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Calahan's Campaign Ch. 01

By: SEVERUSMAX



Thank you, snooper (Charmbrights), for the excellent and unsparing editing work. I had several mistakes that I knew needed correction to make this story "Lit-worthy", so only a candid critique would suffice for that purpose. I see that I clearly picked the right editor. I also appreciate your patience with my primitive computer and the difficulty of opening the files you sent me. Thanks, also, Amasterfound, for helping me FINALLY open the files. 

Governor Bruce Calahan knew that he would miss Susie Brock a lot - in fact, it really saddened him when she had to leave for Harvard, but he knew intellectually that it was best for both of them. She needed to get a Harvard degree, and he needed to get busy on his re-election campaign. 

He knew that the other party was going to put up a tough candidate this time - one who would be much harder to beat. He would have to spend more time on the campaign trail, which would have left little time for him to spend with his sweet Susie.

He was musing about this as he prepared to meet with his new campaign manager today - the one that his party's chairman had recommended to him. She came with much of a reputation for being a "killer" - a really ruthless staffer out to do what it took to get her man elected. 

Calahan had to replace his last manager because the man had been caught using cocaine after the first year of his term. He wondered about this replacement. Would she live up to her "nasty" reputation? If so, would there be friction and tension in the campaign offices?

"Hello, Governor Calahan? I am Elizabeth Chancery, your new campaign manager," a short, petite, seemingly non-threatening woman with horn-rimmed glasses announced.

"Yes, I've heard a great degree about you, Ms. Chancery. Well, are you ready to begin working on your first day of this campaign?"

"Certainly, but please call me 'Liz'. I like being called that better than 'Ms.' - that's an old joke of mine!"

"Not the ultra-feminist type, eh?"

"No, but I throw people off by dressing like one sometimes - it keeps them guessing."

"Ah, so you make yourself enigmatic - mysterious, as a kind of psychological warfare."

"Yes, my shortness helps me be less threatening to men, but my clothes confuse the sisters as to my agenda. I like having fun at their expense."

"I see. Well, enough about that; we have work to do. Tell me, first of all, what kind of theme should we go for, to start out best in the voters' minds? Should we go positive, emphasizing the accomplishments of my administration, or start targeting the potential opponents, before any of them wins the primary this year?"

"Well, positive sir, for now, because we don't really know who our opponent will be, and attacking someone who isn't nominated would just stir up trouble and waste our time. I do think that we should go visceral, somewhat, if you get my drift."

"Visceral - do you mean that I should try to appeal to their guts, as it were? Get a kind of credibility advantage, to make them instinctively side with me?"

"Exactly - especially with women, because you have advantages there already, and you should exploit those to get female votes."

"What sort of advantages?"

"Well, first of all, you're handsome, relatively young, charming, and a bachelor, so they are able to kind of view you sexually and even indulge any crushes they might already have on you, sir."

"Crushes? Well, I knew that I was somewhat sexy, but you're talking of me in the same way that people used to speak of JFK, RFK, or Bill Clinton. Won't that backfire with some girls? I know that many will be drawn to vote for a man they find appealing, but what about the fact that I am known as a rake - won't that image reinforce my reputation, and make the more old-fashioned ladies suspicious of me?"

"Well, it didn't stop girls from voting for Clinton, did it? For some, your reputation will be helpful, because despite their protests to the contrary, a lot of women are drawn to a womanizer - must be, or the womanizer wouldn't succeed. Many of women feel that a womanizer is an 'alpha male', though they'll never admit, of course. In the voting booth, no one will pressure or know for sure how or why they voted. It's just down to them, and their feelings about you."

"A cogent point, but am I really that appealing to that many girls? I mean, what age bracket are we talking about?"

"Several. I'm thirty-four, for instance, and I find you attractive."

"Really, I thought you were a lesbian - that's what I'd heard."

"I am bisexual, sir, so I did have a girlfriend once, which no doubt contributed to the rumor."

"Oh, I see. Well, we'll have to watch ourselves, won't we?"

"Why's that? I'm not the type to kiss and tell, or throw silly sexual harassment charges at you later. I wouldn't be opposed to dating you, sir, if you were interested."

"That's nice to hear. Just remember that my reputation as a skirt-chaser is accurate. I've only been faithful to one woman in my life, and then only for a semester. That's about how long I figure that I can last with only one girl."

"That's fine, sir, but I'm not the jealous type. I want to be free to sleep with both men and women, and I'm not going to give my partner any excuse to monopolize me or resent my flings."

"Very well. I think that us dating may be alright then, especially as it would give you extra motivation to work hard for me."

"True, now about the rest of your immediate campaign themes ... "

The two of them got back to work, but the ice was now broken, as they had admitted their interest in each other. There was some sexual tension in the air, now, however, and they would have to act on their interest soon, or it would just build. Both of them knew that, and as they wrapped up the first day of working together, Governor Calahan decided to take the initiative and propose their first date.

"So, how about my place, at nine tonight?"

"What's for dinner?"

"Prime rib, asparagus, and baked potatoes."

"Sounds splendid. I'll be there on time, sir, and I don't think that anyone from your Mansion staff will be surprised to see a campaign worker at the Governor's residence."

"That's certainly true, but you don't need to call me 'sir', any more. If we're dating, even casually, you can me 'Bruce' in private. In front of the others, of course, you should just call me 'Chief' - everyone does, and they'll know whom you're talking about."

"Chief, as in a Celtic chieftain?"

"Exactly, it's an Irish thing."

"Alright, that's cool. I'll do that, Chief."

When she arrived, Liz saw everything ready as Governor Calahan had indicated, and she also saw that he was talking on the phone to someone.

"Well, that's very good, Susie. I really miss you, as well, but you know that we have to be apart, for both of our sakes. Yes, I intend to e-mail you frequently, because I always love what you have to say, and how you say it. I really will call you now and then too. Phone sex? Yes, I think that will be nice, because you have such a sexy accent, you know. How's Harvard? Very well, it sounds like your studies are doing well, but don't forget to make friends too. Yes, I think that you could attract a lot of men. The dean of women? Well, just be careful - she may not appreciate it if you ever decide to break it off. Bye, bye, dear. Have fun - get good grades, alright, for Daddy?"

Calahan hung up, and Liz gave him a curious look.

"Susie, huh?"

"Yeah, she's my ex-girlfriend."

"Sounded more like your daughter, Bruce."

"Yes, well, we play around with the whole 'Daddy' thing. It's role-playing fun. She's a lovely girl, but there were some differences that got in the way of a long-term relationship."

"Differences like her desire to go to Harvard, and your interest in other women?"

"Precisely. We both have different needs at the moment, but I still care about her a lot."

"Well, that's special, but I'm not really into the 'Daddy's girl' role-playing thing. I prefer 'boss/secretary' stuff myself."

"Is that a fact? You want to play the sexy assistant, getting more for her boss than coffee, eh?"

"Exactly, and I don't appreciate feminist kill-joys who ruin it for the rest of us, due to their puritanical beliefs."

"I can be a very strict boss, you know." 

"I understand that, and I'll try to get everything perfect for you."

"Ok, well, after dinner, we can play that 'boss/secretary thing', if you wish."

"Thank you, Bruce. I'm looking forward to it, especially in my soaked panties."

"Soaked already?"

"Just the thought of us doing that gets my pussy wet, soaking my undies."

"Cool."

After dinner, which was delicious, they did just as she hoped. Bruce ordered her to bring him some coffee, she did, and then he complained that it was too cold. That was just an excuse to spank her, of course, and she knew it, which just made it hotter.


"Lean over the desk, Liz."

"Okay, Chief."

Several consecutive whacks of his paddle hit her bottom, making it very sore indeed. She noticed that he was very proficient with this particular paddle, and she understood that he had used it on others, probably including that Susie girl. That thought really turned her on, because she just loved the idea of a used paddle that had pleasured other women, hitting her butt.

"You do this a lot, don't you Chief?"

"Spank my lovers? Of course, because they tend to love it."

"I love it too. Please spank me more."

"You don't sound that enthusiastic - convince me that you want more spanking of your tight little ass."

"Please, spank me again, Chief - harder!"

"That's much better, Liz."

More smacks across her bottom had the proper effect, as Liz was wetter than ever.

"Thank you, Chief! I'm wet enough for your cock now, so please fuck me!"

"Fuck you now, while you're still in your dress clothes?"

"Yes! Fuck me while I wear these clothes - make them smell like cum and sweat!"

"Will you promise to wear them to work tomorrow, and not wash them first, so everyone can tell that you got laid tonight?"

"Yes, I promise to wear these clothes after you soil them with your cum!"

"Good girl. Now, you've earned my cock in your pussy - that is where you wanted it, wasn't it?"

"Yes, even before I met you! I always hoped to work for you!"

"You really want to work for me, because you want to fuck me - to fuck your boss, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, so please fuck your assistant!"

"Ok, here I go."

Calahan lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and just inserted himself into her pussy from behind. She screamed her pleasure, as he apparently pressed against her sore cheeks, oblivious to her pain. He kept slamming her harder, getting her wetter still as he probed further inside her vagina. He could tell that this "tough broad" was a sub when it came to sex, and that she craved his powerful cock to control her.

"Oh, fuck! Bruce, I love this - fuck me longer, fuck me harder, fuck me as furiously as you can!"

"That's my girl! Yes, I am fucking you roughly - can you feel my dick shoving deeper inside you, reaching almost to your womb?"

"Yes! I can feel it everywhere in my cunt - oh, holy shit!"

"You're the Chief's slut, now, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am the Chief's slut - your slut! I am a slut, and I need your hard, stiff cock in my pussy!"

He continued to screw her as aggressively as possible, making her a slave to his manhood. She felt like a drill was sinking deeply into her body, relentlessly drilling it with all of its power. She was at the mercy of his cock, and he had no mercy on her, just ramming her harder and harder every second, until at last his vigorous penetration had its effect. She shrieked out a high-pitched scream that the whole Mansion must have heard, and then came all over his dick, soaking it with her girl-cum.

Liz rested her head on his desk for a second, as he pulled out and began licking her butt and twat. Clearly exhausted, she succumbed to the pleasure, as he ejaculated onto her ass-cheeks, then picked some of the cum off of it with his fingers, and stuck it into her mouth. He then resumed licking her ass and pussy, getting more of his own cum in his mouth, and then French-kissed Liz, making her gasp with delight.

She looked up at him with the sweetest, most uncharacteristic smile, and whispered "I want more," as she put her head back on the table.

"Later, my dear girl, because you need your beauty rest, and I need mine too, come to think of it. Just spend the night, and I'll fuck you in the morning."

