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  Governor Sara Polan is Mated by the Moose Monster

  by Amanda Clover

  @amandasmut

  This book and all its contents are copyright 2013 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes.

  This work is an act of parody. No characters appearing in it are meant to represent any real persons, living or dead. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18.

  “Can we run these hippies over with the truck?” asked Governor Sara Polan.

  Bill, her long-time driver, chuckled and said, “No, ma’am. I think state police might have a problem with it.”

  They were approaching the planned media event at the Global Oil drilling rig. The local environmentalists had evidently caught wind Governor Polan was coming. Shouting protestors lined the road, waving signs opposing the drilling and the construction of the pipeline through the Alaskan Wildlife Refuge. As the motorcade drove closer to the fenced drilling site Sara could see the satellite masts of the news vans.

  “Oh jeez,” complained Governor Polan. “Will you look at all those lamestream media trucks. I hope at least Foxxx News is here.”

  “There’s a Foxxx truck,” said the driver.

  “Whew! God bless America. Does my hair look good?” She flipped down the visor and inspected her carefully-piled chestnut hair. She had some highlights added and a bit more curl done at the salon. It was just a little morale boost after the letdown of the presidential campaign. Yep, she decided, her hair looked great.

  She lowered her gaze to her impressive cleavage framed by the red of her jacket. Even in early spring her breasts were nicely tanned thanks to her official governor’s tanning bed. She kept up with her running too. She never missed a day and it showed in her slender waist and firm butt in her black miniskirt. Nobody knew it, but under the skirt and her top she was wearing her power lingerie. It was her favorite crimson and lace bra, panty and garter to give her a little extra mojo. She called it “going rogue” because she was a rogue and she was pretty sure rogue was also a French word for red.

  She lowered her trademark glasses and gave herself a wink.

  "Maverick,” she whispered.

  The state police cars pulled up just outside the gate and Bill pulled the SUV in among them. Sara got out quickly, but not before a weird looking hippie ran out of the crowd and grabbed her hands. He was big and scary, with long, black hair, an eagle-beak nose and features that were at least part native.

  “Governor, you have to listen to me!” he shouted and pulled at her hands. "You have to cancel the drilling!"

  “Are you wearing a beaded headband? Yuck. Get away from me! You smell like jazz cigarettes!” Governor Polan tried to pull her hands away.

  “This drilling will awaken an ancient spirit,” said the man. “It protects the tundra from harm. It’s the great moose spirit called the Moosedigo and it will hold you responsible for what is happening here!“

  Bill and the state police grabbed the crazy hippie and wrestled him away from Sara. He continued to yell about the Moosedigo until they cuffed him and threw him in a police cruiser. Sara was used to hippies and liberals angry at her for just about everything. She straightened her coat, checked to make sure her American flag pin was still in place, and walked inside the drilling operation.

  In front of all the cameras, press and officials, Governor Polan gave a speech about how the drilling would benefit Alaska and America. She included some homespun anecdotes about her husband, Rodd, working as a roughneck in the oil fields, she made jokes about the protestors, and she even brought up the time a humpback whale attacked her boat and she had to shoot it in the head with her Dirty Harry Magnum.

  “My point is,” she said wrapping up. “This won’t be another Exxon Valdez. It’s not possible. And I’m so happy with all of the safety and eco precaution structures that Global Oil has put in to enhance the wildlife. The mooses are safe and America’s oil independence is finally here and also...”

  There was scattered applause that came mostly from the Global Oil workers. Sara’s head hurt, but she knew she had to do at least one interview as part of her agreement with Global Oil.

  Luckily, she spotted a leggy blonde she recognized among the press. It was Megyn Kolby, from Foxxx News. The tall anchor with the feathered hair swept across her forehead had interviewed Sara more than once at the Foxxx studio. She was wearing a hip-hugging, sleeveless purple dress with a frilly collar that caressed her cleavage. It was an eye-poppingly inappropriate outfit for an Alaska drilling rig. Sara waved to her.

  “Hey there, Governor,” said Megyn as she hurried over. “Can we do a quick interview?”

  “You betcha, Megyn.” Sara was all smiles. “Let’s go over to the chief engineer’s office.”

