Posted by Wilkinson Sword on September 26, 2004 at 14:38:58:
One day in the Oval Office the President was pondering the decision he had to make. Deciding one way meant ignoring the consequences to world security.. deciding the other way meant sending a lot of young military into harms way. Flipping the pencil in his hand and alternately tapping it on the desk that so many other occupiers of this office sat behind wasn’t making the decision any easier.
A beep of the intercom broke the silence.
“Mr. President, the Vice President was wondering if you made a decision yet?”, the female voice inquired.
“No, not yet. Tell the old fart not to rush me. Wait..”, the President pondered a moment.
“Ask the Vice-President if he wouldn’t mind sending over that representative from his alma mater.”
The voice over the intercom responded, “Yes, Mr. President”.
“Oh, and one more thing, Mildred..”
“Yes, Mr. President?”
“Get me in touch with that guy who was the clown at the birthday party for my daughter. I’m still having trouble trying to make that paper stealth bomber.”, the President said frustratingly.
“Of course, Mr. President.”
(30 minutes later)
“Ohhh.. I get it now! Thanks for the help, Freddie!”, the President slammed down the phone.
Suddenly there was a noise that came from the door to the President’s private office. The President dropped his folded paper and looked around expecting a secret service guy to fly in and check it out. But no one came. Again there was a loud noise coming from behind the door. Slowly the President got up from his chair and deftly walked toward the door.. along the way pulling from the wall one of two presentation crossed swords given to President Roosevelt by the Sultan of Douchebach in 1905.
Pointing the sword in front of him as he walked, the President cautiously walked to the door.. then held out his hand ever so slowly to grasp the doorknob. Gently and softly he turned the doorknob until he felt it slightly pop open.
Suddenly, he flung the door open wide, grabbed his sword with both hands. A dark figure in the shadows suddenly turned around to face the President.. and the President lunged forward with all his strength. He felt resistance as the blade entered something soft.
“Ugh!”, the figure’s soft gurggly voice cried out.
Down the figure dropped to its knees grasping the blade while the President, in wide-eyed amazement, looked down at the shadowy figure. The President then pulled out the blade with one firm yank… and the figure slumped to the floor.
Flipping on a wall switch the light revealed the slumped over body of a woman dressed in a dark business suit and skirt. Giving a glance around to see or hear if anyone was coming, the President then stepped into the hallway to his private office and closed the door behind him. He dragged the lifeless body into his office and closed and locked that door.. giving himself privacy.
Picking up the dead woman he laid her body across his presidential desk and proceeded to remove her clothes… then his own clothes. He fucked her hard and quick like any president would be expected to do.. her body flapping and jerking around with every thrust. Her ample succulent breasts twirling under him with each thrust of his huge presidential cock. Suddenly, like a commercial jet entering a building, the President shot off his volatile load.. sending wave after wave of hot cum into her lifeless womb.
When he was done he got dressed and placed the sword next to the body… which was still laying draped across his presidential desk.. seeping blood and cum. He noticed a visitor badge on the floor and picked it up and put it in his pocket.
Walking slowly back into the Oval Office, adjusting his tie along the way and closing door behind him, he regained his composure, but he felt relieved.. like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Smiling, he picked up the phone and pressed the button alerting the Secret Service. Three men rushed in.. and the President pointed to his private office.
“I heard a noise in there!”, the President smirked.
Within minutes a team of Secret Service investigators and forensic people were checking out the scene. One agent approached the President.
“We aren’t sure yet what really happened in there, sir.”, the alerted agent quietly observed.
“I think I know what happened, Pete.”, the President murmured.
“Yes, sir?”, the agent asked inquisitively.
“Of course. This woman, whoever she is, gained access to the Oval Office, removed one of the presentation swords and hid in my private office waiting to kill me. But while she was in there an accomplice tried to subdue her sexually and a fight with the sword ensued. She ended up agreeing to have sex with said accomplice at which point they both copulated on my private presidential desk. The accomplice was obviously not satisfied with her performance and stabbed her with the sword. Fearing for his own safety he simply left her body there as a way of telling us that he wants us to catch him.. that he wants to expose his murderous deed to us but is unable to curtail his hate for women. I’d say his mother probably had sex with him as a child and his father discovered them. A truly sad state of affairs and on our society as a whole.”, the President stated.
“Amazing, analysis, sir,” the agent retorted, “I’ll tell the investigating team to wrap things up.”
“Good idea.”, the President chided.
Turning to press the button on the intercom, “Mildred?”
“Yes, Mr. President?”, the female voice replied.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the visitor pass that was on the dead woman now being hauled away in a body bag. Reading it, it said,
VISITOR – HALLIBURTON.
“Get me the Vice President on the phone. Tell him that representative from his alma mater showed up… and also tell him… let’s invade Iraq.”
fini