Governor and cane | Women's Prison 3 | bdsm stories

The villa was set in the hillside overlooking the Bay of Palermo. Nestling in a small pine-tree lined road with only a few other widely spaced properties; the villa was in one of the most sought-after areas of the Capital. A fact that the taxi driver reminded Pauline of as she paid him for the hell-ride of a journey from the airport.

With the little English that he spoke, the driver had tried the usual patter he must have perfected with many previous women tourists, offering to show her the sights in his own time. He had talked non-stop, until Pauline had mentioned the Island of Women. Even though her question had been in English, he had recognised the name and had fallen into a stony silence for the remainder of the journey ignoring her further attempts to press him on the subject.

As the taxi pulled away Pauline pushed open the ornate iron gates and ducked under the sweetly scented flowers that hung from around the arch that formed the front gate. All seemed quiet and no response came when Pauline knocked heavily on the wide front door. Circling the villa, she stepped onto the terrace at the back; the view took her interest over and above her mission to find Jenny. A large sprawling garden that fell away gradually down the slope of the hillside. Paved with reddish coloured slabs close to the villa itself and a small swimming pool sunken within them. The inviting blue of the clear water looked so cooling and refreshing in the blazing heat. The whole of the bay and the surrounding mountains spread before her in the distance it was a panorama to remember. Pauline sighed wistfully in the hot sunshine and then turned back to the villa to resume her quest.

Through the open patio door Pauline could see Jenny’s suitcases, the very ones that Pauline had brought for her the previous Christmas. She entered cautiously but excited, hoping that her friend might just have returned and be here to end this awful enigma. A search of the remaining rooms revealed nothing, the villa was empty, and yet most of Jenny’s belongings were still there. Underwear in the bedroom draws, clothes in the wardrobe and cosmetics on the dressing table and in the bathroom; it was as though she had simply vanished.

Pauline sat down heavily on the bed, absorbing the emptiness and her failure to find Jenny. Trying again to make some sense of it all. She lay back, tears welling-up in her eyes, she thought of her friend and of her own fears. Alone and helpless in a strange place, just what the hell could she do from here?

Following the spanking from the governor, Jenny had been taken along the balcony to a series of rooms that almost adjoined the governor’s quarters. There, totally naked, she had been handcuffed by one hand to a bed and left alone in the pleasant surroundings. The hours had passed slowly but Jenny appreciated the period of rest as she gathered her thoughts.

It was a beautiful bedroom, a wide double bed with a deep quilt, a long dressing table and fitted wardrobes that covered one entire wall of the large room. Two small armchairs and a neat little desk with a high-backed chair and two bedside cabinets that served as extra draw space. It was clean and well decorated, pleasant smelling, enhanced by the heady scent from the gardens below. Two doors set in the other remaining walls of the room led out, to where exactly Jenny couldn’t say, she wondered as she waited.

The thrill of the sex had been wonderful, it frightened her slightly that she could have allowed him to do such a thing to her. On reflection the act itself seemed revolting and forbidden, but at the time it was so intense and so pleasant if a little painful. Sex should be and always had been for her, straight and normal.

The way she had shown herself to him, offered herself and delighted in her actions was simply a different world altogether. The coarse way he had taken her, the struggling against him had aroused her so very much, rough and uncaring he had been and she had loved it. Jenny recalled her feelings as she had undressed before him, the way she had teased him and given herself to him to invade her most secret of places. It amazed her that she didn’t mind, a jolt low in her vulva told her that she would allow such an event again if it produced such intense orgasms as she had experienced. Those exquisite sensations that had held her on the brink of her wonderful orgasm, that feeling she wanted to experience again.

He entered suddenly through the open patio door, it took Jenny by surprise breaking her thoughts and bringing a smile to her face. The governor looked ridiculous, the long baggy shorts that he wore cut into his fat waistline, sandals on his bare feet and naked above the waist, he had a comical look about him.

Slowly he closed the patio door and approached Jenny to release her from the handcuffs. She stood, rubbing her wrist to ease the ache that the metal had given her.

“Follow me,” the governor said in a level tone and opened the first of the doors that led out of the room.

Jenny followed to join him in a large and luxurious bathroom not unlike the one that she had used in his quarters. Without speaking, he walked out of the room with Jenny following and together they went through the second door into a large lounge.

