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Carol was female, had an African-American dad, a Chinese-American mom, and liked girls. Therefore, she had occasionally heard something unpleasant in her life, and even though she had gotten used to not caring about bigoted people, she hated it when someone similarly insulted others. She wished to be close to the insulted ones to strengthen their army and ensure solidarity grew with each head.

She was, therefore, looking forward to the pride parade this year. Such excitement was bound to turn into bitter pain when her friends told her the fresh news as soon as she sipped her cocktail.

"We're banned from downtown?! That old cow of a mayor should know that if I can't celebrate who we are, we're going to riot!"

"I don't think you understand exactly how she got there," replied Gabriel, a burly and tall bisexual whose bald head shone in the bar. "We can march around, but the center belongs to the Unborn Darlings. Mayor Ackermann herself will probably speak there. If we get close to them, something will happen that they will use against us."  

"Fucking Republicans," journalist Jade, the older straight ally, cursed.

"I think Republicans are not fucking enough, and that is their problem," said Larry, the gay IT specialist.

"You would want them to reproduce?" Jade asked in surprise.

"No," Larry admitted hesitantly as if he'd forgotten that sex had anything to do with making babies.

"I'm going to burst into her office and tell her who we are!" Carol shouted. "I'm here, I'm queer!"

"But she won't accept any of us until the day after tomorrow," Gabriel said. "It's either the busiest mayor ever or a straight-up Hitler's granddaughter."

"I'll be interviewing her tomorrow. I managed to get a deal with her," Jade beeped. "I'll try to tell her that the people of this town think differently."

Carol took a deep drink and let the cocktail taste inspire her.

"Tell me, Jade, how many of your colleagues  have ever been to the mayor's office?"

"You're not Jade. She sounded completely different," whined Petite Blonde, who served  Ackermann as a secretary.

"Jade decided that she would interview the leaders of the Unborn Darlings. I'm the daughter of her former classmate, and like my mother, I'm studying journalism."

 The secretary called the office, where a nearby door led. She won over Carol's sympathies. The woman seemed to be playing a sycophant, saying the words "Yes, Madam Mayor" in every sentence while being able to contradict the implied "poisontalk" of her boss subtly, reminding the city's ruler where Jade had gone instead. When she hung up, she looked tired but smiled at her guest. "Madam Mayor will receive you. She gives you half the time she promised your friend."

The windows were closed in the mayor's office and the massive turquoise curtains were weighted. Given the reluctance of the local madam, which Carol felt before entering, it seemed to her at first like a sealed-off chamber in the Middle Ages, like a fortress refusing to be conquered.

 Yet the old times were remembered in other ways. Above the bookshelf hung a painting, specifically a still life with a fruit feast, and a little further away there was even a scene of naked ladies showing off to a long-deceased ruler. Intellectual, old-world, and not entirely conservative. 

The work in itself, however, was a woman sitting at a wide table.

Susan Ackermann was distinctive both as a woman and as a leader. Her narrow face betrayed her stubbornness, but her black hair was combed into a simple bun. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either. In short, she filled the space needed to be noticed at every meeting. However, her breasts were above average, stretching a shirt and coat, suitable for caressing a child and for knocking surprised gentlemen to the ground.

"Sit down," she said monotonously, obviously trying to hide her disenchantment.  Carol decided to be more direct. She approached her and put her hands on the table. "I won't sit down yet. I came with pride and I want my parade."

"Blunt lesbian?!" The mayor asked in a tone that wasn't recognizable as a question or a [statement.]()

"I'm a resident of this city and I want people to hear my voice. I want it to happen in a place where people notice!"

The mayor smirked. Carol looked directly into her green eyes. She found what she had expected. A lot of pragmatism and contempt, but also something else she was grateful for. Ackermann was thinking, as confirmed by the movement of her lips. The mayor got up from the table and went to the door. Her beige jacket and trousers were among the few unambiguous bright spots in the room. She locked the door, turned, and spoke again, very quietly this time, but her voice overflowed with single-mindedness and desire.

"So you want people to hear your voice. Are you willing to arrange for me to see your tits for this?"

Carol had to quiet the blizzard that the proposal had unleashed in her for a while. She was sure that if she refused, she wouldn't get what she wanted. The same can happen if they comply with it. If she had given vent to her indignation, she would never have been able to prove the mayor's words.

Would it be possible to accommodate the powerful woman and still enjoy it?

She smiled cheekily. "Please, madam mayor… I had no idea you had such appetites and I don't mind a small bribe, but if you wish for an intense experience, you should accommodate me in a similar manner." 

 Ackermann was confused. "In a similar way? I just wanted to use your breasts!"

 Carol stuck the tip of her tongue out of her mouth. "Only? Wouldn't you like to know what I am capable of when I see a fine lass naked?"

 Carol took off her coat and put it on the chair. She wedged her head in with a sultry expression and began slowly, button by button, to unbutton her shirt. Ackermann imitated her after unfastening it a second time and they were staring at each other to see if the other didn't stop. They both made it to the end, but again it was Carol who was the first to undress and toss part of the dress down. When someone said she was a "doll", it was not only about her beauty but also about her emaciated figure with long arms and legs growing out of it. However, many girls found it attractive, and Carol thought that the bra - actually, the two triangles covering her nipples - in the colors of pride rainbow added to her beauty. 

 Ackermann’s bra was more reminiscent of a turtle shell, but the most impressive thing on her chest remained the biblical dimensions, as befits a conservative politician. 

 There was confusion in her eyes as she approached Carol, but that didn't stop her from reaching out and giving the exposed lesbian breast a good squeeze. Carol struggled a bit, while putting on an ecstatic face and kept it even as the mayor held her waist. She had to act. She unzipped Ackermann's pants and whispered, "Show me a little more and I'll show you everything!"

