This story is complete fantasy and has no relationship to any actual person or event. It could go well into the Mature, Group Sex, and Loving Wives categories too; I was torn which one was best but settled on Reluctance -- Non-Consent. I trust that the category doesn't make a difference to you readers.
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I don't really care much for politics. I'm neither a Democrat nor a Republican. I'm not liberal or conservative. I'm just -- well somewhere between Independent and "I don't give a shit." Therefore some might consider it very strange -- I know that my parents did -- that in early July, 2011, I took a sabbatical from college to work on Republican Colorado Senator June Jepson's presidential campaign. The reason -- I was fascinated by her.
I guess I need to tell you a little about myself. I may be a little taller and more muscular than the average, but certainly nothing special. I might be slightly better looking than normal, but if so not by much. I was clever enough to get into a low level college, but even there I am in the bottom third of my class. In general I'm essentially an average guy except for two things. For some reason -- it probably is a medical condition that I'll eventually die early from -- I don't soften between ejaculations (whether achieved by my hand or a pussy) and I can usually ejaculate four times in an hour; and my cock is significantly thicker and longer than what I have been told is the average for American males.
The above describes my mostly average physical and mental attributes. I'm not at all normal in my sexual tastes, however. Though twenty one I much prefer older women. I never have fucked a woman my age or younger; about the closest I came was with a woman about five years older than I was. I am lucky that there are lots of horny 30-60 year old women in Iowa, where I'm from, so that I've been pretty well sexually satisfied since I was eighteen.
As ridiculous as it sounds I had convinced myself that if I got close to June Jepson that she would want to fuck me despite the fact that she was married, had two kids, always publically espoused "family values," and was nationally famous. At the time of my fascination she was about 50 years old, had striking auburn hair (I don't know whether she dyed it or not), a beautiful face, and enormous knockers (there was debate about whether they were natural or enhanced). She would be my best looking and sexiest conquest ever, or so I thought!
While I did get to meet June while working on her presidential campaign in Iowa, and was excited when she touched me several times, much to my disappointment she didn't show any interest in wanting to jump my bones. Despite the fact that she wore slightly too much makeup, however, in person I found her more desirable than what I had seen of her in the media.
I was working happily along smitten by June but in control enough that I didn't make a fool of myself when I accompanied her to the Iowa State Fair in August of 2011. When there she bought a foot long corn dog and inserted it between her full rosy lips. I got an instant hard-on and creamed in my pants without any physical stimulation, the first and only time that has happened to me. Fortunately one of my co-workers got a photograph of it. I had my co-worker email the photo to me for my personal use but made sure that it didn't get into the national media since her detractors might laugh at it.
After the corn-dog episode I went from being smitten by June to obsessed with her. Fortunately there were several older women working on her campaign that were receptive to a young guy's advances so I was able to fantasize that I was fucking June while pounding their pussies. None were particularly good looking, however, so I really needed to exercise my imagination to do that, but at least it was better than jacking off to June's corn dog photo.
Unfortunately June dropped out of the race early so I didn't get to hang with her for long, and since neither I nor many of her other campaign workers in Iowa got paid I needed to get a real job for at least a semester before returning to college.
I ended up with a job in the North Dakota oil boom area along with one of my buddies from the campaign, a guy named Justin. Even though the work was hard and we were isolated from normal society most of the time there were two things about it that made it bearable and actually caused me to stay on until Christmas of 2012.
The first thing that made it bearable was that we made a shitload of money, enough to easily pay for the rest of my college when I chose to return, a new car, and many other things, in addition to a significant amount in savings.
The second thing was that there was a friendly married woman about twenty years older than I was who lived in the same trailer park that Justin and I did and whose husband worked exactly opposite hours that I did. She had a homely face but -- at least in my mind -- her body was much like June's, including very big tits, and she was almost sexually insatiable. I probably averaged fucking her twice a day the entire time I was in North Dakota after I met her, typically four times every other day. She especially enjoyed having her hands restrained as I fucked her doggy while massaging her natural big tits and fantasizing that it was June.
Justin left the North Dakota oil fields about the same time that I did and we got an apartment together. I enjoyed Justin's company and he became a good friend but there was one personality trait that he had that could be irritating. If someone wronged him he was fixated on getting revenge. Normally his revenge was something minor or only in his own mind, like posting something about them on an Internet site. Sometimes it was more, including totally one guy's car. Fortunately not too many people wronged him.
While still often thinking about June, especially whenever a story came out about her in the press, and while her corn dog photo was my screensaver, I had forgotten about essentially not getting paid for working on her campaign in Iowa. Justin hadn't forgotten.
In early 2013 a story came out in the national press about June's failure to pay her Iowa staffers. The story really ginned Justin up. A follow-up story came out that she was going to make a trip to Iowa to meet with staffers to apologize to them and to see if there was a way she could help them. Justin got frantic.
"Let's kidnap her when she comes and hold her for a few days to teach her a lesson," he told me in all seriousness.
"We can't do that," I said, "We could get into big trouble -- kidnapping is a major crime you know."
"We wouldn't demand ransom or anything, just hold her for a few days then let her go; we could do it."
"God, Justin, you're crazy," I replied.
"Come on, don't be a pussy, Dale. Plus I know how fascinated you are by her and maybe if she got close to you for a few days she'd want to fuck you; or at least 'corn dog' your cock" Justin said, clearly not giving up.
I thought about the corn dog photo; "If there is any chance to substitute my cock for the corn dog this would be it," flashed through my pea brain. "OK, as long as we can do it right so that we have only the slightest chance of getting caught," I said, not even believing that I had thought that, let alone agreed to it.
June was making her trip to talk to staffers in Des Moines. My grandfather had a vacant small house in a rural area near Lake Okoboji, about two hundred miles away. That would be a perfect place to hold her and was far enough away that if we did it right no one would think to look there.
I talked to my grandfather and told him I wanted to use the vacant house for a few weeks; he was happy to let me. He called to have the power turned on to the house.
