2 comments/ 28201 views/ 4 favorites A Political Education Ch. 01 By: ILienBagby Carla Wove was excited..... ready for anything. She was here.... finally. She was attending the state political convention. Professor Needling put his arm around her waist, guiding her through the busy crowd of convention goers. They were moving towards the sign-in desk. His hand slid downward. It stopped at her ass. Carla let it rest there. It was the least she could do. She had already done everything she could to get him to take her to the convention. She had written papers, done research, sat in the front row of his class, not wearing panties of course, and crossed and uncrossed her legs to give him a good view of her sweet spot. It was all for politics. Politics! Carla just loved politics. The whole idea of it, the being at the center of power, getting to where the decisions were being made, where deals were done. That was what got her juices flowing, got her hot, got her ready for the big game of politics. She would do anything to get ahead. She wiggled her ass a little, getting more comfortable in the professor's grip. They were at the desk, and the professor was talking, "My student here and I have adjoining rooms. We are here at the convention to learn all about politics." Behind the desk, the handyman pushed over the sign-in book. Carla didn't like the way he was looking at her, running his eyes up and down her body. He didn't even try to hide the leering smirk on his lips. Carla was used to guys ogling her body, she knew she had a hot body, and she dressed in clothes that showed off her tight ass and her sweet tits. But this handyman, his name was Victor Bigg according to his name tag, wasn't shaved, his hair was stringy and unwashed, his nails were all dirty, and his uniform was greasy. There was no way he could help her get ahead in the political world. Ugh. Finally they were in the elevator. It was crowded. The professor was off to her right. Victor, the handyman, was directly behind her. As they ascended to their destination on the sixth floor, Carla felt Victor pushing against her. Jesus, he was pressing his cock against the crack of her ass. How could he? Ugh. Hardly anyone in the elevator could move, it was so crowded, so there was nothing she could do about it. Before she could say anything, though, they were at the sixth floor and they were pushing their way off of the elevator. Carla glanced at Victor's trousers and noticed the bulge at the front of his trousers. It was enormous! In spite of her disgust at his looks and at the way he was acting, she wondered at his cock's size and how it would feel in her cunt or her mouth, or, oh god, in her ass. Then they were at the doors to their adjoining rooms. Victor opened the door for the professor. "I'll see you in a while," Needling told Carla and entered his room. She was alone in the corridor now, alone with Victor. And as he opened her door, she heard him mutter in a voice so low that she could barely make out what he was saying, "I'm gonna fuck your cunt." Carla turned to look at him, to tell him how uncouth he was, but before she could express her displeasure, Victor was gone, disappeared somewhere down the corridor, and Carla was alone in her room with her bags. She unpacked. She decided to shower. She needed to wash herself clean from that filthy Victor. A Political Education Ch. 02 This was all so exciting. This The tremendous series of orgasms she had felt while fucking the professor had been a great introduction to politics, but she certainly needed to learn more. After a second or so, she took a big breath and followed Victor to the elevator. Neither of them said anything as they entered the elevator. He pushed the button for the penthouse and the elevator began to rise. Carla was a bit relieved because this time Victor didn't attempt to get too close to her and he even avoided saying anything. Finally, the elevator stopped and they got out. Victor pushed the door button and then, suddenly, he was gone, disappeared as before. Carla stood in front of the door. She took a deep breath and waited. She stood up straight. After a few seconds she heard a click and the door opened. It wasn't the governor who stood there. Instead it was the governor's wife. "You must be Carla," said the governor's wife. "We have been waiting to meet you. Please come in." She waved her hand to usher Carla into the hotel room. It was a very large room with a big chandelier, a large couch, and several plush chairs. The governor was sitting on one of the plush chairs and was smiling. His wife led Carla to the couch opposite to where the governor was sitting and sat down next to Carla. The governor spoke: "You are every bit as fine looking as we were told," he said to Carla. His voice was powerful, and Carla felt a tremor of excitement. She was really here, face to face, alone with the governor and his wife in this hotel room? It was all happening so fast! "Oh, thank you, Governor, Sir," Carla stammered. "Please, Please," the governor chuckled. "Let's not be so formal. You need not address me as 'sir.' Please, just call me Walker. That is my first name, you know, Governor Walker G. Chub, but I would prefer if you just called me Walker. My wife, of course as you know, is Barbara; please call her Babs." "Oh, yes. Thank you Governor, I mean Walker. It is such a great honor to be meeting you and your wife, I mean Babs, like this." The governor sat there. He was staring straight at Carla. Carla was nervous and very excited. She felt a friendly pat high on her thigh. It was the governor's wife. The tap was meant to be reassuring to Carla, but it was more than that because the governor's wife didn't remove her hand from Carla's thigh. Instead, she patted it again, each time more slowly and finally just letting her hand rest high up on Carla's thigh. Her hand moved slightly upwards and around to the inside of Carla's leg. Carla felt just a little dizzy with anticipation. The governor's wife moved her hand once again, this time brushing the top of Carla's leg, lingering for a second in the vicinity of Carla's cunt. Carla's pussy juice was flowing wildly again. Maybe she should have put her panties on although they would have been soaked by her madly flowing cunt juice by now. Her clit was swollen and Carla felt it pushing out from its covering sheath. Bab's hand, still pressing against Carla's thigh began moving closer to her cunt. "I think our guest would like a drink," Babs said to the governor. "I do think you are right," the governor said and stood up to move to the sideboard to get the drink. Carla couldn't help but notice that he had a huge erection. Meanwhile, Babs ostentatiously moved her hand from Carla's cunt and brought her finger to her nose, inhaling deeply. She smiled first at her husband and then at Carla. Carla blushed. Obviously, there was going to be some kind of sex soon. Sex with the governor....and his wife? Carla couldn't have wished for anything more. That was politics at its highest level. Carla wondered what form the sex would take? He watching while Carla and his wife did each other? Babs watching while she was fucked by the governor, or sucked his cock? Or would it be a three way? Well, whatever. Carla would find out soon enough. This was a lot sooner than she had thought it would happen, but she was ready. "Professor Needling told us all about you," said the governor, as he brought the drink and gave it to Carla. "He told us that you were one of his very best political science students. He praised your virtues, telling us about your grades, your research, how hard you studied and how much you loved politics." The governor's wife, joined in, "Needling told us that you were fine looking, but he neglected to add just how fine looking, And sexy," Babs once again put her hand under Carla's skirt and against her cunt. Carla blushed again. Carla took a sip of the drink. Although it was a large couch with plenty of room, Babs sat right next to Carla. She was looking at Carla and smiling while her hand stayed at Carla's cunt, rubbing in a slow, sexy motion. Carla took another sip of the drink. She opened her legs a bit to give Babs better access to the now swollen outer lips of her pussy. The governor, sitting opposite, leaned over the better to watch what was happening at Carla's crotch, where, by now Babs had inserted two fingers. Babs parted her knees just a bit more to give the governor a better look. The governor smiled and put his hands on Carla's knees, spreading them just a bit wider again. . Babs said, "Drink up, my dear," and, without any attempt to hide what she was doing, slipped her hand under the couch's cushion and pulled out a large black dildo. It was big and fat, maybe a foot long, as wide as a man's fist. She held it up for all to see. Carla was breathing hard. This was exciting. Her pussy was gushing juice. Babs moved the dildo down. Carla moved her knees even more apart. The governor watched intently. Babs shoved the dildo up to Carla's cunt. Now the governor leaned over closer and he slipped his hand under Carla's dress and under her thighs, sliding his hands forward all the way until they were directly holding on to Carla's hard, round ass. "Carla," asked the governor, "do you know why we invited you to our suite?" Carla was crazy with anticipation. She couldn't wait to be getting it on with these two. Her nipples were hard, her cunt sopping around the invading black dildo, plus, Babs had infiltrated a couple of fingers alongside the dildo in Carla's cunt. Carla was as horny and excited as she had ever been in her life. She let out a soft moan of pleasure. She was so horny that she didn't care exactly what they wanted, she just wanted to get on with it, her moans of pleasure now constant, her mouth open, her eyes heavy with passion and silently pleading for more from the governor and his wife. "Stand up," the governor ordered. Carla stood up. The governor's and Bab's hands remained in her ass and cunt and she looked at each of them, waiting for their next order. She had the moaning under control now, but her pussy was on fire. Her tits were tender, their nipples hard. She was ready alright. "Take off your dress," Babs ordered this time. Carla pulled her dress up and over her head and threw it aside. She was completely naked and open. Her legs were spread in a firm stance. "I want you to suck my cock," said Walker. Carla dropped to her knees, opened the governor's pants and pulled out his long prick. It was big, thick, and engorged, and Carla circled it with her lips, sucking hard, filling her mouth with the long tool. She savored the taste as she sucked and flipped her tongue around his prick, sucking and chewing with her lips until the governor suddenly pulled his prick out. She lunged forward to pull it back into her mouth. She wanted the big reward, the taste of his sweet cum, but he stopped her. The governor looked at Carla. His face radiated a grave sincerity. "Loyalty is what this is all about," he said. Carla, still on her knees, looked up at the governor. Oh, she wanted his cum to splash into her mouth. "We need to know that you are completely loyal to us, that you will do what we say without question." Carla again nodded her head yes. The governor, Walker, smiled at Carla. "Yes, I do think you understand what we mean when we talk about loyalty. He stuck his prick back into her mouth, and, as she sucked mightily, shot his wad into the back of her throat. The next thing Carla knew, she was laying face down on the couch. The governor's dick was back in her mouth. He really was a powerful politician. His prick was getting hard again. Babs continued to push her fingers into Carla's cunt and Carla felt that huge dildo being pushed into her ass by Babs. Carla moaned and began to cum over and over again. Then, suddenly it was Bab's cunt that she was sucking and the dildo was in her cunt and the governor's dick was in her ass. Then the arrangement of dick, cunt and dildo changed again. One second Carla was sucking something madly and the next moment someone was sucking her. For a while, she was being fucked and then she was fucking, the dildo strapped on and she was drilling away, first at Babs and later at Walker until things changed again and then again. For a long time this continued from one combination to another. All three people, the governor, his wife, and Carla were moving and shouting, were moaning and breathing, were coming over and over and over again. Carla had never, never, never come even close to having so many orgasms at one time as she was having now. She never wanted this to stop. She felt the governor once again begin to cum and as he shot his wad she opened her mouth and swallowed every drop. Babs pulled her face from Carla's cunt and began kissing her. Carla, crazy with wanting more, picked up the giant black dildo and began to push it in and out of her in a mad frenzy, faster and deeper, all the time moaning and crying for "more.....more.....I want MORE....please......" Babs took the dildo from Carla's hands, thrust it into Carla's ass, and left it there. The governor sat Carla down. The dildo was pressed deep into her ass and Carla sighed a sigh a deep satisfaction. "I do think that you have what it takes to do well in politics," the governor said. "Very Well," Babs added with a big smile. Carla tried to think about what she had learned in one of her political science course, who had said that "Power was the greatest aphrodisiac." It was H. Kissinger.Carla looked at the two of them and began to smile. Boy, was Kissinger right! For some reason, the dildo stuck in her ass was making her horny. "Do you two want a little more fucking, just for fun this time?" she asked. "We certainly would," the governor said, "but I'm afraid there is much political work to be done. The convention still has some time to run." He stopped for a moment and looked at Carla, "and I know that we can use your talents to further our political ends." As he said that, Babs pulled the dildo out from Carla's behind. Carla clapped her hands. "Oh thank you Walker, and you too Babs, thank you both. I never realized that politics could be so, so, exciting. I'm ready to help in anyway I can. I know that you need people to stuff envelopes and put out yard signs.....I'll be glad to do anything." The governor began to laugh. "My dear young lady," he said, "you can be much more valuable than just being an envelope stuffer." Page 13 "Yes, anything," she said. "We need to check on a few things, but we'll be getting in touch with you very soon. Right now, just get dressed." No sooner then that Carla had slipped on her dress, the door to the suite opened and Victor was there. "Victor will take you to your room," the governor said. CHAPTER TWO In the shower, Carla carefully soaped every crevice of her body. She washed her armpits, under her breasts, her ass. She pushed the soap into her cunt and slowly rubbed it up and down, massaging her clit, letting the soap, the hot water and her gentle manipulation excite her, quicken her breathing. Being at the convention was making her horny. She could just stay under the rushing shower water and rub her pussy and come over and over again, letting out a low moan each time she felt the hot tingle and came one more time. Sometimes Carla thought to herself as she stepped out of the shower and toweled herself dry, she was a bit too much into sex. But, oh well. Still toweling dry, Carla moved into the bedroom of her suite and noticed that the door to the adjoining room was ajar. Suddenly, it opened and the professor walked in. Carla was completely naked except for the towel, so she held it up quickly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize that you had been showering," he said, "perhaps I had better leave and come back in a little while. But I did have some news for you." She wondered what news he had to tell her. It must be about something the s In hower, that was happening here at the convention. "Oh, don't go," she said. She sat down on the big bed in her room, still holding the towel so that it covered most of her lovely body, but just barely. "What is the news that you have for me?" Professor Needling didn't say anything. He just stared at Carla. One of her erect nipples was free of the towel and her long, sexy legs visible all the way to her twat. She couldn't help but notice that the professor had a huge erection pushing against the front of his pants. "Professor, you were going to tell me something. Some news?" Carla wet her lips with her tongue. She opened her eyes wide. Professor Needling spoke finally. He cleared his throat. "The Governor telephoned me...." "The governor," Carla exclaimed, and she threw up her hands in excitement, exposing all of her lovely body to the professor, "what did he say?" The professor seemed mesmerized, stunned, speechless suddenly, his erection bigger than before. Carla was afraid he was going to faint. She jumped up, and still naked, ran to him and put her arms around him. She snuggled her head against his chest. "Oh," she said, "I am so careless. I do have to be more careful. I've embarrassed you by allowing myself to be unclothed. Please, professor, please forgive me," and she put her head down, using the opportunity to take a quick look to check out Needling's still powerful erection. 