"That's all I ask, Bruce. I just want more of your hard prick inside me. Thank you, Chief," she spoke, as she began to fall asleep.

Bruce Calahan grinned, knowing that the next morning he'd wake up to a lot more than just breakfast.

Calahan's Campaign Ch. 02



Governor Bruce Calahan was right. He woke up to find Liz playing with his cock and balls. Clearly, she had planned a little special shake for breakfast. His thoughts were confirmed she saw him awake and began to lower her mouth onto his manhood. She might have been a nerd, but she was one who could suck a cock better than most women.

The experience only intensified when she started licking his balls and deep-throating him. She obviously wanted to get him off rapidly, because that was a combination bound to do it. Her tongue kept getting him closer to a release. He felt his dick enlarge and fill more of her mouth. She just continued to take him further down her throat.

If Ms. Chancery was applying for the position of girlfriend, she was definitely selling herself well. He was very impressed with her oral abilities so far. He just hoped that she was as good a manager as she was a sex partner, since he would be re-elected for certain. This was the kind of lover that he needed: wild, energetic, and passionate.

While he weighed all of these ideas, Calahan felt a familiar twitch in his cock. He was on the brink of relief. Liz must have realized this as well, but it didn't stop her from sucking his dick. As a matter of fact, she started licking him again as well.

This increased stimulation soon forced the Governor to cum. His seed poured down her throat, as she thirstily swallowed it. Even wearing her glasses, she looked like very seductive at that moment, with a satisfied look on her face. Obviously, she was quite happy to drink his juices.

"How was that, Bruce?" she asked him mischievously.

"Damn, that was wonderful! How did you know that I wasn't going to pee in your mouth, though?" he reacted.

"I didn't. Frankly, it wouldn't have bothered me. I'm cool with golden showers. I guess you may find that hard to understand. I won't blame you if that's not a fetish of yours," Ms. Chancery replied.

"I'm not too keen on the idea of drinking piss, but I won't judge you for that interest. Just don't ask me to taste yours, okay?" Calahan said.

"I know, it would gross you out. Then again, I don't care if you drink mine. It's about humiliation for me. I like to swallow it myself as a sign of submission. I'm a masochist. Would you at least consider letting me drink yours some time? Think of it this way. I won't ask you to kiss me right afterward. I'll wash out my mouth. All that would happen is that you would have to use the restroom less and I would use it more," she explained.

"Okay, my dear. If you're so thirsty for my piss, so be it. That's something in which I never expected to participate, I'll tell you! I need to empty my bladder from last night, so go ahead and open your mouth again. Just use plenty of mouthwash after you swallow it," he said, sitting up on the side of the bed so she could drink his other fluid.

Liz eagerly proved that she wasn't kidding, as she got on her knees on the floor and let Bruce pee down her throat. He felt weird urinating in a person's mouth. However, it was a quicker relief from his full bladder than he would have received if he had been required to walk to the toilet in his personal bathroom. True to their agreement, she ran to the sink to clean her mouth and teeth.

Thinking that they were done with sex for a while and ready for breakfast, Governor Calahan started to get dressed. Ms. Chancery, however, wanted more from him and knew how to convince him to give it to her. She jumped back onto the bed, totally nude, and touched her own clit. Fingering herself, she lifted her legs to let him see her pucker.

"Are you trying to seduce me, again? Holy cow, you're a horny one! If I didn't know better, I'd say that you're a slut," the Governor declared.

"Oh, but I am a slut! I suppose that I should have made it clearer to you, Chief. Mind you, I'm your slut now. I hope that my new Master doesn't mind fucking his slave again. I'm a horny bitch, all right," Liz winked at him.

"You're horny alright, but I wouldn't call you a bitch. Provided that you join me for breakfast immediately after we fuck, I don't object to taking your pussy. Or was it your ass that you were offering me?" he teased her back.

"Either one, Master. You're the boss, right? All I care about right now is taking a hard cock in some rough, animal sex!" she grinned hungrily.

Taking some lube from the bathroom medicine cabinet, Bruce put it on his cock and straddled Liz. Grabbing her legs and keeping them above his shoulders, he rammed her pussy with his dick. Thrusting vigorously into her, he saw her eyes look intensely at him as he fucked her. They had a pleading look to them, as if she were begging for even rougher penetration.

"Holy shit! You're gonna make me cum!" she screamed.

After several minutes of more rutting, Liz came hard. She turned out to be a gusher, with her womanly juices squirting from her soaked opening. Her heart also raced faster. No wonder they recommend this for cardio exercise, she thought, because it certainly works for me. I just hope he loved it as much.

"Jesus fucking Christ, that was outstanding, Chief!" she shouted, the sweat dripping down her petite body.

"I'm pleased that you liked it so much, Liz. It's always flattering to a man," he teased the lady.

She then concentrated on making certain that her Master, the Governor of the Commonwealth, would cum as well. He wasn't going to do that quite yet, though. Having cum earlier that morning, he had pretty good control.

Even so, he couldn't hold out indefinitely. The more Ms. Chancery milked her boss, the closer he got to a release. He wanted to cum pretty soon, as they were both getting hungry by now. She kept squeezing his cock with her suddenly tighter cunt, deliberately making it more difficult to prevent his explosion.

While they pushed closer to Bruce's relief, Liz came yet again. This time was less intense than the last, but it still counted as an orgasm in anyone's book. Between it and the previous climax, she knew that she had to get him off before he wore her out. The roughness of their sex life was apparently something to which she would have to get accustomed, not that she minded. It was a fool who complained of too great a sexual relationship.

Just a few minutes later, Governor Calahan shot his load again. There was not as much of his cum as before. Nevertheless, he had more than enough to fertilize the egg cells that were ready that day. Unknown to either the politician or his campaign manager, he had knocked her up. Since neither of them were aware of her new situation, they worried about other matters instead. The fraternal twins would be an issue to arise later.

Speaking of eggs, they were both starving by that time, so Bruce reminded Liz, "Okay, I'm famished. Time to wash up quickly and eat some breakfast. I feel like an omelet and hash browns. How about you?"

"With cheese, I hope?" she requested.

"Is there any other way to make omelets? Cheese and onions are mandatory in my book, preferably some sharp cheddar. Sound good?" he remarked.

"Very good! I take it that the Mansion kitchen staff will cook it for us," she reacted.

"Well, of course. They make just about all of my meals these days, unless I'm on the campaign trail. Gotta keep the public servants well fed, you know," he winked at her.

"Then I'm looking forward to many more breakfasts in the Governor's Mansion, Chief. I really want to make sure that you're re-elected now. After all, you're my lover, right?" she declared.

"Yep. I'm pretty sure that you're a keeper. I  fucked you without protection, which I usually only do with those women who have romantic potential. I guess it's my way of subconsciously saying that I don't mind having children with a particular woman. You're a brainy girl, which is basically my type. Now, let's eat some grub already," he taunted her as they finished getting dressed and headed to the informal dining room of the Governor's Mansion.

Liz just winked at him and made a raspberry sound. She knew that this would be the most enjoyable job she had ever known. She loved the idea of working closely with her new boss. He even had a sense of humor, as shown by the easy way that he handled her joke. That was already a good sign.




Calahan's Campaign Ch. 03



"Do you, Elizabeth Michelle Chancery, take this man, Bruce Fitzpatrick Calahan, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty, as in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest asked the rather obviously pregnant and mature bride. He personally thought that this wedding was late, by the Church's standards, but better late than never. 

"I do," the somewhat amused bride answered, trying to keep a straight face. To have a traditional Catholic wedding for an open marriage of a known skirt-chaser and his bisexual bride was just another example of her new husband's quirkiness. 

It had been his idea, after all. He was a rather indifferent Roman Catholic and their marriage had secret sadomasochistic undertones, but she would never defy her lover/boss/Master over something like this. No, defiance was for more serious matters and BDSM scenes when she wanted to be punished. Of course, he was sure to punish her in ways that she didn't intend, but that was part of his role in their D/s relationship. 

It was a slight scandal, of course, that the Governor had knocked her up. The major controversy wasn't over his philandering ways: they were too notorious, by now, and people had accepted them on the grounds that he was a single man and free to sleep with whomever he pleased. No, what voters found most shocking was his crossing of professional lines in the age of sexual harassment law by sleeping with his new campaign manager. Feminists were a bit outraged by this fact. 

Some Catholics were disturbed by the premarital aspect, but most winked at that situation more than they did at the news that his expecting lover was an avowed atheist and had a history of bisexuality. There was open speculation on whether the Governor and his proudly declared partner would or even could be faithful to each other. Some were worried that there might be threesomes in the Governor's Mansion. Such concerns, of course, underrated the chances of wild sex, in fact. Threesomes would be the tamest sort of behavior going on between the sheets of the executive marriage bed. If the people knew that their new First Lady liked to be dominated, bound, and punished, they might not have voted to re-elect her new husband. 

Then again, maybe nothing could have saved Calahan's opponent from the real scandal that fall. After initial spikes in the polls driven by his ads attacking Calahan's character for his history of lechery, State Attorney General Mark Duncan was caught with his own pants down, and he was supposed to be happily married. What was worse was the fact that the girl was a prostitute and they were arrested in a police vice sting. 

Between his hypocrisy and the contrast with Calahan's bachelor status (which made the latter's behavior seem, if religiously immoral to some God-fearing voters, at least not hurtful to anyone), Duncan's "family values" surge was over in a few days. He ended up avoiding jail-time, but pleading guilty to a misdemeanor and paying a fine. Too late in the campaign to find a new candidate, his party was screwed. 

His wife divorced him too, and got custody of their 6 kids. He finished his term as Attorney General, but had to retire from politics afterward and become a defense attorney, though ironically, that actually made him more money. Of course, due to alimony and child support for six children, he needed the cash. He was also lucky to escape disbarment. 

The wedding soon after the election was also a jolt. It suggested that the Governor wanted to make sure that his marital choices were not going to be based on politics. He wanted to do this for himself and his new companion, not to appease the electorate. 

It made it clear that, however much a libertine and a free-spirited woman the couple might be, they were very much in love. This made even their detractors acknowledge that they might not be sinister, no matter how unconventional and eccentric they were. This was not a cynical ploy for votes; it was just a way for the Governor to declare his love for the mother of his child. 

"Do you, Bruce Fitzpatrick Calahan, take this woman, Elizabeth Michelle Chancery, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty, as in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?" 

"I do," the Governor's baritone voice answered. 

