The President's Club, Chapter 14 Officer Ben Johnson's career took off like a shot after that first ‘Special Assignment’. He would have liked to brag about what happened, but who would have believed him? An assignment to have kinky sex with a beautiful woman – well, he hoped she was beautiful, anyway. With a body like that, who cared, really! Besides, he had given his word not to say anything or pursue the relationship outside of work. His lieutenant nagged him for details, his insistent requests falling just short of a direct order. A discrete call from the Police HQ told him it was a security matter and to leave it be. The caller did not identify herself, only that she was a ‘friend,’ – the lieutenant wondered which secretary had the ‘hots’ for him – and that she did not want to see the lieutenant get hurt, just by being too curious. The message got through, but the lieutenant was pissed. He immediately confronted Ben, and accused him of taking a ‘family’ matter up the chain of command. After Ben was finally able to convince him that he had not informed the Commissioner’s office of the persistent inquiries, it dawned on the senior officer that his stationhouse might be bugged or, worse, under investigation by Internal Affairs. He had his office, the squad room, the locker room, and the cafeteria swept for electronic listening devices, anywhere he could remember talking to Ben about anything. When the sweep revealed 15 listening devices, some as much as 10 years old, the lieutenant shit lava. He had the entire building and every squad car scoured for bugs. He was astounded at the incredible number of devices found. Suddenly, the matter of Ben Johnson and his dealings with the Commissioner’s office became a minor issue. He had major problems in his precinct, and, in all probability, those problems infected the entire force. Ben was transferred soon after the bugs were found. In a way, his lieutenant was sorry to see him go. He felt Ben had the makings of a fine policeman, but given where he was transferred to, it was obvious someone else had noticed Ben as well. Or Ben had kissed a very big political ass. He hadn’t thought Ben was that type. To be honest, he was kind of busy. Ben’s first assignment took him to HQ, where he was in charge of guarding a stack of old records. With nothing else to do, he read through the files, organizing them as he went along. One day in the lunchroom, he overheard a couple of secretaries. They were talking about a critical file that had gone missing. The press was trying to make it out a some kind of cover-up, and her boss was catching Hell for it. So, by extension, was she. Ben recognized the name of the file as one that he had. Ben inquired of the proper way to transfer files between departments, and sent the critical file to the secretary who needed it. His actions came to the attention of the Commissioner. At his strong urging, Ben requested, and received a posting from dead-file guard duty to the office of the Special Investigator in the Commissioner's office. He would be reporting to the Special Investigator herself, Captain Sandra Billings. Having heard of her reputation as an ‘Ice Princess,’ a ‘ball-buster,’ and that she was a flaming lebsbo, Ben was not altogether thrilled at the prospects of working with the wonder woman herself. Rumor had it that her previous assistants – all three of them - had not gone on to bigger and better postings after their time in her office. One had resigned, one had been demoted, and the other was serving time. But it was better than guarding boxes of old files. Or, so he hoped. Cap. Billings, or Sandi, as she had him call her, was neither overly friendly nor was she a cold bitch when they finally met for his interview. She was all business, and that business was a clean police force. She told Ben straight out that she had been investigating him herself. She told him she didn’t give a shit about his politics, his religion or his sexual preferences – she paused here to let him know she knew exactly what those preferences were – , as long as he kept them out of the office and they didn’t interfere with his duties. Ben asked her directly about his three predecessors. She told him. The one who retired had been 65 years old. She still volunteered her services in her office. That was who would be training Ben. The other two had been indicted for taking bribes. The one who had been demoted was simply more clever than the one doing time. She told him straight out that she was confident that both would be behind bars eventually. It was rare for a skunk to change its after shave. Ben assumed her brusque manner was a result of her zeal to have the cleanest police force possible. His new boss took each infraction of the law by an on-duty officer as a personal defeat. Her ardent manner was infectious and soon he was viewing her in an admiring light. She became his hero, or heroine, to be exact. He never noticed the slight tremor in her hands, or the tiny gasps she made when they bumped elbows or knees. He didn’t see the lust in her eyes as she covertly watched him as they went about their duties. It took all of Sandi’s self-control not to tell him, not to drop a hint about who she was, what he meant to her, or anything related to bondage or pain. As time passed, it became slightly easier to be with him. They settled into their roles as colleagues, boss and employee. As they became more comfortable with one another, both of them loosened up a bit about their personal lives. It was only natural. They