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Chapter Thirteen

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Sable picked up the phone. “Zach?”

“Sheriff’s been arrested by the State Patrol,” I told her as I climbed into the back of the limo, “and I’ve been summoned to the governor’s mansion.”

“Shit,” Sable said. I heard my sister cry out in the background. “What should I do?”

“Take Christina now,” I said. “I want her turned over to my side.”

“And you?” Sable asked. “You’re walking into the governor’s mansion. She’ll have cops.”

“I’ll bring my own,” I said. “It’ll be fine. She wants to gloat. She wants to weaken me. This is a game.”

“Fine,” she said.

I hung up as the limo and my police escort pulled away from the house. I had not expected this. I knew the governor was looking into my father. Good luck with that. I knew who he was. Where he was at. He was a problem for much, much later.

Nisha crossed her arms and legs across from me, thinking. We had plans to make.

Hangs up.

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Sable Newport

“What, what?” Moira demanded. She bounced before me, looking so curious at me.

I flicked my gaze past her to the man kneeling like a bitch in the middle of the room. Mother was kneeling beside him. The man, Mr. Nelson, stared up at me with such eagerness in his eyes. Moira had worked her magic, and now he was my slave.

“Call your wife,” I said. “Think of some excuse that will get her here. An emergency.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said and bounded to his feet.

“What is going on?” Moira asked.

“The governor moved against us,” I said. “Your brother’s on his way to see her.”

“He can’t do that! He can’t trust her!” Moira shook her head. “We should go.”

“We have to take Christina and turn her,” I said, grabbing her arm as she went to the door. “Now, be quiet, he’s about to call her.”

Moira puffed out her cheeks, her purple hair swaying about her face. I understood. This was bad. The sheriff? We relied on his forces. Who would replace him? We would have to make sure we controlled the interim sheriff, too.

Fucking bitch.

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Assistant Chief Cristina Teller

The search of Sheriff Billings’s house continued.

We had arrested the good sheriff having sex with his two underage daughters. He was in the back of the car, the girls crying in another. I had seen far, far worse since I had joined the cult. Underage girls fucked and sacrificed for power.

It was so hypocritical. I was trapped in this awful position, my soul slowly eroding every time I submitted to the chief’s lusts. There was no power in my future like I was promised, just more and more degradation until I was so buried in filth that there was no escape.

My phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and frowned. My husband was calling. I wasn’t wearing body cams like my troopers, but I still didn’t want to take it in earshot of anyone who was recording.

I headed out the backdoor of the house and into the yard. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame. I had Chief Cantwell’s cum in my pussy. He fucked me before sending me on this raid. I was such a whore.

“Yes, Philip?” I asked. “It’s not a good time. We just raided an important person. Big case.”

“I need you to come home. Someone broke into our house.” He paused. “It’s a mess. I don’t know what to do. The house is clear, but… It’s bad.”

I sighed. A break-in. That was all I needed to deal with. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Right away?” he asked. Philip was never this needy. He knew I had an important phone call.

“Yes, yes, right away,” I said. He needed me. I had to go.

I hung up and headed into the house. I found Detective Sergeant Maurice and told him that I had an emergency, and he should finish leading the investigation and the interrogation. He nodded. It would be a long day for him, and it was his case.

I was just overseeing it.

“I’ll be back for the interviews hopefully,” I said and left the same.

I climbed into my Police Interceptor Utility, the SUV that was white with the State Trooper’s silver shield on the door. I climbed in and started the car up. I drove south. It took me nearly an hour to get home. I was wondering what the state of affairs would be.

A break-in? My anger burned. I should find out who did that and have their skin flayed from their body. I knew who could do that. The cult could do some nasty things to people. They would… I shuddered at the dark places my imagination went.

That wasn’t me.

I pulled into my driveway. No cops were here. Maybe they had left by now. I climbed out beside my husband’s car. I headed to the door. I didn’t see any signs of forced entry. It was closed. I reached the door and opened it.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“You have to be calm,” Nisha said.

I arched an eyebrow at her.

“Being angry will just play into the governor’s plans,” she said. “She’ll see how much this hurts you. She wants you dependent on her.”

“Dependent?” I muttered. I frowned. “She’ll want to choose the new Pierce County Sheriff.”

