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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica/Suspense/Thriller
Description: They Brought America to Its Knees - Because U.S. Politicians Spend So Much Time on Their Knees! North Korean agents -- Charley's Angels meet the KGB -- infiltrate the US presidency. They seduce the President, the Vice President, the Secretary of Defense and the head of the secret service. One of them feminizes the president. Another brings out the First Lady's lesbian side. The Secretary of Defense is transformed into a stammering, helpless dolt and the head of the secret service becomes an eager, pussy-whipped traitor. The most CONTROVERSIAL novel we have EVER published! A crazy, sexy story - other publishers refused to touch! A savage comment on American politics. And a sexy novel.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2010

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [351 KB]
Words: 77878
Reading time: 222-311 min.

PROLOGUE: A YOUTHFUL INDISCRETION

Paul heard a knock on Werkeley's office door. He opened his mouth to grant permission to enter but the visitor came in without pause anyway. He paused in the act of positioning the portraits of his girlfriend on the desk.

She was a tan, attractive co-ed wearing a tight red top adorned with the three Greek letters of a sorority. Her ample breasts were prominent in the stretchy fabric. She wore yellow tights. The girl couldn't have been a day older than 19.

'Who are you?' she said and frowned. 'Where is Professor Werkeley?' Her voice had the impatient whine of a spoiled brat who had been kept waiting.

'Who are you?'

'I'm Tanya! When is he, you know, when is he gonna be back?'

'Not anytime soon, I'm afraid.' He lifted a picture and moved it a little further back. There. 'I can try to pass him a message but he is in the hospital and he doesn't have the strength to deal with a whole lot right now.'

'Really?'

'Yes.'

'Is the exam still on? I mean, it's still his course, right?'

'Hopefully he will recover,' said Paul with withering scorn. 'Which course?'

'International Relations something,' she said. 'The one where we reviewed, what the hell was it, something like World War I the first class.'

'108. That would be International Relations 108,' said Paul. 'I know because I am the Teacher's Assistant for that course.' He paused diplomatically. 'I don't remember you from class.' Now that he got a better look, he actually did, from the very first session. She never came to class thereafter and he was somewhat disappointed. She was certainly decorative. Irrespective of his academic duties he was still a healthy male; he would have remembered those breasts if they were on this degree of prominent display every Tuesday and Thursday morning.

'He is definitely not going to give the exam for 108. He can barely sit up on his hospital bed. If you want to send him a card there are some students who --'

'Cool. So everyone gets an A, right?' She reached into her tote bag and pulled out a wad of chewing gum. She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth. She used bright pink lipstick. Her light blue eyes roved over the desk.

'Is that your girlfriend?'

'Excuse me?'

She leaned forward -- he couldn't help glancing at her revealing cleavage -- and picked up the picture he just placed on the desk. She waved it, flashing the whites of her French manicured fingernails. 'This girl. She's Chinese, right?'

'No,' he managed, tearing his eyes from those luscious tits. 'She's Korean. And I'm administering the exam under departmental direction. I've been the Teacher's Assistant and --'

'I will wait for Professor Werkeley to get better, okay? It's like we did the research and stuff together, I've got to take the exam under him.'

'I don't know anything about an underclassman research project.'

'It's like top secret,' she said, her voice turning into an exasperated, petulant whine. 'Ask him.'

'He is barely hanging on, Miss...?'

'You'll give the exam?'

'Yes.'

She tossed her dirty blonde hair back and smiled at him. Her teeth were very white in between those hot pink lips. 'But you're so young! It's always someone old and ugly who teaches these things! And you're cute!'

That's laying it on thick, thought Paul. 'Really.'

'Yeah.' Her eyes took in the desk again and rested on the portrait for a moment. 'So when is the exam?'

Paul sighed. He had an inkling that he was going to have to give her some bad news. 'Can I have your last name, please?'

'Uhm, sure. I'm Tanya!' She smiled brightly. 'Tanya Hayes.'

He opened the desk drawer and rummaged through the attendance sheets until he had found the one for Introduction to International Relations, IR 108. He scanned the attendance sheet until he found her name. Sure enough, other than a single checkmark on day one, the rest of the fields were blank. 'Miss Hayes, I'm afraid I can't let you take the exam unless you are on record to have attended at least 80 percent of the classes.'

'Ummm... Like, I had private classes with Professor Werkeley?' she said quickly. 'Just give him a call.' She leaned forward over the desk and rested her hand on his. Her shampoo smelled like lavender. Those light blue eyes sought his through the veil of her eyelashes. 'Pretty please?'

'He can't take any calls. Tanya, university policy mandates that you will have to retake the course.'

'You remembered my name!' she squealed. She clutched his hand with added strength.

He removed his hand from the range of those French manicured fingers. 'I'm sorry.'

She chewed her lips. 'I would be so grateful if you would help me, Professor. Very grateful.' She took the bubble gum out of her mouth. Her lips stayed slightly parted; the tip of her pink tongue appeared a hair's distance from her upper lip. 'Please?'

He pointedly adjusted Chung-Ae's portrait. 'No.'

She rested a forefinger on her exposed cleavage. The fingertip slid down her skin until the long nail snagged on the fabric. Her breasts became slightly more pronounced.

He tried to be direct and diplomatic at the same time. 'Being nice to me won't get you out of this difficulty, Miss Hayes.'

'I'm not trying to be nice,' she said, obviously exasperated. 'Come on!'

