("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Governor's Heart by Kayla (address withheld) *** A teenage girl's unexpected initiation into steamy lesbian sex by her sexy Governor. (Ff, ped, 1st- lesbian-expr, oral, rom, bd, celebrity-parody) *** I couldn't believe my luck! Right after my 18th birthday, while studying political science at the local college, a friend of my uncle's managed to get me an interview at the state capitol for an internship position with somebody in the state legislature. Exactly who I'd be working for, provided I got hired in the first place, wasn’t ever that clear, but I got the impression that several of the junior state representatives – all male – were very interested in hiring the young coed with black hair, green eyes, and "almost C" breasts who showed up on the steps of the capitol building. "Oh great," I thought, as I looked forward to getting some real-world experience in politics while fending off the advances of some sleazy legislator who wore too much aftershave and never enough deodorant. But as luck would have it, I got hired by none other than our new Republican governor - and a WOMAN, to boot! She's an outspoken, intelligent, lively, and very beautiful red- haired woman named Sarah Palin, and I was going to serve as her new intern. I was ecstatic! Of course, there was all of the bureaucracy I had to go through, including the Governor’s chief of staff, her senior advisors, and so on, so I spent the first few weeks getting coffee for the other staffers and making lots of photocopies, and I hardly ever saw the Governor except for quick glances when she was walking through the hallway, but I was determined to prove to my new boss that I was dependable and hardworking, so I kept my head down, filled the coffee mugs, and manned the photocopy machine. Three days before we learned that Governor Palin had been tapped to be the running mate of the Republican candidate for President, I finally got my first real encounter with her. I was in the file room, sitting at a desk and searching through all sorts of bound reports for the Governor’s remarks on an immigration reform bill, and the Governor herself walked in. With her red hair, her glasses, and her dark blue jacket and skirt, she epitomized the whole "sexy librarian" theme. It was just the two of us in the room, and I was determined to leave a good impression. "Good morning, Governor," I volunteered. "Good morning, Kayla," she responded with a quick smile. "I hope we haven't scared you away from politics for good yet?" But she was already headed for the shelves before I had a chance to respond. "Not yet, ma'am," I said. "Are you sure I can't help you with anything?" "Don't get up, you're fine," said the Governor, who was already climbing a ladder to get to the top shelves. "I know you’ve got plenty on your plate as it is. Please carry on." As I followed with a quick "Yes, ma'am," the Governor had started leaning over on the ladder, bending to reach something in the back of the shelves, like a file folder that somehow got loose. That's when it happened. My pulse had quickened, I felt a little flushed, and I felt myself actually getting moist between my legs. It was a feeling that I had never anticipated, and I instinctively knew that this feeling was forbidden. But still... At this point, I noticed that the Governor’s skirt, which was probably a little shorter than it first looked, had hiked up her legs just enough that I could catch a glimpse of her shapely bottom, adorned by a pair of white satin panties. I didn't want to embarrass the Governor, so I didn't say anything. But as I watched the Governor bend over and flash herself to me, my hand gently brushed through my hair of its own accord, drifting down to my breast. I let out a little gasp as my fingers brushed over my nipple, fingering it, stroking it, tracing down my stomach towards my... No! I forced myself to regain my composure and turn back to the pile of work on my desk. And just in time, too, as the Governor climbed back onto the ladder and started her descent. It seemed like she hesitated for a moment, though. Did she notice me? How I had acted so unprofessionally in front of her? Was I in trouble? But then she climbed down the ladder and walked out of the room, flashing me a quick smile and saying "Keep up the good work" before disappearing out of the room. * * * * * Then came the surprise that Governor Palin had been chosen as the Republican VP candidate – and the national convention was only a few days away! The Governor held a little surprise party for everyone in her office, including her new bodyguards from the Secret Service, where she served us all cake and ice cream in celebration. Her gorgeous red hair was done up in a nice hair-do, and she was wearing a maroon jacket and skirt with a while blouse, hose, and heels. I