by Dark Angel
And we love each other.
Epilogue
I feel Carter’s hand squeeze my ass through the thin material of my skirt. He soon just loses patience and lifts it up. I whimper and bite my lip to stay quiet. If anyone caught us, it would be another scandal. And say what you will, hun, but I’m done with political scandals after the last one that almost took us all down last year.
Although, to be quite honest, ever since we had that scandal, a lot has changed.
Like what, you’re probably wondering, huh?
“Oh, yes,” Carter moans as my hand travels inside of his pants and grabs his cock. His trousers are unbuckled and I’m jerking him as quietly as I can. I wonder briefly if anyone can hear us, but the roar of the crowd on the other side of the curtain is too loud. My hand uses his own precum to lube his cock, and I wonder if I’m going to make him cum or not. It might be kind of a mess if I got Carter Andrews to cum right now. There’s not really a bathroom in sight, and he’d have a giant wet spot when he gushed out a gallon of his semen onto his pants.
But then he sticks a finger inside of my pussy and I forget everything. I close my eyes as Carter starts kissing my neck and working his finger in a come hither motion against my G-spot. This is so good. Just the perfect pick me up that I needed this morning.
So, you know about stuff changing; this is one of them, by the way. Carter is now a lot more comfortable getting frisky in public. He’s often the one suggesting it. I mean, Carter being Carter is never going to actually come out and say it. But the way he touches me. Or the way his eyes smolder I know what he wants.
And who would blame him? One year since the deal that Liam, Carter, and I put through the job of being Governor has become infinitely easier. A few amendments to the environmental legislation that Liam and Carter and I worked out mean that factories and industries don’t just shut down anymore. Businesses are no longer discouraged from investing in the state.
No, rather, they receive tax credits that allow them to upgrade and refit their factories to be less polluting. The businesses aren’t saddled with huge costs, in fact they’re saddled with no costs. The environmentalists are happy because with more people using them the technology gets cheaper and cheaper. And the jobs—the jobs keep pouring in. Not just the assembly line, factory, and manufacturing jobs, but the industries that have sprung up virtually overnight that specialize in retooling and refitting these factories.
It’s hard to believe, but the state is going through something of an economic rebirth. It’s got politicians across both sides of the aisle talking about copying what’s going on here.
But probably more important than anything else, it’s got both sides talking. The era of hopelessness, where people couldn’t get past the arguments of the other side seems to be declining. People are realizing the power of the American spirit that by working together and standing together we can be more united.
Sure, we still have problems. They go on and on. But we’re making progress finally. And it’s infectious.
And to think, all it needed was a threesome.
Speaking of threesome, where is…
That’s when I feel another pair of hands reach over and pull down my thong as Carter takes his fingers out. Before I can respond, I feel the tip of a cock pulsing against my ass cheeks. I grimace in pleasure as I feel it pressing against me. Into me.
I bend over slightly onto Carter to give Liam an angle. And I feel his cock, parting my pussy lips. I’m already wet; that’s not a problem. In one swift stroke, he fills me up.
“Ungh,” I grunt, and bite my lip again.
The state and the nation was a lot more accepting of whatever Carter, Liam, and I got up to once we proved to them that we could bring back jobs and save their environment—something that because of special interests not many politicians were able to do.
And the fact of the matter is…I’m in love. With two men. A strong and silent alpha who I look up to, as well as a bad boy who drives me crazy with desire. Both men have something unique that I couldn’t ever find ever find in just one man. I guess that’s why I never settled down. I was always looking.
But I can stop now.
The roar of the crowd continues and I know we can’t keep doing this forever. This can’t be like the five-hour sex sessions that we’ve had in the past, where each man takes turns fucking me before both of them please me simultaneously.
It’s true, hun. I really am the center of both their relationships. They pleasure me and throw me into an orbit that I’ve never been in.
I turn to Carter, jerking him harder. I pull his cock out and spit onto it, a fierce urgency in my eyes. He grunts. I can tell he’s close.
Liam can sense the urgency in my body too, and he increases his thrusts. This is going to be…
Oh, my. I feel Liam’s cock throb inside of me and all of a sudden, with Carter’s hands twisting my nipples, I feel weightless.
I close my eyes. They roll back into my head. I’m losing my grip on reality. Every sense is feeling sharp bursts of pleasure amid a slow boil that’s getting hotter.
“Fuck,” Liam breathes out harshly and I can feel his cock spasm inside me.
That’s enough to push me over the edge. With their two hard bodies pushed against me, I bite my lip from crying out as an orgasm washes over me.
I shudder, moaning into Carter’s neck as I feel his cock start to spasm. Liam’s slid my thong down to my legs and I’d stepped out of it and I feel Carter’s cum hit my pussy lips. Through my wracking shudders of orgasm, I feel the interior of my pussy contract around Liam’s cock, and he lets out a grunt and within moments I can feel him spurt.
