Description: A group of Jan 6th rioters come face to face with their arch-nemesis: firebrand Latina hottie Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez…
Tags: Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, consensual rapeplay, mmmf, gangbang, interracial
A/N: Content warning: this is a work of satire that contains offensive language and themes. It is not intended as a political statement. Do not complain or act like you were misled: you clicked on a story about MAGA supporters gangbanging AOC and got the thing you asked for.—Juliette
AOC vs the MAGA Trump Supporters (Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez)
Jan 6, 2021…
If you’d told one of Jason Barrett’s longsuffering schoolteachers that someday he’d don a balaclava and storm the US Capitol at the urging of that rich guy with an incredibly awkward Home Alone 2 cameo, they wouldn’t have been surprised. They’d have probably said words to the effect of “yeah, that sounds like the type of thing that retard would do.”
A truck smashed through the chain-link fence. Bollards came crashing down, and hundreds of protestors streamed through the gap. Trump’s army of deplorables stormed the Capitol grounds, sweeping aside the ill-prepared security force like the hand of God. Their hour of triumph had arrived.
Jason and three of his friends from the Based Kekistani Patriots Discord outraced the crowd, climbing up the steps to the Rotunda.
“It’s happening, boys!” Kyle “LibtardAnnihilator1488” Thurston yelled beneath a hat slightly redder than his face. “It’s happening so hard!”
“We the Congress now!” Antonio “Trumpenkrieg” Frazetta waved a flag of Kekistan—their micronation. He wore a Halloween Punisher mask that looked tacky on most days and doubly-tacky on this one.
“Whomp whomp!” Isaiah “BlackTrumpSupporterYesWeExist” Alcindor hero-posed atop the steps. He had a white mother and was Obama-black at best, but you don’t need much melanin to serve as a token. Some people manage it with nearly zero.
Jason fell into line with them, panting atop the steps. His eyes flickered across the crowd below—thousands of protestors, all of them swarming across the grounds as fast as their hip replacements and triple bypasses would let them.
He had to admit, history had seen more inspiring coup d’etats. Trump had rallied an army of bald tackle shop owners, Karen-cutted soccer moms, and meth-zonked Infowars freaks.
Man, this alt-right shit just isn’t cool anymore. Jason wondered how it had all gone wrong. Probably when all the boomers showed up. One day I sign on and the average age in our Discord is, like, seventy. You gotta explain memes to them. There’s this lady who calls Pepe ‘Kermit’, for Christ’s sake. Most don’t even watch anime. He was vaguely considering bailing on the Trump train, and becoming a communist. He didn’t know shit about it (hadn’t it been invented by Groucho Marx?), but the Marxist douchebags he’d known in college hadn’t had any problems getting laid. None of the Based Kekistani Patriots had scored any pussy in months.
The howling wave of meat crashed against the Capitol doors, hitting it like a fist. A baseball bat swung a deadly arc, the glass door exploded inward, and the crowd poured through into the Rotunda. The Based Kekistanis held back long enough to be sure there wasn’t a firing squad waiting to mow everyone down, then followed.
It was glorious. Protestors were overrunning the halls of power like devouring ants. Breaking, stealing, trashing, wrecking. Countless people had GoPros and selfie sticks out, helpfully livestreaming crimes in 1080p to Youtube. Someone with a cracked voice was singing the National Anthem. The first verse of it, anyway. When he got to “At the twilight’s last gleaming…” he went back to the start. That seemed to be all he knew.
“So, uh,” Tony gestured at the unbridled chaos around them. “…Is this it?”
“I think so.” Jason shrugged, having no clue what it even meant.
“So we won?” Isaiah asked. “And Trump’s president now?”
“I guess. How could he not be?”
Somewhere, glass shattered and sirens blared.
“I hear there are kids in cages being harvested for adrenochrome in the basement.” Kyle was a pretty hardcore Alex Jones listener. “Let’s rescue them.”
Suddenly, Jason felt unbelievably bored with the entire dog and pony show. He threw his MAGA hat aside—the Made in China tag itched.
“Fuck the kids. Let’s just hang.”
The Based Kekistani Patriots loafed around the Capitol, treating it as a free tour.
They journeyed from the Great Rotunda to the Chambers. Everywhere they went, they saw reprises of the same scene: a parade of costumed lunatics stealing everything that wasn’t nailed down, vandalizing everything that was, and breathing a dense cloud of novel coronavirus over every surface.
