jjonah
01-04-2022, 04:10 PM
I actually dreamed this a few nights ago. I wrote it pretty much as I dreamed it. I chose to post it under humor because it gave me a good giggle--Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Welcome to Congress
Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene had barely settled into her new Congressional office. She was testing out her comfy chair, shoes off with her bare feet digging into the plush carpet when there was a knock on her door.
"Come."
The door opened and a young female aide stuck her head in. "Congresswoman, Representative Omar to see you--?"
MTG was shocked, to say the least. Ilhan Omar? Infamous member of The Squad--those Socialist whores? What the hell was that terrorist bitch doing here? After a moment of awkward silence with the girl staring at her, she jumped up and pushed her feet back into her size 12 pumps, smoothed her plaid skirt and brushed back her long blonde hair.
"Show her in," she instructed loftily, striking a pose at the corner of her desk.
The thin brown woman entered, dressed all in black, from her terrorist head scarf to her tiny flat black shoes. A black mask covered her face as she thanked the aide, then shut and locked the door.
"What can I do for you, Mizz O-mar?" MTG asked with barely hidden contempt.
"I just came by to welcome you to DC," Omar answered in her foriegn accent, gliding forward with an offered handshake.
MTG looked down at the brown hand with a sneer. She held her hands up in supplication. "Sorry--Covid," she snorted with a contemptuous grin. "Yore bunch's rules, not mine."
"Oh, I am fully vaccinated," Omar replied mildly. "As are you, I am sure--?"
"That's nunna yore bid-ness," MTG stated loftily. "My body, my choice."
"Oh? I did not realize you were pro-choice," Omar cocked one pencil-thin eyebrow.
MTG felt her face flush. She sputtered, searching for a retort as the bitch reached up to remove her mask.
"At any rate," Omar continued, smiling as she tucked her mask neatly into a pocket, "I am not afraid of a little touch. Are you?"
As she spoke, she reached out a long, bony finger and touched MTG's bare chest just above the top button of her blouse. MTG backed away--It felt like the cold touch of death itself.
"W-what are you doing here?" she asked, continuing to edge backwards as the smiling apparition in black slowly advanced toward her.
"I like to greet every new woman that comes to Congress."
MTG bumped into her chair and fell into the seat, staring wide-eyed into the fanatical black eyes of what she was becoming increasingly alarmed was an actual demon as it slowly came closer and closer.
"I-I can have security in here in a flat second, you know!" MTG blurted.
"Why, Representative Greene, why ever would you need security?" Omar put her hands on the armrests of MTG's chair and leaned in uncomfortably close. She smelled like cinnamon and hellfire. "I am simply here to offer my support to a female colleague. We are terribly outnumbered by the men here, you know. We ladies have to stick together, after all."
"I ain't on yore side--yore a commie terrorist! When the real President gets reinstated, he'll send you back to where you come from!"
The demon smiled. Her teeth looked sharp and too large for her mouth, and very, very white. "Perhaps," she purred. "In the meantime, let's get to know each other a little better, shall we?"
She knelt, her cold hands clutching MTG's legs behind the knees. With shocking strength, she yanked MTGs bottom forward in her chair, spreading her thighs. She pushed MTG's thick plaid skirt up around her waist and ran her fingers over MTG's white polyester panties, sending shivers up her spine.
"W-w-what are you gonna do?" MTG stammered.
Representative Omar smiled wickedly. "I am going to rip those horrendous panties off of you. I am going to taste your yoni. I am going to make you cum with my mouth such as you have never before cum in your life."
"Yore a dyke! A fucking lesbian dyke!" MTG accused.
"Is there another kind of dyke?" Omar answered mildly. "Let us see what we are working with here--"
A grab, a twist, and a yank to the sound of ripping fabric and the granny panties were a rag on the carpet. Omar's eyes studied the open crotch.
"Mm, that is a substantial amount of labia--full and plump and pink. Big clitoris, also--I am anxious to see it fully erect." She looked up at MTG with an approving look. "A big yoni is a sign of a passionate woman. However, I also see that you are a deceitful woman--that blonde hair on your head does not come naturally, eh?"
"W-what?" MTG frowned, blushing profusely as she looked down at her bare-shaven pussy wide-open and on view. "It is so! You cain't tell that--!"
"Ah, 'tis true--you have removed the evidence from the front," Omar lilted, giving the skin of the bare mons a little pat, "but your bunghole is darker and more hairy than the nethers of an Arabian camel trader. You should never neglect the backside, dearie." She emphasized the point with a little tickle of the hair-fringed asshole, causing MTG to let out an offended huff and squirm to escape.