Pleasure clouds my sense of time. All I can feel is Liam squirting inside of me. All I can feel is Carter shooting onto me.
Eventually, after I don’t know how long, my eyes adjust to my surroundings. I hear the crowd again. They’re still cheering.
My breathing is ragged, and my heart is racing, but I bend over as Liam pulls out and put my thong back on.
Carter uses his finger to smear some of his own juices on my pussy.
Good, I want them both inside me when I go on stage.
It’ll be something only the three of us know. And you too, babe. But you’ve been with us from the beginning, so you’re like a sister to me in a way. We can have a drink and laugh about it later. How Liam and Carter’s semen are mingling inside of me, dripping down my legs as I stand and gave a speech to 15,000 people.
We sort of got lucky when this section of the backstage area was uninhabited. A quick word to my staff and they made sure no one came in or out or bothered the three of us until it was time to go on stage. They’re good like that—giving us privacy.
By now, Carter and Liam have put their cocks back in their pants and we’re trying to get as cleaned up as possible. There’s a mirror next to us (why didn’t we use that?) and I make sure my hair is okay.
Listen, I know Alexis told you at the beginning to suspend your disbelief so you’re just going with it watching us have sex at this rally, but let me just tell you there is almost nothing like knowing your about to cum with this many people around you.
Or knowing that you’ve been filled up with obscene amounts of another man’s spunk and then talking to people and they have no idea. As the two men stand by, looking innocent.
Okay, there is no way they look innocent of anything. But no one would believe what we did.
That’s my life. That’s our life. A happy life, I’ll be the first to admit. One where we support and help each other. Where we love each other. We take care of each other.
A family unit—unconventional—but nevertheless a beautiful one.
Something worth fighting for. Something that gives me hope.
At long last, Joyce and Ida, my campaign manager and press secretary, walk back stage.
Joyce sniffs the air a bit. I bite my lip. Does it smell like sex?
But if that’s what she thinks, then she keeps it to h
erself. “They’re ready for you, Senator,” Joyce says.
I nod and follow her to the edge of the curtain. I can hear myself be introduced.
Yes, it’s been a good year. All of our political careers are on the rise. Liam is going to run for Governor next year. Carter is going to run for my Senate seat. And I’m…
Oh wait…they just announced me. I walk out on stage and take the podium.
The cameras flash. But this time to capture history. The people look up with attention, but this time with love.
“Thank you all,” I say into the microphone and pause. Thank God I met Liam. And Carter. “Ladies and gentlemen of Iowa, I am here today to formally announce my candidacy for President of the United States.”
Like I said. It’s been a great year.
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Then, we have Scandalous by Alexis Angel.
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The a treat! DILF, by Alexis Angel. Please welcome it to the lineup!
And then finally a copy of Vicky Vs. The Virgin Buyer by Mona Cox which is a funny take on the whole virgin auction thing.
Finally, a short story: The Handmaiden’s Fairy Tale, by Dark Angel!!
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xoxo
Alexis and Lana
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Just looking at him is enough to melt my panties. That’s why I’m not wearing any around him.
Lance Anders. He’s cocky. He’s arrogant.
He’s too beautiful to be real.
But…he’s entirely forbidden.
I’m in a forced marriage to his father. A prisoner in a literally loveless partnership that only exists through blackmail. I have too much to lose.
Besides, I’m 15 years older. That makes me wiser. And my brain tells me to stay far away from him when he comes to visit for the summer.
He’s too risky for me to touch. Too taboo for me to taste. One touch of this Devil’s lips and I know I’ll be damned.
Then why am I captivated by those deep, soulful eyes?
Why can’t I get enough of that shirtless body? And that bulge in his pants. Is that really his…?
Maybe Heaven can wait…
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Lance
SLURP!
I look down at the sight of the nasty slut sucking my cock greedily and I grunt with a self-satisfied air. She’s getting into it. Her body isn’t the best, but I don’t fucking care. She’s the President’s only fucking daughter, and she’s giving me head while my bare ass is resting comfortably on the President’s chair.
That’s right. I’m sitting in the Big Chair itself. Right behind the President’s desk in the Oval Office. It’s night of course, and no one else is in here.
Here’s a history lesson for you. The President’s desk is called the Resolute Desk because it was given as a gift to the United States from the HMS Resolute from Her Royal Navy.
If Abby doesn’t have good aim, it’s also going to be called the Lance Anders splatter pad for when I cum all over it after this blowjob.
Lance Anders, that’s me, alright. And that’s probably the only reason that Secret Service hasn’t hauled me away from here, or building security hasn’t been set on me yet.
Because I’m supposed to be here.
Allow me to introduce myself if you haven’t been keeping in touch with CNN and Politico like the other Washington DC junkies that surround this place. My name is Lance Anders of the New York Anders Family. My father is Michael Anders, the billionaire scion of the media empire bearing his name—Anders Media.
