0 comments/ 2613 views/ 3 favorites Politics as UNusual By: Humpdee84 Chet was in D.C. for a job interview at one of the better universities in the area. He had just graduated from a state university back home in New England and felt he could get in on the ground floor here. Since political science had been his major, and a passion in his life, what better place to be than D.C.? He had settled into his hotel room, watched some TV and decided he was just too giddy and excited to be here to NOT go for a walk. It was still fairly early so, what the hell? He didn't want to venture out TOO late and find himself a crime victim before he even had a chance to move here. As Chet walked down the street he observed a woman walking in the opposite direction. As she got closer he recognized her. He stopped and when she approached he said, "You're her. You're..." She cut him off, "Yes, Senator...." He cut HER off. "Yeah, I know. I know exactly who you are. I'm from your state, but I didn't vote for you. I would NEVER vote for you. You're too damn liberal for me and I'M A LIBERAL! Or at least I thought I was. Now, hell, I may switch parties over you. And, holy hell, every time you speak, you sound like you're whining. Oh PUH-LEEZE, shut up already. You should never have beaten that other guy. He barely got his feet wet and you pulled him out of the pool." She was in shock. She stared at him and said, "I'm sorry you feel that way." "I'm sorry you're in office," was his immediate reply. "Look, if you have issues with me, next time vote for my opponent, but let's face it, the people of M..." he cut her off again. "Yeah, the SHEEP you mean. You're in for life and you know it. The ONLY reason that guy beat the OTHER woman he ran against is because NO ONE likes HER." "I don't have to listen to this. I'm leaving." And she turned to leave. "I want to fuck you. Right now, real hard." He blurted out. "You are saying you want to RAPE me?" She asked, astounded at this bold statement of his. "No, hell no. If the woman isn't into it, it's no fun. I'm not some sick animal that should be put down. I just really want to fuck you. No power, I want to pleasure you and walk away knowing that I made you cum," came his answer. "So you can brag to all your friends, right?" "No, I'm not about to tell ANYONE. I'd be embarrassed." "I'm married," she countered, "it's not like I can just go around fucking anyone who approaches me." "I'm not just anyone," he sneered, I'm a tax payer from your own state and I pay your salary. "I have an apartment nearby," she declared, "I use it when I have to work late."And she took him by the hand. When they got to the apartment the immediately stripped down to their naked bodies. No teasing, no undies first, nothing. He stood in stunned silence for a moment. "Ok," he thought, "She's not so bad I guess." Then aloud he said, "Let's do this you whore." His hands worked their way all over her, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He licked her hips, her thighs and her belly. He massaged her legs "kind of vein-y" he thought. Then he turned her around, leaned her forward and started to finger her ass. She moaned and said, "Stick a finger up there you bastard!" "Oh, that voice is HORRID," he thought but up went his finger. She gasped when the digit entered. Chet worked that finger in and out several times then worked it around so that his thumb could enter her vagina. He finger fucked her so hard and long that his fingers began to prune up. But that was enough. He stopped and stood behind her, keeping her bent over, he grabbed his rock hard erection and slid it into her sopping wet hole. Again she gasped. "Huh, only twice has she made any real noise. Things that make you go, Hmmmmm." His mind was on his business, but superficially. He began to slam into her. He watched her hair sway with every thrust, her tits doing the same. NOW she was beginning to make noise. "I feel you may not be doing it as fast as you could." She whined. "Oh, I won't say I'm not enjoying this, but I really feel a faster pace might be very satisfying to both of us. Before you cum, please pull out so you can cum on my tits. I would like that." "What the...." He was a bit taken aback by this long speech while he was pounding her, but, when in Rome...or D.C., so he began to accelerate his rhythm. The sound of his pelvis hitting her ass made such a WHAP WHAP WHAP sound that he feared someone would call the police about the noise. WHAP WHAP WHAP, he kept going harder and harder. Then he pulled out. "What are you doing, you going to cum?" She asked without standing upright. "No, I want to fuck you in the ass, just like you're doing to all of us, wench!" and he did. NOW she was making REAL noise. "Oh YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH!" she repeated over and over with each push of his cock. "Wow you've really been doing your kegels haven't you?" he growled as he continued to slam into her ass. "You KNOW it, you scumbag!" She fired back, bucking wildly against him. Minutes went by. Chet was flabbergasted at how long he was lasting but didn't dwell on it because as he did, he became aware of just how close he was to spewing his seed. "I'm cumming, turn around and get on your knees!" He demanded. She did and he grabbed his member firmly and pumped for all he was worth. He had become so worked up that it exploded out like being fired from a cannon. The first spurt got her in the eye but the rest hit her tits like she had demanded. She grinned and said, "Well done. Are you happy now? Did I meet your expectations?" "Well, to be honest, I'm still never going to vote for you but it'll feel nice knowing that though you're going to fuck with me and everyone else in the country, I literally fucked you. I said I would tell no one and you can take me at my word. I'll know however and that's good enough for me." He got up and headed for the bathroom. "Wait, are you going to clean up or take a leak?" She asked. "Both, why?" "Pee on me. Pee on my tits." She said as she scampered to the tub. Chet had always had a bit of a bashful kidney and wasn't sure he'd be able to accomplish this. "I'm not sure I can and really, that's kind of gross." He said. "You CAN and you WILL, DAMN YOU!" she was very persuasive as she knelt in the tub. He stood there, his erection wilting. "You do know this has to shrink a little before..." She cut him off. "I know it, I'm no amateur you know." As he got soft, the urge to piss became a bit much and he knew right there and then, his bashful kidney was not going to bashful this time. A sudden yellow stream