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Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 15 {S Gray} (MF mc reluc preg)
Date: Wed, 30 May 2001 22:10:05 -0400
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Chapter Fifteen:  A Presidential Affair

 President Bush stared out the window.  The White House was under siege
tonight, as was the rest of the country.  The plague of lust seemed to be
affecting all of the major cities in the U.S., as well as many foreign
capitals.  During a recent video teleconference to London, he had been
shocked to see a naked woman walk up behind the prime minister, throwing her
arms around him and sucking on his neck.  Within a few minutes, his face was
buried between her legs, and the last thing that Bush saw before the
transmission suddenly ended was the mysterious woman's face; she was smiling
at him through the camera with a sinister expression, as if to say "I'm in
charge now".  A similar thing happened when he tried to contact Tokyo; all
he could see through the live video feed was a smooth feminine ass bouncing
up and down upon a rigid cock.  So much for the Japanese; he couldn't
understand the words he heard, but they didn't sound like protests.  Bush
didn't waste time in doubling the White House security measures.

 If something wasn't done...and soon...the whole world would become
infected.  Civilization itself would collapse, as mankind reverted to a
savage, barbarian way of life.  It was up to Bush to try to come up with a
solution; that's why he had gathered all of his senior officials and
advisors here tonight.  He looked around the room, nervously aware that it
would be up to them to save the world from this epidemic.  "All right,
folks," he said.  "What have you got?  General?"

 "Well, sir, it seems that our troops are ineffective.  Whenever we try to
send our men in, this is what happens."  He pointed to a video screen that
showed a squad of soldiers advancing through a city street.  A group of
women ran toward them, their faces full of panic.  "This seems to be their
favorite tactic," said the general.  "These women appear to be innocent
citizens, fleeing the chaos that has affected the rest of the city.  But
it's just a pretense, of course."  They watched as the women began to kiss
their 'rescuers', and the soldiers began to respond by wrapping their arms
around the girls.

 "Um, maybe I'm missing something here...but haven't your soldiers been
instructed to avoid sexual contact?"

 "They have, sir...but it doesn't seem to matter.  As soon as one of those
women gets close to one of our men, he just gives in to her.  Total,
unconditional surrender."

 "Why don't you send in some homosexual troops?"

 The general gaped at the president.  "Sir, there are NO homosexual men in
the United States Army!"

 "Oh really."

 "Um...well, perhaps a few."  The general coughed and even blushed a bit.
"Sorry to say it, sir, but even the gays aren't much help.  As soon as they
get close to the enemy, they just start going at it with each other.  In the
end, it's the same result...um, no pun intended."

 All eyes in the room returned to the screen, where the soldiers gradually
gave in to their desires.  Guns were dropped, and blouses were opened.  The
women smiled knowingly at each other as the soldiers began to suck their
breasts.  "At this point, the men are pretty much doomed."  Uniforms were
hastily discarded, revealing rigid cocks that soon found their way into the
pussies of the grinning women.  "They are no longer soldiers; they're now
part of the problem."

 The general turned off the display, to the unspoken disappointment of most
of the viewers in the room.  "The only viable military option is therefore a
long-range strike of some kind."

 The President blinked.  "You mean...bombing our own people?"

 "Those are not our people anymore, sir.  They are mindless savages, and we
must destroy them before they infect the rest of the world with their
madness.  I know it's a difficult thing to do, but I honestly believe that
we have no choice.  For the sake of civilization, we must use force to
destroy this threat."

 "Isn't there a non-violent solution?  Can't we try to reason with them?"

 "We've tried that, sir.  Every attempt has been unsuccessful; they want
only sex, and they won't stop until the rest of the world has become
corrupted."

 "What about trying to find a cure?"

 The general shook his head.  "We've got research teams working around the
clock, but so far they've been unable to come up with anything useful.  They
say it's some sort of mind-altering drug, but they have no idea how to cure
the effects.  It's also proving extremely difficult to safely capture test
subjects, and we've already lost a couple of research centers due to
outbreaks resulting from careless security measures.  All it takes is one
whiff from an infected woman's pussy, and within a few hours the whole
building is contaminated."