They saw a guy in a Teamsters hat kick up his feet onto Nancy Pelosi’s desk while pretending to take calls on her phone. “Hello, I’m Missus Shit-Don’t-Stink, can I help you?” Further along, a man was taking a shit on Mitch McConnell’s desk. “Got somethin’ to wipe with, brotha?” he asked Kyle, who thoughtfully handed him a lawbook.
The riot was visibly losing energy. Protestors aimlessly milled around, trying to sustain their rage. It was hard. They had no leader to make them angry, and no target to be angry at. What’s the plan? Every face seemed to asked. What are we actually trying to accomplish inside this building? And where’s Trump?
Bored and seeking thrills, the four Kekistanis broke through a locked door, using a metal drill in Kyle’s fanny pack to tear apart the lock.
The heel of Isaiah’s Blundstone landed on the door. It burst, splintering to reveal a room beyond. Cold dehumidified air swirled through the gap. They stepped over the broken door into a secluded office space, which was nicely carpeted and dissected into sharp white cubicles.
The cubicles appeared deserted. They weren’t.
A fearful squeak came from the floor. Four heads snapped around.
They saw a familiar woman squeezed into a corner between two desks. Hard to mistake that face; that body.
Fierce, armor-piercing eyes. A heavy, strong-boned, compelling face. Skin the color of coffee when the barista assfucks your order and adds one shot instead of two. She had black hair, pulled back in an updo so severe it seemed to screech. She had a lush, voluptuous body that bulged out her demure pantsuit, distorting it at hip and bust with thrilling intimations of flesh.
Her.
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s eyes went wide with fear.
“HEELLLPP! TRUMP SUPPORTERS ARE ABOUT TO RAAAAAPE ME!”
As her shrieks lit the air up like firecrackers, Jason and his friends shared a confused glance. Alexandria pressed her body against the walls, arms outstretched like a horror movie scream queen.
“I’M GETTING RAPED!” She was the loudest alarm siren in the building. “RAAAAAAPED!”
Jason held up his hands. “Chill, lady. We’re not going to rape you.”
He glanced to the others for confirmation of this. “…Are we?”
“I don’t think so,” Kyle said. “Raping her would be pretty fucked up, even if she is a leftist cunt.”
Alexandria looked nonplussed at this. “What? No. No! You’re going to r—rape me! I see it in your eyes. You want my body. You want to be…inside ME…”
Their eyes slid from her face to her body. Huge luscious breasts distorted her pantsuit with lewd bulges of meat. Her nipples jabbed at the fabric like bullet tips. Her quivers of fear seemed ambiguous, like they could be quivers of something else.
“Don’t lie!” she hissed, and a shaking finger slashed down. “I know what you want! You’re going to pin me against this table…rip off my clothes…then shove yourselves…ugh…inside me. That’s what you’re going to do! Just admit it!”
She seemed rather insistent on this point.
“Why are you so obsessed with us raping you?” Jason said. “Are you some kind of fetishist or something?”
“No! Just someone who knows what you are! Sexist patriarchal monsters!” Spittle flew as her lips trumpeted rage. “You don’t look at me and see a human. I’m just meat. An animal.”
Tony wasn’t the sharpest tool in the drawer. “Did she just call us furries?”
“This is getting weird,” Kyle shrugged. “Let’s leave.”
“You’ve got issues, ma’am,” Isaiah said, shaking his head.
They turned to go. Alexandria drew herself up to her full height: a snake raring to strike.
“Stop, or you’re all going to prison.”
She spoke with the authority of Zeus throwing lightning. The four Based Kekistanis froze.
Sensing that she had power over them, AOC dropped her voice to a conversational register and smoothly entered politician mode: cutting deals and shaking hands. “So here’s the scoop. This doesn’t end well for you four. Your faces are on the security tapes. It’ll take the cops five minutes to pin you like a tail to a donkey. They’ll know who you are, where you live, what size drill bit you used in the Black and Decker that took down that door…”
“Dewalt,” Kyle said. “My dad doesn’t like Black and Decker; he says they…
“Shut up,” AOC snapped, her tongue flashing wet and pink in her mouth. “The point is, you should be much more scared of me than I am of you right now. I’d like to make you an offer.”
“Yeah?” Tony crossed his arms. He’d discarded his idiotic Punisher mask at some point. “What are you offering?”
Alexandria shuddered. Swallowed. Her Adam’s apple bobbed. She seemed to be trying to spit out words that were crawling back down her throat just as fast.