saw each other on a daily basis; often spending extended time together in tense situations on stakeouts. Ben took her opening up as a sign he had passed her investigation of him. He was relieved that she trusted him enough to share with him some of the details of her life. They often needed to rely on each other for backup, so it was only natural that their relationship gradually evolved into one of partners. The Special Assignments continued during this period and they posed a problem for Ben. The arrangements didn’t come from the Commissioner’s office any more. The other woman, Karin, arranged the following visit each time before he left the mansion. To Ben, that meant they were no longer police business and that he didn’t need to report these activities to his lovely boss. The fact that they had been initiated from there bothered him tremendously, however. He had tried to tell the captain about them right up front, but she had seemed unusually uncomfortable about discussing them, especially when he told her it related to sex. She told him as long as it was consensual and drug-free, she didn’t feel it was necessary to go in to it in any detail. What he did on his own time was his business. But, she said, it did explain his occasional visits to that fancy mansion. She told him the address. He was shaken that she knew the specific house, but glad she was not going to stop him from his visits with his Lady X. He thought he probably would have resigned the force first. At first, while he was still at the precinct, the visits with Lady X were scheduled about every two to three weeks, sometimes during the week, sometimes on weekends. The visits were always on his scheduled day off, which didn’t surprise him, somehow. When he was transferred to HQ, they settled down to about once a month, always on a weekend. HQ did have its privileges, one of which was a regular schedule. Ben hadn't looked at another woman since that first session. Although obtaining sexual release only once a month built up a lot of sexual tension in the young man, he remained fully committed to his mystery lover. When he realized this several months later, he was shocked. He hadn’t been this faithful to anyone, ever. And it wasn’t difficult. He had no interest in anyone but Lady X. Not even the close proximity to the best looking woman in the department piqued his interest. Make that ‘women’. Hell, the whole fucking department could have been models, nude or otherwise, had they wanted. Fucking gorgeous. Captain Billings reputation for fairness attracted nearly every female employee in the force and many from out of state. She only hired the best. The best workers, the best built and the best looking. She staffed it with very attractive young females, mostly single, but that was incidental to their skill and ability to do their jobs. Ben was the only male on her staff, a token of sorts. He thought it ironic and it gave him a new perspective and appreciation for the lone females isolated out in the various precincts. Sandi took pains to quietly observe him with the other staff members in the office. Ben treated each with respect and deference, never responding to their blatant invitations to dinner, a quickie, or other office shenanigans. Most, if not all, of the female staff had crushes on the handsome young officer. He could have had any of them he wanted, whether they were married or not, anytime he wanted. After several uncomfortable –for Ben, anyway – incidents, the Captain had a ‘come to Jesus’ meeting with the ladies in the office. She informed them that if they could not behave appropriately and with decorum while in the office, they could request an immediate transfer, no questions asked. No one asked. Ben may have been nice, but they all knew they would never find another job like they had. Besides, as the Captain had said, the building was full of pricks, both literally and figuratively. Sandi wasn’t jealous of the women; in fact, she intentionally placed Ben in harm’s way, when it came to beautiful women. She tried to tell herself she wouldn’t have minded if he had taken advantage of the occasional situation. It would have made it easier, in a way. But he didn’t, and as time went by, he persisted in maintaining his devotion to his mysterious girlfriend. Sandi was impressed by the strength of his resolve. It touched her deeply, and one day she realized she had fallen completely in love with him. It shook her that she would be susceptible to something as normal as ‘love.’ It didn’t stop her from taking advantage of the situation, however, and making it as hard for him as she could. She knew his schedule, after all. Ben himself was amazed at the depth of his commitment. Before Lady X, he would have fucked his way through the staff in week, or less, then gone back for seconds. Even when he had been engaged it hadn't stopped him from the occasional dalliance. Lady X had changed his life. She would test Ben, usually in that long week just prior to his visit with Lady X. That week he would be assigned to work closely with one of the most infatuated of her attractive staff, usually in an isolated location, like a motel room. She found herself hoping he would hold out against the temptation to fuck the other woman. He never disappointed her. She could tell from the fire in his eyes when he walked in the door that his level of sexual frustration was heightened. He was ready to fuck a knotty pine. She especially liked it that he would take his frustrations out on her during their