The room was huge, well decorated and furnished with two large settees in the centre of the room and a long wooden coffee table in the middle of them. A dining table and chairs, a desk and a great television set beside an ornate mock-fireplace.

“These then will be your quarters during your time here Jenny,” he said almost casually and turned to walk back into the bedroom.

Jenny was stunned, she couldn’t quite take-in what he had said. The rooms were wonderful; her mind whirled as she imagined living in such luxury. Her mind flashed back to the grimy small cell in which she had been thrown to share with Mandy. Jenny felt almost guilty as she wondered what indignities and pain Mandy would be suffering at that very moment. She followed the governor several moments later to stand in the bedroom as he opened the wardrobe doors.

“Everything you will need is here. Any further requests or preferences as to cosmetics or more personal items will be obtained for you.”

“I’d like my belongings from the villa,” Jenny said quickly.

He nodded his agreement and turned back to the wardrobe.

The wide fitted wardrobes were filled with clothes, rows and rows of them; shoes covered the lower shelves and part of the floor. Some of the clothing however, raised Jenny’s guard instinctively. Leather and rubber suits, maid’s outfits and nurses uniforms. One section filled with what seemed to be leather harnesses, her initial elation fell.

“Kneel there,” he said flatly, indicating with his hand to the centre of the room.

Jenny shot him a look of disgust and huffed.

“I will not!” she retorted firmly.

In one swift and practised move that took Jenny totally by surprise, he kicked at the back of her legs sending her instantly down on to her knees. His hand gripped a bunch of her hair and pulled her head backward as he stood behind her. He bent to bring his face close to her ear.

“Listen well, bitch!” he spat softy in her ear, his voice soft and calm, but full of threatening menaces.

“You have agreed to serve me and serve me you will.”

Jenny didn’t reply she endured the painful grip on her hair and kept silent to avoid further numbing pain as his hand twisted her blonde hair spitefully.

“Resist me if you wish, but it will be to your regret my little slut, for I will break you just as a stallion has to be tamed. You will come to serve me with devotion.”

He released his grip on her hair, shoving her head roughly forward to send Jenny sprawling onto her hands and knees.

“Like hell I will! I agreed to serve you. Not to be a slave!”

He took the cane from the wardrobe and lashed at her bare backside. Jenny screamed in pain and rolled over onto her back, both her hands grabbing at the affected area of her buttocks to try to soothe the searing pain.

He stood over her, sneering his delight at her pain, his cock jerked involuntarily to push his baggy shorts into a point before him.

“You will learn not to defy me, bitch!”

Jenny was crying softly, her delight at the accommodation she was to have now gone, lost in the searing pain that shot through her. Angrily she kicked out at him with one foot.

“Animal! Bloody animal!” she shouted, her voice breaking as her emotions peaked.

Again she kicked at him, the blow catching him high up on the thigh close to his groin. He gasped and recoiled, his left hand grabbing at and seizing her left ankle. He lifted her leg high and swiped angrily at the back of her thigh as it became exposed. The thin cane landed harshly, cutting into her soft tender flesh, a brutal slash that was meant to inflict the deepest of pain on the young girl.

Jenny screamed pitifully as the hot spear of agony ripped through the soft back of her thigh, both her hands clasped instinctively over the red welt that appeared almost instantly.

“Do you still wish to defy me, bitch?” he gloated and threw her ankle away from him.

Jenny rolled over, still clutching at her thigh; she scrambled to her feet and ran to the bed, she jumped on to it to escape him.

“Go to hell you evil bastard!” she screamed at him with all the hatred she could muster. Jenny stood there, defiant and determined to resist his will. Through her tears she saw him advancing then she heard the swish of the cane as it cut though the air.

Aimed at her calves, the blow was easily evaded, Jenny jumped and the cane passed harmlessly beneath her feet. She taunted him at his ineptitude.

“Idiot! You’ll never break me,” she laughed through her tears, her confidence growing as she saw his composure slipping. His face was flushed, his breathing hard and laboured. He was angry and it showed.

Jenny’s mouth dropped open and her eyes fixed wide, the shock taking her by surprise and the pain taking a few seconds to register in her brain. She screamed, a high pitched and desperate wail as the return slash of the cane bit savagely into the soft flesh at the back of her leg just below the knee. Holding the painful area she danced on the bed, hopping from one leg to the other in a desperate attempt to avoid the blows he aimed at her.