“Ever since I was a girl, I’ve dreamed of something like this happening to me. Getting gang-raped by misogynist far-right brutes like you boys. Having them pin my arms, spread my legs, and then doing whatever they want with my…my…”
“Your what?” Kyle crossed his arms over his Ed Hardy shirt.
She screwed up her face and shouted it out. “My…vagina…”
Jason adjusted his shorts as an enormous bulge flooded them out. God, those knockers are looking like a snack. “What else?”
“My cunt! My pussy! My whorehole! That part of me! I know the way you talk about my body! I lurk in your Discords!” She snarled in sandpaper-rough tones. There was no denying it: she was turned on by her ‘predicament.’ “You don’t see a human when you look at me, you see a slab of meat to ravage. I’m two breasts and three warm holes. Aren’t I? Aren’t I?”
They watched her put-together facade collapse. She became a sweaty map of atavistic reactions—twitching, shuddering. A ball of reactions. She squeezed her eyes shut and muttered something. Her hands formed fists and shook beside her body. Sweat trickled down her forehead. When the mascara-honed eyes opened, there was relief inside them. Calmness. Like this was a breakthrough she’d had on a therapist’s couch. She seemed delighted to have finally gotten this confession off her sizeable chest.
“So you want us to fuck you?” Isaiah said.
“No.” She had a hard gaze to meet. Like having your eyeballs slammed flat against a sandblaster running at full speed. “You’re racist, sexist, reactionary ogres and not in the least bit do I want to fuck you.”
The 34 year-old politician kneeled with a seductive smile. She descended through the air like a stripper riding a pole, throwing her hips in a clever little circle that caught every eye in the room. Her eyes were cinders, her breath volcanic. She knifed her shoulders, causing her breasts to bobble enticingly. She thrust her cleavage forward with a hard, visceral jab of her spine, presenting her tits to their faces.
“I want to be raped by you.” She said flatly, eyes drawn down to mascara’d slits. “I want you to hurt me and violate me. I’ll pay you back. I don’t know how, but I will.”
Her fingers were oddly still as they undid the topmost button on her blouse, allowing torrents of bulging titflesh to force the fabric asunder like a yawning mouth. Her fingers didn’t shake, not even a little bit.
“All I ask is that you make my dream come true.”
The four boys circled the kneeling politician, feeling her warm breath pulse on their bodies. She was hot, high-key. They’d all hate-fapped to her many times. There was a room in the Based Kekistani Patriots shitcord for AOC pics—it had more activity than the main war room.
They unzipped. Four cocks sprang out. Jason tried to keep the moment as not-gay as possible.
Don’t look at their dicks. Don’t look at their dicks. Don’t look at their dicks. Don’t look at their dicks.
Fuck it. He looked at their dicks.
Kyle’s cock was smaller than his. Five inches, he guessed. Scoreboard! One down, two to go. Tony’s uncut Italian hog was the same length as his – six inches – but a bit girthier. Whatever. Isaiah’s dick was enormous. Nine inches, or close to it. Whatever. Can’t compete with nigger-cocks. A good result, all in all.
Isaiah smirked at Kyle’s little pink erection. “Aww, how sweet. You brought her a cigarette for after I’ve banged her.”
Kyle balled his fists. “It gets bigger, I swear! And if that stupid rootless cosmopolitan doctor hadn’t cut the tip off…”
“Why did you just say ‘rootless cosmopolitan’ in a weird voice? What does that mean, anyway?”
Alexandria coughed loudly. “Are you four idiots going to measure dicks all day or will someone please rape me?”
“Oh, right.”
Jason stalked forward, closing a heavy groundskeeper’s hand around her shoulders. She gasped as his shadow fell. A surge fluttered inside her as he kneaded her like meat. He saw lust in her eyes, and wondered exactly how long she’d fantasized about this moment; this hand.
Probably at least as long as he had, in fact.
He swooped down on the pretty, voracious politician, pressing his face to hers. Coarse stubble ground against foundation that was already slippery with heat and sweat. A moan surged through her heavy chest as he forced a kiss onto her lips. She tensed as his tongue lanced into her mouth, then remembered she was supposed to resist.
Her back arched and whiplashed helplessly under his grasping hands, and she screamed out a harsh, bright note that reverberated through his body like a harmonic. Seldom has a scream been woven from relief and joy and freedom, as this one was.