 Bush sighed.  "Well, does anyone else have any other ideas?"

 The room was silent.

 "All right, then...give me a moment to think.  I'll address the nation in
an hour."  He paced back and forth as the men filtered out of the room,
desperately trying to think of an alternative.  He pressed a button on the
intercom.  "Veronica, bring me some coffee, would you?"

 A moment later, the door opened and an attractive young woman walked in.
She smiled at the president as she handed him a cup of coffee.  "Thank you,
Veronica."

 "You're welcome, sir.  Will there be anything else?"

 "Yes.  Get a notepad; I need to work on a speech."  He took a sip of
coffee, noticing a strange aftertaste.  "Is this a new blend?"

 Veronica smiled and nodded.  "I made a special batch for you.  I figured
you could use it."

 Bush smiled back at the young intern.  She really was beautiful, and he
couldn't help glancing at her long, shapely legs.  He had been advised not
to keep such pretty young women on his staff, especially after the Lewinsky
incident...but he felt confident that his scruples were far better than
Clinton's had been.  Just because the girl was young and beautiful didn't
mean that he had to have sex with her.  He drank the rest of his coffee.

 The intercom buzzed.  "The prime minister of Spain is on the phone, sir.
He says it's an emergency."

 Bush sighed.  Everything was an emergency right now.  "Put him through,
Anne."

 He picked up the phone.  "Hello, this is President Bush speaking."

 "President Bush?  Thank God...I was hoping that they had not gotten to you
yet.  It seems that most of the other foreign leaders have already come
under the influence of this depravity that is sweeping up the world."

 "No, I'm still safe," said Bush.  He glanced at Veronica, who had perched
herself on the side of his desk, fairly close to him.  His eyes followed the
curve of her body as she sat there, paying particular attention to the
delightful shape of her ass.  He imagined that her naked body would be
wonderful to look at.

 "I am glad to hear it," said the prime minister.  "I want to know if you
have had any thoughts about how to resolve this situation."

 "As a matter of fact, I just met with my top officials."  Bush watched as
Veronica untied her hair, allowing the long dark curls to fall freely to her
shoulders.  He felt his cock beginning to stir.  "We tried to think up some
strategies, but at this point our options seem rather limited."

 "I agree.  Some of our experts are recommending military action."

 Veronica slowly moved her legs apart as she jotted notes on her tablet,
seemingly unaware that she was allowing the president to see up her skirt.
"Yes, our people have also suggested long-range strikes of some sort."  His
cock was really starting to get hard now.  "I don't know if it's the best
thing to do, but the more I think about it," he stared at Veronica's inner
thighs, "the more I like it."

 "Yes, it appears we have no alternative.  We are between a rock and a hard
place, as they say."

 Veronica hopped down from the desk and moved directly in front of the
president.  Straddling her legs over his, she slowly sank her body down
until her ass was on his lap.  "Veronica...what are you doing?  Get off me!"

 "President Bush?"  There was alarm in the prime minister's voice.  "What's
wrong?"

 Bush couldn't respond, because Veronica was kissing him.  He felt her
tongue lapping against his lips, and he couldn't help opening his own mouth
and allowing her inside.  As they kissed each other, Bush felt his cock
becoming painfully erect.  The scent of roses seemed to fill the room.

 When the kiss ended, Bush shook his head.  "Veronica, no...I can't do
this."  The young woman simply smiled and began to unbutton her blouse.
"Veronica, I mean it."  He watched as her blouse slowly opened, button by
button.  "You're one of them, aren't you?"  She smiled and nodded.  Her bra
was now visible to him, a lacey pink cobweb that barely concealed her plump
breasts.  "You can't make me do this," said Bush, even as he stared at her
luscious curves.  "I won't be your slave."  He watched in fascination as she
unfastened her bra, allowing her fleshy jugs to jiggle deliciously in front
of him, just a few inches from his mouth.

