Big Dick Diplomacy Ch. 02

Author's Note: Due to the response to the first chapter, I've outlined two more to continue this story. I hope you enjoy this work and please leave me a comment if you do. Just as a warning, there's a very brief scene of initial non-consent however it doesn't last. If it's not your cup of tea, please skip it over it.

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President Tom Radford sat behind his desk in the oval office pondering the crumbled remains of the jobs bill in his hands. It had been the same bill that he'd refused to sign three days ago, when it was brought to his desk by the opposition senator, Victoria Blumanthall, and not surprisingly, it was the same bill that the press was now roasting him for as well. They weren't entirely without reason?after all, it was the result of a core promise during his campaign. His refusal to sign it seemed like a betrayal of his own base, or at least that's the way the headline ran across the evening news.

Yet, the bill that was brought to him bore little resemblance to the one that he'd asked for initially. After it had been gone over, stripped apart, and riddled with every degree of pork barrel spending you could imagine, it had become a joke, compromising the very spirit of what it was intended to represent. And there was no way Tom was going to let his term in office be trivialized by assigning his name to such a piece of shit.

However, there was one formidable opponent standing between him and the jobs bill he really wanted?Victoria Blumanthall. The long-legged, sexy brunette senator with deep, dark eyes and a smile that could kill, Victoria was every bit as devious as you could imagine for someone in her position. She didn't get there by any amount of luck. She'd entered the House shortly after being eligible, and served her first two terms making a name for herself as a tough-as-nails fighter with a reputation for being ruthless.

From there, she entered the Senate immediately after, now serving near the end of her second term. That meant that she had nearly sixteen years of political experience with which to frustrate her opponents and get her way. And get her way she often did.

Victoria was the only one willing to stand up to his predecessor, even when that president was a member of her own party. Not only that, but she'd draw a line in the sand and die on it, no matter how the optics might have looked to the general public. Once she'd set her heart on something, there was little chance of getting any other outcome. Despite the odds, Tom had to find a way to get her support on this bill, but he figured he'd have better luck securing peace in the Middle East.

As daunting as it seemed, it was the main reason why he was now walking through the halls of Congress, seeking Victoria's office. Presidents didn't often come to the theoretical center of American power, usually reserving such visits for state of the union addresses. Tom wanted to send a message though, and perhaps if she saw the lengths at which he was willing to go to compromise, she'd be able to get onboard.

That was the hope at least.

As he came to her office, he let out a soft rap against the wooden door and waited for an answer. A young male staffer opened the door, and his eyes went wide at seeing who the guest was.

"M-Mr. President?" he stammered, opening the door wider. "What are you doing here?"

"Here to see Senator Blumanthall, of course," said Tom with a genuine smile. "Is she around?"

He looked like he didn't know what to say. Tom couldn't say he blamed him. It wasn't every day you answered the door to find the President of the United States.

"Let me check with her," he said quickly, ushering Tom inside. The main entrance for the office led into a sitting room where most of the staffers worked. There were two doors on each side of the room, and Tom guessed that one of them led to Victoria's office while another led to more personal quarters.

"If you have a seat, I'll check with her right now," said the staffer.

Tom made himself comfortable by sitting down on a plush, leather sofa that occupied the center of the room. He turned to watch the other staffers in the room as they gawked at him and his Secret Service detail. Most of the staffers were young and idealistic so the majority of looks he received contained significantly veiled disdain. Tom shrugged it off. He was used to it by now.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" said a rich, feminine voice off to his left. Tom turned his head to look directly at Victoria as she leaned against the wooden frame of her office. For an opponent that could make his life hell, she sure looked angelic. She wore a purple blouse with gold buttons which tapered in tight against her waist. Her arms were crossed just below the second button, framing her bosom spectacularly. Her black slacks were tight as well, framing each of her long legs and completing the picture.

Her long, dark hair shimmered with enough shine to light the middle of the night, and her green Kastamonu Escort eyes sparkled with a combination of intrigue and annoyance. For a second, Tom forget why he was there.

