Queen's Beach: June Dahlia's Mass Appeal (Patreon)

Some more Pizza Thot/AC Gats fanworks after a long time (ones that weren't commissions). If you didn't remember, I did a shitload of them for fun and for hire from Gats themselves. I see the occasional comment that people miss them so I do like to revisit it. I know Pizza Thot is the big seller of the cast, but I know Gats like a lot of his side characters so I felt like touching on somebody outside of the restaurant. 

I had some real fun setting up the mayor. She's been around for a while but really wanted to touch back on one of the biggest ladies in town. Some people even forget her, but she's got a few art pieces like https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/acgats/queen-s-beach-dahlia-s-present. I just liked her campaigning move, a mix of seduction while littering in actual political stuff and ineffective city policies. I sort of assumed that Dahlia got into office by appealing to peoples' thirst after a more conservative mayor, which at least let the place become more OPENLY horny.

June Dahlia was a beloved mayor of Queen’s Beach, and she had earned that reputation. She knew what the people wanted and took care of them better than any other candidate. The city was incredibly clean, healthy, and safe while its people were left free to satisfy themselves with anything that didn’t hurt anybody (unless that person liked being hurt). It had turned out that being the city with a huge population of sexworkers and just plain sexually free-spirited people drew in a lot of visitors looking for a good time.

Of course, she hadn’t always been in charge. Years ago, she had enough support to decide to step up and run for office. She saw enough problems in the city she loved and had studied enough about politics to feel like she had the solutions. She had started with a grass roots approach that used her two greatest assets: her social skills and caring, approachable nature.

She knocked on the door to the first house. A tall young man with short, spiked blonde hair answered, just wearing a pair of shorts. He blinked some sleep out of his eyes despite her starting her visits at 11 in the afternoon. Not as many QB citizens were morning people.

“Good morning! I’m June Dahlia, and I’m going to be running for mayor of Queen’s Beach.”

The hugely curvy milf held out a hand for a shake. June was among the bustiest women in the entire city, her brown orbs almost the size of beanbag chairs and hips that were even wider. She had thick, curly black hair that was just touching her shoulders with a few paler spots of freckles on her cheeks and bosom. She wore thick, purple-pink makeup around her eyes and lips, shown off in a constantly calm, half-lidded smile. Despite her campaigning, she was dressed in a tight, low-cut shirt with “I <3 QB” printed across its stretched-out chest, and a pair of shorts that hugged her juicy thighs. Even just reaching for the handshake required her arm to push past her breast, squashing them tighter together. The man stared for a moment before he returned the gesture, shaking hers back.

“Hey. Good to meet you, but I’m not much of a voter.”

“I absolutely understand. I didn’t think much about it when I was younger but I wish I’d known how much it affected me. I just wanted to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.

“Oh. Sure…” the befuddled man conceded. At least it meant being able to stare at her chest a little longer.

“Thank you so much. My friends and I have been hitting the streets trying to find what the people want out of a leader.”

“Yea, but… aren’t you a little underdressed? I thought politicians wore suits and stuff.”

“Around the office? Sure. But sweetie, it’s 90 degrees in the shade out today. There’s looking sharp and then there’s passing out from heat stroke. I’m the kind of lady who dresses to get shit done.”

The man snickered at that, sharing a smile with her.

“Now may I have a name? First or last, whatever you like. I know some like to go by a nickname around here.”

“That’s alright. I’m Dave.”

“A handsome name for a handsome boy. Thank you kindly. And I think you said you didn’t vote in the last election, so that covers that.”

It was a small thing, but Dave subconsciously noticed how keenly she’d listened already.

“And were you aware of the heavy taxes and restrictions put on any small businesses in the city, particularly those involved in adult entertainment?”

“Uh… no?”

“Oh, I’m sorry to break the bad news! But there are records of our current mayor making deals with big-name companies to let them minimize competition, and they cater to other politicians who don’t even live in the city, compared to less vocal citizens who appreciate these kinds of services.”

Dave frowned as he took all that in. It certainly sounded bad.

“So… are you saying you’d change all that?”

Dahlia interlocked her fingers, hugging her clipboard to her chest. They ballooned up, stress-testing the material of her shirt so that the “I heart QB” expanded along with them like a subliminal advertisement.

“Absolutely! I believe in hard work. I’m a mother and a voter, and hopefully a politician, but I still believe sex work is work. I think legalizing and monetizing what is going on in the embarrassed shadows of the city will make them safer and healthier while benefiting the city itself. It can be turned into funding to help with medical support and repairs and all manner of local projects.”

