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Subject: {ASSM} Hill's the Boss 1 (MF, cons, anal, toys, FDom)
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Author: Hill's the Boss
Title: Hill's the Boss 1
Keywords: MF, cons, anal, toys, strap-on, dildo, FDom

Disclaimer: If you are considered to be too young to receive erotic
content in your jurisdiction, please go somewhere else.

If you might be offended by the idea of Hillary Clinton in an erotic
story, please go somewhere else.

This story includes real people as characters; the story, however, is
fiction.

Comments welcome at alt.sex.stories.d

		Hill's the Boss 1

	With a tuxedo on my back and a written invitation in my hand, I
was escorted right to the door of the Presidential Suite of the Hotel
Y in Los Angeles.  I knocked and was greeted by Hillary Rodham
Clinton, who was wearing only a bathrobe and a smile.

	But let me begin at the beginning.

	It all started in 1999, when rumors first surfaced that First Lady
Hillary Rodham Clinton was considering a run for the Senate.  Because
I had always admired Mrs. Clinton as a strong woman with passionate
convictions, I sent an e-mail to FirstLady@WhiteHouse.gov encouraging
her to run.  I had no hope that she would actually see my e-mail.  She
was the most active First Lady in history.  She must have gotten
thousands of
pieces of correspondence -- pro and con -- every day.

	I am a political consultant for Democratic candidates in the Los
Angeles area.  (Unless you're in the business, you've never heard of
me.)  I also have friends in New York state politics.  So when Mrs.
Clinton announced in 2000 that she would run for Senator, I sent her
the occasional e-mail offering political advice.  I thought I
could offer some knowledgable advice from an outsider's perspective.
Still I got no answer, until September when I received
the following e-mail:

From: FirstLady@WhiteHouse.gov
To: XXX@...
Subject: Thank you for your e-mails
Date: September 21, 2000

Dear Mr. XXX,

	As you can imagine, I don't have time these days to read all
of my e-mails, much less respond to them with the individual
attention they deserve.  However, I must tell you I have read your
helpful e-mails, and I appreciate them.  I have given my secretary
orders to make sure I see them as soon as they arrive.

Sincerely,
Hillary Rodham Clinton

	After she was elected, I continued to correspond with Senator
Clinton, though strictly on political matters.  In 2002, I received
this e-mail:

From: Hillary.Clinton@Senate.gov
To: XXX@...
Subject: Difficult Times
Date: June 1, 2002

Dear Mr. XXX,

	As you may have heard, I'm working on a book about my
years as First Lady.  I've gotten to the part about Bill and that
bitch, Monica Lewinsky.  I'm finding it difficult to relive those
times.  You've always been so wise in the past, I wonder if you
could give me any advice now?

Very Truly Yours,
Hillary

	I was really taken aback, both by the subject matter and the
personal tone.  I had never received an e-mail like this from Senator
Clinton.  I responded immediately, though with generalities about
how she had been married to Bill Clinton for so long, surely their
love and commitment had seen them through rough times before
and must have seen them through this as well.  After all, they
seemed like the perfect couple on the campaign trail, and Bill
was settling into his role as ex-president and Senator's spouse.

	She wrote back the next day:

From: Hillary.Clinton@Senate.gov
To: XXX@...
Subject: RE: Difficult times
Date: June 2, 2002

Dear Mr. XXX,

	Thank you for your very kind note.  I'll just say right now that
I love Bill, but our marriage is not all it seems to be.  When I have
more time, I'll explain further.

Very Truly Yours,
Hillary

	I wrote back that she didn't owe me an explanation.  I didn't
hear from the Senator for about a month.

From: Hillary.Clinton@Senate.gov
To: XXX@...
Subject: RE: Difficult times
Date: July 7, 2002

Dear Mr. XXX,

	I'm feeling a little down again, and I'm hoping you can cheer
me up.  Tell me, do you find me attractive?

Very Truly Yours,
Hillary

	Again, I wrote back immediately.

From: XXX@...
To: HillsTheBoss@...
Subject: RE: Difficult times
Date: July 7, 2002

Dear Hillary,

	It's not easy to call you that after all this time calling you
the First Lady or Senator Clinton.  As a political advisor, I must
warn you that e-mail sent from your official account could become
public -- either through the actions of a disloyal staffer, a
Republican on the Ethics Committee, or an overzealous prosecutor.
If you want to have a personal correspondence with me, please
use a non-official e-mail address.

