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ElectOral College

By: DantesCristo



"I did not have sexual relations with that woman." --President Bill Clinton

The cool fall air was unseasonable for early September. The leaves had already started to turn, and the smoky wood of fall was evoking thoughts of apples and hearths as Jenny Carter walked down the main drag of Westville. It was still early, the town still waking up, but the day didn't seem like it would be getting much warmer. Jenny pulled her thin hoodie against her as she made her way to the front door of the apartment she shared with Paul, her boyfriend of 2 years. 

"Honey, I'm home," she called out. 

"Did you get on the list?" Paul said jumping out of the bathroom, his toothbrush still dangling from his mouth, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Jenny laughed at his exuberance. "Of course!"

"Oh my god, thank you," he said wrapping her in his arms. "Why didn't you wake me up? I was so freaked out when I saw what time it was."

"Serves you right. I tried waking you up, but you wouldn't budge so I decided I had to take matters into my own hands."

Paul gently ran his hands through her long auburn hair pulling her head back and kissing her neck just the way she liked.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.

"I know something else you could take into your hands," he said in a gravelly voice, his hand moving down to cup one of her large 32F breasts.

"Easy there cowboy," she said, extracting herself, "if we're going to make it to the rally in time you might want to start putting some clothes on."

Paul sighed. "Fine. I'll be ready in ten minutes." He looked at his girlfriend and laughed, "you might want to change that shirt," he said re-entering the bathroom.

Jenny walked into their bedroom, and turning to the mirror, she saw what he'd meant. Paul's damp body had left a wet imprint on her tank top. Jenny quickly removed it and threw on a tight white t-shirt with the slogan 'Vote for DeMarco' printed in bright blue on the front. The shirt was a gift from Paul a few weeks earlier when he'd made up his mind that he wanted to sign up as an intern for the Congressman's campaign. It was a little too tight, offering more than a healthy outline of her breasts and coming down just above her midriff, but Jenny didn't mind, and she knew no one else would either. At least none of the male interns. 

Jenny wasn't very politically minded but Paul was, and despite her lack of enthusiasm he had given her a few lengthy speeches about her civic duty. She wanted to make him happy, so this morning she'd signed herself up for a position in the campaign as well.

Looking at herself in the mirror she was pleased. Walking into a campaign as an intern was probably going to be a lot like the first day of college, and she wanted to look her best. Jenny and Paul had graduated only a couple months earlier from Westville U. and she remembered that first day of her freshman year like it was only yesterday. 

She'd known Paul since her sophomore year, but they hadn't started dating until a year later. She'd always suspected he had a crush on her (most of the guys at school did) and when she'd caught her, football playing, beer guzzling, creep of a boyfriend fucking the head cheerleader, the cliché of it had almost been as bad as the betrayal. Paul had comforted her as a friend and then she'd found herself comforting him as more than a friend, with her lips and hands and tongue and -- 

"Almost ready!" Paul said, running into the bedroom still in his towel.

"You better move it or Nick DeMarco might give our spots away."

Paul looked over at his hot girlfriend. Her pouty, full lips, big blue eyes, long auburn hair. Sometimes he still had to pinch himself that she was his. Aside from the sheer perfection of her face, she had the most glorious body he'd ever seen. He'd been with a few girls before her, but all of them paled in comparison to his 21 year old girlfriend's perfect legs, flat stomach, tight, heart-shaped ass and, certainly, without a doubt, none of them could hold a candle to her massive, gravity-defying breasts. The first time Paul had seen them he wasn't sure whether he should touch them or cast them in marble to share with the world.

"He's not going to give away YOUR spot. Not with you looking like that," Paul said throwing on a pair of corduroys and a button down shirt. "Too much?"

Jenny looked at him. "Nope, maybe you should be running for Congress."

"Gimme a couple of years then it's straight to the white house," he answered, grinning from ear to ear.

The rally was being held in the town square. A big bandstand had been set up. Congressman DeMarco's interns were in charge of the grunt work, and when Jenny and Paul arrived there were already a few guys setting up chairs. Paul, feeling like he was late, ran over to help them, as Jenny took in the surroundings. 

The day was going to be beautiful, a crisp breeze blowing through the trees of the town square. Just as she was about to walk over and help Paul setting up chairs, a caravan of black Escalades pulled up just to the side of the bandstand. A large team of campaign managers, chief's of staff, assistants and assistants to the assistants stepped out, all of them seemingly barking orders to no one and everyone at the same time.

And then stepped out Congressman Nick DeMarco. He was younger than she'd imagined him. Although Jenny had been obliged to watch every television appearance he'd made in the last few months because of Paul, he'd always looked older on TV. But seeing him in person she was struck by how young he looked. And also how tall he was. 

Congressman DeMarco had an easy way about him as he joked and chatted with the members of his staff. As if he didn't have a care in the world, although at that moment he had more than a few things on his mind. Poll numbers, district turnouts, minority turnouts and the exhaustion that can only be experienced from running a campaign. He turned to one of his assistants and asked for a coffee, and then he made his way into the seating area and began shaking hands with all of the interns who had turned out to help him on that beautiful September day.

Paul ran up to Jenny who was lackadaisically arranging the programs for the day's events on a big wooden table. 

"Did you see him?" 

"Of course I did babe, he's kinda hard to miss." Jenny said looking over at the Congressman who had started walking towards them.

"He's coming over here. Oh my god. How's my hair?"

Jenny laughed, "You look great. Just be yourself, he's gonna love you."

Paul kissed her cheek just as Nick DeMarco arrived in front of them.

As Nick shook the young male intern's hand, thanking him for helping out, his eyes kept flitting over to the girl standing next to him. It was involuntary, but he couldn't help himself. She was exquisite. Her auburn hair glowing in the sunlight a radiant smile, and his name stretched wonderfully across the two largest and most fantastic breasts he had seen in all his time in politics. 

"And what's your name?" he asked, as Jenny looked up at the tall Congressman.

"This is my girlfriend Jenny, uh, Jennifer - Jenny," Paul said putting his hand around her shoulders. "She's going to help with the campaign too."

"Well Jenny, and Paul, I'd like to thank you for coming out today. I'm Nick DeMarco," The Congressman said.

Jenny looked up into the steely gray eyes of the Congressman. He had to have been at least six foot three or four as he towered over her and Paul. There was a small patch of distinguished gray on his temples, but other than that he looked like he was no more than his mid thirties. His face was chiseled and tan and when he smiled his eyes lit up like bonfires.

"So," Nick said speaking to Jenny, "will you both be joining the campaign?"

"Yes. Yes definitely," Paul replied, his eagerness almost spilling over.

"Good, good. If you need anything just let me know," Nick said, reaching for Jenny's hand and shaking it gently. "I look forward to getting to know you better in the next few months."

"Us too," Jenny replied, blushing a little as the congressman smiled and walked off.

"That was AMAZING!" whispered Paul, "I can't believe he singled us out! I've got to get to work. This is going to be the best campaign ever, huh babe?"

"Yeah," replied Jenny. "It's gonna be great sweetie," she said biting her bottom lip and twirling a strand of her hair as she watched the Congressman look back at her and smile. She smiled back. Paul was already folding programs, but Jenny's mind was elsewhere. Her thoughts were innocent, but they lingered on Nick DeMarco as he walked off. Then she turned to the programs and got back to work.

The day proceeded normally, with Jenny and Paul escorting the campaign supporters to their seats and then taking their own seats as the festivities began. The high school band played and the mayor of Westville gave a short speech, and then came the main event. As Nick DeMarco took the stage, the crowd, which was at least a thousand people, roared their approval. His tall, striking figure looked out over the captivated audience as he began to speak. 

"There's something to be said for you all coming down to spend such a beautiful day with me. I'm not sure what that something is, but I'll talk to my speechwriters and I'll get back to you." The crowd laughed. "No seriously, I'd like to thank you all for coming, the next few months are the most important part of this campaign and there's absolutely no way I could win without your help. I am forever in your debt."

Watching from the front row, next to her jubilant boyfriend, Jenny watched the Congressman deliver a speech that even got her excited to be working on the campaign. His charisma was electric and she found that she couldn't take her eyes off him. Even when Paul turned to her to say how excited he was. And as The Congressman finished the speech Jenny watched him wave to the crowd. Everyone was yelling and on their feet, but just before he exited the stage he looked down directly at her and smirked. An arrogant, sexy smirk. Then he turned back to the crowd and smiled and waved, and again Jenny found herself blushing as Congressman Nick DeMarco walked off the stage and into the caravan of Escalades.

After helping to disassemble the rally, picking up the programs and stacking the chairs, Paul and Jenny made their way towards the campaign headquarters, which was a short walk from the town square.

"That was awesome, I mean he's such a great orator, he can just work a crowd so well. And did you know that he's only thirty three?" Paul said, practically skipping down the street, "I mean, to have accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. It's awesome. He's awesome!"

"Geez baby, should I be worried," Jenny giggled, "It kinda sounds like you have a crush on him."

"Don't worry Jen," he said grabbing her hand, "I only have eyes for you. But if the Congressman asked to...yeah...I'd probably --"

Jenny playfully swatted at him. 

The campaign headquarters were set up inside one of the empty shops on the town square, and when they arrived the scene was already a hubbub of activity. Interns running back and forth, a group of campaign advisors were huddled around a large board with a map of the district broken up into colors. In the back was a room with glass windows and a large desk with a big leather chair. Jenny assumed that was Congressman DeMarco's office. 

As soon as they arrived Jenny and Paul were tasked with cold calling prospective voters to make sure they came out for Election Day. A script of what to say was handed to them by the head intern, a gawky boy named Steve who seemed to be almost as enthusiastic about the campaign as Paul.

Jenny did her best with the cold calling, but after a few hours of that she was close to losing her mind. She looked over at Paul and he seemed to be just as excited as ever. Just then the front door opened wide and a group of people entered with Congressman DeMarco in tow still looking resplendent in a tailored grey suit and blue tie. He was on the phone, but gave a quick hello to a few interns. As he passed Jenny's desk he reached out and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze, smiling at her. Then he walked into his office and shut the blinds.

******************

A few weeks passed and Jenny and Paul had become intricate parts of the DeMarco machine. They arrived each morning to get coffee for the people involved in the campaign and then sat down for some cold calling and grunt work. Jenny was actually starting to enjoy herself. There was a pleasant air about the headquarters, and with the Congressman at the helm everyone seemed to feel that the ship was headed in the right direction. 

"Yes, yes ma'am the primary is next Tuesday," Jenny said as clearly as she could into the phone, as the older woman on the other end seemed to be somewhat hard of hearing. Paul was, as usual, sitting next to her working diligently. 

Suddenly, Jenny looked up and saw that the Congressman was standing next to her with a curious look on his face. She was about to ask if she could do anything for him when he smiled at her. His bright, charming smile always seemed to send her heart racing. It was impossible not get swept up in Nick DeMarco's charm and she consistently found herself falling for it. Nick walked around and stood behind her. Jenny was still on the phone with the older woman listening to her ramble on, when she felt the Congressman's hands on her shoulders. She was used to the touchy-feely way the Congressman interacted with his staff. And if she was being perfectly honest she always enjoyed it. It was a little strange at first, but despite that, he always seemed to know exactly where she was tense. "Gotta stay loose," he was always saying. It didn't hurt how good-looking he was either. Although she never would have said anything to Paul.

The Congressman's strong hands kneaded her shoulders as she let out a sigh. Sitting at the desk all day had done a number on her back. 

"Paul," the congressman said to her boyfriend who quickly jumped to attention. "I need you to take care of something for me. Meet me in my office in five minutes?"

"Sure Congressman."

"Great." He gave Jenny's shoulders one final squeeze and walked back into his office.

Jenny turned to her boyfriend. "What do you think that's about?" 

