4 comments/ 82662 views/ 11 favorites A President's Daughter By: kinkidusti I first met Rachael when she was a freshman in college – just turned 18 the month before entering the university. I, on the other hand, was a junior in college, 21 years old and with a bit of a reputation amongst my friends. My friends and I would place bets with one another on a semi-frequent basis putting money on dates with well-known girls in our classes, or simply some of the more attractive girls that we ran into around the university. From the moment my friends and I saw Rachael, we knew that one of us had to have her. We first saw her during the week before classes started. She was with a group of girls from her dormitory, no doubt she lived in an all-female dorm, she looked like "one of those girls". I remember the moment clearly. My buddies and I were sitting around at an outdoor picnic table watching all of the girls passing by and as her group of new friends started to walk by, she stood out. She was the tallest of them all, nearly six feet tall, long and wavy blonde hair that was loosely tied back off of her long neck, she had a beautiful oval shape that was completely illuminated by her bright, white smile and sparkling eyes. She was wearing a white skirt that fell to her knees, but with each step would rise up mid-thigh, her top was a bright blue tank top, accented with lace around her cleavage which bounced just slightly with each step. I could only dream of what treasures were hiding underneath her clothes. "Freshmen," my friend Andy said with a mischievous smile on his face. The previous year, the freshmen women had been the subject of our desires and proved to be an easy and tempting target. "Do you think they have boyfriends?" my friend Chris asked. "Of course they have boyfriends," I replied, "they all have boyfriends when they start here. And we are the ones who end those relationships." We watched as the girls paraded by us, each one of them glancing over in our direction separately as they walked by. My eyes never left Rachael though. She glanced in my direction, and for a split second I felt like a freshman in high school all over again. Rachael was a girl that could turn any man into a whimpering pile of pussy. "Oh man...she's hot," Chris said as he walked Rachael walk away. "She's mine, guys," I said. "Oh yeah?" Chris asked. "Yeah, what do you want to bet?" Andrew asked. "Boys," I replied with a sly smile on my face, "that girl is going to be mine by Halloween." "That gives you two months," my friend Steve said. "That's way too much time." "Is it?" I asked. "First, I have to figure out where she lives, that could take me a month in and of itself." "So you find out where she lives," Andrew said, "she'll be yours as soon as you show up at her door." We had rarely ever run into problems with a girl turning any of us down, and I was often considered to be one of the more attractive of the bunch. I was 6'2", went to the gym several times a week to lift weights and work out, and it was given that as soon as I dropped my pants in front of any girl, she was at my mercy. "Okay, beginning of October then," I said. "How much?" Steve asked. "If I get her by the first of October, you buy me booze for the rest of the year," I said. "And if you don't," Andrew said, "then you owe the same, to each and every one of us sitting here." "Deal," I said. We all shook on it and I watched as Rachael and her friends rounded the corner. I may not have attended class quite as often as I should have, but I always made it a point to go to the first day. I walked into my first class of the day, it was one o'clock, and I had just rolled out of bed and looked like I had. I walked to the back of the classroom and took the coveted back row seat. I watched as students filed in, didn't recognize any of them – not that I expected to. The professor entered the room with his briefcase in tow and started to write various notes on the board at the front of the room. As soon as the professor opened his mouth to speak, she walked – no fell – into the room, rather loudly. She was carrying books in her arms and as she tripped over her own foot while walking into the door, she fell to the floor in a dramatic mess, her books flying across the room. A couple of the students sitting in the front rushed to her aid, the professor helped her gather her books and handed them back to her. "Who are you?" he asked. "Rachael McCoy," she replied, standing up, her knee slightly scraped from her fall and her face beet red with embarrassment. "Are you okay?" the professor asked, kindly. Rachael nodded, taking her books from him and walking up to the area I was sitting in, her head looking down with embarrassment. My heart began to beat faster and faster with each step she took towards me. She sat in front of me. In front of me! I couldn't believe my luck. I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat, unusual compared to most of my bets. I took a deep breath and tapped her on the shoulder as the professor started to talk. "Yes?" she asked in a whisper, turning around to face me. "Hi," I said with a suave smile, "I'm Joshua – Josh." "Hi Josh," she said with a dismissive voice, was she used to this? "Uh, are you okay?" I asked, with genuine concern in my voice. "Yeah, it's just a scrape...and the worst first impression to make on my colleagues," she replied. "If walking into the wrong classroom at first wasn't enough, I had to fall on my face in the right one." The embarrassment in her face began to rise again. I smiled. "It happens to the best of us," I said. "What's your name?" "Rachael," she said, "Rachael McCoy." "Your name is familiar," I said, honestly. I had heard the name before, I just wasn't sure where from. She blushed, smiled and I swore that I could hear a giggle. "Are you new to the university?" she asked. "No, I've been here for three years," I replied. She leaned back, close to me, so close that I was able to smell the slightest perfume lingering on her skin and hair. "My father is the president of the university," she whispered. "Faculty have been talking about me coming here for months." Immediately I felt like a fool and leaned back in my chair, it was my turn to