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Mention of Bill Clinton has popped up in a few threads reminding me of this story. I still have a huge crush on sexy Monica Lewinsky and I hope some of you still do, too. I even worked with a girl who looked like Monica but without her 38Ds... This one is longer than "Hey Little Sister..." but I'll try to edit it where possible. I really hope you enjoy it. (MF, 1st, oral, celeb-parody) *** I've known Monica Lewinsky since the third grade. I know her better than anyone else, even her spokeswoman. Most people only know about the White House internship which made Moni infamous. There's more to her than that. Because I know Moni so well [and she's knows me so well, inversely], I can get away with cracking jokes at her expense. Don't get me wrong. I don't tease her in front of others. When it's just the 2 of us, then I let Moni have it. Moni knows I don't mean any of it and when negative publicity tends to dampen her spirits, my teasing helps her put things in perspective. Not that I tease her all the time. We do have serious discussions. Moni says I'm a good listener and a lot of times that's all she really needs. Letting her talk can lead her to her own solution. It's kind of cool being best friends with someone 'famous'. Surprisingly, people recognize me because they'd see me with Moni. I've been asked for MY autograph even! Moni was in the paper again today. The Daily News stated that "Monica Lewinsky turned down offers to review Hillary Clinton's book...even avoiding reading the excerpts that were leaked by the press". Hillary even talked about Moni to Barbara Walters Sunday in an interview. Moni has kept her feelings away from the press, but broke down to me. She was really depressed. "C'mon, Moni, it's just the same old crap rehashed over and over again," I assured Moni. "Nothing new." "I know," Moni said unconvincingly. "You know..." I began. "You've got to one up her, get ahead of her. Do something she wouldn't expect." "Oh, yeah," Moni said rolling her eyes. "What am I supposed to do, Jim?!" "Well, I've got 2 possibilities in mind," I replied. "Not that you'd like them..." Moni smiled. "Here it comes." "I'm serious," I asserted. "You don't want to hear any of it. You don't." Poking my side, Moni said "C'mon." "Well..." I said, pretending to hesitate. "No. I can't say anything. No way." "I need a good laugh right now," Moni said. "Don't keep me waiting. I'm serious." "I know you are," I agreed. "The first thing I had in mind was a recreation of the event. Hillary wouldn't ever touch that. At least, not what I have in mind..." Moni broke up laughing. "You mean like the Pamela and Tommy Lee video?" "More like a movie," I continued. "We really want to give buyers their money's worth. And make 'em horny for Monica." Laughing even harder, Moni said, "Go on, go on. Give me all the gory details!" "We go into what happened before, during and after." I put my hands out in front of me, making a 'time line'. My left hand is Before, my right During, then moving it to the right for After. Moni nodded, grinning. "Since even I don't even know the During you'll have to fill me in later," I said, "And to make the movie juicier, we'll probably make up stuff Before and After, Moni." "Make up stuff?" Moni laughed. "This should be fun..." [By the way, we were at Moni's place; it was after work and Moni was still in her matching jacket and above the knee skirt with a white blouse, unbuttoned 3 buttons down. I could see Moni's bra white bra which hinted at the largeness of Moni's breasts. And she was rubbing her legs together noticeably...] "We start first thing in the morning," I began. "Alarm wakes you, you sit up, stretch. We can see the noticeable strain of your large... assets against your nightgown." "My large assets?" Moni gaped. "You - you've noticed?" "How could I not?" I admitted, somewhat embarrassed. "So anyway, you push back the covers and climb out of bed. The camera slowly follows you strip out of your nightgown, revealing your body for all to see before entering the bathroom." "There's only one problem with that scenario, Jim," Moni interjected, grinning. "There is?" I blinked. "What?" "I sleep in the nude, silly," Moni said, blushing slightly. "Well, sometimes I wear a sleep bra." "Even better!" I grinned. "Alarm wakes you. You sit up. The covers fall away, exposing your perfect breasts to our gaze, also the curve of your hip, part of your outer thigh..." "My perfect breasts?!?" Moni giggled. "What is it with you and my breasts?" "Hey, baby, what do you think guys are gonna focus on?" I teased. "It's part of the horny factor." Moni smiled. "Go on." "You'll be narrating the movie," I explained. "Your voice-over will say 'Sometimes I wear a sleep bra... I'm GLAD I didn't this morning'. Then you'll cup your tits... I mean you breasts... for a few moments. Then you push back the covers and climb out of bed, revealing your thickly-haired pubic mound. As the camera slowly follows you to the bathroom, the view shifts to your fine, swaying butt until you're out of view. "Now we're in the shower with you. You've already soaped up and you look relaxed. When the water hits your titties, your nipples harden. You