"I have no idea," Paul said. "Do you think he's firing me?"

"You can't fire someone who's working for free," Jenny replied.

Paul hesitantly stood up and made his way to the back office.

Five minutes later he came bounding out. "You'll never believe what just happened!" Paul said, almost leaping with excitement. "The congressman just asked me to drive to Springtown."

"Springtown? Why?" Jenny asked.

"He wants me to be in charge of the volunteers in that part of the district. Me! I'm going to be in charge!"

"That's great babe! But isn't Springtown --"

"Yeah the campaign is gonna put me in a hotel, but I'll only probably stay there for a week or so."

"A week?!" Jenny said louder than she'd meant to.

"Yeah! A week! With me in charge!" Paul had stopped listening as he started gathering his things. "I'm gonna run home and grab some stuff. If this goes well, maybe he'll give me a spot on the campaign before the general election! I'll call you when I get in. I love you!"

"I...love you too," Jenny said as her boyfriend bounded out the door, leaving her alone.

The day wore on with the typical monotony of cold calls and paperwork, and towards 5 o'clock Jenny was just about to head home when her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi Jenny." The Congressman's baritone was unmistakable. "I know you're probably getting ready to leave, but can I ask you for a favor?"

"Uh...sure," she said.

"How's your typing?"

"My typing?"

"Yeah, I need to dictate a few emails and my secretary has already left. Any chance you'd be willing to stick around for a bit?"

"Uh, sure congressman."

"Thanks. And call me Nick. Please. Meet me in my office in twenty minutes and we'll bang this out in no time." He hung up the phone.

Jenny took a couple more calls and then made her way to the Congressman's door. She knocked.

"Come on in," he called out.

He was sitting behind his desk with his jacket off and his tie loosened. As she walked in he was talking on the phone. Jenny sat down in one of the seats across from him.

"Yeah, yeah Stu, but I can't worry about that. That's what I pay you guys to worry about...yeah...sure...I'll talk to you tomorrow."

He hung up and turned his attention to Jenny. "Sorry about that. So..."

"So," Jenny said crossing her legs, "should I sit at the computer?"

"Um..."

"To take dictation?"

"Right!" the congressman said, "yeah, right. Please, have a seat."

Jenny stood up and moved around the desk, as the congressman stood to allow her access to his chair. She sat in front of the computer. The chair was cushiony leather, the supple material forming to her sore back. She let out a sigh. 

Turning slightly she looked up at the congressman who towered over her. He was standing next to the chair his hand resting on the back and Jenny couldn't help but notice the proximity of his body to her. A specific area of his body in particular. She put the thought from her head and held her fingers over the keyboard.

"Ready," she said.

"Huh? Oh. Right... Uh...Dear Mrs. Andrews, I'm just writing to thank you for your generous donation...

********************

The clock on his bedside table read 3am. Nick DeMarco rolled over and kicked the sheets off desperately trying to fall asleep, but it wouldn't come. He couldn't stop picturing her. The things he wanted to do to her. 

That day of the rally he'd noticed Jenny almost as soon as he'd exited the caravan. Her long wavy auburn hair blowing in the breeze. She looked like something out a catalog. Somewhere between a fashion ad and a pinup girl. As he walked towards her she turned and looked at him, her deep blue eyes, almost cartoonish they were so beautiful, and then there was her body. The most fuckable body he'd ever seen. Cute pixie-like waist, a perfect, tight little ass and the most fantastic set of tits he'd ever seen. As he walked up he saw that stretched across her big, mouthwatering breasts was his name, as if he'd branded her as his own. 'Vote for DeMarco.' 

She was a hell of an ad campaign. If he'd seen this little fuck doll with 'Vote for Satan' on her shirt, he would have considered it.

At the office over the following weeks he'd desperately tried to control his urge to bend her over one of the desks in the middle of the office and just plow into her. It was practically impossible. On the few occasions where he'd allowed himself to indulge just a little, by touching her arm or rubbing her shoulders, he'd almost been so overwhelmed with desire that he had to stop himself, walk back into his office and, on more than a couple occasions, lock his door and jerk himself off. 

Nick was tired of fantasizing about her. He was a Congressman after all. A lawmaker in the greatest country in the world. He should be able to deal with this situation. He was going to deal with it.

He jumped out of bed and into the shower. Apparently today he'd be having an early start. No sleep was becoming a regular occurrence, but no matter. He was going to take care of Jenny Carter one way or another. The situation was untenable.

Arriving at the office at 4:30 am, Nick made some coffee, and then took care of some work he had to do, while he waited for everyone else to arrive. 

A couple hours later people started drifting in. And then through his office window he saw her open the front door. As if to mock his temptation, today she was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a low cut red sweater that formed to her body like it was painted on. Nick took a deep breath.


ElectOral College Ch. 02



"If I don't have a woman every three days or so I get a terrible headache." President John F. Kennedy

Traffic was terrible. Paul had been stuck in bumper to bumper hell for over an hour, and it wasn't looking like it was going to break anytime soon. He sighed to himself running his hand through his brown hair. I need a haircut, he thought looking in the rearview mirror. He'd spent the last few weeks in charge of Congressman Nick DeMarco's group of volunteers and interns in Springtown. Living off room service and soda. It had been fantastic, and having a position, any position, in the Congressman's circle was a dream. But he'd worked himself to the bone and he was ready to be going home.

The radio was playing a keening pop star he hated, and he reached for the dial changing it to something calmer. Finally the cars in front of him started to move. He grabbed his phone and dialed. It rang once and went straight to voicemail. Again.

"Hi! This is Jenny. Leave a message."

Paul waited for the beep. "Hi baby, I'm still stuck in traffic, so I don't know what time I'm gonna get back. I think you'll probably be at the campaign headquarters so I'll just head there." Paul took a moment and then said, "I miss you. Haven't talked in awhile. Can't wait to see you."

He sighed to himself again. He knew that Jenny, his girlfriend of two years, was alright, but she'd seemed distant the past couple weeks. She was probably just busy, he thought. After all she was the personal assistant to the Congressman, and that was no small task. She was probably running all over the place doing all kinds of things for Nick DeMarco. Paul smiled as he envisioned their life in Washington as a power couple. Both of them intricate parts of the DeMarco machine.

Although there was something going on with her, Paul decided it wasn't a good idea to worry about it. After all he was going home, and that would set everything straight. She probably just missed him. And he missed her too. He missed her a lot. He couldn't wait to see her, and kiss her and maybe they'd go out to dinner and then he'd take her home and...oh god, Paul was so excited to see his girlfriend. 

Finally the traffic started moving and he made his way towards Westville.

A couple hours later he pulled up in front of the campaign headquarters of Congressman Nick DeMarco, nicely situated right on the Westville town square. The large oak trees had shed their leaves as the end of fall was making way for winter. Paul parked his car and got out, stretching his legs and taking a deep breath of the cool autumn air. He checked out his reflection in the passenger window and, after fixing a few wisps of hair, he made his way towards the glass door bedazzled with large signs of 'Vote for DeMarco!'

The door opened with a friendly jingle and Paul was instantly greeted with a chorus of voices saying hi and welcoming him back. His friend Steve, tall and impossibly thin, ran up to him with a big smile on his face.

"There he is!" Steve yelled out. "The prodigal son returns!" Steve clapped Paul on the back. "So, how was it? The polling numbers in Springtown are looking good, man."

"Yeah," Paul answered, smiling tiredly at the exuberance of his friend. "It was good. Fun."

"Awesome, awesome. Well we've been crazy busy here getting ready for the primary."

"Yeah...yeah."

"You ok man? You look -"

"No," Paul said smiling, "I'm fine."

"Good 'cause I was gonna say, that picture is stupid. Just a paparazzi thing."

Paul looked up at Steve's awkward smile. "What picture?"

"I mean, obviously everybody here laughed at it, but the tabloids are always looking for an angle."

"What picture?" Paul repeated.

Steve looked over at a desk nearby and grabbed the Westville Daily. He turned through a couple pages and handed it to Paul. "I thought you'd seen it," Steve said laughing. "Like I said, it's a stupid tabloid thing man."

Paul looked at the picture and saw the Congressman looking dashing in a tuxedo. Next to him was a beautiful brunette. At first Paul didn't even recognize his girlfriend. She looked incredible. She looked like a movie star. She was wearing a deep red dress which showed off her body in all the right places. Her long shapely legs and piercing blue eyes. And her magnificent 32F breasts on full display looking as if they might topple out the front. Paul would've been turned on if it wasn't for the tagline. 

'DeMarco's new lady?'

He skimmed through the article, which speculated that his girlfriend of two years was dating his boss. Paul smiled looking back at Steve. "That's amazing," he said laughing. 

"You should see how hard I laughed when I saw that," Steve chuckled.

"Have you seen her?" 

"Jenny? Yeah, she went in the Congressman's office awhile back...to make out."

Paul hit Steve with the newspaper and left him laughing as he made his way to the shuttered office of Nick DeMarco. He knocked twice.

After a moment he knocked again, a little louder and heard Nick DeMarco's deep voice, "Come in!" 

Paul opened the door to find the Congressman sitting behind his desk beaming at him.

"Paul! Welcome back! Have a seat."

Paul sat opposite the congressman. And even though he was a major part of the campaign, and had just spent the past few weeks in charge of a whole group of volunteers, Paul still felt like a child next to Nick DeMarco. He was just so charming and tall and magnetic, everyone around him was instantly drawn in. 

"Thanks Congressman."

"Come on man. Call me Nick. So how was your time in...?"

"Springtown. It was great," replied Paul. "I managed to recruit almost twenty volunteers and every day I would distribute them into groups for cold calling and house calls and mailings. They were really great and Steve just told me the polls in Springfield are looking good."

"Uh huh. Good. Yeah. That's really, really good. Keep going."

Paul was beaming at the Congressman's exuberance at his work. "And we managed to paper the district so the whole town basically reads 'Vote for DeMarco.' I mean there isn't a single street sign that doesn't have some poster or flier on it. Really Congressman, the whole town is like one giant banner for your campaign."

"Yeah, yeah, that's awesome, just awesome Paul."

"Thanks sir. I'm looking forward to getting back to work here."

"Of course you are! That's what I like about you," Nick DeMarco said smiling broadly. "I give you a job and you just won't stop until it's finished. You just...you're not satisfied until the job is done, and done the way it needs to be done. All of it," the Congressman said as Paul beamed. "All of it. That's right." He paused for a moment looking at Paul intently. His eyes with their characteristic steely intensity. "That's just fucking great Paul. Really great. Really-" the Congressman coughed. "Hey Paul," he coughed again, "would you mind grabbing me some water?"

"Sure thing Congressman!" Paul said jumping up and out of the office, closing the door behind him as he ran to the water cooler. He grabbed a plastic cup as Steve ran over.

"What'd he say?" Steve beckoned.

"Nothing," Paul smirked, "Just that...I did a great job and, oh yeah, that's right, and I quote, 'He gives me a job and I'm not satisfied until its done the way it needs to be done!'"

"Oh my god. That's amazing!" Steve replied. "Keep this up dude and you'll be his chief of staff in no time!"

Paul laughed, "Easy man, let's not get ahead of ourselves," he said, although he'd been daydreaming the same thing.

Steve punched him in the arm. "Please don't fire me sir, I know I can do a better job!"

Paul played along putting on a deeper DeMarco-esque voice. "Well this is your last chance Steve, get those numbers where I want them."

Steve laughed, "You're totally in man!"

"I know! I gotta get him some water."

"You're totally in!"

"I know!"

Paul quickly grabbed the cup of water and ran back to the Congressman's office. He knocked once. No answer so he knocked a little harder. On the third try he heard the Congressman cough again and tell him to enter. Paul walked into the Congressman's office and handed him the water. The Congressman, red faced from coughing, drank it all in one gulp and sighed. 