become red with embarrassment. It all came flooding back into my memory, I had read it in the school newspaper that she was a straight A student, had won awards and scholarships because of her intelligence. No wonder she had been able to get into classes that most freshmen never made it into. I sat back in my chair, feeling not only embarrassment, stupidity, but suddenly everything I had always been so cocky about was completely out of reach. I didn't talk to Rachael for the rest of the class, she seemed very studious, and I would have hated to disturb her and get on her bad side. I went to my next class and sat in the same spot in the classroom that I had in my previous class. Without warning, Rachael showed up and sat in front of me once more. She was taunting me, this time I could smell her perfume even stronger, was she trying to drop a hint? I left that class as quickly as I could and went to my science class. I sat at a lab table in the back of the classroom. I was tired, I wanted to sleep a little more, and I wanted to get the infectious smell of Rachael out of my head. The professor walked into the classroom and students began to gather inside – the seat next to me remained empty. That is, until she walked into the classroom. She caught my eye, smiled and marched right to the back of the classroom and sat down in the empty chair next to me. "I see we have similar interests in classes," she said with a coy smile on her face. "Or maybe you're just following me." "Or maybe you're the one following me," I replied in a mutter under my breath. "Welcome students," the professor said. "Look to the person sitting next to you at your lab tables..." every student in the room did so, "these people will be your lab partners for the rest of the semester." My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat. "Well, now you can't get rid of me," Rachael said smiling, her bright blue eyes sparkling. God was taunting me. "So are you ready to search for the girl?" Andrew asked as soon as I had walked into the house after classes that day. "No need," I replied. "Oh?" Andrew asked. "Giving up already, huh?" "No," I replied as I reached into my pocket and pulled out Rachael's phone number and address. I handed the piece of paper over to Andrew. "Fuck!" Andrew exclaimed as Chris walked out into the room we were in. "Josh already got the girls address and phone number!" "How the hell did you do it, man?" Chris asked, looking at me incredulously. "Easy," I replied. "She's in three of my classes, and she's my lab partner in science class." "Oh man, you lucky fuck," Andrew said throwing the piece of paper back at me. I smiled. "There is a catch though," I said, a little grimly. My two friends looked up at me. "Does the name Rachael McCoy ring a bell to either of you?" "Name sounds familiar..." Andrew said. "And do you know why her name sounds familiar?" I asked. My two friends shook their heads 'no'. "She famous?" Chris asked, stupidly. "No, she's the daughter, the straight A, thousands of scholarships and awards, pristine and pure daughter of none other than the president of our university," I replied. "Fuck no!" Chris exclaimed loudly. "Invite her this weekend," Andrew said. I turned to Andrew. "Are you kidding?" I asked. "She'll never come." "Invite her, you never know," Andrew replied. "Maybe she wants to rebel." "You want to lose the bet?" I asked with a wry smile on my face. "Maybe we can...spice up the bet by the end of the week," Chris said. "Hey gorgeous, welcome to the party..." my friend Joel said as he answered the door the night of our back-to-school booze-a-thon. Rachael snorted and pushed past Joel and walked into our kitchen. She walked up to me as I was pumping some beer out from the keg for a girl standing next to me. "Hi Josh," she said. "Hey," I said, not looking up at her. I handed the beer to the girl and turned to Rachael. Her face was red and her eyes were slightly puffy. "Do you want a beer?" It was the wrong question to ask as she started to choke up and it looked as if she was going to cry. "I should leave..." she said. "I just wanted to drop by and say hi." "No, no," I said, "come on, we can go up to my room." I put my arm around her and ushered her out of the living room and up the stairs to my bedroom. We both sat down on my unmade bed. She sat defensively on the edge, her back towards me. "What's wrong, Rachael?" I asked. "It's my boyfriend..." she stammered, my heart froze, "or I guess I should say ex-boyfriend now..." "He broke up with you?" I asked. "I broke up with him," she replied. "He...posted pictures..." "Pictures?" I asked. "He posted pictures of me in my underwear on some website," she replied, tears running down her cheeks now. The first thought in my mind was that there were pictures of Rachael somewhere online with her in her underwear, the second thought was how awful a party she was at after such a cruel break-up and my third thought was surprise that she would be so open with me about such a personal subject. "I'm sorry," was all I could say. "I wasn't even going to come to this party," she continued, "I never party...hell, I've never even had a drink. Now, I don't care. To hell with everything..." "Do you want a drink?" I asked. "I can try a beer I guess," she replied. I handed her a Kleenex. "Come on, let's go downstairs," I said with a comforting smile on my face. "We'll get you a beer." Rachael wiped the tears away from her eyes and followed me back down the stairs in order to get a beer. As the night progressed, Rachael became drunker and drunker. As she became less and less coherent, more and more of the guys at the party started flock to her and I felt that it was my duty to do my best to protect her. I kept close to her, I doled out beers to my fellow buddies and watched to make sure people weren't doing anything to damage our house. At one point, it must have been two in the morning, or close to it. I saw a friend of a friend start to reach into his pocket. He put his arm around Rachael, and she swaggered against his shoulder, a little bit of beer spilling from her full cup. I almost didn't catch it, but from the corner of my eye I saw the guy drop a small pill into Rachael's drink and as soon