couldn't help but think of how beautiful she looked. My fellow Americans would be crazy not to vote for her. After the plates and cups were cleared away, she gave everyone the rest of the afternoon off to celebrate. The Secret Service guarded all of the entrances after everyone left, but at that point, the only ones actually left in the Governor's office – or even in our wing of the capitol building, for that matter – were myself and the Governor, as I was tidying up just a little bit more. I turned to get my purse and enjoy the sunny day, when the Governor said, "Kayla, could I have a word with you?" She sounded fairly serious. I started getting nervous. "Yes, ma'am," I replied meekly. "Thank you. Please have a seat." I settled into one of the padded chairs in front of the Governor’s desk while she sat down in her leather armchair. "There's something I need to discuss with you," she said in a businesslike tone, "and I'd rather we get this out of the way before I head off to the national convention." She paused, cleared her throat, and continued. "Remember when you saw me in the file room reaching for those folders?" I swallowed hard. "Yes, ma'am," I muttered. "I saw your reflection in my glasses. You were acting – well, aroused. Had you been acting like that before I walked into the room?" I looked down at my hands folded in my lap. I couldn't speak. "Tell me the truth, Kayla. Do you have feelings towards me?" She was looking right at me, hands forming a steeple, a pen clutched in her fingers. "You're a very intelligent woman, Governor," I ventured, trying to dig myself out of the hole I had dug, "I think you're very charismatic and outspoken, and I think you'll make an excellent candidate for..." "I think you know exactly what I mean, Kayla. Are you sexually aroused by me?" It was no use. My voice dropped to a whisper. "Yes, ma'am." But then I raised my head and tried to save my career as an intern. "But I have no idea why, Governor, I come from a religious home, I'm a good girl, I'm not a lesbian, I think I was just overcome by your kindness in giving me this chance to prove myself, and I really..." The Governor held up a hand to stop me. She seemed to study me carefully, and I wished I could just slink out the door without another word. "We don't have much time," the Governor said gently, "so please let me get to the point. As you know, I am a happily married woman with children of my own. I am not a perfect woman, but I have chosen to make our marriage work. Do you understand me so far?" "Yes, ma'am," I mumbled, "and I assure you..." "Please let me finish." The Governor was now standing directly in front of me, between my chair and her desk. Her eyes radiated patience, and also a strange sort of warmth. "You are young enough to be my daughter, and you are also aware that our party frowns on any sort of same-sex relationship in any case." I nodded solemnly. "Our party, on the other hand, has a long tradition of saying that government shouldn't interfere with the private lives of its citizens," she said. "This doesn't sit well with many of the right-wing elements within our party, and doggone it, they currently hold all the cards." I didn't respond. I wasn't sure where the Governor was going with this. "I need to change real quick," she said. "Can you hear me in the closet while I continue?" "Yes, ma'am," I said. With that, the Governor nodded at me and walked into the closet. "It's not easy being a Republican woman in a position of power sometimes," she said. I had no trouble hearing her voice from within the closet. "Still, I have an image to maintain, especially since I will hopefully be working with our next President in a few short months. And I was your age once, so I know how awkward it can be for a young woman to come to terms with her own sexuality." "I understand, ma'am," I responded, looking down at my hands folded in my lap again. "But am I going to be fired?" "Not if I have anything to say about it, Kayla, and I most certainly do. But I need you to exercise the utmost discretion." I felt the Governor's hands resting on my shoulders, gently massaging me in what felt like reassurance. "I need to know that I can trust you." "Absolutely, ma'am." I turned my head around to look up at the Governor. Her jacket was missing. Her blouse was missing. The Governor was massaging my shoulders while wearing only a sexy white satin bra with black trim on the edges. She was smiling down at me – a sly, seductive smile. My heart started beating faster. "If the media or the radical right were to find out about this," said the Governor, "it would destroy us." "Ma'am...?" That's when the Governor gently cradled my chin in her hand, smiled again, and leaned into my face until her soft lips were pressed against mine. A bright light exploded in my head. Wetness formed between my thighs. I