I confess I want to fuck the shit out of Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard. After plowing her big pale ass for hours I would stick my cock between her big milky tits and titfuck her until she begged me to cover her face in hot sticky cum.
I know Im not alone.
Well, I'm going to guess you're alone more often than not.
Those are some big meaty thighs. Why would she pose nude for this pic if she is in public office. I smell a rat!
Photoshopped fantasy wank perhaps?
In that form, I'd give her one. Or three.
Incredibly sexual without losing any of the classy.
If this thread stays active she'd have to find out about it. Politicians are all egomaniacs. They'd google themselves daily.
Well if you lived in Australia when she was the Prime Minister, you would already be fucked. She fucked the country and screwed everyone in it.
In the real pix of her, it looks like she does have some pretty big tits. I'll take a titwank thanx.
ex PM, and from the few australian friends i have... i've heard she's a bitch.
who ever photoshopped the pic, picked a great body to put the face on.
Showing the punters her big milky tits falling out of a sun dress.
ditto. bet she's a total cockhound. she fucked like 3 of her bosses when she was a lawyer. 2 were married.
Before she was PM (still in opposition to Howard's lot) she was campaigning for her local seat. I work in hospitality (was a kitchen goblin at the time) in that electorate. She came into the bistro on an evening I was working with a few other people I guess were her staff or something, everyone looked miserable and tired and were a bit snappy with the waitstaff. I'm anti-labor party (not pro liberal/national - just anti labor) so I couldn't give a fuck about them all but our head chef is was a huge labor supporter and crapped on about it as often as she could. She was also a militant feminist which like all militant feminists she also crapped on about with every breath and generally just annoyed the rest of the staff - male and female.
Sidenote: One of the waitstaff used to love to stir her up talking about what/where a woman's proper place was. When she got all butthurt and pointed out that she was head chef and thus "the boss" and he was just a waiter he told her, "My boss is Paul the restaurant manager. He has you cook the meals and keep the kitchen clean. It's the natural order of things." You could smell her piss boil at that point.
So Gillard the Red Peril and her party are having drinks and talking after ordering and Chef decides she has to go out and introduce herself to Gillard, her lady crush, leaving five guys who hate her (chef) and her hero all alone to finish preparing the food which we were told MUST be our best effort ever. And it was certainly one of my best efforts. Chef insisted the hollandaise based sauce be made fresh and from scratch so we all agreed without speaking what we had to do.
I've never gone from flaccid to dumping such an unholy amount of turgid spunk in under 5 minutes before in my life but thanks to our dishpick standing lookout and one of our barstaff and her tight, round bubblebutt prick teasing me for 7 hours straight (and days before) I had the incentive. I held the jug with one hand and flogged my blue veined cheese chucker with the other, eyes closed thinking of emily's tight firm arse cheeks wrapped around my cock and in about 3 minutes, *speloosch* I shot maybe 6 or 7 hot pulpy loads of babybatter into the jug. Well mainly into, with my eyes closed and wanking so furiously I kind of shanked the vinegar stroke and the first volley rimmed off the top of the jug and hit the handtowels, but the rest hit the mark. It looked like slimy white eels swimming through the beige sauce, slowly sinking below the surface. I laughed proudly at my work, stepped out to the prep area and showed the guys (who laughed and gagged in equal parts) then stirred it in and poured it into the heating dish.
Chef came in about a minute later to check and serve up insisting she wanted to deliver the dish to Gillard personally, which we all just avoided eye contact and said, "Yes Chef" and tried not to piss ourselves laughing, which almost happened when she took a spoonful of the sauce to test it and then looked around for a moment before saying, "Who made this?"
I thought she was about to bollock us so I said, "Um, I did Chef. Is, uh, is there something wrong with it?"
"No. Actually it's really good. Whatever you did you'll have to show me later. Well done." And she drizzled the sauce over our future Prime Minister's evening meal that was more than likely being paid for by the tax payer. At that point I was sure we were all going to rattle apart trying not to laugh.
I never got to speak with Gillard at all but Chef and the manager said she had enjoyed the meal very much. I did manage to get a peek at her taking a nice big mouthful of my special sauce before dabbing a bit from the side of her mouth and nodding and smiling at somebody at the table. Every time I see her on the news, that's the image that floods back and I say to myself, that woman swallowed your spunk and loved it. Since then, my opinion of her has softened somewhat and I don't mind her so much.
Epilogue: Emily got told a few days later about what had happened and called me a disgusting gross perve. I tried to explain, it was just boys being boys but she wasn't having any of it and told me she didn't even want to look at me ever again, which sucked because I was pretty sure i was in by that point. I said okay and was going back into the kitchen when she looked at me with dread/repulsion and said "Oh god you haven't ever done anything like that to me have you?"
I replied, "Hell no. Of course not. It was just a spur of the moment opportunity to stick it to the man. Or woman in this case."
She stared at me for a bit and seemed to relax a little before turning to go back behind the bar and saying, "Okay. Good then."
"I was thinking about you in that skirt while I was doing it though." I smiled.
Funnily enough, she did not suddenly succumb to my wit and charm right then and fuck me. Her sister did at the Xmas party though, so that's kind of the same thing I guess.
Peace out bitches.