Again and again the cane struck, cutting into her calves and ankles as she leapt around in pain. At last she could take no more, Jenny threw herself off the bed, rolling on to the floor on the opposite side of the bed in a futile attempt to escape the beating.

She stood quickly and cuddled herself in the corner of the room beside the bed, squeezed between the corner and the bedside cabinet to gain some protection from him.

He came toward her slowly, a menacing look about him, his stiff cock jutting out hard beneath his shorts; he stopped several feet from her.

“Do you still choose to defy me, bitch?”

Jenny paused before answering; she glared icily at him, matching his stare. Then she moved, lunging at him, propelling her whole body at his bulky form hoping to send him crashing backwards.

He stepped aside in evasion, gripping her long hair as she passed him. Roughly and with such speed that Jenny didn’t know what had happened, he threw her facedown on the bed and straddled her, pinning her shoulders with his knees. The speed, at which his squat bulky form moved surprised Jenny, she had sadly underestimated the small man.

She was helpless, facedown, her head beneath his thighs and his knees pressing on the back of her shoulders. She thrashed her arms and legs to no avail she couldn’t reach him.

Her body tensed and locked rigid as the first blow of the cane stung across her raised buttocks. Then a second and a third in quick succession. The pain was incredible, harsh and cutting the cane tore at her tender flesh. She tore at the quilt on the bed; thrashing and kicking her legs in all directions as she coped with the raw agony she was experiencing. Again and again the cane bit into her, the beating continued unrelenting.

As the thrashing progressed the pain eased, turning to a warming glow that spread throughout her lower regions. Jenny felt the first pangs of sexual arousal as her vulva gripped tightly as she received each blow of the cane.

“Defy me, bitch,” he taunted, breathing heavily with his exertions.

Harder the blows landed, hitting her faster and on different parts of her backside.

Jenny found herself pressing her mons as hard as she could down onto the bed. Waves of excited pleasure began mixing with the pain of the caning. Blow after blow brought new and sweet sensations that excited her further. She found herself responding to the beating, raising her buttocks to receive the next blow. Willing the searing pain to her to strike cruelly and bring forth another wave of exquisite delight to her.

“Yes,” she moaned into the quilt. “Yes, yes.”

On and on she urged him as the sensations built. She was coming, she didn’t understand it but she was definitely coming. She was confused, how could such pain be so exciting? The pounding waves of excited pleasure washing over her and a throbbing deep down in her hardened clitoris. Faster and faster the sensations came to her, more powerful and gripping with each lash of the thin cane on her reddened flesh. Closer and closer her peak came, she gasped at the intensity of the feelings, and she was nearly there. No longer struggling she panted hard in expectation of the arriving climax. Then he stopped, got off her and stood back.

“Oh no, please,” Jenny whined, raising her head to look up at him, her eyes filled with pleading. “Let me finish, please let me finish.”

“Kneel, bitch - now!” he snapped the order, pointing to the floor in the centre of the room.

Reluctantly Jenny obeyed, raising herself slowly and shuffling to the spot, she stood for a second and then dropped to her knees on the cool tiled floor.

The governor, flushed and excited, dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. His hard cock sticking out from the thick black thatch of pubic hair at his groin. The thick cock was pulsing with excitement, purplish in colour as the blood pounded into it, the foreskin pulled back tightly against the thick shaft.

Wiry veins criss-crossed the throbbing member to stand out against the hard shaft. He approached her and stood with the head of his cock close to her face.

“Suck me, bitch.”

Jenny was mortified, the very thought repelled and revolted her. She had never -would never, not in her mouth. She gagged at the though.

“Do it, bitch,” he snapped in an irritated tone.

Jenny shook her head slowly; her gaze fixed firmly on the large bulbous head of his pulsing cock. I can’t, she thought, I simply can’t.

He stood over her, towering above her in an authoritative posture. His great hand gripped her hair and pulled her face onto his erect cock.

Jenny gripped her lips tightly together to prevent his cock entering her mouth as it pressed against her lips. She mumbled her revulsion and tried to turn her head away. His grip was firm, he held her fast, pressed against his throbbing cock.

The governor’s breathing changed and he tensed slightly, then his body locked rigid and he groaned loudly. His hips pushed forward against her and he came.