Yours,
Joe

From: HillsTheBoss@...
To: XXX@...
Subject: About that question
Date: July 8, 2002

Dear Joe,

	How do you like this e-mail address?  My staff got it for me as
a joke months ago.  This is the first time I'm using it.

	I meant it when I asked that question in my last e-mail.  The book
is still tough-going.  I've had some hard times on the Senate floor.
Republicans on talk radio make such personal remarks about my looks.

	So, how about it?  Do you find me attractive?

Very Truly Yours,
Hillary

From: XXX@...
To: HillsTheBoss@...
Subject: RE: About that question
Date: July 8, 2002

Dear Hillary,

	Oh, yes!  I have always admired strong women.  (My
ex-wife was a strong woman.)  I am awestruck by your beauty,
your brains, your wit, your speaking ability.  I don't know where
to begin (or end), but let me assure that yes, I find you attractive.

Very Truly Yours,
Joe

From: HillsTheBoss@...
To: XXX@...
Subject: RE: About that question
Date: July 9, 2002

Dear Joe,

	You really know how to reassure a girl!

Very Truly Yours,
Hillary

From: XXX@...
To: HillsTheBoss@...
Subject: Another question
Date: July 9, 2002

Dear Hillary,

> You really know how to reassure a girl!

	I hope so.  You deserve it.

	Now, I've got a question for you.  You said last month that your
marriage with Bill is not all it seems.  What does that mean?

Very Truly Yours,
Joe

From: HillsTheBoss@...
To: XXX@...
Subject: RE: Another question
Date: July 9, 2002

Dear Joe,

	[Big sigh]  All right.

	When I found out about Bill's little escapade, it was the most
devastating, shocking and hurtful experience of my life.  He betrayed
me -- and in front of the world, too!

	If he wanted me to stay with him and have a more or less normal
married life, he had to agree to my terms.  When we make love, I get
to dominate Bill.  I get to be on top whenever I want.  I make him
give me orgasm after orgasm before he gets to come.

	I even made Bill agree that, if I want to, I can discreetly take
a lover.  I haven't wanted to -- yet.

	Recently, I told Bill I wanted to fuck him in the ass with a
strap-on.  He said he wouldn't do it.  He said it would make him feel
gay.  Can you believe that?  I guess you can take the boy out of
Arkansas, but you can't take the Arkansas out of the boy.

	Probably more than you wanted to know, but there it is.

Very Truly Yours,
Hillary

	I wanted to let Hillary know that I could help her with her
problem, but I wanted to do it in such a way there would be plausible
deniability (as they say).

From: XXX@...
To: HillsTheBoss@...
Subject: RE: Another question
Date: July 10, 2002

Dear Hillary,

	Thank you for being so candid with me.  I must say I am aroused
by your confessions.  *Everything* about them intrigues me.

Very Truly Yours,
Joe

	I didn't hear from her for a while.  I started to think that she
got embarrassed by what she'd said, or that I had offended her.  Then
this:

From: HillsTheBoss@...
To: XXX@...
Subject: RE: Another question
Date: August 2, 2002

Dear Joe,

	*Everything* I wrote intrigues you?  We'll see about that.

	I'm going to be in LA for a fundraising trip next week.  Meet
me at the Hotel Y, Presidential Suite (like that?), 10 pm, next
Wednesday.

Very Truly Yours,
H.

P.S. I asked around among my California friends, and they say you're
cute.

	That evening, I put on a nice tuxedo.  As someone in the
business, I know how to dress for political events and I have the
wardrobe to match.  I flicked on the evening news, and there was
Hillary going from place to place in a killer black gown.  They said
she had begged off some of the later events, pleading jetlag.

	I showed up at the Hotel Y and headed for the Presidential Suite.
Naturally the floor was swarming with Secret Service.  I marched up to
the guy who seemed to be in charge, showed him a letter from Hillary
(much more formal than her e-mails, of course), and said, "The Senator
is expecting me."

	"Right this way, sir," he said as he led me to her door and then
discreetly withdrew.

