Baby Batter

by Alexis Angel

  Moving over the mattress, he kneels right between my parted legs and I finally curl my fingers around his thickness. Smiling wickedly, I start flicking my wrist back and forth, stroking him as fast as I can and already picturing the gallons of cum he’s about to unleash upon my naked body. I have no idea how it's even possible for him to produce such ungodly amounts of cum, but it’s not like that matters. As long as I’m the only one on the receiving end, I don’t care about the magical origins of his seed.

  “Cum for me…” I whisper, propping myself up on one elbow as I stroke him. I bite down on my lower lip, my unblinking eyes never leaving his, and he returns my gaze as if he were staring at the most beautiful painting in existence, appreciating every single detail on my face. “Cum for me,” I repeat, lowering my voice until it becomes a soft purr, and a slight spasm makes his cock twitch against my fingers.

  “That’s it,” I continue, moving my hand faster than before, my whole arm moving back and forth so fiercely that it just becomes a blur of color. “Do it, daddy…” I whisper, allowing the word daddy to linger on my lips, and that’s when his cock throbs violently against my grip.

  There’s the glisten of pre-cum, and then he starts gushing a torrent into me. I open my mouth just in time for the first thick strand of semen to land on my tongue, and I tilt my head back so that the rest goes inside my mouth. He fills my mouth up to the brim in just two seconds, and I can’t help but grin savagely as I feel it all dripping down my face.

  I keep on moving my hand back and forth over his cock, stroking him as he cums, and his groans of pure pleasure only make me want to go harder. The muscles in my forearm are burning from the cramps, but I barely notice it; I’m too focused on the way drops of cum splash over my naked chest, covering my tits as if they're a blanket.

  He keeps on cumming for a long time, long strands of cum already sliding down my stomach and tracing a straight line toward the wetness between my thighs. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the warmness of his seed dripping onto my pussy and blending in with my fluids, and that’s when I finally let go of his cock, one final spasm making his cock twitch against my closed fist.

  “What a mess,” I tease him with a chuckle, my lips sticking to one another as I speak.

  “It’s a mess indeed… but maybe I can help,” he replies, bending over between my legs. Placing his thumbs on the back of my knees, he guides his mouth straight toward my pussy and rests it against my cum-coated folds, sucking them into his mouth and only letting go of them when they’re dry and clean.

  Running his tongue up the length of my pussy, he lets it wander up to my stomach, scooping up all the cum on its way, and then he continues all the way up to my breasts. Caressing my soft mounds with the tip of his tongue, and always lingering on my nipples, circling them and sucking, he finally kisses the curve of my neck and chin.

  I part my lips, anxious to feel his mouth on mine, and I look into his eyes before he does it. We smile at each other, and then we’re drawn into one wild kiss, our tongues wrestling over a curtain of cum.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he finally tells me, his own cum glistening on his delicious lips.

  “And, still, it’s not the first time you’ve done it,” I smile, wiping one drop of cum from his chin with the tip of my fingers. “And you love it.”

  “I do… when I’m with you, I love every single fucking thing,” he says before crushing his mouth against mine once more.

  And it’s true; I could say the exact same thing about him.

  When we’re together, everything’s perfect.

  Amy

  Two weeks.

  That’s how long New York has been in a state of siege. Because, make no mistake about it, this is a siege. The mayor and the governor—my stepfather and my mother—have clashed over my company, and now the fate of New York City hangs in the balance.

  Newspaper and cable networks keep on harping about this standoff, and it seems that the scales are tilting in my mother’s favor. Point by point, the lead Parker had over my mom is now eroding steadily.

  Her little stunt with the state troopers has paid off, and even after she doubled down on the stunt, it kept paying off.

  The city is slowly plummeting into chaos and, instead of seeing the governor as the culprit, a lot of people are turning their accusing fingers toward Parker and I. It got to the point where I relented and asked Parker to allow the state troopers to close down my company.

  Of course, he’s refused. Kinky Amy’s stays open and 8 million people are doing without basic services.

  As much as I love my company, I simply can’t stand watching the city where I've grown up tear itself apart. Trash is piling up on the streets, the public transportation system is in complete chaos, and there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight to this madness. My mom has cut off all state funding, and Parker has spent the better part of these last two weeks trying to patch a temporary solution over the countless problems that have arisen.

  He’s gotten a number of companies and wealthy individuals to lend the city money and things are progressing slowly - lurching from one crisis to the next.

  Which is getting harder to do, especially now that the international community is getting involved.

  Thirty-seven.

  Thirty-seven countries have expressed their concern over what’s happening in New York City. Apparently, cities standing up to state governments with guns is something that the United Nations really does care about. Even countries like North Korea have reprimanded Parker Trask for what they perceive to be “an assault on authority.”

  Oh, the irony.

  Of course, my mother’s piggybacking on all that. She even made a speech to the UN - live video streamed from the statehouse, all teary-eyed about her beloved city and her corrupt and indecent family. We watched her speech at Parker’s office and, if he hadn’t stopped me, I’d have kicked and punched the TV until it became nothing more than splinters of plastic, glass, and wire.

