CLAIMING THE PRESIDENTS DAUGHTER AS MY WOMAN.
So I became a full time student, learning how to do business and how to cheat people out of their money, how to keep the books so as to confuse the taxman while living it up. The choice of subjects was that of the Presidents daughter, as I had to be close to her at all times, my first responsibility was still her Safety.
Life could not get much better for a soldier, for a boy that grew up on a farm in the desert country. I lived a life of luxury, had beautiful quarters, and ate well from a kitchen that was never short of anything; I was the constant companion and lover of a beautiful woman, who was ever ready and waiting across the passage.
In the lecture hall of the university I could not sit next to Trish, she had to sit close to the wall in which the door to the room were, away from windows, about halfway down the room. The security experts reckoned that if anybody with intentions to harm her would take a bit of time to locate her if they should enter the room. I had to sit a few rows behind her, closer to the centre of the room so that she would be in my view at all times, and so that I could also keep an eye on the door and the windows.
This seating arrangement was actually beneficial, we could concentrate on what the lecturer was trying to teach us, I could enjoy watching Trish, and it kept us out of trouble. Trish loved grabbing my crutch at anytime and squeezing my cock into hardness. When she thought we were not being observed she would quickly lift her skirt just high enough for me to catch a glimpse of her pussy, hardly ever covered by a panty. No man could concentrate on learning about economics with such distractions.
Our lovemaking also benefitted, we no longer had to hide the fact that we spent time in each others rooms, being fellow students that we would be spending time together studying, although the fact that we spent more time studying the intimate parts of each others bodies were not considered. Most of our fucking took place in my room, even though the bed was smaller than that Trish had in her room. She used to get into her bed and messed it up a bit so that it appeared that one person had slept in it, before she stole across the passage to my room. As a soldier I was 'trained' to be neat and tidy, so no questions were ever asked as to why I made my bed myself in the mornings, that is what soldiers do so it was not noticed that the bed was actually used by two bodies thrashing during the nights.
One drawback of being at university as bodyguard and as student was that I could no longer take part in sport. My attention had to be primary focused on the Presidents daughter, and I could not leave her to practice my sport. Trish, being the daughter of a politician, had joined the Debating Club, and I had to attend these as her guard. This was one part of student life I disliked, to sit and be forced to listen to people talking and arguing about saving the planet, the universe and all in it seemed a waste of good fucking time.
Fellow students, being sensitive to these matters, soon started treating us as a couple, a dating couple. A number of guys from the upper classes at first did try to enamor Trish, but soon backed off when their did not get much reaction from her, and when they realized that I was armed at all times, even though I did do my best to hide that fact. I did not get much attention from the girls though, to sooth my ego I assumed that they did not want to upset the daughter of the President.
Back at the mansion the staff also started giving us strange looks, hidden smiles and giggles behind their hands. Our secret was not much of a secret anymore. It was a matter of time before the President would be informed, and my stress levels went up accordingly. This did affect our relationship, and I became more demanding in our lovemaking; I did not know when it would be the last time I fucked the Presidents daughter before being arrested and shot. Trish noticed this change in attitude and after a number of arguments she took me to our bench in the garden, to have it out. I knew I was in trouble; for once Trish wore jeans, a loose shirt and obviously a bra. There was no sign of her normal provocative and inviting self.
Trish was not going to take any bullshit from me, and demanded that I state my case. "Was there somebody else in my life? Was I growing tired of her? Did I want to get out of our relationship and go back to soldiering?"
At first I did try and pretend that there was nothing on my mind, but she would not have any of that. I explained then that our affair was now common knowledge, and that I feared of what would happen once her father found out, which was unavoidable. She sat quietly for a while, took my hand, looked me in the eye and asked: "Do you love me? Really, really love me?"
I confirmed. "Yes, I do, I love you more than anything else in the world!"
Trish stared at me for a while, then said "Right, then I will go and speak to my father. He might be a hard-assed and a bullshitting politician, but he is also a human. He knows what love is, he loved my mother and still does, and he still worships the ground she walks on! He will understand!" With a smile she stood up, still holding me hand and dragged me up also. "Come, Soldier, you are now going to make love to me, to show me how much you really love me."
