Candidacy in Question (snuff, loli, shota, military, war, politics, kidnapping, assassination, conspiracy)

1. I am a fairly new erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

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4. This is a standalone prequel to "Fooling Around Under the Table" (https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/25615.html), meaning that either story can be read in isolation. Both stories exist in the same universe as "The Borderland" (https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26628.html).

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Chapter 1 - Our Established Order

"Oh stop, you two!" Alice called out to her husband, Deke, and brother, Dan, as they laughed at the television in the living room. "Put that off! Dinner is ready."

Alice chuckled as she shook her head.

"Hey, she used to be something special," Dan called out from the couch, looking at his sister with a smirk.

"She still is!" Deke added, licking his lips as the television showed the woman on the screen wearing a black skirt-suit, speaking in front of a crowd of people.

The caption on the bottom of the screen read "DJT addresses a large audience in Caroline campaign stop."

Debra Jacqueline Townsend, or DJT as she was known, had colorful blonde, almost orange, hair that fell to just beyond her shoulders. It was styled in a straightened, feminine cut, which was parted on the side. Her face was slender and smooth, with high cheekbones and piercing, icy blue eyes. Her nose was petite, her chin slender and pointed, her ears small and round, her mouth large, with plump, luscious lips, and her eyebrows were thin and manicured.

DJT had been a model in the late 90s and early 2000s, and she had even done some acting during that period of her career. Her striking good looks, and in particular her large, firm tits, had earned her the fame she was now using to pursue her presidential ambitions.

"Get in here!" Alice repeated with an exasperated laugh.

"Yes mom!" Deke teased back, getting up off the couch, with a playful smile on his face. He was a muscular man with blonde hair and blue eyes, and his skin had a slight tan.

"Hey!" his 7 year old daughter, Emma, called from the kitchen. "She's my mom!"

Dan let out a loud, genuine laugh as he and his brother-in-law entered the kitchen to eat with Alice and Emma.

"Is that so?!" he said playfully as he grabbed at the redheaded, freckle-faced little girl, who had the most adorable smile, and started to tickle her.

Emma squealed as her Uncle Dan tickled her sides and stomach.

"Stop! Stoooop!" she whined as she wriggled in her chair.

"He has my permission to not stop," Deke said with mock seriousness. He was trying to hide the grin that was fighting to spread itself across his face. Dan did not share his brother-in-law's restraint, and instead was grinning from ear to ear.

"Not mine," Alice said with a smile. "Sit down, the food is going to get cold!"

"Yes, ma'am," Deke and Dan said in unison.

They took their seats around the table and started to serve themselves.

"So," Alice began as she spooned some green beans onto her plate. "What do you two think of DJT?"

She looked at her husband and her brother with an eyebrow raised as they glanced at each other and then back to her.

"I wouldn't mind hitting that," Dan said nonchalantly.

Deke nodded, adding a "same."

Alice glared at her husband with narrowed eyes.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, putting his hands up defensively. "You asked!"

"Why would you want to hit her?" Emma asked innocently as she reached to get some green beans as well. "You should never hit girls," she added with a cute, reproving glance toward her uncle and dad. Her green eyes glared at them with disapproval.

"You're so right, sweetie," Alice agreed. "You shouldn't hit girls or talk about 'hitting' them so casually," she added with another reproving look toward the two men.

"But we should still vote for her," Deke added. "She's an outsider. She'll bring some common sense to politics."

"She'll also make a joke out of the country," Dan argued with a laugh.

"You're too harsh," Deke said. "Lilliana Relford has been covering the campa…"

Alice scowled at her husband, interrupting him.

"You and that Relford reporter have been awfully close since she joined the base press pool," she said, before taking a sip of water.

Deke chuckled, shaking his head.

"I trust her instincts, but I only have eyes for one…" he interrupted himself, looking at Emma. "… well, two, beautiful women!"

"Can confirm," Dan said, trying to contain his laughter. "He leaves the debauchery to me."

Alice and Deke laughed, with Alice throwing a bean at her brother.

"Do you really have to leave tomorrow, Daddy?" Emma asked with a pout, changing the subject with all the grace a 7 year old could muster.