Jason broke the kiss and stood back up, because he wanted to watch her pant with lust like a bitch in heat. She was almost drooling. Her breasts rose and fell, hot wet lust driving her over the edge like a car with a brick on the pedal.
Smiling, he gripped his cock, and slapped it meatily on her forehead. WHAP! The pink bar of flesh blasted against her skin, slinging a sticky wad of pre-ejaculate just shy of her hairline. It dribbled down, like a consecration to the church of rape.
“You’re getting plowed, bitch,” Jason smacked his dick against her features, marking her with globs of pre-cum, relishing in her half-disgusted shudders. “Enjoy it. Or don’t. Like I care.”
“No…no…!” Yes shined like headlights from both her eyes.
Kyle reached down and ripped apart her blouse. Just tore it to pieces. Buttons exploded like shrapnel. Alexandria’s big meaty tits exploded free, quivering inside her 32G bra.
The four men tore away her clothes while she wailed and protested like a loud but unconvincing theater kid. “OH MY GOD YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME—” Alexandria’s cries were choked off by the hand Tony belted her with.
He slapped her in the face. “Scream some more, cunt.”
She screamed, but not loud enough. WHAP! CRACK! As his fist blurred into her—first using the front of his hand, then the back—she wailed and hollered and begged someone to save her—cartoonishly loud, a parody of a damsel in distress. Each sharp cry was punctuated by a hard explosive slap of a hand against her face.
They forcibly rolled her over onto her hands and knees, dragging her pants down to her ankles. Her chocolate skin—marked by pantylines—thrilled them. Forbidden flesh. Chocolate under the tongue. Sweat frosted harsh light on her skin split by the whiteness of a slip torn in half, the medical gray of her bra straps that they broke. Big heavy mommy jugs bounced swung inside the cups, and when the cups fell, so did the breasts.
They surrounded her, sniffing her breasts and armpits like animals. They relished in her feminine scent of bodywash, deodorant, and raw animal fear. Time to fuck. To breed. Lust ruled them utterly.
Four erections swayed like stalks—hunting for warm, pining for wet. All of them surrounding her.
Tony gripped the thickness of one balloonlike breast, and stuffed as much of her tit as possible into his mouth. He began sucking her areolae, his lips making a lewd, audible slurp. The nipple throbbed and pulsed inside his mouth. A low moan hummed through the chassis of her ribcage.
This was a lot of woman. Luckily they had a lot of cock to defile her with.
“Nobody’s coming,” Jason snarled, hefting his cock like a riot baton. She quailed as the shadow of his musky prick fell across her face. “Nobody’s going to stop me breaking you in half with this prick.”
She tried to rise. His foot lashed out, kicking her into a doggy-style position. Gasps of joy and delight exploded out of her as she was abused and mistreated.
“Yeah, you stay in that position. It suits you.”
With the other three holding her steady, Jason straddled her hips from behind. He scissor-clamped a hand onto her bucking shoulder and humped his crotch forward. With a grunt, he planted his cock at the pink sucking mouth of her pussy, and shoved himself in.
SQUELKK-SPLORRRRPUH!
A polyphonic blast of rude wet squelches resounded from her slippery, writhing guts.
Jason pumped his dick between her labia minora and majora, sinking inch after inch of white boy schlong into her yielding cunt.
Alexandria quaked as he fed his cock inside her. A visceral shudder reaped sweat from her flesh, and drew moans from the dark wet well of her throat. She gasped, mouthing yesyesyes. Lips open, eyes wide and awestruck. She seemed consumed by the penis writhing and squirming its heat down the long curve of her pussy-trench. Whimpering noises left her mouth as she was gaped by his big fat cock, split in half by its moist vastness.
PLAPP! Jason lunged deep into her with sudden force, plugging his cock as deep as it would go. She took him to the balls with a wet burst of fluid and a sharp, pleasure-heightened squeal.
“Ugh! YES! I mean…NO! NO!”
“Shut up,” Jason bucked against her sweaty flanks, digging deep with his fuck-pole, nailing her with deep thrusts. Her slippery cunt roiled and snaked over him, enclosing him like a hot gripping fist. Her flesh throbbed as he screwed a moist path through it.
While his Discord buddy slammed the sexy politician’s pussy, Tony assumed a position at the opposite side of her body. He stared down at her, and whapped his cock loudly against her terror-pursed lips. “I’m cumming down your throat, slutwhore. Make me shoot quick and this ends sooner.”