"Be still!" Omar commanded, her demonic tone freezing MTG to the marrow of her bones. After a moment of fiercely holding her paralyzed prey hostage with her blazing black eyes, Omar continued more mildly. "Now is the most important part. I will know your soul with the first taste--"
She slowly lowered her mouth, eyes never leaving those of her captive.
When the tongue came out, MTG swore it was forked like a snake's, and unnaturally long. She somehow expected it to be icy cold, but it burned with the fires of hell as it parted her quivering lips and slithered into her hole. She whimpered as it tickled her deep inside, seeming to twine around and through her sacred, womanly parts. A flash of heat shot throughout her body, making her tingle and sweat, and gasp for air.
Then suddenly it was gone, leaving her with a yearning, empty feeling that was perhaps more unsettling than the violation itself. She stared in horror as the demon smacked its lips, eyes closed in contemplative satisfaction. Then they opened again, chilling her anew as the thing purred with a knowing smile coming over its face.
"Yore the devil!" MTG whispered.
Omar seemed to ignore the remark. "You are extremely ambitious, but, of limited intelligence, shall we say?" she stated mildly. "Not unusual in these halls. However, yours is tainted with a wide streak of 'crazy-ass bitch' I think your people would put it." She chuckled softly.
"At least I ain't no baby-eatin' communist terrorist bee-yitch!" MTG retorted spitefully.
Omar smiled that mild smile again. "I have tasted the yoni of every woman in Congress, including that of Mother Nancy herself," she said the name reverently. "Yours is one of the most..." she paused to look down upon the open pussy contemplatively, then took a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top, taint to hood, before looking up with a grin, "...interesting. Certainly, I have never come across a woman more in need of a proper, mind-altering orgasm."
MTG shuddered to her core. The demonic bitch was igniting a flame deep within her, an evil heat that created a perverse, depraved need--a prickling, yearning sensation that was only going to be satiated one way--
As if reading her thoughts, Omar turned her attention back to the cunt at hand. That's what it was at this point, not a sacred yoni or a life-creating miracle of nature, but a drooling, pulsing organ of lust, needy and unconstrained by questions of morality or societal taboos. A cunt that craved satisfaction, wanton and lewdly amoral.
An animalistic moan issued from her throat as MTG watched that practically prehensile tongue go to work on her burning pussy, flicking and slithering and lapping at the lust-swollen lips, bringing her oversized clit to enormously swollen erection, drilling into her hot and horny hole like a hungry snake seeking its prey sheltering in the deepest reaches.
"You goddam bitch--!" she gasped. "You evil dyke cunt lickin' whore--!" She met the burning black eyes as Omar looked up even while her tongue fucked itself in and out of her quivering pussy. "Don't you fuckin' stop! Oh God, please don't fuckin' stop!" The smug look in the woman's gaze did nothing to temper MTG's out-of-control lust--if anything, the humiliation merely fanned the flames even higher. "Eat that fuckin' pussy! Oh God--suck my clit! Eat me--EAT MEEE!"
Just then there was a discreet knock at the door, and a muffled voice of concern from without. "Congresswoman?"
"FUCK OFF!" MTG screeched, completely out of control, so close now she could taste it.
Omar's demonic tongue was seemingly everywhere at once--flicking over the throbbingly erect clit, slipping wetly over the sensitive swollen labia, poking teasingly into the tender opening of the urethra--all while also plumbing the depths of the spasming cunt, writhing and wriggling within and without, hitting every burning erogenous point at once.
When the desperately needed climax finally hit, it was indeed mind-blowing--earth-shattering--an entire body-and-soul orgasm such as she had never before experienced in her entire life. She lost her breath, she lost her senses, she lost her entire being as her body convulsed with sheer, unadulterated, blissful waves of pleasure so intense as to drive her briefly into an unconscious realm of dreamlike suspension.
When she came back to reality sometime later, her body felt unnaturally heavy and her brain sluggishly responsive. She was slumped in her chair with her feet on the floor, naked from the waist down. Representative Omar was standing before her, calmly putting her black mask back over her face. She turned her black eyes back on Marjorie, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Congresswoman," she said calmly with a slight nod. "I look forward to your vote on upcoming women's issues--we have to stick together, after-all."
MTG found herself nodding, unable to think clearly enough to even utter a response, let alone a rebuttal. She watched the lithe black form glide to the door, unlock and exit with one final glance from the burning, demonic eyes. She was unable to move, not yet fully recovered from the intensity of the climax, even as the face of the young aide peeked in, went immediately beet-red and wide-eyed at what she saw, then quickly retreated and closed the door.