"Then, by the power vested in me by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, and by our Holy Mother Church, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," Father Thomas Killian declared, still a bit nervous about performing a sacrament for a man who had previously avoided partaking of it.

Then again, poor Catholic or not, he was qualified to wed in the Church: he had not divorced, after all. Furthermore, to Killian's mind, it was a good sign that he wanted a Catholic wedding mass, instead of a civil marriage. 

The Honorable Bruce Fitzpatrick Calahan, recently re-elected Governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, was quite eager to kiss his bride, of course. He gave her a lip lock that caused the priest and every bridesmaid to blush, despite the fact that two of the bridesmaids had sometimes fucked the bride. It was that intense and salacious of a kiss, with more than a little tongue for his pregnant, newlywed wife. 

As they headed to the reception, after the Mass, Governor Calahan asked his wife in a low voice, "Have you always been this hot, or is that the pregnancy glow? I may have to knock you up again when I get the chance."

"Well, of course. You're Catholic. It wouldn't be right to fuck as much as I intend to do with you, without having a few more rugrats as a result. After all, I won't be able to manage any campaigns anytime soon. It would be a bit difficult as First Lady. Mind you, I don't want to manage any campaigns but yours in the future. I'm totally loyal. I plan to be First Lady of the United States in time, my love. 

"Of course, with all of these pregnancies, my pussy will be sore between deliveries. Guess you'll just have to make do with the bridesmaids. Well, at least in the pussy. A proper slave should make sure that at least two of her bridesmaids are hot sluts who want to jump her Master's bones, just as they have jumped hers in the past. 

"That's Kara and Dana for you. It's only considerate for a pregnant bride to have her reinforcements lined up to satisfy her newlywed husband while her cunt heals, don't you think? Then again, I'm selfish enough to want a reunion with them myself. It wouldn't be fair to not reward me by letting me get back in touch with my girlfriends," Liz whispered teasingly to her new spouse. 

"Well, you're an atheist, so you're allowed to use the pill."

"Not unless Master permits it, Sir. And to refuse to have your babies when my only other duties are related to ribbon-cutting would be an insult. No pills for me, Chief. I am going au natural. I trust you to consider my health and order me to have my tubes tied when the time comes."

"How deliciously submissive of you, but shouldn't I get a vasectomy instead? I hear that they're easier," Bruce commented.

"Perish the thought! A good Irish Catholic will screw other women with his wife's blessing, so as to give him something to confess, but I would never ask him to permanently go against his Church's teachings by sterilizing himself. 

"Besides, how are you going to knock up Kara and Dana, if you are shooting blanks? They want to take advantage of our enlightened marriage laws, and they badly need a sperm donor. Hope you don't mind obliging me. I would be a very grateful slave and my friends would be forever in your debt," Liz winked at her husband. 

"You're such a naughty girl, but I love that about you," Bruce grinned, still speaking low.

"Well, that's what you get for marrying an infidel, but I'll make you glad that you did, Chief. I'm such a sinner that you'll be in nearly constant danger of Purgatory, but it wouldn't be half as delightful of a life without risk, right? And you, my dear Master, can blame it all on your very happily hedonistic bride, who really is a Jezebel out to corrupt you, my dear," Mrs. Calahan tantalized him, as she talked into his ear and licked it. 

"It's times like this that I thank God for limousines. It's a good precaution to whisper, however. Not that the chauffeur would blab to the press, but we don't want to torment the poor man with what he can't do. Not everyone has an open marriage like us. Then again, the net effect might just be that he wants to jump the new First Lady's bones."

"Forget that happening, Chief. I hate to shock you, but I caught our driver looking at you a little while ago. Not me. You, honey. He's gay. He probably wants to suck your cock and let you fuck him in the ass. He's likely got wood right now, just thinking about his handsome boss. I can't say that I blame him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. Stanley likes guys. I can tell. He ogled your ass when he thought we weren't watching him. Well, you weren't, but I was ogling him, so I noticed."

"That's my girl, full of naughty thoughts. Stanley is a hunk. If I were even remotely bi, I'd probably seduce him," Calahan laughed. 

"Guess there's not much point whispering anymore, because he'd just be so flattered by such remarks that he wouldn't even think of selling us out, even if he might have otherwise. He might be disappointed, but....," Liz's voice trailed off, as she wistfully thought of sucking Stanley off. Visions of an MMF threesome also brought a smile to her face. 

"Well, don't be so sure that I'm disappointed. So you're straight, huh? Well, I'm bisexual myself, not gay. And I'm very much a supporter of your liberal views on sex and other social issues. It takes guts for an Irish Catholic to stand up to his own Church at times, for the right to privacy, no less, and same-sex marriage. 

"In case you're wondering, you might have whispered, but I have excellent hearing. I know about your liberated marriage, and I not only approve, but hope that I can at least sample the bride when you've had her and start boning the bridesmaids. Who knows, I might suck you off to get you hard again for them. I wouldn't ask for you to reciprocate and a mouth is a mouth, right? It wouldn't be as if you were doing anything but letting me service you," Stanley interjected, smiling that he had startled them. 

"Well, it's a thought. Especially the bit about taking care of Liz while I'm helping her friends. Evidently, she wants me to impregnate her bridesmaids as soon as possible, so you can take care of her while I do that. After I've consummated my marriage to her, of course. I get first dibs on my own bride, naturally. Beats reading in the limo, doesn't it?" the Governor agreed. 

"Hey, if you have no objection, neither do I. I'd love to screw the driver, while you satisfy Kara and Dana. I'm also glad that they are both fertile at the same time. How many Sapphic couples can say that their cycles are so in synch? I'm just glad that you can get it up as many times as you do. After all, they're going to owe us a lot when you've knocked them up.

"I plan to ensure that they pay up too, not that they resent the idea. In college, we were all known as the 'bi triplets', since we'd fuck each other when we weren't ganging up on a man. Though, of course, they're in love with each other, and not with me. They have always loved each other and been a couple. And, yes, I know that none of us are related, but that's the nickname we got from our little orgies," Bruce's bride concurred with a smile. 

"God, what Mark Duncan and his party would do to get their hands on such scandalous news about the new First Lady of this state! Lucky for us that the election is already over and Mr. Duncan has enough troubles of his own. I certainly don't want my lovely bride's bisexual tendencies used against her. It's odd how some people hold a different law for their leaders than for themselves regarding sexual escapades.

"I'm just happy that those people were outvoted this time around. I'm going to govern this state for another four years, this time with my sweet Liz at my side, being the best wife and confidant any statesman could desire. I will get elected to the Senate when my term as Governor is over, and then the Presidency. Give it time, but it will happen. My dear Elizabeth and I make an excellent and unbeatable team, in politics as well as in sex, don't we?" the Governor asserted. 

"Thank you, Chief. You know that I love calling you that. It reminds me of my place, of exactly who is in charge, and it's not me. I can advise you, help you, back you up, and generally crush anyone who tries to harm you, but you're the boss.

"You'll always be the boss. My charming Boston Irish husband, the current Governor and next Senator from Massachusetts. Are you sure that you're not related to the Kennedys? You're an awful lot like them. I mean that as a compliment, you know. All of that devilish sex appeal behind the good Catholic boy façade! Lucky for you that I believe in free love. The last thing that you need is a jealous wife like Samantha Duncan. 

"Now, Stan, you might have a considerable wait for your turn with me, so find a diversion. Too bad for you that Kara and Dana have some business tying them up elsewhere at the moment, though they will certainly be available for you at certain times tomorrow. Once they take a look at you, they won't be able to restrain themselves any better than they have been with the Governor here. I am sure that it has taken all of their self-control not to jump his bones at the wedding. 

"They're busy with the reception, of course, and then they have their own marriage license to get for their wedding next week, which Bruce and I plan to attend. Naturally, we plan to return the favor for them on their wedding night. And you're invited, I'm sure. Or at least you will be once they've tasted you," Elizabeth Calahan, nee Chancery, spoke quite seductively to both her husband and her driver. 

"Well, speaking of the reception, here we are," Stanley announced with a wink. 

The most powerful couple in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts both grinned and promptly ceased their risqué conversation with the chauffeur. They left the limo hand in hand, smiling at the press in a way that made it clear that the wife was just as enchanting as her handsome husband. Most papers and news stations would later comment on how lovely a pair the Governor and First Lady were, how much their marriage would be a boost to Bruce Calahan's political career.

Some feminists were annoyed that Mrs. Calahan gave up her own position as a professional consultant for motherhood and a more traditional role supporting her spouse, but most people praised her for her apparent loyalty to him. Her common sense in doing that also seemed apparent, as she had duties as First Lady and mother of the Calahan child to think of these days. 

The happy bride herself had made a point in an interview that she had already paid her dues as a liberated woman, by working for most of her adult life so far and putting off her nurturing instincts until recently. Some cynics who remembered too well her reputation as a ruthless campaign manager were a bit stunned that the same woman could exhibit a softer, gentler side so easily. The truth, of course, was that Elizabeth was as cold and heartless to those who crossed her as she was fiercely devoted to those whom she loved. 

Bruce couldn't help but grin as he saw Kara and Dana once more. That was especially true when he noted that they had lustful looks on their faces. Then again, he no doubt sent them non-verbal messages of carnal desire as well. Kara was taller, with long, dark hair and a slender figure which reflected her cheerleading past. Her skin was a bit more tanned than Dana's too. Her ass was smaller and tighter, while her breasts were very feminine, though not exactly large. 

Dana, meanwhile, had short, sandy hair. She was shorter than her lover and a little heavier, but she also had the most captivating hazel eyes. What she lacked in legs, she made up for with a voluptuous ass and a soft, irresistible voice. Her skin was much fairer than Kara's, and as it was late autumn, there was no hint of sunburn. Her breasts were a bit larger than Kara's, but not by much. Her overall manner was that of a tomboy, but that was a tad deceptive. She was no butch dyke. She was more of a bisexual version of the typical girl who hung around guys to get close to them and hopefully attract them, although she had a female lover because she happened to be in love with a woman. 

That was true of Kara as well, who was more overtly femme, but also quite flexible about long-term relationships. It also came in handy to commit to another woman, since they could make seducing men a team sport, in which they had the advantage of offering the tempting prospect of a threesome. It was easier for them to deal with men as friends with benefits anyway, not that there was any shortage of men willing to commit. 

They simply preferred as a couple to keep the romance between themselves, since they were both feminine at heart and quite understanding of what exactly they wanted in the softer side of love and sex. There was no need to guess at what each other thought, since both were women. Tender love-making was best reserved for each other, while male and even other female partners were there for fun. 

