Representative Aiden Morneau chuckled to himself after her words. Reality drifted back to him slightly as his thoughts pulled themselves from the ether and focused instead on the sensation of the two women's mouths currently sliding along the sides of his cock.
"Kela, for the hundredth time, you can call me Aiden behind closed doors," he smirked as she looked up from licking the tip of his head.
The whites of her eyes framed her amber pupils as she smiled and slid her lips along the edges of his dick once more. Inside her mouth was moist and warm, full of saliva and a relaxed tongue that allowed the large size of his cock to push into the back of her throat. Once his cock was six inches into her mouth she tensed and held her threshold for a moment. Sharpened, pointed acrylic nails pressed into Aiden's thighs and the brown muscles of the woman named Kela tensed. She slid back as a string of saliva fell from her mouth while she laughed.
"I know, but I love calling you that while your throbbing cock is in my mouth. It gets me wet," she purred as her tongue ran along his scrotum.
He was a United States Representative. His district was an area just outside of Seattle, which included Tacoma, Lakewood, and Olympia. It was his sixth year in office. He was once an idealist, but then he actually got to Washington D.C. and all idealism within him vanished. Now he was just another corporate puppet whose masters kept him at bat with PAC money, pills, alcohol, and of course the two gorgeous, willing young women who were currently fingering each other as they made out with his cock between their lips.
On paper, they were his aides. In reality, they were his handlers: spies and enforcers sent by his masters to make sure he stayed drunk and drugged enough to do what the wanted, but never too far gone to become a distraction. The three of them each fully understand their arrangement and had accepted their roles.
There was Kela, his senior aide. Light skinned and muscular, she was a former dominatrix with a talent for getting men to do what she wanted.
Then there was Kitty. Younger, submissive, and curvy, with 46 H cups that every male in the Capitol fantasized about tit-fucking.
They would both do whatever sexual deed Aiden asked of them, as long as it was within the arrangement.
That was what the three of them all agreed to all those years ago.
As for Aiden Morneau, he was a man of no consequence. A shell. Nothing but a puppet meant to theater act on behalf of empty, false illusions of democracy while the true powers that be curated the country they wanted. Every day, he met press, sat on committees, spoke with constituents, and shook hands with lobbyists and donors. Holy fuck did he shake a lot of hands.
He played his part. He held to the arrangement. At this point he didn't even know why he did it anymore. At least his nights looked like this one, with Kela and Kitty sliding wet mouths and even wetter pussies up and down his cock for hours while he drank himself to an early grave.
After everything that had happened on THAT day, Aiden figured he should be happy with anything. That was what he thought as he stared at the scar on his hand and stomach. With that, his thoughts were once again pulled away from the soft, warm, moist orifices that were tensing and sucking on the end and underside of his cock, and instead went tumbling into the dark of memories he tried to suppress every day.
Images of a knife glinting in the sun as it came from his left and plunged towards his chest.
Kela's tongue traced its way along, mapping the veins of his cock as her finger inserted itself into him and began to massage its way to his prostate.
Screams sounded out in a blur as unknowing fans and protestors called out. Steel stuck skin and tore his chest open before stopping against the reinforcement of his rib cage. It burned and sent a wave of shock that pulsed into his teeth and fingertips.
Kitty's small hands were both stroking up and down his cock, using her saliva for lubrication, as her mouth moved back and forth in sync with the motions.
"Cum in my mouth. I want you to fill me with your cum," she crooned.
Her words were barely heard ghosts from a million miles away. Aiden was in the past now.
The knife returned instantly, before anyone could react. Aiden let out a scream in shock and pain as his hands clasped his open chest. Another slice came for his face, narrowly missing his eye, instead tearing his cheek open from cheekbone to jaw.
Aiden let out a moan. Kela's free hand and mouth made their way to his balls as her other fingers continued sliding softly in and out of his anus. A sensation rose in his legs that his mind didn't register.
His hand reached out to grab the knife as the crowd descended on them. In the midst of the chaos, another slice cut into his hand and severed the ligaments in his palm. Then there was a horrific ripping sensation beneath his stomach that radiated heat up into his ribs and down to his groin.
There in D.C., the nicer sensation was rising. Kitty's soft lips and trained throat were moving faster now. Kela's tongue was on his the back side of his scrotum as her hands massaged his asshole.
"Cum for us, dear. Cum all over our fucking faces."
"Aiden!"
"That's it. Oh, fuck yeah. Cum in my fucking mouth. Cum in my mouth so I can spit it in hers."
"Aiden!!"
"Ohhhhh yes. There you go. There you go. Cover me in your cum."
Fluids were everywhere. Blood covered his white shirt as he fell to the ground. Cum filled Kitty's mouth as her lips sealed around the head of his cock.
"Aiden!!!!"
The sensation subsided as the panic attack flooded his body with adrenaline, pushing the alcohol and chemicals from his mind. Sweat dampened his brow and ran down his chest.
