vladthepaler
2008-10-31, 18:09
Bigcock Yomama felt a familiar shift in his red, white and blue boxers as the crowd cheered. It always gave him wood when he heard the adoring masses chanting his name, especially when he saw some of the finer bitches in the audience give him that familiar "If-I-had-you-alone-I'd-fuck-your-brains-out" look in their eyes.
I'd better wrap this up before my stiffy knocks the podium over, Bigcock thought, then he gave the crowd a final wave and stepped off the platform. He returned to his trailer, where, as always, his staff had a million things for him to do, say or sign.
He made an appeal to his chief of staff: "Can I get about fifteen minutes before we get to the next item?"
The loyal assistant immediately corralled the other staff, press and supporters into a nearby waiting room, while Bigcock retreated into his private quarters.
The room was amply supplied, with a large, fold-out sofa, a boardroom-sized meeting table with comfy leather chairs, a top-of-the-line media center and a mini-kitchen.
On this occasion, there was also a woman. Bigcock recognized her immediately, and his increasingly stiffening member indicated his interest.
She stood before him dressed in her usual garb: a sensible red dress, and those tortoiseshell-framed glasses that made her look so intellectual. "I was hoping we'd have a moment alone together, Senator," Farrah Failin cooed as she started unbuttoning her jacket, then her white blouse. He saw that her erect nipples could barely be contained beneath the wispy material of her blouse. Was she wearing a bra? It didn't matter: it would be off in another minute.
Bigcock preferred to fuck while fully dressed, especially when he was nailing the running mate of his opponent, McLame, who hadn't been able to get it up in years. "Don't strip all the way," he told his soon-to-be conquest. "I want you to leave your skirt, stockings and shoes on."
Farrah Failin blushed at his command, his domineering presence making her even wetter. She dropped her jacket to the floor, then peeled off her blouse.
Meanwhile, Bigcock unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive prick, which was about 90% hard already. The sight of this half-nude woman who was wet for him, a woman who, in public, could only express scorn for him, made him 100 per cent.
Farrah Failin started to hike her skirt up. "Do you want me on my knees?" she asked with the humility of a woman who knew not only that she would soon be defeated, but that sooner still she would be impaled on the enormous dick before her.
Bigcock watched her rub her finger lightly over her damp panties with one hand and unsnap the front of her bra with the other. "No, Farrah, I want you to turn around, bend over and grab your ankles."
She obeyed. Slipping off her bra, she paused a moment to squeeze her nipples, which were hard enough to cut glass at that point. Keeping her eyes on his cock, Farrah then turned around slowly, pulling her skirt up all the way, then sliding her silk panties down to her ankles.
Bigcock approached her slowly, teasingly, making her pussy ache for the ultimate penetration. The tip of his cock brushed up against her right cheeck, then her left, then he guided it toward the center.
She bit her lip and moaned as he worked it along the slick surface of her engorged lips. "Please fuck me...please," she begged, as he worked the head just barely into her quivering hole.
She couldn't take it any longer. Farrah Failin backed her ass into the powerful rod behind her, sinking it completely into her depths. Bigcock put his hands on her thighs and pushed himself all the way in as she muffled a scream of ecstacy.
"You like this, bitch? You like having this huge, black cock inside you?" He always enjoyed putting snobby white whores in their place.
Farrah was taking her pounding like a good little girl, releasing gasps with an ever-increasing tempo. "I...love...it...fuck...me...harder....yes...yes... .YES!" She came harder than she ever had with her husband, and Farrah Failin knew that she was going to have to change her politics if she ever expected a permanent place "on his staff."
Bigcock withdrew his pole from her hole, and ordered her to drop to her knees. "Suck your pussy juices off of my cock," he demanded, and she greedily sucked and licked off every drop. She continued sucking hard, fondling his balls and stroking his shaft until he was ready to burst.
"I'm coming...yeah...take it down your throat!" Bigcock ordered, and she opened wide, her tongue out, ready to accept his gift. He stroked his cock a few more times and shot load after load of hot jizz into her mouth, splashing it all over her chin, cheeks and glasses.
Bigcock slapped his member on her face a few times as a reminder that he was her master. She loved every minute of it. "Thank you for letting me have your cum," she humbly submitted as she swallowed the bulk of it, wiping the remainders with her fingers and rubbing them on her tits.
