My Right to Vote

Yesterday’s midterm election was my first time that I was able to vote.  Actually, because Mom is an election judge and Grandpa is a precinct committeeman, between the two of them, they got me on as a pollwatcher at the precinct.  Most of the people working there were old men and old women (one woman was so old, she could hardly write) and I was the youngest one there, wearing my barely there red, white and blue patriotic skimpy outfit, which consisted of a red sheer blouse with my bright lacy bra, my tight white cutoff shorts (which barely covered my asscheeks) and my glossy bright sparkly blue knee high high-heeled boots.  The women that came through stared at me aghast, while the men certainly seemed to enjoy the view .  Hot man after hot man came past me and I began fantasizing about this one in particular.  We were in a corner of the room, he was stripping me, his mouth all over me where his hands had been until I was naked against the cold painted cement wall, except with my boots still on.  I tried to take his clothes off, but he forced me against the wall, wrapping my legs around him while he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, pulling his extremely hard cock out, and pounding my sopping, dripping wet tight pussy hard and fast and deep, giving me one of the most mindblowing, FUCKING orgasms that I think that I’ve ever had and then he proceeded to blow his HOT creamy load of seed inside of me!  Then some old hag started shaking my shoulder, telling me to get with it and get back to work.  I felt like telling the old coot to go FUCK herself but ……OH, WELL!