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Sarah Palin Made Me Suck Cock!

byStephanieSeymour69©

You can't miss my house. I have probably the only $20,000 house on a $10 million piece of property in the country. It's a gray, clapboard bungalow surrounded by palm trees and native grasses on the beach in Naples, Fla. Every house around mine is at least three times the height and 10 times as gaudy, everything either post-modern or peach-colored. My neighbors hate me.

I like it that way because they leave me alone. Ever since I struck the lotto, all I do is write my blog, look at online porn and watch CNN. It's heaven.

My blog started as a daily diary about what it was like to go from washing dishes for minimum wage to cashing million-dollar checks twice a year. But I started getting political when Sarah Palin started making her comeback from her 2008 defeat as the Republican vice presidential candidate.

I didn't pay much attention to politics when I was working. But I've tuned in since winning my $184 million only because I've had more time. I quickly found that Sarah Palin stands for everything I'm against. I want to control the flow of guns onto our nation's streets. She wants to arm everyone. I want to protect our coasts for future generations. All she wants to do is drill. I'm pro-choice. She's pro-life. You get the picture.

When I started trashing Sarah, the hits on my blog skyrocketed from a couple dozen a day to hundreds per hour. It was fun to know that people all over the world were reading my stuff. I began to wonder whether Sarah herself was checking it out.

She had an interesting way of letting me know.

I was scrolling through some of my favorite Internet cum shots on a Wednesday or Thursday-- it's easy to lose track when you don't work-- when three loud knocks rattled my door.

The noise scared the hell out of me. No one ever visits me.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's your buddy from Alaska," a familiar female voice said.

It couldn't be, I thought. But I had to ask.

"Sarah Palin?"

"You bet'cha," she said.

I tucked my cock back into my pants, buckled my belt and went to the door. When I swung it open, the former Republican vice presidential candidate was standing on my porch, flanked by a pair of Secret Service-type security guards, one of them holding a metal brief case.

"Hi," she said with a smile. "We've got to talk."

Sarah lunged at me before I could even begin comprehend what was happening. She pushed me back, almost knocking me on my ass, and let herself in. The two bodyguards followed, slamming the door shut behind them.

Sarah stood there quietly for a moment with her hands on her hips and a stern grimace on her face. While her eyes scanned my living room, I had a second to digest what was happening and check out Sarah in the flesh. She was much better looking in person than on TV, with longer legs and bigger tits than I would have expected. She wore heavy make-up and a red business suit with a short skirt. Sarah was a total MILF.

But it was clear she was pissed.

"That fuckin' blog of yours is causing a real problem," Sarah said, while pointing at me. "People are starting to agree with you, and it's humiliating. I could lose my job at Fox News."

Still shocked, the only response I could muster was, "Yeah, so?"

"So I've got a solution," she said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You're gonna quit writing it," she said.

I thought about that for a second. The novelty of having a celebrity in my house evaporated. My anger rose as her demand sunk into my brain.

"Now hold on a fuckin' second!" I yelled. "I've got rights here. First off, you got a lot of nerve coming to this state after the ass-kicking you and Johnny-boy got here in 2008. Second, this is my house. Third, what about freedom of speech?"

"This is politics, bitch," she said. "This has nothing to do with your fuckin' rights or freedoms!"

I'd really had enough.

"Ya know what-- get the fuck out of my house, and take your henchmen with you," I said. "You can read all about this little visit on my next blog entry."

Sarah didn't budge.

"Don't think so," she said.

"Yeah?" I asked. "What makes you so sure?"

Sarah smirked. She obviously had a plan. She knew something I didn't.

"Take off those fuckin' clothes, bitch," she said. "I'm gonna show you the meaning of humiliation."

I was stunned, unsure how to respond.

"Do it!" Sarah yelled.

The two guards menacingly stepped forward.

"OK, OK," I said. "I'm doing it."

I pulled my Detroit Red Wings T-shirt over my head and flung it in the corner. When I unbuckled my belt, my jeans fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. My boxers were still on.

"OK," I said. "Now what?"

"Take off everything," Sarah said.

I sighed and pulled down my underwear. Sarah gazed at my cock for a long time.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "I'm going to enjoy this."