session. One day, about two days after one of his Special Assignments, Sandi began to ask him about his girlfriend. Ben had been contentedly quiet – she called him ‘smug’ – the last day or so. She teasingly accused him of finally getting laid, and asked him when she was going to get to meet the mystery woman. Sandi was so sore from his ardent attentions, she could barely sit down on her bruised ass. Ben blushed a deep shade of red, and fumbled a reply. She thought about keeping after him, but a telephone call interrupted them. As the months went by, Ben remained evasive about his girl friend. Sandi teased him incessantly now. Whenever he came to work relaxed, she would say he must have gotten some the night before. She was remarkably perceptive, he thought, but never connected the dots. Sandi’s aggressiveness was a defense. She was glowing as well, as most of the female staff noted, but while he was back peddling, he didn’t notice. She wheedled, cajoled, and teased him whenever they were alone, but he wouldn't tell her about his girlfriend. None of the other staff ever admitted it if they had figured it out or not, but the odds of both of them getting some at the same exact irregular intervals without doing each other was astronomically high. They could figure out Ben, though. It was as if he didn’t know he was screwing the boss. Ben still met with her at the Saunders’ mansion, always with the beautiful Mrs. Saunders as the hostess. Each time, his lover appeared in her hood, hidden and soundless. He had never once heard her voice. She, however, had grown addicted to his voice. Ben had begun focusing on one body part of Lady X per session, the part chosen seemingly at random. He would heat that area of flesh with his open hand, a whip or a paddle until it would sizzle, then keep it that way until she would tense up and cream her slit with even a slight caress on the tormented area. Her cunt watered when she thought about what her breasts would feel like when he had finished with them. She would probably have to take some time off, if he ever focused on them. She hoped he would, and soon. At the end of the sessions, when he had sated his frustrations on her tender flesh, when he had pounded his hard throbbing meat into her sopping cunt, when he had satisfied his every sexual whim on her defenseless willing body, he would pick her up and hold her like a little girl, cradling her to his chest. It was then he would talk to her, rocking softly as he did. All he could see were the expressive deep blue eyes of his Lady X. He loved talking to those eyes. He told them everything. He told them of his love for her, of his hopes and dreams. He told her about herself, his boss, and how she teased him about his mystery girlfriend. He told her how much he admired Captain Billings’ mind and her desire and ability to do her job. He told her about the salacious offers from the female staff and his honest reaction to them. Sandi watched his face as he talked, feeling his words as well as hearing them. She lay with her ear against his chest and heard the rumbling of his voice crashing through his lungs. She had long ago decided that if this was all she could ever have of her lover, that this was enough. It was more than Karin had. Her tears had ceased to continually fill her eyes when he was there. They only wept in the darkness of the lonely nights between visits. Ben would gaze into those eyes and could see her love for him. Over time, they developed a simple code so he could ask her questions. They started with a simple ‘yes/no’ and evolved it from there. It was crude communication, but to them it was poetry. It became obvious to Lady X that Ben was in awe of his Captain, for many positive reasons, but not for her beauty. He was aware of how beautiful she was, yes, but she was a little miffed that he wasn’t attracted to her. She shared those feelings with Karin, who actually fell out of her chair, laughing. The big tough policelady was jealous of herself! When Sandi looked at it from that perspective, she had to laugh, too. Once, Karin had asked Ben if he would consider a one-time change in the routine. She told him that Lady X had a special request. She did not wish to be beaten that day, although she would gladly submit if that were his desire. Lady X craved to taste him, just once, and she wished to service him today with her mouth and her body. The catch was that Ben had to agree to be bound, blindfolded and to use earplugs. Ben squirmed. He was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of being bound. He had tried before and had found he couldn’t deal with the restriction or the darkness. He had freaked out. He was still terrified of the darkness. Karen listened to his excuses. She explained to him how important this was to Lady X. Also, there would be no pain. Lady X sensed his terror, but begged him to trust her. He dragged his feet until Karin promised to remain in the room with them, ready to cut him out of his restraints at the first sign of distress. Ben reluctantly agreed. He was taken upstairs to a feminine bedroom. He stripped naked, lay on the bed and was then blindfolded. A pair of high quality headphones was placed over his head to muffle any outside noise. Karin’s voice came through the headset, calming and assuring him of his safety. The sounds of one of the whipping sessions between Karin and Sandi played in the background, then became his sole focus. The two women had recorded it especially for this occasion. Karin had been particularly