The warm spurts of his sperm on her face took Jenny by surprise. She recoiled in disgust as much as she could against his grip as his thick warm seed splashed over her red lips and into her nostrils, causing her to gag and to choke at the same time. In his pleasure he pulled her harder onto him, forcing his cock firmly against her soft face.

Jenny gripped his hips in an effort to push him away; she gasped for breath through her mouth and tasted the sharp salty liquid as it ran down. Revolting and disgusting, never had she been subjected to such indignity.

At last he pushed her away to fall back sobbing heavily on the cool floor. With both hands she wiped the thick globules of his come from her face, spitting the evil tasting seed from her lips. She wanted to throw-up, this wasn’t sex, not to her anyway, this was base and horrible. Jenny scrabbled to her feet and ran into the bathroom sobbing loudly, the door slammed violently behind her.

A decisive plan and positive action, that what was needed Pauline had decided. A phone call to the agents in Hertfordshire had extended the rental of the villa to a whole month; she would worry about how to pay off her credit card when she got back there.

Smoothing her short cream skirt for the last time before the long mirror in the hallway and adjusting the top button of her pale blue blouse, Pauline felt ready to take some positive steps towards finding Jenny.

She knew roughly where the town lay and set off in that direction.

Delighting in the whistles and leering looks from the Italian men as she passed through the narrow streets; Pauline followed the signs to the tourist information office. A confusing journey of twists and turns along many differing streets, it did however, give her the opportunity to see some of the life here. Not a life she would choose to lead, she thought. She felt better now that she was actually doing something positive to find her friend. That feeling, combined with the hot sun and holiday atmosphere that surrounded her in the streets, Pauline relaxed more and slowed her walking pace to a leisurely stroll.

“Do you speak English?” Pauline asked the assistant the moment she entered the small office of tourist information.

“Yes I do,” the female assistant confirmed. “I’m English myself.”

Pauline sighed heavily to show her delight.

“Thank god for that! Tell me, what and where is the Island of Women? I need to get there quickly.”

The young assistant looked blankly at her for a few seconds, bemused that Pauline would even consider going there.

“But you can’t go there,” she said in surprise at the request. “It’s a prison.”

“A what?”

The assistant’s tone changed to one more sympathetic as she saw Pauline’s reaction.

“It’s a small island just across the bay, you can see it from here, but no-one goes there - except prisoners that is.”

“Oh my God,” Pauline mumbled, her mind spinning with confusion at the information she had received.

This she really hadn’t expected.

The assistant moved from around the counter and went to the window, she pointed out across the bay.

“There it is. But no boat will take you there. It isn’t far away but the strong currents have to be avoided making it quite a long journey. There are heavy penalties for any boat that goes even close to it.”

Pauline looked out across the bay to where the girl was pointing. She saw a small island that lay just off the coastline, a large white building rose up from its centre as though highlighted in the bright sunshine.

Ironic, she thought, she had admired the small island from the villa as she had taken-in the view, she had also wondered who could be lucky enough to live there.

“Do you know someone there?” the assistant probed gently.

Pauline nodded, trying to collect her thoughts.

“Where is the British Consulate?” she said quickly in reaction.

“There isn’t one in Sicily I’m afraid, Naples is the nearest.”

Pauline’s heart fell, she was trembling and sat down heavily on the small stool that the assistant offered her.

“You could try the police station, they can give you permission to get across there,” the assistant offered helpfully.

Pauline’s hopes rose, together with the assistant, she studied the street map to find her way to the central police depot.

Jenny stood on the balcony outside her quarters leaning on the rail and looking across the bay to the big island. The need for revenge was burning fiercely inside her; she would - whatever it took - get her own-back on that shit of a governor. Escape had crossed her mind but she had dismissed the option.

Even if she could somehow get off the prison island, the airport was the only way out of Sicily and they would be certain to be waiting for her there. She would, she had decided, remain and serve her time in the best conditions possible and to make the very most of the soft option that she had been given.

Anything had to be better than being given to those guards.

After all said and done, the sex side was wonderful if perverted and disgusting at times. Jenny inspected the deep tan on her arms as she rested against the balcony rail; life here did have certain compensations.

A white short-sleeved blouse and a black pleated skirt had been her choice of clothes from the wardrobe; Jenny had averted her eyes from some of the other clothes in there. The uniforms for maids and nurses she had heard about for sexual dressing-up, it had never really appealed to her and Michael had never even hinted at a desire for her to do so. She couldn’t imagine what was to be gained from some of the other things in there.