as he had done so, Rachael took a huge gulp of it. "Fuck," I said quietly. I turned to a friend of mine, "Take over here for me, will you?" I walked over to the already drunk man with his arm around Rachael and pushed him off of her. "Come with me, Rachael," I said. Her eyes rolled around in their sockets and she smiled stupidly at me. I put my arm around her waist and ushered her up to my bedroom. "Where's my beer?" she asked. "What beer?" I asked, trying to trick her. "I had a beer in my hand before I came up here..." she replied looking around. I shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you, Rachael," I said. She nodded sleepily. "I'm going to lay down," she said with a yawn. I nodded. "Hey, Rachael," I said as she lay down on my bed, "what was the website your ex-boyfriend posted pictures of you on?" I was completely taking advantage of her state at this point, but I promised myself that I would not take advantage of her in her unconscious, drugged state. She told me, completely willingly and I walked over to my computer, typed the URL in the search engine and immediately, I was greeted with some amazing, self-taken pictures of a happy, smiling, and unbelievably sexy Rachael in her underwear. I looked over at Rachael on my bed, she was asleep, the drugs must have been potent. I looked back at my computer screen and ran my browser over thumbnail images of Rachael. I clicked on one. A 800x1000 picture popped up. For having took the pictures herself, they were well done. Rachael sat on a pink bedspread wearing a pair of black satin panties and a strapless bra of the same color and fabric. Her wavy brown hair was tied up over her head and she wore a beautiful sparkling necklace that hung weightlessly around her neck. I sighed and went to the next picture. The next picture, she was lying on her back, her hair cascading over the pink bedspread, her mouth was open slightly and a curious look was in her eyes. She wore a pair of sky blue lace panties, and her breasts were just barely covered with a thin knit afghan. I could just barely see the natural roundness of her breasts and a very slight perk in her nipples. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I had looked at and watched pornography far, far more hardcore than this, but just seeing these two images and seeing Rachael passed out cold on my bed made me hunger for her all the more, not to mention hornier than I had felt in the past year. I clicked on the next picture and felt the familiar bob down in my pants. In this image, Rachael was down on all fours, her rear just visible back behind her head – she was wearing a red g-string – her head was low, close to the familiar pink bedspread, her breasts hung down, touching the bed and barely concealed in a see-through red bra. Around her neck was a spiked dog collar, and the same sort of cuffs were around her wrists. I just about lost it. I whimpered quietly, I actually whimpered, I couldn't believe it either, and I closed the window I was looking at then looked down into my lap. My dick was standing at full attention, completely visible through my jeans. I couldn't go back down to the party like this – no way. I figured that it was better that everyone think that I was up in my room screwing an unconscious freshman, than to go back down to the party with a raging boner and having everyone think that Rachael was free for anyone to have a go at. I walked to the door slowly, closed it tightly and locked the door. I wouldn't be going anywhere for the rest of the night. I sat down on my bed, away from Rachael, reached under the bed and grabbed a beer from the case underneath then turned on the television and watched some late-night Comedy Central. I'm still not sure when I actually fell asleep, but it was sometime between Crank Yankers and Mad TV. I fell asleep fully clothed and on top of the covers. Rachael had somehow pulled some of my covers over her and seemed to be happily sound asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I was surprised to see Rachael still next to me, she was awake, and there seemed to be little disappointment or anger present on her face. "Did anything happen?" she asked meekly. I cleared my throat slightly. "No," I replied. "I was a perfect gentleman." She kind of half-smiled. "My roommates are probably flipping out right now," she said. "Do you want to call them?" I asked. She shook her head. "I'll be home soon," she replied. "So what happened last night?" "Do you remember anything?" I asked. She shook her head again. "You came, you were upset, you got drunk, you didn't want to get caught walking home drunk, so you asked if you could stay here, I said yes, you came up to my room and passed out. I came up later and found you in my bed, so I just slept as far off to the side as I could." I lied, completely. She wouldn't want to have known that she had been drugged. "Well...thanks, I guess," she said. "Listen, Josh, I'll see you on Monday." I nodded, and she jumped up over me and left. I spent the rest of the week looking at the pictures posted online of Rachael. I started feeling sillier and sillier with each passing day when I'd see Rachael in class and immediately associate her with the photos online. I had to have her more than ever. It was Friday, it was my last class of the week, and it was the science class that I had with Rachael. She sat unusually close to me, my senses were clouded with her sweet perfume and her infectious smile. "How long were you with your ex-boyfriend?" I asked while we were busy with on lab work. She looked at me with a curious look on her face. "Since I was a sophomore in high school," she replied. "Wow, really?" I asked, she nodded. "You must have been pretty serious then." She shrugged as she plugged a couple of numbers into her calculator. "Not really," she replied. "I went to an all-girls school, only got to see him on select weekends, and I've had the slight suspicion that he'd been cheating on me throughout the past year." "So the lingerie photos..." I asked carefully. "I suppose that it was a cry for help, I wanted to try and save the relationship and we can see where that ended up," she replied. I nodded, I'd been seeing them all week. The