  Sara sat at the chief engineer’s desk under the big Global Oil logo on the wall. She toyed with a die cast model of the upright drilling rig as Megyn interviewed her. It was a friendly interview and Sara rattled off her talking points and got in a few plugs for her book. Megyn ended with a few questions about the recent presidential campaign, giving Sara a chance to bemoan the “dangerous direction of the country I love so much.” When it was over, the crew cleared the room so that Megyn and Sara could catch up. It had been months since they had seen each other.

  The door closed with a click. Megyn smiled and got up from her chair. Her hips swayed as she sauntered around to Sara’s side of the desk. She leaned against the desk and teased her finger over her lower lip.

  “So, Sara Barracuda, how have you really been?” asked Megyn.

  Sara smiled with satisfaction, glad to see the blonde’s pent-up heat finally boiling over. She reached out and teased the hem of Megyn’s dress.

  “Have you been thinking about the last time you interviewed me all those months ago?”

  Megyn nodded.

  “And…did you want something?” asked Sara, expectantly.

  Megyn sighed loudly, her breasts shaking with the force of her exhalation. Sara could see Megyn's hard little nipples straining beneath the taut fabric over her chest.

  “I need that fucking pussy so bad,” moaned Megyn. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Please…”

  The tall blonde fell to her knees next to Governor Polan’s chair.

  “…I’ll do it even better than last time.”

  Sara rotated slowly and spread her knees apart so that Megyn could get a look at the silky triangle of panties between her legs.

  “Sounds like you have a gay agenda,” said Sara as she lifted her skirt up her waist to reveal her garters stretched over her toned thighs. Megyn seemed mesmerized by the sight of Sara's tan legs and her panty-clad sex, so Sara reached down to the back of the blonde anchor's head and gave her a little encouragement. Broken from her trance, Megyn fell forward, her arms across Sara's thighs as she pressed her face between her legs and kissed the warm softness of Sara's mound through her panties.

  "Oh my god, yes." Megyn inhaled loudly through her nose. Her fingers hooked into the front of Sara's panties and she yanked them aside, exposing the freshly-waxed flesh beneath. Sara moaned as Megyn's hot breath and hotter tongue explored her outer folds.

  The TV anchor's fingers opened Sara up. Megyn made eye contact with Sara as she divided Sara's velvet lips with her tongue. Sara squirmed and pulled Megyn's head with both hands. Megyn's tongue drove deep and she sucked as she tasted Sara's delicious cunt honey.

  "You're better at that than Hannidy,"
moaned Sara.

  "Mmmmmm," Megyn smacked her lips on Sara's slippery sex. "That blockhead has no idea how to handle a woman. Do I need to remind you that I do?"

  "Yeah, I think you do," said Sara.

  Megyn rose high on her knees between Sara's thighs and planted a kiss on the sexy governor's lips. Sara gripped her head with both hands, holding the kiss tight and forcing her tongue into the anchor's mouth. She tasted herself in their mingling juices and burned with arousal at the heat of their embrace.

  "Use your fingers," she hissed into Megyn's kiss.

  Megyn's soft breasts pressed against Sara's and the chair creaked as Sara was forced back under the pressure of Megyn's kiss. The blonde had her hand between Sara's thighs and the governor felt Megyn's fingers reach her aching sex. Megyn did not tease, she cupped Sara's mound and thrust two digits deep into Sara's hungry cunt. She strummed Sara's clit with her thumb and began to move her fingers in and out of Sara's clutching fuck tunnel.

  They broke the kiss long enough for Sara to roughly pull down the neckline of Megyn's dress. The anchor’s fat tits were pushed up and reshaped by the stretched fabric. The pale flesh of Megyn’s mashed mammaries reminded Sara of the last bit of toothpaste being squeezed up the tube. With a drag of her hooked fingers, Sara freed Megyn's breasts from the black cups of her bra. Megyn's deep red nipples were small and very hard and, Sara recalled, very sensitive. As Megyn continued to strum Sara's clit, the governor leaned into Megyn's cleavage and sucked roughly on the hard bud of a nipple. Megyn cried out in pleasure.