Ah, the jobs bill.

"Good to see you, Victoria," he said, pushing up from the couch and reaching out for her hand. It was warm and soft, a direct contrast to the steely demeanor she was trying to portray. She shook his hand professionally and beckoned him inside her office.

"It's not everyday I get the President knocking at my door," she said as she took her seat. "Tell me, what's the special occasion?"

"Do I need a special reason to see my favorite senator?" asked Tom with a lighthearted chuckle. He hoped that disarming her upfront might make this easier.

Unfortunately, Victoria barely smiled.

"Cut the shit, Tom. Why are you here?" she asked more firmly. "The next state of the union is six months away so what other reason could you be in my office? I'm sure it has nothing to do with my jobs bill that you refused to sign."

"I refused to sign it because it wasn't what I asked for," he said simply.

Victoria's eyebrows lowered. "It was exactly what you asked for. You've spent the last three months talking about nothing else."

"Almost every provision that I actually wanted in there was stripped out of it. How am I supposed to bring back American jobs with a weak bill? Where would be my integrity then?"

She let out a rich laugh. "I know you of all people didn't just start sprouting off about integrity. Your campaign was the very opposite of integrity."

"I fought back when I was attacked if that's what you mean."

She glared at him. "How presidential of you."

It became apparent that this wasn't going anywhere. Tom took a few seconds to get his breathing under control, and he softened the expression on his face. "Victoria, I didn't come here to pick a fight. I just wanted to talk about the bill."

"What more is there to talk about? You refused to sign it so that's it, Tom. No do-overs, no nothing. Move on."

"I can't move on right now," he said quietly. "It's important that I make this work with what I promised."

"What you promised and what you got are two different things," she insisted.

"My team has researched this and proven that my plan would actually build the jobs that?"

Victoria held up her hand. "Save it for the campaign, Tom. I couldn't give two shits about what you're trying to accomplish. All the public is going to remember is that you campaigned so hard for this bill only to turn it down. You might as well not even run for reelection for breaking your main promise. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a lame duck that I need to wait out."

She was hoping to provoke him. Hoping that he would get so angry that he would storm out, but Tom had an abundance of patience with him that day. And if Victoria couldn't be reasoned with this way, he'd just try another tactic.

"What if you were seen co-sponsoring my new bill? We revise it, put in some more revisions that my base will like to see, and you can add some for yours as well," he suggested. "A compromise if you will. Then we both get what we want."

"Maybe what I want is to see you humiliated in public? Have you thought about that?"

"Why would you turn down this opportunity to secure a win for the both of us, Victoria? Just for the sake of petty politics?"

She started to laugh. "You haven't been in Washington long enough, Tom, but here, everything is about petty politics. What's bad for you is good for me. End of story. Besides, I'm rather enjoying what the press has to say about you lately. You only took the presidency due to a fluke. You'll be remembered as a one-term failed president. I just need to wait you out."

He was nearing the end of his patience. Her words were starting to have the desired effect, and Tom felt his cheeks starting to flush with anger. "And here I thought that you might be pragmatic. That if I offered you something worthy to attach your name to, you might latch on in your own self-interest."

"Sorry to disappoint you, Tom," she said with a simple shrug. "This is how the game is played in Washington. You'll learn soon enough. If you survive."

Tom stood up in a hurry, knowing the meeting was already over. He was ready to spit nails in anger, and the last thing he wanted to look at was Victoria's condescending, yet beautiful face.

Funnily enough, when he stood, Victoria's eyes remained level with his body and landed straight on his crotch. Her gaze lingered almost a moment too long before flickering back to his eyes. It was a look he was familiar with, his reputation widely known throughout the country for his endowment. No doubt she had briefly wondered if the rumors were true, but the moment passed as quickly as it began.

"I very much enjoyed our little chat, Mr. President," she said as he opened the door to his office. Predictably, Kastamonu Escort Bayan the staffers had assembled to listen right outside the door, scattering as soon as it creaked open.