"Anytime. You know I'm always happy to 'pole the electorate.'"
THE END
Next time: "The Oval Orifice"
I'd better wrap this up before my stiffy knocks the podium over, Bigcock thought, then he gave the crowd a final wave and stepped off the platform. He returned to his trailer, where, as always, his staff had a million things for him to do, say or sign.
He made an appeal to his chief of staff: "Can I get about fifteen minutes before we get to the next item?"
The loyal assistant immediately corralled the other staff, press and supporters into a nearby waiting room, while Bigcock retreated into his private quarters.
The room was amply supplied, with a large, fold-out sofa, a boardroom-sized meeting table with comfy leather chairs, a top-of-the-line media center and a mini-kitchen.
On this occasion, there was also a woman. Bigcock recognized her immediately, and his increasingly stiffening member indicated his interest.
She stood before him dressed in her usual garb: a sensible red dress, and those tortoiseshell-framed glasses that made her look so intellectual. "I was hoping we'd have a moment alone together, Senator," Farrah Failin cooed as she started unbuttoning her jacket, then her white blouse. He saw that her erect nipples could barely be contained beneath the wispy material of her blouse. Was she wearing a bra? It didn't matter: it would be off in another minute.
Bigcock preferred to fuck while fully dressed, especially when he was nailing the running mate of his opponent, McLame, who hadn't been able to get it up in years. "Don't strip all the way," he told his soon-to-be conquest. "I want you to leave your skirt, stockings and shoes on."
Farrah Failin blushed at his command, his domineering presence making her even wetter. She dropped her jacket to the floor, then peeled off her blouse.
Meanwhile, Bigcock unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive prick, which was about 90% hard already. The sight of this half-nude woman who was wet for him, a woman who, in public, could only express scorn for him, made him 100 per cent.
Farrah Failin started to hike her skirt up. "Do you want me on my knees?" she asked with the humility of a woman who knew not only that she would soon be defeated, but that sooner still she would be impaled on the enormous dick before her.
Bigcock watched her rub her finger lightly over her damp panties with one hand and unsnap the front of her bra with the other. "No, Farrah, I want you to turn around, bend over and grab your ankles."
She obeyed. Slipping off her bra, she paused a moment to squeeze her nipples, which were hard enough to cut glass at that point. Keeping her eyes on his cock, Farrah then turned around slowly, pulling her skirt up all the way, then sliding her silk panties down to her ankles.
Bigcock approached her slowly, teasingly, making her pussy ache for the ultimate penetration. The tip of his cock brushed up against her right cheeck, then her left, then he guided it toward the center.
She bit her lip and moaned as he worked it along the slick surface of her engorged lips. "Please fuck me...please," she begged, as he worked the head just barely into her quivering hole.
She couldn't take it any longer. Farrah Failin backed her ass into the powerful rod behind her, sinking it completely into her depths. Bigcock put his hands on her thighs and pushed himself all the way in as she muffled a scream of ecstacy.
"You like this, bitch? You like having this huge, black cock inside you?" He always enjoyed putting snobby white whores in their place.
Farrah was taking her pounding like a good little girl, releasing gasps with an ever-increasing tempo. "I...love...it...fuck...me...harder....yes...yes... .YES!" She came harder than she ever had with her husband, and Farrah Failin knew that she was going to have to change her politics if she ever expected a permanent place "on his staff."
Bigcock withdrew his pole from her hole, and ordered her to drop to her knees. "Suck your pussy juices off of my cock," he demanded, and she greedily sucked and licked off every drop. She continued sucking hard, fondling his balls and stroking his shaft until he was ready to burst.
"I'm coming...yeah...take it down your throat!" Bigcock ordered, and she opened wide, her tongue out, ready to accept his gift. He stroked his cock a few more times and shot load after load of hot jizz into her mouth, splashing it all over her chin, cheeks and glasses.
Bigcock slapped his member on her face a few times as a reminder that he was her master. She loved every minute of it. "Thank you for letting me have your cum," she humbly submitted as she swallowed the bulk of it, wiping the remainders with her fingers and rubbing them on her tits.
"Anytime. You know I'm always happy to 'pole the electorate.'"
THE END
Next time: "The Oval Orifice"