Dahlia took a step closer, letting her arm lower her clipboard. Her breasts mashed into his bare chest, and Dave could feel her thick, hard nipples poking through her bra against his skin.

“I suppose you could say I’m very sex positive,” she purred, curling her pink lips into a seductive smile.

“And if that’s what it takes to get into office, I’m willing to prove it.”

Dave swallowed hard, looking down the deep, dark cleavage of her unbelievably huge tits. He took a step back into his modest house and gestured inside.

“Hey, uh… did you wanna come in?”

“I’d love to. Anything to beat this heat, hmm?”

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Dahlia had always been a sensual woman. It wasn’t long before she’d helped herself to a glass of water and gotten on her knees, her giant rack resting in Dave’s lap. She had shed her top,down to just her lacey pink bra from the waist up. The front of it bumped against Dave’s erection, like an affectionate kitten.

“Thank you so much for the hospitality,” Dahlia cooed as she unbuttoned his pants.

His cock sprang out, already at attention from the busty woman kneeling in front of him. Dahlia chuckled as she lightly grasped it, guiding it beneath her tits. She slid it past the underside of her bra, tucking it between her big brown boobs through the bottom of her cleavage.

“Mmf… thank you for stopping by,” Dave groaned as he sat back on his couch.

“I’m always willing to help out anyone I can. I think the people of Queen’s Beach are always willing to lend a hand.”

Dahlia cupped Dave’s balls to emphasize her remark. It made him thrust upward, rubbing his dick between the warm orbs of flesh. The flirty candidate smiled warmly, gliding his balls across her palm.

“Speaking of, would you mind unhooking my bra, sweetie? It’s a hell of a time reaching all the way back there sometimes.”

Dave didn’t need much prodding to reach behind Dahlia and fiddle with her bra strap. As soon as he undid the last clasp, he could feel the dense weight of her breasts pushing down on his shaft. Feeling them wobble to a stop around his hardon made him moan and lean lightly on her shoulders. Dahlia chuckled softly, slipping off her loose brassiere and leaving her milk chocolate tits to fully settle on the younger man’s lap. Her light freckles speckled the top of her round bosom, but even without the bra her breasts were high and heavy. The wide, darker brown nipples were firmly soft as they rubbed over Dave’s thighs.

She wrapped her pink-tipped fingers around his member, adjusting it gently between her bosom before leaning down to plant a full-lipped kiss on the tip. She lingered and pressed firmly enough to leave a rippled, purple-pink ring of her lipstick on his cockhead.

“You know the things I always found the most important to any campaign platform? It’s good people…”

She cupped one of her tits, hefting it up as an example. Dahlia scooped up her other breast to match.

“And the means to support them. Then it’s alllll about bringing those two together.”

Dahlia purred out her point as she brought her breasts together, sandwiching Dave’s cock between them. She started moving her breasts by hand, pumping the thick, bouncy tits up and down. Dave groaned deeply, grabbing at her massive melons. They went on pumping his shaft, their steady bouncing seeming unstoppable. She was like a sexual force of nature let loose on him, and he had neither the will or the strength to stop her once her breasts started jiggling. Her breast clapped meatily together as they fully swallowed up his member between them. He couldn’t see it but he could feel every shift and squeeze of her rack around his sensitive rod.

“I just think that some of the changes we could make to this city is so… exciting. Don’t you?” Dahlia intoned suggestively.

She slowed her titfucking, smiling as the younger man humped her harder to compensate. She leaned her palms on his legs, moving a bit higher so she could lean over his lap. The politician let her breasts hang low and they were still a deep enough pit of warm flesh for him to keep plowing her wobbling tits. She kissed him fully on the mouth, her plump lips parting just enough to invite his tongue inside. He shoved his tongue into her mouth where it was quickly caught by hers, writhing and rubbing around it as she swung her tits back and forth to keep gently stroking him off between meaty slaps.

With a sharp, needy grunt, Dave thrust up and came between her rack. He could barely be seen buried deep in the huge mounds, but his cum started oozing out from her cleavage. Dahlia hummed softly, cupping and moving her breasts to massage his warm, sticky jizz between her jugs. The creamy seed made her already impressive tits glisten and stood out against her dark bosom. His dick throbbed in the depths of her mound, twitching and poking at the softness as his cock started calming down.