Her big green eyes were staring at her dad, pleading with him to reconsider.

"I have to, sweetie," Deke answered, coming down from his amusement, before reaching over and stroking her curly, red hair.

"Hey," Dan said, leaning over to Emma. "You know your daddy and I only have to go away for short periods at a time, right? How about I bring you a present when we get back?"

Emma perked up.

"A toy?!" she asked, bouncing in her seat.

"Daniel," Alice chided. "Don't get her started."

"Hah!" he laughed. "I'll get her started!"

He started tickling his niece again.

"And get her the coolest, bestest toy money can buy!" he continued.

Emma was laughing uncontrollably as he tickled her sides and stomach with his large, muscular hands.

"You're an enabler, Dan," Alice chided, though her tone was light, and a smile was playing across her lips. She couldn't help it, her daughter was so adorable when she was around her uncle.

Deke laughed along, enjoying the moment.

The family ate together, joking, teasing, and talking until bedtime. It had become a tradition for Dan to stay over at the Collins household the night before the two brothers-in-law go away on their fishing trips during their breaks from active military service.

What the women of the family didn't know, was that both Deke and Dan had to report to Fort James A. Keith early in the next morning for a confidential meeting, having been called back to take care of an urgent mission.

Strictly, Deke was Dan's commanding officer.

Lieutenant Colonel Deacon "Deke" Collins was the commander of 2nd Battalion, 69th Special Operations Brigade, and Major Daniel Pierce was one of his company leaders. But Deke knew not to lord rank over his brother-in-law, who was an exceptional soldier. Dan was also his best friend, which is how he ended up marrying Dan's sister.

As Dan left the bathroom he heard Deke and Alice quietly speaking to Emma in the girl's room. He paused for a moment and smiled as he overheard his brother-in-law and sister saying goodnight to their daughter. Moments later, both Alice and Deke exited the bedroom.

"Oh, there he is," Alice said with a wink. "A certain someone wanted to see her Uncle Dan before bed!"

Dan smiled and nodded.

"She doesn't have to ask twice," he promised. "She's my fourth favorite niece, after all!" he added, loud enough to make sure the girl heard him.

"I'm your only niece!" he heard her call back, clearly amused by his joke.

Alice and Deke chuckled as they made their way to their bedroom.

Dan peeked around the corner into Emma's room. His heart melted as he looked at her. She was lying in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, looking at him with wide eyes that shone with innocence and happiness.

"What, they put you to bed already?!" he exclaimed.

"I know, can you believe it?!" Emma responded.

"Is there something I can get for you before bed? Some whiskey?"

Dan grinned as he saw the young girl blush and roll her eyes at him.

"Eww!" she replied with a laugh. "No, no! Tell me about another one!"

Dan signed but smiled. He knew what that meant.

He sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up the sleeve of his loose shirt. He then held out his arm so that she could see the tattoos he had on his forearm.

Emma loved hearing the stories behind each one. Dan's tattoos were not random, meaningless things. They each symbolized the different operations, or significant events, in his military career.

She had heard each story, but he was happy to repeat them. Dan loved his niece and was happy to indulge her, which he spent the next half an hour doing. He recounted his adventures in the Middle East, Eastern Europe, and Asia, embellishing where necessary and appropriate to entertain the young girl.

After finishing his stories, he leaned over and gave her a kiss goodnight.

"You're such a good girl," he whispered in her ear as he hugged her.

Emma blushed. She loved the feeling she got inside her belly whenever her uncle said things like that, even if she did not know what the feeling was, exactly.

She hugged him tightly before releasing him and allowing him to tuck her in. The girl drifted off to sleep as her uncle quietly closed her door, leaving her in the dim light of the bedroom's nightlight.

***

The following morning Dan and Deke reported for duty at Fort James A. Keith, the home of the 69th Special Operations Brigade. They got in early, having left Alice and Emma asleep before sunrise.

Dan and Deke reported directly to the commander of the brigade, Brigadier General Timothy G. Hawk.

"At ease, gentlemen," the General said as they both came to attention.

Another man, dressed in a suit but not in uniform, was also in the office.

Dan and Deke stood in front of their superior, in the "at ease" posture, waiting for further instructions.