After all, as they often joked, they had yet to hear complaints from the men over being used for sex. The truth was Kara was Dana's soul mate and Dana was Kara's, as far as they were concerned. That commitment and love didn't exclude men, especially those like Bruce Calahan, the very sexy husband of their old girlfriend Liz. Nor did preclude getting back in bed with Liz herself, for auld lang syne. 

Kara and Dana both knew that Governor and Mrs. Calahan needed discretion, of course. Whatever his reputation, the people might not understand about an open marriage between Bruce and Liz. Therefore, their greeting was superficially platonic. They hugged both of them, but nothing more was apparent. They wouldn't flout secrecy. On the surface, it was just a friendly greeting between classmates and the husband of one of them. That was all the press would garner from it, but any serious digging would reveal a closer association, at least with Liz. 

"Well, congratulations, Mrs. Calahan!" Kara teased Elizabeth after hugging her. 

"Oh, don't be so formal with an old classmate! You've always called me 'Liz', so don't stop now. I may be the Governor's wife, but I'm still the same girl that you knew back then," Elizabeth encouraged them, grinning from ear to ear.

"God, I hope so!" Dana blurted, hoping that the press wouldn't catch her real meaning. 

"I bet that you do," Elizabeth remarked with a suggestion of mischief. 

"It's hard to believe that our girlfriend here is the First Lady of Massachusetts! Married to Governor Bruce Calahan, no less! Does that mean that we might get invited to the Governor's Mansion some time?" Kara laughed, trying to speak just low enough to escape the media's ears. 

"Consider yourselves invited already. You're both solid citizens, and any friends of my wife are friends of mine. Besides, unlike some people, I'm a supporter of the gay and lesbian community. Something that will be reinforced when I open the doors of the Mansion to my wife's Sapphic classmates. Not that wouldn't I do it, anyway. You've both been helpful during the wedding and very loyal friends to Liz. And the Mansion belongs to all of the people, not just the straight and narrow," Bruce subtly flirted with the pair. 




Calahan's Campaign Ch. 03



"Um, well, actually, we're bi, not lesbians," Dana pointed out, flirting back.

"I know. But you're a same-sex couple, which was what I meant. Liz has told me everything, ladies. And I have yet to hear something that I find distasteful," the Governor added with his usual Irish charm. 

"Liz, I can see why you love this man. He's a real schmoozer. Really belongs in politics. Good thing that he's honest too," Kara commented. 

"Well, the feeling's mutual," Bruce smiled at them. 

"It's a good thing that I'm not jealous, girls. Otherwise, I'd be throwing things and calling you names, for so shamelessly flirting with my husband on my wedding day, no less. But that's not me. In fact, the same deal that we mentioned still applies," Elizabeth noted with amusement. She also played lightly with her husband's ass through his pants, as if to reiterate that she loved that he was irresistible bait for other women. 

"Well, I counted on that, girlfriend. You couldn't be conventional to save your life, which is good news for Kara and me. I look forward to getting together for a double date and other couples' fun," Dana laughed, well aware of what "deal" Liz meant. They had discussed it several times before the nuptials, but it was necessary to use some code words to fool the press. Not a word could be divulged about the Calahans' enlightened marriage, all of which Elizabeth had long since told to her old fuckbuddies. 

"I guess that we should change the subject, lest our drooling over your husband makes him blush. With his fair skin, it would be apparent. Must be an Irish Catholic guilt thing. Heard about that. Then again, at least his ego has a boost," Kara giggled. 

"Well, I'm sure that Liz thinks that my ego is big enough," Bruce chuckled at that remark.

"Oh, now, don't be so modest. I wouldn't have married you if you weren't an alpha male. Besides, I like your head nice and swollen. It comes in quite handy, thank you very much. If you need it any bigger, I can always tell the press how much I look forward to having another of your kids. If that doesn't do the trick, I don't know what will. Most men like to hear that about themselves," Liz teased him.

"Yeah, that would do it, if I needed my ego stroked. I definitely like to hear things like that," the Governor agreed with a big grin. 

"Are your ears burning, my love?" the Governor's wife whispered.

"Yeah, any more heat, and they'd be ashes. If we're not careful, we might do something that the press can see, not to mention hear. I don't think that would go over well with the guests, consummating our marriage at the reception. Count on you to find ways to excite me in public," Bruce shot back, not really complaining. Liz knew that, of course. 

"Hon, you might as well get used to the fact that I love to brag on you. Beats being ridiculed and insulted in public, doesn't it?" she observed, right before she kissed him in full view of the cameras. 

"That it does, my dear. Then again, you're not a typical wife. I couldn't handle being married to one. That's why I held out for smart, kinky, quirky, and madly in love with me," he pointed out, as he kissed her back. 

"Smart guy, but I'm not just in love with you. I'm addicted to you. You're stuck with me, Chief. In my case, I held out for strength, brains, virility, and roguish charm. Not to mention bossiness. I couldn't stomach a man who doesn't rule the roost. And, while I'm an atheist, I like that you're Catholic. It makes it less likely that I'll ever lose you. Not that you could if you tried. I'm not going anywhere without you and vice versa," Elizabeth Calahan kept on flattering her husband. She couldn't help herself. She loved how aroused she knew that she made him by such compliments. 

"Yeah, you'd be likely to stalk me and the judge wouldn't issue a restraining order, because he wouldn't believe that any sane man wouldn't want you chasing him. What's more, he'd be right," Governor Calahan needled his wife. 

"Flattery will get you everywhere, especially in bed," the bride told the groom, before they stopped their flirting and the reception formally began. Everyone took their places and the wedding toasts followed. 

6 hours later.....at a secluded beach house on Nantucket Island:

Elizabeth Calahan was barely able to get in a quick supper, before it was time for more hot sex. It was a damned good thing that she had three holes. She needed a chance to let all three recover from their soreness at such frequent use. Then again, she didn't complain. If he went a little easy on her, it was only because of her pregnancy. Her husband had absolutely worn her to the point that she desperately needed a bite of food, just to regain her energy. 

It wasn't just his cock, either. His fingers and mouth didn't leave her alone much at all during the lengthy consummation of their marriage. When his dick was too sore to pleasure her, his digits, lips, and tongue got busy with her. She squirmed in a series of climaxes, glad that Bruce believed in "during" play as much as foreplay or after play. They took breaks to allow his cock to recover, and then he got her off as much orally or manually as in the natural way. 

At one point, Liz joked that Bruce must have a massive life insurance policy out on her, because he did his damnedest to fuck her to death. Governor Calahan might have been no Priapus, a constant, walking erection, but he had several ways to exhaust his bride. He made full use of the MRP (male refractory period) to show the less selfish side of his lust, since he could save the rough sex for when he was stiff. 

If anyone had seen Liz right after they had finished their first session, or even during supper, he or she would have noticed the sweat that absolutely dripped from her pores. She almost put on some deodorant, but her husband urged her to allow the scent. 

"Your body smells great right now, babe. It smells like sex, not just sweat. That's very hot, honey," the Governor encouraged, as they went to the fridge for some summer sausage and Havarti cheese. 

"Yeah, well, it's your fault, Chief. Don't you know better than to excite a pregnant girl so much? If I get another damn craving large enough, we'll run out of food soon! Between carrying your child and having all of this great sex, I'll be hungry whenever I'm not horny or sleepy!" Liz mockingly chided him. 

"Is that a complaint, my love slave?" Bruce raised an eyebrow to tease her. 

"Since when do I complain about being tied up, spanked, licked to several orgasms, fingered to a few more, fisted in my ass (that one was great, by the way, pain in the rear notwithstanding), rimmed, and fucked a zillion ways to Sunday in every hole and every conceivable position? I'm tempted to complain, however, just to earn another spanking! Hell, if I weren't pregnant and needing to use the restroom a lot, I'd happily wear a butt-plug whenever you aren't sodomizing me! 

"Did you really lick my entire body, from head to toe, in the shower last night? You know, the night before the wedding, when you got home from your bachelor party? Bet that striptease was tame compared to what we did together, honey! Speaking of honey, I could have sworn that you poured some on my ass and licked it all up from my cheeks! Anyway, can you do that again tonight, before we start again and the others join us?" Liz pouted to convince him to give her more of that oral action. Surprises like that would keep their sex life from ever getting dull, even without the multiple partners (though those were a nice bonus). 

"Which part, the honey or the shower treatment?" Bruce grinned, knowing full well the answer. 

"Both, of course! That was hot as Mercury! I'd love to be your dessert tonight!" Mrs. Calahan smiled at her husband, "Although, I must warn you that I bragged about you to Kara and Dana. You've seriously raised the bar for yourself, lover. They'll be expecting you at your best when they show up later. I hope that you take some blue pills, because, even with breaks to pleasure them by other means, you'll be fucking your second and third woman on the same night as you just had freaky and blissful sex with your horny wife! 

"And if you think that I'll be there to pick up the slack for you tonight, think again. I've got a chauffeur's mind to blow and balls to drain. You're going to have to take care of my girlfriends all by yourself. However, even though you're just a mortal man, I have every confidence that you're going to be up to that chore. It will be fun work for you, but it will be work. Even so, if you're like most men, the prospect of two women at once will give you an edge. Even a man with an average libido could make himself take care of the matter in such a case. You might not be John Holmes, but don't sell yourself short. 

"Sorry, but a stud like you gets no sympathy from me. You're just going to have to satisfy my friends and punish me later for sassing you like this. I hope you're looking forward to my next punishment, because I know that I am, Sir. Not bad for a former Debate Club geek, am I? Do you want some more food? I suggest that you build up your strength for tonight. You're gonna need it, Master. I know that I will. Look on the bright side. I might be wrong about how long it takes with Stanley. He could be a one-loader, and then I'll just join you guys, to use my mouth and tongue on my girlfriends. They miss me, after all," Liz chattered, taking her time to eat and rest before they returned to their exhausting romp. 

"Yes, thank you, babe! I am going to need that, plus my vitamins. It's a good thing that I am taking them, since they help with my potency. How else do you think that I can keep up with you, babe? You're the only girl who has ever kept up with me, by the way. Oh, and how can you sit down on such a sore butt? Between my fist and spankings, of which you're clearly begging for the latter, you must be quite tender in your ass," Bruce commented, rather pleased in fact at Liz's willingness to sit on her undoubtedly bruised derriere. 

"What a coincidence! You're the only guy who has ever kept up with me! Most guys are built for frequency and quantity, not duration, lover. You're made for both. Not that I am complaining. Men like you and the majority of my female partners make up the difference in stamina. So, vitamins, eh? I knew that you had a secret to your endurance and another reason to take those pills. I just didn't put two and two together. Well, don't worry. I won't rat you out. I'm glad that you are such a stud! 