"That was just what I needed. Thanks Paul. Keep up the good work."

"Thanks again sir," he replied, still beaming as he exited the office and walked to his desk next to Steve.

"I'm so jealous," Steve grinned.

"I know," Paul grinned. He pulled out his phone again and tried calling Jenny. Voicemail again. "Hey babe. I'm back in the office. I'm sure I'll see you soon. I love you."

Paul couldn't stop smiling as he got back to work.

*****************

The past 24 hours had been crazy for Jenny. Since the fundraiser... well, more specifically, since Congressman Nick DeMarco had taken her into that empty ballroom and since she had stripped naked for him and let him touch her, and since she had sucked his huge dick and laid down on the floor and felt his big cock enter her again and again and until she'd had the biggest orgasm of her life and he'd cum on her face and breasts and in her mouth, since all that had happened, Jenny was like a different person. A woman possessed.

She couldn't get enough of him, and apparently he couldn't get enough of her either. After they'd cleaned up and left the ballroom, the Congressman had said a quick goodbye to a few people at the fundraiser, and then they had quickly made their way up to Nick's suite at the hotel. Before they'd even walked through the door Jenny had quickly removed her dress again, and Nick had stripped off his tuxedo, and the rest of the night was just a blur. A collage of memories of him kneeling between her legs and licking her hot wet pussy before she'd finally had too much stimulation and had to push him off. Kneeling on the carpeted floor as he sat on the edge of the bed watching her as she once again inhaled his massive cock, sucking with every ounce of her being, taking all ten inches of hard meat deep in her throat as the Congressman finally flipped her over and fucked her again and again. Tits, testicles, cock, hair, muscles, cum, more cum. All of it was a blur of pleasure.

And then when they'd finally fallen asleep, and after they'd woken up to do it again, and then finally fallen asleep for good, Jenny dreamt of him fucking her, and in the morning, waking up in his arms, she made her dream a reality.

Finally they'd driven back to Westville, but not before one last fuck in the limo. Jenny was dropped off at her and Paul's apartment so she could freshen up before heading to work. Her whole body was sore from the Congressman, but it was a delicious kind of soreness. A tremulous, quivering soreness reminding her with each step of Nick DeMarco. 

After a quick shower and a change of clothes Jenny walked to the campaign office. Walking through the door she looked around at the other staffers, none of them having any idea of the night she'd had with their boss. Jenny smiled to herself at the hidden knowledge and sat down at her desk wincing as her exhausted pussy touched the chair.

*************************

Nick DeMarco was entranced with his new conquest. Jenny was exquisite. And her skills in the bedroom were getting better each time they had sex. He couldn't stop thinking about her. As soon as she'd left the limo and he watched her sashay up the stairs to her apartment she was all he could think about. The way her eyes opened wide when he first entered her. Her pouty lips wrapped around the end of his cock, the way her huge breasts bounced when she rode him. 

She'd drained him in the last twelve hours, but he wanted more. He never wanted to stop.

Quickly taking a shower, changing his clothes and brushing his teeth, Congressman Nick Demarco left his apartment for the campaign headquarters. And Jenny.

As soon as he walked in he saw her, dutifully working at her desk. She looked incredible. She'd changed into a pair of jeans and a tight v-neck t-shirt which did nothing to hide the majesty of her massive tits. It took a huge amount of restraint not to walk over to her and reach down the front of that shirt to cup one of those big beauties. 

But he didn't. He did the same thing he did every other day. He walked straight back to his office, saying hello to a few staffers on the way, and closed the door. Not able to help himself, he made eye contact with Jenny and gave her a subtle wink. She smiled, blushing. God he loved that blush.

After waiting what he deemed to be an appropriate amount of time, he picked up his phone and waited to hear her dulcet tones.

"Hello?"

"Jenny," he said, his voice gravelly with lust. "I need you...I have a long, hard problem I need help fixing."

"Be right there Mr. Congressman."

A few seconds later she walked through his door. Her hair still a little damp from her shower, a smirk painted on her full mouth as she leaned against the door, closing it behind her. 

"You said something about a problem?"

"I did. And it needs immediate attention."

"Well," Jenny whispered walking towards him, her eyes mischievous as she kneeled between his legs. She reached into his zipper and extracted his already fully hard 10 inch cock, "anything... I can do to help." 

As Nick once again felt the velvet touch of Jenny's lips on the big head of his cock as she masterfully began to slather her tongue around and around, he leaned back in his chair and sighed at the perfection of his life. 

Then someone knocked.

Quickly the congressman helped Jenny shuffle under his desk as she continued her oral worship of his manhood. He wasn't about to let his job get in the way of a blowjob from this walking sex dream.

"Come in!"

Nick tried to keep his face calm as Jenny's hand slowly jerked him into her mouth, her head bobbing between his legs as he saw a familiar face open the door.

"Paul!" he said, feeling Jenny pause in her ministrations. He could only imagine the moral argument her brain had to be having at that moment. With her boss' big cock buried in her mouth while only a few feet away stood her boyfriend. Helping her in her decision, Nick placed a hand on her head and pulled her back onto his dick, her mouth opening a little less willingly once again. "Welcome back! Have a seat."

"Thanks Congressman," the boyfriend said taking a chair, which put him barely a foot away from his loving girlfriend while she slobbered away.

Nick smiled at how sick and twisted and hot this morning had turned out as Jenny, apparently making up her mind had started blowing him with even more fervor. "Come on man. Call me Nick. So how was your time in...?"

"Springtown. It was great..."

Nick smiled and nodded politely as Paul talked about something campaign related, but his mind was singularly focused on the gorgeous girl who'd just opened her throat and pushed the big head of his dick inside. He wondered if Paul could hear her gag. But the kid seemed to be totally absorbed in his own thing.

"- the polls in Springfield are looking good."

Jenny was very slowly, so as not to make too much noise, throating the head of his dick, her tongue occasionally flicking against the sensitive underside.

"Uh huh. Good," Nick said looking at Paul and feeling Paul's girlfriend reach up to cup his heavy, cum-filled balls. "Yeah. That's really, really good." Jenny had moved down to suck one of his nuts into her mouth. Nick could feel her saliva running down his shaft as she jerked him while sucking tenderly. "Keep going."

"And we managed to paper the district..."

Fuck she felt amazing. And the fact that she was cheating on her boyfriend while he sat across from them, no idea that while he was enthusiastically recalling his experience on the campaign, his girlfriend was worshiping his boss' balls as her hand failed to wrap all the way around his massive prick...well, that was just a thing of beauty.

"Yeah, yeah, that's awesome, just awesome Paul."

"Thanks sir. I'm looking forward to getting back to work here."

"Of course you are! That's what I like about you." 

Jenny had moved back to his cock, and discreetly glancing down at her he saw that she was staring up at him. He watched her, pretending to check his drawer for something, as she licked her lips, staring up at him with a naughty glint in her eye. Nick looked back at Paul as he felt Jenny open her mouth again for his dick. "I give you a job and you just won't stop until it's finished. You just -" Jenny's throat opened again and took the big head of his dick inside. Fuck, he'd never get tired of that feeling. "...you're not satisfied until the job is done," Oh fuck, she'd managed three quarters of it down her tight silky throat. Nick placed a hand on the back of her head. "...and done the way it needs to be done. All of it." And with that Nick pushed the sexy coed girlfriend all the way down to the root of his ten inch dick and held her there. "All of it. That's right," he said still looking at Paul with a friendly grin. He could feel Jenny's throat muscles tighten and constrict as he held her at the base of his dick. "That's just fucking great Paul. Really great. Really-" Nick coughed to cover the sound of Jenny's gagging. He could feel the viscous saliva drooling down over his, now soaking, balls. "Hey Paul," he coughed again, "would you mind grabbing me some water?"

"Sure thing congressman!" the unknowing kid said as he jumped up and out the door, shutting it behind him.

Nick released Jenny.

"AAaaaaaHHHhhhaaa," she gasped looking up at him with teary, mascara streaked eyes. Gasping for breath, she looked at him and slapped him playfully across the chest. "You almost killed me!"

"Yeah, but it was so hot," Nick smiled back at her.

Jenny, her throat sore, smiled back at him while she stroked his raging hard dick. "Don't do that again." And diving back down she started sucking Nick off with a fervor that could only be described as possessed.

"Oh FUCK, that's it girl. Hurry up. UNgh. Your boyfriend is gonna be back any second."

Hearing Nick talking about Paul made Jenny even more excited as she slammed her face down all ten inches of his dick again and again, sucking as hard as she could.

It felt like she was trying to suck his balls through his dick. Oh god! Fuck this girl was amazing. So close, so close, just one more time. And as Nick felt Jenny's hand reach up to play with his balls he let out a low groan.

"UUUunnnNNNNGGGHHH!!"

The first shot hit the back of her throat with such force that she gagged. The second and third coated the inside of her mouth with sticky saltiness she'd come to love. Jenny swallowed his cum diligently as he pumped more and more into her mouth. So much that some spilled out the sides and as she gulped down as much as she could. It felt like he was dumping pints of cum into her, but she loved every drop. The musky salty sweetness of the congressman's cum was an aphrodisiac for the beautiful buxom coed and she eagerly lapped it up as his massive cock exploded inside her already full mouth.

Nick's orgasm finally subsiding, she looked up into his eyes, her puffy pink lips dribbling cum over her chin and onto the floor. Careful not to spill any on his suit she opened her mouth and with a glint in her mascara smudged eyes, she showed him her mouthful.

"That's a good girl," Nick groaned.

A knock on the door.

Jenny swallowed her prize.

Another knock.

She wrapped her lips once more around Nick's cock causing him to moan as she took him once more deep in her throat sucking the last remnants of his cum out.

"Come in!"

Paul walked in with a cup of water. And if he'd been paying attention he could've seen the back of his girlfriend's head as she inhaled the congressman's softening cock. But he didn't.

Taking the water from Paul, Nick beamed at the young campaigner. ""That was just what I needed. Thanks Paul. Keep up the good work."




ElectOral College Ch. 02



"Thanks again sir," Paul replied, smiling and walking out of the office with a skip in his step.

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Jenny couldn't believe what she'd done. Sucked the congressman off while her boyfriend of 3 years was only a few feet away. What had happened to her? She was like a different person. The Jenny of a few months ago would never have dreamed of doing something like that. But Nick had changed her. She couldn't stop thinking about him, and his giant dick. It haunted her imagination. Even when she slept she couldn't stop thinking about it. 

As the days passed she was having trouble hiding her new self from her boyfriend. Paul knew something had changed. To try and eliminate his doubts she'd had sex with him the first night he got back. They'd left the campaign office together and walked home. As soon as they got through the door Paul had started kissing her and Jenny, knowing what she should do had gone along with it, trying to be as enthusiastic as she could. But when he entered her she knew that he would never be able to fulfill her the way the Congressman did. She'd tasted perfection and she couldn't go back.

The next couple weeks were like torture for Jenny. Paul was always around her, at the campaign office, at home, on her lunch break. 

She'd managed to sneak away a few times for a quickie with Nick, but her appetite for him had just gotten more and more intense. 

Lying in bed in his apartment, the Congressman having just rolled off her, her pussy dripping with his hot load, Jenny suddenly became worried. Her obsession with the congressman was making her a bad person. It was like any semblance of her morality had been exchanged with this burning lust. But now, with Paul back in her life her sense of right and wrong was starting to upset her.

"You want some water?... Jenny?"

Snapping out of her ethical confusion Jenny turned to the congressman who was standing at the foot of the bed stark naked. For a moment she stared at him. His dark hair, sleek, muscular body, down to the baseball bat of a dick swinging semi erect back and forth like a metronome. She couldn't take her eyes off it and moving to the edge of the bed, crawling over towards him on her stomach she reached out with her hand for the metronomic pleasure cannon.

