VD - Political Part 3

Trish and Albedo arrive at Morrigan’s place discreetly. You aren’t sure what to expect, but you’re on edge. You hate politics, but you lived through a certain year in America in the human world that left you… antsy about these things.

There’s an overall sense of discomfort as Trish and Albedo enter the sitting room. Demi doesn’t seem bothered, but Morrigan’s ready for trouble. Trish wears jeans and a black tank; not exactly presidential. Albedo’s looking characteristically boobilicious in a low-cut purple dress.

You sit with Demi as Morrigan approaches them and they talk in low tones. Presently, Morrigan walks over to you, trying not to look too pleased. You stand up to speak to her quietly.

“They want a favor,” she reports. “Doesn’t matter. We’ve got them.”

“Oh my gosh. Give them whatever they want,” you whisper.

Morrigan seems taken aback. “What’s with you?”

“Um, like, the peaceful transfer of power is super important,” you say.

She peers at you suspiciously. Then shrugs. “OK.” She turns to Trish and Albedo. “She doesn’t mind.”

Before you can process what’s happening, Trish and Albedo are on top of you, pushing you onto the sofa.

“Oh!” Demi says, startled as they yank your gym shorts off.

“What is happening?” you demand shrilly.

“Well, they’re on their way out,” Morrigan says as Trish rips off her tank to expose her breasts while Albedo slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders to do the same. “They wanted a hit from the source before they’re back to being common people.”

You open your mouth to speak indignantly, but Albedo’s massive breasts envelop your cock. Then Trish’s face crowds in so she can suck the tip.

“Yipes,” you say without irony, taking a shuddering breath.

“OK. All right,” Demi says mildly, reaching surreptitiously back into her blouse. With a slightly sour expression, maybe because you caved when she feels you didn’t have to, Morrigan flops in an armchair and spreads her legs, pulling the crotch of her panties aside to masturbate while she watches and basks in the aura. Trish moans and slurps while Albedo vigorously massages you with her boobs.

You look down in panic at the two heads in your lap. It’s too sexy. You turn to Demi, who is still fully clothed, but masturbating discreetly and giving you a sultry look. She’s too sexy. You turn to Morrigan, who is pinching her clit and biting her lip. You look in panic to the campaign manager, but she’s on her hands and knees with her dress hiked up so she can jerk her cock as she watches. You see her spray cum all over the rug with an expression of ecstasy.

“Hah! Fuck me!” you cry out. It’s too much too fast.

Trish forces her face down, gagging on your cock as you cum. She pushes Albedo away, coughing and **** as your cock throbs and pumps it all into her mouth. She finally comes up with her cheeks bulging your cum dripping from her chin. Albedo lunges in to lick it off her face, and Trish kisses her, sharing it with her. They suck at each other’s mouths as your jizz drips onto their bare breasts.

Lightheaded, you lie there as the room spins. Peaceful transition. You did it.