'There, there, Ms. Wrove," Professor Needling said. "It's alright." He put his arm around her shoulder. She felt he professor's other hand moved across his body to stop at her thigh, just below her ass. "Oh, I am so embarrassed, Please, Please forgive me." She turned to him, "I must seem like a terrible person to you. Look, I am completely naked." She opened her arms wide, offering her whole body to display. "Oh, I am so ashamed." She quickly moved back into his arms and pressed her body against his. "Oh, Ms. Wrove," please don't feel so bad," said professor Needling. He moved the hand that was on her shoulder down to her back, and pulled her body even closer to his. The hand on her thigh stayed there. "This is an important time for you. You're here at the convention, the governor wants to meet you." His hand moved up and now held her ass in its grip. His other arm tightened its hold around her body and his hand was now touching the underside of her pretty breast. She felt her nipples harden. Her cunt juice was flowing now. She could feel her clit start to become engorged. "Oh, professor, you are being too kind," she said. She thought that might as well move things along. Carla slightly parted her legs and felt the professor's hand move, push against her throbbing twat, She parted her legs a little bit more. His finger move to push against her engorged clit, moved to part her labia. He slid two fingers into the slick wetness of her cunt. "Oh, Professor Needling, What, what are we doing?" she said, parting her legs even more, giving him even better access to her mound. "Professor, Oh, professor. Should we be doing this?" He didn't say anything, but his hand moved to brush against her erect nipple, the other hand had by now managed three fingers into her cunt. "I don't know if this is ok? Oh, oh, oh" Carla said and moved her knees further apart, giving him all the room he needed to continue the manipulation of her clit and cunt. Her breathing grew louder and more hurried, her juices were flowing faster and harder. "Professor, Is this.... Is this....should we...is this ok?" she moaned. She fell backward on the bed, throwing her arms above her head. She was completely open now, her limbs spread wide, The professor's hands and fingers pushing, moving, probing. By now, she was moaning out loud, her clit hardening, her juices flowing, gushing. "Professor," she said. "Professor. What are you doing?" She was completely open now. Now he was on top of her. He reached down and began to loosen the belt of his trousers. Quickly he pulled his pants down and she felt his prick press against her leg. He was so big. She was so wet. "Professor, I don't know?" As she uttered the words, she felt his engorged prick slide into her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes, Fuck me," she screamed. She whipped her legs around the professor's waist. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him tight against her body. "Hard," she yelled. Could anything be more exciting? She was at the convention! The professor's big prick slid into her cunt. She felt her clit expand out of its sheath. Her cunt was soaking wet. Her nipples tight and tender. She shuddered. It was going to be an orgasm like she had never felt before. "Professor, fuck me," she repeated over and over again. "Oh, My God," she shouted. She moaned over and over again, "Oh, Ahh, OhOhOh..." She pulled him even tighter. She began to bounce in eager rhythm to his fucking. " Yes, yes, yes," she shouted, bucking against him. His rod slipped in and out in and out. "Fuck me," she begged, "Harder," Carla demanded. She suddenly felt a huge tremor. Every part of her cunt was on fire. Her clit was pulsing and ready to explode. Finally Carla came. And then she came again. It must be the politics of it all. Another orgasm. She yelled again. Then, suddenly, the professor let out a short yell, pulled his prick out of her pulsing cunt and spurted a blast of cum onto her stomach. The professor rolled off of her. But it wasn't enough for Carla. She began to rub her clit, fuck her cunt with her fingers. Carla needed more! She bent over and put his now flaccid prick into her mouth and sucked it clean, all the while continuing to rub her own clit. "Professor Needling, you are so virile." She looked at him with what she hoped was a look of awe. She took his prick into her hand, trying to see if she could get it hard again, she could have used a bit more fucking, but the professor stood up. He pulled his pants up. "I would like to try this again," he said, "but we must get busy. When I first came into the room, it was to tell you that I had told the governor all about you and that he wanted to see you, meet you in person." "The Governor," Carla shouted. "Oh my Gosh." And she rushed into the bathroom to wash up as the professor left the room through his adjoining door. Carla washed up quickly. She pulled on her slinky dress. Oh, she thought, I had better not forget! She quickly opened her computer and clicked to her "Political Strategies" file. It was where she wrote her most important thoughts about politics, the ideas that would help her in her quest to reach the top of the political ladder. She began to type: Page 7 The First Rule of Politics. Always, Always make sure that you have taken care of your base. Below that she typed her name and next to that three plus marks: Carla +++ Carla closed the computer. She had to get ready for her meeting with the governor. She sat down on her bed and began to pull on her shoes, She was excited about meeting the governor. Her cunt was getting juicy all over again. Oh, but she didn't have any time. She hadn't even had the chance to put on her panties when she heard a knock on her door and saw it opening. Victor entered the room. She quickly pulled her skirt down so that Victor wouldn't see her still throbbing pussy and stood up. A Political Education Ch. 02 "I am here to take you to the governor's suite," he said, once again giving her body a long ogling look. He inhaled deeply and gave her a smirking glance before walking to the door, opening it, and motioning to Carla to follow. A Political Education Ch. 03 This was all so exciting. The tremendous series of orgasms she had felt while fucking the professor had been a great introduction to politics, but she certainly needed to learn more. After a second or so, she took a big breath and followed Victor to the elevator. Neither of them said anything as they entered the elevator. He pushed the button for the penthouse and the elevator began to rise. Carla was a bit relieved because this time Victor didn't attempt to get too close to her and he even avoided saying anything. Finally, the elevator stopped and they got out. Victor pushed the door button and then, suddenly, he was gone, disappeared as before. Carla stood in front of the door. She took a deep breath and waited. She stood up straight. After a few seconds she heard a click and the door opened. It wasn't the governor who stood there. Instead it was the governor's wife. "You must be Carla," said the governor's wife. "We have been waiting to meet you. Please come in." She waved her hand to usher Carla into the hotel room. It was a very large room with a big chandelier, a large couch, and several plush chairs. The governor was sitting on one of the plush chairs and was smiling. His wife led Carla to the couch opposite to where the governor was sitting and sat down next to Carla. The governor spoke: "You are every bit as fine looking as we were told," he said to Carla. His voice was powerful, and Carla felt a tremor of excitement. She was really here, face to face, alone with the governor and his wife in this hotel room? It was all happening so fast! "Oh, thank you, Governor, Sir," Carla stammered. "Please, Please," the governor chuckled. "Let's not be so formal. You need not address me as 'sir.' Please, just call me Walker. That is my first name, you know, Governor Walker G. Chub, but I would prefer if you just called me Walker. My wife, of course as you know, is Barbara; please call her Babs." "Oh, yes. Thank you Governor, I mean Walker. It is such a great honor to be meeting you and your wife, I mean Babs, like this." The governor sat there. He was staring straight at Carla. Carla was nervous and very excited. She felt a friendly pat high on her thigh. It was the governor's wife. The tap was meant to be reassuring to Carla, but it was more than that because the governor's wife didn't remove her hand from Carla's thigh. Instead, she patted it again, each time more slowly and finally just letting her hand rest high up on Carla's thigh. Her hand moved slightly upwards and around to the inside of Carla's leg. Carla felt just a little dizzy with anticipation. The governor's wife moved her hand once again, this time brushing the top of Carla's leg, lingering for a second in the vicinity of Carla's cunt. Carla's pussy juice was flowing wildly again. Maybe she should have put her panties on although they would have been soaked by her madly flowing cunt juice by now. Her clit was swollen and Carla felt it pushing out from its covering sheath. Bab's hand, still pressing against Carla's thigh began moving closer to her cunt. "I think our guest would like a drink," Babs said to the governor. "I do think you are right," the governor said and stood up to move to the sideboard to get the drink. Carla couldn't help but notice that he had a huge erection. Meanwhile, Babs ostentatiously moved her hand from Carla's cunt and brought her finger to her nose, inhaling deeply. She smiled first at her husband and then at Carla. Carla blushed. Obviously, there was going to be some kind of sex soon. Sex with the governor....and his wife? Carla couldn't have wished for anything more. That was politics at its highest level. Carla wondered what form the sex would take? He watching while Carla and his wife did each other? Babs watching while she was fucked by the governor, or sucked his cock? Or would it be a three way? Well, whatever. Carla would find out soon enough. This was a lot sooner than she had thought it would happen, but she was ready. "Professor Needling told us all about you," said the governor, as he brought the drink and gave it to Carla. "He told us that you were one of his very best political science students. He praised your virtues, telling us about your grades, your research, how hard you studied and how much you loved politics." The governor's wife, joined in, "Needling told us that you were fine looking, but he neglected to add just how fine looking, And sexy," Babs once again put her hand under Carla's skirt and against her cunt. Carla blushed again. Carla took a sip of the drink. Although it was a large couch with plenty of room, Babs sat right next to Carla. She was looking at Carla and smiling while her hand stayed at Carla's cunt, rubbing in a slow, sexy motion. Carla took another sip of the drink. She opened her legs a bit to give Babs better access to the now swollen outer lips of her pussy. The governor, sitting opposite, leaned over the better to watch what was happening at Carla's crotch, where, by now Babs had inserted two fingers. Babs parted her knees just a bit more to give the governor a better look. The governor smiled and put his hands on Carla's knees, spreading them just a bit wider again. . Babs said, "Drink up, my dear," and, without any attempt to hide what she was doing, slipped her hand under the couch's cushion and pulled out a large black dildo. It was big and fat, maybe a foot long, as wide as a man's fist. She held it up for all to see. Carla was breathing hard. This was exciting. Her pussy was gushing juice. Babs moved the dildo down. Carla moved her knees even more apart. The governor watched intently. Babs shoved the dildo up to Carla's cunt. Now the governor leaned over closer and he slipped his hand under Carla's dress and under her thighs, sliding his hands forward all the way until they were directly holding on to Carla's hard, round ass. "Carla," asked the governor, "do you know why we invited you to our suite?" Carla was crazy with anticipation. She couldn't wait to be getting it on with these two. Her nipples were hard, her cunt sopping around the invading black dildo, plus, Babs had infiltrated a couple of fingers alongside the dildo in Carla's cunt. Carla was as horny and excited as she had ever been in her life. She let out a soft moan of pleasure. She was so horny that she didn't care exactly what they wanted, she just wanted to get on with it, her moans of pleasure now constant, her mouth open, her eyes heavy with passion and silently pleading for more from the governor and his wife. "Stand up," the governor ordered. Carla stood up. The governor's and Bab's hands remained in her ass and cunt and she looked at each of them, waiting for their next order. She had the moaning under control now, but her pussy was on fire. Her tits were tender, their nipples hard. She was ready alright. "Take off your dress," Babs ordered this time. Carla pulled her dress up and over her head and threw it aside. She was completely naked and open. Her legs were spread in a firm stance. "I want you to suck my cock," said Walker. Carla dropped to her knees, opened the governor's pants and pulled out his long prick. It was big, thick, and engorged, and Carla circled it with her lips, sucking hard, filling her mouth with the long tool. She savored the taste as she sucked and flipped her tongue around his prick, sucking and chewing with her lips until the governor suddenly pulled his prick out. She lunged forward to pull it back into her mouth. She wanted the big reward, the taste of his sweet cum, but he stopped her. The governor looked at Carla. His face radiated a grave sincerity. "Loyalty is what this is all about," he said. Carla, still on her knees, looked up at the governor. Oh, she wanted his cum to splash into her mouth. "We need to know that you are completely loyal to us, that you will do what we say without question." Carla again nodded her head yes. The governor, Walker, smiled at Carla. "Yes, I do think you understand what we mean when we talk about loyalty. He stuck his prick back into her mouth, and, as she sucked mightily, shot his wad into the back of her throat. The next thing Carla knew, she was laying face down on the couch. The governor's dick was back in her mouth. He really was a powerful politician. His prick was getting hard again. Babs continued to push her fingers into Carla's cunt and Carla felt that huge dildo being pushed into her ass by Babs. Carla moaned and began to cum over and over again. Then, suddenly it was Bab's cunt that she was sucking and the dildo was in her cunt and the governor's dick was in her ass. Then the arrangement of dick, cunt and dildo changed again. One second Carla was sucking something madly and the next moment someone was sucking her. For a while, she was being fucked and then she was fucking, the dildo strapped on and she was drilling away, first at Babs and later at Walker until things changed again and then again. For a long time this continued from one combination to another. All three people, the governor, his wife, and Carla were moving and shouting, were moaning and breathing, were coming over and over and over again. Carla had never, never, never come even close to having so many orgasms at one time as she was having now. She never wanted this to stop. She felt the governor once again begin to cum and as he shot his wad she opened her mouth and swallowed every drop. Babs pulled her face from Carla's cunt and began kissing her. Carla, crazy with wanting more, picked up the giant black dildo and began to push it in and out of her in a mad frenzy, faster and deeper, all the time moaning and crying