"Woah," Nick said looking down at her, "I might need a couple minutes. You drained me baby."

Jenny looked up at him mischievously, her hand lightly wrapped around his cock. "I just can't seem to get enough. I'm such a slut aren't I? I'm your little cum slut Congressman."

"I could think of worse things you could be," Nick replied, staring lecherously at the buxom beauty gently fondling his package.

"Like?"

"A Republican?"

Jenny laughed and flipped over to her back showing off her huge 32F tits. In spite of his earlier statement Nick could help but reach down to fondle her perfect breasts, they taunted him. As he moved forward to grab them he felt Jenny's tongue start to lap absentmindedly at his balls, her oral attention breathing new life into his flaccidity. 

"Nick?" Jenny said, "Is this wrong?"

Nick pinched her nipples lightly. "There is nothing in the world that is wrong at this moment."

"But mmmpp mmmppphh mmmmmpph." The clarity of Jenny's sentence was lost as the congressman draped his balls completely over her mouth. She suckled on one popping the big orb into her mouth, but then turned her head away. 

"But what?" Nick asked stepping back from her.

Jenny stood up and looked at him directly. "I feel like I should break up with Paul. This isn't fair to him."

Nick walked towards the kitchen, "You want some water?"

"Nick I'm serious!"

As he popped some bottled water he turned to look at Jenny. She looked magnificent, all angry and following him, naked into the kitchen. Her green eyes blazing, her huge rack swaying, that sweet hairless pussy glistening.

"Okay, I'm listening," he said handing her a bottle.

"Paul doesn't deserve this. And what are we going to do after the election? Am I going to just come to Washington as your assistant slash fuck buddy? Is there anything more to this than sex?!"

"Woah, woah, easy!" Nick said moving over to her and wrapping his arms around her. "Of course there's more than just sex. Although the sex is just..."

"Yeah," Jenny said feeling the congressman's strong body pressed against her. She stared up at him.

"Listen, you're right. But there's no reason we have to figure this out right now. How about we just relax for a little and think about this later."

"I dunno."

"Come on baby. I was thinking...I've got a can of whipped cream in the fridge..."

"Nick..."

The congressman's hand reached up to gently cup one of her breasts. "...how about I spend some time eating it off my favorite tits?" 

And looking into his eyes, Jenny felt a tingle of moisture between her legs and a warmth in her cheeks, and when Nick pulled on her hair exposing her neck and as his lips softly kissed her just below her ear, Jenny melted and completely lost track of the direction she had intended the conversation to go.

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The day of the election it was miserable and rainy outside, but the campaign was abuzz with activity. As the early polls came in from across the state it was looking very good for Nick DeMarco and his staff. 

Jenny had woken early, but not as early as Paul who was already out the door by the time she'd woken up. He was spending the day with Steve passing out flyers and buttons at the local voting hubs, and had wanted to get as early a start as possible.

The last week had been excruciating for Jenny, for while she still loved Paul, she found herself making excuse after excuse to see the congressman. 'The Congressman needs me to..." had been the start of any sentence when she felt that burning lust building inside of her, and while she'd done whatever she could to push it away, spending all day with Nick DeMarco as his assistant had been like trying to quit heroin while working in an opium den.

Paul had been so consumed by the campaign that he'd hardly even noticed her absence, which made Jenny strangely angry and had been her impetus on more than one occasion to cheat on Paul. If he wasn't going to care about their relationship then why should she?

The votes had almost all been cast as Jenny and Nick made their way to the final event of the day which was taking place at the same hotel that she'd first been seduced by him. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since then, when, in truth, it had only been a couple weeks.

In the back of the limo Nick talked animatedly on the phone to one donor after another, thanking them for their support. Jenny sat across from him and his chief of staff, Eddie Grant, who's lecherous looks at her while he also called supporters of the congressman, forced Jenny to spend most of the trip pretending to work on her computer.

When they finally pulled up to the hotel, Jenny stepped out first to check that everything was in order for the party in the grand ballroom (the same one that she had first kissed Nick, and directly across from where they'd done...other things.)

Nick and Eddie hung back continuing their campaign telethon. 

"Yes, Mr. Lancaster, tonight at 8. I hope you can make it. Wouldn't want you and..." Nick faltered.

"Liza," Eddie chimed in without missing a beat.

"- Liza to miss the fun when I get re-elected. Ok...yes...you too. Bye now."

Nick went to dial another number when Eddie stopped him.

"What do you think you're doing Nick?"

"What?" Nick asked, confused.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Um, thanking people?"

Eddie pushed the button closing the divider that led to the limo driver. He took a deep breath and wiped his eternally shiny forehead. "The girl."

Nick's eyes blinked once, then twice, and then he said, "which girl?"

"My dead grandmother. Which girl do you think? The one with the wavy hair and the white dress with the, what was it? Oh yeah, the insanely big tits that you've been fucking for the last two weeks!"

"Easy Ernie."

"No!" Ernie yelled, "I will not take it easy!" He took a deep breath and looked Nick square in the eye. "You think I haven't spent a little time wondering what it'd be like to be buried balls deep in that hot little pussy? You think that hasn't crossed my mind?"

"Ernie -"

"No. Listen, Nick. Congressman. The last thing we need right now is for some snooping reporter to find out about your little tryst..."

"The votes are already in!" Nick said reaching for the door to the limo.

Eddie grabbed him, "That doesn't mean dick. If this comes out you'll be the laughingstock of the whole state."

"I will not."

"Yes you will. The people love nothing as much as a scandal. It'll burn right through all of our plans in the new term. Like a fucking brushfire. Kill it. Kill it before it kills you."

Nick pulled away from Eddie and exited the limo.

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Nick made his way into the hotel and to the reception desk. Where a smiling concierge greeted him.

"Mr. DeMarco, on behalf of Westville Hotel and the whole staff here I'd like to welcome you."

Nick, still hung up on what Ernie had said to him, replied rather brusquely, "Hi, can I just get my key please?"

"Your assistant already took the keys. She said she needed to set up the room to your liking. Oh and there was a young man -"

"Ok. Thanks." Nick said, cutting him off. He walked to the elevators, and pushing the button he waited. The elegance and regality of the hotel was a blur as Eddie's words kept ringing in his head. 'like a fucking brushfire...' 

Eddie was right, he had to end it. That was enough fucking around. He was a U.S. Congressman. A soon to be, two term U.S. Congressman. He had to get his shit together. 

And walking down the hall towards his room, past the golden wall sconces emitting a rich golden light through the hallway. Passing other hotel patrons, gaining speed and urgency in purpose, Nick finally arrived at suite 1442.

"Hello?" he called out upon entering.

"In here!" 

Nick walked through the elegant suite, the opulent décor of the room was lush with large couches and a full kitchen and even a foyer with a chandelier. He barely noticed any of it as he continued towards his difficult conversation with Jenny. He didn't want to break things off with her, but Ernie was right. This kind of thing always came back to haunt elected officials. It was almost a cliché. The number of men he knew personally who were involved in some kind of sex scandal was enough to force him to reevaluate his situation, no matter how incredible his little campaign slut was.

He turned a corner into the bedroom. And walking inside, set in his decision to follow Ernie's advice, Nick entered the softly lit bedroom and was brought to an immediate standstill...

"Hi," Jenny said.

***********************

The last week had been busy for Paul. Since he'd been back from Springfield the Congressman had sent him on innumerable errands all over Westville. Night and day he'd been incredibly busy. He'd met with city council members and discussed what they could do to help with the election, played shuffleboard at the local old folks home to inspire them to vote for the candidate, and he'd even had dinner with the mayor of Westville and listened to her drone on about what the Congressman should be doing to help the city.

Paul had barely gotten a chance to see Jenny, but given the demands of each of their positions he knew she understood. And the trust that Congressman DeMarco was showing by giving him so many important tasks was enough to bolster the young man into action no matter how horny or tired he was.

It was the day of the election and Paul had been supposed to spend it taking exit polls from the local voting stations. Unfortunately his car hadn't started that morning and Jenny wasn't picking up her phone. Without a car Paul wouldn't be able to make the rounds to all the polling stations. His only option was to get a cab and take it to the campaign headquarters.

Upon arriving there he saw that the place was nearly deserted. Walking up to Steve who was packing up some files into cardboard boxes Paul asked him where everyone had gone.

"To The Grand Hotel my man! The party's tonight!"

Paul had completely forgotten. The election headquarters and most of its personnel had effectively been moved to The Grand for the big night. 

"Aren't you supposed to be doing exit polls?" Steve asked.

Paul turned back to his friend. "My car won't start. Can you give me a ride over to the hotel? Maybe there's something I can do there."

"Sure bud!"

When Paul and Steve arrived at the Grand it was festooned with campaign regalia. Life sized cutouts of Congressman Nick DeMarco were on either side of the entrance and the lobby was awash with DeMarco kitsch.

Everyone from the campaign was there, running around like crazy people, trying to get ready for the night's events. Paul didn't see Jenny so he walked up to the front desk.

"Excuse me, is there a Jennifer Carter staying at the hotel?"

The concierge, a wisp of a man, looked annoyed as he typed the name in. "We have no one by that name staying at the hotel, sir."

She must not have arrived yet, thought Paul. Where was she then?

"Is the Congressman here?" Paul asked the concierge, who again gave him an aggravated look. 

"Are you with the campaign?"

"Yes," Paul replied pulling out his ID.

"Congressman DeMarco is here yes."

"Which room is he in?"

"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to give out that information, sir," and with that he turned away from Paul.

Looking across the lobby Paul saw Marshall Stewart, the Congressman's press secretary talking on his cell phone. Walking over Marshall held up a finger for Paul to wait a moment.

"Yeah Jimmy! Looking forward to it. See ya tonight," he said turning to Paul. "What?"

"Hi sir, I was just wondering what I could do to help."

"Well what are you supposed to be doing?"

"Taking exit polls, but -"

"- Then take exit polls," he said, walking away.

Paul stood alone in the middle of the lobby and for the first time in weeks he had nothing to do. He was about to start typing emails to supporters on his phone when he saw the dashing figure of Nick DeMarco walking across the lobby. The congressman looked to be in a bad mood as he made his way to the concierge.

Paul watched him take a key and head for the elevators. Nick had always been really friendly to Paul, and at that moment, when he desperately wanted to help during the last few hours of his first campaign, Paul could think of no one better to turn to than Nick DeMarco.

He jumped up and ran to the elevator bank. "Congressman!" he called out. "Congressman!" But the doors had already closed. Paul saw the elevator lights reach the fifth floor and stop, and quickly jumping onto another one he made his way to the fifth floor. 

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"Hi," Nick responded. His voice feeling like it was coming from someone else as he stared at the glorious sight before him.

Jenny Carter was laying on the bed. Both ankles had been tied, with what looked like scarves, and were spread eagle, fixed to the two bottom posts of the four-poster bed. Her right hand was also attached, but her left was left loose. And she was naked. Perfectly, unconscionably naked. Her skin glowing a light gold as the light shined across her body. Her hair splayed out behind her in rivulets of auburn. Pussy glistening with dew as sweet as honey while her massive breasts, all 32F of them, hung pendulous across her chest, beckoning to him.

All thoughts of propriety had left Nick DeMarco's mind.

"Congressman, I was wondering if you could help me," her sweet, tremulous voice said. "I couldn't tie the last one."

Nick snapped out of his daze and walked to the bedpost where a scarf lay loose beside her. He reached down and wrapped it, delicately around her wrist, their hands grazing each other's, and even that small contact sent shivers down his spine. He attached her wrist to the post and looked down at his conquest. Her radiant face seemed both excited and afraid at what could come of her little game.