MTG closed her eyes with a lethargic sigh, thinking what a shame it was that the girl would have to go after only one day on the job.
Welcome to Congress
Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene had barely settled into her new Congressional office. She was testing out her comfy chair, shoes off with her bare feet digging into the plush carpet when there was a knock on her door.
"Come."
The door opened and a young female aide stuck her head in. "Congresswoman, Representative Omar to see you--?"
MTG was shocked, to say the least. Ilhan Omar? Infamous member of The Squad--those Socialist whores? What the hell was that terrorist bitch doing here? After a moment of awkward silence with the girl staring at her, she jumped up and pushed her feet back into her size 12 pumps, smoothed her plaid skirt and brushed back her long blonde hair.
"Show her in," she instructed loftily, striking a pose at the corner of her desk.
The thin brown woman entered, dressed all in black, from her terrorist head scarf to her tiny flat black shoes. A black mask covered her face as she thanked the aide, then shut and locked the door.
"What can I do for you, Mizz O-mar?" MTG asked with barely hidden contempt.
"I just came by to welcome you to DC," Omar answered in her foriegn accent, gliding forward with an offered handshake.
MTG looked down at the brown hand with a sneer. She held her hands up in supplication. "Sorry--Covid," she snorted with a contemptuous grin. "Yore bunch's rules, not mine."
"Oh, I am fully vaccinated," Omar replied mildly. "As are you, I am sure--?"
"That's nunna yore bid-ness," MTG stated loftily. "My body, my choice."
"Oh? I did not realize you were pro-choice," Omar cocked one pencil-thin eyebrow.
MTG felt her face flush. She sputtered, searching for a retort as the bitch reached up to remove her mask.
"At any rate," Omar continued, smiling as she tucked her mask neatly into a pocket, "I am not afraid of a little touch. Are you?"
As she spoke, she reached out a long, bony finger and touched MTG's bare chest just above the top button of her blouse. MTG backed away--It felt like the cold touch of death itself.
"W-what are you doing here?" she asked, continuing to edge backwards as the smiling apparition in black slowly advanced toward her.
"I like to greet every new woman that comes to Congress."
MTG bumped into her chair and fell into the seat, staring wide-eyed into the fanatical black eyes of what she was becoming increasingly alarmed was an actual demon as it slowly came closer and closer.
"I-I can have security in here in a flat second, you know!" MTG blurted.
"Why, Representative Greene, why ever would you need security?" Omar put her hands on the armrests of MTG's chair and leaned in uncomfortably close. She smelled like cinnamon and hellfire. "I am simply here to offer my support to a female colleague. We are terribly outnumbered by the men here, you know. We ladies have to stick together, after all."
"I ain't on yore side--yore a commie terrorist! When the real President gets reinstated, he'll send you back to where you come from!"
The demon smiled. Her teeth looked sharp and too large for her mouth, and very, very white. "Perhaps," she purred. "In the meantime, let's get to know each other a little better, shall we?"
She knelt, her cold hands clutching MTG's legs behind the knees. With shocking strength, she yanked MTGs bottom forward in her chair, spreading her thighs. She pushed MTG's thick plaid skirt up around her waist and ran her fingers over MTG's white polyester panties, sending shivers up her spine.
"W-w-what are you gonna do?" MTG stammered.
Representative Omar smiled wickedly. "I am going to rip those horrendous panties off of you. I am going to taste your yoni. I am going to make you cum with my mouth such as you have never before cum in your life."
"Yore a dyke! A fucking lesbian dyke!" MTG accused.
"Is there another kind of dyke?" Omar answered mildly. "Let us see what we are working with here--"
A grab, a twist, and a yank to the sound of ripping fabric and the granny panties were a rag on the carpet. Omar's eyes studied the open crotch.
"Mm, that is a substantial amount of labia--full and plump and pink. Big clitoris, also--I am anxious to see it fully erect." She looked up at MTG with an approving look. "A big yoni is a sign of a passionate woman. However, I also see that you are a deceitful woman--that blonde hair on your head does not come naturally, eh?"
"W-what?" MTG frowned, blushing profusely as she looked down at her bare-shaven pussy wide-open and on view. "It is so! You cain't tell that--!"
"Ah, 'tis true--you have removed the evidence from the front," Omar lilted, giving the skin of the bare mons a little pat, "but your bunghole is darker and more hairy than the nethers of an Arabian camel trader. You should never neglect the backside, dearie." She emphasized the point with a little tickle of the hair-fringed asshole, causing MTG to let out an offended huff and squirm to escape.
