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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.

Continued in part 2...

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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.
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