"Gentlemen," General Hawk said, motioning to the chairs on the other side of his desk. "Have a seat."

The two officers took their seats, keeping their backs straight.

The third man approached them and also sat down.

General Hawk smiled.

"Colonel Collins," he began, looking at Deke. "Several years ago I asked you a hypothetical question."

He pauses, taking a sip of his coffee.

"I asked you, when the time comes for the most important covert mission your country asks you to undertake, and you can choose any soldier to accompany you on this mission, whom would you choose? Do you remember your answer?"

Deke glanced at Dan. He blushed, something not common for this seasoned, veteran officer, before responding.

"Yes, sir," he replied. "I chose Major Pierce."

General Hawk nodded, a faint smirk appearing in one corner of his mouth.

He looked over at Dan, who nodded in gratitude, then back at Deke.

"And I assume your choice remains the same?"

"It does," Deke responded without hesitation.

Dan and Deke then waited as their commanding officer looked down at a manila folder. He flipped open the cover and pulled out some documents, scanning through them.

The third man remained silent.

"Gentlemen," the general said. "Everything from this moment forward is strictly classified. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," Dan and Deke both said at the same time.

"The gentleman you see next to me..." the General continued, motioning toward the suited man. "... is with the Company."

Both Dan and Deke immediately understood the gravity of the situation. The Company was the government's most secretive espionage agency, whose political clout and influence was as controversial as it was unmatched.

2nd Battalion, and particularly the company that Dan led, Delta, often cooperated with the Company. However, a visit from a member of the Company always signaled that the mission was of the utmost importance.

The General then looked over at his visitor.

"This is where I take my leave," General Hawk said to his guests with a polite nod, standing from his seat behind his desk and walking out.

The visitor nodded to him and waited until he was gone.

The man was thin and of average height, dressed in an expensive black suit, black tie, white shirt, and black dress shoes. His black hair was short and combed back, his eyes were light green, and he was clean shaven with a pointed nose. His skin was pale white.

"Debra Jacqueline Townsend has rented the Charlestown Arena and is holding a rally there this Saturday morning," he began, speaking to them in a clipped, emotionless voice.

Dan and Deke both remained silent.

"A DJT presidency would be the end of our established order," he continued, his eyes staring out at nothing in particular. "She is to not leave this event alive. Is that clear?"

Both men stared at him with blank expressions, trying not to reveal their disbelief. This man had just ordered a hit on the leading presidential candidate.

"Details are in here," he said, pushing the folder General Hawk had perused earlier closer to them. He then repeated his question. "Are we clear?"

Dan and Deke glanced at each other.

"Perfectly," they answered in unison.

***

"Ugh, have we really sunk so low?" Deke asked as they sat at a round conference table in his office, looking over the documents. A glass of whiskey stood near each of the men.

The folder had given them all the information they needed.

Dan nodded.

"Sure seems that way, my friend," he responded.

"This country is in real trouble, ugh," Deke said, sighing, then took another sip of his drink. "Doing THIS, to someone so..."

He couldn't even bring himself to finish the sentence.

"I know," Dan replied. "What a waste of a fine ass..."

Dan smiled and chuckled as his old friend shook his head in disapproval but grinning at the remark.

"So, what are we going to do?" Dan continued.

"I guess we have no choice," Deke replied. "We have our... ugh... orders."

Dan sighed.

"So, it's decided then," he said. "We're going to assassinate Debra Jacqueline Townsend."

"Hrrng... ughk," the men heard, before their table thudded violently, rocking their whiskeys. "Oww!"

"N-No... don't!" Deke groaned as Lindsey Hawk pulled her head from his crotch, hitting it against the underside of the table. "D-Don't stop!"

Deke grit on his teeth as cum started dribbling slowly from the tip of his penis as the stimulation stopped. His member throbbed, still needing attention.

"Fuck!" Deke signed loudly, frustrated as his orgasm was ruined.

"Ugh!" Lindsey scrambled from under the table, her blonde hair disheveled. The young captain wiped her mouth. "You're going to kill DJT?!"

Dan looked over at Lindsey, taking in her slender figure, large breasts, and beautiful face. Her blue eyes looked shocked, but her expression was one of excitement.