"What is all this?" Nick asked, confused and yet excited, very excited as his trouser leg began to show a growing tumescence.

"This," began his busty assistant, "is your election day." Jenny tugged on each of the scarves, making sure they were fastened. "Tonight, before the election, you are going to have your way with me. Any. Way. However you want me. I'm yours. But to start I think you should take off those clothes. After that, it's up to you." 

Nick began to quickly remove his shirt and tie, and attempted, in his haste, to take his pants off over his shoes. Jenny giggled at his enthusiasm. Quickly removing his shoes and socks and then pants and underwear Nick Demarco stood naked, at the foot of the bed, once again admiring his prize.

How could he give her up? She was perfection incarnate. The way her long legs bent excitedly at the sight of his 10 inch manhood. Her flat, toned stomach, her long hair, those massive perfect breasts taunting him to come and play. What heterosexual man could ever deny himself a siren like her?

Nick slowly crawled onto the edge of the bed holding himself above his nubile, tied-up assistant. His large penis dangling between them, occasionally brushing against her, causing a stirring of lust in both.

"Where should I start?" Nick groaned in anticipation.

"Well, obviously it's your choice sir, but might I make a recommendation?" Jenny said, her blue eyes occasionally glancing down to marvel at the object of her fantasies held precipitously above her torso. 

"Of course."

"I think you should fuck my tits."

Nick's eyes burned with desire as he kneeled over her and laid his tool against her chest bone. He reached for her huge breasts, each filling his large hands to capacity. But before starting he leaned down and kissed Jenny passionately and whispered, "Spit in my mouth."

Jenny happily obliged and the Congressman held her saliva in his mouth before letting it stream out over her weighty orbs. 

Now slick with spit, he pressed her tits together around his big dick, the head poking out the top as he started to slide back and forth, fucking those perfect breasts, slowly, luxuriating in every thrust. 

"Mmmmmm...baby..."

"Yes sir?" Jenny watched him, her big eyes glazed with lust and the Congressman's shaft slid closer and closer to her face.

"Your tits were made for this." Nick said as he sank his dick between the fatty orbs.

Nick picked up speed and fervor. The feeling of her supple breasts wrapped around his cock was almost too much to handle, but when she stuck out her tongue and he watched her flick his cockhead each time he thrusted he thought he might cum right then.

Nick slowed down so as not to end the evening before it had even begun. He was getting a little too excited, his 10-inch cock as hard and excited as it had ever been.

"Something wrong?" Jenny asked as he released her tits from around his cock.

"Just thought I'd move on to the next course," Nick replied as he moved up the bed towards her face.

"Mmmmm...delicious," Jenny said, licking her lips and watching as Nick's big cock made its way towards her open mouth.

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As Paul walked down the hallway towards the Congressman's room he smiled thinking about all the excitement that awaited him after the campaign finished and he was officially part of Nick DeMarco's team. His first campaign and he'd already been promoted and had a personal relationship with one of the most powerful men in the country. 

As he neared the door and moved to press the large round doorbell Paul saw that the latch for the lock had propped the door open. Knocking, he waited for an answer and hearing none he pushed the door open.




ElectOral College Ch. 02



As he gingerly stepped into the hotel suite he heard muffled voices emanating from the bedroom. Not wanting to disturb the Congressman, Paul took a seat on the opulent couch and waited.

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Jenny opened her throat as wide as she could to accommodate the obscene girth of Nick DeMarco's cock. And although she'd deepthroated him dozens of times, she still marveled at how stretched out her throat became to fit him inside. Her gag reflex taunted her as Nick straddled her chest and fed his prick down her gullet slowly and confidently.

God he was beautiful. His chiseled torso towered over her as she stared at him through watery eyes.

"That's it baby," he whispered, "Ungh...Take it all."

And Jenny did just that.

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Paul wasn't sure what he should do. The Congressman might be in an important meeting, and interrupting him just to ask for a job seemed inappropriate. So he continued to wait, pulling out his phone and checking his email.

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Nick pulled his cock out of Jenny's mouth and climbed off her. He still marveled at how deliciously sexy she was. Her body was voluptuous and taut, but her face was innocent. The girl next door. An untouched snowflake. And yet she had been touched and defiled and ravaged. She was the virgin whore. Every man's fantasy.

Jenny eyed Nick quizzically, propping herself up on her elbows, "Where are you going?" 

"Just getting something," Nick replied. "Don't move."

And that was when the Congressman exited the bedroom.

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"Paul?"

Paul looked up from his phone and saw something he at first couldn't understand. The Congressman, his boss, was standing in front of him. About ten feet away at the entrance to the bedroom. He had a look of surprise on his face. 

Paul was also surprised. Confused and disoriented, for, as he stared at Nick DeMarco, his eyes finally translating the reality of what he was looking at, he saw that the Congressman was completely naked, covered in a sheen of sweat. His strong, muscular body on display, and looking lower Paul couldn't help but stare at the massive, flag pole of a penis angrily pointing at him almost accusatorily.

Finally Paul found the wherewithal to avert his eyes. "Uh - um - Congressman I -"

"What are you doing in my room?" DeMarco asked, not attempting to cover himself up at all.

"I - I just -," Paul bumbled.

The Congressman lazily walked across the room and opened the fridge taking out a bottle of water. "Yes?"

Paul was looking at the floor and shielding his eyes, "I just wanted something to do sir. Sorry, I didn't mean to -"

"It's fine. Just give me a moment. Don't move." DeMarco said, re-entering the bedroom and closing the door.

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Sadistic? Perhaps. Depraved? Most likely. But Nick wasn't about to pass up on an opportunity that had the potential to be even hotter than the blowjob he'd gotten in his office. Walking back into the bedroom he looked at Jenny. She lay sprawled as he'd left her. Naked, her skin glistening in the dim light. Her auburn hair splayed around her. Fuck she's hot, he thought. And she has no idea that her boy friend is just outside the door. 

Without a word Nick untied her hands and feet and then climbed on top of her, his massive cock positioned just above her hot, tight pussy.

"Who was that?" Jenny asked lifting her legs to better accommodate him.

"No one."

Jenny frowned, but was quickly distracted by the head of Nick's cock as it pushed inside her. "UGH! Fuck!" she moaned.

Nick didn't waste any time. Without giving her a chance to adjust to his size as he usually did he began plowing into the busty young coed with a preternatural gusto.

"AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!" Jenny screamed, her face twisted in the gray area between pleasure and pain.

Nick slammed all ten inches into her again and again. The thought that her boyfriend was listening to her moan while she cheated on him was almost too much to handle.

He flipped her over and pulled her up onto her hands and knees, and reaching for his tie he opened her mouth with it and pulled. He was going to ride her like a filly, and the gag in her mouth would distort her voice so that Paul wouldn't know a thing. Well, other than the fact that the Congressman was clearly fucking the daylights out of someone. 

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Jenny bit down on the Congressman's tie as he pulled it back, her cheeks pulled back in an uncomfortable grimace, but she didn't care. As his dick pressed once again inside her she lost all sense of space and time. And as the Nick began once again to drive his penis into her, her world exploded. She was cumming again and again, over and over, her eyes closed tightly as the pistoning cock drove her to the edge. 

He grabbed one of her breasts as he continued to plow himself inside her and Jenny was in heaven. Atop a cloud of lust and desire she never thought was possible.

And opening her eyes for a moment, the dim light of the room coming into a hazy focus, her head bouncing with each thrust, her pupils dilating to adjust to the dim light, she thought she saw the glimmer of metal or something shiny by the door, but quickly forgot about it as Nick tightened his grip on her harness with one hand and slapped her ass hard with the other.

"UGMMH!!" Jenny groaned as the slap's vibration echoed to her clit. 

Jenny hadn't stopped cumming for a few minutes and the room was starting to spin. Her senses were on fire, and eyes were rolling back in her head, and just as she felt herself starting to drift into a black void, a lovely warm catatonia, she heard Nick groan and pull hard on the tie, her mouth stretched tautly open and then, deep inside her, she felt his cock begin to dump the impossible amount of cum she had grown so fond of.

And then nothing.

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Nick wasn't sure, but the orgasm he'd just had might have been the biggest of his life to date. Watching Jenny pass out while he continued to blow what felt like gallons of cum into her tight, clenching pussy was so fucking hot, and the thought that her boyfriend Paul was listening to the whole raucous affair had sent him over the edge with a force he didn't think was possible. 

Careful not to wake her, Nick pulled himself out of Jenny and watched with lust as a flood of his semen dripped from her swollen pussy. She was lying below him, face down, completely unconscious, his tie still in her mouth, her massive tits squashed beneath her.

As twisted and cruel as what he'd just done was, he couldn't help but smirk at how excited it got him. His cock was quickly returning to full hardness as he walked to the bathroom to put on a robe.

Giving himself a once over in the mirror he winked at his tall, sweaty and satiated image and throwing on the robe he walked into the living room to say hi to his cum slut's boyfriend.

"Sorry about that I - " Nick said turning the corner, but stopping short he saw that no one was there. Smirking to himself, he figured that the poor kid had maybe just been a little too embarrassed to listen to the show for very long. What a prude.

Nick was just about to wake Jenny up for round 2 when he heard his phone ringing and quickly finding his suit pants in the bedroom he grabbed it and answered. "Hello?"

"..." 

Nothing on the other line. "Hello?"

He heard someone clear their throat and say, "Hi."

"This is Congressman Nick DeMarco. Who is this?"

"..."

Nick was just about to hang up when the voice spoke up again.

"Paul."

"Hey Paul! What happened to you buddy? I came back out and you'd left."

"Yeah...uh...sorry...I just..."

"Just what?" Nick asked.

"I just...I just..."

"What Paul? You just what?"

"I got what I needed." Paul replied in an almost inaudible voice.

"You did huh? What was that?" Nick asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and started slowly stroking the side of Jenny's big tit, as she lay asleep next to him.

"..."

"Listen, Paul, I'm a little busy right now, so unless you need something else -"

"No, you listen -"

"Excuse me?" 

"You. Listen." Paul's voice was no longer a whisper. It held a confidence that Nick hadn't heard before from the scrawny kid. 

Nick stopped touching Jenny and frowned. Who the fuck did this kid think he was telling me to - 

"Nick, I'm going to give you two options. Option A and Option B."

"First of all, Paul, I'd prefer it if you called me 'sir' or 'Congressman' -"

"Shut the fuck up Nick."

Nick was so taken aback that he couldn't even reply.

"Option A," continued Paul, "is that I press the button on my computer screen in front of me. Do you want to know what happens after I do that Nick?"

"Paul I -"

"After I press that button the video I recorded about ten minutes ago of you fucking my girlfriend gets sent out to every news agency in the state. That's option A. I'm sure you can imagine what would happen if you choose option A."

Nick felt like his brain was spinning like a dervish. "How..."

"How did I get a video of you fucking my girlfriend? Well, funny you should ask. As soon as I walked into your hotel I smelled something familiar, and when you left to go fuck my girlfriend I realized what it was... Jenny's perfume. And then, when I heard someone having sex, well, I just put two and two together and voila! Now we've kind of gotten off topic, so if you could just hold your questions for a minute."

Nick wasn't sitting anymore; he was walking into the bathroom, closing the door and staring wide eyed into the mirror.

"So that's Option A. Political annihilation, social ruin...you get it. Option B, and truthfully this is the one I prefer, is that I don't press this button. Good, right?"

"Uh..."

"Yeah, thought you'd like that. Now the only thing about Option B is one tiny little stipulation." Paul paused. "I own you."

Nick stared at himself in the glass. "What?"