“She’s had harder challenges,” Isaiah smirked, jacking himself off.
Tony rolled his eyes. “How many times a day I gotta threaten your life, Uncle Tom?”
There was no need for Alexandria to put her hair up like a porn star before the facebang. It was already there, like she’d been ready for this moment for years.
SHLURRRPPP!
Tony moaned as he sank his sweaty crotch into Alexandria’s face, piledriving his fat erection down her throat. Her pillowlike lips were pushed apart by his penis as it plunged like a train through her mouth, across her tongue, and then down her neck. Brutal, mean strokes began pumping into her face, with Tony growling as he wrecked her mouth with his savage organ.
SPLUKK! SPLUTTER! GAWWK! GLUBB! Saliva bubbled down her chin, smearing on the balls being repeatedly plastered against it.s
“Bitch gives head like a guillotine…” he snarled as he rowed his hips into her pretty face. “God dayuuummmmm…”
From across the bridge-span of her body, Jason took long, deep strokes into her hot Latina twat. Fat cellulite-marbled buttcheeks went boomboomboom as he slammed her cunt, pounding his hips against her ass. Alexandria’s thick meaty body oscillated in lewd counterpoint to his thrusts. He fucked, she shook. He pulled back, she settled. Curtains of jiggling flesh rolled up her body as each driving thrust sent impact force through her, ripples that terminated with her big hanging tits, which swung beneath her arched back like pendulums. Jason and Tony seemed to be throwing her body back and forth, hurling her between their relentlessly fucking crotches.
Alexandria had an orgasm. Eyes spun in her face, going crazy-crazy. Her spine shook, and a fusillade of wet squelches and saliva bubbled from her mouth, navigating past the thick vein-choked cockflesh packing her throat.
SLURP! SCHLUCK! Jason had to grip her ass harder as she squirted messily. Strands of pussy juice sprayed out, swinging beneath her hips before plastering themselves over the carpet.
“UMMMF!” Could have been a moan of pleasure, could have been a scream of rage, could have been the cure for cancer. Her words didn’t matter. The dick in her mouth quenched them.
Jason lunged into her, sinking his hips low and deep against her splayed cunt, jamming his erection inside her heavy booty.
Shuddering through her orgasm, Alexandria piloted her hips in a low, needy arc, granting him access to the deepest reaches of her snatch. Her back flexed as she wriggled her ass, dragging the cock inside it like a weathervane, each swing of her hips slurping him deeper…and deeper…
He bottomed out in her fluttering snatch. His cockhead pulsed. As the urge to cum accelerated, Jason snapped and whipped his hips into her with hard and decisive strokes, pounding her slackening cunt, his ballsack slapping and whipping as he pummeled her into drooling meat.
SPLOOSH! SPLATT! His crotch exploded against Alexandria’s big Latina booty, her asscheeks flying apart and then collapsing back together. She was made of vibrations; of flesh-ripples.
CLAP! WHAP! SMACK!
“The backshots, yo,” Tony said, watching her round cheeks ripple like a physics simulator. He fed his cock into the sweltering furnace of her mouth, trying not to get bitten as she snarled into his crotch like a hellcat. “Oh man, I’m about to bust already…”
“Good to know,” Jason pummeled and stabbed her cunt, causing her sleek flesh to contract in rhythmic spasms. Her Bartholin’s gland secreted fluid, lubricating his powerful pussy-plowing thrusts.
He slapped her ass—BAM!—watching it wobble beneath his hand. Her cuntal sheath flexed, a tube of aroused meat, writhing delightedly around his wet and dripping prick. His balls drew up tight. An orgasm was rising. He was about to blow a load inside this dummy-thicc MILF slut’s unprotected womb.
Tony ejaculated. He gripped a handful of her hair, and plugged her facefirst onto his cock. His ballsack drew up and began dumping sperm-surges into the politician’s pretty but bitchy lips.
SPLURG! SPLORG! SPLIRG!
Alexandria’s throat bobbed desperately as it swallowed his blasts of cum. She climaxed again as his load gathered in a pool inside her stomach. She was clearly aroused to white-hot heat by this simulated rape. It was bringing her off again and again.
With a sticky squelch, she tore her face off Tony’s cock. A final rope of jizz blurted out, slashing her face in half with white. She squealed lustily beneath Jason’s sledgehammering thrusts, her spine twisting in pleasure. “HARDER! I MEAN, STOOOPPPP!”
