Butt Don't Forget to Vote!

Butt Don't Forget to Vote!

The candidate wasn't expected to take the podium until eight o'clock, but by seven the hotel ballroom was standing-room only. I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with hundreds of enthusiastic strangers while a live band played.

"Great turn-out, huh?" said a girl standing beside me, shouting over the din.

Realizing she had aimed this comment at me, I turned and nodded. "Hope the fire marshal doesn't get wind of this crowd," I quipped.

She was a slender woman of modest stature, perhaps 25 years old, with dark eyes and short hair dyed to match her turquoise eyeglass frames. Her blue jeans were worn and faded, and her T-shirt bore a popular political slogan. I don't know if she would have caught my eye in other circumstances, despite the crazy hair color.

I caught her studying me as I was studying her, which surprised me a bit. I wasn't used to being checked out by someone fifteen years my junior.

She did have nice eyes. They were bright and searching as they locked on mine. Something in her look sent a throb through my groin.

"Did you see the debate last week?" she asked.

I nodded, and we talked about that for a while, then about other aspects of the campaign. She introduced herself as Annie, and I discovered she was a good conversationalist. Like me, Annie was a volunteer for the campaign back in her home town. I admired her passion as she spoke about her views of the world and the changes she hoped to see after the election. I started to see that she was rather attractive, more so than I'd initially thought. When she smiled, her face lit up in a way I found beguiling.

At one point the crowd jostled us, and I felt Annie's perky breasts brush against my arm. I couldn't help glancing at her chest. No bra, that was obvious. Her nipples were pointy and stiff beneath her thin T-shirt. She caught my look and didn't seem offended at all.

Glancing down at herself, she said, "Hmm. Pretty cold in here." We both laughed.

A few minutes later, Annie was slightly in front of me when she turned to applaud the musicians on stage, and that's when I noticed her perky ass. I'm a connoisseur of that particular part of the female anatomy, and Annie's butt was gorgeous. She wore her jeans low enough to provide an occasional glimpse of her blue thong panties and a butterfly tattoo.

My first impressions had been turned upside down: Annie was hot! Fortunately, it was pretty obvious that the attraction was mutual. She was in full flirting mode with me.

The sexual tension between us was well advanced when, an hour later, the candidate we'd all been waiting for finally walked onto the stage. The crowd cheered heartily and then fell silent as the speech began. Annie positioned herself just in front of me and leaned back a little, making sure I felt her ass against my groin. I rested my hands lightly on her hips and made sure she could feel my hard-on. She rubbed her rear-end against me in response, and my mind reeled, trying to get a grip on the situation.

When the speech was over, Annie cheered loudly. Her youthful enthusiasm was intoxicating. Turning to me, she said, "The bar looked pretty cool. Should we get a drink?"

"Sure."

I followed her out of the ballroom and across the opulent lobby to the bar. When I ordered a vodka tonic, Annie shot me a surprised look. "My favorite! I'll have the same," she told the bartender.

It was that kind of night. Sparks continued to fly as our conversation became more intimate. A couple of hours passed in the wink of an eye. Annie, who had booked a room at the hotel, ordered a second round of drinks. When I protested, citing my long drive home, she smiled coyly. "You can't leave now, Jack! The night is young."

Technically, it wasn't — not to me, anyway — but I tapped my glass to hers. "I've never had so much in common with anyone as I do with you. Is it possible for two people to agree on everything?"

"I don't know," she said, her smile full of mirth. "Let's test this. Um... baseball or football?"

"Baseball," I said.

"Yes! Amazing. Favorite music?"

"Eighties rock. You?"

"Hip-hop, probably. There, a disagreement!"

We both laughed.

Annie sipped her cocktail and plunged on. "Okay. Favorite sexual position?"

My pulse quickened. I was suddenly at a loss for words.

She grinned. "Come on, Jack. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

"You first?"

"Fine." She smiled wider. "I like them all."

"I like them all, too. Be specific."

She ran a finger around the rim of her glass and weighed her words carefully. "It's not the position that matters," she said. "It's where you put it."

I shifted in my seat, trying to make my erection less uncomfortable as I thought about what she meant. Annie laughed and poured the last of her drink down her creamy throat. Setting the empty glass on the bar, she leaned in close and whispered, "Come up to my room and I'll be more specific."

"Check please," I called out hoarsely to the bartender.

Her room was on the ninth floor. As the door clicked shut behind us, I pulled her to me. Annie's hunger was as fierce as my own. Just breaking away to flip on the light took a supreme effort of will. Her tongue explored my mouth aggressively while her hands made quick work of my belt buckle and zipper. She paused to pull her T-shirt off, revealing her moderate, perfectly shaped breasts and a dusting of freckles between them. I reached out to caress those adorable mounds, enjoying their firmness. The small pink nipples stood stiffly at attention, and I tweaked them between my fingers, making Annie gasp with pleasure. She mashed her lips to mine while pressing her body against me.