"Oh, and I'm hoping for another spanking later, yes! As for my ass, well, I love that feeling. Being naked and sitting on my sore bottom, squirming as I am reminded of the way that you fisted, spanked, and fucked my ass makes me rather wet. Oh, and please don't wear condoms tonight. Kara and Dana are fertile as hell, and I want both of them to share the experience of being pregnant with me. Why did you think that I proposed that they join us on the honeymoon? I could have waited until after it, but I wanted them safely knocked up, the earlier the better. May I go bareback with Stanley too? I'm already pregnant and his STD tests are a matter of record with his job. He's HIV negative and everything," Liz encouraged her soul mate. 

She was glad that their polyamory was something that brought them closer, instead of separating them. Fairness and honesty made a great difference there from what she had seen with some friends in the past. Not just one, but both of those were necessary to a solid poly arrangement. Amos and Lara's situation was a prime example of a failure there. Liz had simply used that case to learn and not repeat their mistakes, not that she shared most of Lara's personal kinks, anyway. 

"Damn, that's a hot idea, babe! Your asses will still be available for me while your pussies heal, I hope," Bruce exclaimed.

"Naturally. Besides, this is probably the only time that we'll all be pregnant at once. And even then, I'll be finished before them. When I'm too sore, they won't be. When they're too tender, I won't be. Don't forget our mouths, either. Kara and Dana love oral as much as I do. In fact, they're better at it, I admit, since they have so much practice with licking. Whereas I'm better at anal sex, I think," Liz smiled seductively. 

"You're damned good at more than that, babe. But, yes, you're really great at anal. Then there's vaginal, bondage, submitting to me, rimming my ass, need I go further?" the Governor quipped.

"How about golden showers? Do you miss them, since I haven't been able to do them for you lately?" Mrs. Calahan asked her husband, somewhat worried about that.

"Well, I won't lie and say that I enjoy going back to the normal use of a toilet for my urinary needs, but I am not resentful about it. It's a necessary and worthwhile sacrifice to ensure the health of our baby. I love that you seem to miss them too. You've really gotten me hooked on that experience, but I care too much about you and our child to endanger either of you by pissing in your mouth. You're a lovely woman, the love of my life, and the mother of my child. And definitely my favorite sex partner, of course," Governor Calahan reassured her with a kiss. 

"Well, what if I told you that I learned it from my old girlfriends, Kara and Dana? You have them to thank for that. I'm thinking when I'm too pregnant for it and they're not, they could take care of it for you. Well, when they're around, that is. They even offered to drink my piss, whenever my child presses on my bladder. Naturally, I accepted and offered to drink theirs too," Liz winked at her stunned hubby.

"So, that is where you learned that fetish! I am in their debt," Bruce winked back at her. 

"Well, I imagine that they're going to collect on that debt tonight. And, believe me, Chief, they'll want interest," the bride eagerly informed her groom. 

"Sounds like I'll really need those vitamins," Bruce chuckled. 

"Yeah, seriously!" Liz agreed with mirth. 

"Well, I'm stuffed. How about some dessert?" 

"Well, some special cream will do it for me, but only after you've had yours. I believe that you offered to have me for dessert. And, you know, I love to be eaten that way."

"Not a problem on my end."

"Good, because I have some honey right here. Where do you want it first?"

"In your honey-box first, my dear. Then I'll lick it off your ass. And only then will I give you the shower treatment."

"Works for me, Chief. Just as long as I'm devoured. I only hope that I am as delicious as you taste to me," Liz laughed, while Bruce applied the honey to her snatch and spread her legs on the kitchen table.

Bruce absolutely reveled in the taste of Liz's cunt, so he didn't regret the impulsive decision to put the honey on her pussy first. He licked it with more than his usual gusto, but slow enough to tease and enthrall his bride. He enjoyed the flavor of her sweat and juices, combined with the honey. It was a thrilling and tasty mixture, as a matter of fact. A lot of different flavors merged in his mouth and on his tongue. It was well-worth concentrating on cunnilingus like that. Such a sensual, sultry, sizzling womanhood, oozing honey of its own in addition to what he added, was another reminder of how sexy his new wife was to his mind. 

"So, how am I, Chief?" 

"One hell of a tasty treat, babe."

"Do I taste like honey?" 

"Of course, you do, my love. Now, just relax and let me lick you some more."

"Yes, sir!" Liz exclaimed with a mix of submission and increasing arousal. Naturally, she wasn't even remotely tempted to disobeyed that order. 

Governor Calahan continued to lick his wife's pussy and clit, inserting his tongue and then pulling it out as well. He sucked on her clit and labia. He fucked her with his tongue. He licked up the remaining honey from her sex, a drop at a time. Nor did he cease eating her out once the last honey was gone. He simply sucked her clit again and darted his tongue back into her cunt now and then. He teased her orally, until she squirmed and jerked on the dinner table, unable to avoid cumming much longer. 

Mrs. Calahan turned red in the face, moaned loudly, and shook when her husband finally focused on her nub long enough to get her off. Her body was even sweatier now, as she cooled down from the intense climax that Bruce had just given her. They both waited a few minutes to catch their breaths. 

"That was wonderful. You don't have to do the other stuff, you know. I came very hard. We can go straight to our last encounter before the orgy," Liz told him.

"I know that I don't have to do it. But you want it and I want it, so let's do it," Bruce replied with a wide grin. 

He turned his bride over and smeared more honey on her, this time on her ass-cheeks. He also put some on her butt-crack this time. He got her bottom nice and sticky with the honey, not to mention the sweat, thus giving them both another reason to shower afterward. After all, he fully intended the shower treatment to happen to her. He loved doing that to her. He loved tasting her entire body and exciting her like that. He loved the sensation of hot water on her skin, how soft and smooth she felt with it on her flesh.

Liz grunted and whimpered as Bruce's tongue and mouth cleaned the honey from her ass. His oral attention to her gave her a massive rush of heat in her pussy, making her juices leak on the dinner table again. When he rimmed the crevice between her buttocks, she moaned and gasped with the visceral pleasure of it. There was something churning in her body, making her swim with her excitement. She clenched her cheeks around his mouth, not to keep him from sucking on her ass, but simply as an involuntary response. A wild, primordial cry of unrestrained delight escaped her lips, as she pushed her butt back into her lover's face. 

A series of miniature orgasms followed, as Bruce continued to lick his partner's ass. He made no attempt to hold back or avoid getting his face sticky. Liz creamed herself repeatedly, begging him to keep going at it. She couldn't resist the way that he ate her out. It was an act that completely enslaved her. It addicted her, but then, she was already hooked on her Master's touch. 

There was no way that she'd ever give him up, under any circumstances. It was a moment like this one, however, that made her his captive in every sense of the word. He didn't need handcuffs, ropes, or any other restraints. He bound her with sheer, exquisite thrills that made her helpless to stop anything that he wanted to do to her. It didn't matter, as long as he did this kind of thing to her. She would have signed away her immortal soul, if she had believed in such a thing, just to be right there, in this man's mouth. Liz melted on his tongue. She nearly fainted when she came the last time. 

As the Governor licked up the rest of the honey from his wife's bottom, he knew that it was about time for their shower. He could also tell that she would be weak in the legs. He would have to help her walk to the bathroom on her unsteady feet. Of course, he never minded that. The same thing had happened the night before. This fierce, proud, and ambitious woman was also physically much weaker and more petite than him, which didn't bother him. However predatory she might be as a campaign consultant, she was vulnerable with him and totally submissive in the sexual context. 

"Damn you, Chief. You're going to kill me with orgasms someday. And I'm going to die with a smile on my face," Liz whispered raggedly, as she still needed to recover her breath for a bit. 

"And that's a bad thing?" Bruce countered with a smile, as he led her into the shower and started running it. 

"Hell, no! It's the most delicious feeling in the world. And I love you for that. But it feels sometimes as if it will kill me one day. Not that I ever want you to quit. I'm too much of a hedonist to ask for that. Besides, you seem to love it too, and I would be very happy if my last act on Earth was to please you. But I had to pretend to complain. It's all part of the fun, don't you think? Especially since my knees and lungs complained for a bit there. It's worth the agony, however. It's worth anything to feel you in me. Your tongue, mouth, fingers, fist, and, most of all, your cock," Liz spoke, as she mostly regained her composure. 




Calahan's Campaign Ch. 03



"Well, I'm not done yet," Bruce pointed out, as he first washed her and then himself. He took much more pleasure in the former, of course. Contact with her soft, feminine skin was electrifying. Washing the wet flesh was extremely sensual, in his view. It was an act that reinforced their intimacy in a very soothing and yet thrilling way. 

As her lover's mouth moved up her now squeaky clean feet, Liz felt those much desired goose bumps again. The same wonderful chills affected her, making her light-headed at his kiss and the feel of his tongue on her sensitive skin. Bruce orally massaged her calves, and then tickled the back of her knees with his lips. Once again, Liz shivered, this time as she felt him lick her thighs to her satisfaction. A guttural moan erupted from her vocal cords, making it evident that she was his prey again. He would eat her alive once more, and all that she could think of was that she didn't want it to end yet. 

Her arousal built up to an extreme, as Bruce deliberately teased her by avoiding her most intimate places so far. Instead, he licked her back, from the tailbone up to the shoulders. Then he moved down to her arms, further tantalizing her, as he kissed her hands and switched to her belly. He even inserted his tongue into her navel, which shocked her with the degree of intensity that such an act provoked. The night before had been exciting, but the slower approach that he now used made the anticipation even stronger. 

He worsened it by moving next to her neck and her face, instead of her breasts. He French-kissed her mouth and ears, rinsed out his own mouth, and then began sniffing her hair. Liz gasped with desperate need, as she now non-verbally begged her husband to kiss more sensitive and obvious erogenous zones. He continued to taunt her a bit more, however, until he knew that she was truly frustrated. It was time for a little mercy now. 

"Bruce, please, make me cum! Please, whatever you have to do, get me off. I'm begging you. I love this teasing, but I am horny, by God! I need to cum now!" Liz pleaded with him at this point. 

"Baby, you know that I'll get you off soon. I'm just enjoying your body a bit," Bruce winked at her with mischievous eyes. 

He then resumed licking her, now deliberately targeting the very areas that he had previously evaded. When his tongue tickled her nipples and the wet skin of her breasts, Liz almost slipped in the shower. Bruce had to hold her up, she was so shaky from her arousal and previous orgasms. She wondered once more how the fuck he managed to get her so horny and wet for him, but she wasn't about to complain again. Pleasure was no grounds for griping the first time, let alone another incident. 