“The interim,” said Nisha. “Until the elections. Then she can get her person in the position.”

“And Billings is just stuck in prison?” I demanded. “I made promises to him. He’s only fucking his daughters because of me.”

Detective Annette Carson glanced at me. She was the only one with me in the back of the SUV. She wore her civilian clothes, a pencil skirt, blouse, and blazer. She didn’t say anything. She knew I was talking with Nisha, whom she thought was an angel.

“Yes,” my thought form said. She folded her arms beneath her large breasts. “He will be going to prison.”

“No way out?” I asked.

“It’s in the press,” she said. “Those allegations are devastating.”

I glanced at Detective Carson. “Do the press know about the sheriff’s arrest?”

Detective Carson nodded. She worked for the sheriffs. “State Troopers put out a press release the moment they arrested him. It’ll be leading all the local news at 5 PM, the papers will have it tomorrow, and it’s already on YouTube. He’s cooked.”

“But he’ll be into the prison system, which we are controlling,” Nisha said. “His daughters can be slipped in. They can keep him company. He’s off the board, for now, but that doesn’t mean we cannot take care of him.”

I leaned back. She was right. He was off the board. “We have to control the new sheriff.” I hesitated. “No, the sheriff department. Let’s unleash the missionaries on them. All deputies converted.” I smiled. “Then the State Troopers. The low-level one. Lay the foundation for Christina to take over.”

“And Chief Cantwell?” asked Detective Carson.

“We kill him,” said Nisha. “We cannot take him down through the legal system. Not with the governor’s control over it. The press will be on her. We could get some rumors out there, but if he dies peacefully in his sleep…”

I nodded. I had killed one man already. Moira had killed another woman in her eagerness to be useful to me. I leaned back in the chair. “We’ll figure out how to kill Chief Cantwell in his sleep once we have the pieces ready to take over the State Troopers.”

“That’s the governor’s power base,” said Detective Carson. “Her personal police force.”

I was feeling so much calmer now. It was disgusting, but that was the game, wasn’t it? “Carson, contact my brother’s lawyer. He’s the sheriff’s attorney. Get him in to meet him and tell him he’ll be taken care of. Just be patient. I’ll meet with him in a few days when things calm down.”

Detective Carson nodded and pulled out her phone. She made the call.

The limo drove south toward Olympia. It took nearly an hour to get there. We made other plans. I spoke with Mrs. Fillmore, the High Priestess of the Cult of Zach and the Angel Nisha. So strange to have a cult named after myself. She sent the missionaries out to seduce people into the growing cult.

Those young women, always accompanied by their husbands, had slept their way through the prison system, enlightening the dangerous men into my service. Now they could do the same to the police.

Plus, they could recruit me some more sexy women to guard me. I would need them.

By the time everything was arranged, we were nearing Olympia. It would be only a little bit more time before we were face-to-face with Governor Christine Locke. I looked at Nisha, and she nodded. We had to discuss our plans to deal with the governor.

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Sheriff Todd Billings

I sat in the interrogation room in the State Trooper station on 112th, my hands cuffed and a cup of water before me. How did this happen? I was supposed to be protected.

The door opened, and a young trooper said, “Your lawyer is here.”

I blinked. Lawyer. I didn’t have a lawyer. The trooper did not look happy. They wanted to interrogate me, but now they had to turn off the recording devices. The light on the camera up in the corner went off.

“Marcus Lindstrom,” the man said who walked in. He wore a cheap suit, his brown hair balding. He pushed up his glasses and set down his briefcase. “Zach has sent me to be your lawyer.”
Hope shone in my eyes. “You’re going to get me off?”

He sighed. “Sadly, no. It’s in the press. You were caught with your daughters. State troopers released some salacious texts and photos, censored just enough to be enticing to the whores in the press. Even if you don’t go to prison, you are done as the sheriff.”

I slumped back.

“But that doesn’t mean Zach has forgotten you,” he said. “You forget that his brother’s followers control the jail. You will have a comfortable cell with your daughters at your side.”

My eyes shot up.

