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She felt absolutely euphoric. Those multiple standing ovations she'd received had really touched her, but she was also worn out. The numerous book signings and personal appearances over the last few days had left her exhausted. Sitting in the limo, staring out the dark tinted windows at row after row of empty houses and foreclosure signs, all she really wanted to do was go back to her hotel room and get some rest. Maybe have a relaxing bubble bath. When she arrived back at the hotel, her personal assistant informed her that she'd have a few hours off before a dinner that was to include some local candidates, campaign donors, and influential businesspeople from the area.

Ah, it felt back to be lying down, she thought. She sipped and subsequently gulped down on the bottle of 20 year old malt scotch she'd been working on during breakfast. Since she hadn't taken a shower that morning she figured she might as well do so now, while there was still time. In fact, she figured she might take a jacuzzi bath in the posh marble-floored hotel bathroom. This was the Hilton after all, so she might as well take advantage of it. Her handlers usually put her in cheaper hotels, sometimes even motels, the cheap bastards.

But today they'd done well. And best of all, they'd put her in the "Presidential" suite. Oh how she adored the sound of that No matter how luxurious the bathroom's accommodations were, the thought of jumping into the jacuzzi did bring mixed feelings to her, though.

Back home, she and her husband Todd used to always fuck in the jacuzzi. It's probably where most of her kids were conceived. However, with her busy schedule, she hardly ever saw Todd anymore, and when she did, he didn't seem to be too interested in sex, and she couldn't understand why.

Maybe he didn't find her attractive anymore. Worse yet, she'd been starting to suspect that perhaps his recent lack of interest in sex meant that he's probably fucking someone else, like that sexy little 20 something secretary of his with the big tits and high-pitched voice.

Sarah hated that bitch with a passion. Whatever the case, they hadn't done it in months, and Sarah had taken to masturbating, usually with her fingers and sometimes with bananas, but it just wasn't the same. She missed the weight of a man over her in bed and a good hard cock plunging in and out of her pussy. She didn't do all those vaginal tightening exercises for nothing, you know. Fuck it, Sarah figured. Still lying on the bed, she started peeling off her clothes.

First she took off her glasses and laid them down on the nightstand by the bed. Then she rolled her sheer black pantyhose down over her silky smooth legs.

That electrolysis treatment she'd had had left them perpetually smooth, and she loved to rub her hands up and down them, and she did so for a minute or two before she lifted up her back a bit and unzipped her long black, butt-hugging skirt that reached just past her knees. After undoing the zipper, she pulled the skirt down to her feet and kicked it off the bed, onto the floor. Next to go was the light bluish blouse she had on.

She unbuttoned the front of it, freeing her large, red lacy bra held her tits. She tossed off the blouse, and then unhooked and threw off her bra too. At this point she was sprawled out on the king sized bed, with her legs parted, wearing only a pair of red thong panties. She looked over at the wall mirror on the other side of the room, and though her vision was a tad blurry from not having her glasses on, she could see herself there, nearly naked on the bed, with her big, juicy tits hanging out, nipples hardening up in the air conditioner's cool breeze.

She also thought about how fat and ugly most of the Tea Party women in the crowd were, how many were missing teeth, and how much sexier she was than them. Starting to become aroused by her own reflection, she began running her hands up and down her nude body, caressing all around her silky smooth legs, flat stomach, and pointy-nippled, pear-shaped tits. The booze had gone to her head and she started to become unbearably horny and knew she had to masturbate.

So she slid off her panties, brought her fingers to her shaven pussy's slit, and inserted her index and pointer fingers into it. She closed her eyes, thought of Brad Pitt, and lightly fingered herself and flicked around at her clitoris with her thumb. She was just about to get up to grab a banana from the fruit basket sitting on the table in the corner when she heard a sudden knock on the door.

Quickly pulling her fingers away from her pussy, she stumbled up off the bed, ran to the bathroom, put on a white cotton Hilton crested bathrobe, and hurried over to the door.

Upon opening it, she saw Peter, one of her young staffers, standing in the hallway with a manila folder in his hand. I've got a few forms I need you to sign, regarding PAC contributions.

Come on in and put the forms on the table over there, by the fruit basket. As Peter nodded, smiled and walked in, Sarah eyed him up. She'd been eying him up for a while, actually. A big, beefy six foot tall young twentyish recent college grad, Peter was muscular and had the dark, handsome Italian features that drove Sarah and most women wild.