felt myself blush all over my body. My hand reached up to cradle the Governor's cheek, and I pressed my lips a little harder against hers. She broke contact, but her face remained so close to mine that when she spoke, her lips brushed against mine. "Can I trust you, Kayla?" "Yes – Sarah." And then I was kissing her beautiful mouth, her lips opened and engulfed mine, her tongue forcing itself into my mouth, and I licked her tongue, sucked it between my lips, rubbed my own tongue against her lips and teeth before my tongue found its way into her mouth. Her grip on my chin tightened, and I felt the fingers of her other hand running through my hair. I moaned into her mouth, my hand reaching up and pulling her head harder against mine, mashing my lips against hers, hearing her moan in response, and then her fingers tightened around my locks, and she pulled my head backwards, her tongue licking my neck, flicking back and forth, her lips sucking hard on my neck as she pulled my hair even harder. I gasped for air, sucking it in between my teeth, moaning as she sucked the skin of my neck between her lips, licking it, tasting it, letting out a moan of approval before her lips found mine again, her tongue drilling into my mouth as her left hand let go of my chin and drifted to my blouse. I felt my top buttons coming loose, briefly opened my eyes to look into the Governor’s, but hers were shut tight, and her teeth were gently nibbling on my lower lip, and I licked her upper lip and flicked my tongue against it, and – oh! Her hand had reached into my blouse, fondling one of my breasts through my bra. That's when we both came up for air, her grip on my hair still firm, looking down on me as though she were a schoolteacher who was secretly pleased with the naughty antics of one of her students. "That's 'Yes, MA'AM.'" I looked up into her eyes. They were filled with desire. I felt her secret scent enter my nostrils. "Yes, ma'am." Her free hand unbuttoned a few more of my buttons, and now my blouse was open, my red bra exposed, its white lace edges standing out against my skin. The Governor purred approvingly. She tilted my head back, and my open mouth was pressed against hers again. We moaned into each other's mouths as our tongues wrestled against each other. I was wet, and I knew she was, too. She could breathe my secret perfume as I breathed hers. The Governor let go of my head, her ravenous kiss holding my head in place, and now I felt the fingers of both of her hands gently brushing against my nipples, which continued to stiffen and stiffen under my bra. She moaned into my mouth again, and I felt her drool a bit of saliva onto my tongue. I took it and swallowed it, then shot my tongue deep into her mouth, seeking more of her spit. I was so wet, I couldn't stand it. Her fingers traced circles around my nipples, stroked them, flicked them gently, and I let her mouth and her hands have their way with my body, taking it all, taking her, letting her taste me, fondle me, caress me. She broke off the kiss and let go of me so we could catch our breath. Then she came out from behind the chair and stood in front of me again. I beamed when I saw her entire wardrobe – in addition to her bra, she was wearing these extremely sexy matching white satin briefs with black lace trim and a black bow on the waistband, white thigh-high stockings, and white high heels. I realized that those were the same panties that got me so turned on when I saw the Governor bend over in the file room. She smiled hungrily at me. She knew. With that mischievous look in her eyes, the Governor reached up to her hair and removed the pin that held her hairdo in place, allowing her beautiful hair to cascade down around her shoulders. She gave her head a playful shake to toss her hair a little, gazing right into my eyes with that same hungry look. After letting me get a good look at her lingerie and her liberated hair, she leaned in without fanfare, pressing her mouth against mine again, her tongue forcing itself between my lips, her hands grabbing and cupping my breasts, and my hands wrapped themselves around her body, fondling her stomach, grabbing her shapely bottom through her panties, and we moaned into each other’s mouths again. Then she started nibbling my ear, licking and probing it with her tongue. "I'm going to have my way with you," she whispered in between licks. "You're going to be my secret little sex slave." Another nibble. "You're a very lucky young lady to learn about lesbian love from a mature, experienced woman." "Yes, ma'am," I whispered, "Yes, ma'am, please fuck me, ma'am..." I couldn't believe I had just uttered the word "fuck" to the Governor, but she responded by drifting her left hand down to my belly button, fondling it, tracing the waistband of my own skirt and tugging gently at it. I whispered, "Fuck