SIDESTORY - Mayor Dahlia's Undress (Patreon)

Hey! We've got another thing today - a short story featuring a new character; the Mayor of Queen's Beach herself! As you can tell, I'm getting pretty attached to the setting. I do want to try some new stuff, though... but there's also old stuff I'd love to get back to. Hard to pick! Thankfully, if you're in the Discord, you've probably already helped me choose a few things, haha.

Aside from all that, let's get to reading! 

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The mayor of Queen’s Beach was a beloved political figure. She was charming, good-looking, caring, and still surprisingly good at her job. Some of the more uptight citizens would grumble about her more revealing outfits or overly casual attitude, but June Dahlia simply carried herself with an air of confidence that won over the townsfolk with ease.

Town hall had regular walking tours, mostly escorting students or the occasional tourist through its inner workings. Alan had been through the tour back in middle school, so he wasn’t learning anything terribly new by being there. He had come along with a few other members of the campus newspaper, joining the tour in hopes of getting an exclusive interview with Mayor Dahlia herself.

They had gotten through the first few stops of the tour when Alan saw his opportunity. Their guide was busy gesturing around at points of interest, completely distracted from him for a few moments. The skinny, short-haired student glanced around before subtly nudging his friend in the back.

“I’m going for it. Cover me,” Alan said quietly.

“Cover you how?” Matt hissed back.

“Just… make up an excuse if they ask about me. And distract any guards.”

“It’s the mayor, dude. You’re not going to get shot if you just say you’re looking for the bathroom,” Matt snorted. He still did his best to stand between the guide and the aspiring journalist. With a quick glance, Alan darted as quickly and quietly as he could away from the tour group. He navigated the halls, walking briskly enough to look like he belonged there. He seemed to go unnoticed as he reached the mayor’s office.

The door was opened by a few inches, letting him see the rather grand, nicely carpeted office inside. The curvy politician was sitting at her desk, working on something at her computer. She had dark skin and hair that was kept in a tame but bushy mane just shy of her shoulders. She was smartly dressed in a button-up shirt and slacks, both of which were tight enough to show off her stunningly thick figure. Her hips were wide enough that her thighs hung off the edge of her chair, and her breasts resting on the desk were clearly the size of beach balls. Carefully applied makeup complimented her mature but lovely features, her ruby-red lips smiling softly to herself as her red-painted nails worked steadily across her keyboard.

“Come on in,” Mayor Dahlia said without looking up. Alan swallowed hard and stepped inside, squeezing his notepad and pen tightly in one hand.

“Hi… uh, hello, Mayor Dahlia. I’m Alan Smith from the Queen’s Courier. I was wondering if we could have a few words.”

June finally glanced up from her work, raising an eyebrow as she got a good look at him. Alan waited for the incredulous woman to call for security, but she broke into a wide smile.

“Oh absolutely,” she said warmly. “Come inside. Shut the door behind you, would you? I don’t want anyone to be so rude as to interrupt you.”

Alan broke into a smile. This could be his big break! He quickly did as she asked, shutting the door firmly and hurrying over to the desk. The mayor returned his smile and stood up, offering her hand across the desk. Alan shook her warm, strong palm before getting out his notepad, standing awkwardly in front of her desk.

“Thank you so much, Mayor Dahlia. I have a lot of questions, so I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, Al,” Dahlia assured him. She not only stayed standing but walked around from behind her desk to stand right in front of him. The lack of barriers was surprising, but ultimately assuring. The mayor had a way of disarming people and coming across as more of a friendly principal than an instigating official.

“Do you mind if I call you Al?” June asked sweetly.

“Uh, no. That’s fine.” Alan did his best to keep his eyes on her calm expression but her massive, wobbling tits were practically magnetic for the male gaze.

“If it helps, you can call me June,” the mayor laughed warmly, brushing a hand along his arm.

“Okay. Thanks, June,” Alan said, blushing as he pried his eyes away from her breasts. “I can see why you’re so popular around the city.”