"What the fuck is this all about?" I asked.

"We're having a little afternoon tea party," Sarah said. "Now get on your knees."

I obeyed.

"Charlie, get me the panties," Sarah said without taking her eyes off me.

The taller bodyguard set his briefcase on my desk and flipped open the front latches. I could hardly believe my eyes when he swung it open. There were no papers, folders or manila envelopes. Instead, it looked like a woman's lingerie drawer. He picked out a pair of lacy, white panties with his thumb and forefinger, then handed them to Sarah. She grabbed them.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor three times as she approached me with a twisted smile on her face. Only the ends of the panties were visible with the rest inside her fist.

"You know what these are?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"They're my dirty undies," she said. "My husband, Todd, ate me out through these panties last night. I came all over them not once, but twice. He's soooooo good at sucking pussy. You're probably wondering what all this means to you. Well, I'll tell ya. You're going to suck the crotch and then put them on."

Sarah unfurled the panties and spread them out in front of me with the corners hanging from her fingertips.

"Victoria's Secret," she said. "French cut."

"Very nice," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

"A smart-ass, huh?" Sarah said. "Maybe you need your mouth washed out with soap."

"Go fuck yourself," I said.

"My, my," she said. "I guess so. Too bad I don't have any soap. All I've got are these cum-soaked panties."

We were eyeballing each other hard. If scorn were a nuclear reaction, we would've blown the entire Florida peninsula off the map.

"Open your fuckin' mouth," she said. "I'm going to teach you a lesson."

The guard on my left was ready to pounce at the slightest sign of disobedience. Same with the the one on the right. My jaw slackened. It was all Sarah needed to jam the crotch of her soiled panties into my mouth. She pulled her hand away and left the garment hanging over my chin. Sarah stepped back, folded her arms and admired her work.

"Now suck 'em," she said.

My tongue ran over the fabric. She wasn't lying about cumming in the panties. I could tasty her salty juices.

"Show me how much you like them," Sarah said. "Moan for me."

My first sound was more of a low grumble than a moan.

"C'mon, bitch," Sarah said. "Do it like you mean it!"

I cranked up the enthusiasm.

"That's more like it," Sarah said. "Charlie, get the camera. Start filming."

The big security guard went to the briefcase and shoved his hand into the sea of lingerie. He pulled out a small video camera and flipped open the side screen, then trained the lens on me.

"OK, boss," he said. "We're rolling."

Sarah came over to me and looked down her nose into my eyes. She leaned over and pinched my nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers. I felt my cock stiffening. My moans were becoming less reluctant.

"You like that, don'cha, baby?" Sarah asked.

I responded in the affirmative with a deep, genuine moan that started in my guts and vibrated through my body. She gave me a warm, almost flirtatious smile. My eyelids fluttered.

Without warning, her kind face twisted into knots of anger. It was like watching David Bannister turn into the Incredible Hulk. She suddenly dropped my tits and smacked me across the face.

"Fuckin' homo fairy," she said.

The guards chuckled, as if it were an inside joke they'd heard before. Charlie was still filming.

Sarah stepped back and began a strip tease, throwing back her arms and letting her jacket slip to the floor. She reached up and pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. The bun fell apart. Sarah shook her head and let her dark, brown hair fall to her shoulders. Locking her eyes on mine, she slowly unbuttoned her white, silk shirt starting at the top. Sarah spun around so her back was to me. She lowered her arms and leaned back, letting the shirt fall.

I had a full-on erection. Even her back was sexy-- toned shoulders and no love handles. She turned around again to show me her delicious mounds, packed tightly in a lacy, black bra.

"Bet'cha didn't know I had a rack like this," she said. "They're 34c's. I gotta keep 'em wrapped up for the cameras. Conservative Christians just aren't into tits. Too bad, isn't it?"

With a sultry grin, she reached back and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor. Beneath she was wearing see-through black panties and a garter belt attached to thigh-high stockings. I could see a thin Mohawk of pubic hair beneath the panties.

Sarah came over to me and yanked the panties out of my mouth. She dropped them on the floor at her feet.

