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(Ff, mast, oral, anal, bd, rom, celebrity-parody) *** So there I was, the new intern, awaiting Governor Sarah Palin's return to the state capitol, making sure that the Governor's office and desk were in perfect order for when she stepped back in. It was too late, she and John McCain had lost the election, so the least I could do was make sure that her office looked perfect. As I ran my fingers across the desk in a last-minute check for hidden dust bunnies, my mind flashed back to what happened on the desk not so long ago. Sarah Palin sprawled me across this desk, forced my head between her legs, spanked me with a riding crop, and thoroughly wore me out as she introduced me to the world of lesbian love. The sex was passionate, wild, and even fierce. But it was also tender and romantic. And then there was her present to me, the little gold heart I wore around my neck, the symbol of our secret love... "How's it looking in there, Kayla?" I looked up. It was Michael, the Governor's chief of staff. He was pretty cool, but always seemed wound a little too tightly. His fingers were a little fidgety. "I think it's all ready for her, Mike," I responded. "That's good, that's good," Mike said nervously. He opened and closed each draw in the desk three or four times. I wondered how much coffee he'd been drinking today. Then he spoke again. "There's been a last-minute change of plans. I just learned about it five minutes ago." "What kind of change, Mike?" I asked. Something just wasn't right about Mike's tone of voice. "She's not coming back here today. Governor Palin is staying in the lower 48." "Oh," I muttered quietly, "I see." I could feel my heart sinking. "Sarah Palin has become the Republican Party's biggest asset over the last two months," Mike said. "She's in demand all over the nation. In fact, the Governor may not even return to Alaska until after the Republican Governors Association holds its annual conference in Miami later on this month. And even after that, I'm not sure when she'll walk through the front door again." There was supposed to be a party in the Capitol, with cake and ice cream and a speech from the Governor thanking her staff, her fellow Alaskans, her husband Todd, and her children for all of their patience and support. But now everyone in the hallways looked like they were in no mood for any celebrating. Susie from the Governor's public relations office brought me a plate with a slice of cake and a scoop of ice cream, which was very kind of her, but it took me an hour to clean the plate. I just wasn't hungry anymore. No Sarah. No chance of celebrating with her. No stolen kisses when nobody was looking. Suddenly I felt very lonely, indeed. Bad enough that she lost the election, but I realized how much I missed the taste of her mouth, her flesh, her... Can't dwell on that right now. Back to work. * * * * * * * * * * * * That conference of the Republican Governors Association was happening in just a few days, so we had precious little time to recuperate from the election. For me, that meant more responsibility around the office, as Mike was giving me additional tasks such as handling some of the travel arrangements. I couldn't come along on the trip, but all this extra work would be good practice for me when I finally got to accompany the Governor and her other staffers on her trips. A week and a half after the election, I returned home to my apartment to try and relax over the weekend. I emptied my mailbox and walked through the front door, only to realize that mixed in with my bills and junk mail was a mysterious envelope with a Miami postmark. It couldn't be. Or could it? I opened the envelope and started reading the letter tucked in between the postcards featuring photos of Miami Beach. The handwriting was Sarah's, and so was the perfume that the letter was sprayed with. "My dearest Kayla, "How is my naughty little intern doing tonight? How I wish you could be in Miami with me, but you know the media spotlight is just too bright for now. "It was brutal out there on the campaign trail, Kayla. The interviews, the allegations, the ambushes by the press - I met so many wonderful people at the rallies, all of them excited to have me as VP, and John and I came so close. "We will have a night to ourselves soon, I promise you. It's so unfair that we have to be kept apart like this. I've been aware of my bisexuality since I was a teenager, but I've always had to hide that part of me from the rest of the world. But not around you. Not when we're alone together. "I want you to prepare yourself for the unexpected. You never know what will happen tomorrow. It might even be a good idea if you packed an overnight bag for a sleepover. Girls only. "I think about you so much, and I always smile when I do. Please keep your chin up. We'll have that night together soon. "All my love, your goddess, Sarah" You don't know how cold autumn can be until you've experienced autumn in Alaska, but after reading that letter, my heart was warm enough to keep me going for the rest of the night. I felt around my neck for the heart locket she gave me, clasping it in my hand and