“I’ve already arranged for them to be with ‘family,’” Lindstrom continued. “They’ll be with you when you reach the jail. You’ll be sentenced, of course, and we’ll make sure you end up in Clallam Bay with Charles. All the comforts you can want until Zach is in full power in this state. You’ll be rewarded.” He sighed. “You just got caught up in this contest between Zach and the governor.”

I leaned back. “Okay.”

“So say nothing,” he said. “You’re going to be held without bail. Given the crimes, and your position, it’ll happen.” He smiled at me. “Just have faith, Zach and Charles will take care of you. They took care of me. I’m very happy with my daughter. I understand how a father can feel about his daughters.”

I swallowed and nodded.

“Good, good,” he said. “Just sit tight.”

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

We reached the governor’s mansion. I had Detective Carson and six cops with me. There were four state troopers with rifles out front of the governor’s mansion. They wore their gray-blue uniforms and their campaign hats, looking like statues.

Like the guards at Buckingham Palace.

“Should have brought more cops,” I muttered. I took a deep breath. I wore one of the suits Unthaa made for me. They should have an effect on the governor. “Let’s get this shit over with.”

“Good luck,” Detective Carson said as Ms. Denise came around and opened the door for me.

She was looking delicious in her slutty chauffeur’s outfit. I wanted to bend her over, but I had to deal with the governor. Though, it would be funny to just fuck Ms. Denise right now while the governor was waiting inside for me.

I marched up to the troopers. They didn’t bat an eye. One opened the door for me.

“Zach,” the governor purred as she descended the stairs. She wore a blue pencil skirt and a light-blue blouse, sleeveless and with a V-cut that showed off her large breasts. Her blonde hair framed her beautiful and mature face. “It’s so lovely that you could join me.”

“Always a pleasure to meet you,” I said. She wanted to pretend everything was the same, and I would go along with it. “You are looking fetching in that.”

“This?” she asked, smiling down at me. “Mmm, just something comfortable to wear. The mansion can get a little stuffy. Wasn’t built for the heat of summer, even with the retrofit.”

I laughed. “No one builds houses for summer here.”

“True,” she said as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “Mmm, whoever tailors your suits is a genius. They fit you perfectly.” Her cheeks were blushing red as she approached, her hips swaying and her boobs jiggling. “You are already a handsome man, and your suits… Dashing.”

She slid her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into her kiss. She liked to think she was in charge here. I let her believe that. I kissed her back with passion. She moaned into my lips. It was delicious to make out with her.

My cock ached. I knew what I needed to do.

I broke the kiss and said, “I bet I am so dashing that I make your pussy so wet, you’re soaking your panties right now.”

“I’m not wearing any panties,” she cooed.

I grinned at her. “Naughty slut.”

She laughed wickedly. “Mmm, the summer. You have to dress appropriately.”

I sank to my knees and started pushing up her skirt. It hugged her thighs and hips. The fabric rolled up her smooth legs. I licked my lips, eager to feast on her. I pushed up and up until I exposed her thick, blonde bush.

“My, my, you are soaked,” I said, the tangy aroma of her pussy filling my nose. Dewdrops gleamed on her golden curls. “I should do something about that.”

“It is your fault,” she said, sliding her fingers through my short hair. “Mmm, Zach, you’re such a dashing young man. If only I had met you younger. I could have a better husband than the one I know.”

I winked at her before burying my face into her pussy. Her bush tickled my lips and cheeks. I found the wet folds of her married pussy. My cock was eager to fuck her. To make her squeal like a bitch. She thought she ruled me, but look at how wet she was for me.

She craved me, but I had plenty of pussies in my life. She wasn’t better than Susannah. My mother. My twin sister. Sable. The cops who brought me here. Ms. Denise. The maids. I had plenty of women to enjoy, but…

I gave her something that was rare.

A man who knew how to make her cum hard.

She gripped the back of my head, gasping as I licked through her petals. I didn’t care if she thought I was her submissive. I tamed her pussy with every lick. I lapped at her and gave her the pleasure so she would want me more and more.

So she would need me.

I had the power in the relationship. I just had to exploit it.

“Zach,” she moaned with wanton delight. “Oh, oh, Zach!”

I plunged my tongue into her pussy and swirled around in her. She shuddered. I enjoyed the flavor of her pussy. She had such a delicious one. My tongue stirred her up. She gasped, her back arching. Her boobs jiggled in her top.