 Ackermann pressed her breast for a moment, but then freed her hand to pull down the bottom of her clothing. Carol got an alluring view, intended for the mayor's husband. Both stockings and panties, which Ackermann had cut out in the front, stood out on the figure.

 "You're a naughty girl," Carol sighed softly and had to admit she admired an almost completely naked woman standing before her. From a shaved pussy with sensual lines of her labia to giant tits. 

 She had to keep her word. She unbuttoned her bra and threw it on the bookshelves. She puffed out her chest proudly. Her tits reached out to Ackertmann as if they were goat’s kids, begging for the milk of their larger counterparts. 

 The mayor opened her mouth.

 Carol turned her back to her and pulled down her skirt and iridescent panties to give Ackermann a view of the undressing dark-skinned ass.    

She twisted like a dancer as she turned, but her hands covered her crotch with feigned chastity. Slowly, she became able to reveal her last secret, covered only by a coat of tiny curls. She was amused by the glistening of drops between Ackermann's legs.

 She decided to encourage the mayor. "I know one finds the best help at the end of his arm, but when he or she has a friend nearby, their hands can benefit each other."

 Both of them extended their right arm at the same time and their fingers dug their way deep into each other's cunt. Despite the certain cruelty with which Ackermann behaved, Carol appreciated the exciting tingling and if she was dissatisfied at times, she tried all the more to evoke a response from the other woman. Deep down there she felt that she touched the mayor's very passion, growing and pulsing.

 Ackermann opened her mouth to exhale in pleasure. "Owwwwwwww!" 

 She stuck her tongue out and Carol used her own to catch it. Now they had to snuggle up to each other and during the intense kiss, Ackermann sped up her finger movements in Carol's cunt.

 The old woman obviously came first, but she still played with Carol long enough for her to experience an orgasm today, too.

They both came, but even before the rest, lust returned prematurely to Ackermann's face. "I want to lie on top of you. I want to have a body with boobies under me!"

 Carol realized that the mayor had only just thought of it and decided to delay it a bit. "Standing positions has its advantages," she reminded her. She gave her a long kiss again and even as she left her mouth, she made her tongue stay on that gorgeous body. She progressed from her neck, over her shoulders to her stomach, until finally the long voyage of Carol's lust anchored in the place that makes a woman a woman. But while the ship remains afloat, she had to the depths again, to the water so bitter and so sweet at the same time. To make her lover feel better, she caressed her ass, covered by those immoral panties. After a while, what attracted her the most were the giant breasts, swinging above her head. She played with those full jugs, but mostly with hard nipples. With one hand only. The latter first stroked Ackermann's ass more and more passionately, and when Carol couldn't stand horniness of her own anymore, she started teasing her private parts herself. 

 Ackermann had to remain quiet, aware of her secretary behind the door, but still exhaled at the top of her lungs and eventually undid her bra, which landed on Carol's head. The proud fighter for gay rights didn't notice it, she didn't stop moving rhythmically until she extinguished the need for her pussy and rekindled a new fire in the body of the rambunctious mayor.   

Was the powerful woman weakened by two orgasms in short succession? No way! Helping Carol to her feet, she undid her bra and smiled gratefully. "My little, dirty, satanic dyke. Fingers are nice, but not enough for us" She bent down and bit her ear. Now it was Carol who needed to grit her teeth to keep from revealing their games. Ackermann pushed her to her desk with a heavy huff and pulled her panties down. When Carol's bottom touched the wooden edge, both women were completely naked. 

Carol understood that she had to bend her upper half and spread her legs. She didn't drop anything. She began to feel like a piece of local accessory, ready to be used.

Ackermann was doing the opposite of Carol a moment ago. She was eating her out with voracious movements of fleshy lips, giving her unprecedented pleasure, under which waves she was twisting on the table. The mayor's tongue moved up to her breasts and Carol finally felt teeth on her nipples. Mayor lay down on top of her and wildly rubbed her breasts against her. 

It was an uplifting feeling for Carol, but it didn't last long. Ackermann got up, went to the bookshelves, and took out a long candle in the shape of an angel, strangely stuck and chipped, from behind one of the books.

Carol's breath hitched, water running between her legs again. Ackermann didn't seem too concerned. As soon as she came to her, she began to rub her clitoris with long stroking movements. But it was more like he was enjoying the possibility of control. Once she had had enough of it, the angel's head disappeared into Carol's temple of love and life, followed by an ever-larger piece of wax body, the other end of which the mayor held onto her own genitals, stimulated by the movement as well.

Carol could feel the increasing pressure and then the movement, sending heat to her fingertips, her eyelids, and her hair. 

She needed to match Ackermann, at least remotely. On the table stood a pencil cup shaped like an elephant with its trunk sticking up. Her lover didn't even notice when Carol took a cup in one hand and a trio of pencils in the other. With the other one, she lightly pulled Ackermann's ass, and initially, with scratching movements she spread her cheeks, enough for the small trunk to penetrate the smaller way into her body.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Mayor sang and pushed on both ends of the angel, bringing the two women closer to climax. Carol started to enjoy it, so, so she engaged her wrist and poked the mayor's ass in several places with the pencils.

"Ow, ouch, aeeeee! Stop, you minx!"

Until now, Ackermann had remained relatively quiet, but she must have been biting the back of her hand. She kissed Carol on the lips, and with a final flick of the candle finally brought them ultimate bliss. She lay down on her and their breaths mingled.

"I've been dreaming about a night like this for a long time," Ackermann said. She hesitated. "Or about on an afternoon like this."

“You have to appreciate me properly,” Carol asked, blinking. 

The mayor giggled. "You have your space for the parade. Under the condition, you will be the main negotiator with my office."

The freshly moistened angel on the floor silently blessed their agreement.