He then looked back at Deke's annoyed face and chuckled.

"Well, looks like the proverbial cat's out of the bag on that one!" he laughed, as his friend glared at him.

Deke shook his head and stood up, towering over the woman.

"You vile fucking whore!" he exclaimed angrily, grabbing her by the neck with his right hand and slapping her across the face with his left. "You were supposed to make me cum, not give me blue balls!"

He yanked her toward the table, bending her body at her hips.

"Time to make you pay!" he shouted, grabbing her uniform skirt and yanking it up and over her waist. Then he grabbed her panties and pulled them roughly down to her knees. Deke looked up at Dan. "Gimme a hand here, Major!"

Lindsey squirmed as Deke's strong hand on her neck held her in place.

Dan stood, smiling. His muscular frame was a head taller than his superior, making Deke seem almost short, but he wasn't. Both were in top physical condition.

"Gladly," he said as he began unfastening his pants.

"Dan!" Deke ordered, pointing at the blonde. "Hold that slut still, will you?"

"You got it," the tall major replied before he stepped out of his pants, revealing his rock hard cock as he approached.

Dan reached out and grabbed Lindsey, taking over for Deke as he removed his belt, folded it in half, and snapped it against her tight little ass cheeks.

Lindsey squeaked, then yelped, as Deke continued beating her, leaving dark welts on her butt.

Deke smiled, relishing her cries, then looked up and smiled at Dan, who smiled back. They had done this many times before.

Once her bottom was red Deke tossed the belt onto the table and fully undid his pants. He pulled out his still hard cock.

Dan then pushed Lindsey sideways so that her face was directly in front of his own hard member. She looked up at him.

"W-Wait..." she stammered as she felt Deke behind her begin to rub the head of his cock against her tight anal hole.

"Take it, you useless cunt!" Deke grunted before thrusting himself inside of her, filling her bowels with his cock. "Hngggh!"

Dan grabbed Lindsey by the head, his large hands holding either side of her face.

"Ugh!" she squeaked out as best she could as she felt Dan shove his dick into her open mouth. "Hrrglrgk!"

The two officers then began to roughly fuck their boss' daughter from both ends, holding her body between their muscular frames. The office filled with the sounds of their thrusting.

Deke was relentless, ramming his cock as deep into Lindsey's ass as he could with every thrust. He grunted like an animal as he did, his hips smacking into her bruised butt loudly.

Dan was a little gentler, though not much, holding Lindsey's head in his strong grasp and pounding into her throat with every thrust. Lindsey choked on his cock.

Lindsey squirmed and wiggled her hips, the sensations overwhelming, her mouth and throat completely plugged. Her eyes were closed tight as she felt her pussy leak down her thighs. She loved being treated this way.

Deke slapped her ass hard several more times, watching her buttocks ripple with every slap, and then began to feel his balls twitch.

"Oh... fuck... I'm gonna cum," he grunted as his cock throbbed and shot cum into Lindsey's bowels. "F-For real... this time!"

Dan also started to cum. Lindsey choked even harder as her throat was filled with semen.

Deke and Dan then pushed her off the table, panting. She landed on the carpeted floor with a loud thud as the men began to refasten their pants.

Lindsey collapsed, her skirt still folded over her waist, and drooled a mix of saliva and semen.

The men fell back onto their chairs and watched her, catching their breath.

"That'll be all, Captain, thank you," Deke finally said to her. "You are dismissed."

Lindsey slowly crawled, still panting and coughing, toward the table and pulled herself to her feet. She pulled up her panties, catching Deke's cum dripping from her anus, as her skirt fell back to cover her crotch.

Dan smiled, and chuckled, watching the disheveled blonde as she fixed her uniform. She didn't bother to put her hair back up, though, leaving her with a messy, unkempt blonde mane. Her makeup ran from her eyes down her cheeks.

"Thank you, sirs," she said, turning and winking at Dan. "Good luck with your mission!"

"What a piece of fucking work, that girl," Dan remarked as she stumbled out of Deke's office. He then sighed, eyeing the papers still spread out across the table. "So, back to the business at hand, then?"