“Oh, oh, Zach!” she whimpered.

Her bush tickled my face as she squirmed on me. That was exciting. I loved her moving like that. She gripped the back of my head. It was such a delight to have her groaning like that. It was beautiful to have her moaning and swaying there.

I plunged my tongue into her tangy depths. Her blue eyes burned with delight. I swept around in her. I would make her cum. I stroked bout in her snatch. Her bush tickled my face as I loved her. She gripped the back of my head.

“Oh, oh, Zach,” she groaned. “Mmm, that’s good. Yes, yes, I am so glad you came. I needed this so fucking much!”

“Yes, you did,” I growled. “You need me. No other man pleases you like I do.”

“None,” she whimpered, her tits jiggling in her blouse. “Zach!”

I flicked my tongue through her petals, licking at her. I craved to make her explode. I wanted to drown in her pussy cream. She gasped in delight, her back arching as I tongued through her petals and brushed her clit.

Just for a moment.

A tease.

I lapped at her folds again, gathering up her tangy juices. I loved the taste of the governor’s pussy. She gripped the back of my head, thinking she was in power here. I would make her dependent on me. A slut to me.

My whore.

I lapped at her pussy, giving her so much passion. She groaned as I did that. Her back arched. Her tits jiggled before her. She quivered through her pleasure. I brought her closer and closer to the edge before I went for her clit.

She moaned louder as I teased her. A hand slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. Her tits jiggled beneath. No bra. Her top fell open, her boobs exposed. They were heavy and delicious with pink nipples that begged to be loved.

Still, I had to make her cum. It was time.

I suckled on her clit. She squealed as I did that. My lips nibbled on her bud. My tongue stroked it. Her cream spilled down my chin. She shuddered there as I gave her what she needed. I wanted to make her howl. She tossed her head, her eyes widening beneath my ministration. It was a beautiful thing to do this to her.

I loved her with all that I had. It was just perfect to tease her like this. She trembled as I stroked my tongue. Her bush tickled my face. I suckled hard on her bud. This was it. Her big boobs swayed over my head.

“Zach!” she squealed.

She came.

Her pussy gushed out and drowned me. I licked through her petals as she bucked. Her moans echoed through the mansion. She cried out with such lust as she achieved her pussy. I devoured her passion, loving her tangy delight.

Her hand relaxed on the back of my head as she swayed. Her head threw back, her gasps so beautiful. I licked through her petals, brushing her clit. I sent passion through her. Juices dripped down my chin. She gasped out again.

“Oh, oh, I need you, Zach,” she moaned.

I rose and cupped her face. “You do.”

I kissed her with lips stained in her pussy juices. She moaned, melting into them. I could not wait to bring her down. I would enjoy crushing her, but I had to be ready. She moaned, her tongue dancing with mine. I cupped her tits now. I squeezed them. Played with them.

I loved how soft they felt in my hands. A mother’s tits. I swept my thumbs out, caressing over her nipples. She groaned into my lips. My cock was so hard. I was so ready to fuck her. To just bend over like a whore.

So I broke the kiss and spun her around. She gasped as shoved her onto the stairs. She fell on her knees on them. She was at the right height, with the right elevation, to be fucked. She threw a wild look over her shoulder.

“Pound my pussy, Zach!” she hissed. “I need it. I need that cock in me!”

“Yes, you do,” I said, grinning.

I undid my belt and shoved off my pants. My cock popped out, framed by the tails of my dress shirt. I did my cufflinks and rolled up my sleeves. I removed my tie lastly. I threw it down to the ground and gripped her hips.

I lined up my cock at her pussy. My dick nuzzled into the wet folds of her pussy. She trembled and pressed back. Her twat devoured the tip of my dick. I groaned in delight at that. I smiled from ear to ear before I thrust into her cunt.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s good. That’s so good.”

I groaned in delight as I slid into her pussy. She felt so damned good around my dick. I slid into her married depths. She felt perfect around my dick. I smiled from ear to ear as I drew back my rod. I grunted at the heat of her snatch around my cock.

I plowed back into her pussy. I fucked her deep and hard. She gasped in delight as I plowed into her with everything that I had. It was just a delight to hammer her like this. I fucked her with all that I had. I churned her up.