gently kissing it. That weekend, I decided to take the Governor's advice. I bought a pink duffel bag and stuffed it with a pair of old jeans, a couple of blouses, a black thigh-length nightgown, some bras and panties, a toothbrush, a makeup kit, a hairbrush, perfume, and a few other odds and ends. I also had a six-inch purple gel vibrator hidden in my panty drawer for those times I had to go without boys (or, as it turns out, without my Sarah) for a long period of time, so I fetched it out of my bedroom and tossed it in the bag. And I even bought some sexy lingerie from a boutique in town and packed it in the duffel bag as well. You know, just in case. * * * * * * * * * * * * For the next few weeks, it was business as usual around the Governor's office, although Sarah never did show up again, which left our Lieutenant Governor with plenty of work to deal with. Sarah did return to Alaska to spend some time with her family, and I saw her on television hanging on to Todd as they snowmobiled across the wilderness during the Thanksgiving season. I spent the holiday with my family, so that pink bag turned out to be very handy. I had the opportunity to thank my uncle for fixing me up with the intern job in the first place. He was very happy to receive a paperweight with Alaska's state seal, signed by Sarah Palin herself. I stayed at home until Saturday, when I decided to head back to town and prepare myself for another busy week ahead. My plan was to spend Sunday doing some Christmas shopping for everyone and then crash on Sunday night in front of the TV so I could get some more rest. So I washed my clothes in my parents' laundry room, packed my little pink bag, said goodbye to my folks, and got back on the highway. That's when the surprise snowstorm hit. I probably should have paid more attention to the weather broadcasts. Soon, my little sedan was slipping and sliding on the road, and although I'm a reasonably good driver, things were getting scary. My cellphone rang. I pulled off to the shoulder so that I wouldn't be distracted. I couldn't recognize the number on my caller ID, but it seemed local. "Kayla? Are you okay, baby?" It was Sarah. "I'm fine, Governor. How about you? Is everything okay?" "Please tell me you're not actually trying to drive in this doggone blizzard!" "I don't have any choice. I can't double-back to my folks because of the snow, and I'm about 20 miles away from Juneau city limits." "Are you coming in from the north, Kayla?" "Yes, ma'am." "Tell you what. I'm going to give you an address for a cozy little weekend retreat with private suites. I'm separated from Todd and the kids, too, so we might as well brave the Arctic blast together, you betcha." The retreat was about seven miles away from where I pulled off the road. The snow was getting thicker, and the winds were picking up. I had a disturbing mental image of my care being blown off the road with my trapped inside, waiting for help to arrive. That's when Sarah gave me the name she was staying under and even a secret knock to use. "Okay, ma'am, I'll be there." "I can't wait to see you again, Kayla. Drive safe." We hung up, and I hit the road again, driving as carefully as I could. The thought of seeing the Governor again made me smile, and I started feeling a tingly warmth between my thighs. When I got to the retreat, I could see this was not just some overpriced motel. This was a getaway for rich people, and the architecture and landscape showed it. The front desk was highly polished marble. I told the hotel clerk who I needed to visit, and gave my own name when he asked. "Yes, Kayla, I see that Tara Pearson in Suite 690 has added your name to the guest list. Let me give you a guest pass so that security will know that you're authorized to be here." As I headed toward "Tara's" suite, walking on very plush carpet through hallways paneled with dark wood, I wondered if the choice of suite number was purely accidental or if Sarah had selected that particular suite on purpose. Finally, I got to number six-nine-oh and gave the secret knock. The door opened, allowing me to set foot inside the lavish suite. Sarah quickly closed the door, turned to me, and cradled my face in her soft hands. "I'm so glad you're here, Kayla..." With that, Sarah wrapped her arms around me and gave me a huge bear hug, which I quickly returned. Before I realized it, I started sobbing in joy. "Oh, Sarah..." "Aw, kiddo, did you miss me?" Sarah asked, patting me reassuringly on the shoulder without breaking the embrace. "Because I missed you so much..." Our mouths met, our lips parted, and our tongues began to wrestle against each other. I felt Sarah's hands unzip my winter jacket and start cupping my breasts, and I gripped the back of her head and forced my tongue deeper into my mouth, and Sarah's lips gently wrapped around it as she sucked it dry, her other hand gripping my ass. "I see you brought along a little travel bag, young lady," she whispered into my ear. "Yes, ma'am," I replied obediently. The Governor pushed the jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. With a mischievous wink, she removed my winter cap and tossed it aside. That's when I saw that