Political Rally – National Convention Center (AI generated)

Disclaimer: this is an "experimental" AI branch since I don't have time and/or energy to do proper chapters currently, I can at least turn my blurbs into "content" this way. Since some people did request some sort of more obvious flag than just a comment and a post on discord, I put this disclaimer here

You push open the door labeled “Political Rally – National Convention Center” because, fuck it, why not? Your porn-fried brain figures any place packed with “dignified” bitches in suits has gotta have some prime cock-sucking potential. The second you step through, the air hits you like a wet dream: thick with perfume, sweat, and that electric buzz of a thousand hot cunts all crammed together. No dudes anywhere—just wall-to-wall prime pussy. Blonde campaign interns with perky tits straining against “Vote Blue” tank tops. Red-state soccer moms in red-white-and-blue dresses that hug their MILF hips like they’re begging to be grabbed. Every single one of them built like the sluts you’ve jerked your uncut, cheese-rimmed 6½-incher to in deepfake videos of AOC getting railed or Marjorie Taylor Greene deepthroating a flagpole. You know jack shit about politics beyond “which politician has the biggest fake tits this week,” but right now your tiny loser brain is short-circuiting because every woman here looks ready to drop to her knees the second you grow a pair.

You try to slink along the back wall like the greasy dweeb you are, armpits already stinking through the sweatpants, your half-chub flopping around with every nervous step. “Just blend in, David, don’t fuck this up,” you mutter to yourself. But blending in is impossible when the entire crowd is screaming and chanting and—holy shit—every single one of them is staring at you like fresh meat. Before you can turn tail and run back through the door like the spineless virgin you still technically are, two women materialize on either side of you like they’ve been waiting their whole lives for a pathetic sack of shit like you to wander in.

On your left is the Republican MILF. She’s got to be pushing forty-five but looks like she fucks her personal trainer three times a week just to keep that body illegal. Platinum-blonde hair in a tight updo, bright red lipstick, and a navy power suit that’s two sizes too small on purpose. Her massive melons—easily double-Ds, maybe bigger—are practically spilling out the deep V of her jacket, creamy cleavage glistening under the harsh rally lights like it’s already lubed up for a titfuck. A little gold cross necklace dangles right between those fat fuck-pillows, bouncing every time she gestures. She smells like expensive perfume and entitlement.

On your right is the younger Democrat—brown-skinned, probably Latina, early twenties, and so fucking pretty it hurts your virgin eyes. Big doe eyes with thick lashes, full cock-sucking lips painted deep red, and long dark hair cascading over one shoulder. She’s wearing a tight white blouse and a pencil skirt that’s stretched obscenely over the kind of huge, juicy ass that belongs in a twerk video, not a debate stage. The skirt rides up just enough that you can see the bottom curve of her fat cheeks when she shifts her weight. She’s got that “woke activist” energy, hands flying everywhere as she talks a mile a minute.

They’re already in each other’s faces, arguing right over your scrawny chest like you’re not even there—except their bodies keep brushing against you. The MILF’s heavy tit-meat keeps mashing into your arm. The Latina’s fat ass accidentally-on-purpose grinds back against your thigh every time she pivots.

“—and that’s exactly why the Right to Suck Act is a disgrace!” the Republican MILF snaps, voice loud and haughty, her massive rack heaving with every breath. “Women should have the freedom to choose whose cock they worship, not have the government forcing some quota system down our throats—literally!” She says “throats” like it’s the dirtiest word in the dictionary, and you swear her nipples are poking through the thin fabric now.

The Latina spins toward her, eyes flashing, but her huge ass cheeks clap softly together from the motion and you can’t stop staring. “Oh please, Karen! The Right to Suck is about equity! Every woman deserves equal access to servicing hard-working men like—” she glances at you for the first time and her gaze drops straight to the growing tent in your sweatpants, “—well, like this gentleman right here! It’s basic social justice! We can’t have rich, privileged cocks getting all the sloppy throatjobs while the rest of us fight over scraps!”

Your face burns. You’re a fucking loser who still lives with his mom (or did, before this weird heaven place). You try to back away, mumbling, “Uh… I-I don’t know anything about politics, ladies… maybe I should just—” But your feet don’t move. Because the MILF’s fat tits are now pressed fully against your side, soft and warm and heavy, and the Latina’s hand has somehow landed on your other arm, her manicured nails tracing little circles like she’s already measuring your wrist for how hard she could grip your shaft.

You can’t stop ogling. The Republican’s cleavage is a goddamn abyss—you could lose your whole face in there and die happy. The Democrat’s ass is so round and jiggly it looks like it was designed by hentai artists who only draw bubble butts. Your uncut cock is now fully hard, the fat head pushing against the loose sweatpants fabric, a wet spot already forming where your smegma-leaking slit is rubbing the cotton. You smell your own rank armpit BO mixing with their perfume and it’s humiliating… but neither woman is pulling away. If anything, the MILF leans in closer, her voice dropping to a condescending purr while still glaring at the younger woman.

“See? Even this… gentleman looks confused. Probably because he’s never had a proper, no-nonsense Republican blowjob that actually respects traditional values—like taking every inch without whining about ‘equity.’”

The Latina scoffs, but her eyes keep flicking down to your bulge, lips parting just a little. “Traditional values? You mean deepthroating in secret while pretending you’re ‘pro-life’ everywhere else? No, what men like him need is progressive, enthusiastic service—gagging, spit-roasting, swallowing every drop while we discuss intersectional feminism with his balls on our chin!”

Your heart is hammering. These two stuck-up, “dignified” politicians are literally arguing over whose political party gives better head… and they’re using you as the prop. Your loser brain is screaming that back home you’d be jerking off alone to deepfakes of this exact scenario, but here they’re real, warm, and pressed against your disgusting body. Your cock throbs visibly now, the outline of your veiny, unwashed shaft clear as day through the sweatpants. A tiny bead of pre-cum soaks through.

The MILF notices. She smirks, one perfectly plucked eyebrow raised, but there’s a hungry glint in her eye. “Well… maybe we should let the voter decide. What do you say, big boy? Care to weigh in on the Right to Suck?”

The Latina bites her lower lip, her fat ass shifting so the curve of it brushes the side of your throbbing bulge. Both women are still pretending to be all professional and political… but their bodies are screaming “use us.”

You stand there frozen, a pathetic, stinky dweeb suddenly sandwiched between the two hottest, most unattainable women you’ve ever seen in your life, your virgin cock leaking like a faucet while they wait for you to say something.