Bukake Party

The actress moans. "Bukake. During the riots, I dreamt of my office door breaking down and a dozen patriot studs making me kneel, suck them off, and covering me with vaccine-free righteous jizz."

"Very well. Rudy, make some calls and we'll christen my green new deal slut. And I'll start. You know I lied about being vaccinated." The Trump actor squeezes his fat belly. "The Doctor said this well-chisled POTUS body could resist any bug. We faked everything."

"Oh, I knew it, my King!" The AOC actress declared. "You're superior in every way."

Huck chuckles at the screen. "This is corny as all fuck. You get off on this?"

Nicole still felt like she had to hide that she was doing this for her group. She hated that Huck thought she would choose this sort of porn. "It's just something I threw on real quick. Wh-what sort of porn do you like?"

"Pfft," Huck blows through his lips. "Porn is for losers. I prefer the real thing." His eyes are on the screen as AOC starts sucking off Trump. Roughly a dozen men who look like they're supposed to be January 6 rioters barge into the room. Huck sits on the table facing Nicole. "Go ahead, perv, keep masturbating."

What once was difficult for Nicole becomes easy. She watches the bad porn fully aware Huck's eyes are on her. It turns her on even more knowing that he thinks the porn is arousing her, but in reality it's the thought that he thinks this sort of thing arouses her. The actress diligently pays attention to the men until they start unloading all over her body.

"You want that, don't you?" Huck asks as his tongue runs across his lips. "Dozens of cocks in your face. Coating your body in a wet blanket of cum. Your face plastered."

"Y-yes," Nicole moans. It was true. It was a fantasy she never expected to become reality.

"My free-use feminist fuck doll. You're starting to understand your place, aren't you?"

Nicole nods. His hand touches her thigh. She turns the Hitachi up to the highest setting.

"Say it."

"I know my place," Nicole groans and squirms on the couch.

"No, libtard. Tell me what your place is." He squeezes her thigh.

"Unf. As-as a free-use feminist fuck doll."

He pulls her leg, so she spreads wide. The actress on the screen is dripping with cum. Trump is now fucking her ass. "No. Where is your place?"

She didn't understand. "I-I'm y-your free-use feminist f-fuck doll?"

He shakes his head and releases her leg. He stands and starts to undo his overalls. "You're so dumb it's cute. No, that's one of many things you are. Where is your place?"

She shudders as he drops his overalls. Those gross yellow stained tighty-whities gripping his short cock. Its thick head making a round tent. She thinks she understands now. An orgasm taps away asking for release. "Beneath you," she moans. "Serving you. An obedi-unf-obedient...domesti-domesticated slutwife."

He grins. "Close enough," he shoves his underwear down. "Do you want to cum on my cock, slutwife?"

"Please, h-honey." Nicole's head was spinning. Domestication roleplay was never her thing. At least, she never thought it was, but somehow the disturbing thought of being married to Huck was tripping all of her triggers. He grabs her ankles and spreads her. His cock pushes at her well-lubricated canyon and that fat head Nicole's come to love slides in. His eyes lock on hers. There's a fiery intensity Nicole had never seen before. And she screams. The orgasm claims her within two thrusts. He doesn't even pause. Slamming into her like a jackhammer.

"That's my libtard. Brain-fueled by avocado toast and orgasms. **** for a real man to marry her. Someone to protect her while she lives out all of her whore fantasies. Someone she can serve with devotion," Huck grinds into her. His stomach practically knocking the wind out of Nicole as it crashes down on her.

"Y-yes," she hears herself say. She doesn't think she really wants that, but in the moment, fuck yes. She'd be his domesticated whore if he helped her live out all of her fantasies. "S-serve and obey-obey-obey, fuck yes."

And Huck explodes. His cum fills Nicole as her orgasms continue to exhaust her body. In one swift movement, he pulls out, grabs her hair, and yanks her forward. Nicole's mouth, still sporting the word "TROMP" but now significantly streaked, opens and cleans off his cock.

"Good girl, now get up and make me something for dinner."

"Y-yes, honey," Nicole replies and stumbles ot her feet. His cum pours down her thighs, but she doesn't care. She's in bliss as she figures out what she has to make her man for dinner. She manages to pull together a chicken stir fry. Her head starts to clear as she does so. The little voice in her head tells her this is going to far. The wife roleplay is even more twisted than the free-use roleplay, but she tells the voice she owes him this fantasy. He's given him so much. Besides, it's only for 17 more days.

Huck puts on a baseball game while he waits. Nicole hated sports, but doesn't say anything. She places his dinner and a beer on a tray before him. As she does, she notices her laptop on the edge of the coffee table. The camera was still on. Her Discord friends saw everything. "H-Honey, may I go shower?" Why is she asking???

"Yeah, please get those words off your body."

Nicole doesn't hesitate. She slaps her laptop shut and brings it upstairs with her to shower.

After getting cleaned, she can hear the baseball game blasting downstairs. Why did he need the tv so loud? She glances at her computer. She can't bring herself to check-in with her group. They saw Huck fuck her. They heard everything she said. It was humiliating in a way she'd never experienced. She felt more exposed than when she was on stage earlier that day. God, she thought, was that only today. She shakes her head and puts on her pajamas. She decides to head back downstairs. He's engrossed in the game, so she does what she thinks any good wife with a baseball-loving husband would do. "Can I get you another beer?"

"Yeah, and take off those pajamas. You don't need to wear clothes when I'm here. I might need you." That made a smile break on Nicole's face. She tried to pretend she hated it, but the thought of always being available? That was the stuff.

And he did need her again. They fucked once more on the couch and again before bed. Like the night before, Huck fell asleep while his slutwife softly suckled on his soft cock. And Nicole fell asleep on his gently rising and falling belly.