Sarah was wearing some simple blue jeans and a warm flannel shirt, in contrast to my pink and gray sweatsuit. "Did you bring along something sexy?" Sarah asked. I responded by bringing myself nose-to-nose with her, whispering "Yes, ma'am," and licking her lips. "Mmmmmmmm, I think someone plans on being naughty tonight, you betcha," the Governor cooed. "I just might have to discipline this young lady." She spanked my ass playfully. Sarah pressed my down into a nearby plush sofa, parting my legs so that her hips were pressed against my crotch, which was starting to get a little moist. I removed her glasses from her head as she sank her teeth into my neck, biting gently as I gasped from the erotic sensations she was sending through my body. "Please, ma'am," I breathed, "Can I have a few minutes to rest from the trip? Let's just cuddle for now." Sarah smiled at me. She reached into my top, pulling out the heart necklace she gave me during our first tryst in her office a few month's ago. "Do you always wear this?" "Every day," I responded. Sarah gave my heart pendant a gentle kiss, then sat down on the sofa next to me and drew me in for a nice, long embrace. We held each other, rocking together and occasionally kissing each other on the cheek. After about 20 minutes of this, Sarah reached for her glasses. "Are you hungry?" she asked. "Definitely," I responded, "I'm starving!" "Me, too. Want to order something in, or should we head down to one of the restaurants?" "Tough call. Won't you attract attention if we head downstairs, though? I think you told me that we need to be careful." "I know. I just wish we could sit down at a soda shop, one of those 50's-style restaurants, where we could get one of those chocolate milkshakes with two straws, looking into each other's eyes while Fats Domino played on the jukebox." "Maybe if you and I went down in our snow jackets and some sort of hat, nobody would recognize you," I volunteered. Sarah smiled. "I'm registered under a fake name, anyway. It's worth a shot." Ten minutes later, the two of us walked into one of the small diners at the retreat, which just happened to be a burger parlor with an old-fashioned soda shop. Aside from the waitstaff, it seemed deserted. "We usually get more business than this," our blond waitress explained. "The blizzard is keeping too many people away, but we'll probably pick up in a couple of hours when things settle down." Sarah and I took a booth in the back of the restaurant. I ordered first. The waitress repeated my order back to me. "One quarter-pound Angus cheeseburger, order of fries, and a Coke. And what will your sister be having?" The Governor laughed. "I think big sister will be having the same, but could you also bring me a large chocolate shake?" "Sure thing." The waitress headed back to the kitchen. When we were alone, I dropped my voice to a whisper. "This doesn't bother you, does it, ma'am? You know, the whole age thing?" "You mean, you and me?" Sarah responded. "Well, you're legal, gosh darn it. That's the first thing I checked when I first picked up that you might be interested in me as more than just a boss." She rested her hand on top of mine. "If you were still underage, I'd have to just stroke myself for a few months until your 18th birthday. I'd make a lousy pedophile. I've raised too many kids to even consider anything like that. But I really don't see you as just some teenage jailbait crush. You're cute, and yes, you're young, but you are also a very tender and passionate person, and I'm just flattered that you'd take a sexual interest in someone like me." I squeezed her fingers. "I'm flattered that you'd be interested in someone like ME." "You betcha I would," she responded. That's when the waitress came out with our sodas and milkshake. She placed a wrapped straw in front of Sarah. "Could I have a straw, too?" I asked. "I might need to taste this." "No problem, hon." She dropped a straw on the table in front of me and went back to check on our food. And with some slow-dancing music from the 50's playing on the jukebox, Sarah and I both dipped our straws into the milkshake and drank deeply, our eyes locked on each other, our fingers touching as they wrapped around the glass. "Would you like the cherry, Kayla?" Sarah whispered. I parted my lips and closed my eyes. Sarah gently inserted the cherry into my mouth with her fingers, allowing me to suck her finger very briefly before I started munching on the cherry. I opened my eyes to see the Governor gazing at me with a shy, girlish grin. A moment later, our meals arrived, and we ate while talking about how good our burgers and fries were, what it was like to have Tina Fey satirize Sarah on national TV, and what her life had been like since Election Day with all of her travels across America. And we managed to finish off the milkshake together the same way we started it, gazing deep into each other's eyes. We both resisted the urge to sample their homemade apple pie. Sarah left a generous tip for the waitress. After leaving the restaurant, we boarded the elevator and watched the brass doors close in front of us. That's when it finally popped out of me. "I want you tonight, Sarah," I