 "You WILL be my slave," she said.  "That coffee you just drank contained a
powerful drug, which is starting to work its way to your brain even now.
There's no way you can stop it.  In a few minutes, you'll be fucking me.
And once you've had your orgasm, part of your mind will shut down.  You'll
be a sexual creature, wanting only to please the insatiable hunger of your
cock."

 The president shook his head.  "You're insane.  I'm the president of the
United States.  I won't be corrupted."

 "Oh, really?" Veronica grinned.  "Then push me away."

 Bush put his hands on her bare shoulders, but was unable to shove.  To do
so would mean that he wouldn't be able to feel her body against his, her ass
pressing against his stiff cock.  He realized that he wanted her here,
sitting in his lap.  He wanted to touch her, and lick her...and yes, fuck
her.  Just a quick fuck...no one would need to know.  Hell, if Clinton could
do it...

 His hands slid down from her shoulders to the slopes of her breasts.  His
fingers traced her fleshy curves, lifting them up and gently massaging them.
Veronica smiled.  "That's better," she purred.  "I have nice breasts, don't
I?"  The president nodded, his hands sliding all over her chest, tickling,
squeezing, rubbing.  "Why don't you suck on them?" she asked, grinning.

 Bush looked at those swollen pink nipples, so tantalizingly close.  He knew
that as soon as he started suckling her, he would truly be lost.  Veronica
saw him hesitate, and pushed her body forward, pressing her breast against
his face.  This was the last straw; the feeling of her supple flesh against
his mouth was too much.  He opened his lips and started to lick her breast.
She smiled triumphantly as she felt his tongue latch on to her nipple,
eagerly pulling and sucking at the engorged tit.  "Yes, that's
it...suck...suck...suck..."

 The president suckled the young woman as if he was an infant again,
insistently tugging at her nipple with his lips and tongue.  His fingers
moved across her back and down to her ass, caressing and pressing her close
to him.  After a few minutes of greedy slurping, he was surprised to feel
liquid squirt into his mouth.  He looked at her breasts and saw that milk
was dribbling out of her engorged nipple stalks, and he quickly leaned
forward to lick up the sweet juice.  Veronica smiled and urged him to drink,
knowing full well that every sip would bring him closer to losing his mind.

 The intercom buzzed again.  "Sir, it's the Spanish prime minister again.
He said you were cut off."

 Bush paused his tit licking long enough to say, "Put him through."  He
picked up the receiver.  "President Bush here."

 "President Bush...is everything all right?  It sounded like you were in
trouble."

 "No, no trouble, prime minister.  Everything is going well over here."  He
stared at Veronica's body as she began to peel off the rest of her blouse.
He couldn't wait to run his tongue all over that smooth young belly of hers.

 "I'm glad to hear it.  About the missile strikes..."

 "Yes, well...I've changed my mind about that.  I don't think it's right to
kill so many people, just because they want to have sex.  I mean, hell, I
want to have sex...does that make me a bad person?"  He grinned at Veronica
as she slid her skirt to the floor.  Now she was wearing only her pink
panties.  He leaned forward and kissed her cunt through the flimsy material.

 "Mr. President, we are not talking about normal sexual activity.  We are
talking about a plague of lust that reduces people to savage animals.
Surely you do not want the whole world to become infected by this madness?"

 "Oh, I don't know."  He watched as Veronica's panties slid down her legs.
"Right now I'm looking at the pussy of a beautiful young girl, and I can
think of nothing I would like more than to shove my cock into her."

 "Mr. President, sir...you mustn't!"

 "I must!" said Bush, sliding his pants off.  "I have to fuck her.  I wish
you could see her sitting here on my desk, prime minister.  Her legs are
wide apart, and she wants me to stick my dick into her pussy.  And I'm going
to give her exactly what she wants, because it's also what I want."

 "No, sir...don't do it!  You'll become a slave to lust, like the rest of
them.  Your mind will be lost!"

 "I don't want my mind anymore," said the president.  "I want to screw this
sexy girl.  My cock is right against her cunt," he said, rubbing the tip of
his swollen penis against her vulva.  "She's already so wet, it's amazing.
Oh, wait...hang on, she wants to talk to you."  He handed the phone to the
naked girl.

