Presidents in Private: Sarah Palin - Sex Stories

Presidents in Private: Sarah Palin

... by god, I do need more black voters. So it always looks good to be surrounded by one of them." The older man forced a smile, trying hard not to be insulted by her racist remarks. She sipped the drink again, smiling at him. "You know, but now I'm kinda curious... So, take off your pants, you two." The two men stared at each other, not sure if they heard right. "Uh, excuse me, Mrs..." Joe said confused when she suddenly brought up her leg and her pointy high-heel hit him against his crotch. Not too hard, but hard enough for him to understand that if she wanted, she could hit a lot harder. "Go on," she said. "Take off your pants." While Joe was still hesitating, the dumb kid, used to get ordered around, had quickly unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the ground. He was wearing checkered boxer shorts that were way too bulky for him. Slowly, Joe opened his belt and stripped his own pants down, his white briefs spanning tight under his middle-age belly. Sarah sipped her drink again, eyeing them both for a while. "Alright," she said finally. "I can't tell from here, so take off the panties, boys." This time it was Joe who obeyed first, sighing and just wanting to get this over with, whatever it was. He pulled down the briefs, revealing his flaccid cock hanging down under his black, curly pubes. Leroy suddenly blushed like a teenage girl and hesitated, taking his boxers off inch by inch, until he could no longer hide his cock. He was shaved, and while she was staring at it he ...

... began to grow harder and longer, obviously aroused by the situation. "Mmh, you like that, kid?" Mrs. Palin purred, suddenly pulling up her skirt. She slid down on the sofa until she was sitting right on the edge, spreading her legs towards them where they could see her pink panties. "Well, then get down on your knees and lick me, kid," she said to Leroy, then turned her attention back to Joe. The young man instantly dropped to his knees and hesitantly bent forward between the woman's legs, running his tongue crudely along her thighs and across the panties in her crotch. She sighed. "Do I need to show you everything?" she asked, impatiently pulling her underpants aside and baring her long, lose, wet labia, surrounded by thick brunette pubic hair. Eagerly trying to please, he began to run his tongue all around it. "Alright Joe," she said to the black man. "I guess for a fair comparison, yours needs to be hard too, so come on over here." She patted the seat next to her on the sofa. Joe slowly warmed up to the situation and stepped closer, placing one leg on the sofa when she already bent forward to him, grabbing his member with one hand. She held it over her glass and dipped it into the drink. The frosty sensation of the ice cold whisky took his breath at first, and he worried he wouldn't be able to get hard at all when she already put the alcohol-soaked dick between her lips, her tan lipstick forming a nice contrast to his dark foreskin. She began to suck, expertly, like he had ...