Jason thumbed her puckering asshole as mind-numbing spasms of pleasure screamed like wind through her body. She was alive with it. Her cuntal sleeve flexed and gripped his shaft as it cored her out, pounding her guts with brutal meaty hammering sounds. Cumming! Jason tilted his head back, letting his mouth fall open as his release streamed out.
He felt it. A wet wrenching spasm of pleasure spewed out volcanically, leaping from his prostate through his reproductive tract. He roared, vision shuddering out to white, cock jerking and pulsing, balls collapsing as they vented his thick pungent seed. As his sweaty palms gripped her ass shelf for support, his knees buckled, plunging him forward onto her body as he plugged his fat throbbing cock to the root in her slippery drooling box.
Squik. Squik. Squik. He felt his cock surge, blasting ribbons of spunk inside her.
“Oh you bastAAAAAAHHHHHDD” Alexandria cawed, drool and sperm spilling from the slack-fucked void of her mouth. She arched her luscious back as she was seeded like a broodmare. “DON”T! IT’S MY…UH…DANGEROUS TIME! I MIGHT GET….UH….”
Kyle’s hands sank onto her thick dumptruck booty, fastening her hips to his sperm-pumping cock. He came and came, letting his ejaculations gurgle to silence inside her body.
He pulled out, having planted a liberal—harr harr—wad of baby batter inside the hated politician. She writhed in high-strung sexual ecstasy. The big-assed Latina shivered. Jason’s load spewed out of her in a river of splattering slop.
“Pregnant…” she whispered, and a drop of cum spilled from her lips to the floor.
They dragged her into an adjoining bathroom, where the “rape” continued.
She moaned and babbled as they pulled her by her arms—head thrashing, mind reeling. Her olive-colored boobs bounced as she curved her back like a guitar, almost plastering her luscious titmeat against the white tiles. They left glistening smears of sweat on the floor as she was pulled toward the toilet stalls.
Jason and Tony gripped her shoulders, lifted her up, and flung her facefirst into the bowl. Her head made a splash as it landed at the bottom. Her hair had been torn loose from its scrunchie during Tony’s facefuck, and settled in a wild spray on the waterline.
“Have fun,” Jason said as he and Tony stepped back, allowing Isaiah and Kyle to descend on her like ravenous wolves. Hurling abuse; spitting on her; hands choking, cocks hunting and seeking.
She raised her hips, presenting her big wagon-sized bottom for them.
Kyle settled into position behind her upraised ass. His cock engorged into a thick spongy mass that indented her thick cheeks. Bracing himself upon the saddle of her bucking hips, he sandwiched himself deep between her sweat-glistening asscheeks, and found her cunt.
“Fucking biiiitttchh!!!”
SQUIICKKK-BLACCHHHH!
He shoved his fat erection into her pussy.
SHUNT-SPLOOCH!
She arched her back with a lewd moan, body twisting as the dick went in.
A keening wail emerged from the toilet bowl as he fucked her. A sound born of lust and need and wind. Alexandria moaned like a slut as she was gaped by the eighteen-year-old Young Republican, who drowned his raging erection in hot #DCSquad politician twat. He stabbed it back and forth, churning her moist cunt.
“OHHHH!” Alexandria squealed as he humped her, slams that pounded her head against the toilet’s porcelain. The SMACKs of his crotch hitting her ass were firecracker-deafening. Her asscheeks surged convulsively. They were already red from the ordeal they’d suffered at Jason’s hands, and were becoming still redder.
Kyle rolled his hips forward, then pulled back. His cock slid partially out of moist cunt, which yielded it with a sticky sucking sound. Then he began pounding—fucking her brutally, savagely, wantonly. Her flesh wobbled ludicrously as it absorbed the shock of his relentless attack.
“Gonna…CUUUUUUMMM!” Alexandria’s back arched. Her white-hot pussy collapsed around Kyle’s cock.
Isaiah gripped her head and cruelly pushed it beneath the waterline of the toilet bowl. Tony and Jason laughed as he watched her white-toothed mouth flare underwater, screaming at the bottom of a commode, bubbles spraying out as she orgasmed underwater.
“BUHHHHBBBUUHHH!”
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Alexandria’s brown skin glistened with sweat as rampant fuck pleasure whirlwinded through her. Kyle’s cunt-impaling truncheon whammed into her for behind, spraying musky cunt juice over the floor in a splattery mist.