“Oh, my god!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Oh, yes, yes, you’re such a stud!”

“And you’re such a slut for my cock, Governor!” I groaned.

“Yes, yes, I am,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, but don’t forget I own your cock!”

“Yes, Governor,” I said, playing along.

I owned her pussy.

She squeezed her cunt down on my cock. I fucked her with force. I loved plowing into her snatch like this. She gasped out in delight as I buried into her cunt over and over again. She clamped her twat down on me.

The pressure built and built in my nuts. I smiled, fucking her hard. Her butt-cheeks rippled from the force of my thrusts. Her moans echoed through the mansion. She had servants working here. They heard her being a whore.

My whore.

“Zach!” she whimpered.

“Governor,” I growled. “Fuck, that’s good!”

She whimpered, nodding. Her blonde hair flew as she tossed her head. She was close to cumming. I knew I was. I would just spurt into her cunt. I would erupt into her with all that I had. It would be so good. She clamped down on me. It was just a wonderful rush to plow into her snatch.

I could not wait to cum in her twat. I wanted to erupt into her with all that I had. It would be so amazing. She gasped out in delight, her head tossing. I enjoyed the feel of her gripping my rod. She squeezed her snatch down on me.

“Please, please, please,” she whimpered. “I’m going to burst. I’m going to explode so hard!”

“That’s right!” I growled. “You’re going to cum like a slut on my cock, Governor!”

I buried into her cunt.

“Zach!” she squealed.

Her pussy went wild around my cock. She spasmed as I pumped away at her. I loved her orgasm cry echoing through the room. I fucked her hard, my nuts tightening. I hammered her spasming snatch. She needed my cum.

I buried into her cunt and gave it to her.

“Governor!” I snarled and flooded her pussy.

I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her pussy. She rippled around my cock. It was just so good to dump my load into her. She moaned, her cunt writhing around my dick. I filled her to the brim with all that spunk.

My nuts twitched as I dumped my load into her. I groaned, gripping her hips as her pussy suckled at my dick. He wanted my cum. She craved every drop. Her back arched as her silky snatch spasmed around my spurting rod.

“Take it!” I growled and spurted every last drop into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her back arching. Her cunt rippled around me.

I fired the last of my cum into the slut’s pussy. She trembled, her snatch rippling around me as her orgasm swept through her. Anger swelled in me. This bitch was interfering in my domain, but I had to be careful.

I did want to fuck her asshole hard.

Chapter Fourteen

Governor Christine Locke

He ripped his cock out of my twat, slid it up, and found my asshole.

“Yes,” I hissed, so lost to lust. “Fuck my asshole! Bugger me!”

The thrust against my anal ring. I shuddered at that burning heat. My asshole widened more and more. It was just a delicious rush to have him drilling against my backdoor. Cum dripped down my thighs. He filled me up with so much spunk.

This was just such a wonderful moment. I threw a look over my shoulder at him as my anal ring surrendered. He was so young and handsome. Dashing. I shuddered as his cock slid into my asshole. I was glad my husband was out camping with the kids.

I had to stay home to deal with affairs of state, of course.

Mmm, I love my affair with Zach.

His cock slid deeper and deeper into my bowels. I shuddered, squeezing down on him. I loved his cock sinking to the hilt in me. That was just such a delicious moment. I groaned at the warmth of his thick shaft in me. His bush tickled my butt-cheeks.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned. “That’s good. That’s so good. Zach.”

“Yes, it is, Governor,” he growled.

He drew back his cock. My bowels melted around him. I shuddered, more cum spilling down on my thighs. It felt so good to have his cock sliding into my bowels. I shuddered as his cock buried back into my asshole.

He fucked me with that thick shaft. I groaned, reveling in him burying into my anal sheath again and again. He plowed over and over into my asshole. My bowels melted around him. I gasped out with delight as he buggered me.

My anal sheath gripped his cock. I loved him fucking me like this. He buried into me with all that he had. I shuddered as he filled me up with that thick shaft. I rocked back and forth as he buried into me with all that he had.

“Zach! Zach!” I moaned.

“Damn,” he growled. “Let me feel that slutty asshole convulsing around my dick, Governor!”

“You will!”