for "more.....more.....I want MORE....please......" Babs took the dildo from Carla's hands, thrust it into Carla's ass, and left it there. The governor sat Carla down. The dildo was pressed deep into her ass and Carla sighed a sigh a deep satisfaction. "I do think that you have what it takes to do well in politics," the governor said. "Very Well," Babs added with a big smile. Carla tried to think about what she had learned in one of her political science course, who had said that "Power was the greatest aphrodisiac." It was H. Kissinger.Carla looked at the two of them and began to smile. Boy, was Kissinger right! For some reason, the dildo stuck in her ass was making her horny. "Do you two want a little more fucking, just for fun this time?" she asked. "We certainly would," the governor said, "but I'm afraid there is much political work to be done. The convention still has some time to run." He stopped for a moment and looked at Carla, "and I know that we can use your talents to further our political ends." As he said that, Babs pulled the dildo out from Carla's behind. Carla clapped her hands. "Oh thank you Walker, and you too Babs, thank you both. I never realized that politics could be so, so, exciting. I'm ready to help in anyway I can. I know that you need people to stuff envelopes and put out yard signs.....I'll be glad to do anything." The governor began to laugh. "My dear young lady," he said, "you can be much more valuable than just being an envelope stuffer." Page 13 "Yes, anything," she said. "We need to check on a few things, but we'll be getting in touch with you very soon. Right now, just get dressed." No sooner then that Carla had slipped on her dress, the door to the suite opened and Victor was there. "Victor will take you to your room," the governor said. A Political Education Ch. 03b As Carla and Victor entered the elevator, Victor looked her over. He looked at her tousled hair and her wrinkled dress. He sniffed in what Carla realized was the overpowering smell of sex that reeked from her. She hoped he didn't notice the streaks of her cunt juice that had run down her leg or the bits of the governor's cum that she had failed to swallow and that were drying, stuck to her chin and throat. Well, she had to admit to herself, he probably did notice. There was a big smirk on his face and he had his hand deep in his pocket and was obviously holding and playing with his giant prick as they rode in the elevator. At least, Carla thought, he wasn't saying anything. They approached her floor and Carla felt relieved. This Victor was so disgusting. She would be glad to be rid of him and back to her room. The door of the elevator opened and she got out. Victor followed her to her room and opened the door for her but didn't follow her in. She closed the door. She needed to clean up and get some sleep, but first she went to her computer. She opened her Political Strategies file and began to type. For the would-be political person: Rule 2 Loyalty and the ability to follow orders unquestionably is vital. Below the message was her name: Carla, followed by three pluses +++ She thought for a minute then added a fourth +. Carl ++++ She considered washing up, but Carla was tired after all the activity at the governor's suite. She pulled the cover back off the bed, kicked off her shoes, removed her dress, and climbed into the bed and under the covers. As she lay there in her bed, Carla remembered the wild sex she had just experienced. A slow smile appeared on her face. She could still taste the governor's cum on her tongue. The smell of the governor's wife's cunt juice wafted up to Carla's nose from her still wet lips. Wild it had been. And great. Carla tried to recall how many times she had had an orgasm, but after she counted up 14 she stopped and tried to think of which of her orgasms had been the best. They had all been great! She just closed her eyes, lay back and enjoyed inhaling the smells of dried cum, her own and Bab's cunt juice and all three of their (the governor, Babs and Carla's) sex and sweat smells. Her lips turned up into a happy smile, and as Carla remembered again, fucking and being fucked by the governor and Babs, she felt the contented smile grow larger. Politics was even greater than she had thought it could be. Certainly, she had made the right choice when she had decided that politics would be her career. Still content, still smiling, Carla began to gently massage her clit until, gradually, she fell asleep and began to dream. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Carla's breathed slow and evenly. The smells that so excited her lulled her into a quiet, slow breathing and gentle sleep. The dream was quiet too. In it, Carla felt comfortable and warm. She was having sex, but the person with whom she was fucking, wasn't distinct, just his weight atop of her and, more clearly, his huge organ. The prick that entered her cunt in the dream was BIG, at least 12 inches long and wide---as wide as her fist. Carla breathed slowly as the big shaft gently entered her vagina, slowly slipping its way in until it was completely in her, far into her vagina, deep into her body, butting against her cervix, slowly moving in and nearly out and in again, each time as deep as possible, each time it was thrust slowly to its extreme length, Carla's pubic bone and her fucking partner's bone met and grinded against each other. The slow, deep fucking was accompanied by a steady moan of pleasure from her lips. Her moans and the smells of sex filling Carla's world, were the only sensation she was aware of while unconsciously her hand fingered her clit until, finally, her body shook in one vast all thrilling, completely filling orgasm and she fell into a deep, quiet and restful sleep, the sleep of the just. Carla awoke refreshed and full of vigor. She was happy. She had known that a career in politics was what she wanted, but she hadn't known that politics could be as exciting as it was, as fulfilling, as wonderful. Or, so much fun! Carla once again put her head beneath the covers to take another whiff of the still. powerful smell of sex that permeated the sheets when her telephone rang. She jumped to answer it. "Hello, this is Carla Wrove," she said. "Ms. Wrove, this is the governor." Carla's cunt began to quiver, her clit swell, her pussy moisten. "Oh Mr. Governor," she said. "Ms. Wrove. Babs and I have a bit of a task for you." Carla came!!!!! A sound,"eeeeyagaaa," escaped from her lips. "What was that you said?" "Oh, nothing, your honor," said Carla, quickly recovering, "I was just trying to say that I would be delighted to perform a task for you." She was thinking of his large prick, Bab's glistening, hair-covered hole of a cunt. She was so hot. Her cunt juices were flowing. She needed to be fucked. Carla quickly thrust two, three, then four fingers as deep as she could into her sopping wet slit of a cunt and began to swirl them around while her thumb caressed her clitoris. She was about to let a loud moan escape from her lips when the governor's voice sounded from the phone. "The task we have decided to give you a chance to fulfill for us, is a delicate one," the governor said. He continued, "but it is a very important one." Carla had eased the pressure in her cunt and was now only gently pushing her thumb against her cunt. "Oh, um, yes." She uttered. "Are you alright?" said the governor. "Yes, yes, I am," Carla answered. Oh, she was so hot. Never had she thought that politics could be this exciting. The governor, and he wanted her for a delicate, an important task. Pussy juice flowed from her vagina, soaked through to the inside of her legs, seeped down to the curve of her butt and to the brown skin at the entrance to her anus. "You sound a little distant," said the governor. She MUST get a hold of herself, Carla thought. She stopped massaging the tip of her engorged clitoris. "Governor," she said, "I am a huge admirer of you and your wife. I am ready. Please tell me what it is you need for me to do." She breathed deeply, trying to calm her raging libidinous urges. The governor's voice came clearly over the phone, "The task involves Swift Branchbaum. You know, Branchbaum, the radio commentator. He speaks to millions of people through his show everyday, and he is here at the hotel right now, gathering information for his next broadcast." Carla removed her fingers from her vagina and ass. Her sex spots began to dry out. She had seen pictures of Branchbaum. Soft, fat, thinning hair, a real fuzz ball. She had, of course, heard him on the radio occasionally. A total blowhard, boring. Carla was pretty sure that he was a lousy fuck. But, well, he was listened to and feared by all the members of the party who begged for his praise and feared his criticism. Carla wondered what sort of task the governor had in mind for her in connection with Branchbaum. She pressed the telephone close to her ear and listened to what the governor had to say. This would be her first big test for the governor, She was determined to succeed. Page 17 "Mr. Branchbaum has decided to do a broadcast about our state's progress under the party's leadership, how we have defeated the other party's candidates, and we thought that you, Carla, would be just the person to speak with him. Professor Needling told us about your expertise concerning the politics of this state, how brilliant your thesis is. We spoke to Branchbaum and told him we would send you over to his room to provide him with information he could use. Victor will be along in a while to take you to see the broadcaster." Carla sighed. "Oh thank you governor for the confidence you've shown in me. I will do my best." Carla wondered about whether she would have to fuck Branchbaum. She was sure that he was one of those guys who didn't perform without Viagra or some killer drug for sex. All she needed, she thought, was the Viagra to get him started, she would do the rest. There was a knock on the door. The door opened. Carla saw Victor enter the room. She turned to face him. She wondered why the governor put so much trust in this handyman. His clothes were dirty, his hair filthy, he smelled bad. Ugh. Carla guessed that at least he was loyal to the governor, and she knew that the governor prized loyalty above all other qualities. Suddenly, Carla saw Victor pull something from his pocket. It was a pair of thick white cotton panties. "Put this on!" he commanded and Carla wasn't sure but she thought she heard him mouth the word 'slut.' "Mr. Branchbaum likes his women to wear white cotton panties." Victor added. Victor threw the panties to Carla. She caught them and started to put them on, realizing as she did that, first, the panties were wet, soaked through at the crotch, and, second, that they smelled strongly of cunt juice. She almost believed it was her own cunt smell that the panties were soaked in, but that couldn't be. "Oh, I should wash up first," Carla said. Victor made a FACE. "No need to wash. Branchbaum won't know the difference. Just put those panties on." Victor went to the door and opened it. Carla followed him into the hallway. Swift Branchbaum, Carla thought. She had better do a good job. He was major. She had listened to his broadcasts, tough talking, give no quarter assaults on his political enemies. He certainly talked a good game: "Quick with the quip," was his standard line. . "The one and only," was his line when a listener called in to the show and mentioned how blessed thelistener was to be talking with Swift. Those listeners greeted him with, "Copy you to the T." One of Branchbaum's political foes referred to him in the title of a book as, "The Fat Boy of Flatulent Noise." This time Victor didn't take the elevator. Instead, he opened the door to the stairwell. Carla followed him into the stairwell and they climbed two flights. When they reached Branchbaum's floor, Victor knocked on the door and then disappeared. Carla waited. Finally the door opened and there he was, Swift Branchbaum himself. "Ah....Come in. You must be the young lady the Governor told me he would send to explain the new laws he wants to enact," intoned Branchbaum. "Please, do come in." Carla entered his suite. "I am so pleased to meet you," he said. Carla approached the couch and sat down. She looked around the room. On the table next to the couch she saw a large replica of a microphone. "Oh, I see that you are looking at the microphone." He pointed at it. "It's a copy of the real silver microphone I speak into during my broadcasts, a symbol of the 'Superiority in Announcing' award I gave....I received several years ago. You have heard about it on one of the three thousand radio stations I am broadcast over every weekday." Carla wasn't sure what to say. "I copy you to a T," she finally blurted out. Branchbaum beamed. He sat down opposite her. Carla decided to move things along. She parted her legs slightly, just enough to give Branchbaum a look at her pussy soaked panties. "The Governor asked me to help you understand the nuances of our party platform, to answer any questions you might have about it," she said. "Yes, ahem, nuances," Birchbaum muttered, his eyes were transfixed, staring at the space between her legs where the panties were boldly bared to his vision. "The governor," Branchbaum tried to continue, but, his eyes glued to the sight of Carla's panties, he just stared and seemed unable to continue his thought. He was just going to goggle at her underwear, but Carla didn't care. She was sure feeling sexy. Politically, Birchbaum offered the governor a chance to influence millions of people. When he backed a cause, people listened. So," Carla," she said to herself, "get to it!" The announcer seemed mesmerized. He couldn't stop staring at her white, pussy- juice-soaked panties. She parted her legs just a trifle more. Branchbaum began to sweat. "You know that I'm a great golfer," he suddenly blurted out. "Why, I shot an 69 at Pebble Beach last week." "I copy you to a T," Carla responded, She parted her legs another half inch or so. Branchbaum couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of her panties. And then, the smell of the pussy juice soaked panties reached him. Carla saw Branchbaum's face redden as he began to inhale the pungent odor,. Carla realized that she had him. She would soon have the great Swift Branchbaum eating out of her hands.....well, maybe not out of her hands. She parted her legs another inch. He was drooling. He couldn't move his eyes away from her cum soaked thick white panties. Carla was enjoying the power she had. She realized that Branchbaum would soon be in her power. She imagined his mouth on her clit, his tongue pushing. Oh, what a slut she was; but wasn't all politics about being a slut? She couldn't wait to feel his tongue slide up and down her slit, over her clit, into her soaking wet cunt. She parted her legs another half inch. She heard a gasp escape from Birchbaum's lips. "The party's platform is divided into three parts, the judicial, executive, and representative sections," Carla began to explain to the drooling Branchbaum. Suddenly he leapt from his chair, his fat jowls jiggling, and knelt in front of Carla. "Fuck the platform." He blurted out and pushed Carla's skirt all the way up, thrusting his face between her thighs. "Did you wish for me to explain the role just of the executive?" she said. "Fuck the executive. Your cum soaked panties. They're disgusting. I must take them off." Branchbaum, his nose still buried in the panties, began to pull them down Carla's thighs. His nose remained buried in the folds of the panties. Carla was able to make out his voice muffled by the underwear, "Disgusting," he said. He dropped the panties to the floor and thrust his face back between her legs, his nose now pressing against the slightly parted lips of her cunt. "The smell is decadent," he said, inhaling deeply. Carla put her hand on top of his bald head. "You are a bad girl," he said. His voice muffled from between her legs. "I am a bad girl," said Carla. "Yes, you are," he said, "Copy you to a T," Carla replied and parted her legs more. "I should give you a good spanking," he muttered. "Whatever," she said, "But I won't. I am going to keep your panties as punishment," he said. He grabbed the smelly, wet underwear and put it in his pocket. He stood up. "Look at what you've done," he blurted out. He pulled down the zipper of his pants and grabbed his penis. Carla could hardly see the tool, it was tiny and disappeared beneath the folds of his fat stomach. "Look at what you