"I. Own. You. Congressman. First of all, I'm your new chief of staff. Secondly, whatever decision you make for however long I decide, will be made with my permission. Got it? I don't want you pissing without asking me first. And if you ever disagree with me, if you ever try and sabotage Option B in any way, if you do anything that I don't approve of, well, then we go back to Option A. That make sense?"

This wasn't happening. "Yes."

"Good. So make whatever calls you need to make because as of tonight, Congressman Nick DeMarco, you belong to me."

Please God this wasn't happening. 

"Oh! But you can keep fucking Jenny if you want. That cunt is dead to me. Plus she really looked like she was enjoying herself, and who am I to take that away from her? Okay Nick. Talk to you later."

And with that the phone went dead. And so did Nick Demarco's life as he knew it.

************************

Paul looked out the window of the hotel lobby and put his phone in his pocket. The sun was setting into the ocean casting a rich orange glow over the world, and allowing himself a small smile, Paul stood up and walked outside into the crisp fall air.



ElectOral College



Later in the day, after multiple cups of coffee and a futile attempt to lose himself in work Nick decided that the distraction of Jenny Carter had to finally be dealt with. He was going to have to let her go. As much as his raging desire desperately wanted him to keep her around, if only to stare at, he knew that the last thing he needed was the distraction. He was running for re-election after all.

He exited his office and made a beeline for Jenny Carter, who sat with her back to him. And as he arrived at her desk, ready to tell her, very directly and professionally, that her services in the campaign would no longer be needed, she looked up at him. And he looked down at her. Down at her startlingly beautiful face, the picture of innocence and sexuality. The Madonna and the whore. Then his eyes traveled to her sweater, stretched taut around those big ripe 32F tits. The sweater's v-neck creating a cavernous valley between those two glorious peaks. Oh god how he wanted to just bury his face between all that supple flesh. 

Careful not to stare at her chest for too long the Congressman opened his mouth to let her go, and just as he was about to speak he had a fantastic idea. Like a bright white light of inspiration.

He walked around behind Jenny's chair and started to gently massage her soft shoulders. His finger's kneaded her tight muscles and he could have sworn she moaned a little. 

"Paul, I need you to take care of something for me. Meet me in my office in five minutes?"

"Sure Congressman." 

"Great." This was going to easy.

After giving her shoulders one last squeeze, Nick walked back into his office. Once back inside he adjusted his slight hard-on and sat down at his desk. Was this really the road he was going down? Yes, he thought. Definitely. 

A few minutes later Jenny's boyfriend walked in.

"Paul! Please have a seat." The boyfriend squirmed anxiously as Nick stared him down. How did a peon like this get to go to bed every night with her? It was unjust. And if there was one thing Nick DeMarco hated it was injustice. "How have you been liking working for the campaign these last few weeks?"

"I...I've loved it Congressman."

"Are you ready for something a little more? A little bigger? Paul, I'd like you to organize our volunteers in Springtown. You'd be in charge. You'd be the Big Kahuna. You think you can handle that?"

"Yes. Yes, definitely. I could definitely handle that. I could --"

"Ok, good. You'll be leaving immediately. We'll put you up in a hotel in Springtown. You can work out of there. It'll be at least until after the primary. That gonna be ok?"

"Yes," the peon said, "Yes I could...that'd be amazing!"

"Great. Grab whatever you're gonna need. I'll need you in Springtown tonight."

"Thank you! Thank you for the opportunity sir!"

"Don't mention it," Nick replied. "You can go." He smiled to himself as Paul ran out of the room. Lose the boyfriend. Check.

Later that day Nick was looking out his window into the campaign headquarters. The majority of his staff had left, only a few stragglers remained behind, and one of those stragglers was Jenny. He picked up his phone.

A few minutes later he had Jenny sitting at his desk, her fingers poised over the keyboard, ready to take dictation. Nick had been momentarily distracted by the streaming images of Jenny in all types of lurid positions floating through his mind, but quickly regaining control he said, "Dear Mrs. Andrews, I'm just writing to thank you for your generous donation. I can't tell you how instrumental your help has been..." Nick paused. Jenny turned her big blue eyes to him. 

"Everything ok?"

Nick smiled at her. His most winning smile. "Jenny," he said, taking a seat on the edge of the desk. "In view of the promotion I just gave Paul, how would you feel about a more important role in this campaign as well?"

"Uh, like what?"

"Well, it seems that there don't seem to be enough hours in the day for me to accomplish all of the things I need to get done, and my campaign manager has been hounding me to get an assistant to help out with the day to day grind." 

Jenny raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Ok."

"Would you be willing to work as my assistant? It may mean lots of extra hours. You'd also need to be available to help me in any capacity I need." Like taking it from behind while I bend you over my dining room table, Nick thought, smirking. "Do you think that's something you'd be interested in?"

"Well..."

Nick realized he was going to have to pull out the big guns, so to speak. "My assistant can also expect a position in Washington when we win the election."

"Really?" Jenny replied, apparently already imagining her new life in the Capital.

"Yep. You think you'd be up to it?"

Jenny took a moment to think. "Yeah. Yeah I'd love to be your assistant." She smiled. Nick smiled back.

"Great!" Nick replied. Get close to her. Check. "You start tomorrow."

***************

Jenny had been working as the Congressman's...Nick's assistant for a few days and she was actually having a really good time. He was a lot of fun, and she got to do all kinds of things that she wasn't doing before as an intern. She got to travel with his staff, go to fundraisers, drive around in limos, and she'd spent a lot of time with the Congressman one on one as well. He was easy to get along with. Very easy. 

They would joke with each other and there was even a little bit of flirtation. Polite flirtation. Nothing that would get noticed. They were just kidding around.

Paul was still in Springtown, and he seemed to be having the time of his life organizing the volunteers. He called her a lot when he first got there, but recently they seemed to be talking less. They were both just so busy with their respective parts in the campaign. Which was fine. She was busy herself.

Jenny had just gotten out of the shower. She was being picked up by 'the posse', (the name she had given to the caravan of vehicles and staff that followed Nick DeMarco everywhere) they were going to a fundraiser that evening. A big fundraiser out of town. 

Jenny quickly dried her hair, styled it, pulled it back with a twist and got dressed. She chose a deep maroon dress that accentuated her curves in an appropriate, but still sexy, way. The back of the dress was open, only a tiny clasp at her neck. Elegant and sexy, she thought twirling in front of the mirror.

Jenny wasn't stupid. She knew the Congressman had a thing for her. It seemed relatively innocent, and she was perfectly fine with accepting the attention of one of the most powerful men in the world. A woman has to use what she's given, her mother always used to say, and even though Nick DeMarco thought of her as his assistant, she had him under her thumb. 

That said, she still loved the way he stared at her when he thought she wasn't looking. Like he was undressing her with his eyes. Those steel grey eyes. That strong chin and leading man's face. 

Paul. Remember Paul. Her boyfriend had been gone for only a week, but so much had changed in her life since then it felt like he'd been gone for months. But she loved Paul. She loved him.

Pulling the maroon dress on and sliding the straps over her shoulders Jenny checked herself in the mirror. Sexy and professional, she thought. Perfect.

She grabbed her clutch and walked outside where 'the Posse' was already waiting. Climbing into Nick's limousine she was greeted by the Congressman and his chief of staff, a perpetually sweaty man named Eddie Grant. As she ducked under the limo's door Jenny saw that the Congressman, and Eddie most likely, was taking the opportunity to get a nice peek down the front of her backless red dress. Jenny didn't mind. She liked when he looked.

"Evening Jenny," Nick smiled. He was dressed in a tuxedo looking like an old movie star. Cary Grant or Clark Gable in their prime. She continually had to reassure herself that she was just doing her job, but the errant thought seemed to always find a way of creeping into her head, and the form fitting tuxedo wasn't helping. 

"Evening Mr. Congressman." She smiled back. 

The fundraiser was being held at the Grand Hotel just outside of Westville. When they arrived Jenny saw that there were already photographers and journalists lining up in front of the entrance for the Congressman and other notable invitees. Jenny let Nick out of the limo first. As soon as he exited, the Congressman turned and extended his hand to aide Jenny out of the car herself. Such gentlemanly ways didn't go unnoticed. 

As the flashbulbs lit up their entrance Jenny noticed that Nick wasn't letting go of her hand, and she heard a few reporters call out, "Congressman DeMarco! Who's your date?" To which she turned, startled but flattered at the implication that she could be somehow linked to Nick DeMarco.

The fundraiser was already in full swing as the Demarco posse made their way into the grand ballroom. Nick quickly began shaking hands and joking with some of the guests. A big band was set up on the stage at the far end of the room, and everyone was sipping champagne and dressed to the nines. All of the evening's decadence, the ice sculptures and the hors-doevres and the dancing and excitement. It was almost too much for Jenny. She went to the bar and ordered a glass f champagne. Turning back to the festivities she started looking for Nick, wondering whether he needed anything. It was her job after all. She couldn't see him in all the hubbub. Although she did notice several men practically staring at her. She suddenly became a little self conscious at her outfit, her deep red skirt barely covered her legs and the back of her dress was bare, leaving no question as to whether she was wearing a bra. 

For a moment Jenny wondered whether she should have worn something a little less revealing, but that thought quickly left her mind. I must be looking pretty good tonight, she thought.

"You look great tonight," a voice behind her said as if in response.

Turning she saw Nick DeMarco, looking at her. Looking pretty good himself, holding a glass of wine and smirking. He always smiled for the cameras, but when it was just the two of them he always seemed to smirk, a devilish grin that was more than a little alluring.

"Thanks. You do too," she said smiling demurely up at him.

"I need a favor."

"Wow, so much for foreplay," she laughed.

"Sorry, I just, there's this potential donor, Arthur Kraft --"

"The gazzillionaire?"

"That's him," Nick replied, "Anyway...I don't know how to put this, but..."

"What?" Jenny asked, curious.

"Well, he has a thing for beautiful young women --"

" --I'm not sleeping with him!" Jenny said, a little too loud.

Nick started laughing and Jenny instantly felt stupid. When he controlled his laughter he turned back to her.

"No, no," he said. "That wasn't what I was asking, although that's good to know." He leaned into her, his mouth moving to her ear as he whispered, "I need you to pretend that we're dating."

Jenny looked at him confused, but also secretly titillated.

"It's a guy thing. A power thing. If I have a girl as beautiful and sexy as you on my arm then he's bound to be distracted and more open to a generous donation."

Jenny felt a familiar warmth between her legs at hearing Nick describe her as beautiful and sexy. She looked up at him coyly. "I'm not sure. I mean, I do already have a boyfriend. Remember? He's part of your campaign?"

Nick smiled...or rather smirked. "Of course I remember," he said gently tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear, the simple gesture making Jenny breathe a little heavier. "But this would just be pretend. And there aren't any photographers in here. No one would know. Although you'll have to act the part if it's going to work."

Jenny thought for a moment. Paul would understand. This was for the campaign. She was only doing her job for the campaign. "Ok," she said, "I'll do it."

Nick extended his elbow and she placed her arm through his as he escorted her across the room.

Arthur Kraft was sitting at a private table gnawing on a bread roll when they approached. He looked to be in his mid-sixties, with grey hair and thick glasses, and what looked to be a permanent scowl painted onto his face. Although as soon as he saw Nick approach, or more specifically Jenny, his face contorted into, what Jenny assumed, was a smile. A lecherous, sickly smile.

"Arthur! So good of you to come tonight," Nick called out.

"Nicholas," he stated gravelly as if he were taking attendance. And then quickly turning back to Jenny he smiled, "And who might this be?"

"This is --"

" --I'm Nick's girlfriend," Jenny yelled out more enthusiastically than she'd meant to. The strangeness of saying those words about someone other than Paul, and the excitement about saying them about Congressman Nick DeMarco made her mind race.

"Well," Arthur Kraft replied, "It seems that Nicky has hit the jackpot, eh?"