We went upstairs to our quarters, and Trish insisted that we go to her room. My objections were overruled, "Seeing that our relationship is now going to become public knowledge, we don't have to hide anything anymore!"
Our lovemaking was gentle, and slow. It was like I was discovering her beauty all over again, I touched and kissed every inch of her, her hands pleased me from head to toe, this was not sex and fucking, this was one of those very rare occasions when people couple because of love and not lust.
The next day on campus Trish also wanted to be more public about our relationship, and I had to be hard and insisted that my first and foremost duty was to act as her bodyguard, for if I neglect that duty I might be re-assigned, and for a change my instructions were followed.
That evening Trish came up to her room after dinner much later than normal. Her father was at home that night and she had a long discussion with him in his study, informing him about developments. Apparently he had suspecting that there was more to our relationship than that of guard and charge, and had actually arranged with the commander of his own guards to have a man keep an eye on us without being noticed. He wanted to see us both in his office the next morning early.
Sleeping was virtually impossible that night, here was I, a soldier, a farm boy from the desert country going to have an interview with the President about me courting his daughter. Trish seemed much more at ease than me and did her best to reassure me, the man to her was just her father and being the President was not an issue. We tried to make love, have sex or fuck, but my and my cock's minds were on the future, and our performance could only be described as dismal.
Very early the next morning I was up, showered, shaved and got dressed in one of my army issue black suits, white shirt and tie. For a moment I contemplated wearing a firearm, as a bodyguard should, but decided against it, me being armed might be frowned upon by the Presidents guards.
When Trish saw me in my fancy suit she burst out laughing: "Where are you going in that get-up? Who's funeral?"
I was not amused, and said so. I think Trish then realized that the man she saw as her father only, had a different effect on other people, he was the President, someone to be respected, feared and held in aw. She made me change into my normal daily wear for classes, jeans and shirt, and held my hand as we walked down to her father's office.
The looks I got from the guard that opened the President's office door for us was not encouraging at all, but Trish showed her mean streak and stepped on his toes, hard, so that he flinched, and whispered so that he could overhear, "His boyfriend must have farted in bed again last night, that's why he looks like he does."
Once we were inside the office, the President got up from behind his desk, hugged his daughter and shook my hand. I was in aw. I bid us to sit down, told us that he had limited time to talk to us as state affairs called for his attention, and went straight into questioning me about my upbringing and back ground. He intently listened to my short recount, nodded and asked a few questions. Then the President smiled at me, and told me that our backgrounds were similar, he also grew up in a farming community, in a different part of the country though where the farmers grew crops, and did not herd sheep like in my case. He also told me that he had met his wife while they were both students at university, her coming from a totally different background than him, her family was successful industrialists.
He could not see any reason why a relationship between his daughter and I could not work, seeing that her parents union worked out wonderfully under similar circumstances. He promised to support our friendship and to ensure our privacy as much as possible. In turn we had to behave in public, this said with a smile as he seemed to know his daughter, and to not draw undue attention on ourselves. "And if you guys want to keep your sleeping arrangements as they are, don't cause embarrassments; I need to be reelected with the coming elections!" He got up, hugged his daughter again, shook my hand and suggested that him and me should go yachting sometime, seeing that his daughter had taught me how not to sail.
On leaving the office Trish stomped on the guard's toes again, but this time without any whispered remark. I was elated, I could have jumped and danced right there outside the Presidents office. Trish seemed much more relaxed with the situation; this was what she had expected.
Once back in our rooms, Trish looked at her watch, "We have time!" and attacked me, ripping my clothes off. "You have to make up for last night, now you better fuck me good and hard. It is with the Presidents permission!" I could not recall the President actually giving me authorization to fuck his daughter, but then she did know her father better than me, and I obliged. I pushed her down on the bed and claimed her, fucking her hard and deep, she was now officially my woman.