"It's always a pleasure when our paths cross, Victoria," he said with fake sincerity. The last thing he'd allow was for her to get the better of him publicly. Even if that meant putting on a show for the staffers' sake.

Tom gestured to his Secret Service detail and stormed out of the office, letting the door slam in his wake. Maybe it was too much, but he needed some way to communicate his displeasure, and it wasn't like he could go back to the White House and start throwing antique china.

Victoria had been craftier than he thought. His appeal to her self-interest had been trumped by even more self-interest on her part. Her entire goal seemed to be to seek his own humiliation, even to spite any gains it could have brought her own state. She wasn't one of those senators that was motivated by a sense of justice or doing better for her own people. No, Victoria was motivated by power alone.

He supposed it was only natural for a woman who'd been in the very center of power for so long to crave the only real currency there was, but it made his goal that much more difficult. Without Victoria, any jobs bill had no chance of passing through the Senate. Even if she was more resolute than ever about working against him, he'd still need to find a way or give up on a central campaign promise.

Both prospects were equally frightening for their potential repercussions.

*****

The rest of the day was uneventful by presidential standards. Tom had a late lunch around two before he was scheduled to meet with party leaders by midafternoon. After that was a cabinet meeting, always a tedious affair that left him drained and ready for some relaxation. That didn't happen until around nine-thirty that evening, when the last of the daily work had melted away.

As soon as the last visitor left his office, Tom loosened his tie and crumpled against one of the couches. Bringing his hand to his eyes, he rubbed them for several seconds as a way to stop the tension. It had been a trying day, mostly due to Victoria's attempts to railroad any kind of compromise. He knew that ripping up the old bill would have consequences, but this seemed almost insurmountable. He was in desperate need of some stress release.

For some reason, his mind reverberated back to the scene inside the senator's office. He remembered how she eyed his crotch as he stood up, those dark eyes intrigued at what might lay beneath. He allowed himself to picture what that might look like. Victoria on her knees in front of him, using her hands to stroke his cock while her tongue tickled the tip. It was a delightful thought yet one far removed from reality. Victoria, should she even come close to finding herself in that position, was more liable to bite the tip rather than to lick it.

Even still, the image put some steel in his erection, and he found himself on the verge of needing relief. Not having cum since the night almost a week ago with Olga, Tom was anxious for a pair of experienced hands or a wet, tight hole.

There was a knock at the main door to the office. Tom groaned out loud.

"What do you want?" he yelled at the door.

His Secret Service detail for the night, Norm, poked his head in. "Sir, you have a visitor."

"At nine-thirty at night? Who the hell can it be, Norm?"

Norm cracked a smile. "I think you'll like this one, sir."

Tom pursed his lips, his curiosity stoked. The last thing he wanted was an unintended visitor, especially with the way he felt right now. He adjusted his cock, wanting to give off some image of propriety.

It was hardly needed.

The first thing he saw was the blonde hair, followed by the mischievous and demure smile of the woman who almost always left him satisfied. Olga slipped into the office, quickly making her way to the couch and crawling beside him.

"How are you here right now?" asked Tom, nearly gawking at her sudden appearance. "I think this has to break like ten different laws that I know of to have a foreign spy in the oval office."

Olga grinned. "Da, Mr. President. It feels quite good to be a naughty girl."

Tom could only laugh at that, before turning to make sure the curtains were closed to the outside world. The last thing he needed was some paparazzi getting this on film. "What are you doing here?"

"I was horny, and I wanted to see you," said Olga while tracing her finger along his jaw.

"And you just waltzed right into the White House?"

Olga pursed her lips and tapped her finger against his face. "No, I've had special arrangements made with your Secret Service detail. They arranged everything and brought me in unseen by anyone else. It's just the two of us here."

"Well, that's a relief," said Tom with a chuckle. "Sorry for the confused response Escort Kastamonu just now. It's been a long day, and I feel like my brain is a little fried at the moment."

Olga smiled and kissed him roughly. "Perhaps you just need something to take the edge off? Something that will make you feel much better?"

Tom grinned. "What did you have in mind?"

