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Monica Lewinsky: Moni and Me
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
***
This is another 'Vintage Geminiguy' story. I can even
come close to its original writing date, not long
after June 5th, 2003. 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]
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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!
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