"Aiden?…" Kela whispered gently, with a hint of sincere concern.
Reality ripped Aiden back from his hallucinations and into the real world, where he found himself standing in the low lit room with Kela and Kitty still on their knees before him. Kitty's face was partially covered in cum, with the rest waiting for approval in her open mouth and extended tongue. Her shoulders and hips were swaying side to side with her eyes locked on him for affirmation.
"We're done, dear…" said Kela as her fingers gently ran on his leg.
"Fuck. Sorry…" sighed Aiden.
His gaze met Kitty's wide, almond shaped eyes. Pouting lips and a still extended tongue were waiting.
"You're so beautiful with my cum in your face," said Aiden.
Kitty giggled and shimmied her shoulders, letting her soft stomach and breasts gracefully shake in acceptance of her compliment. With that, she swallowed the remnants of his load before wiping the remnants from her face with her fingers and licking it away like honey. Pale, small fingers slid from her strawberry of a mouth as she widened her eyes in a seductively playful gaze.
"You taste so good," she smiled.
"Go get some whiskey and spit it into our mouths, please," said Kela as she licked the sides of Kitty's face and fondled the edges of her accompliss's pink nipples.
Aiden chuckled and poured the remainder of his drink into his mouth before approaching his aides. His hand was large, able to clasp all of Kela's jaw in its grasp as he held her. It was subtle, but Kela's strong exterior relaxed ever so slightly as he towered over her, broad, firm, exposed and smiling a devious smile before pressing her lips open and letting some of his whiskey run from his lips to hers.
Kitty's hands pressed into the ground as her knees rested beneath her forward lean. Once more, she extended her tongue in a beg. Hands as big as her head grabbed her hair and chin, gently but firmly holding her in place before spitting the rest of the golden drink into her patient mouth.
The woman both swallowed and reclined onto the floor.
"Who's first?" Aiden asked in a familiar tone.
"You really don't have to," laughed Kela.
"If I cum, you do too. That's part of the arrangement," said Aiden.
"You made that part up dear. That's not actually in the contract."
"Well, let's just say it was an amendment to the original bill," he smirked.
"Me please," said Kitty as she held her hand up.
Aiden approached her and knelt beside her, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to the couch. After he laid her on the darkened leather, he returned to Kela and helped her from the ground.
"Thank you, dear," she said as she traced the scar on his stomach.
"You okay?" she asked.
Aiden shrugged.
"Don't worry about it. Now go lay down and spread your legs so I can see that beautiful pussy," he said as he held her jaw and kissed her nose.
Kitty was already rubbing her pink, smoothly shaved pussy as Aiden returned to spread her legs and lay himself at the altar of her yearning hips.
"Speaking of bills, umphhh fuck yes, you have three votes tomorrow.." sighed Kitty as his lips touched their destination.
"Uh huh," said Aiden as his tongue ran along the folds of her sacred skin.
As Kitty sighed and received her reward, Kela began to suck on her nipples and run her nails along Kitty's stomach.
"Vote yes, no, God yes, and no…" she moaned.
"That was yes, no, no, for clarity," said Kela as she crawled to Kela's head and straddled her mouth.
With that, Kitty began to suck on her colleague's clit.
"Fuck yes," moaned Kela as she cupped her breasts.
Aiden watched her back muscles tense and flex as her body moved in feminine release.
"Do you want the bill briefs?" Kela asked as he looked over her shoulder to Aiden.
"No need if I know how I'm going to vote. Lean forward and spread your ass so I can see your asshole," said Aiden as he let a bit of saliva fall from his lips onto Kitty's clit before carefully stroking it with his tongue.
Kitty let out a moan of pleasure as she pinched the edges of her nipples for more stimulation. Kela bent slightly so that her hand could join Kitty's.
"You're both so incredibly sexy," he whispered as he gently pushed onto the lower section of Kitty's stomach while sliding two fingers into her dripping wet pussy.
For the next twenty minutes, the three of them rotated going down on the two women until they had both cum and were all but spent.
Two hours later, the three of them were back in the townhome they shared. That was not part of the arrangement, and in a strange way it wasn't fully for surveillance on Aiden. They had grown to care for one another in an odd, understandingly manipulative, yet sincerely understanding sort of way.
Kitty and Kela had showered and were soon fast asleep. Even though early morning meetings meant Aiden would be up in a few hours, sleep and rest hid from him like fugitives. As the naked bodies of the only people remotely kind to him laid unconsciously holding one another in their enormous bed, Aiden stared at the ceiling.
Emptiness moved from the shadowy corners of the darkened room and found its way into his mind, covering his mind with blackened despair until it threatened to consume him. As Aiden contemplated why the fuck he was even living anymore, his gaze stayed locked on the trembling, scarred hand that was holding another glass of whiskey.