They watched her big breasts clap and smack inside the bowl porcelain. She yanked her head out of the water to breathe—throaty, lust-broken moans warbled from her throat as well. She tossed her head, keening like a needy bitch, as the alt-right brute tore her pussy apart from behind.
“Fucking tighten up that twat of yours, whore,” Kyle snarled, wrapping a hand around her flashing black hair as he pummeled her cunt. His balls audibly clapped against her pubis as he bottomed out in her slick, grasping depths. SPLURT! SPLORCH!
He worked his hips down, pumping his slick cock inside her fuck-tunnel. Her walls clenched desperately, trying to keep him out, a task they obligingly failed at. He used his palms to sculpt handfuls of her delicious assflesh like dough as he dumped thrust after thrust into her slurping pussy. Fucking his cock deeper, deeper, deeper. Two heavy, muscle-reinforced spheres of soft wobbling meat bounced on each side of his dick as he approached orgasm.
“Holy fuck, boys!” Kyle tunnel-visioned on the big Latina ass being plowed beneath his hips. The searing hot pussy that was swallowing his brain, his will, his awareness, then his sperrm.
He jerked forward, crying out. Her slippery pussy walls roiled over his shaft, dragging a huge wad of spunk up from his balls. He spewed it out explosively.
He shunted his cock inside her spewing, slavering snatch as he ejaculated his load, gasping with each release. His legs unhinged, plunging him forward onto her back. He flooded the buxom left-wing politician’s cunt with his white seed until a mix of squirt and cum was running down her orgasm-quivering thighs.
He pulled out with a wet pop and a satisfied grunt. Isaiah took his place.
He tugged his prick ominously. A long, thick, vein-wreathed obelisk of obsidian-dark fuckmeat jutted and swung from his hips. Nine inches long and thicker than her wrist, it looked like it ate cunts instead of fucking them.
Sneering, he slipped his massive cock inside her cunt.
Her body seemed to collapse in shock as he poured himself into her, filling her with a huge slippery ribbon of black flesh. A huge blind jolt exploded through her extremities. Isaiah was by far the biggest of the four boys, and she mewled as his nine inch python split her.
An outrageous wet slurp echoed off the bathroom tiles as he rutted her twat—gritting his teeth, flexing his quadriceps, gaping her like the Holland Tunnel.
Then his hips paused mid-stroke.
“Nah…” Isaiah smirked, cupping a quivering breast. It puckered in gooseflesh. “She wants freaky shit. I can tell.”
Then he pulled out. His black erection swayed, curving as it slid from her cunt.
…When it returned, he aimed it at a very wrong hole, one inch away from the right one.
He slapped his heavy cock against her ass. Her ass-cheeks clenched and relaxed as laid the tip of his pipe against her soft, yielding asshole.
“OOOHHHHH!” she gurgled stupidly, hair trailing in toilet water.
Her quivering rectum puckered in useless resistance as his glans probed at her butt. He applied pressure, seeking a way in. At first, it seemed he was too big for her ass. But then her rectum slowly dilated, expanding like a camera shutter, and he got the lubed-up head inside. The rest of his thick shaft followed—all nine inches of it.
SPLOOOORRRRRCHHH!
Alexandria writhed like a heat-struck cat as her steaming shit-tunnel was suddenly and obscenely packed with cock. She roared as Isaiah deep-dicked her ass, twisting his hips, forcing his slavering cock down and forward. His erection pulsed, throbbing inside the clinging walls of her rectal sleeve, enjoying the feeling of being balls deep inside a hot politician’s butthole. Rooting out a hot gooey ass that didn’t care who he voted for.
The 6’4 shooting guard from Howard U fucked his shaft up Alexandria’s dirty ass, making her thick-fleshed body quake and shudder.
SPLATT!
Wild sexual pleasure twisted knots in her face as her hips were flung forward. AOC threw her head back, snarling in delirious joy as he plowed deeply into her back door, hitting the bottom of her bottom, then just pumping his hips to hers with a series of wet suctioning sounds.
“OOOHHH!”
Isaiah rolled his hips, and her asshole convulsed, greedily sucking at his prick, which squelched inside her bottom a boot buried in mud. Head lolling, eyes rolling, AOC brayed out a scream. Her pussy began blasting once again, droplets glittering like diamonds as she hosed squirt across the bathroom floor.
