Fall in Walsilla, Alaska was always special. The air was clear and chilly; the leaves had turned golden brown and were making their journey to the ground. Sarah stood by the shore of Lake Lucile closing her eyes momentarily before taking a deep breath of the cool calm air. The chill made Sarah zip her red exercise jacket further up her neck. She noticed that ever since she was convinced to have the breast enlargement this jacket no longer fit as well as it used to. In a way she hated the fact she had been convinced to have them done, the photos, the endless questions on Fox the mushrooming of twitter remarks, the constant denials she had to give knowing full well the truth. However, as she looked down on them filling up her jacket she was pleased with their fuller appearance. The jacket was accompanied with her black tight Capri pants showing off her tanned legs (yet more evidence of her self-care regime the GOP had forced he into) and her cross training shoes.
Her brown hair was up in its trademark style that had become so famous over the past weeks, and accompanying the look were those ever present glasses. It had been a rough campaign; losing by the smallest margin in history didn't make her feel any better. To take her mind off the loss she prepared her small boat for a row around Lake Lucile during the warmest part of the day. She had asked her husband Todd to leave her alone for a while so she could think. He had taken the kids and Sarah was enjoying the peace and quiet which gave her time to think.
She rowed across the lake to a small log cabin on the other shore that she and Todd rented to family friends. As soon as she opened the door she was greeted with the intoxicating smell of seasoned Maple. She made her way to her desk which was used to conduct her campaign, it now lay silent. Sitting down she opened a drawer and took out an open envelope containing a letter. She sat staring at it tapping its edges off the table. She then bit her glossed bottom lip and took the letter out to read it. It made her heart race once again.
During the campaign a porn company in LA had contacted her, offering to pay a large sum of money if she would star in a video. The money was a ridiculous amount enough to set her and her family up for life. But it wasn't the money that excited her; it was the thought of doing porn. The campaign was now over; chances of ever being elected to an office were slim to none now. Her reality series on TLC just got cancelled she had nothing to fall back on. Her marriage to Todd was falling apart everything was crashing down around her. She reread the letter; thinking about the kind of exposure doing a porn video would give her. Yes it would be much different than campaigning and appearing on Fox and NBC but maybe this was her next step, maybe this was what everything was leading up to.
The porn executive promised huge returns and instant fame if she was willing to do it. And she knew he was right. If Sarah Palin stared in a porn movie it would be the biggest hit since, well since forever. She felt her nipples press out in her sports bra, and it wasn't from the cold air. The thought of doing porn excited her, raising her heart rate and making her wet with desire. She sat at the desk, next to the phone in the small guest house staring through her famous glasses at the letter and the phone number to contact the executive in LA. She looked out over the tranquil lake. Her hand ran down her body, sending jolts of pleasure pressing finally on her small clit beneath her tight clothing. She imagined the pleasure she could find, the excitement of several men touching, sucking and fucking her body, and the adulation of being regarded as a sex symbol.
She grinded down on her clit, thinking about sucking huge cocks, swallowing mouthfuls of cum, of being ejaculated on after being fucked in positions Todd had never imagined. She placed her expertly French manicured hand between the elastic waist of her pants and forced her hand down to find her erect clit and wet waxed pussy. Curling her fingers she buried two into her moist slit, using her palm on her clitoris and imagined the largest cock she had ever seen fucking her senseless. She played, leaning back in the comfortable chair and drifted to sleep from the exhaustion and stress of the last few months.
*****
"Mrs. Palin?" a voice said behind her, making her jump and pull her hand from her pants, placing it innocently on her lap.
"I thought that was you. What are you doing over here?" the young man asked.
It was one of the employee's Todd had hired to take care of the property while Sarah and he were campaigning. Sarah thought they had all left for the winter but apparently not. He was tall, dark haired and had piercing blue eyes that captivated her.
"Trying to get away," she said flustered "I didn't know anyone was still here?"
"Just me, I leave tomorrow morning." the man replied.
"Oh, well good... What's your name?" Sarah asked inquisitively.
"Matt... is there something I can do for you?" he asked.
"I just wanted to thank you for all your hard work this summer while we were away," Sarah said, standing up and approaching the young man.
He froze as she placed her hands on his shoulders. The thoughts of making the porn had taken over Sarah's actions. She felt his well-muscled young body and acted on her thoughts.