  Sara pressed her lips into Megyn's yielding breasts and flicked her hot tongue against the blonde's nipples. Megyn's fingers sloshed furiously into Sara's sex as the governor's sweetly fragrant fuck juice spilled onto the seat of the office chair. Sara knew she would cum soon, but she wasn't done with the blonde just yet.

  "On your feet, media dyke," said Sara and she shoved Megyn away.

  The Foxxx News floozy pulled herself up on the desk and Sara moved quickly behind her. She pushed Megyn forward onto the desk and yanked up the hem of her skirt. Sara's fingers pressed between Megyn's quaking thighs and found, as she suspected, Megyn was wearing no panties. Sara squeezed Megyn’s trimmed twat and felt the hot kiss of juices on her palm. She yanked the hem of the dress higher, nearly tearing it, and exposed Megyn's firm little butt. She gave Megyn’s fuzzy flower another massaging squeeze.

  “Were you thinking about me while I was giving my speech?” Sara leaned over Megyn and whispered in her ear. “Every time I talked about pipes thrusting into the ground, were you getting wet for me?”

  “Yesss,” hissed Megyn and pushed back against Sara’s fingers. Sara slipped two fingers into Megyn’s juicy folds. The tight tunnel of Megyn’s sex contracted in response, seeming to grip back and pull Sara’s fingers deeper. Sara sawed her fingers in and out quickly and then pulled her fingers free.

  “Taste your hot little pussy,” said Sara. She brought her fingers up to Megyn’s mouth and thrust them between the lust-crazed reporter’s lips. Megyn’s tongue squirmed between Sara’s fingers and she sucked in her eagerness to taste her own wetness.

  “Mmmmmmm,” Megyn gasped and ground her bare ass back against Sara’s thigh.

  “Oh, you’re a real go-getter today,” said Sara, observing the anchor’s lusty movements. “Humpin’ my leg like a dog. A nasty dyke like you needs to be filled.”

  “Oh, god, yes,” moaned Megyn. “Fuck me, Sara.”

  Sara had left her bedazzled vibrator in her dresser drawer, but she quickly spotted something that might work as a stand-in. She grabbed the engineer’s die cast model of the drilling rig. The ten-inch model was heavy and roughly phallic, with the ridges of support struts leading up to the blunted tip of the wellhead. Megyn’s eyes went wide as she saw the size of the implement Sara had picked up.

  “That’s too—aaaaaiiih!” Megyn’s complaint was silenced as Sara jammed the model into the anchor’s sopping slit, stretching her folds and burying inch after inch in the tight cleft of her eager cunt.

  “Drill, baby, drill!” said Sara, plunging the model in and out of Megyn’s well-lubed fuck hole. She leaned over the blonde and grabbed a handful of her carefully-styled hair for leverage. The model sloshed in and out of Megyn’s messy cunt until the blonde was wailing in ecstasy.

  “Oh my god, Sara, I’m…I’m…cumming! Ahhhh!” Megyn fucked back against the model, impaling herself until her ass and thighs collided with the model’s weighted base. Her stretched snatch slurped lewdly with each stroke and Sara couldn’t help but chuckle at the reporter’s complete surrender to her pleasure. Sara yanked Megyn’s head back roughly so she could see the blonde’s open-mouthed moan of orgasmic ecstasy. Megyn’s eyes were closed and her face was flushed with pleasure as she rode out the waves of her climax and clenched around the invading model.

  Sara felt the tension go out of Megyn and she allowed the reporter to collapse forward onto the desk. Sara unceremoniously dragged the dripping drill rig from Megyn’s freshly-fucked furrow and set it back on the desk. It glistened with Megyn’s juices.

  “My turn,” said Sara. “On your back.”

  Megyn was still breathless with pleasure, locks of her sweat-heavy blond hair sweeping over her face as she rolled onto her back atop the desk. Sara slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Her drenched sex was throbbing with need.

  “Sit on my face,” Megyn begged Sara.

  “Oh, you betcha,” said the governor as she climbed onto the desk. She crawled atop Megyn and squatted above her face facing Megyn’s feet. Megyn reached up and ran her hands over Sara’s firm ass as it descended towards.