	I knocked on the door and Hillary opened it wearing a lush white
bathrobe with the Hotel Y's logo on it.  She pulled me into the room,
threw me on the king-size bed, and climbed on top of me.  She pressed
her body hard into mine, kissing me wildly, thrusting her tongue into
my mouth.

	She raised up to get a better look at me, looked me straight in the
eye and said, "Two rules.  Number one, you will call me Senator, not
Hillary.  Two, tonight is about my pleasure.  If you want anything,
you'll have to ask -- nicely."

	She smiled, but I could tell she meant it.

	"Yes, Senator."

	She dove back to my mouth and fucked it with her tongue.
As she did so, she removed my fancy suit and tie and every other
piece of clothing on me.  She stood up, gazed at my now-stiff cock,
and smiled.  She slowly peeled off the bathrobe, giving me a good
look at her nude body.  She has nicely rounded breasts.  Her hips
and thighs give a man plenty to hold onto -- just the way I like them.

Naturally, she has a full bush; no little girl's bald cunt for her.

	"I find you very attractive, Senator," I said.

	"Good," she said.  "Now lick my pussy!"

	"Yes, Senator."

	I jumped head first between her legs.  My tongue probed through
her bush and parted the sweet lips inside.  I licked up and down and
soon descended on her clit.  I flicked it -- slowly at first and then
faster.  Hillary began moaning and her hips began bucking.  Soon
I had trouble keeping my mouth on her.  Not for long, however.  She
grabbed my head and pressed it down into her cunt.  I made her
come four more times before she let me up.

	When she caught her breath, I asked, "Senator, would you suck
my cock, please?"

	"Certainly," she said and lay me down on the bed.  She licked me
from my balls, up the shaft to the head.  She took me deep in her
mouth and sucked me to ecstasy.  I was rock hard and almost ready to
come.  She stopped then and sat up.

	"Can you believe some people think I don't like sucking cock?" she
said.

	Hillary then reached over and opened the bedside table.  She pulled
out an ornately decorated box with her initials carved on top.  She
opened the box and pulled out some lube.

	"Lie back and hold your knees up," she ordered.  I did as I was
told.

	She put a big gob of lube on her hand, then shoved a finger up
my ass.  I was nervous, and therefore a little tight, but also
excited.  Soon, I loosened up and she was able to insert a second
finger and then a third.  I felt so open and ready for anything, but on

the other hand, I was at the mercy of a powerful woman who was
clearly turned on by the idea of dominating me in every way.

	Hillary stopped and pulled out.  Reaching into the box again, she
pulled out a huge, 8-inch dildo -- one of the more realistic looking
ones, like a real cock with veins and everything.  She arranged the
straps around her hips and thighs.  Hillary's cock was pointing at
me and dangling as if to say, "Your ass is mine!"

	She wasn't done yet.  There was something else in that box
of hers.  She got a tiny bullet vibrator and placed it on her cunt
behind the
dildo.  The vibe's cord and on-off switch hung at her side.

	"Wow," I said, "I thought you said you never used one of these
before."

	"I didn't say that," Hillary replied.  "I just said that Bill wouldn't

let me fuck him with it.  But when I was at Wellesley, my dildo got
quite a workout!"

	She lubed up the dildo and slid it gently into my ass.  She fucked
me slowly at first.  When she saw that I was at ease, and even
enjoying it, she started to fuck me faster.  She turned on the vibe.
As it buzzed softly, her eyes rolled up in her head and she moaned
until she was almost screaming.

	My cock was pleading for relief.  The sight and sensations of
Hillary Clinton fucking me in the ass were almost too much.  She was
so busy fucking me and enjoying her own orgasms that she wouldn't
stop to get me off.

	"Senator, may I stroke my cock, please?"  I begged.  "I really
need it."

	"All right!" she snapped.  "Just do it.  I'm going to come again."

	I started stroking myself and in my excitement called out, "Ah,
Hillary, Hillary!"

	"Call me Senator!" she demanded as she shoved that huge cock
deeper into my ass, opening my hole wider.

	"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

	That show of force aroused us both further.  She came yet again
louder than ever.  I shot my come up to her belly and all over my own.

	"I could be back in L.A. next month," she said as we lay down
together.

	"I could be on the East Coast before that," I responded.

	That was the beginning of my many happy times with Senator
Hillary Rodham Clinton.

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