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Urotsukidoji - Presidential Duties.	By : Nickamano Category: +S to Z > Urotsuki-doji Views: 90 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The East Wing’s north corner rear stairs was the best location for private and unobserved meetings. Everyone in history knew it, pretty much from 1902 when the stairs were added, along with the construction of the West Wing.
He had been watching Dana Holden, the President’s Personal Assistant, ever since her scent had caught in his nostrils. A familiar smell of deception and sweeter still, fear. The smell had caught his attention when he had passed one of the many meeting rooms. He had circled back and entered the adjoining room and took a look through the keyhole. There stood the First Lady herself, unquestionably the most beautiful woman in the White House’s history. She was talking animatedly with Dana Holden, not exactly a fish wife by any means. They were over by the record player, standing close to the speakers while it played some loud female-sung pop record. They were leaning in close together, talking quickly and with low and strained voices. Of course, he could hear them despite their whispers and ‘Causing a Commotion’ filling the room.
They knew. Somehow, they had discovered his secret. Or at least Dana Holden had. Obviously, the First Lady had suspected for a while but had been too afraid for her child to do or say anything. And yet, here and now, though he could hear the First Lady desperately begging, Dana Holden had decided to confront him herself, and obtain a recording of evidence that she could bring to Congress and even to the Pope, if need be.

So, he decided to play right into her hands. When he had the chance, later that day, he whispered to her that, as she knew, he had always wanted to fuck her, that she always made him hard and though they had chosen to keep their relationship purely professional, he no longer felt capable of holding back, that he had to have her.
He’d been able to smell it on her from the first of course, but she had always maintained that professional separation even though it killed her to do it. Many’s the night she had masturbated herself to sleep of a night with thoughts of him. At the time of his confession, she had flushed crimson and had made a stammered excuse before hurrying away. Though later, after supper, she had slipped him a note - to meet her at midnight at the East Wing’s north corner rear stairs.

He had caught her by surprise, careful to ensure that the both of them were safely outside of the range of the security cameras, whose substandard cones of vision struggled with the staircase’s steep positioning and the thick and tall design of its carved marble balustrades.
He had not spoken at all, instead giving her a few seconds to voice her accusations. She barely got further than a dumb accusation along the lines of - “I’ve heard things about you. I don’t know how you managed to replace him but I believe you to be a demon. A devil from hell itself.” Rather than listening or offering a response, he had simply stood there smiling, silently taking in her face and figure with a rapidly rising hunger.
Having free access to his wife was a lot of fun, and he had occasional had fun with others too whenever he could get away with it. But he always had to hold back, to maintain the pretence. He was sure his wife was more than a little suspicious of him, after all. But she obeyed his carnal demands and did her best to satiate him. Not that any of them ever could.
Maybe Dana Holden would be able to take the edge off for a day or two? He was more than happy to put her to the test.
She was short, barely topping five-feet, though her heels added another three inches. However, she had a full figure with the right kind of curviness. The kind of hourglass figure that was impossible to conceal even in sharp all-business type suits. Her straight brown bob was occasionally tossed up into a French plait, framing a baby face that defied her being closer her to her fourth decade than her third. He wasn’t sure if the Sexy Librarian look she had perfected, with the pair of thick-rimmed black eye glasses, was deliberate or incidental. But as far as he was concerned, it worked like a charm.
He had trapped her and silenced her before she could scream for help or throw him any further accusations.
And then he had stripped her, and had her - rough, fast and brutal; making full use of her body and taking all of her, searing every inch in erotically-manipulating experiences, until her mind was utterly blown. Of course, as much as it was sexually mind bending her experience was no doubt even more terrorising and her muted shrieks and continual full-body quivering was as much due to pain and horror as it was sexual ecstasy. He loved the sweet and sour nature of that kind of interaction.
As her body finally relaxed into a mid-bliss stupor, he had taken her into him, softening his own flesh and allowing it to run over and around her like molten wax.
Once she was fully consumed, he reformed his human disguise, picked up his discarded clothing and re-dressed. It would take a couple of days, wherein she would continue to give him all the pleasure her body could offer until he had fully absorbed her, molecules drawn into his own Makai body as saccharine-delicious sustenance.
Gathering up her clothing and her concealed tape recorder, he shredded the lot down to miniscule scraps. He pocketed those scraps, to be put into the trash when convenient, and then headed back to his bedroom where his lovely young wife awaited him.
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