image of Rachael in the dog collar and devilish red lingerie was permanently burned into my brain. Just thinking about it at that moment made me feel a familiar tingling in my jeans. "What did you get for number five, Josh?" she asked. I looked down at my paperwork and shrugged. She nodded and turned back to her piece of paper. "Listen, I was wondering...do you want to go out for dinner or something this evening?" I asked, I wasn't even entirely sure where it had come from. I hadn't actually asked a girl out on a true date in two years, at least. Most of the time I invited them to a party and they immediately put out towards the end of the night. "Well..." she said quietly and slowly. "Where are you thinking?" I shrugged. "What do you like?" I asked. "How about we go for coffee?" she said with an earnest smile. "I have some work that I need to do, and I would really prefer a quiet place to sit and study. I smiled. "Sure," I said. "How about I meet you at your room around 7 o'clock?" She smiled and nodded. A President's Daughter Ch. 02 thought that I would never see Rachael again after I fucked her. Her father was the president of the university, she could easily switch out of the classes she was in with me, I could find a new lab partner in my science class. I had nearly forgotten what it was like to see a girl after I had slept with her, I hadn't dated since my freshman year, and running into a girl after a one night stand was extremely awkward and unpleasant. One can only imagine my surprise when on Monday afternoon, Rachael walked right into the class and sat down in front of me once again like she always had. This began the first (very unexpected) relationship that I had had in a whopping three years. Rachael was a great lay, she was tight as she was the very first time, every single time. She was loud, she was active, she panted, she sweat, she writhed with my every touch, she was an amazing kisser and she was even more amazing at giving head. I had never been happier to have slept with a woman under a dare of my buddies. I continued to date Rachael all the way up until December, and I still hadn't seen or met her father to my great relief. I could only imagine the images that she procured of me in his mind – and how untrue they probably were. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would have to meet him though, and I knew that my time was running short. "Josh," she said in her sweet and innocent voice – god how that voice made me melt. I turned toward her and smiled. "You know that dance the university hosts every year?" I cringed at the thought of going to what was basically the college equivalency of a high school prom. "Yeah," I said glumly. "Well, you know, it is the President's Gala," she said. I nodded. "And my father is the president..." I wanted to hit my head on a chair – and preferably knock myself unconscious for about the next month or so. "Yeah..." I said quietly and slowly. "Well, listen," she said, "obviously, I'm the president's daughter, and well...the school expects me to attend. I've been attending it since I was a child. It's a family affair for my father and a lot of the other important faculty and alumni." I nodded. "Well, now that I'm 'old enough'..." she rolled her eyes with this comment, "I'm now expected to bring a date with me," again I nodded. "You'll come with me, right Joshy?" This time I rolled my eyes. "I don't have a suit," I replied, hoping this lame excuse might get me out of my obligation to her. "Then we can get you one," she said. "I know a thrift shop near here that would probably have a decent pair of dress pants and a jacket. All for under ten dollars!" I felt completely insulted for a second. I was just told by a girl who was basically a millionaire by default that I didn't even have enough money to buy myself a suit from a respectable business and I had to buy one from a thrift store – even though it was mostly true. Again, I nodded glumly. "Please Josh," she pleaded, her eyes were like the eyes of a sad puppy. I couldn't bear to say no to her when she made that face. That face could cease gunfire on a battlefield. "Of course I'll go with you," I said with a forced smile on my face. My mind was reeling with thoughts and as a million thoughts of how I could dump her before the dance and other ominous thoughts a brilliant idea pushed it's way to my lips, my face immediately brightened. "What is it?" she asked curiously. "I'll go with you Rachael," I replied, a smirk spreading across my face, "but that night, I'm allowed to do what I want with no rebuttals or arguments from you." "Of course," she said with an eager smile on her face. Oh if she only knew the thoughts that were running through my head at that moment. I remember the night of the President's Gala almost as well as the first time that I laid my eyes upon Rachael. I requested that we rode separately from her father and the rest of the family that would be attending the gala, she gladly accepted, but she begged that she could arrange all of the transportation issues for the night and this I gladly accepted. Rachael walked up to my doorway, so unorthodox for dance etiquette, but then on the otherhand, I had hopes that this wouldn't be an orthodox dance for either of us. I heard Rachael at the doorway before I even saw her – actually I didn't see her per say, but I was definitely aware of her presence from my roommates. I quickly grabbed a bag of "equipment" and rushed down the stairs, then stopped dead in my tracks at the bottom of the stairs. Rachael was standing in the doorway, a vision of Venus herself. She wore a silky black gown that hugged every single curve of her body in just the right way, her hair tumbled over her shoulders and her neck and ears were studded with sparkling diamonds. She certainly was doing a great job of showing me up in my thrift store suit. "Wow," I gasped under my breath, it was all that I could manage to get out. I felt like an elementary school boy seeing the hot older sister of a friend for the first time. "We're going to be late," she said quietly in a hushed tone and a coy smile on her face. She grabbed my hand and literally pulled me out of the room and out to our front porch where