  That’s how mad I was.

  Thirty.

  It took me thirty minutes to pack my bags and move to Gracie Mansion. It’s surprising how little you need when you’re moving in with someone you love. Sure, I love all my makeup and expensive lingerie, but everything I needed—at least for the time being—fit inside two travel bags.

  Parker invited me to move in with him because he wanted me close to him every day… But there was more to it than that, of course. He wanted to keep me safe. With the city descending into chaos, he didn’t deem it safe for me to stay alone in my apartment. My mom’s been growing more erratic with each passing day, and there’s no telling what she can do.

  And yeah, I’m talking about murder; let’s not sugarcoat this. Do I really think she’d be capable of doing it? I don’t know, I really don’t, and that’s what scares me… Because, right now, I think my mother would be capable of anything to secure her power.

  But not everything’s bad. Moving in with Parker has paved the way to good things… Love in time of war and all that.

  Forty-five.

  That’s how many times we’ve had sex. Approximately. I mean, the number’s probably higher than that, and it’s not like I keep count. I’m just doing an educated guess.

  I’m a bit ashamed to say it, but I feel like we’ve done it in almost every room of the Gracie Mansion. And the place is huge. I know, if the world knew that Parker and I have been fucking like rabbits while the city is in a downward spiral, people would just straight up riot and nail us to a cross. But, hey, what are we supposed to? It’s not like we’re lazing around while the city goes up in flames. In fact, it’s just the opposite.

  We’re working around the clock, using all of Parker’s political clout and connections to keep the city stable while we try to reach a solution for this mess. We’ve tried creating a communication channel between the mayor’s office and the governor’s one; unsurprisingly, my mother vetoed the idea before it even got off the ground. Lack of communication ben
efits her, and it makes us look like the bad guys.

  So, yeah, forgive me if Parker and I like to get our minds off all this chaos from time to time. But it’s not like we can help ourselves; we’ve fallen hard for each other, and our bond grows stronger with each passing day.

  Even though nowadays my life is built on doubt and confusion, there’s at least one thing I’m sure about: Parker is the man of my dreams. My soulmate. I know, I’m being all corny and cheesy, but I really do mean it.

  Of course, all this loving and fucking was bound to have consequences, and this bring us to...

  Five.

  My period has been late for five days now. And I’m one of th0se girls who seem to have a clock inside her belly, you know? I’ve never been this late. And when I say never, I really mean it.

  So I did what I had to do; I drove down to the nearest pharmacy, bought a pregnancy test and brought it home with me. It’s already in the trash, and I’m pacing back and forth in the master bedroom at the Gracie Mansion, still trying to wrap my head around the result.

  It took around 30 seconds for two thin pink lines to show up on the test. Which, if you don’t know, means that I’m as pregnant as they come. If this were any other time, I’d be over the moon… But New York City is on the brink of civil war and, even though I know Parker loves me, I’m not sure if I should bring one more problem to the table.

  If the newspapers found out that I’m carrying Parker’s baby, all hell would break loose. And my mother would seize the moment to stomp Parker. I wouldn’t be surprised if she talked the President into sending the Army in to depose Parker. Can you imagine tanks rolling down Times Square? No? Well, I can.

  But Parker’s right about one thing: we've got to stop my mother. This is no longer a simple electoral race; this is about stopping a mad woman from seizing the senate. Once she becomes a Senator, she’ll use every dirty trick she knows in order to bend the whole senate to her will, and I know exactly where she intends to go with all this…

  First the Senate, then the Presidency. And then there’s no telling what she’ll do. Can you imagine someone as crazy as my mother sitting in the Oval Office? I mean, she’d nuke New York City if that meant she’d get rid of Parker.

  I don’t want my child to grow up in a world like that.

  It’s almost funny how being pregnant changes my whole outlook. I was willing to step down in order to let my mom take the reigns of the whole situation, but not anymore.

  Not when there’s a life growing inside my belly.

  If she wants war, I’ll give her war.

  But right now, I want anchovies. In chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. With bacon!

  New York Daily Journal

  Sex Between Mayor and Daughter Could Send the City Up In Flames!

  All the politics, scandals, and dirt...just the way you like it!

  The New York political world was shocked as allegations of sexual impropriety rocked the campaign of Mayor Parker Trask in his bid to not only become Senator for the state of New York, but to stop the State of New York from imposing public decency laws in Times Square.

  The city, already reeling from a cut in state funding is now reeling from these accusations as Mayor Trask’s position becomes less stable.

  The allegations were made from sources within the campaign of Governor Kate Meelios through sources who requested to remain anonymous while they came forth to the New York Daily Journal.

  The Daily Journal conducted it's own investigation and at this time is unable to confirm or deny the rumors that are circulating. However, the fact that the rumors exist is story enough for us to report on due to the nature of the allegations.

  Sources close to both campaigns tell a tale of scandal where Mayor Trask has been engaging in an improper and highly suspect relationship with his stepdaughter, Amy Aspen.

  The two have been seen on multiple occasions sharing an intimate moment that belied a relationship greater than just stepfather and stepdaughter.

