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By Anonymous (c) 1999

"I'll kill that fucking bastard," screamed Hillary Clinton, the wife of the President of the United States, "every fucking time I go out of town on his fucking business I have to hear stories about his incessant fucking around!!!"
This wasn't the first time that Jim Knox had heard this little tirade, and as the lead Secret Service body guard for the First Lady, he had seen and heard more than his fair share of intra family squabbling, but whenever she went off like this, it was better just to try and blend into the background and hope her tantrum would blow over quickly.
Tonight, however, he had a feeling that the President had crossed over some imaginary line of demarcation, and maybe, just maybe Mrs. Boyle was going to cause William Jefferson Clinton more than a little trouble!
She poured herself a scotch and water, and uncharacteristically offered him one. "Come on Jimmy, have a drink with me, I'm staying in the rest of the night and you go off duty in a couple of hours, so what's the harm?" she asked in almost a pleading voice.
"No thanks ma'am, I really have to stay sharp, if it ever got out that agents were drinking on the job, well, I'm afraid it would be all over," replied Jim gently.
"Sweet Jesus," she muttered, "I can't even get the help to have a drink with me." She drained her glass and immediately pouring another.
Normally Jim would have kept his mouth shut and let Mrs. Boyle work it out for herself, but tonight was different, she was really hurting inside. Her husband's philandering was taking a vicious toll on his wife and Jim couldn't understand how a man married to such a nice looking devoted wife could even think about cheating on her! Through three campaigns for governor as well as hundreds of other fundraisers and political meetings, Hillary Clinton had let her whole career as a lawyer stand on hold as she pushed her husband towards the prize of the presidency. And usually after meeting them both, many of the people wondered if the wrong Boyle got elected.
"Mrs. Boyle," Jim said softly, "I just want you to know that it has been a privilege protecting you, and that in my eyes you are a true patriot!"
Hillary Clinton cocked her head to one side, took a long drink, and then slid to the floor with glass in hand and began to sob.
Jim Knox raced across the room and tried to help the First Lady to her feet, worried that someone might come in and see her in this agitated state. He could see it in the tabloids now, "First Lady Falling Down Drunk And Crying Over Kenny's Trysts!" Well if he had anything to say about it, that headline would never see the light of day!
"Come on, Mrs. Boyle, you can't lie there like this, get to your feet and we'll talk about it," Jim pleaded!
"Okay Jimmy, she slurred, "talk to me then, tell what a great man my husband is and why I'm so lucky to be married to him."
After Jim got her into an easy chair over by the desk and away from the liquor cabinet, it was then he broke a cardinal rule of the Service, never ever bad mouth any member of the First Family. He was seething inside that his president would treat such a fine lady in such a shabby disgraceful fashion. He just blurted out, "No ma'am, I'm not going to say that, he's not worthy of your company let alone your bed, and if I had my druthers, he would be horse whipped for the way he's treated you!"
With her eyes shining from tears and her lower lip trembling, she looked up at Jim and said, "Why thank you Jimmy, that's about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, you don't know how much I appreciate it!"
What happened next was hard for Jimmy to figure out, even later when he had more time to think about it, but it was as if a magnet pulled them together in a long deep kiss that seemed to last forever! Jim's head was spinning, he knew that what he was doing was more than wrong, it was morally repugnant, but he kept kissing her, and falling deeper and deeper under her spell.
Even as he felt fingers undoing his belt buckle and soft hands slipping inside his shorts to where his erect manhood tried in vain to escape its cotton prison, he tried pulling away long enough to say, "No, it's wrong, we can't do this." But she kissed him again and pulled his hard organ into the warm White House air. And still sitting in her chair, the First Lady leaned forward, taking him into her mouth.
When he looked down, he couldn't help but feel totally stunned, here was a woman known the whole world over, loved by one and all, and yet here she was devouring him like there was no tomorrow!
Finally she let him slip out of her mouth momentarily and whispered, "You have a wonderful cock, Jimmy, I wish I had done this a long time ago!"
Seeing this lovely woman he so adored, making love to him with her lovely mouth in such a tender and loving way was more than he could take. As soon as she took him back into her mouth, he let loose with a gusher of hot come down her hot throat! He half expected her to spit him out of her mouth with revulsion, but instead she sucked on him even harder. Trying to coax every last bit from his pulsating weapon while sighing, "Jesus that tastes good I haven't done that in such a long time, I really missed it!"
Just like every man, after he comes, the edge is taken off, and Jim was no different, so immediately he tried to pull up his pants and get out of the compromising situation, but Hillary Clinton would have none of it!
"Not so fast, honey," she intoned, "you still have to take care of mama."
"Ma'am, I don't think that we should..."
But he was cut off when she said cryptically, "Now Jimmy, don't be like may asshole husband and leave me hanging in the lurch, you got to do me, and do me now!"
Just being compared to President Boyle was enough to make him want to throw up, so throwing caution to the wind he helped Mrs. Boyle to her feet and began undressing her. When she was finally before him in just her white lace bra and panties, she was just like every other woman stripping before a new man, wondering if she would measure up, and would he be pleased?
Well, Hillary Clinton had no reason to feel inadequate, because Jim couldn't take his eyes off the magnificent creature in front of him! No, she wasn't some twenty one year old intern, but she was all woman, with lush full breasts, a tummy with just the hint of a sag, wide hips that tapered down to attractive if not slim legs, and while he couldn't see it from the front, he was pretty sure that her ass would be womanly, with just a touch of cushiness.