 "Hello, prime minister.  My name is Veronica."

 "Veronica...you must not do this to him.  You will destroy him!"

 Veronica gasped and moaned.  "It's too late.  His cock just went inside me.
Oh, I can feel it...I can feel his hard meat, digging up into my cunt...oh,
it feels wonderful!"

 "You have to stop him, Veronica...please, I beg you..."

 Veronica giggled.  "I don't think I could stop him even if I wanted to.
He's started fucking me, and I don't know any man who can stop himself once
his dick has started sliding back and forth inside a warm, wet pussy like
mine.  It just feels too good once you start doing it.  He's not going to
stop, and I don't want him to.  I want him to keep pushing that dick of his
in and out of my pussy until he can't stand it anymore.  You should see the
look on his face!  I don't think he's ever been so horny in his life."  She
began to grunt.  "Oh...wait...*ungh*...he's fucking me faster
now...*ungh*...I don't know if I can...*ungh*...talk much
longer...*ungh*..."

 The prime minister was shouting angrily.  "Don't do it...don't turn him
into an animal!"

 "Too late...*ungh*...he's already an animal...*ungh*...he's fucking
me...*ungh*...so hard now...*ungh*...yes, that's
it...*ungh*...yes...*ungh*...oh, my clit...*ungh*...yes...*ungh*...oh,you
animal!...*ungh*...yes...*ungh*...yes...*ungh*...YES!"

 Veronica dropped the phone and screamed as rivulets of cream started to
leak from her pussy, trickling into a small pool on the president's desk.
It took a few seconds before she was able to speak again.

 "Are you still there, prime minister?  Sorry about that, I sort of lost
control of myself.  You'll be happy to know that the president's not fucking
me anymore.  Instead, he's licking my pussy - which is probably just as bad,
because the more pussy juice that he drinks, the more his mind will belong
to me.  You might as well forget about him, because in a few seconds from
now, he'll be fucking me again...and once he unloads his sperm into my
pussy, it's all over."

 "Damn you, you evil woman," said the prime minister.  He didn't mention to
her that he was stroking his own cock at a rapid pace.

 "If you were here with me right now, prime minister, you wouldn't be saying
such things.  I'm pretty sure that you would be sucking my tits and fucking
my pussy, just like the president.  He's got his cock back inside me, by the
way.  It's picking up speed...I think...*ungh*...I think he's
really...*oh!*...he's really going to do it this time...*ungh*...he's going
to shoot his load...*ungh*...up into my womb...*ungh*...isn't that right,
Mr. President...*ungh*...are you...*ungh*...are you going to plant a baby in
my belly?"  Veronica moaned and writhed as President Bush continued to bang
his cock in and out of her juicy cunt.  "I think he is...*oh!*...I think
he's really going to do it...*ungh*...oh, Mr. President!"

 Bush could feel his orgasm drawing closer and closer.  He slowed his pace a
little, his cock now driving into her pussy with slow, insistent thrusts.
This was it...he was going to shoot his seed into this sexy young girl.  She
had dropped the phone on the desk and was now moaning lustfully as he
screwed her.  Her young body was so sexy; he was amazed that he had even
thought about resisting her.  He felt a telltale tightening in his balls,
and pushed her thighs even wider apart for the final few pushes.  His cock
sawed in and out of her tight young twat until he felt his cum erupt inside
her, spewing wads of semen into her fertile womb.  His ejaculation into her
cunt triggered a second orgasm in her, and she bucked and heaved as her own
cum began to spurt from her cock-filled pussy.

 Across the Atlantic, the prime minister of Spain moaned and vigorously
rubbed his cock.  His orgasm was so close; he almost wished that Veronica
was here with him.  Just then, the door opened, and a secretary walked in.
The prime minister tried to hide what he was doing, but she just smiled and
walked closer to him.  "Please, allow me to help you," she said, as she
started to take off her own clothes.  In a few seconds, the head of the
Spanish government was busy sucking the tits of a naked young woman who
smiled down at him in sinister satisfaction.


to be continued...

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