Isaiah didn’t give a fuck about the girlcum showering his ankles. He squeezed and fondled her dangling tit-sacks as he deep-dicked her into the toilet bowl, ramming his prick down her shit-trench. It swallowed his blood engorged prick like a mouth, taking him down to the balls. Jason idly wondered if she’d had anal sex before. Taking a nine-incher had proven…fascinatingly easy for her.
“Not gonna lie,” Jason’s smirk was diabolic as he stood over her head in the toilet. “I wanna get grade school bully on her.”
“What do you mean?” Tony asked.
Jason hit the flush button. Water collapsed and vortexed around her face, sucking her hair down into the toilet bend.
WHOOOSHHH!!
“That’s what I mean.”
The representative for New York’s 14th congressional district blubbered helplessly as they swirlied her. Giggling like infants, they let the toilet tank refill and then flushed it over her face. Again and again and again.
Isaiah ignored their antics as he reamed out her shit-chute. His loud, meaty lunges caused sweat to roll down her fat tits, mixing with the toilet water. She shuddered and had another orgasm, bellowing out pleasure as cold water cascaded over her head.
The 6’4 black kid snaked his hips forward, putting pelvis-crushing force into his strokes. They crushed and hammered at her asshole, producing loud dripping smacks, his smile widening to a wall of white teeth as he watched her just get pounded into a blur of sweaty meat.
WHOOOSHH! WHOOOOSHH! The tank refilled, and emptied. Refilled, and emptied. Delirious and cockdrunk, her head just slumped forward into the toilet, oblivious to the flushes blasting her. Hands tight on his hips, Isaiah’s face became a roadmap of quivering veins. His strokes lost rhythm. He wildly flung his crotch into her—SMACK! SLAM!
“OOOOHHH YOU FUCKING BIIIITCH! GONNA CUUUUM!!!”
Isaiah fucked and fucked and fucked like a machine until he roared and pulled his cock out. It leaped and thrashed, his balls hosing out splooge in white torrents.
AOC gurgled inside a puddle of toilet water as eight or nine ropes of cum shot through the air, bombing across her back, splattering thick white strands across the dimples and hollows of her flesh that slowly collected in puddles. Isaiah could have written his name, if he’d wanted. She mumbled something—it could have even been thank you—but the words were muffled by water and cock-drunkenness.
Isaiah finished spraying his baby batter over her back, then slapped his prick across her bubbly butt-cheeks. WHAP! Alexandria offered no reaction to any of this. Her head lolled down into the bowl. She seemed barely conscious.
“Beats forty acres and a mule any day,” Isaiah smacked his huge cocksnake onto her ass, where it softened until it slid clear off her fleshy body.
They decided to leave her where she was. Maybe someone else would find her like this and take advantage of her. Why not? Redistribution of wealth was kinda her whole deal.
Laughing, they returned to the cubicles to retrieve their pants.
“What now?” Tony asked, peeling off a long strand of black hair that had plastered itself to his thigh.
Jason heard sirens cut through walls. Dozens of little ice-drills working at the edges of his hearing. You don’t belong. You don’t belong.
He felt unease. Why hadn’t anyone turned those off?
“Let’s bounce. In one day, we crushed the woke DEI libcucks, and made Trump President, and also got to fuck AOC. That’s good enough for me. Wanna weeb out at my place? My Goblin Slayer subs will be done burning by now.”
We crushed the woke DEI libcucks, and made Trump President.
Jason Barrett was wrong, which wouldn’t have been a world-first. Trump did not become President. Instead, Jason and a slew of his friends found themselves under arrest in the coming days and weeks. The DC police were not slow in trawling through footage, and soon the knocks on doors began.
Many of the Jan 6th rioters went down hard with massive prison sentences. But Jason, Kyle, Tony, and Isaiah received punishments that were oddly, suspiciously light.
Their court-appointed lawyer was stunned as the DA read out the sentences.
“Two hours of community service? I don’t get it. They’ve got you four on camera, drilling out locks. You should all be going down for five to ten, minimum. In all my years of legal practice, I have never seen such flagrantly guilty defendants get off this lightly.”
He glanced at their faces.
“You give someone important a blowjob in there, or what?”
“I didnt think that I was just going to be killed,” Ocasio-Cortez said. “I thought other things were going to happen to me as well.” (…) “White supremacy and patriarchy are very linked in a lot of ways. There’s a lot of sexualizing of that violence.”
—Ocasio-Cortez, to CNN’s Dana Bash
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