"You were saying in the bar...?" I prompted her.

She giggled and pulled me toward the bed. "First things first."

Dropping onto the mattress, she kicked off her shoes and held her feet up so I could tug her jeans off. Clad in nothing but her thong underwear and a promiscuous smile, she crawled to me and pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. My fully-erect cock swayed out and she grabbed hold of it. Without a moment's delay she took my helmet-shaped glans into her mouth, followed by most of the shaft. I stood beside the bed and leaned gently into her, feeling my tool slide along her tongue. She moaned deep in her throat, a moan that registered as exquisite vibrations along the length of my penis. Using her free hand she manipulated my balls with a sensual, almost reverential touch. Her mouth felt like a soft, pliant cave around my cock as she bobbed back and forth. She was going to coax the semen right out of my balls if I let her go on much longer.

Annie sensed the level of my arousal and let me go in time. My prick swung free, greased with her saliva. Turning around on her hands and knees, she waggled her luscious fanny at me. Her eyes burned with need as she looked back over her shoulder and declared, "The truth is, the only thing that gets me going more than politics is a big, hard dick in my ass."

"Then we're both in luck," I said, whipping off my shirt and busting a few buttons in the process. Kneeling behind her on the bed, I grabbed the thin strip of fabric that ran between her ass cheeks and pulled it aside. As I did so, my fingers brushed against her dripping pussy. I couldn't resist the urge to bend down and snake my tongue into her soft, velvety folds. Annie's cunt tasted heavenly, and I kept licking her for another minute or two, making her shudder. Still, I knew she was desperate for anal play, so I straightened up at last and returned to Plan A.

Using my fingers, I spread her copious pussy juices up into the groove of her butt, lubricating her anus. Her thong started to slip back between those lovely orbs; Annie reached for the garment with annoyance. "Rip it off," she commanded me, so I jerked the thin fabric hard between my fists and it came away with a satisfying snap. Dropping the bits of cloth on the floor, I aimed my dick at the enticing bulls-eye between her buttocks.

"You never told me your favorite position," Annie said breathlessly as I pushed against her sphincter.

"This one," I said, equally breathless as I watched the head of my cock disappear through her back door. "Anything anal." I gasped and exclaimed, "God, that feels good!"

Annie quivered, her asshole acclimating, and then pushed back at me. I squeezed her smooth ass cheeks in both my hands and watched her dilated orifice swallow the rest of my dick. She was amazingly tight yet pliant back there, and I wanted to push in to the hilt without delay, but I managed to restrain myself so that Annie could set the pace. She continued to push backward, sighing with gratification as her narrow channel yielded to the passage of my cock. When her ass finally pressed up against my groin, she pulled her knees forward a little more, which forced the last half-inch of my shaft into her bottom. Thus skewered, she began to rock back and forth, fucking me, her panting sounds of intense pleasure filling the room. Most of my penis stayed hidden in her ass, where the sensitive knob bored into her deepest recesses.

I moved with Annie, timing my thrusts to meet her sweet body each time she rocked back at me. The feeling was incredible and soon we were both moaning like animals in heat. Incensed with passion, she rammed against me with total abandon. Feeding off her enthusiasm, I pumped away at her ass without restraint.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Annie grunted, and her voice became a cry of joy as she exclaimed, "I'm coming!" She dropped her face and shoulders to the mattress; her hands twisted the sheets and her youthful frame quaked with the force of her climax. A moment later I felt a kick at the root of my cock as the semen rose swiftly from my balls. Holding onto her shoulders, I pumped deeply and thoroughly into her behind one last time and then cut loose, glazing her back channel with come. That sent Annie into a series of orgasmic aftershocks that were almost as powerful as her initial climax. She was an amazingly passionate girl.

At last she dropped flat to the bed, and I rolled onto the mattress beside her. Within minutes we were both asleep.

I slept like a rock for about six hours, and when I awoke, the room was filled with morning light. Annie had just opened the drapes. She stood at the window looking out, her hair wildly mussed. She had nothing on but my shirt, which barely concealed her essentials.

"Good morning," I said.

She turned, smiled, and came to me for a kiss. "How about breakfast?" she asked, picking up the phone beside the bed. I nodded and she called room service. About 20 minutes later there was a knock at the door, and Annie went to answer it. Watching the movement of her perky ass, my mind was filled with the memory of our anal fuck fest the night before. Just thinking about it stirred my cock to life.

