Start with these three girls

As your cock grows and throbs, you know exactly the right way to escalate yourself and your own perverted mind. Clearly it would be silly to walk away from these three lovely toilets. Especially when you've barely gotten any use out of them.

You look at Meredith and shake your head. What a dumb, mindless, piss-guzzling cunt she's turned into. But she doesn't really understand the things her President will ask of her. Best for you to prepare her.

You step up to her again. And, with no thought, she spreads her lips. But it's not urinal service you want from her. You grab her and shove her back against the wall, her head against the wall. She doesn't seem to question what's happening. She doesn't object. She doesn't close her mouth. So you use it, thrusting your throbbing cock inside of it and starting to fuck her skull.

The once tempestuous girl does her best to accommodate you as you thrust your member against her tonsils, over and over and over. Her body wretches and shakes. Her voice squeaks and gags "gah, gah, gah, gah," And she barely looks up at you. She takes her use, like a good little object.

So you catch her attention with a little slap. Then, finally her eyes shift up at you. You reward her with a thick wad of spit right on her left eye. "Do you like that?" You ask.

"gah, gah, gah, gah, gah."

You wonder if she's used to such use. Well, she'll have to be eventually. Hell, the whole world will have to be. As you ponder the potential consequences of the country's descent into sexual nihilism, you thrust harder and harder. You watch the tears roll down Meredith's cheeks, the spit fly out of the corners of her mouth. Even more than it was before, her face becomes a mess of sweat and tears and makeup.

And then finally, the deposit that you just made down into her slim belly comes back up and bursts out of her mouth, pouring down her body. She looks up at you, her disgusting breasts heaving.

You shake your head and tsk. "Not even remotely done." And you shove your cock back into her throat and keep pounding. You don't just want a return on your deposit. You want the meals of the last five, ten men, to come back to her. Which then do, pouring out of her mouth, all over the fucking place.

But you are not satisfied. And that is the great irony of what this country will become. The great men who make the demands will never be satisfied.

You look at the girls flanking Meredith. "What the fuck is wrong with you two cunts?" You ask. "Clean up this mess!"

And they do. Unquestioning. They immediately lean in and start to lick and slurp the mess off the one time college coed's body, occasionally gagging as they go. You step back and jerk your hard meat as you watch. It's a lovely sight to behold.

Until finally you're ready to burst. You cup your hand beneath your cock and jizz into it. Then hold it up to Meredith's chin. "Do you want?" You can see her eyes light up with anticipation. Just as you had planned. And you flick your hand, flinging the cum away, against the far wall. Her face drops. And you give it a nice hard slap. "You don't deserve cum." you say cruelly. "And you don't deserve piss. You were going to be the great feminist firebrand of your generation, remember?" You snip. She doesn't answer. "You failed at that. So you certainly don't deserve to be a happy cunt, understand?" She doesn't say anything, but she understands. "From now on, whenever a man uses you, once he's gone you're going to thrust your fingers down your throat and return their drink to these two sluts, understand?" She doesn't say anything, but she understands.

You squat down close to her face and add one more thing. "The assholes at this bar can pretend whatever they want. You belong to me." You think maybe you see her messy lips creep into a smile.

And then you're off.