me, Sarah, please fuck me..." She bit down on my earlobe hard enough to make me wince with a pain that was strangely erotic. "Yes, MA'AM," she growled. "Yes, Sarah," I gasped, "Fuck me, Sarah, ma'am, please..." I didn't care, I was going to be naughty for my lovely Sarah, my teacher, my goddess. I wanted her to have a reason to punish me. "You are DEFINITELY in need of discipline, young lady," the Governor said sternly, and with that she straightened up, brushed my hands off her bottom, and pulled down her bra cups to reveal two beautiful, natural breasts, almost D-cups. Her brown nipples were fully erect. Grabbing my head, she pulled it roughly into her chest, my mouth pressed against her nipple. "Suck." I opened my mouth and allowed Sarah to shove her nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it hard and deep, flicking the nipple with my tongue, drenching it with my spit, sucking her nipple dry, spitting on it and sucking it off again, all the time while my Governor ran her fingers roughly through my hair, fondled my nipples through my bra, even pinching my nipples, which produced that same erotic pain that made me suck her nipple even harder. "Suck it, you naughty girl. Suck it until you learn your lesson." As I licked and sucked her nipple, my hands drifted up and down her back, pressing her body harder against my mouth as her hands kept my head in place. I could hear her sighing as I sucked just a little harder against her wet breast, and I chose that moment to let my fingernails gently scratch down her back, all the way down to the waistband of her panties. "Yeeeesssssss," the Governor hissed passionately, "that's my girl..." I broke my head free from her nipple and pressed it in between her breasts, licking between her breasts hungrily. She ran her fingers through my hair, and I wanted to do the same for her so badly. I started planting kisses up her chest, heading towards her neck, my hands reaching for her hair – and yes! My mouth met the Governor's mouth, and my fingers curled through her silky hair, exploring her lovely locks, caressing, fondling, and I sucked on the Governor’s tongue again, my Sarah, my goddess, and I started licking her hair, yes, licking another woman's hair, taking it in my mouth! She held me tight and indulged my appetite, letting me tongue her locks until she trapped my tongue between her lips and started sucking it, sucking it, sucking it, and I couldn't break away, didn’t want to break away... The Governor freed my lips and held my face close, we were nose to nose, forehead to forehead, and she whispered, "Have you learned you lesson yet, young lady?" "Yes, Sarah." I returned her gaze. The hungry look in her eyes had gotten even hungrier. Without warning, she lifted me out of the chair and bent me over her desk, her arm sweeping everything off, pens, papers, filing trays, and she playfully wrestled me onto the desk so that my head was almost hanging off one end of the desk, my body stretched lengthwise across the cool mahogany. The Governor pinned my arms and legs down with her hands and knees, and she seized my chin once again and forced me to look her in the face. She was beaming. "What do I have to do to make you respect your boss, young lady?" she whispered. "I don’t know, ma'am," I said with mock remorse. "I guess I really am just a sinful, naughty girl." "Darn right you are." Suddenly, her body was moving across mine, my mouth was in between her breasts again, and my tongue sought her navel, but instead the Governor was standing over my face, my head between her thighs, the crotch of her panties just an inch away from my mouth. I knew what was going to happen. Her secret perfume was driving me wild, though I dared not lose control. I knew what she was going to do. "Your tongue is not to touch any bare skin, young lady. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "Lick my panties!" Intoxicated by my darling Governor's musky scent, I pressed my mouth into the crotch of her panties, my tongue drilling into her beautiful, wet panty crotch. Her hands drove my head deeper into her groin, and I could hear my beautiful Sarah moaning, really moaning now. I licked Sarah’s wet cunt through her panties, getting my tongue nice and wet and then shoving it into her panty crotch, tracing circles around her panty- covered clit with my tongue. With a gasp, my goddess Sarah shoved my head in between her legs again, and I was being smothered by her panties, barely able to breathe as the silky fabric covered my nose and mouth. "Are you learning your lesson yet, my little slave?" she barked. "Yeth, m'm," I mumbled into her panty crotch. "Those are the only two words I want to hear out of your gosh-darn mouth until you make me come," she said sternly, her fingers gently caressing my hair. "Yes, ma'am," I gasped obediently, coming up for