have done," he repeated. Holding his prick between his thumb and forefinger, he began to yank it back and forth. A dot of cum appeared from its tip. Branchbaum uttered a short yelp. "My precious fluid. I must retain it. It is what gives my voice its depth, its power, its resonance. I will keep it." He took Carla's panties from his pocket and wiped the drop of cum from the tip of his penis unto the cum soaked panties. "Mr. Branchbaum, Your broadcasts are so wonderful. I am honored." "I want," he said. "You must leave," he said. "I need to begin planning my next broadcast. I must do my preparation!" He held onto his tiny prick with two fingers and continued to pull it up and down. "Copy you to a T," Carla replied. "Your lesson about the party's position was very helpful," he said to Carla as he pushed her to the door of his suite. "I'm going to call the governor later to report on how well you performed your tutoring exercise. Carla stood at the door. "Goodbye," she said. She guessed that she had done her job well as far as Branchbaum was concerned. He was still holding his prick. He was holding the panties in her other hand and bringing it up to his nose. "You can leave now," he said. "I need to smell....I need to dispose of your filthy panties. Don't worry. I know it was just my overwhelming presence that caused these panties to get so wet. It wasn't your fault." He said, "I copy you to T," Carla said and left the room. "Whew," she thought. "How weird." Suddenly she noticed Victor. He was standing a few feet away from the door. "Follow me," he said. Carla wondered whether he had been waiting there all the time, but she followed him down the hall. He led her to the staircase, and they began to walk down the stairs. She could feel him staring at her ass as he followed her on the stairs. She tried to keep her rounded glutes from jiggling too much. At the first turn of the stairs, he suddenly stopped Carla and pushed her so that her back was pressed against the wall. Victor then faced her and pushed his hips against hers. Carla felt the tip of his enormous prick press against her cunt. He was wearing his overalls. She was wearing her dress though she was not wearing any panties, but she could feel his prick through the material as it pressed against her pussy. It was hard. She felt it push against the slightly parted outer lips of her cunt. It was so hard. It was soooo hard......and sooooo big. Carla was trapped between the wall at her back and Victor's body facing hers. His hips pushed even harder against her groin. His huge prick pushed the material of her dress into the gap created by the parted lips of her cunt. Carla could hardly breathe. Victor's bloodshot eyes were staring at hers. He didn't say anything. The pressure of his giant joint pushing against her cunt increased. She felt her pussy juice beginning to flow. The pressure grew greater. She felt her clit begin to swell. He pushed harder. She began to breath deeply. Her mouth opened. Her Cunt was on fire. Her whole body suddenly craved fucking. But Victor said nothing. He just continued the pressure of his prick against her cunt. She wanted more! She wanted his prick in her cunt. She wanted to drop down to her knees, open his fly, pull out that big, hard prick and take it into her mouth and suck it and suck it until he shot his cum into the back of her throat. But he just stayed there, pushing his cock against her cunt. She needed his prick in her. Her whole was shaking, her clit swollen, her pussy juice flowing. Her whole being was centered at the spot where Victor's gigantic prick pressed against her cunt. Everything else was a blur. She wanted to beg Victor to fuck her, please, please. She would do anything, anything for his prick to be in her. In her ass. In her mouth. In Her cunt. Anywhere. Anything. She felt the pussy juice gushing. She could feel it slowly flow down the inside of her leg. Then he stepped away from her. Still, he said nothing. He just pointed up the stairs, directing her to continue to the next floor. She wanted to stay here, suck his cock, get fucked by him, but, still in a daze, she followed his direction. At the next floor, he opened the entry and led her down the hall to a room. He opened the door and pushed her int. She wondered whether here was where he was finally going to fuck her. She wondered if here was where he was going to shove that big, big prick of his into her hungry wet cunt. But he didn't follow her into the room. Instead, as she heard to door shut behind her, Carla saw Babs Standing there. The governor's wife addressed Carla, "We need to talk," she said. "Did I do something wrong?" asked Carla. "Not at all. But we do need to speak. The governor and I are, as a matter of fact, very pleased with you. We, both of us, think you have what it takes to go far in politics." "Oh, Babs, I am so pleased to hear that," said Carla, "I was afraid you wouldn't be happy with the fact that I didn't get Branchbaum to endorse the governor's platform." A Political Education Ch. 03b Babs laughed, "Oh, that big fat idiot, don't worry about him at all. We have enough on him so that he does whatever we want him to do. You don't think that it's just wet panties that gets him off. What if I told you little girls in third world countries?" Carla expressed amazement at the revelation. "Oh, yes," said Babs, "and we have plenty of tape to prove it if necessary. Branchbaum is in our pocket. We sent you to see him because we wanted to keep him happy and get a little more on him at the same time. But I didn't get you here to discuss Branchbaum and his silver microphone. "My husband," Babs continued, "thinks you can be a valuable member of our team, a very valuable member. We looked at your computer while you were asleep. By the way, you looked real good asleep with your fingers in your pussy. " The 'Rules of Politics' section was very interesting. The governor and I thought your ideas about taking care of the base and about loyalty were cogent and to the point. It was precise, and it proves you really are interested in doing well in politics." "I am. I am," Carla replied. Babs continued, "I am sure that your thoughts about Branchbaum are as interesting as the other ideas," Carla was so happy listening to Bab's praise. This was too exciting. "In politics, always make sure the media is on your side," Carla said. She began to giggle, "And make sure you are wearing panties," she added. "Speaking of panties," Babs said, "take yours off." "Oh, but I'm not wearing any," said Carla, "Branchbaum has them." "Give me a look," said Babs."You know, it isn't just the platform. People think that politics is a man's game, but we women are getting into it too, and we need to cooperate with each other. We need to make sure that women are a big part of the game. We need to take care of each other too." "Yes, yes." Carla replied. Oh, yes. Take care. Carla was all for that. "Alright, take your clothes off," said Babs. "Of course," Carla smiled. She was really getting into politics. This time into special interest politics. She pulled her dress over her head. She was completely nude, "You still got cum from our last session all over your legs. You smell of sex and sweat," Babs said. "Just the way I like it. You are one very hot babe." Babs took off her dress. They looked at each others naked bodies. Carla had forgotten how hot Babs was. Carla wondered what was next. She found out quickly. Babs pushed her down on the bed. The next thing Carla knew, she was laying on the bed and Babs was laying on top of her, and their pubic bone were mashed together and the two of them were grinding their cunts hard as they could against each other. "Interest groups," Babs was saying, "Interest groups are how to build coalitions and interest groups based on sex are very important." Carla loved politics. She pressed her body against Babs's "You aren't a lesbian?" Babs asked. "Oh no, M'am," Carla answered, "straight as all get out," and she immediately kissed Babs's lips and slid her body slowly down under the sheets, stopping to kiss Babs's neck, boobs, stomach , all the way down to Babs's hairy pussy. Babs's cunt smelled good and Carla ran her tongue along the now parted slit of Babs's pussy. She pushed her tongue past the crack and began to drink in Babs's pussy juice. It tasted so good. Carla was really involved now and began to manipulate Babs's clitoris with her finger while her tongue pushed deeper into her cunt. Above her, Carla could hear Babs steady moans and cries of "Yes," and "harder." Carla pushed a finger into Babs's anal hole, all the while sucking her clit and tonguing her cunt. She delved deeper, sucked harder, and drank in the pussy juice. Babs began a wild bucking motion with her hips. She put her hands on Carla's head and pushed Carla's face harder into her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes!" she shouted. Carla's nose pressed against Babs's clit, her tongue was deeper into the gash of her cunt, a finger reaching for Babs's cervix, her other finger deep into Babs's ass hole. "Harder, bitch," Babs screamed. The cunt juice was gushing into Carla's mouth. She swallowed all that she could. "Yes, yes," Babs shouted again and then, with a final shudder, Babs's body exploded into a huge orgasm. Carla moved up from under the sheets and looked at Babs. She wondered if Babs would now return the favor. Carla's pussy was still soaked from her encounter on the stairs with Victor. The insides of her legs were still smeared with pussy juice and cum from her earlier meeting with the governor and Babs. And now, Carla's face was a total swamp of slime and goo and even a bit of piss from Babs's throbbing cunt. Carla loved the feel, adored the smell, and gloried in the excitement. Babs sat up. "Not bad for a totally straight gal." Carla giggled, "Well, I guess there is some lesbian in me. The woman's movement, you know." Babs got up from the bed. "There is still a lot of work to do in this convention, and I think you will be able to contribute a great deal to the cause." Babs began to put on her clothes. "You need to get dressed now," she said to Carla. "Get back to your room and get ready for a little job we need to get done. Rest up. Clean yourself. We'll be getting in touch later." Babs left the room. Carla pulled her dress over her head and stood up. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess. Her legs were smeared with cum and cunt juice. Her face reeked with the odor of Babs's cum. She looked as if she had just emerged from a gangbang. She felt like she had just been gangbanged. She smelled as if she had just been gangbanged. Carla wondered if Victor was going to take care of her needy cunt. But that was not to be. "Follow me," he muttered after looking her. "Slut." Again, he led her to the stairs. She hoped that he would press her against the wall there, but, this time, fuck her hard. Carla pressed her back against the wall and thrust out her hips. She opened her arms and pressed them against the wall to give Victor access to her body. Victor just looked at her. "No time for that," he said, "slut." She followed him down a light of stairs, into the corridor and back to her room. Alone in her room now, Carla quickly went to her computer and typed in her new rules for politics. Take care of the media, and make sure you have the backing of a movement group, the women's movement in this case. Then she collapsed onto the bed. She thought of masturbating but decided instead she needed her rest and that she would let her sex rest for a while so that she would be ready and fresh later. She closed her eyes and almost immediately fell asleep. Carla Wrove slept the sleep of the just. A Political Education Ch. 04 Carla woke up, shook her head, blinked her eyes and thought about where she was. Then she remembered that she was at the political convention. She looked down, saw all the dried stuff on her legs, and remembered Babs, and Branchbaum, the governor, Professor Needling. She smiled. It had certainly been a busy time. Anyway, she had better spruce up and get ready for what promised to be another busy day. So Carla jumped up and went into the shower. She was glad for all the soap and shampoo that was there. She had a lot of cleaning up to do. When Carla reentered the sitting room from the shower, she flipped on the television set. The station was showing the convention. As she dried off, Carla watched the picture of the convention floor and the people in their funny hats milling around while speeches were going on in the background. She was on the treadmill the hotel had provided when the television scene switched to an announcer talking about the crucial vote coming up on amending the party constitution. He was saying that it was the votes of the delegation from Sholeesa that would decide the issue. The screen switched again to show a picture of the Sholeesa Six. They were some tough looking guys. They were the only delegation who had not as yet said which side they would support. Carla looked the delegation over. The guy in the middle, there, looked really sexy. And a couple of them looked like real wise guys, happy that their votes were so important. The scene switched to show someone in the middle of a boring speech, and Carla began to get dressed. She wanted to be ready if the governor called. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx When the call finally came, Carla jumped out of the seat she was at and grabbed the phone. "Hello," she said. "Ms. Wrove, this is the governor," she heard. "Oh yes, sir," she said, "I'm so happy to hear from you." Carla felt her stomach churning. Politics was too exciting. She felt the walls of her pussy wetting. But she immediately sat up straighter. Politics was also serious business and she needed to have all her wits about her as she readied herself for her next task, whatever the governor asked her to do. "Ms. Wrove, the party, errr, me, my wife and I, we have a task that we do believe you could perform for us today." "Oh, thank you," Carla replied, "I am so anxious to be of help to you and the party and to continue learning all the inside stuff about politics." "The joy involves something in the nature of spying," the governor continued. Her nipples got hard and began to tingle with excitement. "Oh, your honor, governor, I mean, Walker," she said, remembering that he had asked her to use his first name, "This is all so thrilling." Now, her clit and cunny were on fire too. Spying like James Bond or Jackie Chan. She could not believe how exciting politics could be. "And I would be glad to perform the job for you." "Good," came the reply from the governor. "Come on up to my suite and we'll discuss the problem we are having and see what you might be able to do to assist in the matter. Victor will we at your door in a minute to bring you up here." "I'll be ready, and thank you," said Carla as she heard the door to her room opening. It was Victor. She stood up and followed him out of the room and to the elevator. When they got to the governor's suite, Victor knocked on the door and then disappeared. The door opened and Carla entered. "So nice to see you again," Carla was greeted by the governor. "Do come in." He escorted her to the large couch where his wife, Babs, was already sitting. After Carla sat down next to Babs, the governor began talking. "You have no doubt heard about the delegation from Sholeesa," the governor said. "Oh, yes," Carla said, "I saw them on the television. They seemed to be a fairly rough bunch." "They are," said the governor." Babs explained for him, "they grabbed their place in the convention with some strong arm tactics and trickery back home." The governor continued, "We didn't have an opportunity to find out much about them, what their aims are, what they want, how they will vote on the platform. And now their vote has become vital. The delegation has refused to tell us of their plans. The haven't told the media anything." "It is imperative that we get good information about their intentions so that we can make adjustments in our plans," Babs added for her husband. Carla's eyes were agog. They were involving her in politics' most important part, deal making. She couldn't believe how lucky she was. "I will do anything, anything to help," she said. "Just tell me what you want me to do." The governor smiled widely. "We, Babs and I, do admire your enthusiasm very much. We do believe you can do it. The leader of the Sholeesa delegation, Manny Omega Turner, has been playing his cards very close to the vest. Right now, he's at a meeting with our nemesis, the Attorney General. We know that Turner isn't telling the Attorney General anything, but we think that right now is the best time for us to find out the delegation's plans. We have bugged the A.G.'s suite, so we'll know when Turner will be leaving there. When the time he leaves comes, we'll fix it so that you can accidentally meet him." "Oh, I can say that I'm a student of political science at the college and would like to interview him," Carla said. "Great idea," the governor responded. "It just might work. You wait here until we find out that Turner is leaving his meeting. Talk with my wife meanwhile, I have to make some phone calls." The governor got up and went to the other room. Babs and Carla were now alone in the room. Babs put her hand on Carla's knee. "The governor and I are sure that you will do the job. Oh, and by the way, I did tell him all about our 'women's power' meeting last night." Carla blushed. "No reason to be embarrassed," said Babs, "He was quite happy to hear the details. As a matter of fact, he would like to enjoy participating in another get-together, or maybe even just have a private 'power meeting' with just you." Carla smiled as Babs patted her knee. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have gotten so close to you both, how you have begun to trust me," Carla said. But she stopped speaking as she heard a knock on the door and the door opened. It was Victor, and he nodded to Babs. "That's it," Babs said to Carla, "Turner is getting ready to leave. Victor will arrange for you to meet him. You can go now." Page 30 "I'm ready and I will do my best. Don't worry," said Carla as she stood and went to the door. A Political Education Ch. 05 As Carla and Victor walked into the corridor on the floor where the Sholeesa delegation was staying, Carla noticed a bunch of guys standing in the hallway in front of one of the hotel rooms. She recognized them as the same group she had seen on television earlier, the Sholeesa delegation. Close up, they looked even tougher than they had looked on television. A couple of them were smoking cigars even though this was a no smoking hotel. As she and Victor walked by the group, the delegation guys made some lewd comments. They looked at her up and down and snickered. After she and Victor passed the group and turned the corner of the corridor, Victor told her that Manny Omega Turner, the group's leader, had not been among the men in front of the hotel room, so she should wait for him. He would be up in just a few minutes. Then Victor disappeared and Carla was in the corridor all alone. She looked back into the main corridor and saw that the delegation group had gone into their room. After a few moments, the elevator door opened and Manny Turner walked out. Here goes, Carla said to herself and approached Turner. "Pardon me," she said, "but aren't you Manny Turner?" "And who is asking?" Turner replied. "Oh, my name is Carla Wrove," Carla said, "and I am a student of political science at the university. I am studying politics here at the convention, and I thought that an interview with a delegation leader, someone like yourself, would be really informative." "This interview isn't because of the upcoming vote on the platform, is it?" Turner said. Carla blushed, "I don't know why you would say that. I saw you and your delegation on television. You guys seemed to know a lot about politics." Turner stared at Carla for what seemed to be at least a half minute. "How did you know where our room was?" Carla thought for a second. "Oh, I asked one of the hotel employees, a handyman, Victor was his name, and he told me. He said that probably you would be glad to be interviewed." "He said that, did he," Turner said. "Well, if Victor said it, it must be true. Ok, let's step into my room and we'll do our interview." He opened his door, and Carla followed him into the room. The door to the adjoining room was open and Carla noticed the other member of the delegation there. They were still smoking their cigars and were sitting around a table playing cards. Carla sat down opposite Turner. "You wanted an interview, but you don't have anything to write on. You don't even have a pen or pencil," he said. "Oh, I'll remember the important things. Really, I just want to find out something about how politics works." "Ok, ask away." Carla wasn't ready. She didn't really have any questions prepared. She just looked at the delegation leader and smiled. "No questions," he said. "You sure you aren't here to find out how we plan to vote on the platform issue tomorrow?" Carla blushed. This wasn't going too well. "Oh no, of course not," she said, "I'm just a college student in the graduate program and I want to learn about politics so that someday maybe I can get involved." "Strand up," Turner suddenly commanded. Carla stood. "Over here," he said, pointing to a spot in front of where he was sitting. Carla moved to the spot he had indicated. As she stood there, Turner just looked at her. He then stood up too, standing just a few inches from her. "You really just a college girl trying to find out about politics?" he asked. Carla nodded. "I was wondering," Turner said, "because I saw you walking out of the governor's suite last night." Carla didn't know what to say. She was beginning to be afraid that she had blown her chance to find out about the delegation's vote. "When I saw you leaving the governor's suite, you looked like you had been really busy in there, very busy." Carla gulped. She noticed, too, that Turner had a hard on. "Why do I believe you are here spying for the governor?" he said. "I don't know why," she replied. "Because you look kind of suspicious. Turn around," he suddenly told Carla. She turned around. She felt his hands on her shoulders. They began moving down to her waist, around to her stomach and then up towards her breasts. His hands cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them. He moved a little closer and Carla felt his prick pushing through his pants and against her ass. In spite of herself, she began to feel a little horny. She was a spy, after all, and sex was part of the spying game she thought. And spying, she realized, was a real turn on. "I'm checking to see if you are wearing a recording device," he said. He turned Carla around so that she was facing him. He lifted her skirt and put his hands between her legs, touching her cunt. "No recording device there either. But, what do you know," he added, "you seem to be wet there. Pussy juice flowing?" Carla thought that maybe she could use where this was obviously going to her advantage. Maybe she could get his mind off of the idea that she was a spy. She looked down and saw that, if anything, that his hard on had grown. She thought that she ought to let it look as if sex was his idea. Carla knew that that was the way politics worked, let the other side think that the idea you wanted to happen came from the other side. He had mentioned the platform vote twice now. She hadn't mentioned it even once. Obviously it was on his mind. Maybe he planned to use it as a bargaining chip. He was a man, so Carla thought that he might want to use it to bargain for sex. He wasn't too bad looking. And he was obviously well hung. She guessed it wasn't such a bad idea. Carla felt her pussy juice flowing, her nipples hardening, and her clit swelling. Then she looked down and saw that Manny Turner's erection had grown even larger and was poking through his pants like a steel rod. She decided she might as well seize the moment. She sat down opposite Turner and spread her knees just enough to give him a view of her now pussy-juice-wet panties. Turner seemed unable to avert his gaze from her crotch. His hard on had grown and was threatening to rip through his pants. She wanted to reach out her hand, unzip his fly and grab his prick. But she had to let it all seem as if sex was his idea. She looked at Turner. "What first got you interested in politics?" she asked. He didn't answer. He continued to stare at the space between her knees. "Fuck what first got me interested in politics," he said. "spread those legs of yours a bit more." Carla decided to act a bit shocked. "What?" she said. "You heard me. Spread those legs. Don't you think I could see you looking at my hard on." He took her hand and placed it against where his prick was poking against his pants. "Oh you, you're so big. Oh, I don't know." Turner opened the zipper of his pants. Out poked his fuck stick. No wonder he was the leader of his delegation. It was very big. "Mr. Turner," she said. "Come on, admit it. You came up to meet me so that you could find out how the delegation is planning to vote on the platform tomorrow." "Mr. Turner, you're taking me for a spy." Aren't you?" "I'm just an innocent college girl." Turner didn't say anything. Instead he took her hand and put it around his huge prick. Carla did the best thing she could think of to do. She closed her hand and began gently to massage his tool in an up and down motion. "You mustn't think that I am a spy." She looked him in the eye. "You don't want to find out about our vote?" "Well, I am a bit curious." Carla continued manipulating his prick. "Now we are beginning to make some progress," he said. "No, don't stop jacking me off," he added. "I talk more when I'm feeling good." Carla held his prick a little tighter and continued her wanking motion of his tool. He was nice and big there. She wondered if she maybe ought to wank harder or perhaps take his tool into her mouth. Let it seem to be his choice, she thought to herself. But the purple head of his shaft sure did seem inviting. "About the vote tomorrow," he said. "Yes?" Carla said. "Keep it up," Turner said, "don't stop. You got the knack for this. Your hands are nice and soft. But, you know, my prick needs a some lubrication." "Oh," Carla said. "Put it in your mouth," he ordered. "Allright," she said. "About the vote tomorrow," she added just before she bent over, got on her knees in front of him and took the head of his penis into her mouth as she continued jerking him off. "About the vote tomorrow," she said after a few deep gulps of his pulsing prick, "that's tomorrow, right now there's other things need to be taken care of," and she shoved her lips down onto his cock and swallowed it deep into the back of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the underside of his shaft. Her lips held him tight. One hand cradled his balls. Her other hand held tight to the base of his cock. Carla figured that he would come through with the information about the vote soon enough. Meanwhile, however, his big instrument was sure tasty in her mouth. Not only was being in politics and being a spy exciting, so was the actual sex of politics. Sucking Turner's big cock was certainly good fun, but Carla figured even more fun soon, when his big prick would slide into and begin to pound her throbbing cunt. Finally, Turner pulled his prick from Carla's mouth. She stepped out of her panties, pulled her skirt up to just under her tits, and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide with her heels up in the air. Turner stood between her spread legs, his prick at attention. He smiled, "you sure you just a college girl, no spy." "Just a college girl," she said, "now fuck me." Manny Ortega Turner was happy to comply with Carla's request. His prick slid easily into her juice soaked cunt and he began to pound into her deeply as she grunted loud groans of pleasure. This was goooooood, thought Carla as she wrapped her legs around Turner's body and called out for him to, "Fuck me faster, fuck me harder." As he slammed his prick deep into the dank-dark red- dampness of her passionate cunt, Carla noticed the cigar smoking tough looking other members of the delegation peering into the room through the open door. But she was too caught up in the pleasure of the moment. Let 'em look, she thought and she pounded her cunt back up against Turner's crotch in rhythm to match his hard stroking. "Hey you guys, shut the door," said Manny Turner to the guys looking in through the open door, "Maybe you'll get your chance later." Carla wondered what he meant about chance and later. But right now, she was too busy slamming her cunt against his prick, jamming it deeper and deeper into the eager swell of her hungry sex. She continued her groaning and wild thrusting until, at last, she felt her climax grow and felt her clit throb and a huge orgasm explode just as Turner came too. "Just a college girl? Huh?" Turner said. "Just a college girl," she smiled back at him. "They must have real good courses on how to fuck at the school." Carla laughed. She wondered how to get him back to the subject of tomorrow's vote. But, before she could think of a way to begin talking about the platform vote, Turner saved her the trouble. "You're a great lobbyist," he said. "I guess I can tell you that I'm going to cast my vote like the governor wants. I'm going to call him in a few minutes to tell him that I've decided and that he's got my vote." Turner smiled at Carla, "And don't you worry, I am going to tell him how it was your convincing performance and arguments that got me to make up my mind and vote his way." "Oh, Mr. Turner, Manny, I mean Manny Omega, Mr. Turner, thank you. That is such wonderful news," Carla said. She reached down for his prick, ready to reward him with at least a blow job. But Turner shook his head. "No more sex right now," he said. "I've got a meeting coming up, right after I call the governor and report on my decision and on your excellent work." Carla reluctantly took her hand away from Turner's cock. "I do have to tell you," Turner added, "that the rest of my delegation, the guys in the adjoining room, haven't made up their minds about the vote. But, you know, they won't be too hard to convince how to vote. They've been too busy drinking and playing cards to even begin thinking about the vote." Turner noticed a bit of disappointment on Carla's face. "Hey, don't worry. The guys will come around. If there is no other way to get them to vote your way, you can probably get them to vote your way by winning their votes in a card game. They're lousy card players, and if you play your cards right with them, you will get their votes." Getting Turner's vote hadn't been too difficult, Carla thought to herself, getting the votes of the card players in the next room shouldn't be that much harder. She reached for his cock again, pursing her lips, "just a little blow job as a reward for your being so nice and helpful?" she asked. Again he turned her down. "I do have to call the governor," he said. "And I do have a meeting right after that." "Well, it was nice," she said. And Carla began to get dressed in preparation for meeting with the rest of the delegation about their votes. "You should go very far in politics," Turner told her, "You know what you are doing, you know how to do it, and, most importantly, you don't make demands when you can get what you want by letting the people you are dealing with come to their own decisions by themselves." Carla blushed. He had figured out her tactics. But, apparently, there had been problem. "Power to the people," she pumped her fist into the air. "But, I had better be off. Got to go next door and see about those other votes," she added as she opened the door and stepped into the adjoining room. A Political Education Ch. 06 The members of the Sholeesa delegation were there alright. All six of them were sitting around the card table. Dirty coffee cups, half-empty whiskey bottles and filled ash trays covered the table. They were smoking cigars and holding cards in their hands. Money sat in a pile in the center of the table. The players looked up as Carla entered the room and moved towards the card table. "Can another player join the game?" she said. "You betcha," said one of the players, a well built, unshaven guy wearing a wife-beater t-shirt. "Yeah, take a seat," said another of the men as he patted the empty seat next to his. "We been playing for money, but that is getting boring," said a third guy who looked as if he hadn't washed his hair in a couple of weeks. "We just decided that we were going to play strip poker instead." "Yep, we sure did decide that just now. Strip poker that's what we said," said a fourth player, a guy with a big wise-guy smile on his face. "Hey, I'm game," said Carla as she took a seat at the table. "Ante up," said one of the players, a guy with tattoos up both arms. Carla took