Getting a better grip on her waist, Bruce relocated his mouth to her sex, now sucking on her desperate clit and pussy until she had reason to be glad for his strong arms that kept her from falling. He dined on her vulva for several more minutes, before Liz lost any ability to control herself. She gushed into his mouth, squirting her womanly juices onto his thirsty tongue. He simply drank them and turned her around.

Bruce saw another opportunity to make her climax. Liz might have protested, had she any chance to think ahead, but her mind at the moment still had to recover from the exhilarating orgasm he had just given her. She was quite literally weak in the knees by now, but Bruce wasn't done with her yet. He began rimming her butt-crack, licking her ass with undisguised delight. Liz's own ecstasy at this oral effort was considerable, as ready as she was to come down from her excitement. 

Gasping, shivering, and nearly reeling from the tongue that now licked her buns as well as her asshole, Elizabeth Calahan felt her cum drip to her toes in the shower. If it killed her, she would still accept her husband's mouth on her body. He was her Master, too, but he was not a selfish one. He took pleasure in making her cum enough times to truly fatigue any woman. He totally drained his wife of all of her residual strength, which was something that no man had able to achieve in the past. Oh, others had gotten her off before, but Bruce had been the first to sap her energy without anything to spare. 

Helping Liz out of the shower, Bruce kissed her and lay her down on the kitchen table. He knew that she was exhausted, so he allowed her to assume a purely passive role this time. He did all of the work, thrusting in and out of her, while allowing her to feel the satisfying cock that she wouldn't give up for anyone. He held her tired legs in a comfortable position, as he rammed into her sex. An outside observer might be excused for thinking that he was cruel to his bride, but that was hardly true. She loved it rough, especially when she let him completely take over and have his way with her. It was the kind of purely submissive role that she welcomed. 

"God, Bruce, that's great! Just remember to save some for Kara and Dana! You need to knock them up, remember," Liz groaned with both fatigue and arousal, as Bruce pumped her with his impressive cock. 

"Naturally, my love. Just wanted one last fuck for the day, to remind you that this is our special day. Not that you're going to forget, even in Stanley's arms, are you now?" Bruce grunted with primal lust, as he gave her more strokes with his dick. 

"No danger of that, Bruce. How many guys are as good and dominant as you in the sack?" Liz gasped again, as she felt every inch of her husband's cock bottom out in her. 

"None, of course! Want to cum again?" he teased her.

"Not for a while. Another reason to give me a break. You cum this time. Don't worry about me. I can't cum again, or my lungs will burst!" the bride praised her groom's skills quite sincerely. 

"Alright, then. Not surprised, but just thought I'd ask," he sighed, as his next load came out. 

It was a good thing that he could pace himself and find things to do between ejaculations. His dick needed a breather, too. It was delightfully sore from his wife's enthusiasm for it. Not being Superman, Bruce Calahan would have to leave his dick alone long enough to let it rest and not ache from so much use. Of course, the pleasure was worth the soreness, but he didn't want to damage his wife's favorite appendage. Both her friends and she would need it again soon. At this time, they both required a bit of idle time, which they spent watching a movie together for a couple of hours. 

"That was a hell of a film, babe, wasn't it?" Bruce asked his bride at the end of the comedy. 

"Yeah, damn funny, Chief! That squirrel scene was something else! I hope that they didn't lie about 'no animals' being harmed during the making of the picture," Liz giggled. 

"Me too. What time is it?" 

"8:30 PM. Wondering where Kara and Dana are, and when they're getting here, stud?" Liz teased her husband. 

"Not really, because I can guess that they just wanted some alone time after getting their license. Just like us, so how can I blame them? Every couple, including swingers, needs a one-on-one romp," Bruce pointed out. 

"True. And I'm sure that you're right. The only things that are more difficult for them to keep their hands off than us are each other. If I know Dana as well as I do, she's cussing because of the time and warning Kara that they're running late! I'll bet that Kara is fussing over her hair and Dana's, too. Why she thinks it necessary to have their hair perfect, when she knows that it will get all sweaty and tangled again, I have no idea! She's a bit vain, but in a cute, sexy way. Of course, this is their first time fucking you, and they want to impress you, but I will venture to say that they already have, right?" Liz snickered at the image of her frazzled friends, huffing and puffing to make it to Nantucket in time. 

"Damn straight! Almost as impressive as you," Bruce winked at his wife. 

"You silver-tongued liar! They're drop-dead gorgeous and every bit as impressive as me, if not more!" Liz playfully tickled him. 

"Now, now, is that any way to talk to your Master?" he half-seriously chided her. 

"Oops, sorry, Chief! Seriously, I know that you think that I'm hot, which really pleases me, but it's okay if you find them equally attractive. I know that you love me more than any other woman, so it's not an issue. And, no, this isn't a loaded question. Hell, it's not even a question in the first place. And I don't do that to my Master. Believe me, they're hot and I know it. You're talking to one of the 'bi triplets' here, so don't worry about my feelings. It's useless to protest, since I know better. I feel no more threatened by my old college girlfriends than you do about Stanley. It's friendship and lust, that's all. No romantic competition whatsoever," Liz explained.

"Yeah, I guess it's hard to fool a bisexual woman about other women's sex appeal. Besides, you're right that I love you more. Anyway, I wouldn't know them, if not for you," Bruce chuckled and blushed. 

"No reason for embarrassment, Bruce. You're a straight man with a healthy libido. I love that about you, and you know it. You're equipped to fuck the hell out of any babe willing to spread her legs for you. That isn't a shameful thing, right? So, stop that whole 'Catholic guilt' business before I have to get you drunk enough to fuck them!

" Sorry, I didn't mean to give you an order. But you know what I meant. It's natural for a man like you to want to screw anyone who looks good in a skirt. If you denied it, then we wouldn't have gotten together, because I'd figure that you either lied, were gay, or had serious issues," Liz encouraged him, slightly amused that his religious upbringing sometimes made the usually randy Governor turn red in the face. 

"Well, I'm not gay," Bruce grinned.

"That's an understatement! Though something tells me that if you were, you'd be as big a stud with men as you are, in fact, with women. Hell, if you were bi, you'd be as much of a lothario, too. And you damned sure don't have too many issues. The liar thing.....well, you've got that under control, except for when you're trying to spare my feelings. That's a lot to say for a politician," Liz needled him.

"Yeah, yeah, pick on the public servant! Speaking of which, I'm surprised that you never ran for office, babe. You've got that killer instinct," Bruce teased her back. 

"I don't pretend otherwise, but the limelight is bright enough as your wife. I prefer to avoid the talk-show circuit a little! I really wonder how you manage that yourself, even though as your wife and campaign manager, I should know better than most. Still, I can't be in your shoes myself, unless I ran for office, and that I don't have the guts to do. I literally don't have your balls," Liz quipped with a sassy smile. 

"And if you did, you'd make an even more interesting woman, Liz," a third voice interrupted them.



Calahan's Campaign Ch. 04



Bruce and Liz Calahan turned around and saw Kara and Dana standing behind them. It was Kara who had spoken, of course. It was her way of announcing their arrival and surprising the couple. 

"Kara, baby, I wondered what kept you and Dana, but I could certainly guess!" Liz winked at them, making Dana blush. 

"Yeah, well, I just had to celebrate my upcoming, legally recognized marriage to my sweet Kara. Luckily, my beautiful bride had no objection to that idea! Gotta love Massachusetts! Where else in the whole USA can two girls wed each other with the full blessing of the state? I dreamt of a wedding when I was younger, just like other girls, though I didn't expect that there would be two brides, because I didn't know that I was bisexual yet. Getting to be legally 'wife and wife' makes it that much more real," Dana smiled, as she gave not only Liz (which was a habit from their college days), but Bruce, a French kiss on the mouth. 

When Kara did the same thing, any doubts as to the Sapphic couple's amorous intentions completely evaporated. Evidently, the main man in Liz's life would get the same treatment as Liz herself, provided that the pair approved of him. Well, those two women had more than given their blessing; they had apparently decided to symbolize it by adopting an "open legs" policy toward him. Then again, they wanted him to impregnate them, which was an honor in itself.

"Wow, that's quite a greeting, ladies!" Bruce exclaimed, a bit pleasantly surprised by the extent of the women's enthusiasm for him. 

"Hey, consider it a fringe benefit of being with Liz. Girlfriends should share everything, including lovers. As long as you treat our girl well, we're more than happy to offer you some free and easy tail. We've only had to cut someone off once, which was a pretty good sign to Liz that it was time to break it off. She had pushed the D/s thing too far, to the point of abuse. That got her attention, so we were able to persuade her that her lover wasn't treating her as she should. Shame that she had to behave like that. Liz didn't deserve such cruelty and it reflected poorly on the community. Well, enough of that. It was the past. You're evidently Liz's future, and a rather bright one at that," Kara grinned, except when speaking of Liz's ex. 

"Yes, let's not speak of Toni," Dana nudged her lover. 

"Yeah, please, I don't need any bad memories right now. I just want to know that my hubby is going to have a good time. I know that you gals are a bit kinkier than him, but it doesn't matter too much. He's a top, not a bottom or a switch. Bruce, honey, Kara is pure sub, so she'll really go for a lot of things. I trust that you'll respect her safe word. Dana is a switch, which can help as well. Your Dom tendencies can go all out, but please don't forget to knock them up, too. 

"And a word of advice from this slave to her Master: if Dana is acting very Domme, just share control of Kara with her. Don't try to make her submit to you if she's not in that mood. I hope that doesn't bother you, especially since I might well return and thus provide you with another sub.

"Dana, I don't know what mood you're in, but the same counsel goes for you. Bruce might not be used to sharing power over a sub, so be a bit patient if you're in one of those modes. Of course, if you're feeling more sub, you should just go with that. I'm sure that Bruce won't exactly mind it. Oh, and did I mention that he is willing to provide you with some 'liquid refreshment' tonight? If I know Bruce, he's missed having me do that for him. I told him that you'd be interested, because I knew that you would," Liz urged them. 

"Oh, God, that sounds hot! You'll be sure to drink plenty of fluids, won't you, Bruce? If you do, I promise to assume whichever pose you want: Domme or sub. Anything for a taste of your liquid gold," Dana responded ecstatically at the idea of golden showers from Bruce. 

"You have me to thank for that fact, babe. I converted him as surely as you gals did me. I persuaded him of the beauty of having a woman drink his poison," Liz grinned deviously, as she bragged about her success in getting to taste her husband's piss. 