“So glad I could leave a good impression. It can be so hard to reach young voters,” Dahlia chimed gently.

The busty brunette slid back and plucked some tissues from Dave’s coffee table, tidying up her tits before producing a pack of moist towelette from her purse. She seemed to have plenty tucked away, obviously prepared for this exact scenario. She gathered her clipboard and produced a simple business card.

“I’d love to discuss this further, but I do have a lot of locals to visit today. You can call my campaign organizers if you need any more information, or just feel like a bit of sweet talk.”

She slid her shirt back over her head, tugging it back over her belly as she leaned over. Her huge hips bulged out from behind her as she kissed Dave on the head.

“See you on election day,” she chimed as she stepped out the door.

Dave was dumbstruck by the brief and impactful encounter. He took a look at the card, which had some contact information and a website on it. The slogan was printed boldly across the bottom.

“June Dahlia for mayor! A big job for a big woman!”

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June made her way across town, knowing several of her friends and contacts were doing the same. She approached another house on her list as one that wasn’t favoring either political party, just to see a woman pulling into the driveway. The candidate stopped on the walkway to the door and waited politely for her to approach. She was a slightly muscular woman with dark red hair in a ponytail and freckles lining her nose, cheeks and shoulders. She was dressed in sporting attire, clearly back from the gym or somewhere similar.

“Hi. Can I help you?” the redhead asked carefully.

“Hopefully we can help each other. I’m June Dahlia, and I’m running for mayor. Would you be Yolanda Stokes?”

The redhead shook her head.

“Oh, I’m not. I’m Victoria Stokes. I think you’re looking for my wife.”

Dahlia ran her eyes up and down the toned woman.

“Well I’d be more than happy to talk to both of you, actually. If I haven’t caught you at a bad time, of course…”

“Nah, we should be free for a little while,” Victoria assured her, waving Dahlia towards the house.

“Perfect time, really. My husband should be back from dropping the kids off at school too.”

June’s eyes lit up at that. She knew she had a foothold right away.

“Oh! You’re a polygamous family! That’s beautiful,” she praised them.

“Then I’m sure you know that under the current mayor’s legislature, multiple partners are not able to be recognized under one’s workplace insurance…”

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Dahlia barely had to sell the throuple on the idea at all. She gave them a broad pitch on her campaign’s general ideas of recognizing groups and families that were considered less traditional, figuring their involvement would better the town and rally them for more support. They were a largely untapped source of voters, so Dahlia would sweep them up out from under the more prudish candidates’ noses. Besides, this was the exact kind of people she wanted backing her. Even if their policies had nothing to do with them, the math was simple: winning over the polygamists meant even more votes. It also meant her campaigning got a lot more fun.

Happy to celebrate their mutual benefits, Dahlia soon found herself in the throuple’s bedroom. She was naked on her knees with them surrounding her; Yolanda had turned out to be a short, chubby Spanish woman with short, straight and smooth brown hair. Luke was their mutual husband, a slight man with long black hair and feminine features, complete with tanlines that seemed to match the pattern of a bikini over his soft chest and curvy hips.

Their interests in Dahlia’s policies matched their interest in her figure as they went about exploring each other’s bodies. Victoria stood over the politician, her fingers deep in Dahlia’s wavy hair to pull her face into her crotch. The curvy candidate’s thick lips smacked as her tongue stroked up and around the inside of her pussy, deeply making out with the redhead’s slit.

Yolanda squeezed in between the other women, her hand and mouth feeling up Dahlia’s breasts. The round, tan-skinned woman had her lips latched around one of Dahlia’s nipples, slurping hungrily not unlike Dahlia herself was on her wife’s pussy. Her small hand groped firmly at the other breast, alternating between the two. The fellow milf’s full breasts responded to all the attention by starting to lactate, and Yolanda made the most of the chance to nurse from someone rather than the other way around. She moaned and ran her hand around Dahlia’s crotch, rubbing her dark thighs and pussy while brushing against her own swelling clit.

Dahlia squatted between the women, her thighs spread out to push her thick ass out behind her. It presented it as an irresistible treat for Luke to stick himself between her cheeks. For such a skinny man, he certainly thickened up where it counted as he stuffed his femboy manhood up her ass. Dahlia barely had to move for him to start humping her like a rabbit. She had taken bigger than him, and his thrusts made her big booty bounce and ripple with every passionate push. His hard dicking made her cheeks wobble, part and come clapping back together with a soft popping sound that massaged the outside of his member. Luke squeezed her ass from either side, tightening it even more as she lightly flexed her bowels to hug his cock.