said nervously, staring straight ahead. "I want you to have your way with me, do whatever you like to me. Fondle me, finger me, fuck me, lick me, whatever you want. I've missed you so badly it hurts. I need you, Sarah." Sarah didn't respond. The elevator doors slid open quietly. As we walked down the hallway together, I wondered if I had come on too strong for my Governor. She wasn't saying anything at all. Maybe I had somehow displeased her? We reached Suite 690, and Sarah slid the access card into the door. With a gentle push, she had me walk into the suite first, then shut the door behind her. I could tell at last that Sarah had been trying to hide her blushing from my sudden outburst. "It's okay, Kayla, you just got me a little, you know, prematurely hot." A quick kiss on my lips. "If you'd like to change into something more comfortable or just freshen up a little, you can use the bathroom," she told me. "Just come on into the bedroom when you're all done." "Thank you, ma'am," I responded. As I shut the bathroom door behind me, I figured that maybe I had gone a little too far. We were alone together in that elevator, but what if some paparazzi had tracked the Governor down and planted a bug in the elevator, hunting for something juicy? I needed to apologize to her, but I wanted to do it right. So I took a quick shower, dried myself off, and reached into my little pink duffel bag. I slipped on a pair of lacy black satin bikini panties, fastened a matching lacy black garter belt around my waist, and slid a pair of nylons over my legs, attaching them to my garters. Then I slipped the black satin nightgown over my body, brushed my teeth, sprayed myself with some of my best perfume, and checked myself in the mirror before opening the door. "Ma'am?" I said nervously as I stepped out of the bathroom. "It's okay, honey, just come on back," Sarah replied from the bedroom. I smoothed down my nightgown, took a deep breath, and stepped into the bedroom. The lights were turned down low. Sarah was on the king-size bed, which was surrounded by a small ring of lit candles. She was kneeling, hands folded in her lap, her head bowed demurely, her hair freshly brushed and cascading about her shoulders. She was naked except for her glasses and a big red ribbon that was tied around her body with an oversized bow on the front, as though she were an early Christmas gift to me. "Ma'am...?" She looked up at me, her eyes full of desire. Her voice was a seductive whisper. "Take me, my darling." And then she reached for me. Climbing onto the bed, I wrapped my arms around her body and pressed my lips against hers. Her tongue parted my lips and found its way into my mouth, her fingers running through my hair, her other hand cupping my breast through my nightgown. My hands sought the small of her back and dropped down to her lovely bottom, which I fondled and squeezed as my Sarah moaned into my mouth, her tongue loving caressing mine. We kissed and kissed and kissed, our lips locked together, our hands exploring each other, my hand reaching up to pull on the bow, Sarah cooing approvingly as the ribbon fell away from her body, and I felt her hand slowly reaching under my gown, her fingers brushing against my breast, gently flicking against my nipples, her mouth sucking greedily against mine, and my tongue forced its way into her mouth as her fingers drifted down to the hem of my gown, tugging on it playfully, her hands wrapping themselves around my waist as she sucked on my tongue. Finally, our lips broke contact. Her chest was heaving slowly. With the bow cast off, I could see her beautiful, firm, naked breasts in the glow of the candles. My eyes drifted down to her hips, to her pubic mound, and all that lovely hair framing the gateway to her secret garden of delights. I had never really gotten a good look at her pubic hair before. It was full, inviting, and beautiful. I looked up into Sarah's eyes. "I need to remove your gown," she whispered. "That's okay, ma'am, I can manage..." But Sarah was already around my body and off the bed, and she turned me around to face her as she knelt on the floor in front of me, removing my gown, her head now level with my belly button, cooking at the lingerie I wore especially for my goddess, leaning in towards me, her hot breath on my skin...oh! My body shuddered as Sarah's mouth clamped over my stomach, her tongue poking into my navel, licking and sucking my flesh, sucking my wet skin between her teeth. I realized at that point that I wasn't just moist; my panties were getting slightly damp. Sarah pulled away to gaze upon my lingerie. Her eyes met mine as her hands caressed my silk-covered bottom cheeks. "I most definitely approve of your underwear, young lady." "Thank you, ma'am." My fingers entwined themselves in her hair. I could detect her own scent in the air, and knew she was becoming quite wet, herself. And then I whispered, "I have a naughty idea." "What's that, kitten?" I spun the two of us around so that Sarah was still kneeling on the floor, her back pressed against the mattress of the bed. Her head remained level with my stomach and hips. I reached down and removed her glasses from her