The Campaign Trail!

"What's the message we want to be sending on policy?" Alison asked.

Lloyd sat back at his desk. It was Nadia's home office but since he owned her now, it was his in every way that mattered. The bitch herself had been deepthroating him under it for the past 45 minutes and Llyod got real concerned the first time she passed out but she just kept waking up and jamming his fat hog down her mouth pussy. Our boy just shrugged it off and moved on. It was just that kinda life now.

Take Alison here, former news reporter who showed off her jiggling cans on live tv at his press conference. Not the first woman to get fired for expressing her support of his campaign but the first to immediately join up with it. The interview process was...thorough. Like 12 hours sucking cock, drinking cum, getting plowed, ass fucked, and stuffed into a pantsuit outfit that showed off her midriff and had her funbags spilling oit as her official uniform. Plus whatever Kat decided she needed to do for HR processing.

Lloyd could barely imagine.

"Do I even need policy?" Lloyd retorted. "I mean, I got opinions on how the government should run but do I need to spell it out to win votes?"

"Sir," she said over the sound of Nadia cumming for a 5th time, "no one wins a campaign on sheer charisma and a fat cock alone." She absently rubbed her clit. "How will people's healthcare be affected by your administration? What about economic policies? Will farmers recieve subsidies? What about foreign relations?"

"Not a single thing will matter. I could make up some bullshit about how, I don't know, Uzbekistan needs to get be invaded and boom! They're will be a whole hidden terror plot no one knew about and I saved the world by fucking accident. Nads, I swear to God, if you don't make cum in the next ten minutes I'm never calling you a colonized desi whore ever again."

Nadia *popped* her dick sucking lips off his cock. "NO!"

"That's right, I'm only gonna call you 'miss,' 'ma'am,' and I'll start apologizing when I fuck you ****!"

"LIKE HELL YOU WILL!" The desi bitch got herself under the desk again and worshipped the fuck outta that cock. Lloyd liked making her work for it.

"Be that as it may," Alison said, three fingers deep, "we still need slogans for the ads and bumber stickers and -"

"Daddy!" Kat barged in, his head of HR. "Hired some more fuckmeat for your security team. Fuckmeat's getting their measurements for uniforms, you wanna watch?"

"Not right now, Kat. Oh, and cut the interview process short. You don't know to make out them for over an hour every single time."

"But we livestream it for the campaign fund!"

"Then do it with more than one at a time! It's taking too long!"

"Fiiiiiiine. But you better fuck my ass in front of my parents later!"

"It's a deal, damn." As she left, Lloyd turned his attention back to Alison. "Look, I could literally walk up to a celebrity in broad daylight, **** them on camera, and not only would I get away with it, they'd thank me, my polls would go up, and I'd be called a fucking hero."

"Sir, I have no doubt -"

"Evidently you do. What, do I have to prove it?"