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Erika gets at least two more beers poured down the hose gripped in her teeth, she cheers while spitting up the excess. The neon lights flash over ornate walls filled with portraits and other old junk they stuff in the White House for show. A drunk Candace Owens saunters over to the smeared eyeliner-covered and starstruck Erika, the red solo cup in her hand spills over with some purple liquid that’s more vodka than mixer.
“Lit party Erika, thanks for making it happen.” Candace slurs, and her soft hand grips onto the other woman’s forearm. “I’m so glad you made all the liberals sign a waiver, we cannot let this get out!” Their gazes meet, the stark blue eyes lock onto deep pools of near-black. A grin erupts on both faces, and they start stumbling together towards the grand doors of the Oval Office. That red cup gets throttled out of Candace’s hand as they smack into some other elite, possibly Elon Musk.
He shouts out a “Hey, wait!” and tries to catch up, that little pussy backs off as soon as Erika deadpans. Now facing Erika, Candace lands a passionate kiss on the other women’s lips while floundering backwards. Kirk’s widow almost pushes her off, they shouldn’t be doing this… but she’s inebriated enough to not care, she’s always secretly admired the strong political woman. Instead, she grabs the sides of Candace’s face and kisses her deeper, it’d be fine if she just imagined it was a man.
But maybe, she doesn’t want it to be a man. Feeling her short, black hair in her grip felt so right. Candace’s tongue buried in her throat felt so warm and real, after so many stage lights and concert appearances. They break away for a moment, to fumble around with the doorknob and swing a giant door open. Dean Withers’ ocean blue eyes catch Erika’s attention, she recognises him.
Not only that he was a liberal but also a conservative, whatever, but that she’d seen him so many times with dear Charlie. She saw them once, locked in an embrace only slightly too romantic, tucked away behind a university gym. She hadn’t questioned then, but she knew what they were doing together.
Before she knows it, her hand is clasped with the young man’s, and all three of them head into the house-imitating official room. Dean trips over his own feet, also plastered with countless bottles of booze, even his shirt was soaked through with the strong scent of alcohol. It was once white and modest, now reveals those tight pecs and impressively lean build. The door slams shut, Candace kicks both sides closed before Dean and Candace pile onto the couch, while Erika kneels beside them on the floor. Both women share a sensual makeout, and Dean is nearly crushed under the dryhumping. First a coat flies across the room, then another, then Withers’s sopping wet shirt is pulled up over his head and tossed.
Candace and Erika share a silent moment, licking the gloss off each other's tongues, they can almost feel their heartbeats sync when they both pull away. Owens’ hunting eyes fix onto Dean, and she kisses down his neck, he whimpers faintly like the drunk wimp he is. Erika lines a trail of her lips down Candace’s bra, then her stomach, then taking extra care around her graceful hips. She looks up at her, for only a moment, Candace catches the eyes and nods. Erika slithers her dainty hands, lacking the ring that once sat on her left, up her thighs and unfastens the silver button hidden underneath the fabric of her pants.
She slowly unzips it, her tongue dragging across the top of the waist repetitively until she could manage to peel her pants down beneath her full ass. Candace repositions for her, sitting up tilted to the side to keep Dean in her strong arms as he melts into her with beta moans swallowed up by kisses. She feels Candace's perfect thighs, then grips both and pushes her legs apart, they give way easily to her advances. Lacy panties soaked through stand the only thing in her way, but she doesn’t give Owens the release just yet.
She pulls her face away from the woman’s waist, and starts from her inner thighs up into the centre-most point, damp with arousal herself, but she tenderly teases her just to feel her squirm against the saliva reaching just beneath where Candace wants it. Candace swats randomly, trying to find the back of Erika’s head to force the pleasure she cries out for, but in return her wrist is gripped strongly and forced down to her side.
Finally, her hot breath reaches the sensitive area, Candace struggles to keep Dean occupied between wanting to throw her head back and moan. Through the underwear, Erika licks between the folds in the crook of her thighs, she tastes like tangy pineapple. Far better than the crust caked onto what Charlie’s uncut tic tac was, that is, on the singular occasion she let him be pleasured. That’s probably why he ended up getting blowed by Dean over there, but Erika is willing to let that slide because he’s dead
Candace grinds against Erika’s face, she sighs and pleads to her, both get caught in Dean’s salty skin. Erika nips at the delicate tissue from above the fabric, soaking it even damper with her spit before the desperation from herself to get a better taste finally inclines her to rip the panties down and toss both them and the pants across the flooring. Candace grits her teeth, clamping down onto Dean’s tongue, he squeals like a pig, as he should, and Candace lets out a moan that echoes through the room. Her hands squeeze his ribs tightly as she leans even further into him, he dips his head back, tousled blonde hair tips back with him when Candace releases his face.
Her manicured nails prick his back, he squirms beneath the pinpricks of blood beginning to emerge from it. A shiver of pleasure washes through Candace, and she feels the heat rising to a boiling point in her core. Just before she can release that euphoric feeling, cold air rushes below her. Erika wipes around her mouth, her lipstick smeared almost up to where her eyeliner drips off of her waterline. “I can’t forget about poor Dean over here.” Her voice is deep and smooth with arousal as she shuffles on her knees to align with Withers. Candace desperately wants to hiss at Erika to get back where she was, but the words catch in her throat and die.