“Oh can you, now?” June smiled bemusedly, crossing one of her arms and resting her elbow in her palm. It pushed her tremendous chest even higher until even looking her in the face still left them jiggling in the corner of Alan’s eye. Even looking around them, her calming gaze and full lips were starting to distract him from his work.

“Everyone says you’re very approachable. Your staff says you’re wonderful to work with and you keep a good sense of humor. And you’ve done a lot for local businesses and tourism in Queen’s Beach.”

“I see you’ve done your research,” June said with a smile. “I just wish my campaign rivals had been so flattering.”

“I mean, there were the rumors,” Alan said. He gave a dismissive gesture with his notebook. She clearly had to know about them… but she watched him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. “With the interns… allegations about you winning over voters with sexual favors. Supposed visits made to morally questionable establishments in Queen’s Beach.”

Dahlia watched him with the same unphased expression.

“I guess… my first question: is there any truth to those kinds of claims about your personal life?”

“And what if there was?” Dahlia took a step closer, reminding him just how intimately close she was to him. Her huge, soft breasts pressed against his firmer chest until they squashed out of shape.

“I mean… it would be scandalous,” Alan muttered. “People would want to know…”

“I suppose. But why?” June shrugged, making her breasts bounce as she broke into a wider smile. “Does it make me a poor politician?”

“N-no,” Alan muttered. “I actually wrote a piece when you came into office about how your policies were more important…”

“Oh, Al,” June chuckled, making her chest wobble against him. She brushed her hand over his crotch, feeling his pulsing hardon through his pants. “I feel exactly the same way. Care to have a seat?”

“Uh, sure!” Her caressing fingers squeezed around Alan’s cock, using it to guide him back towards her desk. Rather than the seat across from her, she brought him back to the large, padded chair she had been sitting in. She led him in front of it before gently pushing him to sit down, the cushy seat still warm from her broad body’s heat. The mayor’s hands went to Alan’s waistband, and he found his journalistic integrity feebly struggling against his raging erection.

“I think a healthy separation of one’s professional and personal life is important,” June purred as she squatted in front of him. Her wide ass spread out even further as it fit neatly under the desk. She lowered his fly and smiled knowingly as the college student’s hardon bounced out into the open air.

“I can respect that kind of thinking, and I think it should be rewarded.” With that, the mayor thrust her head forward. His cock vanished between her ruby lips with a soft moan. Alan grunted as his head slumped back against the chair, gripping the armrests as she started to bob her head in a well-practiced rhythm. Her soft lips slid seamlessly along his shaft, only flowing smoother still as her saliva started to coat his firm erection.

“And here we have the mayor’s personal office…”

Alan tensed up at the muffled voice outside. He was starting to get lost in his surprise blowjob, but the voices snapped him out of it. He tried to stand back up but June had already grabbed him by the waistband of his briefs. She batted her eyes at him, shifting to her knees to stoop even lower. She pulled Alan and her chair closer to him, running her tongue briefly over his balls before going back to sucking him off in near silence. Alan suddenly realized that with the mayor able to fit behind and beneath the desk so easily, the furniture had practically been built for hiding this kind of thing.

The tour guide opened the door, her smiling expression quickly changing as she saw Alan sitting behind the desk. She looked puzzled, glancing back at her tour group before going back to Alan. He could see Matt and his classmates trying their best to suppress their shocked expressions or snickers at the sight of their classmate sitting in the mayor’s chair. Still, they seemed unaware of what was happening beneath the desk.

“I’m… sorry, are you supposed to be here?” the guide asked curiously.

“Yea!” he said, his voice cracking as June lightly grazed her teeth along his cockhead. He held up his notepad full of questions. “I uh… I was interviewing June… er, Mayor Dahlia. She let me in, but she had to step out for a second. I uh…”

Alan’s eyes darted towards the desk. June had shut her eyes, seemingly no help at the moment as she quietly savored his cock between her lips. He swallowed hard and tried to focus.

“So I’m not sure where she could be. Maybe in the restroom?”