vocal, as Sandi, who herself was gagged to prevent him from hearing her voice, had beaten her. It was one of the most erotic sounds he had ever heard. He knew it was Karin’s voice he heard, but he wanted so much for it to be Lady X’s voice, that that is what it became. His hands were cuffed over his head in as comfortable a position as possible and the session began. He was caressed, massaged, stoked and tickled. He swore he felt tears fall as his lover’s soft, silky hair trailed over his facial features. They kissed for the first time. It was long and passionate. He declared to his unseen partner that he loved her. He begged her to let him see her. Each successive announcement of his love brought a desperate hug or an acknowledging squeeze from her, until he finally realized that he was causing her pain. His sobs of heartfelt apology hurt her even more. She finally silenced him by taking his breath away. Lady X knelt between his open thighs. She had cradled his sac and prick in her initial caresses, but now she focused on these alone. Light touches of her sharp fingernails dragged down his shaft, sending the hardened muscle into overdrive. He felt enormous, as she had to use both hands to circle the base of his cock. He stopped breathing as her sharp nails toyed with his scrotum. His life and his bloated balls were literally in her strong hands. He never realized how strong her hands were before. Or how sharp her nails were. She toyed with him, with his emotions, with his fear. Her gentle squeezes became more firm, but never uncomfortable. She squeezed just hard enough to infuse his system with a jolt of adrenaline. He felt her shift on the bed. Her hard nipples grazed the insides of his thighs. He could feel her full breasts molding around his hard muscles as she leaned forward. He waited. He waited. He waited longer. He bucked up his hips in frustration, but stopped as her hands had a firm grip on his nuts that tightened when he tried to enter her mouth. She was so close to his prick, he knew it. He could feel the hot moist breath coming from her ovaled lips as she hovered over it. He whined, he begged. He promised her anything, everything, and still she withheld his pleasure. He screamed, then cried, frustrated beyond caring that he was bound. With a sigh, he gave up his struggling. He resigned his pleasure to her, to let her guide him this time. He would no longer dictate what her gift would be. He would accept her gift to him, whatever it was. It was a momentous surrender for him, one she could never have hoped for. Her mouth on his prick was glorious. She swallowed his entire length in one smooth downward swallow. She let it sit there, tightly encased in a warm sucking tube. She felt him swelling in her throat, the familiar sign of his impending cum. He tried to warn her, but she stayed where she was. When he exploded in her mouth and throat, he shot so hard, he was sure he had passed a nut. Sandi held him with her hands and mouth, urging every last drop from him. When she needed breath, she lifted off slightly and bobbed her head up and down. He stayed hard for her, allowing her to take her own sensual enjoyment from his persistent erection. Moving around, she straddled his head with her thighs and lowered her pussy to his lips. He knew how to do this, and attacked her voraciously. She controlled his appetite with her firm grip on his balls until he slowed and found her rhythm. It was a novel experience for him to let a woman lead, and he lost focus several times, only to be firmly taken in hand, literally. She had her own reasons for her slow paced fucking. She didn’t want to wear him out. They brought each other to mutual satisfaction in a long, lazy session that left both of them primed for more. Still in a feverish state, Sandi lay beside her blinded lover. Her fingers traced intricate love patterns in his chest hairs and around his nipples. Teasingly, she tweaked one of his nipples and saw it perk up from her attentions. Seeing his reaction to her slightest touch, she flicked at both of them mercilessly, tickling him on the pectorals. From there she preceded down his ribs as she tormented him, bringing violent convulsions of laughter from him. Eventually she straddled him, placing one knee on each side up his hips. Resting her hands on his chest, she moved around until she captured the head up his cock with the mouth of her cunt. She slowly sank down the length of his shaft, planting his prick firmly in her pussy, and then rode him like a cowgirl. Each time her steed flagged in his ardor, she would drag her sharp fingernails across his ribs or tweak a nipple, spurring him on again. He bucked mightily up into her as he jerked out his second load of the day, raising up his loins as if trying to unseat his beautiful rider. He couldn't hear her squeals of delight at his efforts or the peals of giggles and laughter at this delicious freedom the lovely Lady X had with her lover at long last. He did feel the sharp bite of the nails as she dug in to his broad chest and the squeezing of her cunt muscles as she came with him. It made the whole thing seem so much more intense to him, to be without sight. He cried out, begging her to relent, to let him see her face. She snuggled down into his arms and touched her gentle fingers to his lips. At first he didn't understand, but with her gentle insistence he soon understood that she did not want him to talk. It was difficult not to express his feelings to this woman. Reaching down, Sandi fondled his