I was greeted by a long black stretch limousine. I felt as if I needed to rub my eyes and pinch myself to make sure I was really awake, I was literally speechless. Rachael pulled me into the limousine and once I had regained my composure and realized that I wasn't in the middle of some sort of elaborate scheme, I realized the bag that was in my hands. "What's in the bag?" Rachael asked, the sparkles in her eyes dancing around happily. "Can we close the thingy?" I asked pointing to the driver and the partition that was already half-way up. "Sure," Rachael replied pressing a button and closing the partition all the way. "Can he hear us? Or see us?" I asked. "Only if we're really loud," she replied with a devilish grin on her face. I suddenly pictured her in the dog-collar get up that she had posed for herself – I had yet to see it myself. "On the floor," I said in a stern voice, a lot more stern than she had ever heard me address her before. It seemed to take her by surprise, her eyes widened and she didn't immediately do what I had said. "What?" she asked sheepishly. "I said, on the floor," I said in a low and hushed tone. She immediately obeyed me and was immediately on the floor in front of me, her hands on my knees. "Turn around." She looked at me curiously, she obviously had expected to give me a blowjob. She turned around right away though. "Now on your hands and knees." She bent over, balancing herself on her elbows, leaving her ass high in the air at the level of my hands. I smiled. "Now what?" she asked quietly. "Lift up your dress," I said in an equally quiet voice. She did exactly as I said and lifted the skirt of her dress up to her waist. Her perfect ass was right in front of me now, just barely covered with a black, lacey thong. I licked my lips in anticipation and grabbed the bag of "goodies" next to me. I pulled her thong down just below her pussy and began to rub her clit gently with one hand while I fished through my bag with the other. Rachael moaned and breathed in and out heavily, her back rising and falling with each breath. I pulled a bottle of lube from my bag and abruptly stopped rubbing Rachael's clit. She turned around just in time to see me rub lube up and down my fingers. "Now, you're going to need to relax," I said, "face forward." She smiled and turned her face back towards the front of the car. I gently began to rub my fingers around the opening of her asshole. She jumped, yet she made no attempt to writhe away – not that she had any choice in the matter anyway. I inserted the tips of my fingers into her asshole, she moaned softly with pleasure and I smiled. Again, I reached into my bag and pulled out a long, thin anal plug. I coated it with some lube and eased it into Rachael's ass – she moaned the entire way in. I smiled and reached for the remote control and placed it discreetly in my pocket. She would find out the joys of a vibrating anal plug later on in the evening. "Up on the seat," I said as I closed my bag up and placed it next to me. Rachael looked at me with an expression of confusion on her face, but obliged. As she pulled herself back up on the seat, I could sense the discomfort in her face from the anal plug as she sat back down. "I get to take this out before we go inside, right?" Rachael asked as we pulled up to an old Victorian mansion that now served as a fancy event hall for special occasions. I looked over at Rachael, her face had an expression of slight panic and confusion. I could tell that she didn't want to face her parents with this toy in her ass. I smiled devilishly and just barely grazed my finger over one of the vibrating buttons for the remote control in my pocket. Rachael jumped a foot out of her seat and stared at me with a look of complete astonishment on her face. I just smiled. "What?" I asked. She shook her head and turned to look out the window and watched a long parade of limousines pulling up to the entrance of the building. We walked inside the great hall. With every other step, I would press the vibrating button for the anal plug and send a shock through Rachael's bowels. At first she tripped over her own feet, but she gradually began to get used to the cycle and shocking pattern of vibrations. By the time we entered the dance hall, my finger was permanently held down on the button for vibrations, and a look of pleasure and pain was permanently plastered on Rachael's face. "Please, stop," Rachael said leaning over and whispering in my ear. "We're about to meet with my father..." I took my finger off the button, but for good measure, I sent a three more vibratory shocks through Rachael's ass. We began to approach her father, I knew it was her father by his outstretched arms and goofy smile on his face – not to mention I had seen pictures of him around campus. "Rachael! My princess!" her father exclaimed. He wrapped his arms around her and just as he did so, I pressed the button in my pocket briefly. Her father looked at her with a peculiar look in his eye. "Are you okay?" Rachael nodded, turning her head briefly towards me and glaring. "Yes daddy, I feel fine," Rachael said with a smile as she turned to her mother and gave her mother a hug. "And is this..." her father began to ask turning towards me. "This is Josh," Rachael said pulling me towards her. I pulled my hand from my pocket and shook hands with her father. "Nice to meet you, sir," I said politely. "So you go to my university?" he asked. I nodded, what an obviously stupid question. "What do you study?" "Economics," I said with a bit of reservation. "Good subject," he said with a nod and turned back to Rachael. I placed my hand back into my pocket and gave Rachael a really good shock again. "Rachael, if you would like, you may take your seat at the presidents table," her mother said. "We need to greet the alumni yet, but that's no reason for you to not enjoy your meal." Rachael nodded and pulled me along with her into an enormous dining room with very few students, and many older people with families. Rachael pulled me up to a long table in the front of the room set with 10 place settings. I felt like I was at a wedding, only fancier. Rachael and I sat down in two seats next to one another. "So are you