air. "Lick me through my panties." My hands gripping her beautiful ass, I did as I was told, licking the increasingly wet crotch of her panties, tonguing her labia, teasing her clit, licking up and down her slit over and over, taking in every moan and sigh she uttered, then sucking her panty- covered clit in between my lips, sucking it hard, causing my beloved Sarah to coo and moan in a way I’ve never head a woman moan before. "Suck my panties." Obediently, I sucked her panties, sucked them harder, licked her panties and sucked the moisture out of them again, and she bore her hips down on my face, riding my face, her panty-covered cunt rocking against my mouth, and I licked and sucked her panties even harder, moaning as her perfume and then her own nectar trickled into my hungry mouth, down my throat, my beautiful Sarah's cunt, yes, ma'am...yes, ma'am... I mumbled "Yes, ma'am" into her panties over and over again as my goddess sighed and moaned and buckled against my mouth. "Yeeeessss, Kayla," the Governor sighed, "lick my panties, you little slut..." And with that, she drove my face deep into her crotch, smothering me again with her panties, her scent overpowering me. She held me head firmly in place with both hands, my nose pressed against her panty-covered pubes, my mouth hungrily sucking on Sarah’s panty crotch, sucking, sucking…it was getting harder to breathe, I found myself fighting Sarah’s grip on my head, moaning in both pleasure and protest, trying to wiggle free just long enough to take a breath, but she had now formed a seal over my mouth and nose, and all I could do was breathe her fragrance, taste her wetness, helpless... feeling faint... And then she lifted herself off my face, and with a huge gasp, I sucked in fresh air, gazing up into Sarah's wet panty crotch, into her eyes, so full of hunger for her own sex. "Good girl," she cooed. "Again!" She lowered herself onto my face again, and I was once again unable to breathe, only able to lick and suck her wet cunt through her panties, which I did with renewed energy, her hands holding my head firmly in place, but this time I turned my head enough that I could lick and suck the inside of her right thigh, and I loved the taste of her skin, licking her thigh and sucking the skin in between my lips... WHACK! I yelped and jumped as the leather slapped against my thigh. Looking up at the Governor's face, she gazed down upon me, waving a black riding crop in front of my face with her right hand while gripping my head with her left hand. Sarah smiled. "Doggone it, I did tell you that your tongue is not to touch my bare skin, didn't I?" "Yes, ma'am," I gasped. "And yet you disobeyed me anyway, didn't you?" "Yes, ma'am." My face was shoved into her panties again. "Lick me through my panties until I come, young lady," she ordered. "Disobey me again, and you’ll get more of the same." "Yeth, m'm," I mumbled into the wet, silky fabric of her crotch. "Suck my clit through my panties, slut." I sucked hard at her panty-covered clit, sucking it in between my lips and licking it furiously, moaning into her panties with pleasure, listening to my Sarah respond with a low, guttural moan of her own. Realizing that my skirt had just been pulled up over my hips, I opened my eyes to see that Sarah had dropped the riding crop and was fondling and caressing her breasts with her free hand. I encouraged her with another "Yes, ma'am." "Oh! So you like watching me play with my own tits?" "Yes, ma'am." Another quick flick of my tongue on her panty-covered clit. She lifted her right breast to her lips, and as she gazed into my eyes, her tongue shot out and licked her nipple furiously, vibrating against her nipple. I moaned in ecstasy and sucked Sarah’s clit through her panties even harder. "YEEESSS!! You love watching your Governor lick her own tits, don’t you, Kayla?" "Yes, ma'am." "Make me come in your mouth, slut. Lick and suck my panties until I come in your mouth like the little lesbian slut that you are." "Yes, ma'am." And I dove into her crotch, licking, sucking, nibbling her panty-covered clit with my teeth, sucking it in between my lips, her honey dripping into my mouth, and I bit her clit through her panties, feeling the crop WHACK! against my thigh again, sucking even harder, gripping her ass that much tighter as the crop came down on my body again and again, until finally I started moaning "Yes, ma'am" into her crotch with every blow, my lower lip trying to caress Sarah's asshole through her panties while my tongue whipped her panty crotch, drilled it, tried to push it into her own cunt. I spasmed as the crop spanked my own clit through my own red panties, every blow causing me to suck harder, tongue deeper, and my goddess was crying out in ecstasy, and I moaned into her crotch in both pleasure and pain, biting her panties, licking them, spitting