head, gazing down at her eyes as I playfully polished her lenses with my nipple before tossing them on the bed. Sarah's breathing was quickening. So was my heartbeat. "Your tongue is not to touch any bare skin, Sarah," I whispered. "Do you understand?" "Mmmmmmmm, yes I do, baby," Sarah cooed. Her gaze was ravenous. I leaned forward, my left leg raising up so that I knelt on the bed with my left knee, my right foot still planted on the floor, Sarah's head between my thighs, her lips brushing against the crotch of my satin panties. "Lick my panties." I felt the shudder as Sarah's wet tongue pressed against my swollen clit through my panties, soaking my crotch as she vibrated her tongue against my satin- covered button, her hands gripping my ass for dear life as I forced her head deeper into my cunt with my free hand. I gasped for air as Sarah licked my panties, moaning and cooing as she drank me, reveling in my taste, running her tongue up and down the crotch of my panties, causing me to moan and thrash my hips against her face in adoration of my goddess. Sarah pulled away from my crotch for a moment to gaze up into my face, hands still firmly gripping my bottom cheeks. "A little bit of turnabout, my little slut?" "Yes, ma'am," I whispered. "I like it," Sarah purred. "Such a presumptive, naughty girl." A sudden gust threw snow against the bedroom window, loud enough that the winter storm distracted us briefly from our lovemaking as we turned to watch the night sky. The throbbing in my clit, however, would not subside. My desire for my beloved Sarah was growing even stronger. I gently turned her face back toward my crotch. "Suck my panties." Sarah ferociously bit into my panties, sucking my crotch and my clit in between her lips. The sensation made me cry out, pure electric sex in my cunt, and Sarah was moaning into my panties now, the vibration from her lips further stimulating my clit through the soft fabric as she shook her head back and forth, her lips holding my sex captive, and my head thrashed as I gasped for air, groaning, crying out "Yes, MA'AM!" when I finally had breath to do so. She was already bringing me so close to the edge... Without warning, Sarah pushed me away with a gentle shove and rose to her feet, cradling my head in her hand as she regained her grip on my ass with her other hand. She leaned forward so that her lips brushed against mine, the taste of my sex dripping on my own lips. "Not yet." And again, her tongue forced its way into my mouth, and I sucked her tongue, sucking my own taste into my mouth. She broke the kiss off and looked into my eyes. "Lay down on the bed and spread your legs for Miss Sarah," she whispered. "Don't stroke yourself, I don't want to miss anything." "Yes, ma'am." I lay on the bed, my legs spread, my panty crotch exposed for her. "Mmmmmmm, that's my girl. I'll be right back." And with that, Sarah ducked into the bathroom. I could hear her rummaging through my pink bag. Normally, I wouldn't want anyone digging through my private things, but... "Well, well! What do we have here, young lady?" Sarah returned to the bedroom, gently waving my purple vibrator around. "You brought a TOY, you little slut!" She raised the tip of the vibrator to her lips, paused, and allowed a little of her drool to coat the tip. "Mmmmmm. It's all ready for you now." She climbed onto the bed in between my legs, licking my knees through my stockings, then my thighs, then my inner thighs. Her mouth hovered over my panty crotch. "No bare skin, correct?" "Correct, ma'am," I whispered. A little more drool on the vibrator, and then I felt Sarah gently insert it into my cunt, leaving my panty crotch in place, while two fingers from her left hand kept hold of the vibrator. A sudden low vibration filled my pussy, causing me to gasp and moan. "That's the Low setting," Sarah cooed. "If you're especially good - or naughty - I just might bump this up to Medium or High." I arched and bucked as the vibrator buzzed inside my cunt. I didn't want to wait any longer. I grabbed Sarah's head and forced it my between my legs. "Lick me through my panties!" And she did. Sarah's tongue vibrated against my clit through my panties, and I could feel her spit dripping onto my panty crotch, moistening it, her fingers working the vibrator in and out of my pussy. Her tongue drilled into my panties, causing me to moan even louder as she drove the vibrator deeper inside me, and I could hear my beautiful Sarah moaning, really moaning now. She traced tracing circles around my panty-covered clit with her tongue and then sucked hard on my clit, making me shudder all over. I cried out as her lips tightened over my panty-covered clit, and she sucked hard and deep, the vibrator still gently working in and out of me, Sarah being careful not to lick or suck any part of my sex that wasn't covered by my wet silk panties. "Yes, ma'am," I gasped, "Yes, ma'am..." And that's when her teeth clamped down on my panty- covered clit, biting down just hard enough to make my cry out in pleasure and pain, grabbing the Governor's head and holding it firmly between my thighs, feeling her nibble and bite and suck my clit through my panties, her teeth