say 'Oh... That always turns me on! I can't help myself!' A hand is between your legs suddenly. "The camera zooms in as you insert your forefinger and middle finger into your cunny. Your other hand is in your butt crack. Your middle finger then enters your back door." "Wow..." Moni giggled. "Nothing has ever come near my brown bye! Never mind masturbating in the shower!" "You like so far?" I asked. "Oh, yeah!" "Okay, so after you cum, we get to watch you dress. You slowly slip into your bra. Then your garter belt and black stockings. When you bend down to clasp your garter belt to the stockings your tits look ready to spill out of your bra." Moni giggled. "But I don't wear a garter belt and stockings, Jimmy!" I grinned. "Don't you want guys jacking off in their recliners at home as they view your movie?" "Oh, yeah!" Moni laughed. "I'd forgotten!" "As you bend down to put on your panties, we get another great view of your butt, cheeks spread to reveal the hair running down the crack. After tugging your panties into place, you put on the dress. Everybody knows about the dress, right, Moni?" "Ohhh, yeah!" Moni giggled. "So you go to work at the White House. Your internship. You get called to the oval office, right?" I asked. Moni just nods, grinning. "You're with the President," I continue. "Who in our movie will only be seen from the waist down, with the familiar southern twang. What does he do?" "Well," Moni begins, "He has me sit as he rises. He tells me his agenda as he walls around his desk. I'm a little nervous. He can tell. He makes some small talk, trying to let me know that he's no different than your average guy albeit he's the President. It's working. I'm relaxing. He starts complimenting me. I'm eating it up. He tells me how beautiful I am, how hot I am. I love every word of it... He puts his hands on my shoulders. I sag against him. I can feel his erection against the back of my head. It - it feels good... His hands slip down to my breasts and squeezes them. He says they're bigger than Hillary's. Probably firmer, too... I mumble that something else is big and firm. "Then he asks what I said. I reply 'It was nothing'. He unbuttons the top button of my dress. Then the next one. Finally the third. His hands slide into my gaping dress. To the top of my bra. His fingers gingerly slip under my bra, gliding over my tits... down to the bottom part of my breasts. He cups them. My nipples are rock hard, poking into his palms. I wish he would pinch them. Instead he pulls my tits out of my bra and takes his hands out of my dress. "He backs away from me. I'm disappointed. I - I don't want him to stop... I think 'Why?!? Why did he stop?!?' He calls to me. I whirl around, sliding from my chair, falling to my knees... He motions for me to come, pointing to the floor. I crawl towards him. He puts my hands on his belt. I feverishly unbuckle it, practically tearing open his pants. His cock is pressed obscenely against his boxer shorts. I tug them down. His long, thick monsters bounces out, pointing up at my face. I lick my lips... His hands are back in my dress. Tugging my tits out into the open. "The cool air tickles my hard nipples... Now his hands are behind my head. Pulling me towards his cock. I grab it and point it toward my mouth. He impales my mouth unto his cock. Letting go of my head, he goes back down to my naked tits. Now he pinches my nipples. I moan around his cock... He whispers 'So big... So firm...' My head bobs up and down his length, covering it with my saliva. "His cock is really salty. And slimy... But I want it. I want it so bad. So so bad... I'm able to cram every inch into my mouth. The head keeps butting the back of my throat. That really turns me on... He's still pinching my nipples. Tugging them. Pulling my tits up with them. It hurts so fucking good! I don't want him to stop. He doesn't... The harder he tugs on my titties the stronger my suction on his cock gets... I'm getting sooo horny. Having his cock in my mouth is SUCH a turn on... His hands move back up to my head. I'm kind of disappointed. He moans 'Hurry! I've got a staff meeting in 5 minutes.' "I'VE got a 'staff meeting' right now, I'm thinking. He's pulling my head onto his cock at a rougher pace... I like that, too. Getting rough myself, I reach up and grab his nut sack, rolling it in my hand. He groans. I can feel his cock expand in my mouth. Filling my throat... He lets go of my head. I let his cock slip out a bit. I want to taste his stuff. I don't have to wait long. A wave a jizz floods my tonsils. It's really salty and thick... I pull his cock out of my mouth, aiming for my lips. "I've got bad aim. Jizz splatters against my dress. Fuck it! I figure. The next blast catches my lips PERFECTLY. Taking the head into my mouth, I suck the of his man juice out of his softening cock. I lick his cock clean and he stuffs it into his boxers. I stuff my tits back into my bra and button my dress back up. As he buckles his belt and zips up he says I better do something about that stain before it sets, pointing at it on my dress. Shit. "I rush home and strip out of my dress. I put it on a hanger and hang it in my closet so I won't forget to clean it [stupid, huh?]