'I can't let you take the exam.' He averted his eyes from the offered spectacle. Those breasts were impressive. Still, he was only speaking the truth. 'I have a lot of work to do, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave.'

She stared at him, mouth agape, as if he said something she has never heard before in her entire life. 'You're asking me to leave?'

'Yes, please. Consult your academic advisor. You can retake the course next term if you like.'

'I guess you don't like me,' she whined. 'But I'm so nice!'

'Nice will not get you a passing grade, Miss Hayes.'

She rolled her eyes. 'Oh come on!'

'You can retake the course next year.'

'You already said that once. I don't have the time to take this stupid course again.'

'You haven't attended it this year anyway.'

'I mean I don't want to graduate late. Can't we work something out?' She blatantly traced her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. 'Some extra credit?'

'Miss Hayes!'

She smiled nervously. 'Don't get your panties up in a bunch, Professor. Just an idea.'

'I can't let you take the exam and that's final.'

Her smile disappeared, to be replaced by an expression of sheer impatience and rage. 'I have to pass this course, got it?! You'll help me and like it, they all do when it comes to it, even the married ones.' She speculatively began to massage her tits, watching his eyes. Those French manicured nails slid beneath her top and pulled aside the fabric. 'I saw you look at my tits,' she cooed. 'You will help me out and I might let you touch them.'

'Don't make me call security,' he said, but his eyes remained riveted on the luscious mounds of flesh she was baring one tempting inch at a time.

'If you call them I will yell rape. And your dick is hard. I can tell it's hard.' She pointedly looked in the direction of his raging erection. 'It's standing up in your pants. It wasn't hard like that when I was being nice. It's only been hard like that since I've started to get pushy.'

'That's not true,' he lied. 'I don't get turned on by bitchy women.'

'Of course not,' she sneered. 'You don't get turned on by bitchy women. You'll do as I say and you'll like it, you pussy.'

She called him a pussy. Jesus he was getting hard. 'I most certainly will do no such a thing.'

'I think you're dying to become a pantywaist pushover,' sneered Tanya. 'I know I'm right, I can tell your type from a mile away.' She peeled off her top. Her breasts were huge, the nipples large, pink and erect.

'Please leave,' he muttered weakly.

She giggled and stood, making her breasts bounce. He couldn't look away. Tanya smirked and with a casual swipe of her manicured fingers turned over Chung-Ae's portrait. Her breasts poked into his chest and that dirty blonde hair enveloped him. She smelled like fresh soap and the promise of filthy forbidden sex.

'Now I will fuck you to close the deal,' she purred. She gave him a playful slap on the cheek. It was a gesture of utmost contempt. 'There is nothing you can do about it, pussy.'

She unzipped his pants and he felt her fingers probe around in there until she found her target. 'So hard. So pussy likes it when he's told he is a pussy. Pussy likes it when he is told what to do. Don't you worry, pussy.' She critically examined his rock hard erection. 'This won't take long at all.'

'I can't,' he sobbed. 'I love my girlfriend!'

'I know,' she cooed. 'It's such a shame!' She began to rub his cock with her hand, a rhythmic debasement of his character and flesh. 'Just relax, Professor. Or whatever you are. Teacher's pet, teacher's aid, whatever. That old geezer didn't put up this much of a fight when I showed him the goods.'

She stopped manipulating him and lay down on the desk. She registered his trapped gaze with a smile of obvious satisfaction. The young co-ed slowly, seductively wriggled out of her tights. It was like a serpent shedding her skin. She didn't have any panties on; her pussy was completely shaved. The lips were pink and glistening with moisture.

Paul swallowed hard. His eyes remained helplessly trapped by the sordid display. Not even Chung-Ae's pussy was shaved, even though she didn't have much hair down there.

His seductress spread her legs wide.

'Push your dick in my pretty co-ed twat, Professor,' she said and giggled. 'Seal the deal. I get an A and pussy gets to slide his boner into my gorgeous pink cunt.'

'But it's against the rules,' he whined. He realised how pathetic he sounded. 'It's against University policy!'

She smirked and contemptuously reached out to his exposed member. She pulled his cock, tugging on it, pulling it ever closer to her yawning wet hole. 'Just stop thinking with your brain, pussy,' she purred. 'Just put it in there.' She licked her lips. 'I told you to fuck me, you pantywaist little bitch.'

He felt the tip of his cock push against her pussy lips. She was so wet, it took no effort on his part to brush past the token resistance of her folds. Her cunt was warm and moist and it gripped his member like a hungry, living thing.

'Oh god,' moaned Paul. 'Oh wow. This feels great.' Her pussy was tight and really wet. Now that he was inside of her he didn't have a choice -- he began to thrust in and out, assuming an automated, monotonous rhythm. He thought of stopping but his member seemed to have different ideas.

'I know,' smirked Tanya. 'Tell me how great it feels to fuck my co-ed twat, Professor.'

'It feels great, Tanya,' gasped Paul. 'Oh wow.'

She lifted her legs high up, allowing his cock deeper access. She rested her feet on his shoulder. Her voice dripped contempt. 'That's it, pussy. That's it. Now here is the deal. You will do whatever I tell you. In exchange, I will fuck you every week. You will kiss my ass like a good boy and give me an A.' She cruelly grabbed the base of his cock in mid thrust and slithered off him. 'And you will do my papers.'

'Can I go back in?' he whimpered.

'Papers, pussy.'

'Papers,' he whispered. So it was against the rules. It wasn't like he was stealing a car. 'Okay.'

She graduated with honours.