CARRY ME AWAY, KERRY

IT WAS A HOT SUMMER NIGHT IN BOSTON. The city streets smelled of fish and drunk Irish. The Convention Center was full of avid, loyal democrats intent on changing policy in the United States. They saw the vessel for that much-needed change as Senator John Kerry. I would later know the good Senator from Massachusetts as my vessel for SEXTASY.

I was a young, hopeful lobbyist and prospective White House intern with a good head on my shoulders and a candy apple ass. I had a tiny waist, shapely legs, an impeccable face and flowing red hair that cascaded in thick tendrils around my tanned shoulders. Every guy I had ever been with said I had perfect tits. It was just chance that that night I had been pressed to the front of the crowd, near the stage by the time John Kerry took the platform. As he walked out, I saw his 60 year old frame shift sensually in his politician’s garb. I was immediately impressed by the tall, horse-like man. Not sexually, of course, but I admired his statesman-like presence. However, I heard myself whisper under my breath, “I bed his cock is GINORMOUS. Like a real-life horse”

I was so moved by his fucking speech, I can’t even remember what it was about. What I DO remember is that his dick, which was imperceptible when he walked out on stage, gradually became visible under the stiff expensive fabric. He was sweating too. I remember that, he was sweating. I reminded me of …. A huge stallion , with a huge cock, just waiting to go to stud for some candy appled ass redhead.

So like I said before, this long-faced man had one more long head located somewhere on his body (and it wasn’t on his head, hehe). In face I could see it in his pants. I was barely 4 feet away from it and as I stared at it (I couldn’t help it girls!) I could feel my hands drop to my thighs and start to caress them. It was at this moist moment that I caught John Kerry’s eye. He looked down at me, for a second, and I flashed him my patented I WANNA FUCK YOU YET I’M TOTALLY COY grin. It worked like gangbusters.

The next few minutes passed and the acceptance speech received uproarious applause. I somehow made my way backstage (I don’t know how I got past secret service , it must have had something to do with my candy apple ass) and suddenlly I was sitting on a bean bag chair and I could see James Carville talking to someone or something. I waited there for 10 minutes and was starting to get pissed and frustrated when I saw him come through the crowd of politically minded people. I had unconscioulsy let my legs open up and I must have flashed him a little puss from underneath my super-short skirt because I caught him smile at my crotch area. He came over to me quickly and said “HERE GO TO THE RAMADA INN IN ROOM 12 THE SECRET SERVICE WILL TAKE YOU THERE” and he whispered this by the way in my ear. The next thing I knew I was being whisked away in a black van like on the x-files or something to the ramada inn. The secret service took me into room twelve and when my eyes adjusted to the light …..

CHAPTER 2

……………I could see John Kerry sitting lanuqidly on the bed. “I ditched Teresa” he said . I could see he had a huge erection . I could see this through his pants. That were now like a boyscout tent. “Strip down to your underpants” he mumbled. And I did. I just happened to be wearing my best Fredericks of hollywood crotchless panties and my candy apple ass looked great in them. I could see he had moved his hands over to his pants and was stroking his cock through his pants. His pants then came off because I took them off because now I was kissing him and taking his pants off while rubbing my perfect tits on his chest. He grappled with my tits which I normally don’t like but I did this time because his hands were kind of clammy and it made my tits tingle like there was menthol on them or something. “SMOKE IT” he whispered in my ear and I did. I couldn’t believe how big it was when I took it into my mouth. It filled everything and was gonna make me gag but I lost that reflex logn ago. He moaned and rubbed his chest like a girl or something. After I gave him some of my best oral talents I decided it was time I got fucked. So I said “lie down, professor Kerry” we both giggled and he did. It was standing straight up at a perfect angle and it was like a horse and I climbed on top of it like one would ride a horse. As its incredible, horse-like lenghts and widths filled me, I moaned and screamed I’M GETTING FUCKED BY A SENATOR! YEAH! After John had had his fill of me on top, he said “BOTTOMS UP “ and then he pulled my bottoms up and he did it doggystyle while getting to rub and stare at my candy apple ass. Wow he really did me hard and I almost went numb from the pleasure inside my body and mind and his huge dick and he slapped my ass a little bit while grunting. I was close to coming and then I came ( I couldn’t help it girls!) because he kep hitting my g-spot or something with his huge horse dick. He came after me but when he did his body went rigid and he said at the same moment “CLAM CHOWDER” . I guess that’s a Boston thing or something. After our sex fun, John Kerry got up and put on his pants and jacket and shirt and tie and walked out and said “thank you” and left. And I think I’m gonna vote for him and, oh hey!, yeah one the secret service guys (that were watching by the way) is now my boyfriend and were gonna get married.