  Sources within the Trask campaign also independently confirmed for this paper that there have been times where the conduct of Amy Aspen and Parker Trask has given pause to the campaign staff. The departure of Susan Duran, the Mayor's campaign manager has given rise to speculation that she was unable to perform her job due to influence from Amy Aspen. Since leaving the Trask for Senate campaign, Ms. Duran has taken up work on the Meelios campaign where she has served as one of the many spokespeople employed by the Governor.

  Ms. Aspen has not been a stranger to controversy and it's actually in relation to her that the Senate race has turned into a constitutional crisis between the Statehouse in Albany and City Hall in New York City. Earlier this month, a state court signed off on a court order to close down the office's of Kinky Amy's, a live streaming adult content provider that is run by Amy Aspen. The Mayor, upon finding this out during a campaign event rushed to the scene and physically prevented—with the help of NYPD—the state troopers from carrying out the order.

  The subsequent rift that was caused persuaded the Governor, who had pushed for the initial court order in the first place, to declare a de facto state of war against the city. The State, which had prior to this paid for teachers, subway workers, and state services has all but shut down. The New York City transit system has been running on a skeletal staff for the last several days. State parks and highways have been shut down until Parker Trask resigns and allows the State of New York to close down Kinky Amy's.

  Rather than get annoyed with this state of affairs, New Yorkers are still divided over the issue. Roughly a third of all city residents sided with the Governor in a poll asking who was at fault, agreeing that Kinky Amy's should've been closed and the battle fought in court.

  A third of all city residents agreed with the Mayor, suggesting that the action taken by Governor Meelios was overreaching of the worst sort, and the subsequent reaction in trying to freeze out the city was overkill.

  A final third of survey respondents expressed no opinion, stating that the lack of subway service or certain state activities being curtailed had not affected their lives as of this point.

  Whatever the outcome, the effect of the sexual impropriety charges is sure to add yet another blow to the Trask campaign at a time when it can ill afford one. It remains to be seen how this will affect the Senate race.

  Parker

  My days now seem to be spent in complete and utter chaos. My entire campaign is imploding before my eyes like a match held to a gas tank.

  With the influx of calls and me being up to my neck in emails, I barely have time to breathe. The insanity is overwhelming.

  I realize the phone on my desk has been ringing non-stop so I reach over and finally answer it.

  "Trask speaking," I say, fully expecting to hear some constituent yell at me about my morals, or lack thereof, or how I'm corrupting the people of this city, babies and grandmas alike, and even school children. Nothing would surprise me.

  But instead, I realize it's a whole lot worse.

  "Parker, look, I hate to do this to you, buddy, but I've decided to leave the campaign."

  It takes me a minute to recognize the voice, but then it hits me; it's my Deputy Director, Scott.

  "Scott, wait, hold on," I say. I'm trying not to beg because I don't fucking do that kind of thing, but I'm feeling pretty desperate at this point. "You can't do that. This campaign needs you."

  And it's the fucking truth. I do need him. He's in charge of organizing our volunteers who fill out events and contact voters. Essentially, they're our fucking ground troops. I need his leadership in this arena, now more than ever.

  "You're wrong. I can leave, Parker," he says solemnly, "and I am leaving because … I hate to say it, but the Governor's right. The sex trafficking, and Amy's sex store—well, it needs to be shut down. It's just wrong. Plain wrong … and a real shame. I have a family, and daughters of my own. I can't live with myself knowing that I'm letting this happen in our city. It's an eyesore."

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bsp; "You do realize who we're talking about here," I say. "The Governor is a wolf in sheep's clothing. That much I can promise you. This isn't what it looks like."

  "To be honest, I don't know who to believe anymore," Scott replies.

  And with that statement, I know I've lost him and there's no getting him back. It's the nail in the coffin. One by one, I'm losing the trust of my campaign mangers.

  This isn't fucking good.

  I still have some loyal staff members sticking it out with me, but as I look around the office, I see we're spread pretty fucking thin.

  Not everyone has outright quit, like Scott just did, but a whole lot of people are mysteriously calling in sick today, and that leaves me feeling pretty fucking uneasy.

  I have to turn things around, and fast. The clock is ticking and I'm running out of time. I can feel the pressure of all of these events riding on my shoulders.

  I turn up the volume to the TV mounted on my wall. It's the local news, and it's no surprise I'm still making headlines.

  Today I'm still getting raked over the coals.

  "Unlike his earlier campaign promises, it seems the last thing you want to do is 'ask Trask' for anything these days," a reporter says. "A taboo relationship with his stepdaughter, and then a sex trafficking ring—what's next for New York City's Mayor? What new lows can he possibly sink our city into next?"

  Just fucking great. The media is eating this up.

  The reporter continues, "In light of this scandal, Governor Kate Meelios is leading in the polls and in the majority of the counties in New York State as well as in the city."

  The screen switches to a previously recorder interview with Meelios, and I watch as she hisses into a reporter's microphone. "I can promise one thing. If Parker Trask doesn't resign, I'm going to come in with the National Guard and close Kinky Amy's down. I think I've been very patient with my demands," she says, and despite the gravity of the situation, I can't help but laugh.