one of her shoes off and put it on the table. The guy with the tattoos dealt the cards. Three quarters of an hour later, all of the players except for Carla were buck naked. Carla was completely dressed. In front of her was a pile of the Sholeesa delegation's clothing, shirts, shoes, pants, even their dirty underwear. She looked the group over. Hairy, tattooed, unwashed, unshaved and sweaty, they looked to be a sorry sight. Two of them had hardons. The deck of cards was in front of Carla. It was her turn to deal. "What are you going to bet?" she said to the players around the table. "Shit, none of us aint got nothing left to bet with," said the guy with the unwashed head of hair. Carla thought that this was as good a time as any. She shoved all of the clothes from in front of her onto the middle of the table. "I'll put up all of your clothes," she said. "Yeah, big deal" said the shortest guy of the group, one with a semi hardon, "the way you playing, we got no chance anyway." "And what do we have to put up?" the guy with the tattoos asked. "How about your votes?" Carla replied. "Mr. Turner told me you hadn't as yet made up your mind about your vote." This game was becoming more than just a little exciting. The big, tough looking guy, the guy with all the tattoos had a really big prick. It was only semi-hard right now, but Carla figured it would be not only big and long, but extremely thick as well. She wondered if it would taste as yummy as it looked. She could feel her clit getting hard. The player at the end of the table, the one member of the delegation who hadn't said anything so far, spoke up. "All we got to win is our own clothes back. Meanwhile, you get our vote if you win." "Ok, let's make it a little more interesting," Carla said. "How?" the guy in the wife beater t shirt asked. Carla stood up. She took off her shoes and added them to the pile at the center of the table. She took off her dress and put it on the pile. She took off her panties and stuck them atop the pile. "Let's bet everything. Anything." "Our votes and you bet anything?" said the short guy. Everyone in the room including Carla was now completely naked. "Anything and everything, you got it," Carla smiled sweetly. Carla looked over and saw that the short guy's semi-hardon was now a full fledged genuine boner. She looked around the room and saw that all of the guys had their pricks at attention, big hardons, their shafts away from their bodies, erect and proud. Carla felt her cunt juice beginning to flow. For a second, Carla wondered if she could handle all of them if she lost. "Anything!" the short guy said. His hand was holding his prick. Carla looked him in the eye. "Anything!" she said. "Well, I'm ok with that," he said. "The rest of you?" asked Carla. This was exciting. Her pussy juice was really running now. Yes was the answer from all of the men around the tables. "Deal," said the guy with the bad hair. "Don't know where I'd rather put this," he said, pointing the purple head of his prick at Carla, "in your mouth or in your cunt." He had a very big cock. It was hard. He gave it a few more pulls and smiled at Carla. "Gimme a cigar," Carla said. She took a cigar from the pack on the table. With a wicked smile, she rolled its tip around her lips, wetting the end of the cigar with her tongue and sucking it slowly. "You are one hot babe," one of the guys uttered. His thick prick was at attention. "Let's cut to the chase," said Carla. She picked up the deck, shuffled the cards, and began to deal. "Stud poker for the studs," she said. Six guys. Six big cocks. Carla had once been with two guys at the same time, but that was a couple of years ago. This wasn't two guys. It was six. They all had their pricks hard and ready to go. Their balls hung down. What a girl would do for politics. "The bets are all in, how many cards?" Carla picked up her cards without looking at them. "Gimme two cards," the guy with the dirty hair said. "Three." "Two." "Three for me," "I'll stand pat," "Two for me," came from the players around the table. Carla looked at her cards. Three aces, a king and a seven. She pondered her alternatives. She had a sure winner if she held the cards in her hand, but she worried that the guys would think she had cheated. Also, in politics, she knew, it was better if people voted because they wanted to vote in a certain way rather than because they had to vote in a certain way. Carla looked at the expectant faces of the guys around the table. She looked down at their steel hard, firm boners. Her pussy juice was flowing freely. Her clit was swollen and pushing against its covering sheath. Her nipples were firm. Her mouth was watering. Getting involved in politics was a great thing, she thought to herself. What else was as exciting? She took a glance at the cards in her hand again. What the heck, she thought. She discarded the three aces and the king. "Four cards for me," she said. Carla bent over slightly to put pressure on her clit which was now tingling close to exploding into an orgasm. "You quite the sport, ain't you," the guy with the tattoos said. Carla dealt out the cards, two the guy with the dirty hair, and then the amount they requested to the others. She gave herself four cards. "You suck my cock if you lose?" asked the guy with the tattoos. "Do I get to fuck your sweet round ass?" said dirty hair. "I want her cunt. It looks ready for my prick," said the short guy sitting opposite Carla at the table. If anything, their dirty talk just got Carla more excited. She was amazed that politics could make her feel so horny. "Ok, it's time for you to show what you've got," said Carla, meaning their cards, but thinking about their cocks which were all now big, stiff, and hard as a board. "Two tens," said tattoo man. From the others around the table came "Pair of kings," "Straight to the six," "Flush," "Jack high," and "three queens." Carla looked at the four cards she had dealt herself. She had dealt herself three sevens to go with the one seven she had kept in her hand. Four sevens. Well, there was only one thing for her to do. "Gee, I got nothing," she said and mucked her cards into the discard pile. "I guess I lose," she said and tried to look unhappy. But her cunt juice was gushing now, her clit rock hard, her nipples taught and tingling. She took one last deep drag of her fat cigar, swirled her tongue around the tip and mashed it out into the ashtray. The big guy with the tattoos came over to Carla's side of the table. He stood her up. For a second it seemed as if he was going to fuck her right there on the poker table. But then he said, "let's go the bed room in the back. It'll give us more space to move around." He took Carla's hand and began to walk towards the back room. Carla opened her other hand and held onto the hand of the guy to her right. The other guys joined hands too in a daisy chain and the group, led by tattoo, began to duck walk towards the back room. They moved past Manny Turner's room. His door was ajar and looking in Carla thought that she could see, no it couldn't be, but it sure looked like the governor's wife, Barb, and Manny on the bed. It looked to Carla as if Barb was giving Manny Turner a blow job. She was naked and bent over , her ass up in the air and her face down in Turner's crotch. But Carla was past the room before she could make sure that was Barb who she had seen. But it sure did look like her. However, there was no time to wonder about that. The daisy chain duck walkers had turned into the open door of the back bedroom. Well girl, Carla said to herself, here you go. Across the room was a big bed. Around the room were a bunch of chairs and a small couch. Carla stood in the middle of the room. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. With her hand, she rubbed her chest just above her tender tits. With the fingers of her other hand she massaged her crotch just above her swollen clit. The members of the Sholeesa delegation moved closer. They surrounded her. One of them reached out and held her ass. Another grabbed her tit. One of the guys put his hand against her cunt and slipped a finger into the wet recess of her pussy. Carla let out an involuntary Ahhhh. All six of them had their pricks at attention. Two of the pricks were prodding against her side. She could feel a large cock behind her, pressing against the crack of her ass. She held both her hands up, high over her head, giving the guys full access to her body. Her every nerve was alive, on fire. She was on the verge of a magnificent orgasm. Politics was where it was at, she thought. Well, this was what politics was all about, Carla thought. One big tradeoff. She was getting what she wanted, their votes on the platform issue. They were getting what they wanted, their cocks in various parts of her body. Tell the truth, she was getting an extra bonus too, their cocks where she wanted: in those same various parts of her body. The guys were pressing closer. Their hands were reaching, touching, feeling, poking, pawing, fingering every part of her body, every nook and crevice of her body. She was as hot as she had ever been, completely on fire and ready for anything and everything. She was unable to stop a constant series of ahhhhs and ohhhhhs, mewling and growling issuing from her open mouth. Carla reached down and found two cocks, she didn't know whose, and, holding them tightly, began to slowly jerk them off, pulling gently on the pricks which were hard and solid. She loved politics. The cocks she was so gently pulling were completely hard. She thought they were almost ready to shoot their cum. "Anyone for a blow job?" she called out as she sank to her knees. There, before her eyes were six pricks, all solid hard, All ready to fuck. She quickly put one of the cocks she had been holding, the one closest to her mouth, into her mouth and began to suck it deep to the back of her throat, rub her lips hard against its shaft, and swirl her tongue around the head. Her hand cupped the man's scrotum. Carla could feel the cock ready to explode its cum deep into her throat. She wondered if the owner of the cock would have enough left to fuck again if he came now. She figured that he probably would, so she sucked harder and pulled harder until he came, shooting a heavy load of cum down the back of her mouth and down into her throat. She swallowed and turned to the next closest cock. As she sucked the fresh cock in her mouth, Carla thrilled to listen to the comments coming from the men around her. "This bitch is one hot babe." "I can't wait to get my cock into that mouth." "I gotta tell you, this young lady has got my vote." "My prick has never been this hard before." "I think I can come ten times into this cunt's mouth." "I think it might be fun to see how many pricks she can take at one time." One by one, Carla took the cocks into her mouth, sucked until they came and then tasted and swallowed. Meanwhile, she continued to finger her own clit and cunt as her body shook wildly in her own orgasmic explosions. When each of the guys had had his turn fucking Carla's mouth, she stood up. Cum covered her chin and lips. She wiped it up with her finger and then sucked her finger clean. She smiled brightly. The guys applauded. Carla moved to the bed. She lay down and spread her legs. All those cocks had inflamed her need to be fucked. "OK," she said, "I think my cunt can stand a little bit of fucking now." All the cum she had swallowed had intensified her desire for cock, for her cunt to be filled, for her to be fucked. She bounced her ass up and down a few times. She stuck her cunt up in the air. "Who'll be first?" she asked. The big guy with the tattoos knelt between her spread legs. His prick was hard again. He held it by its shaft and shook it, showing it to Carla. She nodded yes to him. She wanted that big purple knob to slide into her cunt, to begin fucking her. She lifted her groin a bit higher, offering her cunt to his cock. "Here you go, babe," the guy said. He put his dick against the spread lips of her labia and pushed it in. "Ahhhhhh," Carla sighed as the man's big cock slid into her hungry cunt. "Ahhhhha," she uttered as the big cock finally filled her needy cunt. He began his movements in and out. Carla had thought he would plow into her with all his might, fuck her hard and explode his cum quickly. Instead, though, the big man with the tattoos slid his cock in and out slowly. He pushed deeply all the way to her cervix. He kept the pressure of his cock pressed upward to rub against her clit which was totally engorged and freed from its sheath. Carla couldn't believe the power of his slow fucking deep into the very bottom of her cunt. "Oh my, oh my, oh my," she kept on repeating as he kept on with the slow thrusting of his cock deep into the sopping wet depths of her throbbing cunt. "Yes, yes, yes," she kept on muttering as he continued his slow fucking. "Hey c'mon hurry it up, big guy," one of the other men yelled at the stud fucking Carla. "Yeah, we want our turn too," one of the other guys added." Carla just hung on to the guy fucking her. She was so close to cumming. She wanted this orgasm. She wrapped her legs around the guy fucking her. But before she could have her orgasm, the guy came, exploding his cum into her cunt. He pulled his prick out and, although Carla tried to hold him to her - she was sooo close -- one of the other guys pulled him off of her. She looked around wildly. She needed another cock in her. She spread her legs wide and opened her arms. "Come on, fuck me," she shouted. "Now." The delegate with the dirty hair jumped onto the bed between her legs. "Fuck fucking your cunt," he said. "I want that lovely ass. I want that firm backside." He flipped Carla over. Her face was down on the bed. He pushed her so that her elbows held her body up. He pushed her legs forward so she was on her knees and her ass was pushed up in the air. He grabbed her high at the waist with both hands and stretched her ass hole open. Without a word, the guy shoved his hard prick into her ass as Carla tried to loosen her sphincter muscle. He was big, but his cock finally pushed through the entrance to her ass hole. "Boy, she is nice and tight," he announced to the others waiting their turn. He continued to ram his cock deep into the dark, dank tightness of her rear hole. Carla felt the cock penetrate deep into her ass. She looked around to see the other guys pulling on their pricks, crowding closer to the bed. They watched as the man pulled his cock out and pushed it deep into her nether hole. Back and forth he went until, finally, she felt him shoot his wad into the dank heat at the core of her anus. She trembled as he pulled his spent cock from her ass. "Lady, you are the best," he said. The other members of the delegation started pushing forward, eager to get their turns at Carla. She could feel the cum seeping out of her ass. She needed her cunt to be fucked. She turned over, offering her pussy to the crowd around the bed. "Come, fuck me," she said. "Me next," she heard one of the men say as he moved onto the bed. "Hey, I been waitin' too long," another said as he moved onto the bed too. "What about me?" yelled the short guy with the thick prick. A fourth guy didn't say anything. He just jumped onto the bed and, pushing the other three aside and inserted his prick into Carla's waiting cunt. "Yes, oh yes," she said. "Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard." She was nearly there, nearly ready to explode another orgasm from her cunt through her body, but it wasn't to be. The men on the bed around her began to push each other in a frenzy to get their cocks into Carla. One of the guys pulled the guy fucking Carla off of her. "No," she called out from where she lay on the bed, her legs spread wide. Her cunt was desperate for a prick. "Please. Fuck me." But the men kept on pushing and shoving each other until one of them turned her over again, again on her elbows and knees and her ass up in the air. The man slid under her and stuck his penis into her needy cunt again. "Finally," Carla uttered. Then one of the other guys got behind her and put his prick into her ass. The third man knelt in front of her face and placed his cock into her open mouth. "Yes, yes, and yes," she mumbled past the prick which filled her mouth, "Oh, yes, oh yes." The fourth guy on the bed wanted part of her too. He searched around for where he would put his cock and finally shoved it into her mouth, sharing her tongue and mouth with his partner. Two cocks in her mouth, Carla