"Be still!" Omar commanded, her demonic tone freezing MTG to the marrow of her bones. After a moment of fiercely holding her paralyzed prey hostage with her blazing black eyes, Omar continued more mildly. "Now is the most important part. I will know your soul with the first taste--"
She slowly lowered her mouth, eyes never leaving those of her captive.
When the tongue came out, MTG swore it was forked like a snake's, and unnaturally long. She somehow expected it to be icy cold, but it burned with the fires of hell as it parted her quivering lips and slithered into her hole. She whimpered as it tickled her deep inside, seeming to twine around and through her sacred, womanly parts. A flash of heat shot throughout her body, making her tingle and sweat, and gasp for air.
Then suddenly it was gone, leaving her with a yearning, empty feeling that was perhaps more unsettling than the violation itself. She stared in horror as the demon smacked its lips, eyes closed in contemplative satisfaction. Then they opened again, chilling her anew as the thing purred with a knowing smile coming over its face.
"Yore the devil!" MTG whispered.
Omar seemed to ignore the remark. "You are extremely ambitious, but, of limited intelligence, shall we say?" she stated mildly. "Not unusual in these halls. However, yours is tainted with a wide streak of 'crazy-ass bitch' I think your people would put it." She chuckled softly.
"At least I ain't no baby-eatin' communist terrorist bee-yitch!" MTG retorted spitefully.
Omar smiled that mild smile again. "I have tasted the yoni of every woman in Congress, including that of Mother Nancy herself," she said the name reverently. "Yours is one of the most..." she paused to look down upon the open pussy contemplatively, then took a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top, taint to hood, before looking up with a grin, "...interesting. Certainly, I have never come across a woman more in need of a proper, mind-altering orgasm."
MTG shuddered to her core. The demonic bitch was igniting a flame deep within her, an evil heat that created a perverse, depraved need--a prickling, yearning sensation that was only going to be satiated one way--
As if reading her thoughts, Omar turned her attention back to the cunt at hand. That's what it was at this point, not a sacred yoni or a life-creating miracle of nature, but a drooling, pulsing organ of lust, needy and unconstrained by questions of morality or societal taboos. A cunt that craved satisfaction, wanton and lewdly amoral.
An animalistic moan issued from her throat as MTG watched that practically prehensile tongue go to work on her burning pussy, flicking and slithering and lapping at the lust-swollen lips, bringing her oversized clit to enormously swollen erection, drilling into her hot and horny hole like a hungry snake seeking its prey sheltering in the deepest reaches.
"You goddam bitch--!" she gasped. "You evil dyke cunt lickin' whore--!" She met the burning black eyes as Omar looked up even while her tongue fucked itself in and out of her quivering pussy. "Don't you fuckin' stop! Oh God, please don't fuckin' stop!" The smug look in the woman's gaze did nothing to temper MTG's out-of-control lust--if anything, the humiliation merely fanned the flames even higher. "Eat that fuckin' pussy! Oh God--suck my clit! Eat me--EAT MEEE!"
Just then there was a discreet knock at the door, and a muffled voice of concern from without. "Congresswoman?"
"FUCK OFF!" MTG screeched, completely out of control, so close now she could taste it.
Omar's demonic tongue was seemingly everywhere at once--flicking over the throbbingly erect clit, slipping wetly over the sensitive swollen labia, poking teasingly into the tender opening of the urethra--all while also plumbing the depths of the spasming cunt, writhing and wriggling within and without, hitting every burning erogenous point at once.
When the desperately needed climax finally hit, it was indeed mind-blowing--earth-shattering--an entire body-and-soul orgasm such as she had never before experienced in her entire life. She lost her breath, she lost her senses, she lost her entire being as her body convulsed with sheer, unadulterated, blissful waves of pleasure so intense as to drive her briefly into an unconscious realm of dreamlike suspension.
When she came back to reality sometime later, her body felt unnaturally heavy and her brain sluggishly responsive. She was slumped in her chair with her feet on the floor, naked from the waist down. Representative Omar was standing before her, calmly putting her black mask back over her face. She turned her black eyes back on Marjorie, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Congresswoman," she said calmly with a slight nod. "I look forward to your vote on upcoming women's issues--we have to stick together, after-all."
MTG found herself nodding, unable to think clearly enough to even utter a response, let alone a rebuttal. She watched the lithe black form glide to the door, unlock and exit with one final glance from the burning, demonic eyes. She was unable to move, not yet fully recovered from the intensity of the climax, even as the face of the young aide peeked in, went immediately beet-red and wide-eyed at what she saw, then quickly retreated and closed the door.
MTG closed her eyes with a lethargic sigh, thinking what a shame it was that the girl would have to go after only one day on the job.