liking it so far?" I asked with a grin. "No," she replied. I held down the vibration button for a good ten seconds. Her eyes closed tightly and her hands writhed in her skirt. I smiled. I looked around the room and looked around me. There was no one in our immediate area and the front of the table that we were sitting at was draped with a solid tablecloth. I reached over and placed my hand in Rachael's lap. She looked over at me and back to her plate setting where there was a cold, crisp salad, waiting to be eaten. I began to pull up the satiny fabric of her skirt, up to the middle of her thigh. "Josh, what are you doing?" she asked, in a hushed whisper. I didn't answer her. I put my hand between her thighs and began to move it upwards. She made no move to stop me, but glared over at me with a mouthful of fresh salad. My hand hovered outside of her underwear and I prodded a bit at her. I pulled down the top of her panties a bit and stroked her silky hair a bit. "How's the salad?" her father asked from behind us. This time I jumped. "Good," Rachael said with a fake smile on her face. Her father didn't notice my hand up his daughter's skirt and so I continued what I had been doing. My fingers traveled down Rachael's slit and found her musky pussy. It was soaking wet with her bodily fluids. I wanted to dive down under the table and lick her until I had had enough. Rachael continued to eat her first course as I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy, stroked her clit and generally drove her crazy. Finally, I had the feeling that she had had enough. Her face looked strained, her fingernails were digging into her bare thigh, I could tell that it was taking all that she had not to scream and cry out in pleasure. I quickly pulled my hand away from her pussy and wiped the juices from her on the napkin sitting in my lap. I made it through the rest of the dinner rather inconspicuously. I only used the vibrator a couple of times, and my hand stayed away from her crotch. By dessert, students from the university were starting to file into the great hall for the dance portion of the evening. Rachael and I finished our dessert, excused ourselves from the table and went into the dance hall where music was just starting to be played. Rachael and I took to the dance floor and my fingers got to work on the vibrating buttons once more. We slow danced to a song that I hadn't heard since high school and I pulled Rachael so close to me that she was now pressing button in my pocket. I could feel the vibrations through Rachael's stomach and as a result, I was getting hard within a matter of seconds. In addition to the increasing size in my pants, Rachael was getting excited herself. Her face was right next to mine and I started to notice a quiet, but very audible panting and heavy breathing. "Josh," she panted by the end of the song. "Yeah?" I asked quietly in reply. "I need you to fuck me," she replied, her eyes half closed. I looked around for the nearest exit. "Where?" I asked. "I've been coming here since I was a kid, come with me," she replied grabbing my hand and pulling me towards a pink door at the back of the room. Rachael fumbled with the doorknob on the pink door a bit, but she cracked it open, and Rachael and I made it through unnoticed and undisturbed. We made our way up a wrought iron and marble staircase. We ran up two flights until Rachael stopped in front of a wooden door. "We can't go any further," she said. "This door doesn't open...we'll have to do it here." I nodded, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants as Rachael lifted the skirt of her dress up to her waist. I yanked down her thong and dropped to my knees and immediately began licking and sucking her clit and pussy. She balanced herself on my shoulders and propped herself up against the wooden door. She moaned and panted, I pushed the button on the vibrator -- still in my pocket – and I heard her head hit the wooden door, sending a dull echo through the staircase. "No," she said. "I need you NOW!" I stood up, whipped my dick from my pants and positioned myself just right below Rachael and pounded into her. A silent scream ran through her throat and the back of her head hit the wooden door once more. I grunted as I pounded into her and lifted her up off of the ground. Immediately, her legs wrapped around my waist, and I pounded into her again and again and again, ramming her body up against the wooden door with a dull thud each time. She moaned and tried everything that she could not to scream out in pleasure. I was more hard than I had ever remembered being in my life. With each thrust into Rachael's tight pussy, I grunted and moaned. I lifted Rachael's leg just slightly so that her leg was pressing all of the vibrating buttons on the remote control for the vibrator in her ass. I could feel the vibrations pulsing through her body, in return, they pulsed through mine. Neither of us could hold back any longer. She came first, she screamed a low, guttural scream. Her head hit the wooden door behind her and then I quickly came after her. I moaned louder than I had ever heard myself moan before and shoved my body and hers up against the wooden door and held her there until all of the cum had drained from me and her breathing slowed back to normal. Her legs untwisted from around my waist and I lowered her to the floor and kissed her softly on her lips. "I love you," she said quietly. I smiled, it was the first time that she had said it to me. "Turn around," I said quietly. She turned around. Her entire back was red, her shoulder blades were already bruising and there was a splinter near her neck. I gingerly touched her back and kissed the back of her neck. "I'm so sorry Rachael," I said, afraid that I had seriously hurt her. "Don't worry," she said, "we'll take care of it later, k?" I nodded. She turned back around. "Can I take the vibrator out of my bum now?" I shook my head 'no'. "Leave it in for the rest of the night...maybe we'll have some more fun later," I said. She nodded. I took my suit jacket off and draped it around Rachael's shoulders to hide the bruises forming on her back from the wooden door. She had something downstairs that she could put around