Vote Slut

Well, if you are unhappy the way the voting went this year you can blame me. It's all my fault, every bit of it. In spite of the fact that I studied every candidate and issue up for vote this year and ignoring the inflammatory TV ads, I researched the people in great detail. I had written all the pertinent details in a notepad and carried the notepad with me as I headed out for the polls.

Voting in Texas has become fairly easy, with their early voting system. In the weeks leading up to an election, voters can visit some of the early polling places and vote, with virtually no lines. Since I had already worked out who and what I planned to vote for, I got up early on the first day of early voting, hoping to avoid any lines. Actually it was so early on a Saturday morning that there was no traffic, so I got there in record time and smile broadly when I noticed only three cars in the parking lot. Allowing for a couple of people working the sign in and voting machines, there may have been may one other voter there.

I hopped out of my car and checked my shirt pocket confirming I had my voter registration card and my notepad with all my voting information on it. Stepping into the building, I waited while the lady took my voter registration card, did a bit of clicking in her computer and the printed out a small piece of paper. She handed me the paper and explained, "This is your code number for any of the machines on this side of the room," she pointed back to the room behind her and then motioned to the right. "Just enter your number and click the button when you are done and the ballot will come up. If you need any help, please let us know."

"Thank you," I said, strolling casually toward the back room. Both of the bored workers picked up paperback books and began to read. I stepped in to the back room and noticed a very young lady at one of the machines. Easing past her, I moved over to another machine and spun the dial, copying the code from my piece of paper. When I finished, I glanced to my right and started... the young lady was standing beside me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she said, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder. At that point I couldn't help but glance down at her ample cleavage, thinking, "They sure grow them healthier these days."

"It's okay, I'm just trying to vote here," I replied, trying to fight off the lecherous thoughts running through my mind.

"Well, that's the thing, my dad is running for one of the offices and... well, I'll let you eat my pussy if you vote for him."

I just stared at her, trying to fully understand what she said to me... surely she did not just say, "...I'll let you eat my pussy if you vote for him." She had to have said something else.

"I mean it, you vote for my dad and I'll let you eat my pussy," she said as one hand reached down and pulled her skirt up a bit on her thigh.

"I... ah, no, I don't think so, I mean you are way too young."

"I'm eighteen, hell I just finished voting for my dad."

"No way you're eighteen and I don't want to get arrested," I replied nervously.

"Look, if I show you my voter's registration card will you believe me?"

"Show me the voter registration card and a photo ID and I might believe you."

Reaching a hand into a pocket on her blouse, she pulled out the voter registration and handed to me. I read it over while she walked over to another booth and grabbed her purse. She carried her purse over and set it in the booth adjacent to mine, pulling out her driver's license and showing it to me.

"You turned eighteen last Thursday, you are eighteen and..."

"Eighteen and two days," she replied.

"And I'm old enough to be your father."

"You actually look older," she said.

"Well thanks... just who is your father anyway?"

"Is it a deal? He's running for county constable."

I quickly pulled out my notepad and looked down the list, asking, "Is he George..."

"Trenton," she finished the name for me.

Well hell, he was the one I planned to vote for anyway, so I looked into her soft hazel eyes and said, "Okay, it's a deal."

Without hesitation, she hopped up on the voting machine, opening her legs wide and hiking her skirt up on her hips. She reached down and spun the dial until the race her father was in was highlighted. I reached down and clicked on her father's name.

"There you go," she said, leaning back and pushing her hips forward some.

Bending over, I moved my face between her legs, taking a deep breath. Thinking to myself, "This may not be virgin territory, but it is still pristine," I savored her delicate scent. Moving closer, I gently moved my tongue to her tight little slit, gently parting her lips by running it up and down a bit. I backed away a bit, looking at the way her inner lips had swollen a bit, opening her up a bit like a croissant. Hmm... wanting a taste of the sweet filling of that croissant, I moved back to her, pushing my tongue into her opening, tasting the slightly bitter taste. Moving my tongue in circles inside her, I let myself bask in her taste.

While I began fucking her with my tongue, she started moving, raising her hips and then pushing her pussy against my face. In spite of the glorious activity, I couldn't help but notice that as she moved, her ass was inadvertently turning the dial and clicking some of the selection buttons. When I moved my tongue up her slit and over her clit, she moaned and I looked up at her face.

She was glaring down on me, face flushed with excitement, with an intensity that made my cock twitch in my pants. Pumping her pussy against me, it was like she wanted to draw my head up inside her, she pushed so hard.

I quickly found myself gasping for breath, so I moved my hand up and pushed two of my fingers into her. By doing this, I could push her back off my face enough to catch a breath every now and then. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I worked my fingers inside her, eventually trying a third finger, which she greedily accepted.

Soon she moved her hand to the back of my head, and pulled, as she ground onto my face. Trying to push her back with my hand, I noticed I had pushed a fourth finger into her as she continued pumping her hips. Beginning to feel a bit dizzy, I moved my tongue, lapping her pussy faster and faster and she finally lifted her hips high up in the air and came, drenching my fingers in her wetness.

I stopped moving, letting just the pressure of her pushing against me be the only sensations she felt. With my fingers inside her, I could feel the fading pulsations from her pussy as slowly, she let herself relax and sit back down on the voting booth. I gently pulled my fingers from her, licking her juices off each one.

Looking up at her red face and mussed up hair, I realized she hadn't done anything this intense before. As I reached up to help her back down to the floor, she embraced me and then kissed me hard on the lips. When we finished kissing she whispered, "I never..."

"You never had a boy do that to you?"

"Well, they ate me, but it was never like that. I mean it felt good and all, but I never knew."

"You plan to do that for everyone who votes for your dad?"

She smiled and said, "Well, I guess it wasn't a well thought out plan. I don't think I'll try that any more, not this election at least."

"Okay, well those ladies out there are probably wondering what happened to me."

"But I wanted to do something for you."

"You sure?"

"Well, after that, I should... no, I just want to do something."

"I need to be getting back to the house and I imagine you have places to go."

"Not really, I had a friend drop me off here."

"That's not your car out there?" I asked.

"No."

"Well, tell you what, let me give you a ride home and maybe we'll run into each other again."

"Okay," she said.

"Let me just finish up voting here... oh hell."

"What?"

"Oh my, all that moving you were doing, you were voting for me. The last time you sat down must have hit the send button. I have no idea who I voted for."

We stared at each other until I shrugged my shoulders, stepped back, and pointed the way out of the back room. Fixing her skirt, she walked out into the front room and then out of the door. I waited for a few moments and then headed out myself, calling out to the two women, "Thanks for the help."

"You're welcome," they replied.

Once outside, I pointed out my car and said, "You know I looked at your drivers license but looked only at the birth date, I didn't notice your name."

"It's Cheryl."

"Well hop in Cheryl. Which way are you headed?"

She pointed and I backed up the car and headed out of the parking lot, wondering what that other car was doing in the lot and most of all, wondering just who in the hell did I vote for.