slippery manhood. She heard the catch in his breathing as she again dragged her fingernails across the loose skin and giggled. The tired organ miraculously began to swell as she continued to rake her nails across it. She took it lovingly into her mouth, tasting her own dried juices on it as she sucked it to full size. She straddled him once again, this time facing his feet. Firmly grabbing his cock, she bent it back until it was pointing straight up. Lowering herself, she brought the tip of his prick to the entrance of her anus. He had never taken her there and it was driving her crazy. She had been completely at his mercy for months and he had spared her ass hole any major violation, other than his fingers or thumbs. She pushed down harder and grunted as her tough sphincter resisted the reverse intrusion. A soft plopping sound signaled the surrender of the anular ring. His swollen prick head spread the vanquished tissues aside and entered the tight tunnel. She settled herself steadily on the rigid pole until he was completely embedded in her ass. She felt stuffed in the most obscene way possible. In a way, she was glad he had let her discover this thrilling intrusion on her own, but a dark part of her lusted after the feeling of being taken there by force. Maybe after this, maybe after she had broken the ice, so to speak, he would take her this way. When she was tied and helpless to resist. At that delicious thought, she squeezed her sphincter tightly over the long hard cock and listened to her lover babble incoherently. Ben couldn't believe it when his cock began to rise the third time. Twice was his limit. Always had been till now, anyway. Then Lady X had sucked him up to full strength and he had relaxed into the anticipation of another wonderful blowjob. His sigh of disappointment was soft and inaudible. Then the most incredible tight moistness he had ever experienced, including a couple of virgin pussies. But this, this wasn't her mouth or her pussy. It had to be her ass! He had dreamed of that wrinkled orifice since Karin had mentioned it the first day, but he had always hesitated. One of his first girlfriends had bled terribly when he had attempted to enter her ass, and he had never tried again. He thought he was too big. Now she was doing it herself! Easily! It fit and it was glorious. He tentatively bucked his hips up into those spongy cheeks. They drove themselves down in response, desiring his prick in her ass. The babbling she heard was his attempt to tell her all of this at the same time. It came out as a blurb and she giggled. They settled into a steady fucking that let them both build to their greatest climax of the session. Sweat dripped from her nipples and down her sides as she labored toward their peak of mutual fulfillment. When it came, it sneaked up on both of them. Sandi was suddenly shaking violently on his spurting rod, shouting obscenities she didn’t know she knew. It felt like she was being filled with gallons of cum juice as he emptied his load into her. Ben felt like her ass was sucking the very life out of him. The third time was a charm for him and he blew his load into her rectum with all the force of a hurricane. He actually lost consciousness as the last of the spasms wracked his valiant rod. He was still out cold as his prick pulled out of her stretched anus and plopped tiredly on his patch of pubic hair. Sandi lay contentedly beside her lover and drifted off to a light sleep. As they slept, Karin cleaned off his shit- fouled prick with a warm towel. This had been arranged with Sandi before hand. He never noticed the intrusion. Ben woke several hours later to the sensation of a hot, sucking mouth on his prick. As he began babbling incoherently from the pain of his fourth erection, Lady X lifted her head off his cock and engulfed him in her scalding cunt. She used all of her numerous tricks, talents and skills to bring him to his phenomenal fourth and final climax of the session. Sore, sweaty and greedy, she nudged at his flacid prick, begging for just one more ride. When he wouldn’t respond any more, she let him rest. She stretched out beside him, holding his exhausted body in her arms. In the silence, she remembered how he would talk to her after a hard session when he held her in his arms. Smiling, she began to speak to him for the first time as his lover. This time, she poured out her heart to him. He could feel the vibrations of her voice as she placed her head on his chest. She could feel his strong heart beating, and that reassured her. She knew it was silly, but she felt that his very body responded to her words. When she had started speaking, Karin made sure the headset was firmly in place over his ears and that the audiotape was still playing. Ben didn’t hear Sandi tell him who she was. He didn’t hear how she had arranged for his transfer, and how she had tempted him with all those women. He didn’t hear her say how proud she was of him, not only of his commitment to her, but of his integrity and decency. He didn’t hear the cries of anguish and frustration as she told him how much she loved him and that she would love him forever. He didn’t hear her when she fell silent, spent, sated, satisfied. All he felt was the hot tears that flowed from both of them, mingling and pooling on his muscular chest. He did feel her mouth as she cleaned his lifeless prick with her tongue. He didn't hear her tell him that she agreed with him: They did taste good together. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-