on the crotch and licking the spit off, driving my spit into her panties where it mixed with her feminine nectar, all of it flowing into my mouth, "Yes, ma'am" over and over again as I held her clit captive between my teeth and bit down as my tongue flicked over it, tongue-fucking her and her sweet little panties... I shook, I cried out... the riding crop struck my cunt again, hard... "MMMMMRRRPPPPHMM!!!" That was the sound I made as the orgasm shot through my body, rolling over me in waves, each wave driving my tongue harder into her panty crotch, pressing my mouth that much harder into her panties... Sarah, I'm falling apart... I'm melting... "AAARRAAAAHHHH!!" As my goddess cried out in the throes of her own orgasm, her panties became fully drenched with her sexual juices, and as I sucked at her panties, the juices flowed, literally flowed into my mouth, down my throat, and I swallowed them as though it were the last moisture I would ever taste, spanking the Governor's ass hard, making her hips shake, hoping to dislodge every last drop into my mouth, hearing the Governor cry out with every slap of my hand against her ass, sucking her panties, sucking, sucking, sucking... And then I fell limp, my head tilting back towards my shoulder blades, gasping for breath, my pussy having been transformed into a soaking mound of heat and flesh, my own panties thoroughly soaked at this point, and Sarah let my head hang limp, no longer forced me into her crotch, no longer complained when I gently licked her thighs and the tops of her stockings. "My goddess," I gasped, "my goddess..." Sarah beamed down at me. She was literally glowing. I never saw her smile quite like that before. She pulled on my body until my head rested firmly on the desk, and she crawled on top of me, fondled my breasts with one hand and my ass with the other, and kissed me hard on the mouth. Before it registered in my head that she might not like tasting herself on my tongue, she drove her own tongue deep into my mouth and rubbed it hard against my own tongue, and I realized that she just didn't care. We kissed like that for about five minutes. Then we spent the next five minutes gently kissing each other on the lips, the cheek, the neck, the nose, the eyelids. Then we spent the five minutes after that just looking into each other’s eyes. Finally, she spoke. "How in the world am I going to punish you for your insolence, young lady?" "I don't know, ma'am," I smiled, "but I know I'm a bad girl. I do need to be punished." * * * * * Every blow of the riding crop against my bare ass caused me to cry out and flinch. I was bent over the Governor’s desk spread-eagle, my clothes tossed aside, my own red cotton bikini panties pulled down around my knees, my ass exposed to the Governor, who was rhythmically striking my cheeks with the crop, first one cheek, then the next, taking pleasure in the loud THWACK! it made on my bottom every time. I gasped, moaned, even sobbed as Sarah continued her punishment, but I never lifted myself from the desk, never tried to shield my ass from the blows. I was a bad girl, and I was being punished. And loving every second of it. Suddenly, after possibly five minutes of this, the lashes stopped. My ass felt nice and red, and I could feel Sarah’s fingertips tracing imaginary lines across my cheeks with approval. "Your bottom is so nice and red, Kayla," she cooed. "You know why I'm punishing you, don't you?" "Yes, ma'am," I said weakly. And then, without warning, Sarah knelt behind my ass, spread my cheeks apart, and I felt Sarah’s hot tongue sliding into my asshole. I shook all over, sucking air in between my teeth. The Governor started pumping her tongue in and out of my asshole as though it were a piston, and I lay there and let my mistress violate me, drilling my asshole with my tongue, moaning with ever thrust of her tongue inside me. "You have a lovely asshole," Sarah whispered. "So cute and tight and pink. I love it, love it, love it." "Thank you, ma'am," I gasped. Then her tongue entered me again. Her lips sucked on the outer edges of my asshole, and the moan she produced as she tongue-fucked me anally sent more shockwaves through me. Her fingers reached up and flicked against my clit, massaging it, pinching it ever so gently. Without realizing it, another orgasm washed over me, and I cried out in ecstasy, pounding my hands on the desk, coming all over Sarah's fingers, shaking as Sarah's tongue pushed, pushed, pushed deeper into my asshole. Finally, I collapsed on the table, and Sarah withdrew her tongue. A soft hum of approval from my goddess. She loves it when I come, I thought, and all I want to do is please her. Then I felt my red panties being pulled up over my hips again, gently tugged back into place by the Governor. She started kissing my bottom cheeks through my panties, giving a