He looked a bit like Sylvester Stallone from the early Rocky movies and was just as cut and fit. Sarah personally interviewed him and although he was under-qualified, his movie star looks and physique got him the job.

Sarah also liked him because there was something about this particular young man that brought her back to her college days, the happiest times of her life. Quite wild times too. She'd had to make several pay-offs to ensure that no tales of those drunken sex romps, frat house parties, the time she had that double trouble with the quarterback and running back, etc, ever emerged in the press.

All of a sudden Sarah started to feel 20 years younger, like a sorority chick again. Watching this young stud stroll confidently across the plush white carpet of her hotel room turned her on immensely, and by his mere presence she felt transported back in time to those college days that Peter so vividly reminded her of. Turning around, she slammed and locked the door, then did something she couldn't believe she actually did after she did it. Something she thought she'd never do in front of anyone other than her husband.

Maybe it was the booze that made her do it Maybe it was the heat of the moment, lack of recent sex, spousal neglect, who knows Whatever motivated her to do what she did was no longer relevant, though, because Sarah had just taken off her bathrobe and was now standing naked, facing her young staffer. Not receiving a response, he swiveled his head around towards Sarah and when he saw her standing there naked, he dropped the pen from his hand and managed only to say, "wha She was getting into her bitch mode now.

Todd and she always played it rough when they fucked and that's the way she likes it. Though he'd never been that into MILFs, he and all the other young male staffers always talked about how hot they thought Sarah was and how they'd like to fuck her.

Her rock solid ass and the sexual positions they'd most enjoy putting her in were often topics of discussion when they went out for drinks after work. Peter was so shocked by the whole situation, he could barely muster a response, but he did promptly comply to her demand and tore off his loafers, black socks, beige khakis, navy blue boxer briefs, and white dress shirt in less than 20 seconds. He now also stood naked, facing Sarah, and his 7 inch cock, thick as a doorknob, was fully erect.

Sarah approached him and Peter leaned in to kiss her, but she put her left index finger over his lips and snapped at him "no kissing! He'd never been truly deep-throated before, and it was a sensational feeling. The whole thing was so surreal, he thought, as he glanced down and saw Sarah Palin's lips at the base of his cock.

She started sucking it slow, but soon worked his unit in and out of her mouth at light speed, like a porn star. It was by far the best head he'd ever received. But it didn't last too long. After about 45 seconds, Sarah got up, looked at him angrily, and walked over to the bed, climbed atop it, and got on all fours, with her gym-sculpted ass pointed high in the air.

Peter followed her, got up on the bed, and Sarah craned her neck around at him and screamed out "put it in my ass, motherfucker! All the college girls he'd been with would never let him. Fucking amazing, he thought. He looked around and didn't see any lube anywhere. He also thought to himself that he might want to put on a condom, but there was no time for that now.

With all those kids she'd shitted out and at her age it's unlikely she had any diseases. And if she wasn't asking him to use one, then who cares? He'd always wanted to go bareback and here was his chance, with Sarah Palin, no less. Looking down between her legs at her shaven pussy, he could see it was wet as anything.

So he rubbed his hand on it, around the lips, got his hand all wet with pussy juice, and lathered up his dick with it. Then he brought his hard cock up to the entrance of her tight little pink asshole and worked it in slowly. At first her ass offered slight resistance, but it was only temporary. After puncturing the outer rim, his cock slid right in.

And damn, it was like heaven to him. Tighter than the virgin pussy he popped back in Freshman year of college. Tighter than anything he'd ever felt. And Sarah was loving it too. She'd always wanted to be fucked in the ass but never had been. One would think she might have, especially after all those drunken romps back in college, but no, never. And Todd never wanted to. He objected to it on "moral grounds," as if he had a problem with sodomy, all the times she sucked his dick and he ate her pussy.

The fucking liar, she thought. Put it all the way in!! She loved how big his cock was.

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She felt absolutely euphoric. Those multiple standing ovations she'd received had really touched her, but she was also worn out. The numerous book signings and personal appearances over the last few days had left her exhausted. Sitting in the limo, staring out the dark tinted windows at row after row of empty houses and foreclosure signs, all she really wanted to do was go back to her hotel room and get some rest.