***

"Let's get this show on the road!" Dan sighed loudly into the microphone. "It's getting hot out here!"

He was sitting in an inconspicuous white van outside a popular Italian restaurant in Charlestown, while Deke fraternized inside with the lovely Lilliana Relford.

"Thank you for meeting me," Deke smiled, looking across the small, private table at her, ignoring Dan in his earpiece. "Sorry it took so long for me to set up a meeting between the two of us."

"That's fine, Colonel," the 25 year old smiled back. Lilliana Relford was a strikingly beautiful young woman, with long black hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back, and large brown eyes. Her lips were full and soft, her skin light brown and clear. She wore a long, white dress that clung to her voluptuous figure. The neckline of her dress dipped between her cleavage, showing a lot of it, and also displayed the top parts of the sides of her small breasts. "You are a busy man."

"Ah, well, you're not exactly easy to pin down, either," Deke replied, chuckling a little bit. "You've been on the road with the DJT campaign, haven't you? That has to be an interesting experience."

Lilliana laughed.

"You could say that," she answered, looking down at her plate. "Townsend isn't as stupid as many make her out to be. She's really going to shake things up."

"I agree," Deke replied with a nod. "She has my vote... but what has been striking to me has been your analysis of her."

He blushed.

"I hate to admit it, but I am something of a fan of your journalism," Deke admited, smiling bashfully at the woman. "It's rare to find reporting so unbiased these days. I find it very... very... trustworthy."

Deke gulped as he stumbled on his last sentence.

"Oh, god, Deke," Dan groaned in Deke's ear. "Really? This is how you flirt at my sister's expense? I need a barf bag over here. This is pathetic."

"Thanks," she smiled. "To be honest, Colonel, I didn't expect that. I thought you were avoiding the pestering little journalist. Quite refreshing for a military man, to say that."

Deke shook his head, blushing a little bit.

"No, Miss Relford..."

"Lilliana, please," she interjected.

"Lilliana... I am actually quite open with the press. But you know the 69th is a... special... outfit, right? So..."

"I know," she interrupted again. "I'm a military brat. No need to explain confidentiality."

She leaned forward, exposing more of her small breasts, making Deke gulp and shift in his seat.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked. "This is an awfully nice place for a professional meeting."

Deke gulped again.

"Well," he replied. "I admit that this is not an entirely... professional meeting. I-I have a favor to ask."

Lilliana nodded, her smile widening a bit. It seemed to make her face glow.

"Sure, Colonel," she answered, her tone softening a little. "What is it?"

"Finally," Dan groaned, listening in on the conversation. "He's going to get to the damn point."

Deke cleared his throat.

"As one of the few in our military who actually understands Townsend's message..." he started. "... I would love to meet her face to face."

He paused for a moment.

"But..." he began saying. "Well, it's quite delicate for a Lieutenant Colonel in the 69th to be arranging meetings with the political embodiment of 'rock the boat'."

Deke sighed and rubbed his face.

"And, frankly, the brass have been clear," he continued. "They'd like to avoid any publicity that could cast the 69th in a bad light... or in a political light. You know."

"I see..." she responded, pausing to consider her words. "I... am not sure what you want from me."

He took a deep breath.

"Sorry," he said. "This is... a big favor. Uh... without telling her or her staff, I need you to get me into the arena on Saturday for the next big speech she's giving."

He paused.

"You have access. I just need someone to open a back door for me and make sure there aren't any Secret Service guys around to see me sneak in."

He chuckled shyly.

"This is quite embarrassing..." he said, looking away. "I must seem like an obsessed groupie."

Lilliana chuckled and gave him a soft, reassuring smile.

"Well, I won't sugarcoat it. You do. But... Townsend's not my first campaign, you know. I've seen people do way crazier things just to meet the candidate. At least you aren't planning on throwing piss all over her."

Deke laughed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I remember that guy," he said. "People really have it out for her!"

She nodded in agreement.

"But that's the kind of response you should expect from a campaign like hers," she said. "Townsend's not a typical politician."

"Hey," he said. "I'm not complaining! It's refreshing, you know? Someone willing to stand up for what's right instead of doing the same old, same old."

He cleared his throat.