  “You’re ass is so fu…mphhmmm,” Megyn’s compliment was smothered by Sara’s ass as she sat on the reporter’s pretty face. Megyn’s nose was forced into Sara’s crack and the governor’s hot folds pressed down against Megyn’s open mouth. Sara smiled and groaned as she felt Megyn’s tongue obediently squirm into her cunt.

  “Giddyup,” laughed Sara, rocking her hips against Megyn’s eager tongue and pressing her ass into her face. She steadied herself on Megyn’s breasts, roughly squeezing them and plucking at her nipples. The blonde’s exaggerated moans of pain vibrated against Sara’s mound. In response, the governor ground her clit into Megyn’s chin as the blonde licked and swallowed her flowing juices. The computer monitor fell off the desk with a crash. Pens and pencils rolled onto the carpet. The more roughly Sara rode Megyn’s face, the more intensely the blonde licked and sucked at Sara’s boiling cove.

  “That’s it, lick it good,” Sara cried. “This hockey mom needs to cum.”

  She rocked her hips faster and faster, nearly suffocating Megyn under her pouring pussy and toned ass. Something glass fell and shattered on the floor. The blonde hardly seemed to care, she was moaning and thrusting her hips into empty air as Sara used her face as a sex saddle. Sara cried out loudly as her orgasm crashed through her. Her tits jiggled in her “going rogue” bra, her thighs clamped tightly around Megyn’s head, and her ass bounced on the blonde’s face as Megyn’s tonguework sent Sara into a storm of pleasurable contractions.

  Her bucking hips slowed and the force of the pleasure that throttled Megyn’s tongue diminished. Sara’s orgasm was exhausted and her need was spent. She sagged atop Megyn’s face with a smile on her full lips. She slowly eased her ass and legs off the blonde, unsurprised to see the beautiful reporter was drenched in sweat as she finally gasped fresh air. Sara rolled onto the desk beside her, knocking pretty much everything left on the desk onto the floor. She threw a leg over Megyn’s slender waist and Sara kissed her, smiling and laughing as their lips met and their tongues intertwined.

  “We’re just a couple of Mavericks,” said Sara and she gave Megyn another hot and lingering kiss.

  Sara wanted to do it all over again, but Megyn had to tape something for air in under an hour. The two women separated and made a cursory effort to clean up the Global Oil engineer’s ransacked office. Sara made sure t
o place the cum-drenched oil rig model in a prominent position on the engineer’s desk.

  As they were leaving the room in opposite directions, Sara promised, “Next time I am going after your cute little butt.” She wiggled a thumb at Megyn and the blonde laughed. Sara wasn’t joking.

  Sara once again became Governor Polan. She rejoined Bill, her driver, and the motorcade set out again to take her home.

  Rodd wondered why she was late, but he didn’t seem too mad. Over dinner of roast venison and mashed potatoes, Sara told her husband about the trip to the Global Oil rig. She left out her hot encounter with Megyn.

  “I saw the protestors on the news,” said Rodd. “Was it bad?”

  “Nothing I can’t handle,” said Sara. “Only there was this creepy native-looking fella. He grabbed me and started yelling some crazy mumbo jumbo about a moose dingo or something.”

  Rodd put down the gravy he was ladling onto his potatoes. He stared intently at Sara across the table.

  “Moosedigo?” he asked. “Is that what he said?”

  “Yep,” she nodded, stuffing her mouth with potatoes and continuing to talk with the food in her mouth, “I wish I still had the secret service. That idiot never would have touched me.”

  “Moosedigo is a Yupik legend,” said Rodd, who was a tiny bit native himself. “They say a powerful moose monster protects the tundra from harm. He used to put out fires in the woods and that sort of thing, but when the white man came to Alaska he supposedly killed many of them. Some say he is a man who can take the shape of a giant, terrifying moose. Others say it is the largest moose of the tundra that has grown to a giant size because of the ancient nature spirit inside it.”

  “Didja see that on History Channel?” asked Sara.

  Rodd shrugged. “I heard it at a snow machine race.”

  Sara refused to buy into that pagan hooey.

  “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’ve got my assault rifle with hollow tip bullets. If that dang moose or a werewolf or, heck, Harry Potter comes onto my property I am going to blast ‘em! I don’t retreat, I reload.”