I was so lost to the heat burning through me. I didn’t care about anything else as he fucked me. He buried to the hilt in my asshole. It was just a delicious treat. He thrust deep and hard into my bowels. I gasped as he did that. It was so good to have him thrusting away at my anal sheath. I loved it.

He grunted, fucking my bowels with force. It was just so good to have him burying into me like that. I groaned, my anal sheath clamping down on him. He churned me up with all that he had. I loved the girth of him.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, Zach!”

Every thrust into my asshole brought me closer and closer to cumming. I loved it. I shuddered, reveling in this thick shaft burying into my anal sheath. I shuddered, my anal sheath gripping his dick. I loved that thick shaft hammering me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned. “Zach!”

“Governor!” he growled.

He thrust into my bowels with all that he had. He churned me up. I rose and rose toward that explosion. I shuddered there on the wooden stairs. I didn’t care about the pain in my knees as that amazing cock hammered me.

“You’re going to suck my cock clean like a whore, Governor!” he roared.

“Yes!” I squealed as he buried into me. “I will!”

I detonated.

My asshole writhed around his cock. Stars flashed across my vision. I trembled through that wonderful ecstasy as he fucked my spasming bowels. Juices flooded down my thighs. My voice echoed through the room.

“Fuck!” Zach growled as he gave me what I needed.

He buried into my asshole and erupted.

Hot cum jetted into my spasming flesh. That was so good. I shuddered, my anal sheath writhing around that big dick. My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned through so much passion. It was just so glorious.

“Zach!” I cried out.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Such a slut, Governor!”

He pumped his cum into my anal sheath. I trembled in delight as he filled me up with more and more blasts of his spunk. My eyes rolled back in my head. A third glorious orgasm swept through me. My bowels suckled at him.

Spurt after spurt of his cum filled me up. I loved it. I shuddered through it all, gasping out my delight. He groaned as he dumped that hot spunk into me. I made him feel so good. He would be my slave because I needed this cock.

“Zach!” I gasped as he erupted one last time.

“Suck my dick clean now, slut,” he growled, ripping his cock out of my asshole, my orgasm still rushing through me.

I turned and sat on the stairs before him. Cum spilled out of my asshole and pussy onto the hundred-year-old hardwood. I gripped his cock and opened my mouth. I wouldn’t do this for any but this dashing stud.

I engulfed his cock.

“Governor,” he growled in delight.

The sour flavor of my asshole suffused his dick. He smiled down at me as I suckled on him. My cheeks hollowed as I worked my mouth up and down him. That was good. I swirled my tongue down around his shaft.

I whimpered around his cock as his cum spilled out onto the hardwood floors. The servants would have to clean it up. I didn’t care. My cheeks hollowed as I suckled on him. I nursed so hard on that delicious shaft.

“Damn,” he groaned, his fingers sliding through my blonde tresses. “You’re such a slut, Governor.”

I winked at him.

My tongue swirled around that thick shaft, polishing his pole. I suckled on him with all that I had. It was just so good to nurse with all that I had. He growled in delight as I bobbed my head. I suckled and slurped on him.

His cock twitched in my mouth. He built and built toward the moment he would cum in my mouth. He would flood me with all that he had. It would be incredible to have that cum spurting from his cock. I nursed on him with all that I had.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned. “Don’t you stop. That’s good. That’s so fucking good. Governor, you dirty whore! Polish my pole!”

I purred around his cock. I loved him calling me this. None of my other lovers dared.

He was bold. Dashing.

The sour flavor of my asshole vanished. I groaned, missing it, but I still had the promise of his cum. He would pump all that jizz into my mouth. I craved him doing that. I suckled on him with all that I had. He growled his pleasure.

He throbbed in my mouth. It was just such a great moment. I rose and rose toward that moment when I would cum. I suckled and slurped on him with all that I had. I put my passion into blowing him. I wanted his cum.

Craved it.

He grunted as I suckled on him. A big smile spread on his lips as I loved every bit of his dick. I slurped on him. It was so good to blow him like this. Drool dripped down my chin as I bobbed my head.

“Damn, Governor,” he groaned.

He was close.

My tongue stroked around the crown of his dick. I slid across the tip, brushing the slit. The salty flavor of his precum soaked my taste buds. I moaned around his cock. He gripped a fistful of my hair. My boobs swayed beneath me.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Shit, that’s it!”