“Oh,” the tour guide noted quizzically before turning back to her group. “Well, we won’t interrupt. This is the room where the mayor makes all her big decisions and receives her calls. She’s usually in here, but we’re not always so lucky as to meet her in person. Let’s move along and maybe we’ll find her further into the tour.”

The guide ushered the rest of the group back out of the door. Matt flashed Alan a thumbs up behind her back and Alan returned the gesture. Matt had thought he got a lucky break in landing the interview, but he had no idea how lucky he was getting.

When the door closed with a heavy thud, Dahlia instantly broke into a loud, suckling moan. She peeled her lips back with a smacking “MWAH!” as if she had finished an extensive kissing of his cock. Alan immediately groaned and shot his load into her waiting mouth, the mayor rolling out her tongue to catch his thickly leaking seed.

“Okay!” Alan groaned as he slumped into the seat. “NOW I get why everyone likes you.”

“Must be my massive personality,” June chuckled, breasts jiggling as she emerged from underneath the desk. She stood back at her full height as she gently cradled his dick between her fingertips. Alan was too excited by the sensual politician and her lewd behavior to go soft just yet, and she smiled in approval.

“You want your answers, Al?” June offered. He nodded rapidly. “Then walk with me. There’s a good boy.”

June led Alan by his cock again, softly stroking it back to its full length as she went towards the second story window. Much like the desk, it was wide but fairly high off the floor. It left only their upper bodies visible from the ground below, so anyone passing by would fail to notice her hand on his erection. In fact, it was a busy part of the afternoon so there were plenty of people walking the streets past city hall. Even with his suspicion that their deeds were out of sight, Alan still blushed as she showed him the view of central Queen’s Beach.

“Queen’s Beach is a lovely city,” June explained as if she wasn’t tugging Alan’s cock with the best, smoothest handjob he’d ever received. “It’s quiet, peaceful, polite… but when you really get beneath its surface, really understand it… it’s horny as hell.”

She smiled as she turned to him. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But it’s always bubbling beneath the surface, and people need an outlet for that. As long as they have a safe, healthy way to let that out, Queen’s Beach can be one of the happiest places in the country. I like to keep my city like I do myself: warm, happy, welcoming… but with one heck of a night life.” She winked at her guest before turning back towards the window. “Oh, if you’ll excuse me one second! I recognize that man. He was a union leader who was such a sweetheart during my campaign…”

June opened one of the panels in her window, leaning her upper body over the windowsill. “Oh, Davey!” she called, waving towards a middle-aged man walking down the street. He looked puzzled before he recognized her face.

“Oh! Afternoon, mayor! How’s things around the office?”

“Oh, busy as usual,” she laughed. “Lots of problems people need me to solve.”

“Well you’re the woman for the job,” he chortled back. 

June kept up a casual conversation with her friend, acting completely unphased by what her hands were busy doing out of sight. She had let go of Alan’s dick, only to pull down her pants. Her businesslike slacks were quite contrary to the lacey, dark red panties she wore around her thick hips. She took Alan’s shaft and guided him around behind her, tucking his dick between her juicy thighs. She started to shift her legs, rubbing the thick, soft flesh around him. Alan couldn’t keep himself from humping between her legs, his bare hips slapping against her voluptuous ass. Apart from a playful wiggle of her hips and thighs, Dahlia carried on her conversation without so much as a stutter. It made Alan wonder if she had even made speeches or public addresses with a horny partner in waiting behind the curtains. Maybe even underneath the podium.

June finally stood back up, shutting the window as she rose. The shift in her posture squeezed her soft thighs together tighter than ever, the warm flesh rubbing firmly against Alan’s dick. He gave a sharp gasp as he creamed between her thighs, dripping messy white rivers down the curves of her bare legs.

“I’m glad to see you enjoyed the tour.” June chuckled and gestured towards the desk. “There’s some tissues next to my computer. Would you mind getting some of them for me, honey? They’re perfect for this kind of mess.”