Nick turned to smile at Jenny and then gave her a conspiratorial wink at Arthur's predictability. "I believe I have, Arthur."

Over the next ten or fifteen minutes Nick and Arthur chatted about the campaign and politics and sports, and Jenny smiled politely and played the part of Nick's eye-candy. Nick would occasionally reach over and put his hand on hers or give her a peck on the cheek, nothing to write home about. And just as it seemed that the conversation was winding down Arthur turned to her.

"So, have you two been together long?"

Jenny's mind raced for the right answer. "Yes, well, a few months."

"It's strange I haven't seen you before," the older man said. His eyes were spending a considerable amount of time on her chest, making Jenny mildly self-conscious. "I feel that I would have remembered such a... lovely young lady."

"I spend most of my time doing charity work," Jenny replied.

"Oh? What kind?"

Her mind clouded over as she desperately tried to think of anything.

"Taking care of me Arthur," Nick laughed. "Isn't that charity enough?"

Jenny took a swig of her champagne.

"Well how about a little more charity eh?" Arthur Kraft smirked, his eyes never seeming to leave Jenny's ample bust. "How about you two indulge an old man's voyeuristic tendencies?"

Jenny's eyebrows raised. What did he mean by voyeuristic tendencies?

"How about you give the Congressman a kiss?"

"Arthur!" Nick laughed. "You old letch!"

"Come on. What's a kiss? It's nothing." Arthur said to Jenny's breasts.

Jenny was astonished that he would even ask for something so...strange. And turning to Nick, looking for his thoughts, she was more than a little surprised when she saw him shrug at her and smirk and then leaning in, before she even had a chance to think, her lips were pressing against his.

At first Jenny was so startled that she could barely react, but as the Congressman opened his mouth, and she tasted his lips, and his mouth opened a little further and she suddenly felt the tip of his tongue flick across her teeth, Jenny lost herself. His hand gently reached behind her head to pull her deeper into him, and with that small movement Jenny felt herself, as if removed from her body, as if they were the only ones in the ballroom, Jenny felt her mouth open wider and with a heady intensity, she relented into Nick's mouth and was swept away by his lips, his tongue, his...

"Wow! That was just...wow," Arthur said as Nick slowly pulled away from her.

She looked over at Nick and his eyes were bright, brighter than normal, a look of hungry lust just behind the grey. And she knew that her eyes had the same glaze, the same hunger.

The kiss couldn't have lasted more than ten seconds, but in that small period of time Jenny felt everything change. 

And then her phone rang.

Reaching into her bag she pulled it out and saw that Paul was calling. Paul. Her boyfriend. She turned back to Nick, and then to Arthur who said, "Go ahead, pick it up." 

But Jenny didn't pick it up. She simply put it back in her bag and then the ringing stopped.

"It's not important," she said without a trace of guilt. She licked her lips and could still taste the Congressman. 

Everything had changed.

********************

As the limo pulled up in front of his apartment building Congressman DeMarco was just finishing up a phone call.

"Yes, Arthur, you'll see us there tonight. You can't miss her. You definitely can't miss her."

"That good huh," the old billionaire said on the other end.

"You can judge for yourself Arthur, but let me say this. In all my days as a red-blooded man I haven't seen anything that comes close to this girl," Nick said. "So, do we have a deal?"

"Are you joking?" Arthur laughed. "You give me building permits for Kraft Inc. for next to nothing, and all I have to do is act like a pervert while watching you make out with some young tart? Yeah, we have a deal."

"Good," Nick smiled. "Just don't forget your lines."

"Don't worry Congressman." 

Nick walked to the limo and climbed in. 

When Jenny climbed into the backseat a few minutes later Nick's eyes nearly popped out of his head. As she ducked under the door, the view down her the front of her dress, her perfectly magnificent breasts almost completely exposed for just a second, were enough to give the Congressman more than a little wood.

Arriving at the event Nick made a point to keep his hand in Jenny's well after they had exited the limo and had been photographed by nearly every photographer in the area. Photo op. Check, he thought.

And the perfection of the evening wasn't going to end there. Aside from the considerable donations to the campaign that he accepted graciously, he was far more interested in the evening's main event. 

Leading Jenny over to Arthur he could sense the eyes of the entire ballroom on them as they walked. For his part, Arthur played the role of an old letch perfectly. Which was no great surprise. He was probably getting a kick out of it. Not to mention a rather large land deal. 

But as Nick leaned in and kissed Jenny he realized he would have given thirty land deals for a chance with her. Her mouth was sweet and soft, her lips like two plush cushions and her tongue tasted like cinnamon.

Neither of them spoke as they walked slowly away from Arthur Kraft, who stared after them with a smile and shake of the head. Nick reached over and took her hand, which she didn't pull away despite the fact that the pantomime for Arthur had ended. 

They walked in silence, out of the Grand Ballroom and across to a door, which Nick had already made sure, was unlocked. Another ballroom. Empty and dark. The silhouettes of tables and chairs stacked against the walls. The only light coming from the windows, and the tungsten glow from the streetlights outside. 

They entered the room and Nick turned and locked the door from the inside. The fateful 'click' echoing off the walls.

Jenny looked at him with her large blue eyes, and before she could say a word Nick leaned in and kissed her again. Gently. His mouth tentatively pressing to hers.

"No I can't do this," she said turning away. "I have a boyfriend Congressman."

Nick walked behind her and leaned down to her ear. "It's just us in here. No one else. He'll never know. No one will know." He let his lips reach out and drag against her earlobe causing Jenny to moan slightly. His hands held her arms, pulling her against him, as he moved his mouth to drag along her neck. Jenny moaned a little louder as he kissed and licked just below her jawbone.

"Mmmmm. But...my...Paul," she whimpered, as the Congressman reached up with one of his hands to her hair and pulled her head back softly, exposing more of her neck to him and a view of her glorious cleavage.

Nick moved back up to her ear, gently sucking on her lobe again, his hands now moving to her waist, slowly, inch by inch gliding to her ribcage, the underswell of her breasts and slowly, ever so slowly, his hands moved up and his fingers sank into her massive tits and Nick felt his heart beating so hard in excitement that he thought it might burst from his chest. He sank his fingers in as she elicited a whimper, a moan, his hands kneading her tits through the thin material of her dress. 




ElectOral College



Jenny was breathless. Desperate to stop him, but more desperate for him to keep going. The raging heat between her legs was a furnace, pushing all thoughts of fidelity and Paul to the back of her mind.

Nick dragged his lips gently against her ear as he whispered, "Do you feel that?" He pulled her back against him, pushing his already hard cock against the small of her back, moving it against her spine. The backless dress created no barrier other than his tuxedo pants. Jenny could feel the heat of his hard length pressing against her exposed skin, his hands still grasping at her big tits, his lips still playing with her ear. "That's all for you Jenny...Every...last...inch."

"Oh god," Jenny moaned, leaning her head back, turning around and meeting Nick's lips again, kissing him now with reckless abandon. Her mouth opened wide, pushing her tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth. 

Nick knew she had relented and kissing her harder he moved them both to the center of the ballroom. Jenny was already pulling off his jacket, exposing the tent that his erection had made. With no regard to cufflinks or clasps, their mouths open wide to the other, Jenny pulled at the congressman's starched white shirt, pulling open the buttons and revealing the hard body beneath. She had never been so turned on in her life, never wanted anything more than this man, this leader of the free world. She didn't know whether it was his power or his masculinity or just his smell, but she was intoxicated. 

For his part, Nick was happy to watch her attack him. Finally his gift was ready to be unwrapped. Unwrapped. Nick smiled and then pulled his lips from Jenny's. A confused expression on her face as if he'd just taken away her favorite food.

He smirked at her. That same smirk he reserved for her whenever they were alone only this time it was deeper, and more arrogant. "Take off your dress."

Jenny heard his voice echo off the walls of the ballroom. She turned sultrily in her heels, smiling at him, teasing him. "But Mr. Congressman, would that be appropriate?"

"I don't care about appropriate," Nick said, his eyes lusting after her hungrily.

"But what would your constituents say?"

"Fuck my constituents," Nick smirked.

"But Mr. Congressman," Jenny said, walking towards him slowly, her heels clacking on the parquet floor, "I'm one of your constituents." She stopped a few feet away. Reaching up behind her neck she undid the clasp. "Are you going to fuck me?"

And before he could respond Jenny let the slinky red fabric slowly slide down her body. Nick thought he might die. The natural shelf that Jenny's breasts created allowed the dress to linger a moment longer before finally it fell to the floor in a puddle around her feet. 

Nick walked towards Jenny, now naked, but for a lacy red thong and a pair of heels. As he moved towards her he marveled at the twenty one year old goddess in front him. His heart was racing and the tent in his pants had grown another few inches. Her long auburn hair was still pulled back and up, her perfect soft skin glowing in the tiny amount of light coming through the window. Her massive 32F breasts without a hint of sag, perfectly formed, sculpted, a picture of fuckable perfection.

And standing in front of her he answered her question. "Yes, Jenny Carter. I am going to fuck you." And reaching up he lifted his hand and placed it around her huge tit and sunk his fingers in.

Jenny let out a gasp, which quickly turned to a moan as the Congressman wrapped his arms around her, their warm bodies pressing against eachother. Nick kissed Jenny's neck, his tongue kissing her soft skin, and bending at the waist he lifted one of her magnificent breasts to his mouth, her quarter sized nipples already taut with excitement. He sucked hard around her tit causing Jenny to groan, and reaching for his pants she began to undo the belt and the buckle, and finally she pulled down the zipper letting his slacks fall to the floor.

Nick's mouth was still stretched around her breast, feeding desperately, she tasted like lavender, and as his pants dropped he pulled his face back leaving her skin glistening with his saliva.

Getting her first opportunity, Jenny looked at the Congressman's extreme bulge, straining against the fabric of his briefs, a small stain of pre-cum visible by the waistband, even in the dim light. Without a word she stepped into him and ran her hands down his strong chest, over his abdomen and down over his hard swell. Kissing his chest, she bent at the waist, her breasts swinging beneath her as she kneeled on the floor in front of him.

Nick looked at her with a wild excitement. All thoughts of what was right or wrong had left his mind the minute he laid eyes on Jenny Carter over a month before, and finally, after all this time, he had her right where he wanted her. 

"Mmmmm," she hummed only a few inches from his straining package, "Mr. Congressman, how will you help the country with such a big distraction?" Reaching up she rubbed her hands against the bulging cotton.

Nick played along, although the sight of Jenny topless and kneeling on front of his cock almost prevented him from being able to form words. "Ungh --" he grunted as she placed her mouth against the cotton and he could feel her hot breath and wet tongue through the fabric as she licked around his aching tool. "Ask not what your country can do for you -- fuck --" Jenny slid her fingers around the waistband and slowly peeled the briefs down from his waist. "Ask what you can do for your country."

Jenny stared at the cock now swaying in front of her face, naked and swollen. All thoughts of witty banter had left her mind. 

Nick smirked. He waited patiently, looking down at the kneeling coed as she stared open mouthed at his swinging dick.

To Jenny, the thing in front of her barely even resembled a penis, or at least none that she'd seen before. From the massive girth of its base to the shiny, plum sized head it had to be at least..."How big is it?" 

"Haven't measured it since high school, but, unless it shrunk,...ten inches." 

Ten? Ten inches? How would she ever fit this thing...oh fuck...it was impossible. She'd never be able to. But she desperately wanted to try. She reached up to touch the head, the slit at the tip was leaking fluid and Jenny dabbed her finger on it.

The congressman was used to women marveling at his member. But the sight of Jenny, his conquest, his little fuckdoll. looking up at him with that expression of both pleasure and panic, was a thrill. 