He wasn't surprised when she reached out to grab his cock, still partially hard from earlier. "I think this will do just nicely, don't you think?"

A low groan escaped his throat. "You have no idea how badly that's needed right now."

Olga slipped off the couch and positioned herself between his knees. She deftly worked his belt and slacks, pulling them to his feet. His cock emerged a moment later, standing proudly and thick with anticipation of what was to come.

"There's my big friend," cooed Olga as she wrapped her hand around it, giving it several short strokes. "You know, I had to throw away my dildo."

Tom smirked. "Why's that?"

"Nothing else compares to you, and I'd rather have the real thing." She teased the purple tip with her tongue, dribbling saliva to use as lubrication.

Tom hissed as soon as her tongue made contact. "Fuck yes, I love watching you do that."

"I always wanted to give a blow job in a place of power," said Olga while gesturing around. "I always thought it might be in the Kremlin. I never imagined it would actually be in the White House."

"Well, unfortunately, I'm not the first President to get a hummer in the oval office," Tom said with a chuckle.

Olga gripped his cock by the base and slid her tongue along the underside, shivering once she got to the tip. "I hope you have a lot of cum saved up for me."

"It's been a few days," he panted. "I'm sure there will be plenty."

"Good, because I want you to cum down my pretty throat," she said while throwing her golden hair over her shoulder. "Can you fill me with cum, Mr. President? I've been such a naughty spy."

Olga didn't let him answer before she started to attack his cock more furiously. She popped the tip in his mouth but didn't stop there, taking in as much as she could before she started to have trouble. That was only about halfway down by the time her eyes got watery, pulling him out and catching her breath.

"Such a beautiful, thick cock," she moaned, sucking on the tip once more. "I can't wait to make you cum so hard."

"You're going to get all of it," said Tom as his hips thrusted against her face. "Especially when you take it all the way into your mouth."

"You mean, like this?" Olga demonstrated her skill once more, not resting until her lips had slid halfway down his shaft. It was an impressive amount for any woman, especially given the size of his member.

He'd barely answered her when she began to really suck him. She moved with a hard pace, her head bobbing to a timed rhythm as she pleasured his cock. The sounds of slurping filled the room, and some beads of saliva slipped out of her mouth and onto the polished floor below. One hand still worked his shaft, getting the portions she couldn't reach by mouth. Olga's other hand had slipped under her shirt, no doubt teasing her nipples as she continued to work his cock.

She then took a break from his shaft briefly to attend to his balls, slipping each one in her mouth and applying gentle pressure against them. "I can almost taste your cum already," she purred after she let the last one slip out of her mouth. "So big and full, all for me." She then went to the tip once more.

"Fuck, yes, keep doing that," said Tom with a heavy pant. "That's going to get me there really fast."

"Not too fast, I hope," winked Olga before she attacked him with full fury. Tom was trying to hold back at that point, but it just felt too good. Olga's reputation was well-earned, and she seemed to be coaxing the cum from him just on will alone. It was all he could do to hold out before the sudden rush coursed through his body, and the pleasure overwhelmed him.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," roared Tom just as Olga pushed down his shaft as deep as she could go. He felt the first mighty spurt hit the back of her throat as her hand milked him of everything he had to offer. The orgasm was so intense that the room was practically spinning. Tom's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt four or five more powerful blasts fill her mouth while he rode the waves of orgasmic intensity.

To her credit, Olga didn't miss a single drop. She kept swallowing until his orgasm ended, confident that she had grabbed all of it. She made a big show of swallowing the last mouthful, a heavy amount tinged with her saliva that easily went down the hatch.

"So delicious," she purred, her accent making the phrase sound even sexier. "That's exactly what I've been needing."

"You and me both," said Tom with a heavy pant. His entire body felt weak after that orgasm, and all he wanted now was to sleep. "It's amazing what a good cum can do to make you feel so much better."

Olga grinned and slipped back onto the couch. "I've been thinking about getting a taste of you all day. Unfortunately, you had to be the president, and this was the only time I could catch you."

Tom chuckled. "Sorry about that."