exulted. All four cocks now in her began to fuck madly. They pounded her cunt, her ass, her mouth. Carla began a long and slow build up to an orgasm. "Ahhhhhahaha," she growled." Oooouuua," she mewled." Ohhahahooo" she breathed past the two cocks as they thrusted deep into the back of her throat and together spewed their full load of jism into her. Finally, Carla came. It began in her clit as the guy under her sent his sperm flooding against her cervix. It spread to her cunt and then, as she felt the guy fucking her ass send his sperm into the deep heat of her dark inner passage, she came in her ass. Her orgasm spread from her toes to the top of her head, to her ears in wave after wave of climax. The guys pulled out and Carla just lay there, her body shaking and shuddering, trembling in a splendiferous rapture of pure orgasm she thought would never subside. Carla lay there. Her arms and her legs outspread. Her mouth open. Her breathing deep and heavy. She had had many a great orgasm in her life, and this one sure ranked with the best of them. Right near the top. Carla looked around her. The guys lay exhausted. She felt their jism leaking from her ass, her cunt, her mouth. She had no idea if she could do anymore fucking now. But then she spotted the two men who had not participated in the last multi fucking. Each was holding a solid prick in his hands, big, fleshy tasty cocks, They looked ready to go. What the hell, thought Carla. She beckoned to them with a nod of her head. They approached, each, pulling hard on the purple shaft of his cock. Carla smiled. They climbed onto the bed with Carla. She wet her lips as she looked close- up at the veined, thick purple shafts and the globular heads of their tools. Carla slipped the prick of one into her hungry mouth and began to suck and tongue it. Meanwhile, the second guy got behind her and slid his big piece into her cunt. It didn't take but a few seconds for them to fall in a quick rhythm and shot their loads of cum. She sighed. She stuck out her tongue to lap up as much of the cum into her mouth as she could. Carla, the men, the whole room smelled of sex, of cum and of sweat. She guessed the fucking was over, at least for the time being. She was pretty tired and the guys seemed completely petered out. A Political Education Ch. 06 "You guys are some pretty good fuckers," Carla announced, "the best. But all good things gotta end sometime." She got off the bed, went to the bathroom and began to clean up. As she toweled herself dry, Carla realized that she had forgotten all about the vote on the platform. The sex had been great, better than great, but she had to keep her focus on the issue at hand. She wondered how she would get back to the subject as she returned to the room where the men were waiting. She was about to speak when the tattooed guy stopped her. "We been talkin' ," he said. "You gave us some pretty good arguments about the vote. You sure know your politics. You convinced us, so we decided to vote for the governor's position." "Oh, thank you. Thank you so much," Carla replied. She got the votes and she got a great fucking. "You guys are the best." "Manny Turner told us he would vote the same way and that he already told the governor and Babs. We'll call the governor right now and tell him also." The tattooed guy spoke up. "We will be sure to tell him that it was your cogent and reasoned discourse that convinced us." Carla looked to be surprised at the guy's vocabulary. "Hey, I been to college too, and, although, I didn't quite finish, I learned enough to know that a young lady like you has the knowhow and the stuff to go far in the game of politics." " Well, I have to thank you again---for the vote, and for the very good fucking I got," Carla said. "I sure did appreciate both." She laughed. Before Carla could suggest maybe one more fuck if anyone wanted, there was a knock on the door. It was Victor. He had come to escort her back to her room. "Well, all good things have got to end," she said. "I've got to get ready for whatever my next assignment is." "Hey, we'll be seeing you again," the short man with the thick prick said. Victor led Carla to the door and escorted her out. A Political Education Ch. 07 Victor didn't say anything as they left the room. He didn't say anything as they walked towards the stairwell. He didn't say anything as he opened the stairwell door and led Carla in. She wondered whether or not he would press his huge penis against her cunt as he had done before. She wondered whether, maybe, he would fuck her. He had such a big prick. From what she could tell, it was both big and thick, very big and very thick. Extremely both of them. She wondered what it would feel like filling her cunt. If only Victor weren't so dirty. She could smell him. It was an unwashed smell, sweaty and scummy. But, anyway, she was tired after all the action with the Sholeesa delegation guys, so, as they continued their climb up the stairs, she wasn't really disappointed that he didn't say anything more or touch her even. Boy, she must be really tired. Finally they reached her room. Victor still didn't say anything. He did put a card on her night table, though, before he left the room and shut the door. Carla looked at the note. It was from the governor. It was a thank you note, "for your fine work at convincing the delegation to vote for the platform." The note also said that Victor would be ready to take care of any of Carla's needs and it gave Victor's room number, room 212. Carla just put the note back onto the night table. The visit to the Sholeesa delegation had sure been fun, and it had been profitable for her political career too, but she was too tired right at the moment to do more. She did want to put the new political rules that she had learned into her computer, that physical proximity was important, that giving voters what they want will get their votes, and that a good politician should enjoy his or her work. She would do that tomorrow, though. Right now rest was what she needed. She got undressed, got under the covers in the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. She didn't know how long she had been asleep when Carla was awakened by the sound of knocking on her door. Who could it be? And, Whoa, it was late. She looked at the clock and realized that she had been asleep for quite a while. She got up quickly and ran to the door. She opened the door. It was Tom, Carla's boyfriend from college, who was standing there. "What are you doing here?" she asked as he came into the room. "I've been calling and calling, but you never answered," he said. "And how come that you answered the door and you're naked?" "Why are you here?" Carla said. "Why are you naked? I asked first." "Because I was just asleep," Carla replied as she rubbed her eyes. "Hey, not that I mind you being undressed," Tom said. Oh boy, thought Carla. She noticed that he had a hard on pushing up through his pants. Carla had been fucking Tom for a couple of months now, ever since the school semester had begun, so she recognized the signs. She might as well get things done. Besides, a hard on, even if it was still stuck in his pants, usually was enough to turn her on. She felt her pussy begin to get wet. "Hey, big boy," she said to Tom, "You must be tired. It is a pretty long ride to get here from the state capital." "Yeah," he replied, "but I am sure glad to be here. It was a five hour drive, but it is great to be able to see you." Tom was gazing at her pussy. Carla could see that his boner was getting a little bigger. "Poor boy," she said, "come over here by the bed. Take off your clothes and lay down. I'll pull the covers over you and you can rest up from the trip." "But I want to be with you," he said. "Don't worry, I'll lay down by you to keep you company," she said. Carla saw his prick take a little jump at that. It only took a few seconds for Tom to take off his clothes and jump under the covers. Carla moved onto the bed and next to Tom. His prick grazed her leg and got Carla's pussy juice flowing. Could she help it that the feel of a big solid cock against her leg made her mouth water and her cunt lips open? Of course, Tom knew exactly what to do to keep Carla's juices flowing. He let his hand cover her tits and the palm of his hands press lightly against her nipples. As he brushed lightly, her nipples stood taut. He moved and began lightly to kiss the erect nipples of her tits. His hand, free now, moved down and covered the throbbing outer cunt lips. Her pussy juices flowed harder. Her mouth watered. Carla began desperately to grope for Tom's prick. She found it and held it tightly. "Can I suck you, please," she begged, and, without waiting for an answer, ducked under the covers and took his prick into her mouth, wildly sucking on the shaft of his prick and swirling her tongue around its bulbous, purple head. The taste of a cock in her mouth drove her into a wild frenzy. She did love cock! She sucked and sucked until she could taste Tom's sweet pre-cum. Hurriedly, Carla moved up from under the covers to place his prick at the gaping, wet entrance to her vagina. "Fuck me," she said, "Fuck me hard and quick. Shove that prick of yours into my empty cunt. Now, quick, hard. Oh, give it to me. Now! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she commanded him over and over. The taste of his precum in her mouth, the feel of his erect cock against her cunt was driving her crazy. Finally, what she needed so much was going to happen. She spread her legs wide. She lifted her legs high in the air. Her cunt was as open as she could make it. She opened her arms. "Now. Right now. Fuck me. Give it to me. NOW! I need it," she shouted. He got on top of Carla and slipped his member into her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes," she said over and over as Tom slammed his hard prick in and out of her wet cunt. Then he came. Carla felt the explosion of his cum as it erupted into the deepest part of her hungry cunt. For a second, his prick stayed in her needy cunt. Then it slipped out. Tom rolled off of her. Desperate to satisfy her throbbing swollen needy clit and cunt, she reached for his prick in an attempt to bring it back to life. "Hey, Baby," Tom said. He had a stupid grin on his face. "That was real good." He turned around, closed his eyes and began to snore. What to do? She was so horny! Carla stuck two fingers into her ravenous, greedy cunt hole and began, with her other hand, to rub her fingers in a hard circular motion against the swollen body of her clit. She thrust her fingers in and out of her cunt. She rubbed hard against her clit. Next to her, she could hear Tom's steady snoring. She needed to cum. She had three fingers in her cunt now. She delved deep into the warm, wet spasming pinkness of her velvet smooth cunt. She needed to cum. She needed the peace that would come only with her orgasm. But as hard as she finger-fucked herself, Carla was unable to climax. Next to her on the bed, Tom was now sound asleep, his snoring louder than before. Finally, Carla got up from the bed. She began to pace around the room. She looked at the message from the governor again. Victor would take care of her needs, the note said. He was in room B-14. Big help he was for her needs, she thought to herself as she heard Tom turn over in the bed, his snoring even louder now than before. She grabbed her hair brush. Carla had left her dildo back on campus. The hair brush would have to do. She shoved the smooth handle of the brush into her destitute pussy. She turned it. She moved it in and out. Harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper she worked it in her cunt. She lay on the floor, spread her legs wide open and into the air continuing to wildly thrust the brush's slick handle into her cunt. But it wasn't to be. Her orgasm was not happening. Shit! In the background, Carla heard Tom's snoring, steady now, but still loud. A Political Education Ch. 08 She got up and threw the hair brush down. It was wet and smelled of her pussy. She had to do something to take care of the craving that was driving her crazy. She needed to come. Needed to. She thought for a while. Maybe she could go back to the Sholeesa delegation. Maybe one of them could help her needy cunt get its relief. Carla sat on the armchair in the corner of the room and thought about her adventures at the convention so far. She couldn't think but that it had been a pretty big success up to now. She was sure that she had earned an "A" in her school course from Professor Needling. She had established a position of trust with the governor and his wife. Carla had learned much about dealing with the media from Swift Branchbaum. Her meeting with the Sholeesa delegation had been most informative about how to present an argument to a delegation. Yes, she had learned quite a bit. She had had a pretty good time. And, it had all been quite exciting. Carla got up from the chair and began to pace around the room. She tried to think of what to do next. She tried to figure out how to get relief for her needy cunt. But Tom's loud, constant snoring kept her from being able to think. She went to the closet, got out a dress, and put it on. She had to get out of the room and away from Tom's relentless snore sounds. Maybe she could wake him up with a blow job, get him hard, get him to fuck her one more time. But no. Carla had too much experience with Tom to think he'd be able to satisfy her now. He was a strict 'bang bang, thank you ma'm' man. And Carla knew that as soon as he fucked her, he would go back to sleep. And, of course, he would snore the rest of the night away. She just had to get out of the room. She went back to the dresser and found a pair of panties. Nice sexy panties. She slid them over her calves. She pulled them up past her well shaped thighs, all the while imagining the soft touch of a hand along her leg, stopping to gently squeeze just below her cunt while slightly separating her legs. The front of her panties sliced into the folds of her cunt lips. The tong back buried itself deep into the crease of her ass. She didn't need a bra. Her pert breasts were round and firm with sweet nipples that never needed support, just a tight blouse to poke against. The lips of her cunt were ripe, smooth and slippery with cunt juice. Carla looked over at the sleeping, snoring Tom. No help there! The hair brush lay on the floor. It wasn't looking any more enticing than Tom. The room, or, more accurately, her needy cunt, was driving her crazy. Without a second thought, she left the room, allowing the door to snap shut behind her. When she was in hall, she realized she had forgotten her room card. She wouldn't be able to get back in without knocking on the door and waking Tom. But not to worry, there was a lot of activity in the corridors of the hotel. The convention crowd had left the arena and was busy celebrating the end of the day's session. All up and down the corridor Carla could see and hear the convention goers milling about, talking and partying. As Carla kept on walking, she could hear snatches of conversation. She entered one crowded room where the guests were drinking cocktails and eating hors d'oeuvres. Carla heard a man addressing a small group about the vote that had just ended and what a coup it had been for the governor when the Sholeesa delegation had voted for the platform plank. Feeling good, Carla grabbed a drink at the bar. It was watered wine. Ughh. She looked around. Maybe she would spot a likely someone to help her take care of the need she felt to be fucked. But no one in the group seemed unengaged. She took a sip of the drink and went back to the hallway. Here and there Carla saw a couple engaged in a conversation. Over in a corner, she saw a couple making out. As she continued her walk she passed a room with its door open and in the room two people, naked, fucking. For a moment she thought of entering the room, joining the couple but decided against it. After wandering around a bit more, Carla entered the staircase and started walking down to the next floor. Behind the bend, she saw a guy with his pants down and a lady down on her knees giving him a blow job. She kept on walking. Neither of the pair paid her any attention. All the sex, the sucking, the fucking, the hot bodies, was just making Carla grow even more excited. The silky walls of her inner cunt just kept on getting wetter and wetter. Her clit remained engorged. She needed to fuck. She need it so bad. Suddenly Carla thought where she would go to. She hurried down one more flight of stairs and out into a hallway. She was breathing hard. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX She was sure that this was the place. She checked again. Room 212. Yes, it was the place. Carla took a deep breath. She didn't believe what was happening. Why was she so nervous? She tried to calm herself. She couldn't stop her nervousness. But, she had come this far. She knocked on the door. After a second or so, the door opened. There he was. He just stood at the door. Finally, he spoke. "Come in, " Victor said. "Slut," he added with a sneer. His saying that word sent a quivering jolt of excitement running through every nerve edge in Carla's body. She quickly tried to enter the room. But Victor wasn't moving from where he stood in the doorway, and she had to squeeze past him. Oh, he was so crude. But, as she pushed past him, he let his body brush against hers. She gasped. Her clit swelled. Her cunt-juice began to soak the walls of her cunt. Her chest heaved, and Carla felt as if she couldn't breathe. He was so crude. His hair was so greasy. He was so dirty. Why had she come here? She looked down and saw his huge prick outlined against his pants. Victor didn't say a word. He just began rubbing the outside of his pants where his giant prick was clearly outlined by the fabric. It was so.....big! She wanted so much to have it stretch her pussy to its limit, push in as far as it would go. Carla just stood there. She couldn't take her eyes from the sight of that astonishing bulge in his pants. Carla could feel her mouth watering. That disgusting Victor; just look at him. He was so crude. He put his hand in his pocket. He was grabbing his prick. She wanted to hold it in her hand. Her clit was pushing against its sheath. It was obscene how enormous his prick was. He was so gross. She couldn't have stopped even if she had wanted to, and she didn't want to stop, so Carla snuck a hand through the waist band of her dress and began a soft rubbing at her clit. He had called her a slut! Oh, it was so true. Harlot, whore. A bitch. Totally debauched. He could have said any of that to her. It was all true! "You want some of this?" he asked, rubbing even harder against his prick. Carla gulped. He was so uncouth! His fingernails were filthy. And his prick was so big, She was rubbing her clit. She slipped a finger in her cunt hole. She could hardly whisper an answer to his question. Carla weakly nodded her head. She didn't want some of that, she wanted it all. "Yes," she whispered. She was so excited, she could hardly talk. She could hardly believe it, a huge spasm erupted through her clit and cunt. She came! "Yes," she whispered again. It got her hotter to say the word, wetter, and more excited. "I can't hear you," Victor said. "Yes, yes, yes," Carla said. She nearly shouted it. "I want you to fuck me!" she declared. "Why should I?" he asked. "Because I'm such a good girl," Carla said. She grabbed her ass and thrust her pelvis forward. "Yeah, you were a real good girl at the Sholeesa delegation," Victor said. "I got their votes," Carla giggled. She moved her hand and reached for that prodigious organ of his. He had taken his hand out from his pocket and Carla quickly reached in. There was no pocket. Her hand had nothing to impede its progress. She was holding his penis in her hand! And it was as big as she had thought. She was standing right up against him, tight. She could smell his sweaty odor. His prick was solid in her grip. "I want you to put that giant cock of yours into my cunt." "All of it?" "Yes, from its cruddy head to its big, thick shaft. I want it all!" Carla said. This dirty talk was just getting her more wet. "That's it? Just fuck you. That's all?" Carla took his cue. "I want you to put it in my mouth! I want to suck it! I want to tongue it. I want to lick it and taste its salty tang. I want to swallow its cum." "Anything else?" he said. "Yes, yes," Carla replied. This crude game was getting her more and more excited. "I want you to shove that magnificent prick of yours up my ass. Shove it in until I can feel your balls against my body." "Slut," he growled at her. "Yes, I'm your slut, your hussy, harlot. I am your whore, your cunt. I am your bitch. Fuck me," she pressed her body against his, inhaled his musty odor. Her clit was stiff. Her pussy was wet. Her breasts were swollen. Her nipples hard. Victor said nothing. He just stood there. Carla thought. There was more to what she was feeling than just horny sex, just getting her cunt filled. She looked at Victor. He was smiling. Politics was why she was here, why she was at the convention. And politics had to have something to do with what was making her so very hot, so excited. Victor was just a handyman. Or was he? "You know," Carla said, "I'm here to learn about politics." Victor nodded. "I know that." He took her hand from his prick. "Politics is your game," he continued, "And you've learned a lot about politics so far. You learned about taking care of your base. You know how important it is to earn the trust of your party's leader. You found out about the media. You've discovered....." Carla looked at Victor in shock. "You," she interrupted. "You....who are you?" "I'm Victor." "You were always there. Wherever I went, wherever I was, you were the one that was there," Carla blurted out. She stepped back a little bit. "The governor called you by your first name. Your room here. This room. It's not a handyman's room." There were fine pictures on the wall. The furniture was expensive. "Well, I'm a very good handyman," Victor said. "I'll bet you're a better politician," Carla said. "And I bet that you will be a great politician," said Victor. Carla stopped to think. Her clit was hard. Her nipples were taut. Her cunt was wet and itching for a cock. She had always been pretty sexual, but here, at the convention, her sexuality seemed to run amok. "Why are politics and sex so entwined?" she said out loud. Her eyes remain fixed on the outline of Victor's prick, showing so clearly through the fabric of his trousers. "Politics is about power and so is sex. Politics is about getting what you want and so is sex," said Victor. Enough of talk, Carla thought. "I am ready to get it on," she said. "Slut," he said. "Whatever," she replied and pulled her dress over her head and took it off. She snaked her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She got down on her knees as Victor dropped his pants and allowed his massive cock to stand free. Carla didn't know whether she was so horny because of politics or whether she was so political because she was horny. She did know that Victor's purple prick, long, thick and erect was delicious looking. She opened her mouth wide and took as much of it in as she could, much more than she thought possible. She swirled her tongue around its shaft and felt its head poking the back of her throat. Sensing that she needed help, Victor tilted her head back and pushed his organ further down into her mouth. Sucking wildly, her lips pressing tight, Carla gagged slightly and caressed the base of is prick with her tongue while holding on to his giant prick with her hand. Her pussy was on fire. Her clit was a desperate, quivering piece of swollen flesh on the verge of another orgasm. His cock filled her mouth. The tasty tang of his salty cock was driving her to a frenzy of sucking. Her nose was pressed against his crotch. She could feel his balls against her chin. She inhaled the crusty odor of his crotch. She couldn't think how she could ever get enough of this cock. She held onto his cock with both hands and looked up at Victor. "Politics is a dirty game," she said. "You got to get down and dirty to succeed," Victor replied. On her knees, naked, she put a finger into his ass hole, pulled it out and put it into her mouth, sucking it clean. "Is this down and dirty enough," she said. Victor sat down on his chair. Still on her knees, Carla once again slurped his prick into her mouth and sucked harder. She felt his hands on the back of her head, urging even more of his huge cock into her hot, saliva filled wide open mouth. "I love politics," she mumbled around his prick as, still on her knees, she continued her wildly excited sucking. This was better than any dessert she had ever savored. She couldn't wait for his ejaculation so that she could taste the sweetness of his cum. As she continued her sucking, she heard a knock at the door. She heard the door open, but she didn't move her face from where it was buried in Victor's crotch. She couldn't care less who it was that had just entered the room. The only thing she cared about was the taste, the feel and smell of the giant cock in her mouth. "Carla, what's going on?" she heard behind her. It was Tom, her boyfriend from college. How did he know where she was? On her knees and still on the floor between Victor's legs, sucking his prick, Carla was too busy to say anything. "What's going on?" Tom repeated. Carla held out one hand towards Tom, gesturing for him to wait. There was no way right this minute that she was going to stop sucking this beautiful prick. Victor spoke up. "Can't you see what's going on? She's suckin' my cock." Then Victor said something that got Carla even hotter. He asked Tom, "You want some of this?" Carla sucked on the prick even harder. Victor continued, "Her mouth's busy, but I'm not using her cunt... yet. Why don't you fuck her while she's busy with my prick? She won't mind." Carla, still sucking, lifted her ass to give Tom access to her cunt from behind. She didn't believe she could get even hotter, but Carla's cunt kept getting wetter and wetter. She shook her ass a little. "I came here because I saw the card with this room number on your desk," Tom said. "Can't you see that she's too busy to talk right now." said Victor. Carla sucked even harder. . "But," Tom said. "Do you want a piece of her or not? Her cunt's there. It's waitin' for you" Victor said. Carla pushed her ass up even higher. She sucked harder. This was dirty. This was politics. This was hot! "C'mon," Victor said. I can see you got a hard on. Join in." Carla sucked harder. She spread her legs farther apart. After a second or two, Carla heard a zipper open and a pair of pants drop to the floor. She felt Tom's hands on her waist and felt his prick slide into her open, soaking wet cunt. She sighed. What a picture they were making. Victor sitting on his chair, She on her knees, sucking his big prick, and, behind her, Tom's cock fucking away at her cunt. Carla readied herself for a great orgasm. She hdn't known that anything like this could be so hot. Sucking. Getting fucked. Dirty. Politics. She felt Tom move even faster. She heard him moan loudly. She felt him let loose a torrent of cum into her cunt. Victor continued to hold her head tight so that her mouth enveloped his prick. Tom moved his prick out of her cunt. She could taste Victor's precum. Carla's body began to shake. She came. It was another great orgasm. Next thing Carla knew, Tom was standing to her left. She was just beginning to come down from her orgasm but remained in a state of bliss, still madly sucking Victor's enormous cock, paying him back for the orgasm he had delivered. "Are you coming back to college with me?" Tom asked. Carla felt Victor take his hands away from her head and felt him slowly slide his cock out of her mouth. She held Victor's sweet prick I her hand. She was completely nude except for the high heel shoes she had never removed. She stood up slowly. She loved the way the heels showed off her calf muscles. She especially liked how they helped her proudly thrust out her groin and how the stance accented the curve of her ass. She faced Tom. "Tom, why don't you go back to college. I'll be back in a couple of days and we'll discuss all this then." She smiled. "But, but, he's just a handyman, a janitor," said Tom. Carla smiled broadly. She continued to hold Victor's prick in her hand. "That's right," she said. "And he's, he's.....not clean," said Tom. "Yes, and politics is a dirty business," said Carla. She pulled Victor's prick to and fro, gently jacking him off. She wanted to keep his erection strong. "But Tom, I do believe it is time for you to go back to school now." Poor Tom, he looked crestfallen as he pulled up his pants up. He gave Carla one last look and left the room, closing the door behind him. She had handled that well. She turned to face Victor. "Ready for more politics?" she asked. Victor didn't answer. Instead, he picked the naked girl up. Using his forearm, Victor swept the desk clean of the papers on it. He laid Carla face down on the table, her ass hanging off the edge. He spread the cheeks of her ass. He began to slide his massive cock into her ass hole. Carla let loose a slow growl of satisfaction as his cock slowly slid further and further in to her nether hole. Deeper and deeper it sank into her ass. "Oh, so nasty," she said. Victor pushed his cock into her ass as far as it could go. "Slimey," he said. Carla felt completely filled, her ass stretched as far as possible. She was in heaven. "Isn't politics foul?" she said. Victor slid his cock out of her ass and then all the way back in again. "Rotten," he said. Carla gasped as his cock widened the hole of her ass even more. She loved it! "Fetid," she screamed. Victor, his cock in to the hilt, rotated his hips, dilating her ass hole more. "Squalid," he whispered to Carla. "Politics is a dirty game," she shouted. "And you love it," he said. "And I love it," she answered. Was it the sex or was it the politics? Carla didn't care which it was. She just knew that she loved it and that she wanted more. "Fuck my ass," she said. "Fuck it hard." "Slut," Victor whispered and began to fuck her tight ass with his huge prick as hard as he could, Carla moaned over and over in pleasure as he stretched her ass wide open. She was about to come when he stopped his pounding, pulled his prick from her ass and put Carla on her knees again, shoving his prick into her mouth. He thrust it in as far as it would go, his groin pushing against her nose. Carla savored the tang from his prick's recent visit to her ass as she swirled her tongue around his cock's long, thick shaft. She inhaled deeply to get the rank odor. She flared her nostrils wide to get the full stench from his sweaty groin into her nose which she pressed against his body just above the prick. She was in heaven. Corrupt. Squalid. This was politics! Again, she was about to come when Victor pulled his cock from her mouth. She kept her mouth open and breathed in and out. She wanted more of his prick in her mouth. Instead, Victor stood her up. He turned her around and again bent her face down over the desk. This time though, instead of fucking her ass, he pointed his prick at her cunt and pushed it in there. "Slut," he said. "Oh yes, I'm a slut," Carla replied. "Fuck me!" "Beg me," Victor demanded. "Please, please, Fuck me. Fuck my dirty cunt. Fuck it hard!" "Louder you filthy slut," he said. A Political Education Ch. 08 "Please," Carla said, "please, please, shove your big beautiful, filthy, cruddy prick into my slutty cunt. DO IT. Please." Yes, this was real politics, Carla thought. In politics you fuck the other guy, and, when he can, the other guy fucks you. Politics in a nutshell! Carla spread her legs apart as far as they would go. "Fuck me good," she commanded. Victor complied. His huge organ pushed all the way into her hungry cunt. It pushed against her cervix. It filled her fully. She felt the shudder of quivering flesh enflame the inside of her cunt. Her inner cunt muscle closed to grip his prick. Suddenly, almost by surprise, Carla came. It was a mighty orgasm. She shouted a yell of utter glee. Her whole body shook as she came and came and came again and again and again. Victor pulled his cock out of her cunt. Carla opened her eyes. She stared at Victor's sweaty face, sweat dripping off his greasy head. Carla lay, collapsed on the floor, thoroughly fucked out, completely spent. At last she had learned all she could about politics. It was dirty. It was filthy. It was raw. BUT, oh, it got things done! Carla knew that when she got back to college she would be ready to finish her dissertation explaining how politics worked. Still laying on the floor, Carla looked up. There, above her, stood Victor. His pants remained pulled down to his ankles. His huge prick was still fully erect. Slowly, Carla pushed herself up so that she was on her knees and facing that magnificent organ. She opened her mouth. The End