She felt more relaxed now, he had done his worst to her and it was over. She would continue to fight him for she would never give in to his demanding ways. The thought of serving him didn’t worry her but to become his slave and be treated as such, that she would never accept. Play along and let him believe he has broken me, she thought. Show willing and co-operate, life then would be better and he will ease-up, perhaps even give more freedom to come and go as she pleased on the island.

His velvety voice calling broke her thoughts, she went along the balcony and into the governor’s lounge.

On the settee in the centre of the room he sat, a pile of papers on his lap, a casual wave of his hand indicated that she should stand in front of him.

Jenny stood before him, her hands clasped together behind her back. He looked up and ran his eyes over her body slowly. Starting at her head, he worked his way down over her slim body to her feet.

“During the day you will wear a small bikini at all times, I like to see your body. If you don’t have one, I will arrange to get one for you,” he stated flatly and waiting for a reaction from her.

“I have several at the villa, if you could... “

“It will be arranged. Do understand my requirement?”

“Yes governor,” Jenny said obediently.

“Good. Now a few formalities. I have here a form for you to sign; it translates to say that you agree to serve as my privileged assistant willingly and without condition. Is this acceptable to you?”

“Yes governor.”

Jenny took the pen and signed where he indicated.

“Now Jenny, you are mine - legally.”

A stab of fear shot through Jenny but she remained composed. There was after all little she could do about it.

“Undo your blouse,” he said, a hint of excitement rising in his voice.

A stab of pleasure jarred in Jenny’s vulva at his command; with hands trembling she began to unbutton the blouse. Slim fingers with bright red painted nails fumbled in her growing excitement to release the fastenings and pull the two halves of the blouse apart.

He watched her intently, his gaze falling on her cleavage as it pressed hard against the small black bra to push her breasts up and outward. The deep soft swell so inviting, her flesh firm and rounded.

“Your duties Jenny,” he said as he watched her. ‘Will be to do my bidding. Whatever assistance I need, you will give it.”

“Yes governor,” Jenny replied and threw the blouse aside.

Her heart beat fast as she bathed in his hungry gaze. The nagging ache deep in her vulva beginning to draw wonderful pounding sensations to excite her clitoris.

“Leave the bra and lift your skirt,” he said as though in normal conversation. “I will at times need you to meet and to entertain important guests of mine.”

A terrific jolt shot through Jenny’s slim body, she gasped at the intensity. Other men, the very suggestion brought her clitoris to an erect hardness within its hood. Her nipples hardened to press against the material of her bra. Her head swam with heady sexuality as she gripped the hem of the short skirt. Her pussy was wet, the feelings rushing through her were fantastic, and she revelled in his gaze and his suggestion.

If she could gain such pleasure from teasing him, what would the effect be on other and better looking and younger men be like.

Slowly she raised her skirt, pulling it up tantalisingly over her slim tanned thighs. Inch by inch it slid sexily up the silky soft skin towards her soft pussy hidden beneath.

The governor watched, drinking-in the soft firmness of her taught thighs. He shifted in his seat as the small white panties came into view. The thin material pure white and so virginal moulded itself to the shape of her mons and pussy. Hugging her form and pulling tightly into her pussy to give a tantalising hint of the delights that lay beneath.

“I will also,” he said, his voice thick with excitement. “Need you to travel with me to the main island occasionally to meet other friends.”

“Yes governor,” she breathed huskily, gyrating her hips slowly as she held the hem of her skirt against her waist. The pounding sexuality surged through her. This was better almost than sex itself. Jenny felt alive and so vibrant; she loved the way he leered at her. Looking at her pussy, imagining what lay beneath the thin material of her panties. He wanted her, needed her, hungrily he lusted for her body. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, her mouth dry with excitement. She revelled in his desires and moved her hips to further add to his discomfort and longing.

“The skirt,” he said simply and gave a quick wave of his hand. He moved to sit on the edge of his seat as she unclipped the catch of her skirt. “There is much you need to learn Jenny. The teaching and training of you in the delights of the flesh will be pleasure itself.”

“Yes governor,” Jenny said automatically, her voice thick and sensual.