“Mmm… this is just what I appreciate about this city,” Dahlia moaned as she sucked some of the juices from Victoria’s lipstick-smudged pussy.

“More love and passion than people know what to do with. You love to see it… ahhhn~!”

She rolled out her tongue and gave a long, deep lick inside the redhead’s slit. She curled it into a flexible series of flicks, batting at her clit like the rapid prodding of a curious kitten. Victoria arched her back and gasped, pulling Dahlia’s hair harder to draw her in deeper. The silver-tongued politician orally assaulted her clit, sucking it hard with her pouty lips as they locked around her pussy. Her tongue wrapped around the tender center of attention until she grunted and trembled. The muscular redhead squirted heavily over Dahlia’s face, and the sight of her facefucking the thick stranger clearly excited Luke behind her.

The femboy husband humped faster, accelerating the accompanying slaps of his hips against her backside. Her wide mountain of a butt rippled like water as he impacted harder still, making Dahlia moan loudly through her mouthful of pussy. She parted her lips from Victoria’s lower lips with a husky chuckle, leaving more makeup-marking kisses over her voter’s strong thighs and abs. The sensual worship got a series of delicate gasps and panting from Luke until the brunette boy buried himself balls deep into her. His cockhead swelled and erupted deep up her ass, shooting his fullest load into her. Her thick ass was nowhere near full, taking the hot, creamy jizz deep inside her. Her asshole clamped around him, capturing his cum and feeling it soak into every crevice of her bowels. She pushed her hips back, grinding her ass back and forth on his lap to make sure she’d milked out every drop from his balls.

With her already leaning forward, Dahlia turned her attention to the plumper of the wives. She met Yolanda’s gaze with a seductive look and kissed her fully on the lips. Her mouth tasted of her wife’s pussy, with the flavor of Dahlia’s saliva being the unique touch to the familiar taste. Yolanda pressed herself harder against the candidate, squashing her chubby belly against Dahlia’s own soft figure. Their curves squished together as the brunette shyly buried her face between Dahlia’s breasts. She blushed heavily as she groped at her breasts, toying with Dahlia’s thick nipples and humping against her thigh. June did her one better, cupping Yolanda’s chubby ass and drawing her in so that their pussies aligned with each other. She only had to grind a few times to make their clitorises meet, and a few strokes of that made the submissive brunette mewl and squirt all over her groin. Their sticky pussies drew apart as the throuple crumbled in fatigue onto the bed.

“Well I’m convinced,” Victoria sighed as she fell to her knees, sharing the afterglow with her partners.

“You sure you don’t need some attention yourself, Miss Dahlia?” Luke offered, smiling and blushing at the curvy woman.

Dahlia seemed quite calm and collected, if unable to stop smiling after her quickie of a lusty foursome.

“Oh believe me, I’m just happy to be a part of this. This sex, this community, this one big family… I’m told I’m a very generous woman.”

June laid back against their pillows, raising one thick leg. It parted her thighs to show her gently blossoming pussy, running her painted nails over it while firmly fingering her clit.

“And there’s nothing sexier to me than seeing other people satisfied. It tell me I’m sexy, I’m capable, and I know what people want… and that… MMM!”

With a particularly husky grunt, she thrust her hips and squirted a quick, messy orgasm. Her clear juices gushed just enough out of her flexing pussy to spatter droplets over the legs of the nearby throuple. Even orgasming, the woman seemed confident and in control of herself, like she could do the same thing countless times and exactly when she wanted to.

“That… is the most satisfying part of all.”

She crawled over to the family and gave them each a firm kiss.

“Remember: a vote for Dahlia’s a vote for a family woman,” she reminded them, giving Luke a last pat on the cheek before she started to reclaim her clothes.

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Once she was back on the streets and a few orgasmic voters under her belt, she picked up her cellphone. She checked the text chain to see how everyone was doing. Her book club alone had done some incredible numbers already. Esha had stopped by a few of the S&M clubs and fetish places that had to disguise themselves as restaurants, and Ruth had managed to host an orgy with an entire apartment building. They’d easily secured a few hundred votes and it was barely into the afternoon. Things were really starting to look promising for her campaign already.

It was just like her husband had always said: Queen’s Beach was horny for change.