Maybe have a relaxing bubble bath. When she arrived back at the hotel, her personal assistant informed her that she'd have a few hours off before a dinner that was to include some local candidates, campaign donors, and influential businesspeople from the area.

Ah, it felt back to be lying down, she thought. She sipped and subsequently gulped down on the bottle of 20 year old malt scotch she'd been working on during breakfast.

Since she hadn't taken a shower that morning she figured she might as well do so now, while there was still time. In fact, she figured she might take a jacuzzi bath in the posh marble-floored hotel bathroom. This was the Hilton after all, so she might as well take advantage of it. Her handlers usually put her in cheaper hotels, sometimes even motels, the cheap bastards. But today they'd done well. And best of all, they'd put her in the "Presidential" suite. Oh how she adored the sound of that No matter how luxurious the bathroom's accommodations were, the thought of jumping into the jacuzzi did bring mixed feelings to her, though.

Back home, she and her husband Todd used to always fuck in the jacuzzi. It's probably where most of her kids were conceived.

However, with her busy schedule, she hardly ever saw Todd anymore, and when she did, he didn't seem to be too interested in sex, and she couldn't understand why. Maybe he didn't find her attractive anymore. Worse yet, she'd been starting to suspect that perhaps his recent lack of interest in sex meant that he's probably fucking someone else, like that sexy little 20 something secretary of his with the big tits and high-pitched voice.

Sarah hated that bitch with a passion. Whatever the case, they hadn't done it in months, and Sarah had taken to masturbating, usually with her fingers and sometimes with bananas, but it just wasn't the same. She missed the weight of a man over her in bed and a good hard cock plunging in and out of her pussy.

She didn't do all those vaginal tightening exercises for nothing, you know. Fuck it, Sarah figured. Still lying on the bed, she started peeling off her clothes. First she took off her glasses and laid them down on the nightstand by the bed. Then she rolled her sheer black pantyhose down over her silky smooth legs.

That electrolysis treatment she'd had had left them perpetually smooth, and she loved to rub her hands up and down them, and she did so for a minute or two before she lifted up her back a bit and unzipped her long black, butt-hugging skirt that reached just past her knees. After undoing the zipper, she pulled the skirt down to her feet and kicked it off the bed, onto the floor. Next to go was the light bluish blouse she had on. She unbuttoned the front of it, freeing her large, red lacy bra held her tits.

She tossed off the blouse, and then unhooked and threw off her bra too. At this point she was sprawled out on the king sized bed, with her legs parted, wearing only a pair of red thong panties. She looked over at the wall mirror on the other side of the room, and though her vision was a tad blurry from not having her glasses on, she could see herself there, nearly naked on the bed, with her big, juicy tits hanging out, nipples hardening up in the air conditioner's cool breeze.

She also thought about how fat and ugly most of the Tea Party women in the crowd were, how many were missing teeth, and how much sexier she was than them. Starting to become aroused by her own reflection, she began running her hands up and down her nude body, caressing all around her silky smooth legs, flat stomach, and pointy-nippled, pear-shaped tits.

The booze had gone to her head and she started to become unbearably horny and knew she had to masturbate. So she slid off her panties, brought her fingers to her shaven pussy's slit, and inserted her index and pointer fingers into it. She closed her eyes, thought of Brad Pitt, and lightly fingered herself and flicked around at her clitoris with her thumb. She was just about to get up to grab a banana from the fruit basket sitting on the table in the corner when she heard a sudden knock on the door.

Quickly pulling her fingers away from her pussy, she stumbled up off the bed, ran to the bathroom, put on a white cotton Hilton crested bathrobe, and hurried over to the door. Upon opening it, she saw Peter, one of her young staffers, standing in the hallway with a manila folder in his hand.

I've got a few forms I need you to sign, regarding PAC contributions. Come on in and put the forms on the table over there, by the fruit basket. As Peter nodded, smiled and walked in, Sarah eyed him up. She'd been eying him up for a while, actually. A big, beefy six foot tall young twentyish recent college grad, Peter was muscular and had the dark, handsome Italian features that drove Sarah and most women wild. He looked a bit like Sylvester Stallone from the early Rocky movies and was just as cut and fit.

