Governor's Girlfriend

Susie Brock was a prodigy, at least somewhat, having skipped a grade in junior high, and therefore was a senior in a high school class that had some 18 year olds. She was quite pretty, with light brown hair, which was nearly blonde, long legs, and a fine figure. She was also unattached at the moment, despite being well developed for her age. 

Her last boyfriend had a double standard, and he dumped her as a "slut" for putting out too soon. He was such a jerk, she realized, and she realized like that he, like most people of both sexes his age (17), was rather immature. Susie liked being a "slut", and wore it as a badge of honor, as she simply enjoyed sex without any hangups about it.

Her family had emigrated from England when she was 12, so she had some experience and perspective about the world, and she definitely wanted to go into some form of political life, whether in her native country, or if she became naturalized, in the U.S. She had started working as an intern in the office of Bruce Calahan, the youngest Governor in the history of Massachusetts- at 35.

Governor Calahan was single, which meant that he was still undisputedly free to sleep with any girls he liked, and he did.
The Governor's Mansion was abuzz with rumors about his swinging lifestyle, but evidently the voters of Massachusetts had chosen not to judge him for that. He was Catholic, like most Irishmen in the state, but he hardly seemed to attend Mass except on Christmas and Easter. He also had a pair of twins born to him out of wedlock, for whom he paid consistent child support and with whom visited and attempted to maintain a good parental relationship. 

He had definitely noticed Susie, after all, what straight guy wouldn't? She was hot, and she oozed sexuality and intellect in her every look, as well as showing it in her eyes. He really wanted her, but would she put out? Every time he heard that delightful British accent of hers, he would get off from the sheer exotic sex appeal of it. He was a patriotic American, but liking a foreigner was hardly treason. He wondered what would get her to give it up.

One day, however, he noticed her reading a copy of Jean-Paul Sartre's "Existentialism And Human Emotions", one of his favorite philosophy books. He was really into philosophy, and he just knew that she was a like minded woman. "Fascinating book, isn't it, Miss Brock?", he finally spoke up, scaring her a little since she hadn't seen him behind her. He had earned the nickname "The Lurker" a long time ago, because of his bizarre capacity for sneaking up on people.

"Sir, I was just taking a break- I didn't mean to neglect my job, I promise you.", she said with a certain degree of fear. Here was her boss, and she had been caught slacking off on the job! She could be fired for this, so she had to show contrition. "Relax, Miss Brock, I won't fire you for taking a break to read this book- this time. Normally, we only give breaks to full-time staff, but I will let you off with a warning this once. However, I do want you to visit me at the Mansion tonight, because I find few people who have an interest in philosophy, especially something so advanced as Existentialism.", he made it clear with his voice that "No" was an inadvisable response.

"Yes, Governor, I'll be good from now on, and I will meet you at the Mansion, since it is a Friday, anyway. I will just tell my parents that I had to catch up on my studies, so I went to the library.", she answered quickly.

When she got to the Mansion, the Gov greeted her in person, which surprised her a great deal. "I let the staff take the evening off, with pay.", he told her. This was a surprise, but she wasn't going to comment on it. She was in enough trouble as it was, she understood clearly enough. What about Sartre did he want to discuss, or was there some other motive? Susie was a smart girl, so she knew of the Governor's reputation, and liking powerful men, she often fantasized about serving him in his private life as well as his public capacity.

They sat down at the dining table, and he brought out a fine dish, which he had apparently made himself. He can cook!, she realized.
There was an excellent Chinese stir fry, with chicken-flavored rice, and some rather succulent chicken, cooked properly to avoid salmonella, not dry as chicken tends to be at its worst. "Go ahead and eat, Miss Brock. We can talk as we dine.", he invited her.

She chowed down rather quickly, being famished by now, and he was putting some of it back too. He was also drinking, she noticed with some unease, as she saw a bottle of a locally brewed beer in his hand.
He couldn't legally offer her some, but she did get some nice non-alcoholic cider.

"Well, Miss Brock, I am rather impressed at your intellectual pursuits, though it disturbs me to think of you neglecting your duties. I hope that you have a well-rounded life, not just one-dimensional. Philosophy is good, people don't study it enough, but you need a personal life as well, young lady. Tell me, where do you plan to attend college?", he spoke, clearly trying to break the proverbial ice, and make her feel less awkward about essentially being on a 1st date with the Governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. 

