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The Governor's Bed
by Kayla (address withheld)
***
Sarah Palin's naughty intern has to go without the
company of her lesbian sex tutor - until an unexpected
snowstorm paves the way for an unexpected reunion. (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."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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