delivering a series of short, rapid bites to my clit, the vibrator's thrusts perfectly timed with her bites, and suddenly I felt an intense orgasm wash over my body, my cunt exploding in Sarah's mouth as she continued to suck and fuck me... "MMFF! MMMFFF! MMFFFF! MMMMMMMMMMFF! MMMMMMMMM!" I bit into one of the pillows so that my screams of ecstasy wouldn't attract attention from our neighbors, my cunt spurting something all over my panties, thoroughly soaking them, and the vibrator was gone, but Sarah's mouth had clamped over my panty crotch, and she was licking and sucking my panties as I continued to pump fluid into Sarah's mouth, the pillow falling away from my mouth as I let out one final groan as the orgasm dashed me against the rocks of desire, and I clutched Sarah's head even tighter, forcing her deeper into my cunt, making her drink my secret liquid of love, suck it out of my panties, and she moved the panty crotch aside as another spurt shot straight into her throat, causing her to moan and cough as she tried to drink everything I was pouring into her mouth... I think I lost sense of time and place at that point. All I knew was that when I came to, Sarah was on top of me, sucking on my naked breasts, tonguing my nipples, massaging my smoldering pussy through my panties, whispering sweet nothings into my breasts, and she looked up into my face and beamed at me, drawing close to my face, kissing and licking my lips and gently sucking the breath out of my mouth, her face and some of her locks still damp from my squirting. The candles had all been extinguished and placed on the nightstand. "I love you," Sarah whispered. "I love you, my goddess..." I gasped. The Governor cradled my head and gently stroked my hair, kissing me on the nose. "I didn't know you were a squirter," she giggled. "I didn't mean to pee in your mouth, ma'am," I whispered, still out of breath. "I got carried away." "That wasn't pee," Sarah gently explained, "that was what is known as 'female ejaculation,' which means that your squirt is kind of like a man's jism. I don't squirt. Not many women do. But it's certainly nothing to be embarrassed about, honey." A kiss on the cheek. "It's perfectly fine." Another kiss on the nose. "I enjoyed drinking you dry. Thank you for letting me drink you." "I love you so much, ma'am," I whispered. "Please kiss me." With that, Sarah rolled on top of me and slid her tongue into my mouth. We licked and sucked each other's mouths for the next 15 minutes non-stop. "Would you like to adore your goddess?" "Yes, ma'am," I gasped. Sarah released me as I stood up to stretch my legs, gazing up into my eyes as she spread her legs wide open for me. "I want you to worship me sans panties, Kayla. Strip for me, baby." I did a silly little dance for Sarah as I turned my back to the bed, gazing over my shoulder at the Governor with a playful pout as I slid the panties down around my hips, my knees, my ankles. Finally, I reattached the stockings to my garter belt and crawled onto the bed, crawling in between Sarah's legs, gazing upon her lovely vagina, exposed and glistening, waiting for me as I cradled my hands around her bottom. "Ma'am?" "Yes, my pet?" "I think this is the first time I've gotten a really good look at your pussy." Her fingers curled through my hair. "Look all you want, my darling Kayla." I leaned forward and inhaled her perfume deeply, kissing each of her inner thighs, running my tongue through her pubic hair as she softly sighed, and I gazed upon her labia, her clitoris, and her beautiful opening, waiting for me, daring me to feast, her hips lifting up just enough to offer her forbidden sex to my lips. My tongue gently licked her labia, tickling them softly. "Worship me, darling. Worship your loving goddess. Please, I cannot wait..." I drove my tongue into her cunt as though it were a miniature cock, burying my face in her hairy crotch, and my Sarah let out a lusty growl as her hands pressed my face into her, and I fucked Sarah's cunt with my tongue, fucking it as deep and as hard as my tongue would allow me to, and Sarah's hips bucked against my face as she gasped for air. "Oh! Oh, yes, you fucking slut," Sarah gasped, "fuck me with your tongue! Ravish me with your fucking tongue!" Sarah's cunt danced as my tongue continued to penetrate it, drilling it, taking all of her juices into my mouth as I sought to drink her dry. As I ate Sarah out, I brought one of my hands between my legs and started stroking and massaging my own shaved pussy, sending sexual pulses through my body and into my head, and I tried to drive those pulses into Sarah's cunt with my tongue, moaning uncontrollably as I tongue-fucked Sarah while my fingers penetrated my own sex, Sarah crying out as my licking drove her closer and closer to orgasm. "My darling...oh, my little fucking slave...AH!" Sarah's body shook against my mouth. "Violate your goddess!" "Yeth, m'm!" I groaned into her slit, my tongue impaling her furiously, my own fingers fucking my cunt. Sarah sat up briefly, keeping my head firmly in place, and she grabbed my hand away from my pussy as she laid back on the bed, bringing my fingers to her lips, and she sucked and