He looked into her sad eyes, sorry that it had to come to this for her, and said, "You are without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart!"
She dropped her head, a little embarrassed, and said softly, "Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me!"
Hearing her say that, saying that she was at least happy that another man found her a little bit attractive, well, that really set Jim off! He quickly stripped off his clothes and took her into his arms and again kissed her long and hard, pausing now and then to look deep into her eyes, the bright blue sparklers that had enchanted so many and high lighted so many magazine covers! He let his hand find the catches to her bra as he leaned back and let the restrictive garment fall to the floor between them. Her breasts were large and supple with just a hint of sag, he kissed her again and crushed the massive mammaries hard between them, rotating back and forth to let them work against his chest, making her nipples harden and stand out proudly!
Then he sat back down in the chair and tugged her bikini panties over her hips and off past her feet, revealing a pussy that was thick with dish water blonde pubic hair and shaped like a perfect vee, and from the looks of it she didn't trim or shave it, letting it grow wild and free like a shaggy old dog! He looked longingly at her now damp slit, and said, "Now, it's my turn to make you feel good," and he took his position between her thighs, and let his mouth come to rest right on her dripping crack!
"Oh, Jimmy," she moaned, "you have such a talented tongue, do mama's clit, please do it for me now!"
He wanted her to be satisfied, but he also wanted it to last for more than a minute or two, and he could tell she was right on the edge, so he decided to have a little fun and lick everywhere but her clitoris. Slowly working up and down her crack, taking time to make love to every inch of it, but always stopping just short of her erect little love button.
She started grinding her hips against his mouth, trying desperately to get his tongue to make contact with her now burning clit. "Don't do this to me she moaned, you're driving me crazy, do it now, please, I can't stand it much longer," she begged loudly.
Worried that someone might hear her, Jim finally let his tongue roam over the little thimble of love, caressing its hard little head until he heard hear her suck in a lung full of air, and quickly expel it. She groaned loudly with each passing lick, then, almost like a shooting star, out of nowhere, an orgasm of monumental proportions slammed into her hungry snatch lifting her hips at least six inches off the chair seat and hard into Jim's hard sucking mouth.
Jim ate her like there was no tomorrow, trying to give his First Lady an orally induced climax that she would remember until the day she died!
"Oh my, that was wonderful," she gushed, while absentmindedly stroking her slit, "I don't think I've ever come harder!"
"I'm glad you liked it," Jim replied, "but we better get dressed before we get in real hot water!"
"You're right," she replied brightly, "let's get dressed, I want to show you something in the West Wing."
They both scrambled into their clothes, and then were off down the long corridor to the Executive Offices, and the location of the Oval Office. Since the President was in Miami for a fundraiser, there were no guards or agents patrolling that particular area at this time, as they were mostly confined to the living quarters in the main building.
Hillary Clinton used a master key, and before Jim knew what was happening, he and the First Lady were standing on the Presidential Seal in the Oval Office. "Ma'am," he offered, "I don't think the President would appreciate us rummaging around his office, in fact, I know he wouldn't like it!"
Giving a loud snort, Mrs. Boyle retorted, "Who gives a damn what he thinks, at this very moment he's probably being kept warm by some little South Beach tramp. Besides, I haven't shown you the reason for my bringing you here."
Then to Jim's utter consternation, the First Lady removed all of her clothing and lay down on top of the great seal with her legs spread wide apart and said, "Well, aren't you going to give the First Lady what she really needs, or are you gonna make her beg for it?"
"You're out of your mind ma'am," Jim replied excitedly, "what if someone should come in?"
"Oh shut up Jimmy and get your pants down," she ordered, "I won't be the first member of the Boyle family to get fucked in here!"
Jim made a split second decision, it would be faster to fuck her quick and get it over with than to stand there and argue with a drunken naked woman lying in the middle of the Oval Office. Not bothering to remove his clothing, he dropped his pants and shorts and crawled between the inviting legs of Hillary Clinton.
"Okay, Jimmy," she purred, "let's see if you fuck as good as you suck!"
Her cunt was already a cauldron of burning lust, so not wasting anytime with the niceties of love making, Jimmy lined up his stiff cock against the her pussy opening, and in one dramatic thrust buried himself all the was to the hilt.
With no one around to hear her, Hillary Clinton screamed with pleasure as she was assaulted by the battering ram attached to Jim's crotch! "Oh, god YES," she moaned, "you do that so fucking well, you're giving your First Lady a presidential fucking!"
Jim too, was now to far gone to think about anything but getting his gun off, and he even increased the tempo of his stroking as his orgasm rushed towards the head of his hard pecker!
"I-I-I'm coming," she stammered, while trying desperately to hold his hard dick deep inside her hot love canal! It was all over for Jim too, as spurts of red-hot come jettisoned out the end of his pulsating dick, and deep into the President of the United States' wife!
He finally rolled off of her, gasping for air, and waiting for his pulse to return to a semblance of normalcy.
She whispered, "Jimmy you are without a doubt the best agent that's ever covered a First Lady!"
"Just how do you mean that, Ma'am," he asked slyly?
"Anyway you want it to, Jimmy, anyway you want it to!"