She kicked the skirt aside to stand before him; turning to allow him sight of her pert backside and the way the material of her panties clung to her firm buttocks. She smoothed both hands down over her prominent buttocks, stroking the palms of her hands so sexily to hug and to cup the swell of her buttock cheeks.

“Bitch!” he breathed in awe.

A shard of electric delight shot through Jenny as he called her that. She felt every bit a bitch and loved it when he called her names. It added to the loose and whore-like way she was offering herself. So very different to the sex she had had with Michael. Always with the light out and in bed, little build-up just stick it in and rut away. This in comparison was a world apart, so exciting and so bloody horny.

Without waiting to be asked, Jenny removed her bra and then slowly peeled the small panties down over her hips. She stood naked and proud as he inspected her whole body, his eyes probing every crease and fold of her soft flesh and probing into every crevice as the opportunity arose. Jenny ensured that she presented many such opportunities to him.

“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the arm of the settee opposite him.

Jenny obeyed and straddled the thick arm of the settee, her feet apart in front of her as she lodged on the very edge facing him. Her pussy lips stretched wide apart, nothing was hidden from his gaze, which remained fixed between her legs. The soft pink folds of her moist inner lips on show for his leering gaze.

“Slut,” he mumbled.

Jenny gasped at his words; she arched her back to push her naked breasts forward and her hips toward him. She felt proud and sluttish, teasing him and posing for his pleasure.

“Mmmm, I am,” Jenny, responded sexily.

His face was flushed with excitement, his hands clasped together on his lap and his gaze fixed and staring as she sat before him. Gripping his erect cock trough his trousers, he shifted it to a more comfortable angle, Jenny smiled, pleased at his arousal.

“Touch it,” he breathed, his voice low and pleading.

Jenny was slightly shocked at his order; she had wanted, no, expected him to touch her.

“But I’ve done - that,” she protested.

“Touch it!” he snapped in irritation.

Hesitantly, Jenny slid her hand down over the flat of her stomach. The red fingernails leading her hand and in stark contrast to her pale skin. Lower the fingers moved and she gasped at the initial contact as they brushed over her erect clitoris.

“Rub it,” he coaxed, his voice now low and thick with excitement. He was sweating profusely as he watched the young girl, urging her to comply with his instructions.

Clumsily she rubbed at her hard bud; the feelings she gained from her own touch rippled through her entire body.

“Not like that,” he said impatiently. “Grip it between two of your fingers and press the middle finger down on the top.”

Jenny tried as he had guided, with the heel of her hand resting on her pubic arch, it was an easy and natural position to find, she gripped her clitoris firmly. She began rubbing up and down as she gripped her hard clitoris.

Exquisite sensations of delightful pleasure rushed through her. She forced her hips forward to gain easier access to her hard bud, the electric sensations urging her on. Faster she moved, her red fingertips blurring as the speed increased.

“Circles, tight little circles,” he prompted urgently, moving to kneel on the floor close to her and between her legs.

Her mouth dropped open and her eyes half-closed, Jenny’s head slunk back on her shoulders as the wonderful feelings washed over and through her.

“Slut,” he said loudly in a distasteful tone. “Dirty little slut.”

His words drove Jenny on, the circling and pressing on her clitoris was so wonderful. She began slipping into a soft warm world of sexual bliss. She could hear his voice but not the words now they seemed distant and detached. Faster and faster she rubbed herself, panting and gasping at the intensity of the sensations it produced.

She could hear him now calling her names, it was so wonderful.

Slut, whore, cocksucker, bitch. The names simply added to that feeling she had, he was right, she was just all of those things and she didn’t care.

She lay back now, her shoulders resting against the back of the settee, her legs still straddling the arm.

She was close to her peak. Warm waves of exquisite pleasure washed over her in great surges. Stronger and faster they came to her as she rubbed. Her eyes half-opened to see the governor with his cock in his hand standing over her wanking furiously.

Jenny closed her eyes and continued, the though of his excitement increased hers. Her hips bucked upwards, her body tensed in light gripping convulsions and then locked rigid. She cried out and then screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, shaking her slim body violently as she bucked to receive the pleasure.

On and on the powerful waves washed through her. Warm thick seed from the governor’s cock splashed onto her soft belly and mons. She shuddered and sighed, her back arched and her hips thrust high into the air one final time before her body relaxed and slumped back sated onto the settee.

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