This is an attempt to make fun of the South African politics and should not be taken seriously. This never happened and no politician was hurt in the telling of this tall tale.
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She floated down the steps like a queen. Her long black evening dress revealed more than it concealed. Her full breasts challenged the strength of the fabric and the splits in the side of the dress came right up to her hips. The front piece flowed between her legs, giving the audience with every step a glimpse of her naked thighs. For a nano-second I thought I saw her clit and a miniscule piece of her beautiful slit. I didn't see any pubic hair but with each step her long blond hair was in perfect sync with her large tits. I could feel my cock stiffening in my hired tux. The Minister smiled and offered his fat hand to the "lady."
"Come, my dear," invited the minister. "Sit next to me, facing our guests." The guests he was talking about were three political heavy weights of the ruling party and their "secretaries." A black diamond, that is African Speak for a rich black young man, Thabo, was the nephew of the minister with his fuck for the evening called, Pleasure. Her mini was bunched up above her thighs. I could see her white panty. The boots and imitation leopard skin dress made her look cheap. The gold chain around her neck, hanging between her boobs, on the other hand screamed: "I fuck for more than a few bucks." All were seated on imported Louis XIV furniture in the private lounge of the minister's official residence. And their drink of choice is Johnny Walker Black.
The queen sat down. The grinning minister sat on her left. The politicians licked their lips in eagerness. Their fucks looked in anticipation at the blond who sat arrow straight on the edge of the chair. The minister caressed her white thighs and pushed them apart. The black material of her dress fell between her legs, covering her pussy that everyone was looking forward to get a glimpse. A groan of disappointment escaped from the guests and they slumped as one back into their chairs. They have to wait a moment longer before they could see the blonde's cunt. South African politics will always be a dangerous game to play. The minority whites have to suck up to their black masters or be accused of racism. The internal politics of the ruling party divided the faithful into those who support the president and his cronies and those who want have the power and money for themselves. Strangely enough, my minister, I am his bodyguard/butler, was one of the honest ones who wanted to make a difference. That is why I stayed with him and even went beyond the call of duty, like securing the services of the blond.
She didn't come cheap. She would never surrender or show her pussy without a struggle. I saw her ad in the smalls and called her:
"Ms, how much do you charge for an evening for nine?"
"Must I fuck them all?"
"I suppose."
"My pussy will be fucked out."
"There will be other cunts."
"Ten thousand."
"Fuck."