"Thank you very much, Liz. I'll have to find some way to repay you," Kara responded, quite enthused over the prospect of tasting the Governor's pee. 

"Oh, I will make sure that you do, sweetie," Liz laughed with anticipation. 

"Well, Dana, I accept your offer. How about wearing both hats tonight? You can top Kara, while submitting to me. And you're definitely welcome to drink as much of my fluids as you please. Both of you are. That goes for urine as well as cum," Bruce reacted with pleasure at the idea of two women drinking both of his essences. Liz was right; she had gotten him interested in watersports, though still not as a recipient. 

"That's a deal, Governor. Kara and I look forward to tasting you. How long exactly do we have to wait?" Dana grinned suggestively at Bruce. 

"Not long at all, if I guess correctly. Alright, Chief, I have a horny chauffeur to fuck and you have two very wet ladies to satisfy, not mention impregnate. Can I have a kiss before I go, Master?" Liz gave all 3 of them a smile that indicated just how eager she was to share her husband and screw her driver. 

"Of course, my love. And you're right. These ladies had better be ready for a great deal of sex. I'm up to it once more," Bruce returned the smile, and then kissed Liz so fervently on the mouth that she blushed this time. 

"Wow, that sounds like a promise, babe!" Liz exclaimed, as she headed to the limo. 

"Yeah, well, one way or the other, I'll keep it! Now, go take care of poor Stanley's blue balls, dear!" Bruce winked at her in his usually charming Irish manner. 

"Yes, Sir!" Liz giggled as she obeyed her Master/husband. 

Once Liz was out the door, Dana grabbed her little suitcase and pulled out her toys. These included: her whip, her double-headed, vibrating dildo, a leather "Domme" outfit, a ball gag, a number of butt-plugs, a "bullet", a paddle, a collar with a leash, handcuffs, a feather, a strap-on dildo with thigh harness, lube, and a vibrating cock-ring. She also pulled out an instant camera, ready to take some "souvenir" pictures of their activities, whatever they would be. Kara sighed with what sounded suspiciously to Bruce like feverish anticipation, as she noted the various devices. She evidently remembered all of them quite fondly, as indicated by her shaking hands and the scent of her juicy cunt. 

"Damn, Dana, are you planning to use all of that?" Bruce teased his wife's girlfriend. 

"Maybe, maybe not. That's up to you, Sir. However, I want to be ready, just in case, stud," she taunted him back with a wink, making a point of drawing attention to the cock-ring.

If all else failed, it would help him stay hard for them. She doubted that he'd mind that. Besides, it was supposed to bring a man pleasure, too. He no doubt would wish to be hard as often and as long as it took to get fuck them as much as possible. Any minor discomfort would end when he took it off and came in them. She wanted him to at least fill them with enough seed to knock them up. 

"So, you want me to be the father of your kids, eh? How badly? I can't get it up again until I've pissed," Bruce noted. 

"Dana, will you please share with me this time? I want my share of his piss, and I have been a very good girl, lately, haven't I?" Kara pouted, desperately craving some of Bruce's amber liquid. 

"Well, of course, honey. Now, get on your knees next to me and open your mouth, too. We're ready, Governor," Dana encouraged first Kara and then Bruce. 

Still in a bit of disbelief, Bruce Calahan put his semi-erect dick up to the couple's lips. He took a deep breath and then relaxed his bladder, letting his pee jet into their open mouths. Dana caught more of it, being more aggressive about it, but Kara got her share as well. The next thing really stunned the Governor. He was used to Liz drinking his piss, but this involved not only two women sharing his liquid waste, but also them kissing each other afterward, and then licking each other's faces clean. Did Liz do this, too, when playing with her college classmates? He didn't mind, but it still surprised him. It was one of the kinkiest things that he had ever seen, bar none. 

After Dana and Kara tasted Bruce's pee, they went into a 69 and began pissing into each other's throats as well. They licked that clean as well, and simply ate each other out, evidently sure that this sight would arouse Bruce enough to make him hard and ready again. They weren't wrong, as the Massachusetts Governor quickly discovered. His cock went stiff once again and it stayed that way the whole time that the women munched on each other's pussies. Naturally, Dana was on top this time, which didn't bother Kara. She gladly cooperated with what her Mistress intended for her.

Bruce stroked himself for several minutes, but backed off each time that he came too close to cumming. He wanted to make sure that he didn't go soft yet, in case the girls weren't enough to harden his cock again. He had his doubts about that danger, of course. The way that the two women pursued oral delights in that 69 would make any skeptics about that position rethink their views on it. These were two experts at cunnilingus, who knew how to focus on each other's pleasure, while still accepting and embracing their own. 

"Well, are you going to fuck us or not, Master? Please take us now! We're ready and I think that you're ready, too. If you want to hold off on cumming too soon, feel free to use that cock-ring. We brought it with you in mind. It's our little gift to you," Dana told him with a playful grin. 

"Well, I'm not going to argue with that. I'll start with you, but let Kara suck the head now and then, between strokes. I think that I'll go ahead and try the cock-ring. I've never used one before, but I understand that they're safe, as long as you don't wear them for longer than half an hour at a time. There will be enough breaks to avoid that risk," Bruce agreed, quite eager to penetrate the bridesmaids. 

After he had the cock-ring on and felt the initial vibrations, Bruce entered Dana suddenly, reasoning that Kara had gotten her wet enough for him. The foreplay was already covered, and in this case, he wanted enough time in her to give her some pleasure from the actual act. While it was true that the cock-ring slowed him down, the vibrations counteracted that effect a bit. 

Furthermore, he was already quite horny from the sight of two lovely women performing a 69 in his presence. Most of his past threesomes had been shorter and he had provided the necessary stimulation to get the ladies ready. This time, the girls were a couple, and quite used to servicing each other's needs. As great as it was in the past, this was twice as good, especially knowing that the women's passion for each other was the real thing. 

His instincts were quite correct, as Dana confirmed by moaning repeatedly while he plundered her pussy. She was also very excited as it was, so the Governor's vibrating cock intensified her pleasure to a rather extreme level. Although she loved a woman most of all, Bruce had just reminded her of why she craved men on occasion. Kara was a sweet and passionate lover, but she didn't have a real cock. The veins, the ring, the smooth head, and the thick rod buried in her cunt reinforced her need for a virile man sometimes. At the risk of sounding biblical, a bi girl couldn't live by pussy alone. 

Bruce, meanwhile, was quite happy that the ring was adjustable, as well as the fact that he didn't need to adjust it. The girls had somehow guessed his exact girth accurately. The only obvious answer was that Liz had told them just how thick and wide he was around. That was typical of his wife. She made a point of not only bragging on him, but surprising him and making sure that his equipment wasn't damaged. Then again, she had a vested interest in its continued utility. 

Kara was quite happy to suck his cock as it went in and out of her lover's pussy. Bruce loved her tongue and lips, though he was still more partial to the tighter depths of Dana's cunt. The idea that she would so eagerly clean his dick of her partner's juices wasn't exactly a turn-off, in any case. 

Bruce fucked the hell out of Dana for a bit, before walking over to Kara and penetrating her in turn. He pounded the brunette with a furious energy for several more minutes, while Dana took her chance to lick and suck him. When they weren't sucking him, the ladies ate each other as he slammed into them. The Governor's stamina was considerable, anyway, but the ring made it even better. 

"Oh, shit, that's amazzzzzinnngggg!" Kara shrieked with ecstasy, as Bruce drove his cock into her, more than once bottoming out with it. 

"Tell me about it! Better yet, send him back to me for a moment or two. We can keep taking turns, can't we, slave?" Dana exclaimed. 

"Yes, Mistress! Just please let me have more of him soon!" Kara pleaded.

"Naturally, babe. I wouldn't dream of denying you that," Dana moaned, as she slid her cunt over Kara's mouth and tongue. 

"Thank you, Mistress! Bruce, can you do as she asks, and then come back to me when she asks you to? I don't think that you'll regret it, Sir," Kara grunted with raw delight in the cock that was in her. 

Bruce answered by pulling out of Kara, which made her ache with that empty sensation that was indescribably painful on a sexual level. He returned to Dana for several more moments, thrusting like a piston within her walls. He generally preferred the "doggie-style" position, anyway, although Kara's long legs in the air had a nice, wild look to them. 

"Damn, Bruce, I can see why Liz needs this and also why she needs to let others borrow it! A girl would require a break from fucking like this now and then, but it is sooooo great!" Dana gasped with absolute joy from the cock buried inside her. 

"He'll make you sore, won't he, Mistress!" Kara groaned, as her companion devoured her again and the Governor reamed her pussy with his virile member. 

"Yes, but it is worth it!" Dana stopped licking her lover's cunt long enough to answer her rhetorical question. 

Bruce fucked Dana for a few more minutes, and then rammed Kara again. The idea that her fiancée's sweet juices would mix on his dick with her own really pleased and thrilled the bisexual sub. By now, no matter what he tried, the Governor couldn't hold back any longer. His stiff cock enjoyed the extreme threesome by now to such an extent that he needed to cum at last. 

"Ahhhhhh......grrreeeaaattt!" Governor Calahan shot his first spurt into Kara, and then took advantage of his cock-ring and continual hardness to pull out and release the rest into Dana's pussy. He didn't want to take any chances that he would fail to impregnate both of them. 

Bruce was quite surprised when he didn't go instantly limp. He made full use of this apparent result of the ring to have both girls bend over the sofa in the living room. He wanted to give both women a serious fucking that would ensure that neither woman could do without his cock for long. The idea of getting his new sex partners hooked on him had more than its share of excitement for him. 

Dana grinned, and then gasped to breathe again, as Bruce plundered her sex and Kara's in turns again. This rotation didn't have a consistent pattern. Bruce would fuck Dana for several consecutive minutes, and then go back into Kara for only a minute or two. The next time, he would screw Dana for just seconds, before shoving his dick back inside a slippery Kara. Both women grunted and shivered with considerable pleasure, though less due to size than to the Governor's shrewd approach to taking them. 

After a while, however, he stopped and took the flogger to both of them. He gave them several strokes each, but abruptly ceased and lubed up their assholes. Taking off the ring, to ensure that he didn't damage his anatomy from prolonged use, the Governor of Massachusetts inserted a butt-plug into Kara and a vibrator into Dana. He buggered both of them for several minutes with those toys, while applying the "bullet" to his cock. It worked well enough, getting him fully hard again from the vibrations. 