licked my fingers, forcing my fingers down her throat just far enough so that she wouldn't gag herself, so hungry was she for my taste, and I shook my head against her groin, her clit trapped in between my lips, shaking it furiously in my mouth. "Ahh! Ahhhh!! Lick me, suck me, devour me..." I pulled my hand back to my own wet snatch, fingering myself as I sucked fiercely at her clit, bathed in her nectar and my spit, and I wrapped my tongue around her clit and sucked even harder. Sarah started pulling my hair, gasping and groaning, bucking her hips against my face. "Violate me with your mouth!" she cried out. She was getting really close. My tongue drilled into her cunt, thrusting, thrusting, deeper and deeper into her dripping wet pussy... oh, Sarah, my goddess...my fingers spread her labia apart so that I could force my tongue deeper inside her as I felt my own orgasm building up, Sarah thrashing against the satin sheets, my fingers fucking my own clit and slit, thighs dripping with my own nectar, Sarah pulling my hair and forcing me to worship her cunt, and I mumbled "Yes, ma'am" into her muff over and over, jamming my tongue deeper into her pussy, fucking her harder and harder... "Oh, yes! FUCK! AAARRRAAHHHHHHH!!! OOOHHHHHH!!!" Sarah's screams of orgasm almost deafened me, her spasms washing over her body like the waves out on the beach, my mouth flooded with her taste, my tongue bathed in her sweet nectar as I shoved it deeper inside her cunt, my own orgasm cresting as I fucked myself, my cries muffled by her sex... "Goddeth! Yeth, m'm! MMMMM!!! MMMRRRRRRRFFFMMMM!!!" My body was pummeled by the shock waves from my own orgasm as I screamed my ecstasy into Sarah's cunt, my tongue losing all of its strength, my face collapsing against Sarah's groin, my entire body going slack on the bed, my own cunt a throbbing mass of wet heat, and Sarah and reached for that hand and was sucking my fingers dry, and then Sarah's body moved down the bed, and before I knew it, her lips had closed around my own clit, and she was bobbing her head up and down into my groin, sucking my clit ferociously, huffing and puffing and growling, forcing me down upon my own back as Sarah violated me, forcing her tongue into my wet cunt... "Oh, goddess, be gentle...uhh, ahh...no...FUUUUUUUCK!!!" I pounded my hands upon the bed, my entire body jumping, my head thrashing, hair flying in my own face as a second orgasm wracked my body, Sarah drilling my cunt with her tongue, draining me of every drop of nectar I had, leaving me writhing under her mouth until I had no strength left, and simply collapsed upon the bed, thoroughly spent. That's when I felt Sarah, apparently rather exhausted herself, climbing up my body, nibbling my navel, licking my nipples, until finally she pulled herself up and was sitting on my chest, my arms pinned under her legs, and she was pulling my hair gently and slapping my face playfully, accenting each slap with "cunt," "bitch," or "slut." "Yes, ma'am," I gasped in between slaps, "I'm your cunt..." Finally, Sarah collapsed on top of me and pressed her tongue into my mouth, sucking my lips gently as my own tongue brushed against her teeth, our arms wrapped around each other as we just lay there on the sheets, thoroughly drained by our sexual exertions. We just lay there for about five or ten minutes, chests heaving, mouths gasping for air, with barely enough strength to twirl each other's hair in our fingers. It was Sarah who broke the silence. "Can you hear the snow outside, Kayla?" I listened for a moment. "Yes, ma'am. It's really getting stronger." "Oh, look," Sarah stirred. "The moon is peeking out from behind the clouds." I turned my head to look. There it was, shining down on us, a beautiful half-moon set against a starry sky with a few clouds drifting through. "I feel like I'm one of those clouds, Sarah," I whispered. Sarah took the hand I masturbated with and gave it a tender kiss. "I love you, Kayla." "I love you too, Sarah." I realized that I was still wearing the golden heart around my neck when Sarah leaned in to kiss it before giving me a gentle peck on the lips. "Would you like some pizza, Kayla? I can have some brought up here." "Yes, please, ma'am, I just realized I'm hungry again." Sarah rolled over on the bed until she was hanging halfway off the bed, lying on her stomach, punching some numbers into the hotel phone, which somehow got knocked off the nightstand during our throes of passion. As she phoned in her order, I couldn't help but admire her beautiful ass. I pulled myself across the bed until my face was in her ass, placing gentle kisses on her cheeks as I tried to nudge them apart for a closer look at her asshole. "It's a good thing I finished that call," Sarah said. "I thought you needed to rest a while longer." "I wish I had enough strength left in my tongue to fuck your asshole with it, ma'am," I said. "Well, I said earlier that I wanted to discipline you, and we've got about 30 minutes before that doggone pizza gets here, so roll on your belly, young lady." I did as I was told, spreading my legs for Sarah, clothed in only stockings and garter belt. "Are you going to use your riding crop, ma'am?" Sarah