Sarah personally interviewed him and although he was under-qualified, his movie star looks and physique got him the job. Sarah also liked him because there was something about this particular young man that brought her back to her college days, the happiest times of her life. Quite wild times too. She'd had to make several pay-offs to ensure that no tales of those drunken sex romps, frat house parties, the time she had that double trouble with the quarterback and running back, etc, ever emerged in the press.

All of a sudden Sarah started to feel 20 years younger, like a sorority chick again. Watching this young stud stroll confidently across the plush white carpet of her hotel room turned her on immensely, and by his mere presence she felt transported back in time to those college days that Peter so vividly reminded her of.

Turning around, she slammed and locked the door, then did something she couldn't believe she actually did after she did it. Something she thought she'd never do in front of anyone other than her husband. Maybe it was the booze that made her do it Maybe it was the heat of the moment, lack of recent sex, spousal neglect, who knows Whatever motivated her to do what she did was no longer relevant, though, because Sarah had just taken off her bathrobe and was now standing naked, facing her young staffer.

Not receiving a response, he swiveled his head around towards Sarah and when he saw her standing there naked, he dropped the pen from his hand and managed only to say, "wha She was getting into her bitch mode now. Todd and she always played it rough when they fucked and that's the way she likes it.

Though he'd never been that into MILFs, he and all the other young male staffers always talked about how hot they thought Sarah was and how they'd like to fuck her.

Her rock solid ass and the sexual positions they'd most enjoy putting her in were often topics of discussion when they went out for drinks after work. Peter was so shocked by the whole situation, he could barely muster a response, but he did promptly comply to her demand and tore off his loafers, black socks, beige khakis, navy blue boxer briefs, and white dress shirt in less than 20 seconds.

He now also stood naked, facing Sarah, and his 7 inch cock, thick as a doorknob, was fully erect. Sarah approached him and Peter leaned in to kiss her, but she put her left index finger over his lips and snapped at him "no kissing! He'd never been truly deep-throated before, and it was a sensational feeling. The whole thing was so surreal, he thought, as he glanced down and saw Sarah Palin's lips at the base of his cock.

She started sucking it slow, but soon worked his unit in and out of her mouth at light speed, like a porn star. It was by far the best head he'd ever received.

But it didn't last too long. After about 45 seconds, Sarah got up, looked at him angrily, and walked over to the bed, climbed atop it, and got on all fours, with her gym-sculpted ass pointed high in the air.

Peter followed her, got up on the bed, and Sarah craned her neck around at him and screamed out "put it in my ass, motherfucker! All the college girls he'd been with would never let him. Fucking amazing, he thought. He looked around and didn't see any lube anywhere. He also thought to himself that he might want to put on a condom, but there was no time for that now. With all those kids she'd shitted out and at her age it's unlikely she had any diseases. And if she wasn't asking him to use one, then who cares?

He'd always wanted to go bareback and here was his chance, with Sarah Palin, no less. Looking down between her legs at her shaven pussy, he could see it was wet as anything. So he rubbed his hand on it, around the lips, got his hand all wet with pussy juice, and lathered up his dick with it.

Then he brought his hard cock up to the entrance of her tight little pink asshole and worked it in slowly. At first her ass offered slight resistance, but it was only temporary.

After puncturing the outer rim, his cock slid right in. And damn, it was like heaven to him. Tighter than the virgin pussy he popped back in Freshman year of college. Tighter than anything he'd ever felt. And Sarah was loving it too. She'd always wanted to be fucked in the ass but never had been. One would think she might have, especially after all those drunken romps back in college, but no, never. And Todd never wanted to. He objected to it on "moral grounds," as if he had a problem with sodomy, all the times she sucked his dick and he ate her pussy.

The fucking liar, she thought. Put it all the way in!! She loved how big his cock was.

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  1. Though he'd never been that into MILFs, he and all the other young male staffers always talked about how hot they thought Sarah was and how they'd like to fuck her. She unbuttoned the front of it, freeing her large, red lacy bra held her tits.

  2. Maybe have a relaxing bubble bath. Come on in and put the forms on the table over there, by the fruit basket. She thought of her husband and kids, her family, her supporters.

  3. Maybe it was the booze that made her do it At this point she was sprawled out on the king sized bed, with her legs parted, wearing only a pair of red thong panties.

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