Annie came back with a tray laden with food. I sat up and she sprawled on her stomach beside me, the shirt riding up over her haunches. The food was good but I found myself distracted by Annie's exposed butt. I rested one hand at the top of her thigh where it met her cheek. Her skin was ultra-soft and creamy. She munched on a breakfast sausage and giggled as I slid my hand over the swells of her flesh. When I reached between her thighs to touch her sex she moaned a little, lifting her hips to give me better access. I massaged her vulva carefully, barely touching her clit, which was enough to make her tremble. Somehow we both kept eating, but by the time our stomachs were satisfied, our sexual appetites were fully aroused.

"Let's get rid of this," I said, moving the empty tray from the bed to the night table. When I turned back to Annie she was removing my shirt and grinning wickedly. I watched her roll onto her side, nude, and felt a surging pulse in my groin. Annie lifted one knee high, giving me a good look at her vulva in the bright light of morning. Her trimmed triangle of pubic hair was thick and black, tapering into a carefully manicured point just above her smooth-shaven labia.

Feeling my breath quicken, I stretched out next to Annie in a side-by-side 69 and pressed my face into her pretty pussy. She was already reaching for my erection. A moment later I felt her lips close over my shaft and her tongue swirl around the head. She sucked at my rod with such diligence that I had a hard time concentrating on her cunt. It felt like she was taking my whole length into her throat. I darted my tongue into her folds and lapped at her clit, driving her to distraction. She cried out and jerked her hips at me, but to her credit, she kept my cock firmly between her lips. Her hot button seemed to swell even larger as I flicked it back and forth, and before long, I had Annie right on the edge of coming.

"Let me feel you inside me," she exclaimed suddenly, letting go of my rigid shaft. She lay on her back and opened her legs wide, an eager supplicant for my cock. Her face was flushed and her sex glistened.

I leaned above her on my hands and felt my dick nudge the cleft of her pussy. Her ass was the ultimate goal for both of us, but we both wanted to draw out the anticipation. Gently splitting her labia with my dick, I slide inside her. The walls of her cunt rippled against my shaft, coaxing me in. Annie's eyelids drooped and she sighed dreamily as I pushed fully inside her. "That feels wonderful," she moaned.

I smiled and leaned low to kiss her. She dug her fingers into my ass and squeezed my flesh in time with my thrusts. I nipped at her lovely neck and fucked her faster, making her gasp. She let go of my butt, wetted her index finger in her mouth, and reached down to stimulate her favorite hole. Flashing a naughty grin, she brought her other hand to mouth, wetted a finger, and reached for my ass. The touch of her eager digit on my anus made me cry out; I almost shot my wad right then. She continued to stimulate my tiny hole, and hers, as best she could while I powered my cock in and out of her pussy.

"Okay, Jack," she breathed, "I need you in my ass now. Stuff my butt with your fat prick!"

I pulled out of her pussy and Annie drew her knees to her chest, opening the groove of her ass. I couldn't help licking my lips like a kid in a candy store. She watched from between her knees as I prepared to push into her rosebud opening. My cock, thoroughly lubed with her natural honey, prodded her hole and then slid inside. Annie let out a long, wolfish moan, and I felt her channel begin to relax.

When I was half-way in, I paused to savor the way her dilating sphincter clutched at my penis. Annie moved her hips a little, urging me onward, so I leaned forward again and watched as the rest of my tumescence slipped into her anal passage. Once I was completely wedged in there, I waited a beat and then started powering in and out, gradually increasing force until I reached the level she craved. She tossed her head on the pillow and lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. When I locked my arms straight and really let go, the flexible girl hooked her ankles over my shoulders, which drove me even deeper inside her.

Our yelps and cries must have woken up anybody in the adjoining rooms who might have been trying to sleep in!

Suddenly, Annie's body tightened from head to toe and she surged against me, crying into my ear, "I'm coming! Come with me, Jack. I want to see your cream on my skin!" She succumbed then to a rolling, vibrant climax, during which her back hole repeatedly clenched and released my organ in rapid-fire pulses. That was all it took. A swell of incredible sensation blasted through me as I plowed into Annie's beautiful ass a final time. Grunting like a madman, I pulled out at the last second and shot my load all over her breasts. She held onto me until the end, kissing my face and moaning passionately.

Exhausted, I fell onto the bed beside her. She rubbed the goo over her nipples, then touched her fingers to her lips. Finally sated, she turned onto her side and threw her arms around me. We stayed like that for a long time.

Later, after taking a shower together, we made plans to meet again at the candidate's next big rally, which would be held in a neighboring state. Frankly, I didn't care how far I had to go to see Annie again. Lucky for me, she felt exactly the same way.