much interest in him, sexually, since our wedding night when after about five seconds of frantic grunting he came and rolled over. I’d barely even registered that he was erect and was left to ‘finish myself off’. I was the perfect companion to him in the public eye but in reality he was only as good to me as his wealth and influence allowed.

  “No. You may touch my breasts and pleasure yourself. Don’t get anything on me.”

  Throw a dog a bone and they don’t complain, Emanuel was no different. He eagerly stood and walked around his desk to stand behind my chair. I picked up a book I had been reading and opened it to where I had left off as I heard the zip on his pants pulled and his hand snaked down the front of my top to cup my left breast. At first he struggled to pull the cup down, but the bra was not really suitable for that and he gave up after I glared at him.

  I returned my attention to my book and ignored him for several minutes as the sound of him jacking off became wetter and wetter as well as punctuated by more panting and grunts. Finally with a hard squeeze and a corresponding ‘Uuuuuhhhh’ of release I saw semen arcing through the air to land on the floor from the periphery of my vision. His deed was done and his hand was extracted from my shirt momentarily afterwards. I adjusted my shirt back into place without looking up from my book and read until we landed.

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  From the moment we arrived it was non-stop public appearances, President Tobin played the most gracious host and we all posed for the adoring press with their constantly flashing cameras. This was all to be expected, but what I didn’t see coming was the imposing aura that Tobin emanated. It’s not often within politics or social occasions that I meet men taller than myself but at six foot four inches, Adam Tobin managed it. I thought about all the publicity photos Emanuel and I had taken together where he had to stand on a box or a stack of phone books to project the right image and almost laughed at him.

  That’s not to say that Tobin was a beanpole either. Every article ever written about him commented on the fact that he looked like he was in physically the same shape as he had been in his younger days as a highly successful amateur heavyweight boxer. With that height and being two hundred and forty pounds of lean muscle the man had presence of a magnitude I had never encountered before.

  He obviously had physical power, but on a world stage the physical strength of one man is irrelevant, I wasn’t going to let the fact that my body was attracted to him override the wishes of my brain and the whole reason Emanuel and I were there. Nevertheless his piercing blue eyes delivered the most penetrating gaze I had ever come across, it was difficult to look him in the eye for any period of time without feeling like you were naked and being forced to look away. I didn’t avert my eyes though, no man could melt me with a mere look, and the thought of being naked in front of him, in fantasy at least, was not exactly unpleasant.

  Finally we had our scheduled meeting with Tobin. Emanuel said that he should go in alone but I insisted on coming along to make sure he didn’t screw up. As it was just the three of us, the meeting was held in the Oval Office, well known from the televised speeches of past Presidents. We sat in chairs in front of the huge dark wood desk, polished so much that it looked like you could dive into its glossy surface.

  Tobin circled the desk and sat in his chair, his face dropping the smile it had worn all day and becoming expressionless. His face couldn’t have been any more difficult to read if he had a potato sack over his head but his blue eyes were no less piercing, just a bit more cold without the smile to warm them up. He reclined in his chair and gestured for Emanuel to begin, putting his hands together so just his fingertips touched in a tent-like manner while he waited to hear what the President of Romania had to say.

  “Mister President, before we talk about the details of the pharmaceutical contract I would like you to please view a little presentation on my laptop.”

  Emanuel opened his carry case and placed the laptop carefully on Tobin’s desk as if he was scared of scratching it. I fumed inwardly at how timid he was. With what was about to unfold he needed to be at his lion-best, I hoped the American President hadn’t gotten to him over the course of the day. At least he hadn’t turned tail and ran, we still held all the cards.

  My husband pressed a few buttons and sat back in his seat. We couldn’t see the screen from where we sat but the sounds of feminine German protest were emitted through the laptop’s speakers for all to hear and Tobin watched the whole thing from beginning to end without moving, even when his voice could be heard yelling “Ah, fuck yeah!” as his seed was being deposited into the unwilling German girl.

  His lack of emotion had me worried. I’d expected him to shake, turn white, sweat, beg. He didn’t do any of those things though. He looked fine. He looked like a man one hundred per cent in control of the situation. I gulped silently.

  The video ended and President Tobin leaned forward to gently close the lid of the laptop before leaning back and resuming his pose with fingers tented in front of him.

  “So. For your silence on this you want the contract. Is that about right?”

  “Mister President, nobody wants a huge international scandal, do they? We can fulfil every aspect that contract requires, we can do a good job. It’s just up to
you as to whether you want to be a disgraced former President packing pill boxes here in America or to have a hope of being re-elected while Romanian companies charge a fair price for good product and fair work.”

  “You present an interesting case. However, the man in that video is not me.”

  Emanuel and I looked at each other, speechless before turning back.

  “But…”

  “No, no. Hear me out. I knew all about this several months ago. I went to a summit in Germany, and wherever I go I bring many ‘doubles’ that pose as me, for security purposes. It makes it difficult for people to follow my movements and it’s in transport situations that my doubles are normally used.”

  We sat silently with our eyes trained on the American President, I could see Emanuel fidgeting nervously in the seat next to me. I couldn’t deny that I was terrified myself, my brain was running a mile a minute trying to think of a way around this unforeseen defence, but I remained outwardly calm. To show panic at that moment would not help our cause, I wished I could stamp on Emanuel’s foot, but such things don’t calm people down in real life like they do in the movies. Tobin pressed a button and spoke at a small machine on his desk.

  “Ms. Murphy, could you please bring in that file you decrypted now?”

  A female voice responded in the affirmative before the President sat back in his chair again and continued to address us.

  “The man in the video bears a truly striking resemblance but he is not me, and a paternity test of the baby will prove it if it came to that.”

  My mind spotted a straw and grasped at it desperately.

  “But Adam, even if what you are saying is true the man is almost indistinguishable from you, the video surfacing would cause you all kinds of problems you wouldn’t want to deal with. There’s also the issue of somebody in your employ committing rape while travelling with you. It would be a, what do you call it? A shitstorm.”