"Sorry, didn't mean to rant," he added. "I'll owe you for this favor."

Deke winked at her.

"Oh, you will," Lilliana replied with a laugh. "There are many things I'd love to know about the 69th and how you guys work, and I'm not afraid to collect on favors."

Deke raised his hands defensively, but smiled at her.

"I promise to be very accommodating," he replied, trying not to blush.

"Alright," Lilliana agreed, nodding at him and grinning. "Consider this favor yours. Want to meet up at my place Friday night to finalize the details?"

"No," Dan said over the microphone, sighing. "This is a distraction, Deke. Take the win, or I'm gonna come over there and smack some sense into you."

Deke smiled widely and nodded.

"That sounds perfect."

***

"Mmmhmm..." Matt moaned as he peered through the crack in the door. "Ohhhh..."

"They ain't gonna know what hit 'em," Debra Jacqueline Townsend responded to her husband, Irving, who was sitting on the couch in her temporary office, as she walked around the room topless. "Now where's that damn bra?"

Matt grinned as he continued stroking his cock while watching the naked presidential candidate walk up and down. The 16 year old nerd had slipped away to spy on the woman after an outdoor meet and greet, hoping to get a glimpse of the former supermodel naked.

The 44 year old DJT's breasts still stood up proudly, and swayed gently as she paced the room, her nipples stiff. Her light skin was covered in sweat, and it dripped slowly down her body, over her erect nipples and down her flat abdomen.

Matt rubbed his cock faster as he watched her, his heart pounding and his balls tightening, until...

"Matthias Thomas Harvey! What are you doing!?"

Matt turned around in alarm to find himself staring into the furious face of his aunt, Madeline, a Secret Service agent. The teenager panicked and shoved his hard penis back into his pants, almost knocking his glasses off in the motion.

"Oh!" he sputtered, his face turning white. "Uh!"

Suddenly, the door next to him flung open, revealing DJT, now having finally found her bra.

"What's all the commotion?" she asked sternly, looking from the red faced Madeline to her young, white-faced nephew.

Matt turned to face the woman, staring at his crush. An awkward smile crossed his lips, followed by a sheepish blush.

"Oh, nothing ma'am," Madeline quickly replied, her voice suddenly calm and her face straightening. "Matt here just got lost."

"It-It's you..." Matt blurted. "I-I am..."

Madeline grabbed the young man's arm and pulled him back away from the doorway, looking at Debra with apologetic eyes.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am..." she said before being interrupted.

"Don't be silly," DJT said, leaning forward and cupping Matt's face gently with her hand, smiling at the boy. "I love my fans. Leave the boy alone."

Matt's face immediately turned red as DJT touched him. He gulped nervously.

Madeline reluctantly released her nephew's arm and stepped aside. She kept a stern look on her face as Matt and the former supermodel looked into each other's eyes.

Just then Irving stepped out of the room, looking over the situation. Matt looked over at the older black man and swallowed hard.

"I guess that's my cue, eh?" DJT's husband said with a chuckle, looking at his watch. He then turned and kissed the woman. "I'll be back after the Laurel Valley stop tomorrow, babe."

"Alright, sweetie," she replied with a smile. "Have fun."

They kissed again.

Irving looked over at the teenager and his wife. The boy looked nervous. He then walked down the hallway.

Debra turned to Madeline with a formal smile.

"That'll be all, Agent Warren," she said to the woman, before grabbing Matt by the arm. "Now, what's your name, young man?"

Matt's jaw dropped as DJT led him into the office, shutting the door behind them.

"M-M-M-M-Matt," he sputtered, looking over at Madeline as she stared back at him, her mouth open. "My... my name is Matt, ma'am."

His cock quickly stiffened again, and the boy's knees buckled.

"Well, M-M-M-Max," the candidate said with a chuckle. "I'm a very big fan of people who love my message. Have a seat."

She pushed him onto the sofa, making the boy yelp and look around in surprise.

Matt sat there with his mouth agape as DJT leaned forward in front of him. The teenager's cock throbbed in his pants, and a little bit of precum leaked out of the tip of his member.

"I-I-uhhh..." Matt muttered, watching as DJT simply looked at him with expecting eyes. "I-I-I love it! I mean... I-I-I love you... I-I mean..."