"You'll need those later," she said. "But this first."

Sarah pulled back the crotch of her panties, exposing the pink folds of flesh underneath. With her free hand, she put her hand on the back of my head and forced my face into her pussy.

"Suck it, " she said.

My tongue reached out to her clit. I flicked it, tickled it and and watched the goose pimples rise all over her body. She ground her pelvis into my face. I worked her harder. Her love juices dripped down my chin. I couldn't see anything but public hair.

"Ooooooooooh, fuuuuuuuuuuck," she said.

She trembled and came hard. When she eased back, her pussy remained connected to my tongue by a string of saliva. We watched it bow and finally snap under its own weight.

Sarah threw back her head and cackled.

"I love it when that happens," she said.

I raised my hand to wipe my mouth, but Sarah snatched it in mid air.

"No," she said. "Stand up."

My face became even with hers as a I rose to my feet. She gazed longingly into my eyes, holding my head in place with two fingers on my chin. Suddenly, she lunged forward. Her mouth closed over mine. She licked the pussy juice off my lips and then plunged her tongue between them. I kissed her back. My cock was rock hard.

Sarah broke off the kiss and looked down at my cock. She playfully batted it with the palm of her hand. She watched it bounce.

"Now the real fun begins," she said. "Put on those panties."

I didn't get it. I thought my expert pussy-eating had changed her mind about me.

"What?" I asked.

Sarah took the question as an affront to her authority. She delivered justice fast and hard with a smack across the face.

"You heard me, faggot!" she shrieked. "Put on the panties! Charlie, give him the rest of the outfit."

With his free hand, Charlie grabbed a handful of lacy lingerie out of the briefcase and threw it at my feet. I sighed and shook my head.

"Just fucking do it!" Sarah snapped. "I don't need any lip out of you."

Charlie steadied the camera with both hands. The other guard cracked his knuckles.

I picked up the largest garment. It was a white corset with shoulder straps and about a dozen hooks in the back. I slipped my arms through the straps and reached behind my back to fasten the hooks. It was damn near impossible. Every time I thought I had one secure, my fingers would slip and the corset would whip around my body. Sarah chuckled.

"Put it on backwards, then spin it around," Sarah said.

That worked a hell of a lot better. I was surprised to find I liked how it felt. The elastic made the corset hug tight to my body, while under wire in the bra pushed up my tits. It was like someone giving you a bear hug from behind and feeling you up at the same time.

I went for the white thigh-high stockings next, unrolling them up my legs one at a time. Garter straps dangling from the corset had snaps on the ends to attach to the stockings. The snaps were a real bitch, almost as bad as the corset hooks. Sarah folded her arms and puffed air out of her nose as I fumbled with the snaps.

"We're gonna have to get you better at this if we're going to be doing this on a regular basis," she said.

I rolled my eyes. It took me a while, but I finally got the snaps in place.

I finished off the outfit by pulling on the panties. They were clearly too small for me. But I was able to fit my cock and balls in the front, and I liked how the backside crept up my ass. I arranged my prick so that it was pointing up at my belly button and the sensitive underside brushed against the lace every time I moved.

"Time for your makeup," Sarah said.

Charlie slapped a tube of lipstick and an eyeliner pencil into her hand. Sarah uncapped the lipstick and twisted the bottom. A fire-red stick poked out of the top. Sarah moved in close.

"Part your lips," she said.

She rubbed the stick over my lips and replaced the cap. Sarah threw the tube at Charlie, who caught it one handed.

"Now close your eyes," Sarah said.

I felt the eyeliner pencil go gently over the edge of one eyelid, then the other.

"Now look up," Sarah said.

She drew on the bottom rims.

"Good enough," she said.

Sarah tossed the eyeliner to Charlie.

"You look like a real slut, you know that?" she asked.

I shrugged. My face was turning red.

"Oh yeah," she said, "and now we're gonna treat you like one. Charlie, have at her."

Charlie glared at me like a hungry lion licking his chops. He set down the camera on my desk to throw off his sport jacket and white collared shirt, revealing a body like the one Sylvester Stallone had in the mid 80s.

