Governor Sara Polan is Mated by the Moose Monster (Monster Sex and Bred by a Shifter) (2 page)

“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 to 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.”

“Hmm,” grumbled Rodd.

Sara did not feel like arguing with her husband. She was still feeling all squishy after her run-in with Megyn at the oil rig. She decided her libido was a good way to change the subject.

“
Hey, after dinner do you want to bone me?” asked Sara. “I’ve been feeling all horned up for some reason.”

“
Yeah, okay,” said Rodd.

After dinner, Sara and Rodd adjourned to the living room. It was a huge, hunting-lodge style room that was open to the second floor, all the way up to the roof timbers. Their couches were arranged around ten-foot windows that faced the large pond that Sara always called “the lake” and, beyond that, the old pines of the forest. They fell onto one of the long couches and began kissing.

Rodd undressed her with his strong hands, tuning her lust the way he might tune a snow machine. He kneaded her breasts and tugged and teased her fat nipples. He kissed her neck and shoulder and moved lower. His mustache and goatee brushed over her heaving breasts as he kissed his way down Sara’s tummy and pulled off her silky red panties. He planted more kisses up her thighs and explored her hot sex with his tongue. She moaned and let her head fall over the back of the couch. She arched to thrust her dripping cunt more fully against his mouth.

Rodd’s licking stopped short of ecstasy for Sara. He stood up and she watched as he unzipped his jeans and slid them off and over his work boots. His cock was hard and bouncing in reach. She couldn’t resist wrapping her hand around him and stroking. She leaned in and swirled her tongue over the swollen ridges of his helmet. She parted her lips and slid him into her mouth. Her red lipstick left a trace of crimson on the shaft of his cock as she bobbed
her head and softly moaned around him.

“Doggy sex,” grunted Rodd.

He pulled his cock from her mouth and saliva trailed to her red lips. She took a deep breath and got up on the couch on her knees. Sara liked it when Rodd went all caveman during the sex. She turned around and leaned forward. Her elbows rested on the back of the couch and her ample breasts dangled beneath her. Anyone in the woods could see her through the huge windows, but Sara wasn’t worried. She offered her firms ass and the juicy crease of her cunt to her husband.

Sara looked back at Rodd over her shoulder and wiggled her beautiful buns from side to side. “Give it to me, first dude!”

Rodd wasted no time. He grabbed Sara around her slender waist and rammed his hard cock between her velvet folds and up her clutching cunt. She let out an “Oh, Jesus, Rodd!” as he filled her with every inch of his throbbing cock. She pressed back until her firm cheeks bounced against him and his cock worked in and out of her with quick, powerful strokes.

“That is a poll I can believe in,” moaned Sara. She was so wet from thinking about sex during dinner that Rodd’s cock sloshed audibly into her with each stroke. She rolled her hips to get as much of his cock in as possible. His balls swung against her clit and sent pulses of pleasure crackling through her flooded furrow. Just as Sara began to feel the first flutters of an orgasm, Rodd dragged his cock from her clenching cunt.

“Gonna cum,” he said.

Sara was disappointed, but she was used to Rodd’s inopportune ejaculations. He had a bad habit of sending her to the brink and then firing off his spunk before she could finish. It was that sort of almost inevitable disappointment that made her insatiably horny. She turned around as
Rodd flopped down onto the couch beside her. His hugely swollen cock was clenched in his stroking fist and he clearly expected her to finish him off.

She dropped down to her knees on the floor in front of the couch. She crawled between his legs and smiled up at him as she played with her heavy breasts.
She squeezed her tits together and pressed the soft mounds beneath Rodd’s hot, slick cock. Her own juices lubricated his cock as she wrapped her tits around his length and squeezed tightly.

“
Ooh Rodd, I want you to spunk all over these puppies,” said Sara.

She began to slide up and down against his legs. Her soft breasts grew warm with friction. Rodd’s cock popped up from between her mashed
mammaries with each downward slide and disappeared completely as she lifted up. Precum spilled down his cock and allowed him to slip even easier between her tits. She could tell by the slight smile on his face and the little muscle working in his Jaw that Rodd was on the edge of cumming.

“Give it to me, Rodd,” she moaned. “Hose down my big pillows.”

Suddenly, something caught Sara’s eye through the window behind Rodd. It looked as if two headlights had switched on outside, but that was impossible. It was right over the lake. She started to say something to Rodd.

“
Aah!” he grunted and his cock throbbed between her bouncing breasts. A geyser of hot cum spurted over her face and into her mouth. She sputtered as his salty spray glazed her neck and spilled all over the tops of her breasts. Gooey gushes gathered around his cock and smeared down the inner curves of her friction-heated tits. She milked the last out of his spewing spear and rubbed hit warm cream into her breasts.

“That was a biggie!” said Sara.

When she looked up at the window again she saw the lights were gone. There was a huge shadow moving at the edge of the tree line and then it was gone as well.

“Are you okay?” asked Rodd. “You have a funny look on your face.”

“Oh, it’s…just all this cum. On my face.” She looked down at her messy tits and his cum-smeared cock. “I guess I’d better clean you up too.”

She leaned down, parted her lips, and
used her tongue to give Rodd’s cock a thorough cleanup. Later, after a nice long bath and a couple episodes of Duck Dynasty, Sara slipped off to sleep beside her husband.

That night
, Sara’s dreams were haunted by images of a terrifying creature with glowing headlight eyes. It was an enormous moose with a steaming muzzle and mossy antlers. It chased her around the forest and through her empty house with a wild look in its eyes and a huge cock swinging beneath its hairy body. She knew what it would do when it caught her.

Despite the dream, Sara woke feeling refreshed and went about her usual daily life. She had many duties as governor and not a lot of time to worry about her dream moose. That night, the Global Oil drilling rig started up. It spewed smoke from its generators as the drill pushed deep into Alaska’s quivering soil. In a week’s time the engineers expected to strike the oil their surveyors had detected.

A week passed, and although Sara had the moose dream twice more, she did not worry. That misty Monday morning was like many others before it. She rose early, just before dawn, and dressed to go for her daily run. The black pants clung to her legs and cinched tight against her ass. Her sports bra and running top helped keep her large breasts under control. She clipped her heart rate monitor to her toned bicep and wore a loose red jacket over her top. She wanted to be visible in case there were any hunters out in the woods. She laced up her running shoes, did some stretches, and started up her Lady Antebellum and Taylor Swift playlist.