DJT laughed.

"That's very sweet of you," she replied

The woman turned around, letting her butt sway in front of Matt. The young boy's eyes were glued to her behind, his mouth open wide and his breathing quick.

"You know, these people really want to silence me. No, no, DJT can't become President. DJT can't say this, DJT can't say that," Debra ranted as she paced the room, the boy watching with rapt attention, though more to the way she moved, less so her words.

"Too vulgar," she said with a chuckle. "Too honest, they mean."

Matt licked his dry lips.

"Y-Yes..." he replied.

"And the media keeps lying!" she continued. "Did you see how they took those words of mine out of context?"

"Uh..." he muttered.

"What's your favorite thing about my message?" she asked him, turning around to face the teenager, placing her hands on her hips.

Matt gulped again, looking from her eyes to her cleavage. His mind went blank, and he stammered.

"Uh... you..." he muttered, his cheeks blushing red.

DJT laughed.

"It's always the tits and ass with you young ones, isn't it?" she said, chuckling, as she reached behind herself to undo her bra. "I love my young fans, but, gee, Mark, sometimes I don't think you realize how important this is!"

The young man's jaw dropped and he gasped as he watched the woman let her bra fall to the floor, revealing her large, perky breasts to him again. He stared, his eyes fixated on them, his mouth wide open in awe and shock, as the woman's pink, puffy nipples appeared, erect.

"See? There it is," she said, laughing again, walking toward the teenager with her breasts bouncing. She put her hands on his shoulders. "That look on your face."

"I-I'm so sorry, ma'am!" he stuttered. "I... oh!"

Debra gently caressed the teenager's face, smiling down at him as she fondled him, his cheeks blushing a bright pink.

"Don't be, silly," she replied, smiling. "You're a warm-blooded American man."

She paused and looked down at Matt's crotch. She could see a wet spot from his leaking cock, and a big tent.

"The media is trying to make you say sorry for appreciating beautiful women," she said as she ran a finger over Matt's bulge, causing him to gasp. She grinned as she teased his member, and slowly lowered herself in front of him. "But you can't! That's natural!"

The woman reached up to the top of Matt's shorts and jerked them down. Matt yelped in surprise, but didn't fight as she revealed his stiffened member.

"That's the beauty of America, Mack," Debra smiled as she looked down at Matt's throbbing penis. He wasn't particularly well-endowed. "The best country in the world."

She grabbed his member and brought her face up to it, slowly licking it, from the base all the way up to the top of his shaft. Her tongue felt warm and wet on his hard cock.

"O-oh!" he groaned as he watched the candidate run her tongue along his penis. The woman opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the top of his cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth, letting her soft, warm lips slide over his dick. The boy groaned in pleasure.

Debra bobbed her head up and down over the teen's hard cock, letting her mouth work the boy's shaft with ease.

"Oh, fuck!" Matt moaned, grabbing Debra's hair and beginning to buck his hips, fucking her mouth.

DJT grinned and reached up to Matt's face, stroking it.

"Mmm..." she moaned onto his shaft. Matt groaned, and his cock throbbed in the woman's warm mouth.

The boy began bucking his hips faster and faster into DJT's mouth, fucking her face, until finally his cock began to shoot long ropes of white semen down the woman's throat.

"Oh!" he groaned as his penis twitched and spewed its contents, his eyes shut tight and his teeth clenched. He kept his cock buried deep inside Debra's mouth until he had emptied himself, then let the candidate pull away, swallowing his cum and grinning at him.

"Don't be ashamed to be you, Mike," she said, wiping her mouth and standing up. "Debra Jacqueline Townsend will never apologize for being Debra Jacqueline Townsend. She will never apologize for America."

The woman began dressing again, smiling at the young man as he stared up at her with his eyes wide, panting and sweating.

"Now, run along and find that ugly Secret Service agent of yours," Debra said to Matt as she walked to the door, pulling it open and smiling. "And remember to vote!"

Matt stood up, holstered his cock, and walked out the door.

"Uh, I'm not old en..." he began, but before he could finish the door slammed behind him. "... enough to vote."