soft moan with every kiss, and I just slumped on the table and let her have her way with me. "I love your panties," she cooed. "So soft and sexy and feminine. They're definitely you." "Thank you, ma'am," I whispered. Sarah pressed her tongue against the wet crotch of my panties and vibrated her tongue against the wet fabric that covered my clit. Her nose was buried in the seat of my panties, between my cheeks, and I could hear her breathing deeply, inhaling the aroma of my ass while she ate me out. I lay there and sighed "Yes, ma'am" over and over, playfully wiggling my ass for the Governor once in a while, and she pressed her lips and tongue against my panty crotch, grabbing my ass hard, forcing her nose deeper in between my cheeks, moaning and thrashing her face between my thighs, forcing my panty crotch into my opening with her tongue, sucking my panties dry...Yes, ma'am...Have your way with me, ma'am... "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" With a shock that ran through my entire body, I came in Sarah's mouth, feeling her moan against my beautiful cunt, vibrating her tongue all over my panty crotch, greedily sucking my panties for every drop of my secret nectar, groaning as what sounded like another orgasm ran through her own body. I was face down in exhaustion, slumped over the table, my body sheened with sweat. "Please, ma'am," I whispered, "I need to rest..." The Governor walked around the desk to where my head was. Her fingers ran through my hair. "I'm not finished with you yet, girl," she whispered. "Suck me." I lifted my head up, unsure if I could pleasure her through her panties any more for one day. Instead of her wet panties, however, I realized that Sarah was wearing a black panty harness around her hips, with an erect rubber penis protruding from her groin. "Suck my cock, young lady." "Yes, ma'am," I smiled. Holding my head steady, Sarah guided the rubber cock into my mouth, sliding it in until I was sucking on the entire head of her dildo, bobbing my head up and down on the dildo in what I had hoped was a decent blow job - I had never done this for any boy. "Spit on it." I spat a copious amount of saliva all over the cock, getting it nice and wet and slippery, and I jerked it off with my hand as the Governor watched approvingly. "Spit on it again and suck it off." I spat on the cock again, drooling all over it, getting it even wetter than before, and then I grabbed the cock at the base and forced as much of it as I could down my throat. I coughed and gagged as the head of the cock tickled the back of my throat. Sarah then grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my mouth hard with the strapon cock, and I gagged again, letting my goddess have her way with my mouth, soaking her cock with my spit. Sarah pulled the cock out of my mouth and started slapping my cheeks with it. "Are you my little slut?" she demanded. "Yes, ma'am," I relied obediently. "Stick your tongue out." I shot my tongue out as far as it would go. Sarah rubbed the entire length of her cock against my tongue, back and forth, making me lick every bit of her strapon dildo until it was coated with my spit, and then she shoved it into my mouth again and face-fucked me, pulling my hair, working the dildo in and out of my mouth, calling me "bitch" and "slut." I moaned as Sarah fucked my mouth, fucked my tongue, fucked my throat, and I grabbed the dildo by the base of the shaft, fondling its latex balls while forcing the cock deeper into my throat, Sarah holding me head firmly in place, calling me her little slut and cooing in approval every time I gagged with her cock in my throat. Sarah gave my mouth a reprieve after three minutes. By this time, her cock was soaked with my spit. She walked around to my ass again and bent down, and I felt her tugging at my panties, pulling them down around my thighs. "Nice, wet panties," she murmured, and I felt her face brush against my thighs as she licked my pussy juices out of the crotch of my panties. "Nice, wet panties means you have a nice, wet cunt." And she pulled my panties completely off and tossed them on the desk. "Spread your legs, doggone it. Show me your wet cunt." "Yes, ma'am." I spread my legs as far as I could, arching my ass up as far as possible. "Very good, Kayla. And yes, your cunt is so wet – so, so wet..." She grabbed me by the hips, pulled her groin into my ass, and I felt the moist rubber cock push my labia apart and fill my wet cunt. I cried out in ecstasy, and Sarah began to slam her hips into my ass, her strapon cock slamming into my cunt over and over again, her fingers pulling my hair, pulling my head back as I continued to cry out. "Beg me to fuck you, my little slut!" she barked. "Yes, ma'am! Fuck me like a little slut, ma'am!" "Fuck your pussy against my cock!" She rocked her hips harder into my ass, and