He erupted.

His cum pumped into my mouth. I loved that jizz spurting over and over from his dick. I swallowed that jizz. It was such a delicious treat. He erupted again and again. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Damn,” he groaned. “Damn, that’s good. Shit, shit, that’s fantastic.”

He filled my mouth to the brim with his cum. I groaned around his cock. His seed warmed my belly. I gulped it down as fast as I could. I was so happy. My heart pounded in my chest as he grunted one last time.

He fired a last blast of his cum into my mouth.

“Governor,” he groaned.

I popped my mouth off his dick and glanced to the right. One of the slaves was standing there in a slutty maid’s outfit. She had red hair. Zach noticed her and frowned. He recognized her from the party where he was inducted into the order.

I slid my mouth off his cock and said, “Yes, slave?”

“Supper is ready,” she said.

“Wonderful,” I said and rose to my feet, my tits bobbing. “I had some quail prepared. They’re delicious.”

He grinned. “Sounds wonderful.”

I sauntered forward, my skirt around my waist. I shoved it down, my tits bouncing. The maid didn’t comment on it. I used the slaves when I didn’t have my husband around. I reached the dining room. There were two places set up, one at the head and one to the right. The food was already on it, the wine poured.

“I have a delightful wine from Walla Walla,” she said. “Did you know we made wine in Walla Walla? Not just onions. It’s good, too. Better than that swill from Napa Valley.”

“I did not know that,” he said.

I sat at the head of the table. He had tucked his cock away. He sat and smiled at me. He picked up his glass. “To a delicious evening.”

“Yes,” I purred as we tinked glasses.

I took a deep sip, thirsty. “Mmm, that’s good.”

I nodded.

“I noticed you brought more cops than normal,” I said, playing coy.

“You arrested my sheriff today,” he countered. Not a hint of denial. He took his knife and fork and tore into the quail. “It seemed prudent.”

“Me?” I asked. “You think I arrested your sheriff?”

“Your State Troopers did.” He shot me a glance. “I thought we were friends. In fact, didn’t we become more than friends?”

“He was fucking his daughters,” I said. “It was out of my hands. Nasty stuff. And the press already got wind. Nothing I could do.”

“Ah,” he said. “Well, that does happen. A man shouldn’t let his secrets out, right?”

I smiled at him and took a bite of my own quail. It was delicious. The meat juicy and succulent. “Mmm, that’s good.” I sipped my wine. “Of course, I’ll have to appoint an interim sheriff.”

“I can’t wait,” he said, taking another bite. “Any other investigations?”

“Oh, like your county executive or your mayor?” I smiled at him, letting him stew. “Well, we can’t ruin Tanisha. I have plans for her, but your county executive, well, I’m sure he’s up to some naughty things, too, but that’s life.”

“Right, right, it’s just how things go,” he said and smiled at me.

I grinned back at him and took another bite of my quail. It was delicious.

He wiped his mouth and rose to his feet. I blinked at that. He marched around the table. Then he grabbed me by the hair, yanked me over the table, and shoved me down on it. My wine knocked over, staining the fabric.

He flipped my skirt up before I knew what was happening.

CRACK!

I gasped as he spanked me.

That bold, dashing—

CRACK!

I squealed at the stinging pain. This wild surge of delight swept through me. Was this revenge for the sheriff? It was so… so…

CRACK!

“Zach!” I squealed as the pain exploded across my butt-cheek. It burned so wonderfully. So perfectly. I shuddered in delight, shocked that he could do this to me. “You bad, bad boy. Did you forget—”

CRACK!

He didn’t say a word. His face was impassive. He didn’t even hold me down. I could get up, but…

CRACK!

I squealed again at the burning heat blazing across my butt-cheeks.

CRACK!

“Why?” I groaned. “Angry.”

“When you’ve done something wrong, you should be punished,” he said.

CRACK!

I squealed again. The pain burned through me. God, he was so dominant. So strong. I just wanted to serve him. This was all so glorious. My asscheeks burned, my pussy dripping from his strength. I had to channel his ardor toward the perfect goal.

CRACK!