She extended her hand and wrapped it around his shaft, her fingers barely touching around the girth. Slowly moving her hand back and forth over a couple of his inches, her mouth still wide open. 

Nick decided it was time to start the fun, and reaching to the back of her head he gently pulled her face forward until her plump lips made contact with the head. Jenny snapped out of her daze and slowly opened her mouth letting her tongue slather the head of the congressman's cock.

"Ungh -- fuck yes," Nick moaned softly. 

Spurred on by his grunts of approval she opened her mouth a little wider letting the head of Nick's cock disappear between her lips and into her soft mouth. Her tongue barely had room to move with the Congressman's huge dick inside, but she managed to slide it back and forth against the sensitive underside eliciting louder moans from her boss.

"That's it Jenny. Suck my dick," Nick said, his hand still resting on her head.

Jenny went further down his massive prick, feeling the head bump against the back of her throat. He was so fucking hard, and so fucking big. Thoughts of Paul suddenly came into her mind. Images of her on her knees in front of him. Taking his dick all the way down and having it come nowhere near her throat. Nick DeMarco's ten-inch penis was going to take some skill.

She pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up into his eyes, rubbing the head against her lips. "Mmmm. This is so much better than the usual jobs you have for me Congressman."

Nick smirked, "Well there's plenty more of this kind of work to cum Jenny."

The double entendre wasn't lost on her as she licked all the way down his cock to the base. She replaced her lips with her hand and started jerkeing him up and down as she began to lick at his heavy balls. The fleshy sack draped over her pretty face as she sucked each nut into her mouth. The cum filled testicles resting on her lips as she suckled them in and hummed. Then, with a glint in her eyes as she looked at her boss, Jenny dipped lower and tickled the sensitive back of his nutsack. 

"Oh, fuck -- that's it girl."

Jenny tickled his taint for a few more seconds and then, sliding her tongue back up the length to the tip of his dick, she resumed her work on his stiff penis. But this time she went to town. Pushing his cock as deep in her mouth as she could, Jenny gagged again and again on the massive meat. Over and over she pushed her face down the congressman's cock, but she couldn't seem to keep from choking. He was just too big. 

"Jenny -- Jenny -- slow down."

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, her throat already sore.

Nick looked down at her and touched her face, "Go slow. Try to open your throat as wide as you can."

Jenny looked back down at the big cock in front of her. She was daunted at the prospect of it entering her throat, but she was determined to impress Nick. She tentatively put it back into her mouth and pushed a few inches in, again feeling it brush against her gag relflex. But she did what he said and tried opening her throat, and trying to ignore the panic she felt, she pushed down and felt as the thick head pierced through. Nick groaned and she tried to go a little farther which immediately caused her throat to close as she gagged loudly.

"That was really good," Nick said breathless. "Try again."

Jenny smiled at the compliment and again took the monster cock back into her mouth, opening her throat and letting the head inside. She breathed deeply through her nose and pushed a little more in, taking almost six inches, then a little more. Nick was gently touching her hair and watching her, mesmerized, as she took the seventh inch, and then the eighth. Jenny suddenly felt her lungs contract and she gagged loudly again, pulling her mouth off the Congressman again.

"Fuck that felt good," Nick said, his hand clenching and unclenching on her head. "Do you want to try and take it all Jenny?"

Her hand wrapped around the heavy weight of his dick, Jenny looked up at the congressman with determination in her eyes. She nodded. And taking a couple deep breaths Jenny once more plunged down his big dick, swallowing almost seven inches at once. Nick Demarco could feel the beautiful brunette's throat opening wide, tightly wrapping around his dick as she moved down the eighth and ninth inches of his cock, holding herself there for a moment. And not able to control himself, he was so wildly turned on, Nick grabbed her head and pushed it down the last inch, burying her face in his abdomen. Jenny's eyes opened wide at the sudden forcefulness, but she quickly regained her composure and dutifully held herself, gagging loudly, at the base the congressman's ten inch cock.

"Fucking fuck! Yes -- oh fuck yes Jenny!" Nick relished the feeling of having this sexbomb coed swallowing all ten inches of his dick. He looked down at her, Jenny's mouth stretched impossibly wide around the base of his cock. The feel of her throat swallowing and gasping for breath as he held his cock inside her was almost too much to handle. He released her head and Jenny pulled off him gasping for breath, a long strand of saliva connecting her fleshy bottom lip to his dick, which was slathered in her spit.

After a few moments of breathing, she regained her composure enough to smile at her boss, a single tear falling down her cheek. "Was that -- was that good?" she gasped.

Nick bent down, kissing her fiercely and saying, "That was fucking incredible Jenny." He quickly pulled off his shoes, socks and the tuxedo pants around his ankles, and lay down on the parquet floor with the sexy topless girl. They kissed passionately, Nick digging his fingers once again into the pliant breasts of Jenny Carter.

Jenny climbed on top of him straddling his waist. "This is just a one time thing, ok?"

Nick smirked up at her, his hands wrapping around her impossibly large tits, "We'll see."

"Look, it's just Paul is going to be back soon and --"

"How about we have this conversation after I fuck you?" Nick said.

"Well," she said rubbing her thong covered pussy, against his naked cock.. "Aren't you confident?" 

"If there's one thing I've learned in politics, Jenny," he said pinching her nipples and making her wince, "it's that confidence is something you're born with...like a big dick...or a big pair of tits." Nick lifted each tit with reverence, as Jenny slowly dry humped his cock. "And for those of us who are lucky enough to have been born with confidence, it's our obligation to exert that confidence." Jenny was getting so incredibly turned on as Nick moved his hips slowly in time with her, and he began slapping her tits gently, just to see them bounce. "Just like it's your obligation to let me play with these perfect, big tits, and it's MY obligation, Jenny, it's my obligation to make you scream my name as I fuck you with my big cock." 

"Fuck - fuck me -- oh fuck that's good," Jenny moaned above him as she grinded her pussy into him. She seemed to be on the verge of an orgasm. 

Nick flipped her over onto her back in one fluid movement. She gasped as he reached down and tore the flimsy red thong from her body with one hand, his strong arms holding him above her as she squirmed beneath him, his cock only inches from her hairless, sopping wet pussy.

"And I always fulfill my obligations Jenny. Always." And with that Nick pushed the thick head of his cock inside her.

"Oggghhh Fuuuuuck!!" She yelled out as Nick penetrated her slowly. Fucking hell she was tight. He could barely fit his cock inside her at all. Her boyfriend must have a dick the size of a peanut. "Oh god, oh god, slow, slow," Jenny moaned beneath him. Nick entered her gently. Although she was as tight as a drum she was also wet. Very wet. He got about halfway inside when he started pulling out again. Her moans beneath him were started to change from pain to pleasure. She was already writhing like a woman possessed.

Jenny couldn't feel anything but his massive cock, it was like all of her nerves had gathered in her pussy. "Yes! -- yes!! -- Nick -- oh fuck!" Her eyes were rolling back in her head as he started to pump inside her, slowly inching more and more, deeper and deeper. "Oh god! -- you're so fucking big!"

"That's just the appetizer Jenny," Nick said, sliding back and forth lazily inside her, feeling her get used to his size. "This... is the main course." Nick pushed himself the rest of the way inside her.

"AAAAHHHGGGHHHAAA," Jenny screamed. He held himself there as she clawed at his back, her magnificent, tight pussy clenching desperately around his cock. For a moment Nick wondered if anyone outside the ballroom had heard her scream. No matter. He was going to make her scream a lot more than that.

Nick began pushing himself in and out of the big titted brunette beneath him, slowly, again and again, her breasts bouncing around her chest. As he felt her adjust to his full length Nick began to move a little faster. And faster. Until he was finally driving himself inside her again and again. 

At this point Jenny was just a long stream of groans, her body flushed, looking incredible as he plowed into her over and over. Nick could already feel his balls beginning to tighten.

"FUCK ME MR. CONGRESSMAN!" she suddenly screamed out, almost making Nick laugh.

Jenny was lost in a world of pleasure as the huge ten-inch cock of her boss slammed into her harder and harder. She could barely breathe as he pushed all ten inches inside of her, almost knocking the breath out of her lungs with every plunge. She could feel the biggest orgasm she had ever had beginning to gather in her toes. 

Again she thought of her boyfriend, but now it wasn't in the guilt-ridden way she had thought of him earlier. Now she only thought of him as a distant memory, a piece of a former life where she wasn't full of such an incredible amount of pleasure, where she didn't know a human being could feel THIS GOOD!

"OH God! OH GOD -- KEEP GOING!!! OH GOD -- I'M GONNA CUM!!! I'M GONNA CUM!!

"Say it Jenny! Say this isn't the last time," Nick said through gritted teeth. "Say I can fuck you again --"

"Fuck OH GOD! -- OH FUCK! NICK! 

"SAY IT!"

"Oh FUCK! -- YOU CAN FUCK ME AGAIN!!"

"Whenever I want?"

"FUCK you're cock is so big!" Jenny screamed, the world spinning around her. "Yes! YES!! WHENEVER!"

"Are you my little campaign slut?" Nick grunted.

Jenny bucked her hips against the Congressman, trying desperately to take as much of him inside her as she could. Oh GOD she felt so full! "YES! FUCK -- I'M YOUR SLUT! JUST DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

And with those words Nick started to truly pound his cock into Jenny's cunt. Her tight pussy sucking at his dick in the most fantastic way.

Jenny's mind suddenly went blank as a surge of incredible pleasure rushed through her body and burst through her skin. "AAAHHHHHGH I'MMMMM CUMMMMMMINGGG," she screamed out.

Nick felt the walls of her pussy contract and suddenly she was digging her nails into his back, her legs clawing at the air, her back arching up, her scream suddenly cutting off and becoming silent as her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled back into her head.

He continued to slam his cock inside her, riding her through her orgasm, as he felt his own rise up. Jenny was twisting a contorting beneath him, the walls of her pussy grasping to his cock was almost too much for him to bear. He made sure she had started to come down from her orgasm when, without warning, he pulled out of her, eliciting a long moan from the dazed girl, and repositioned himself over her still writhing body.

Jenny barely knew what was happening as the Congressman extracted his ten inch dick from her drenched pussy, but as he moved above her, kneeling on either side of her shoulders, she started to get the idea.

Nick started to jerk off his cock, which was slippery with the cum of the girl underneath him. And as he felt Jenny raise herself onto her elbows and place her lips on his balls, her tongue inching its way behind to tongue his asshole again, he knew that he'd made her his own personal slut. 

She slurped and sucked, moving sensually between his heavy balls and his taint, slathering both, lapping up her own sweet juices in the process. Nick jerked his cock harder, and reaching down he pulled her mouth off and aimed his throbbing dick at the beautiful brunette's face. Jenny opened wide, knowing exactly what he wanted.

"OH shit! Here it CUUMMMMSSS," he groaned. 

Jenny, a ball of anticipation, watched the head expand, and then felt the first blast of Nick's cum spray her upper lip, the second and third splashing over her chin, as she lifted her self higher and placed her mouth around the end of the fire hose, enveloping it into her eager mouth.

"OH fuck! That's it baby. Eat my cum!"

Jenny dutifully complied as the Congressman dumped, what seemed like an inhuman amount of sperm into her mouth as she gulped down one mouthful after another. The only sound in the ballroom was the loud gurgle of Jenny drinking Nick DeMarco's titanic load.

GULP GULP

"Fuck, don't stop! Keep sucking!"

She moved her mouth slowly up and down a few inches of his shaft as the spurts became staggered, milking the last few drops from his softening cock. And looking up at the exhausted Congressman, Jenny opened her mouth and showed him the mouthful she had worked so hard for, a few drops of the mammoth cumload leaking from the corner of her mouth and splashing onto her breasts. And with a giant gulp she finished the job.