He picked up the camera and came over to me. Charlie aimed the camera at me with one hand and used his other to grab my shoulder and force me to my knees. He thrust the massive lump in his khaki pants into my face with a grunt.

I knew what I had to do.

I put my lips on the lump and blew warm air through the pants onto his pecker. He didn't notice when I let go that I'd left lipstick marks on the fabric. Let him try to explain that one to his wife, I thought.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his tight, white underwear. He had a hell of a cock-- at least nine inches of rock hard flesh pointing straight at me.

"Drill, baby, drill," Sarah said.

Charlie smirked and pressed his cock into my sealed lips.

I grabbed the base and opened my mouth, taking the head inside me. Even before I got to the shaft, I already had a mouthful. I pulled back and looked up at him. Charlie stared back, his face hard as stone.

I opened wide and put his prick back into my mouth. Charlie's hand gripped the back of my head like a bowling ball and pushed. His cock disappeared inside me. I gagged, but Charlie didn't stop until my nose was buried in pubic hair. I gasped for air as he let my head pull back. But before my lips could leave his flesh, Charlie forced me to take all nine inches again. I gagged, but not as hard. When I went down a third time, I barely gagged at all. Charlie started fucking my face. I let my throat relax.

"Cum on her face!" Sarah yelled.

Charlie yanked out his cock and squirted hard onto my forehead. Jizz oozed down my face. I blinked his sperm out of my eyes. I licked it off my lips.

Sarah knelt next to me. She gazed dreamily into my eyes for a minute and then suddenly lurched forward. Her tongue dragged across my face, lapping up Charlie's cum. She was thorough. Sarah started at the source on my forehead and made her way down until she lovingly kissed the last drop from my chin.

When she pulled back her head, Sarah gave me that dreamy gaze again. But it didn't last long. She Hulked-out again, smacking my cheek harder than ever.

"'Fuckin' whore," she said.

Without taking her eyes off me, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers at the other body guard, who stripped to his bare ass. He was just as built as Charlie.

The guard came over and put his cock between Sarah's face and my face. I took this as a sign I was supposed to start sucking again. But as I opened my mouth and moved into position, Sarah pushed me away.

She took the guard's meat all the way into her mouth. The guard left his hands at his side. Although Sarah was on her knees, she was clearly in charge of the blow job. She sucked ferociously. His entire pole disappeared inside her every time her head thrust forward.

Sarah sensed the moment he was about to pop and threw back her head. The guard fired his sperm, making a huge mess of her face. He left streaks of cum from her forehead to chin. Sarah looked like she was in heaven.

She fell to her back and arched her hips to get her panties off her ass, then slid them down her legs and tossed them to the side.

She looked at me through her spread legs.

"C'mere and fuck me," she said.

I pulled off my panties and positioned myself between her thighs. My cock was poised at her pussy as pools of jizz began to stream down her face.

"Clean the mess while you fuck me," she said.

Sarah cupped my tits with her hands as my stiff prick slid inside her. I licked the guard's salty jizz off Sarah's face while slowly pumping her.

"Cum inside me," she whispered.

Her breath on my ear was all I could take. My loins exploded into her like a nuclear bomb.

I pulled out and flopped breathlessly onto my back. Sarah didn't stick around to cuddle. She got up and started dressing, while Charlie shut off the video camera and put it back in the briefcase.

"I'm gonna make this real simple," Sarah said, while zipping up the back of her skirt. "You ruin my reputation, I'll kill yours. That video will be leaked to You Tube and every major news outlet in the country. Of course, all details that identify me will be professionally edited out. But you will certainly be shown as a cock-sucking, cross-dressing faggot.

"If you don't believe me, ask Tina Fey why she hasn't done any impressions of me lately."

Sarah and the guards finished dressing. I just laid there on the floor, too spent to move.

Charlie closed the briefcase and secured the latches. The three headed for the door. The guards went out first. Sarah was just about to close the door behind her when she looked back over her shoulder.

"You keep that corset," she said. "You're going to need it."

"For what?" I asked.

Sarah smiled.

"There's a Republican governor from California who has a saying," she said.

"Wait, lemme guess," I said. "I'll be back."

She winked and closed the door.

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