Once he was ready, Bruce invaded Dana again and fingered Kara for a dozen full minutes. Dana nearly slumped from the power of the penetration, not to mention the duration of it. Bruce stopped just in time to move to Kara's pussy. He stuck it in and out in furious strokes that made her eyes feel like they doubled in size. 

Bruce liked to anally penetrate his partners, but he didn't want to waste valuable sperm that might be used for knocking these women up. They were fertile and he fully intended to provide them with cum. He pounded the hell out of Dana and Kara, thrusting forcefully into the bisexual pair, but only after he also replaced the butt-plug and vibrator with a double-headed dildo, which allowed them to ass-fuck each other while he screwed them into coital bliss. 

Of course, even the greatest stamina that a man can have won't equal most women's in terms of sexual encounters, men being built for frequency rather than length of copulation. Naturally, therefore, Bruce finally exploded into Dana and dipped his cum-covered dick into Kara just long enough to give her his seed as well. 

Now completely flaccid, Bruce brought first Dana and then Kara to climax with the double-headed dildo and his fingers. He reveled in their moans, as the couple finally relaxed from the zenith of their excitement. They needed to recover their footing, too, which took a few minutes. After all, their orgasms had built up for a while by that point. 

Not finished yet, Dana asked, "Bruce, may I handcuff Kara and dominate her for a while, as you regain your strength? You can direct me, if you wish. I want to make her eat my pussy and ass, as well as spank her cute butt. She's quite tasty, too, and great at oral. If you want her to suck your cock while I take her ass with a strap-on dildo, I'll make sure that she cooperates. She'll still obey you first, Sir. I just want to handle this more directly for the moment, since you need to rest for a bit, anyway."

"Sounds wonderful. Have fun. I know that I will, at least from watching you in action. Kara, I want you to relax and behave around your Mistress the way that you would if I were not there. I want to see how you obey her, or get punished if you don't," Bruce agreed with a smile. 

"Yes, Sir. I'll be very good to Mistress Dana, just as I always am, whenever she gives me such a session," Kara answered, and then quieted, as Dana handcuffed her. 

"You'll be very obedient to Mistress, won't you, dear Kara?" Dana demanded of her lover/slave. 

"Yes, Mistress Dana!" 

"What do you want Mistress to do to you, Kara?" 

"I want Mistress Dana to spank my unworthy bottom, please!" 

"Then Mistress will do just that. I'm going to sit down and you will lean over my lap, won't you, slave?" 

"Yes, Mistress Dana!" Kara repeated cheerfully, before complying with her Domme's commands. 

Dana first spanked Kara's bare bottom with her bare hands, but then she switched to the handy paddle that she had placed next to the chair. That was when Kara really began squealing, but everyone present knew that she really loved it. Her juices soaked Dana's thighs. She squirmed with pure masochistic delight, hoping for more paddling from her beloved Mistress Dana. 

The tomboy knew what her brunette lover wanted, but this time was not a moment to punish or deprive her. She promptly gave the slave continued attention, even fiddling with her folds as she spanked her. This sight had Bruce rising again, which didn't surprise him. He loved watching lesbian bondage, and this time was in person. 




Calahan's Campaign Ch. 04



"Is Master Bruce ready for another turn? Can he be a little blatantly Dom now, since he doesn't need to worry about knocking us up this time?" Dana teased him seductively.

"Damn it, yes, if that doesn't bother you. This is partly to please me, after all," Bruce declared.

"Well, of course it is! It's mostly about you, Sir. You're the bridegroom, aren't you? This is your night. Yours and Liz's, but she is being taken care of by Stanley right now, I imagine. Please don't forget that, Master Bruce," Dana observed, as she finished spanking Kara, "Now, Kara, it's time to get up for a bit. You're getting a DP, lover, if that's what Master Bruce wants." 

"Yes, I think so, babe. However, if you don't mind, I'd like to be in her ass. You could have her pussy, maybe taking her cowgirl-style. How does that grab you?" Bruce proposed. 

"Well, that's fair enough, Sir. I've had her ass tons of times, and while I intend for us to have many encounters, I can understand your desire to experience it for the first time. I'm sure that would please Liz a lot, too. You've already probably knocked us up already, so that's not an issue, is it? She has a great asshole, by the way. I sometimes envy you the ability to feel the inside of her butt on your skin. That's something that I can only experience with my fingers, fist, and tongue. 

"Oh, and please bear in mind that if you are unable to get it up again tonight, Liz has already assured me that she won't get mad. She has enjoyed you all afternoon, after all. There are limits to any man's prowess, and you've gone beyond most men's capacity as it is. Besides, she's presumably having plenty of cock right now with Stanley. Not to mention that she will be very pleased with oral sex with all of us. She loves to make her Master happy and ensure that you have a great time, as you know. Pretty soon, we'll all be wiped out at this rate in any case," Dana smiled saucily at him. 

"Yes, that sounds like my Liz. She's a true slave and selfless lover, without question. Well, I'll try to reward her for her generous and understanding attitude. Kara seems to be the same way with you, pretty much," Bruce noted, as he saw Kara climb on top of Dana and plant herself on her Mistress's dildo. 

Once he had lubed up his cock and entered Kara's sphincter, Bruce and Dana began taking turns as the one inside her. The Governor thrust in every time that Dana pulled out, and vice versa, which steadily pushed the slave toward her climax. The thrill of penetrating her lover while having that same woman take a man's cock up the ass also quickened the pace of Dana's arousal. This was something that made both of them glad to be bi instead of gay or straight. It was an experience that suited both of their sexual inclinations, as it involved rough sex and a threesome. 

Meanwhile, of course, Bruce did his best to avoid cumming too soon in Kara's tush, while the trio moved back and forth together. He loved the soft and silky feeling of her hot backdoor, as he pounded away at it and enjoyed the view of her coupling with Dana. The DP at last caused Kara to squirt on Dana's dildo, but Bruce continued ramming her as hard as he could. He wanted to maximize what might be his last hard-on for the night. 

It wasn't long before he felt a degree of primal excitement that pushed him to show no mercy, no longer worried about restraining himself. By now, Dana and Bruce had stopped trying to alternate their movements, so that Kara often got slammed from both ends with equal force. This pressed the lovely slave to gush a second time, and scream out an ear-peeling orgasm. 

This sound prompted Dana to feel the need to cum soon. Since Kara had been exhausted, she needed a new stimulus to get her past her frustration. Thinking swiftly, Bruce withdrew from Kara and applied his dick to Dana's hurriedly lubricated bottom. With her legs raised and a hard cock shoving itself into her pucker, Dana didn't last much longer. It was the desired jolt to get her off, and she thanked Bruce by continuing to meet his dick with her asshole until he could expend himself inside her bowels. 

"Sorry, Kara, dear. Didn't mean to cheat you of his seed. I just had to cum. Thank you, Governor," Dana gasped as she tried to breathe normally again. 

"Don't worry about me, Mistress Dana. You come first, my love. You always have with me. May I suck his cock now, though? You're very clean there, so he should be, right?" Kara declared. 

"Naturally, babe. Go for it. Suck his dick to your satisfaction. Who knows? You might keep him from getting soft already," Dana encouraged her with a wink and a French kiss. 

"Well, Liz should thank me for that, if it happens that way, shouldn't she?" Kara giggled, as she took Bruce from ass to mouth. 

For the Governor, it was the ultimate nasty thrill to feel a mouth and tongue on his cock, straight from two sexy women's asses. He had no troubled staying stiff in the face of such a heated blowjob. It was not shocking, then, that he failed to notice a second pair of lips on his dick. When he looked down, he found Liz sucking him off as well. If that wasn't enough, Dana soon joined her and made three women performing fellatio on Bruce. 

"Honey, when did you join us again?" Bruce quizzed her, quite stunned. 

"A while ago, actually. I had to take a nap, or try to, anyway. However, I kept hearing the noises and looking in on you. I finally drifted off, only to wake up to more hot sex. I waited in order to rest and give them their fair time with you, but I couldn't stay away as long as expected. I wanted more of your cock. I couldn't help myself. Forgive me, ladies?" Elizabeth Calahan answered with a delighted smile, as she shared the taste of his dick and balls with her girlfriends. 

"Sure, babe. There's no harm in it. We're just grateful that you're sharing your hot hubby with us. But, then, that's true friendship, right? Do tell us about your romp with Stanley, though," Dana soothed her guilt over interrupting the threesome "too soon". 

"Thanks. There wasn't too much to tell. He got me hot and bothered, so much so that I had an even harder time waiting so long. However, while he was nice and thick, he didn't last too long either time . It was kind of disappointing, though I didn't tell him that. After all, he was still fun, though I never came with him. I faked it, which I rarely do, but I wanted him to keep some of his self-esteem. One never knows when I might give him a second chance, since it could be a fluke. It was still pretty good. I wouldn't kick him out of bed, even now. He just reminded me of what I love so much about Bruce. He wasn't a dominant, either. All in all, it was a good time, and I don't regret it," Liz explained, while she now went down on the girls in turns. 

While Bruce doubted that any mortal man could cum again after so many times, he was fascinated with the willingness of his wife to devour the cunts of her girlfriends while they sucked his dick. A small, but intense final release spilled onto the tongues of the women as they thrust their asses and pussies back at his bride. The girls didn't waste time, as they pounced on Liz immediately afterward and ate her to a last climax of the evening. They were quite willing to lick her butt and cunt if that would satisfy her need to cum at last. 

"God in Heaven, girls! You deserve some major orgasms for that!" Mrs. Calahan exclaimed eagerly. 

"All in good time, hon. We have tomorrow, don't we? You and your wonderful man can return the favor to us tomorrow morning. We've all worn ourselves out tonight. Not that any of us regret it, I know. A pity that we can't stay with you permanently. Then again, we can be fuckbuddies, at least," Dana smiled at them, with Kara nodding. 

"Well, if they ever legalize polygamy, you know where we'd look for wives number two and three, don't you?" Liz snickered, which flustered Bruce once more.

"Yes, but which of us would be married to them, I wonder?" the Governor wise-cracked. 

"Both of us, of course! We're a package deal, as I am concerned," Liz responded. 

"You're damn right about that, hon," Bruce agreed without any hesitation whatsoever. 

"That's true of us, too, so we're very cool with that. In fact, we'll be sure to thank you for the compliment that you just paid us come tomorrow. Just wait and see," Dana blew them a kiss, to which Kara immediately added her own. 

"Promises, promises," Governor Calahan remarked with a grin. 

"Like I said, just wait and see," Dana repeated, and then kissed all of three of her sex partners that night fiercely on the lips.