Before you think what a great man my dad is though, let me just correct you real quick. It was my grandfather who built the fucking company to what it is today. Starting with newspapers, and then moving on to radio. Then magazines. Finally television and film. And toward the end of his life—the man worked till he died—the Internet.
My dad, well, he just built on it. Went into fucking politics. He says it's to protect the family business. Whatever. He just probably likes the power. I don’t remember much, when he and my mom were married - I think I was 2.
Oh right, I call him my Dad because he’s all I’ve ever known. My mom died shortly after marrying that asshole. He became my legal guardian. But we’ll talk more about how I haven’t talked to him in forever. Right now I’m fucking this bitch.
She moans again lewdly and I think I love politics. My Dad said I should go into politics too. That’s basically why I’m here as a White House Intern right after my senior year at Yale. My dad’s the Mayor of New York City, and with a few favors and a few strings pulled, he’s put his son in at a job where he can sit in the President’s chair and get a blowjob from the First fucking Daughter.
Speaking of which, I look down. Holy fucking shit! Abby is bobbing her head up and down my shaft like a fucking pro. My cock is in a world of it’s own. It’s throbbing so hard, ready to cum that it must have it’s own fucking heartbeat. Yeah, my dad definitely wouldn’t approve of this.
But you know what? He probably wouldn’t approve of a lot of things I do. Definitely doesn’t approve of the line of tattoos gracing my arms and chest that I got in college while playing football. Definitely doesn’t approve of the fucking assembly line fucking I do of the female species. Although, there’s nothing I can really do about that. The women, they seem to throw themselves at me.
And hey, can you fucking blame them? I’m 21 years old. Young, with blue eyes and dimples. A ripped fucking body. The body of a fucking Greek god. A fucking gladiator. 8-pack abs. I bench twice my weight easily. I have a body fat index of 5%.
But that’s what brings the ladies to me in the first place. First year co-eds, sorority sluts, graduate student assistants, professors, housewives, and now First Daughters. They coo with lust as I take my clothes off and kiss between their neck and their shoulder. Then they get my pants off.
And their eyes bug the fuck out.
Because they see it.
My cock.
12 fucking inches of lust muscle. Veiny, and thick as your wrist. With its head that turns an angry color of purple, and at first they’re afraid.
“Lance, I don’t know….” they say out loud with fear and trepidation in their voices. They try jerking it, but they usually need two hands. I get them off once with my fingers and tongue. And then no matter their protests, I get them to take just the tip.
I’ll probably only be able to sink in half way into them. But by then they’re clawing at my back and screaming for Jesus. They’ve blasted off and gone into orbit, their minds no longer on this level of existence my cock is so good. By the time I’m done with them, they’ve forgotten their fucking names. They’ve forgotten their boyfriends, lovers, spouses, parents, you name it.
All they know is Lance fucking Anders. All they want is Lance Anders.
I grunt savagely as Abby continues her ministrations on my cock. I need to fuck, just thinking about all these women.
“Hey, get up,” I command. She looks at me for one second but them I pull her up with my arms. She squeals as I turn her over and bend her on her daddy’s desk. I lift up her skirt and yank down her panties. Fuck, I may have ripped those panties. But they were boring cotton briefs. Not really worth the loss, if you ask me.
Abby squeals again in excitement and juts her ass out. I waste no time and put on a condom and position my head into the mouth of her pussy and shove into h
er canal.
“Oh my fucking God, Lance!” Abby moans out loud.
She starts squirming on my cock, like a bug pierced by a needle—her arms writhing all over the desk. I don’t notice because I’ve closed my eyes and I’m imagining all the various girls I’ve fucked over my short lifespan.
Is it a lot? Sure. I won’t lie. But I’ve always taken care to be safe and I’ve always been honest with the girls. I’ve told them that I’m young. I’m not looking for anything permanent. Hell, I’m looking for one night. Maybe two if they’re really good and I’m in the mood. A week is the absolute max. Two weeks? Fuck that. After that, we’ll be friends, but they have to remember my motto: One and done.
Sure when my cock is going in and out of them like it’s doing to Abby they nod their head and bite their tongue. But as soon as they cum? As soon as they recover from that amazing fuck? They’re getting all clingy. They’re making plans to go up to the Cape to meet their fucking parents. They’re renting hotel rooms in the middle of the afternoon where we can go and fuck.
Listen, I don’t know what to say if you don’t believe me. Take a look at Abby right now, if you don’t think I’m telling you the truth. She’s going crazy, grunting and groaning like a fucking animal in heat. Her eyes are clouded up with fucking lust. Her hands are desperately trying to grab hold of something. Anything.
She hits one of the phones along the side of the desk. I don’t know which one. But whatever, she actually feels pretty good. She’s a bit of a slut—at least that’s the word around the West Wing. She’s not tight. I’ll grant you that.
“Oh baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard!” I tell her.
Is it me or is she talking in a very low voice? I bend over closer to hear her without breaking my stride.
“Oh unggggghh, baby, it’s so daaaa….good,” she moans again.