Creampied

The sun had just begun to dip behind the skyline, casting long shadows over the makeshift stage erected in the center of the open square. A sea of nearly a thousand stood gathered—men, women, children—faces weathered by hardship, eyes lit with cautious hope. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez stood at the podium, her voice steady at first as it rang through the speaker system.

“We are here because you matter,” she said, her hands gripping the sides of the podium. “Because every family deserves safety, every child deserves a future. I promise to fight for your rights, for a path to citizenship, for dignity—”

But the murmurs began before she could finish.

“What about the ones still locked in the camps?” someone called out.

“You said help was coming last year!” shouted another, his voice hard.

More questions piled on, louder, faster. Alexandria hesitated—her usual poise cracked. She glanced down at her notes, but the words blurred. Her voice wavered.

“I—I understand your frustration, but the process is—”

A group of men pushed through the crowd, their expressions hardened with anger and betrayal. One of them reached the stage and grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward.

“You lied,” he spat. “You gave us hope and nothing changed.”

“Wait—please—” she tried to step back, but others were already climbing up.

They shoved her forward, and she stumbled off the stage into the mass of people. Cries rose up. Rough hands caught her, not to help, but to hold her in place. Surrounding her now, the crowd pressed close, voices demanding answers, spitting accusations.

“Why are we still suffering?”

“Did you ever mean it?”

She tried to speak, to explain, but her words were drowned in the roar. One of the hands reached out and ripped her once pristine suit up, and with that as the cue, the others followed. They tore at her clothing, tearing it to shreds. Alexandria’s face flushed red in the heat of fear. She screamed, but her voice was lost in the cacophony.

One of the men had reached for her blouse, and she turned away, **** to shield herself. But another seized the opportunity. His hand went into her pants and wrapped around her crotch.

Alexandria whirled around with a sharp cry, but they held her fast.

“You’ve been talking with your pretty little mouth,” he hissed in her ear. “Now you’re gonna use the rest of that pretty little body to make up for it.”

The man yanked down her pants, exposing her pussy for the crowd to see. But Alexandria was beyond shame. She bucked against them, clawing at any hand she could reach. Yet with each struggle, they tightened their grip. More men had already pushed aside the first, and another wrapped his fingers around her throat to stop her thrashing. The second man reached down and spread her legs apart, revealing her pussy’s glistening wetness.

Alexandria could hardly breathe. The man who’d ripped off her pants stepped back, and his replacement took his place between her legs. He gripped her by the ass and pulled her forward. A tear inched its way down her cheek as she felt him prod between her folds. Then he plunged in, and she choked on the gasp that escaped. The crowd cheered as he began to thrust.

“You’ll learn to keep your promises,” he snarled between grunts, pounding into her.

The second man held her arms behind her back and held her steady for the fuck. With each thrust, she rocked back and forth in his grip. The first man hadn’t let up either, and he pinched her nipples, twisting the erect points until she cried out.

“Stupid bitch,” the one inside her sneered, fucking her even harder now. “If you’re gonna play politician, then you’re gonna fuck like one.”

“Yeah,” the second man growled, “you better get used to it.”

The crowd urged them on, jeering at her, and Alexandria closed her eyes as he fucked her. But she could hear it all—the catcalls and insults, the cheers as he pounded into her harder and faster. She could feel the others closing in behind her, could see them out of the corner of her eye, could feel their gazes burning over her exposed body.

She’d come for a rally and was being taught a lesson instead.

A rough hand grabbed her chin and **** her gaze forward, then to the side. The faces there were ones she’d seen earlier—supporters who’d approached her after the rally. She recognized the man who’d shaken her hand and a woman who’d brought her daughters up to introduce them.

“If you want our support, you must put in the effort! Fuck her! Fuck her good!”

Alexandria screamed, and the man rammed his cock into her throat. She choked as he pushed deeper, and her vision began to blur. The thrusts grew even more violent, his balls smacking against her nose.

“Cum for us, you slut! Cum with him!” the crowd roared.

Her throat clenched as the man fucked her throat. He pumped faster, deeper, his groans growing louder. Then she felt him stiffen, and he pulled out, spilling his cum over her face. Alexandria fell forward, gasping for air, and the other man behind her pushed her back against him. His cock slid in with ease, filling her pussy.

She sobbed now, her body used beyond anything she thought possible. The new man thrust in deep, pounding her cunt with the same fervor as the first.

“Show us your support!” someone else yelled.

The man behind her reached around to grab her breasts. They bounced as he fucked her from behind, and Alexandria’s cries mixed with the cheers of the crowd. The cries grew louder as her body shuddered, then shook. She came hard, screaming her ecstasy for the crowd to hear.

The man behind her growled as she clenched around him, but he didn’t slow. The crowd urged him on, and soon he too stiffened. Alexandria’s vision blurred as she felt the hot liquid flood her womb.

Man after man fucked her hard and came inside her. Alexandria couldnt help but orgasim herself. The harder they fucked her the more noise she made and they drilled her hard trying to make her scream.

The crowd began to break apart, but not before others had grabbed their chance. The men and women of the crowd closed in, pinning her down. More cock filled her, spilling into her throat, into her pussy, onto her tits. And all she could do was lie there, the cum dripping from her lips as they used her body for their satisfaction.

Alexandria lay there long after the last of them had finished, the cum still leaking out of her