The pain burst through my butt-cheek. That felt so good. Then something speared into my cunt. His dick. His big, thick, glorious cock. I squealed like a whore. I came right there on the spot, my pussy writhing around his dick.

He didn’t fuck me, either. He just groaned and savored my cunt writhing about him. It wasn’t a huge orgasm, but it was so delicious. I whimpered in delight as my cunt suckled at him. I smiled from ear to ear at how good this was.

“Zach!” I groaned.

He drew back his cock. That felt so glorious. It was amazing to have him doing that. I shuddered, loving that thick shaft pumping away at me. It was just a delicious treat to have him doing that to me. He buried into me again and again.

I groaned at the heat of this moment. The warmth of his big dick fucking me. It was glorious. I gasped as he plowed into me with so much force. He churned me up. I groaned in delight, savoring every moment of it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped.

His crotch smacked into my rump. My butt-cheeks burned from where he spanked me. He disciplined me, and now he fucked me. It was just what I needed from him. I was so glad for it. I gasped out in delight as he churned me up.

My pussy clamped down on him. I wiggled my hips, knowing I would have a huge explosion on him. The best orgasm of the night. He slammed into me. I moaned, staring at my plate of food. He churned me up. The stain of wine reached my cheek.

I breathed in its wonderful aroma as he pounded me. The table shook. The silverware clattered. He grunted, hammering me with all that might. He knew how to fuck a woman. He had such skill. I shuddered, my cunt melting around him.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Yes, yes, you love my dick!”

“I fucking do,” I moaned.

“Governor,” he groaned. “That pussy!”

“You love my pussy!” I moaned. “It’s the best pussy ever!”

“It fucking is,” he growled and hammered me.

I shuddered at his words. I loved this cock. I needed this cock. This bold man. I wanted him to be my husband, but the scandal would be too much. Still, when I was president, he would be in my cabinet. He would be fucking me over the Oval Office. Ba’al Zaphon would destroy the other cults’ grip on America.

Zach would be the key.

I squeezed my cunt down on him. He grunted, fucking me so hard. So fast. It was just so good. I groaned, rushing toward my climax. I could not wait to explode on his dick. I wiggled my hips as he hammered me.

“Together,” I groaned, “we’re going to elevate Ba’al Zaphon’s cult! We’re going to break Molech’s, Nergal’s, and Astarte’s grip on America. Oh, oh, yes!”

“I know,” he growled. “I will destroy them.”

He slammed into me with such passion. I loved it. I squealed in delight as he buried into me again and again. It was just glorious to have him plowing into me. I shuddered, my pussy melting around him. Only a few more strokes.

The passion he possessed made me shiver. I whimpered as he slammed to the hilt in me. I clamped down on him. This was such a perfect delight. He slammed mot the hilt in my cunt. I squealed out in delight.

My orgasm exploded in me.

“Zach!” I gasped.

My cunt writhed around his cock. He grunted, fucking me so hard. So fast. It was just delicious to have him pumping away at me. I enjoyed every last second of this. It was so perfect. My snatch rippled around him, mind drowning in ecstasy. This bliss consumed me.

“Governor!” he growled and buried into me.

He erupted.

He pumped his cum into my pussy. His hot jizz flooded me again. I squealed in delight, my married twat worshiping his dick. It was just incredible. He spurted blast after blast of his cum into my snatch. I squealed out my delight. I was so happy.

“Oh, oh, Zach!” I gasped.

“Shit!” he growled, spurting all that cum into me. “Governor!”

I milked him dry. I worked out all that cum from his balls. He groaned as he pumped every last bit of spunk into me. He filled me to the brim with his spunk. I shuddered at the feel of all that cum in me. A big smile spread on my lips.

“Zach,” I groaned.

He ripped his cock out of my cunt, returned to his seat, and took another bite of the quail. “Just delicious.”

“Oh, you naughty boy,” I moaned. “I am going to have to tie you down tonight. Just ride you like a stud and cuddle up to you.”

“You do what you have to do, Governor,” he said, smiling at me. His eyes flicked to the redhead. Did he want to enjoy her, too.

No, his eyes returned to me. He was mine. I sat, feeling the burning heat, and knew he would be the key to destroying the other cults. I had to make him wholly dependent on me. He needed my pussy so much. I ruled him.

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