As soon as Dean’s hazy eyes glint with excitement, Erika stands up, she unclasps the back of her bra, 38C, all natural baby. Her somewhat droopy tits pop out of the basic white fabric. Candace licks her lips at the sight, her dark eyes narrow with desire. Erika bends over Candace and undos the matching sexy bra to her destroyed panties, it nearly flies off at the gentle touch to fall onto her impossibly flat stomach. Erika swipes it away and stares down at the now fully naked Candace. Both incredibly sexy, one woman more so than the man, individuals stare in tipsy awe at the topless Erika, just waiting for her next move.
And her next move arrives swift, she strips off her purple pencil skirt to reveal brown stockings and panties so embellished with lacy detailing it makes her formerly worn bra look like a rag. She spins around and flips her blonde hair one way and the next, her tight ass did not resemble that of a mother or wife. Who knew under all the political prowess, Erika could really put on a show. Her remarkably bouncy asscheeks moved with the sway of her hips before she planted them onto Candace’s bare thigh. She straddles her and grinds the wet arousal against her skin, Candace grins staring down at the movements.
Erika’s powerful stare sends a shiver down Dean’s spine as her fingers creep to his waistband, first the button of his jeans pops open, then the zipper slides down with some resistance against the erection pressing so hard against his briefs it hurts. He fights the urge to reach his own hands down, but he wouldn’t dare under those commanding eyes. Eyes that once marked the enemy, the ones he saw for a flicker of a moment somewhere between giving Charlie a blowjob and making out afterwards behind the gym. Now, her shockingly precise movements for how drunk she is alone could have made him finish. Though he resisted it, he couldn’t release without her say-so.
Candace nibbles the back of Erika’s ear, making her shiver with pleasure before she feels that warm, well-moisturised hand quickly rise up her knee to her upper thigh, then finding the thin lace band keeping the sodden lingerie around her hips. The stocking pulled up to her mid-thigh stay put, but the lace undergarment first slid its left side down, then the right, giving way to the fast movements of Candace.The denim first peels down Dean’s toned legs, leaving him wearing nothing but white briefs pooling with a stain of precum. Erika’s lips part, her icy blue eyes narrow into what he could only place as desire. Or, as he averts his gaze down, pleasure.
Only the knuckle of Candace’s first finger could be seen, buried deep within the wet folds of Erika. She slowly pumps it in and out while before Dean’s distracted haze could be broken, Erika has placed her attention back on him. She rocks her hips back and forth over Candace’s touch while her own hands traverse the last remaining item of clothing in between them. A second digit pokes at Erika’s entrance, then sinks deep inside her as she lets out a sigh of relief. She presses even harder down onto Candace, her rocking becomes a rough sway as her gaze hardens. Her hands grip the band of Dean’s underwear and slither it down to the top of his plump glutes.
He tenses at every faint touch of her cold fingertips, the feeling like ice against his skin makes him moan. “Erika,” he murmurs, leaning close to her ear, the pleading in his quiet voice brings a rush of sensitivity to Erika’s core, where Candace’s fingers still thrust in and out of her. She clenches around her press-on nails and finally frees Dean’s erection from its cloth cage. “I bet Charlie saw this cock plenty of times.” She speaks between bounces on Candace’s leg, the heat continues to rise in her, faster than she can continue to tease the young man. Swiftly, she licks down her palm and her hand grips the clean-shaven shaft, and she moves it up and down his length. Not a particularly flashy size, but far more impressive than Charlie’s which she had named ‘the flea sack’.
He doesn’t even manage a response before a thick shiver passes down his spine, his eyes squeeze shut as the sensations of her hand bring him closer and closer to the edge. Erika’s head tips back, the ends of her blonde hair brush against Candace’s bare chest, she thrusts her third finger in one more time before Erika lets out a bellowing moan and strings of fluid pour out of her. Erika’s entire hand clamps around Dean, the wave of adrenaline washing over her making it almost unbearably tight. As the wave of the orgasm passes, her fingertips disconnect and fall away from him. She leans back into Candace, who smears Erika’s juices over her own chest. Candace’s eyes glint, she peers over from behind Erika.
“Come for me, Dean.” Her voice rumbles deep in her throat, “You’ve been good for us.” She extends her arm as far it will reach to stroke his still-solid dick down its topside. His entire body seizes with delight as he finally lets go of the rush that was stirring inside of him. The orgasm hits him like a truck and refuses to release until his muscles ache with exhaustion and his dick goes limp.
The Oval Office’s couches are smeared with ropes of cum, every item of clothing besides the briefs still loosely hanging around Dean’s knees is strewn across any available floor surface, and all three were too drunk to consider the president himself has the possibility of walking in on the aftermath.
Candace’s forearms wrap around Dean’s shoulder and bring him closer, to where all three settle into the most comfortable sleep of their lives after the best sex of their lives, the bar was set very low between Charlie and George.