. I grab a blouse and skirt. I throw on the blouse, but before I button it, impulsively my hands push up my bra and pinch my hard nips. I can't help myself... I practically tear off my panties and toss them across the room. My pussy is dripping wet! I throw myself unto my bed and busy both hands between my legs, feverishly rubbing my quim... I slip both of my forefingers into my pussy. It feels like an oven in there! I'm moaning like crazy, my head thrashing from side to side. "I'm so horny. So fucking horny... My fingers aren't enough, though. I pull them out and desperately dig between my mattress and box spring until I find my vibrator. It's been SO long since I last used it, I sigh. I turn it on and plunge it up my pussy. I cry out. And not just because the metal is so cold! The vibrations course through my body as I fill my pussy to the hilt. I'm crying over and over 'Yes! Yes!', it's been so long and it feels so good, but it's overwhelming because I've done without for so long. I can't stop, though. I'm pounding my pussy, in and out, back and forth, orgasm after orgasm... But it's not enough! I need more... "Finally out of exhaustion, though not satisfaction, I cease and desist. I'm trying to catch my breath as I law back, unable to move... I finally drag myself up. I really want a shower, but I know I've got to get back to the White House. I change the blouse, slid into the skirt I'd picked and grabbed my jacket and left." "What about your panties?" I ask when Moni stops, my hand over my raging hard on, pressing it down. Moni blushed. "Left them off..." I whistled. "So you go back to the White House, horny as hell, wind whipping up your skirt, caressing your cunny..." Moni giggled. "I'm surprised you didn't crash your car," I teased. "Between horniness and exhaustion, one of them should have driven you off the road! They sound like a lethal combination." "Well, I really did have my window open," Moni grinned. "The wind wasn't just 'whipping up my skirt'." "How the hell did you get through the rest of the day in your condition?" I inquired. "Aside from strong coffee to wake you up, that is." Moni blushed more darkly. "You didn't fuck the President, did you?!?" I asked wide-eyed [not that it wouldn't have made the movie hotter!]. "No, silly!" Moni grinned bashfully. "The Vice President? Secretary Of State?" I teased. "The President's Cabinet members?" Moni giggled, shaking her head. "Well?" "Another intern..." Moni whispered. "But wouldn't you have to see him every day?" I asked. [not that I really cared WHO Moni fucked, as long as she got FUCKED]. Moni grinned. "Fortunately it was his last day. The pimply-faced got lucky that day!" She explained with a laugh. "I'm pretty sure he was a virgin." "Where did you break him in?" "The Lincoln bedroom," Moni blushed. "Don't tell anyone." I laughed. "After everything you've told me, THIS you don't want me to tell?!" Moni giggled. "Well, none of that stuff either!" "Well, c'mon. Details! Details!" "We quickly undressed. I was surprised to see the kid had a bigger cock than the President! Not that I've seen a lot of men's cocks, you know." "No, I don't know," I teased. "So he was already hard," Moni continued. "I pushed him on the bed and mounted his throbbing cock. I sighed. It felt good to have real cock inside my quim! I rode his cock through several earth shattering orgasms before he quickly came himself. He stayed hard so I pulled him on top of him. He found his rhythm quickly, gliding in and out of my horny cunt. I must've cum 10 more times before he cried out. I pushed him off me and buried his pulsing cock between. "A few strokes later he shot a huge load of jizz into my cleavage. His jizz seeped over the top of my cleavage and covered my tits. He quickly dressed and left," Moni said, finishing up. "And I cleaned up before I dressed. Fortunately, no one ever found out what happened in the Lincoln bedroom that day." "Except me," I corrected. "Except you," Moni acquiesced, grinning. She was still rubbing her thighs together. "Well," I began, "I've seen a new side of you today, Moni; one that swears, masturbates, sucks and fucks, and tells one hell of a story! I don't know what I'm going to do with you..." I teased. "Jim?" "Yeah?" "You said there were 2 possible things I could do," Moni reminded me. "What was the second?" "Become a porn star. If you're having sex with everyone, they'll forget the President." I grinned. Moni laughed. "I could never have sex with multiple partners! I'M a good girl!" I removed my hand from the lump in my pants. I took hers. "Then how about one?" Moni gasped when she saw the huge bulge tenting my pants. She let out a small sound then dragged me to her bedroom. I can't wait to see what a good girl she is. THE END [Author's Note: As you can see, this is more of a story about people talking about sex than a sex story itself. What I love about it is how Monica starts telling her story (and I like to think this is how it all went down... Wink ) in a conservative manner but she slowly shows her true colors or what was hidden all along. I wonder if that intern was fantasizing he was nailing hot Hillary... G] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Celebrity Parody Archive