responded by stuffing a ball gag in my mouth, pulling the leather strap nice and tight around my head. This gag, instead of being a hard rubber ball, actually had some holes in it, which made it a little easier to breathe, even if I could no longer talk. "Keep your legs spread for Miss Sarah, young lady." I felt the Governor kneel on the bed in between my legs. I heard a little shuffling as she leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You told me in the elevator that I could have my way with you, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." She grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back. I felt a pair of handcuffs close around my wrists. I started getting nervous and really, really wet. Then she whispered into my ear again. "Do you know what a 'safeword' is?" "Uh-uh," I said through the ball gag. "Before a dominatrix starts to punish her slave in earnest, she gives the slave a special word that the must only be uttered if the slave experiences any actual injury such as bleeding or if the slave is psychologically unable to handle the torture or humiliation in a BDSM session. Some mistresses use the word 'mercy.' Others use the word 'red.' It varies from mistress to mistress. As soon as the safe word is uttered, however, the session stops, the slave is freed from any restraints, and the mistress determines if the slave is able and willing to continue." It was hard to look behind me, but I heard the vibrator turn on again. This time, the Governor had dialed the setting all the way up to High. "Unfortunately for you, you can't speak any safeword because you're gagged. So if any of this gets to be too much for you, just kick me in the butt." Without warning, the vibrator plunged deep into my pussy, running at top speed. As I started to cry out into the ball gag, a dildo plunged into my asshole, well-lubed and smooth as silk, but it stretched my asshole so much. I writhed and screamed, but Sarah jammed her hips against my ass over and over, and I felt the vibrator bore deeper and deeper into my cunt as Sarah fucked my asshole with the strap-on I knew she was wearing around her waist. "You fucking slut," Sarah barked as she spanked my ass with her free hand, "tell you goddess how much you want to be violated!" I screamed incoherently into the ball gag, my legs kicking wildly, my lower torso one single burning mass of female sexuality, my two holes being penetrated hard by Sarah's strap-on and my own vibrator. "Beg me to rape you, cunt," the Governor growled, "beg your darling Governor to make you her little fuck bitch!" She spanked my ass again, harder this time. Her strap-on cock buried deeper and deeper into my asshole as though it were an engine piston, Sarah pulling my hair furiously while spanking me, leaving the vibrator buried deep in my pussy, Sarah whispering all sorts of lewd and degrading things in my ear as she ravished me, thrusting her hips into me harder and deeper as I began to come again, shrieking into the ball gag, my asshole begging to be spread wider by Sarah's strap-on cock, my cunt reduced to a wet, sopping mass of heat by the vibrator... ...and when I finally came to, I was alone in the bed, covered up in the satin sheets, my handcuffs and ball gag removed, Sarah standing in front of me in a set of comfy red pajamas, holding a cardboard box. "Pizza, honey!" she chirped happily with a wink. "Wake up before I eat it all!" I smiled up at my Governor. "Mmmmmm. Thank you, ma'am..." Sarah opened the box to reveal a deep-dish pizza with the works. "With the weather and all the exertion being what they are, I don't think we need to worry about diets right now." I laughed. "Does this mean you've punished me enough for one night, Sarah?" "Maybe." Another wink. "I think we're both completely exhausted. Let's eat." I slipped on my black nightgown as Sarah prepared a plate and opened two bottles of Diet Dr. Pepper for the two of us. We "clinked" our plastic bottles together, and settled onto the bed to munch on our delicious pizza. After we ate, we slipped under the covers of our king- size bed, Sarah placing her glasses on the table next to the bed and wrapping her arms and legs around me so that her body's warmth would help keep me comfortable. We snuggled and tenderly made out for a while. I stroked her hair as she smiled at me. Then Sarah reached for the remote control, and we watched TV as we snuggled up against each other. She pulled the bed sheets tight around me to help keep out the chill that started to creep into the room as the outside temperature dropped, waiting for the heater to kick in again. "You know that Larry Flynt is making a porno about me?" Sarah asked as we watched the weather report. "I'm actually rather insulted by that." "I know, Sarah," I replied. "I saw a picture of the actress who's playing you in that thing. I don't think she looks anything like you." "Maybe you and I will have to watch it sometime just for laughs," Sarah replied. "Another girls' night out, just the two of us." I kissed my goddess on the lips before tucking under her chin to fall asleep. "I can't wait." *** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 61