her for the rest of the night. As the two of us walked back down the stairs, I turned around and looked behind me briefly. Her lacey black thong was still on the floor near the black door. I smiled, not turning around to get it. I guess that the President's Gala wasn't quite as lame as I had once made it out to be. As a matter of fact, I was quite looking forward to attending once more next year. A President's Daughter We went for coffee that night at a local place right across the street from the university. We stayed until it closed at midnight and had a great time, at the end of the night, I walked her back to her dorm and then invited her to another party that my roommates and I would be holding the next night. I was almost amazed that she said that she would be there. "All right guys, you're buying all the booze for tonight," I said proudly as I woke up the next morning and met with the guys downstairs. "What?" Chris asked. "I went out with her last night," I replied. "Rachael?" Andrew asked incredulously. "Yep," I replied with a smile. "Josh, you are my hero," Chris said. "No, no, no," Andrew said, "he will be our hero if he sleeps with her tonight." Now it was this time to look at the guys incredulously. "I will not bet on it," I said as I turned around and walked back upstairs. Rachael didn't show up until late that night, by the time she arrived, the party was at it's peak. I was outside with a friend, she was smoking, and I was half-drunk. "Hi Josh," Rachael said walking right up to me. She already sounded as if she might have had something to drink. "Hey Rach," I said stepping away from my friend. "You're late." "I had to stop by another party," she said with a half smile on her face. I moved in to kiss her on the cheek, a bold move perhaps, but she didn't budge. I expected to take in more of Rachel's intoxicating scent, which I did, but in addition to that, I smelled the familiar scent of pot lingering in her hair. She was high. I kissed her softly on her smooth cheek and backed away, then looked her squarely in the eye. "Where did you get weed?" I asked. "My roommate had some," she replied with a smile on her face, "I decided...what the fuck, why not?" "Well, go ahead, go inside, I'll be in there in a minute," I said. She walked past my friend and me and went inside. "Freshmen," my friend said as she took a long drag on her cigarette. "She's the president's daughter," I said. "Get the fuck out!" my friend exclaimed. "The president?!?" "Of the university," I clarified. "You gonna fuck her?" she asked. I shrugged. "If it happens, it happens," I replied. Rachael went around from person to person from 11 PM to 3 AM. I had decided to go to bed around 2:30, I was getting tired of the loud living room and was starting to feel tired. I lay in bed, watching television until 3 AM. At about 3:15 I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. "What?" I asked looking over at the door, expecting Andrew or Chris to walk in. "Hey," a soft female voice replied slowly opening the door, it was Rachael. "Hey," I said sitting up in my bed, focusing my attention on her. "Can I come in?" she asked. I nodded. She came in and sat down at my feet. "Are you drunk?" I asked. "Kind of," she replied, "but not drunk enough to make bad judgment." She paused for a moment. "Can I sleep here?" I nodded. "Thanks." She stood up and slipped right out of her jeans. She was wearing a pair of pink, lace underwear. I could see right through them when she turned around to face me. She had just a little bit of hair poking out from between her legs, and when she turned back around, I wanted desperately to reach out and grab – or slap – her perfect, round ass. "This doesn't make you uncomfortable, does it?" she asked looking over her shoulder, her hair falling across half of her face. I swallowed the lump in my throat and vigorously shook my head 'no'. She nodded with a mischievous smile and lifted her tank top up over her head to reveal a bra that perfectly matched her underwear. "Oh my god..." I said quietly under my breath. She turned back around and her nipples were perfect and pointy, sticking out in between bits of pink lace. She took a couple of steps towards me and shooed me over toward the other side of my bed. I immediately did exactly what she wanted and she climbed into bed next to me. "Hey," she said quietly. "Hey," I said in an equally quiet voice. I paused for a moment. "Why are you doing this?" "Josh, you may not know this, but I think you're cute," she replied. "I saw you the week before classes started in the quad..." I nodded. "So...do you wanna..." "You want to..." I started. "Fuck? Yes." I couldn't argue with her, but something inside of me told me no. "Are you...a virgin?" I asked. "Yes," she replied without hesitation. My voice caught in my throat, I rarely ever had sex with virgins, it was like a dream come true. "Are you sure?" I asked. "That I'm a virgin?" she asked. "Well, there was that incident with my roommate my senior year of high school in the locker room..." I just about groaned out loud at the thought of Rachael in a locker room sexually engaged with another girl. "No..." I said quietly. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Just...start slow," she said. I nodded and reached for my remote to turn off the television. "Leave it on," I set the remote down and then reached for the light by my bed, "Leave that on too." I threw the covers off of my bed and gave Rachael a good thorough look and rested my eyes on her crotch – oh how I wanted to taste her. I kissed her stomach, softly, and I felt her shudder slightly underneath my lips, or perhaps that was me. My lips trailed downward a bit more to her navel, gave her another kiss and then trailed downward once more and rested between her navel and line of her panties. I nibbled the skin of her abdomen and then ran my tongue along the line of her panties. I slowly brought my hands up from my sides and hooked my fingers around the panties on her hips and started to pull downwards. I kept looking up at Rachael for any indication of resistance, but she showed none. I ran my hand up her abdomen and softly caressed her stomach. She arched her back so her pussy was nearly