First Lady Likes It Rough With The Secret Service

Being the first lady did have is perks. As the wife of the president of the United States of America, I could pretty much have what I wanted when I wanted.

But the thing was, my husband was naturally very busy all the time, and when he wasn’t busy he was off playing golf, so that left me in the Whitehouse twiddling my thumbs. A woman had needs, carnal needs.

With him on a overseas trip, I was chilling in the oval office, and I thought about the three secret service agents that were outside the door right now. Gerard, Steve and Kevin they were called, and they hardly ever left my side. I had noticed that all three were fairly young and fit looking men, they had to be of course if they wanted to be in the secret service. I had to admit I had the occasional naughty thought about them.

I then had a crazy idea.

I went to the door and called in Gerard. He entered and stood in front of me, his hands folded in front of him, looking as professional as ever.

“How can I help you mam?”

“When you took this job you swore an oath. It is your job to protect me at all costs, you would even lay down your life for me if necessary. Is that right?”

“Yes mam.”

“Well what I need you to protect me from right now is death from boredom. I need you to stop me from going insane. You have to follow whatever order I give you, correct?”

“Yes mam, that is correct.”

“Ok then Gerard. What I am ordering you to do right now is to call the other two men into the oval office, and then all three of you are going to gangbang the hell out of me right here and now. I need some stiff dick in my mouth, cunt and ass.”

His jaw dropped. Suddenly the professional demeanour was gone.

“I…um…that would be…”

“Inappropriate? Oh it absolutely would be. But today, what happens in the oval office stays in the oval office.”

I then slipped out of my dress, unhooked my bra and pulled down and stepped out of my panties. Gerard’s jaw was now even closer to the floor, his eyes seemed on the verge of leaving his head as he observed the first lady of the United States completely naked before him.

“You think that just because I’m over forty I don’t like to get fucked? A woman reaches her sexual peak around my age. Call in the other two, I gave you an order.”

Her spoke into the radio on his wrist and told his colleagues to enter. Their jaws quickly dropped to the floor as well.

I gave them all a twirl to show the kind of body that the first lady had. I had a killer rack, the kind that could have made me a living in porn if I had wanted to go that way. My tits were large, firm and creamy, I had an ass that women half my age would have killed for, and I kept my pubic region trimmed, the triangle between my legs leading down into my thick, pink labia.

I knew that many men in the country fantasized about having sex with me, and these three were going to get the real thing. Despite their reluctance because they were on duty, I could see bulges forming in those trousers.

“The three of you get naked and don’t fuck about. If you do not follow what I say I will tell the president that you all tried it on with me, and you know that will not be good for you.”

With seconds those neatly pressed suits were crumpled heaps on the floor, and I was looking at three hard bodies, barrel chests, six packs and of course, the three cocks I so desired.

There were three, long, thick, veiny, purple headed weapons. My mouth was watering just to look at them and to smell that musky cock scent. I got down on my knees on the presidential seal in the middle of the oval office.

“The three of you stand around me.”

They did as I told them, the three cocks now bobbing up and down inches from me, and up close I was sure I could see those veins pulse. Steve and Kevin were standing to the side of me. I grabbed hold of both their tools at the same time, squeezing that hot flesh in my hand, jerking them, making them moan. I looked up to Gerard.