Susie blushed a little, despite having some experience with men, because this was the most eligible bachelor she had ever met. "Harvard or Yale, if I can get admitted, and borrow enough cash.", she finally stammered. Calahan beamed, "I am a Harvard alumnus, you know. I can perhaps help you get into that school, if you pay better attention to your work and studies. It will help if you and I get to know each other better, too." There was no longer any doubt- he was coming on to her, and she was not being harassed per se, because he was at home, and he was not threatening her with a loss of a job, but rather offering her a bribe she couldn't resist.
Harvard?, she thought, as her heart pounded in her bosom. What she wouldn't do to get into there!

It's not as if she were paid for sex, she realized, but still, it was a quid pro quo, involving a man she had wanted to fuck anyway. "Just how much better, sir? Do you mean s-e-x?", she spelled it out. "Well, I am not going to force it on you, but that would certainly help us know each other more intimately, as Bertrand Russell once claimed.", he replied. Quoting Russell was just icing on the cake- he was clearly not going to let her feel bad about spreading her legs for him. She knew it; this powerful man was her best chance of getting into college, plus the sheer excitement of being seduced by a politician was getting her pussy wet.

"Alright, sir, I'll do it, on the understanding that I am not your girlfriend- yet. I can't be your girlfriend, until I know that you are no longer determined to swing. I'll share a best friend with benefits, but not a boyfriend, because a long-term relationship has to be exclusive with me.", she answered him quickly, but nervously. What was she doing?, she wondered for a second; here was the governor, and she was setting terms with him. She might blow the Harvard thing altogether, but she had to insist on her principles. He had his, so did she. She didn't think that swinging was wrong, per se, but it was wrong for her, because she needed monogamy.

"Very well, my dear. I will have a casual relationship with you for the time being, which works because we will be apart when you are at college, hopefully Harvard." He moved toward her, then he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, then unstrapped her bra, and began to massage her breasts. She was relaxing, and even more so after he lifted her skirt, removed it, and pulled down her panties, without even touching her shoes. He then took those off her, and got down to where he could eat her pussy. He noticed that it was shaven, and he eagerly ate it for what seemed like forever. His tongue was doing exquisite things to her sex, as were his lips. It was an amazing sight to her- the Governor was eating her out!

He wouldn't stop licking and nibbling her pussy, and then he drop his pants, and pulled her down under the dining table to get on top of him in a 69. The feeling of his mouth on her cunt was positively wonderful, and she was getting a great sensation now in her own mouth- his hard, sizable cock, which was now erect at 9 inches! How did he get a massive phallus, she wondered, as she gulped it down, deep-throating him the best she could. Her normally sized jaws had trouble holding this cock, so she gagged a little, but she kept on sucking, because this was definitely a case of bragging rights! Finally, he had mercy on her, and came into her gullet, gushing his sperm out, and allowing her to release his cock from her mouth, while her own climax emerged, with the steady crescendo of erotic ecstasy.

He still had his shirt on, but now he took it off, and she saw his chest hair, which was thick and really created the impression of manly prowess. He put her down on the hard floor, spread her cheeks, and began fingering her ass and cunt, before mounting her doggie-style, which gave her the most pleasure, as she felt his powerful, muscular body thrusting into her young, tight cunt, riding her thighs, and pushing his balls against her. He kept fingering her ass at the same time, getting her as horny as she possibly could be.

"Oh, darling- I mean, Governor, you are so splendidly large- I shall not be able to hold out much longer, sir!", she excitedly announced, as he probed her ruthlessly with his cock. He reamed her a little longer, making her cum on his cock for the first time, and that pushed him over the brink, to feel her youthful, adolescent girl-juices soaking his penis. He unleashed a furious load, emptying his scrotum for the 2nd time into her. "Tommorrow, dear girl, we'll do anal, but I think that you need to get home soon, don't you?", he told her. 

"Governor, I meant what I said before, but is there anyway you could pass up other women for the rest of my internship? I would be your girlfriend then, and a few months of experimenting with monogamy won't bore you too much, will it? We could break up amicably at the end of the school year- I just can't resist the thought of telling my friends that I'm the Governor's girlfriend. I promise you, I'll return the favor, and only be you're little tart, OK?", she begged for his approval, and he thought for a second, then said, "Very well, I'll try it- at least I will be able to say that I have an English ex-girlfriend, which is not that common for an Irishman in Mass-achusetts!", he commented. 

She smiled as she got in her car, headed home, knowing that he wouldn't be the only one proud of his ex!

(See part 2 for more details of their unusual affair. Note: the female character is based on a real person, but the name is slightly different, as far as I know, nothing like this happened to her in real life. The male character is totally fictitious, of course, as there is no Governor Calahan of Massachusetts.)