I responded by slamming my ass against her body, letting the cock violate me even more. Her hand came down upon my ass, spanking it, raking her nails across the red flesh, and she threw my head forward and grabbed my hips with both hands, fucking me even harder and faster. "Fuck it, bitch! Fuck it!" “Yes, ma’am!” I cried. “Yeeesss, ma’aaaam!” Her strapon cock fucked my cunt harder, faster, deeper, and it felt like it was threatening to split me apart. I arched my back as much as I could as I moaned and squealed and thrashed on the desk, Sarah fucking me harder and harder, shouting orders to fuck myself even harder against her, bringing her hand down harder than ever against my ass, causing me to scream out. Again her hand struck my ass, and again, and I throbbed and trembled under every blow as her cock intruded even further into my cunt, sobbing in pain and pleasure, shouting "YES, MA'AM!" every time I had breath to do so, Sarah fucking me so hard with her strapon cock that my head whipped around, my hair thrashing all about my face, and I felt Sarah's fingers push the crotch of my own panties deep into my mouth, and I licked and sucked my own panties, sucking my own juices out of my panties, my moans and screams muffled by the wet cotton crotch, my body throbbing with every pelvic thrust as Sarah fucked her cock into my cunt... "MMMM!! MMMMMM!! MMMMMRRRRRRNNNFFFFF!!" It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, my body literally being pummeled by the waves of pleasure that radiated through me, my cunt melting all over Sarah's strapon cock, my lips and tongue fucking my own panty crotch, my ass red and throbbing from the punishment my goddess inflicted on me, sweat pouring from my face and body, me gasping and panting for breath, knowing that I had been thoroughly violated and degraded by my mistress for her pleasure, wishing it could go on forever... And then Sarah was cradling me in her arms, holding me close as I sobbed into her breast, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." as she stroked my hair, kissed my forehead, kissed my lips, caressed my bottom, guided my fingers into her own public hair, pushing me down gently, and I sucked her navel, gazed upon her naked vagina at last, ran my tongue through her public hair, sucking its fragrance into my mouth, licked her beautiful swollen clit, and fucked her naked pussy with my tongue as I held onto her beautiful ass for dear life, my finger playfully probing at her asshole as her pussy quivered under my tongue, eager to swallow her completely... "My darling," Sarah gasped, "you are my little... coming, oh God... AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Her hips bucked against my mouth, her fingers spreading my lips open wider, my tongue bathed in her secret juices as it penetrated deeper into her cunt, deeper, as I tried to violate her the same way she did me... ...until finally I collapsed in exhaustion around her feet, kissing and licking her feet as she knelt over me, caressing me, stroking me, calling me "baby" and "darling," telling me that I was all hers, that she was proud of me. When I finally sat up, Sarah grabbed something on her desk, looked deep into my eyes, reached around my neck, and fastened something around my neck. When I looked down, I saw that she had given me a golden heart pendant. It was 18-karat, intricate, and gorgeous. "I do have a family that I am devoted to," she said, "But wherever I go, or wherever you go, I want you to always remember - ALWAYS remember - that you have my heart." I threw my arms around Sarah’s neck and sobbed in gratitude, and she held me tight, held me close, kissed my ear, kissed my tears away, and told me she loved me. Those four simple words were like magic: "I love you, Kayla." "And I love you, Sarah. I love you so much." She looked into my eyes with pride and desire. A tear ran down her right cheek. Her smile was so beautiful. Her mouth gently closed over mine as she pressed me down on the carpet, running her hands all over my body, kissing my mouth, grinding her pussy against my thigh, her fingers tenderly massaging my clit, our tongues licking against each other. We lay there on the floor for a full hour, gently making love and telling each other "I love you." I knew then that no matter what happened, no matter if she wound up in DC or not, I knew that from then on, I would always be Sarah’s girl. So here I am at the Governor's office, making sure that the Governor's office and desk are in perfect order for when she comes back. She lost the election, so there's no chance that I'll be able to visit her in DC, but she's coming back to Alaska. Back to me. My beloved goddess, my Sarah. Our beautiful little secret, sealed in the little golden heart I wear around my neck. Sarah's heart. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 60