Alan nodded and quickly grabbed the box, handing some off to her before seeing to his own cum stains. June casually cleaned up her thighs and pulled her pants back on along with him. “I imagine this interview has been a real eye-opener for you,” said June. “But I do hope you’ll be respectful about what we’ve… ‘said’ here today.”

“No. Right,” Alan nodded. “I understand. I think I can make a decent article out of some of your quotes… just maybe not the parts about everyone being horny.”

There was a knock at the door and June raised her eyebrows. “Perfect timing,” she said politely. “Can I help you?”

“Hey. Is Alan still in there?” Matt’s voice called through the door as he opened it a crack. “The tour’s wrapping up and he’s sort of my ride back to campus…”

June glanced towards Alan who laughed awkwardly.

“Oh yea. That’s Matt. He works with me on the paper. I guess I should get going,” he admitted reluctantly. He eyed the mayor’s curves, doubting he’d ever get a chance to see the gorgeous community leader like this again.

“I see. Well, would you like to let him in on our little secret?” June winked and gestured invitingly towards the door. “I do try to keep an open door policy around my office, after all.”

With the door securely locked to avoid any further interruptions, the mayor was kneeling in front of the two horny boys. She had removed her blouse and bra, the colossal tits lifted and held together by nothing but her hands. The dark, naked orbs rolled slowly up and down against each other with Matt and Alan’s erections nestled between them. With her enormous bust, it was easy enough for her to fit both of their cocks between her tits as she bounced the generous rack around them. The boys were moaning in no time, barely able to keep their eyes open as their dicks poked in and out of the depths of her cleavage.

“Nothing I enjoy so much as making my citizens happy,” June mused. She folded her arms beneath her chest, holding them up with her forearms as she kneaded both of the boys’ balls. They sighed as she felt their precum ooze out between her tits. It made her breasts start to  gently stick together while lubricating the boys’ thrusting cocks. She leaned closer until their erections poked out from her tits, rolling her tongue over one and then the other to encourage them to leak even further. She smiled at them as she parted her lips and flicked her tongue, playfully slapping their cockheads with the tip of her hungry tongue. She smiled up at them as she pulled her head back, cupping her huge tits and squeezing the front of them until her thick nipples poked their way through her fingers. Between the constant jiggling against their dicks and the sexy mayor putting herself on display like that, Matt and Alan quickly shot their loads out of the top of her cleavage. Mayor Dahlia let out a long, pleased moan as the hot fluid spread across her dark tits, which only made her chest vibrate further. That extracted a few more spurts as she rubbed it into her skin, licking a pulpy speck from her painted fingertip.

“I remember what it was like to be your age,” June purred. “So full of energy. You boys really are so sweet to help out an old gal like me.”

“No, thank YOU,” Matt sighed. He reluctantly pulled himself back from her messy tits, giving Alan a sideways glance. “So it was a good interview, huh?”

“Mind-blowing,” Alan mumbled, reeling from his third orgasm in the last hour. He leaned against the desk as June offered him her box of tissues. The boys started to clean up as a peppy ringtone went off from her desk.

“Take your time, boys,” June urged them, reaching out to give each of them a slightly sweaty handshake. “I just need to take this. It’s an old friend. But it’s been a pleasure speaking to the both of you.”

The boys cleaned themselves up before seeing themselves out. June smiled contently, always glad to sneak some excitement into her day. She had plenty of confidence about her sexuality, even at her age, but nothing was ever quite as arousing to her as nearly getting caught in some scandalous position.

“Ruthie! How are you?” June greeted enthusiastically. She used her free hand to clean off her breasts while she listened. She nodded thoughtfully as her friend went on. “You don’t say. Well, I’d love to get in on it! Purely off the record, of course.” she chuckled. “So when can we start filming?”

By the time June hung up, she was wondering if she’d have to wear an eyemask or something… though with a rack like hers, people could probably recognize her by more than just her face. She’d have to ask her advisor if appearing in a porno with a few of her friends would hurt her approval rating…