Pleasure clouds my sense of time. All I can feel is Liam squirting inside of me. All I can feel is Carter shooting onto me.
Eventually, after I don’t know how long, my eyes adjust to my surroundings. I hear the crowd again. They’re still cheering.
My breathing is ragged, and my heart is racing, but I bend over as Liam pulls out and put my thong back on.
Carter uses his finger to smear some of his own juices on my pussy.
Good, I want them both inside me when I go on stage.
It’ll be something only the three of us know. And you too, babe. But you’ve been with us from the beginning, so you’re like a sister to me in a way. We can have a drink and laugh about it later. How Liam and Carter’s semen are mingling inside of me, dripping down my legs as I stand and gave a speech to 15,000 people.
We sort of got lucky when this section of the backstage area was uninhabited. A quick word to my staff and they made sure no one came in or out or bothered the three of us until it was time to go on stage. They’re good like that—giving us privacy.
By now, Carter and Liam have put their cocks back in their pants and we’re trying to get as cleaned up as possible. There’s a mirror next to us (why didn’t we use that?) and I make sure my hair is okay.
Listen, I know Alexis told you at the beginning to suspend your disbelief so you’re just going with it watching us have sex at this rally, but let me just tell you there is almost nothing like knowing your about to cum with this many people around you.
Or knowing that you’ve been filled up with obscene amounts of another man’s spunk and then talking to people and they have no idea. As the two men stand by, looking innocent.
Okay, there is no way they look innocent of anything. But no one would believe what we did.
That’s my life. That’s our life. A happy life, I’ll be the first to admit. One where we support and help each other. Where we love each other. We take care of each other.
A family unit—unconventional—but nevertheless a beautiful one.
Something worth fighting for. Something that gives me hope.
At long last, Joyce and Ida, my campaign manager and press s
ecretary, walk back stage.
Joyce sniffs the air a bit. I bite my lip. Does it smell like sex?
But if that’s what she thinks, then she keeps it to herself. “They’re ready for you, Senator,” Joyce says.
I nod and follow her to the edge of the curtain. I can hear myself be introduced.
Yes, it’s been a good year. All of our political careers are on the rise. Liam is going to run for Governor next year. Carter is going to run for my Senate seat. And I’m…
Oh wait…they just announced me. I walk out on stage and take the podium.
The cameras flash. But this time to capture history. The people look up with attention, but this time with love.
“Thank you all,” I say into the microphone and pause. Thank God I met Liam. And Carter. “Ladies and gentlemen of Iowa, I am here today to formally announce my candidacy for President of the United States.”
Like I said. It’s been a great year.
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Liam
Well, howdy there, girlfriend.
That’s fucking right. I’m talking to you.
You. The fucking reader. Okay, look, sorry, you’re not the “fucking reader” okay? I’m actually really happy you read through alright. I hope you liked it.
And yeah, I fucking broke the fourth wall. Don’t worry, Alexis doesn’t know. She thinks I’m out right now at the bar, drinking the beer and watching Carter on TV. You know, where Tina Ling comes in and tries to put her hands in my fucking pants and I shoot her the fuck down?