right in my face, she smelled glorious in every part of her body. I brought my other hand down and began to explore her folds. She jumped slightly at the discovery of her clit. I flicked it with my thumb and I felt a shudder run through her entire body. I began to slowly run circles around her clit and brought my other hand back down to the area between her legs. I started caressing her entire pussy with both hands – rubbing her clit with my thumb and forefinger while gently prodding around her vagina. Gasps and moans started to become audible from Rachael's throat. I looked up into her eyes, her face was strained in pleasure and uncertainty. "Lick me," she moaned. I smiled, she was loving it. I brought my face close to her pussy and inhaled deeply, she smelled sweet. I slowly licked her from her perineum up to her clit. A shuddering gasp came from Rachael's mouth and her legs shook. Juices leaked from her pussy and I slowly began to work my index finger inside of her. As I did so, Rachael began to writhe around on my bed. Again, I looked up at Rachael's face to see for any sign of resistance, but there was none, she was loving it. I slowly pulled out my finger, but simply joined the finger with my middle finger and plunged the two back inside of her. She writhed again, but this time, I heard a moan of pain escape from her throat. I looked back up at her, her eyes were clenched shut in pain. I pulled out my fingers, and her eyes snapped open. "No, don't stop," she said. So I went back to moving my two fingers in and out of her pussy, juices dripping from inside each time I pulled out my fingers. She was tight inside, I could feel myself growing hard the more that I stroked her, I wanted her – and soon. I buried my face into her pussy and withdrew my two fingers and ran my hands up her middle and up to her chest to fondle her breasts. I played around with her nipples for only a split second before she grabbed the hand that had been inside her and brought it to her mouth. She slowly began to lick and suck my fingers and I must have frozen in her crotch for a minute while she did so. I sat up, she looked at my earnestly in the eyes and sat up herself. She looked down into my crotch and almost immediately, she was in my lap, pulling at the waistband of my boxer shorts. I couldn't have been out of them sooner. I pulled them off immediately, and as soon as they were off, Rachael's mouth was around my dick. She sucked the head softly at first – oh her lips were so soft – and then I felt her thin tongue slowly starting to run around the head and then her mouth and tongue moved down the shaft. I leaned back, my head fell back and I closed my eyes in sheer pleasure. Without warning, her hand gripped the base of my dick and her pinkie finger started to push and prod at my balls. Her mouth moved up and down my cock with more vigor and speed, I knew that if she kept it up I would lose it within a matter of seconds. I groaned and pushed her away. She looked up at me with curious eyes. "Lay back," I said. She nodded and lay back on the bed, her legs on either side of me, ready and willing to accept me into her body. I climbed on top of her and hovered over her for a second, my long dick hanging close to her tight pussy. "You're sure..." I said. She smiled, but paused. "Wait," she said. She sat up slightly and her face met mine. She tilted her head slightly to the side and kissed me, softly, eagerly and passionately. I closed my eyes tightly and felt my dick tighten as well. She pulled away in seconds and lay back down. "Okay, now I'm ready." I positioned myself just right above her and slowly lowered my pelvis to reach hers and positioned my cock at her pussy. "Do it," she said quietly. I slowly began to push my way inside of her – she was so tight. Her eyes closed and as I inched my way in, I saw tears forming in the corner of her eyes. I could hardly contain myself, I wanted to shove myself into her, I wanted to pump in and out of her until I practically lost consciousness. I wanted to hear her scream in pleasure and I wanted everyone to hear it as well. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly, she nodded. I pushed myself the rest of the way in and she moaned in pain. She had a vice grip around me, I wanted to rip her apart. I pushed myself violently against her pelvis and she groaned again. I pulled out slightly and pounded back in again – again, she groaned in pain. "You're sure?" I asked, she nodded, eyes closed tight. I pulled myself almost all the way out, she gasped and I looked her squarely in the eyes and rammed myself back into her, the force of my body against hers pushing her up against the wall. "Ah!" she screamed, I groaned. I continued with this brute force, it was completely new to me. Sure, I usually had forceful sex with women, but it had never been like this before. I pumped in and out of Rachael, she began to enjoy it more and more, her groans and moans of pain soon began to turn into moans and groans of pleasure, and her breathing became more and more rapid. I decided that this was I would finally be able to finish myself off – something that I had been looking forward to for the past three weeks. I began to pump harder, Rachael's moans became more frequent. Her eyes closed tightly once more, her mouth gaped open and when I looked down at her chest, her nipples were pert. I reached for one with my hand and squeezed her breast hard in my hand – she screamed and I felt her tight pussy grip my ripped cock. I groaned loudly and came – hard. I pumped in and out of her two more times and collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my back and kissed my cheek and the crook of my neck. I felt amazing and exhausted. I slowly pulled out of her and my cum dripped from her vagina and onto my sheets. "That...was amazing," Rachael sighed. I made some sort of incoherent noise and rolled over next to her on my back. She rolled over onto her side and turned off the television, followed by the light to my bedroom. "Rachael?" I asked. "Mmmm..." she replied. I thought for a moment and realized I had nothing to say. "Never mind," I said. "Sleep well." "Mmmm..." she said once more. And with that, the two of us fell asleep.