poured forth from his dick and hit her straight onto her tits, already sticky with his cum. She began to laugh, almost maniacally as he let loose. He couldn't believe he had to piss so much and just kept going, directing his stream at her shoulders and belly, the same belly he had just recently licked. This was FUN! She was laughing and laughing and he was tempted to aim for her mouth but gagged as the thought went through his mind. "Nah, this is sick enough." When he was done, he shook off the last few drops and suggested she take a long hot shower. He'd wait in the other room after just washing up a bit. She agreed. Then he asked, "If I got to take a dump, you're not into THAT are you?" She countered, "What the hell, I'm not sick. You're disgusting." She then entered the shower. He cleaned himself off with a wet towel and went to get dressed. When she joined him she looked fresh and clean and was beaming. "I have never done this before and I hope never to do it again. Now, if you'd give me your address I'll send you a pen." "What? A pen, for what?" "It's what we do. When we meet a constituent we give them something like a pen as a souvenir. Don't you want a souvenir?" "Sure, what the hell. But won't it be awkward explaining why I have a pen from a Senator I don't like?" "I don't care. You earned a pen. TAKE THE DAMN PEN!" She scared the hell out of him. "OK, OK, I'LL TAKE A PEN!" She very calmly and softly said, "Good," and smiled. Then she walked to the kitchen and got some orange juice. "Want some juice? You must have worked up a thirst and you really should replace your fluids." He dared not drink some juice. When all was said and done, she took his address-"Don't you carry some around? Do you really have to mail me one?" he asked, and she fired back, "DO AS I SAY YOU FASCIST BASTARD! YOU WILL GET ONE IN THE MAIL AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!" "And you're calling ME a fascist? Hoo boy." He gave her the address and they left the building together. As they walked out the door she said, for the sake of anyone who may be nearby, "So, do you think that when you come back to paint the walls, a yellowish tint might be in order?" He just chuckled. Well, she DID have a sense of humor. A week later he was home waiting to find out about the job. He was just sitting around since his shift at the local coffee house wasn't until later in the day. He heard the mailman come to the door. He greeted him and took the mail. As he went through all the bills, advertisements and usual crap, he came across a bubble wrap envelope. He turned it over and it was marked with the seal of the U.S. Senate and from HER office. "Well, she really DID mean to send me a damn pen." He thought and he opened the envelope. Inside were three pens and a note: "To Chet, because of your strong beliefs and convictions I have rethought my stand on a number of issues and would hate to lose your vote in the next election. Please accept these pens as my token of gratitude for the lesson in politics. Your friend and Senator." For a moment, Chet just stood bewildered. Then he turned to the second page which simply said, "LIKE HELL I WILL! ASSHOLE!" He just laughed. Well, he always would know, whenever she fucked the people of the United States, he got one fuck in FOR the people. Politics as UNusual Ch. 02 Chet started his job six weeks after his interview. He was so excited about the prospects of working in the school of politics at this wonderful university. He had his whole life planned. Work here for a few years, build up his resume, then start applying for jobs with Congressmen or Senators he hoped to meet on the job. They were always around the school. After a few years doing that, making inroads, he'd be ready to help steer the nation. He'd be a powerbroker! He was ambitious and sometime a little grandiose in his thinking, but he was young and that's how it was supposed to work when you're young, right? He found an apartment in a middleclass (well, slightly LOWER middleclass) neighborhood, bought some cheap furniture, filled his refrigerator with plenty of beer, wine and stuff without alcohol. He filled his cabinets with all sorts of quick meal things as he knew he'd rarely have time for a real sit down dinner. TOO busy, much too busy; he knew that's just how things would be. A few weeks went by and he wasn't nearly as busy as he'd expected. They kept him jumping and he was getting to work on some interesting things for the various professors, but overall, he was not the 'go to' guy he expected. He still was enjoying himself, but he was getting bored. Also, even though he had begun to make some friends, he was a tad lonely and getting horny. Since he didn't really know any of his co-workers well enough, he feared 'hitting' on them too soon. He was facing a crisis. He got home one night, tired and cranky, partly due to his horniness and lack of any real outlet other than himself. He thought about giving his Senator 'friend' a call. How would she receive him? He couldn't stand her. She would come on TV, whining away and he'd either mute the TV or change the channel all together. But she had been a hell of a lay! Would she be up for another round? He dismissed the idea for the night and went to bed. Well, he had a great jack off session first, THEN went to bed. The next night when he got home, it was the same thing. Tired, cranky, bored, horny. "Enough he thought. What have I got to lose." He picked up the phone and called the Senator. After dialing he noticed the time and though there was no way in hell she'd be there so he'd just leave a vague message. "Shit, what was that excuse she gave for me being there? Oh, yeah it wa......" "Hello? Senator...." "Hi," he was caught off guard by a real person. "I'm Dick....Dick Dongman ("oh geez"), DINGMAN, sorry Dick Dingman. I had been conferring with the Senator about redecorating her apartment. Is she in or did she go home?" "The caller ID says your name is Chet... "That's my professional name. My real name is Dick Dingman ("oh fuck. I'm sounding like a total ass") but you can CALL me Chet. So, is she there?" "It just so happens, she is. Hold please while I check to see if she'll accept your call." Chet waited for an hour and a half, or two minutes, his watch was in the other room, he didn't know. When she came on the line, she snarled, he heard it, she actually snarled. Then she inquired, in a rather piercing tone, "YOU? What do YOU want you pig? You have some nerve calling me, and at my office. I loathe you; you do realize that, right? I should have you arrested." "For what?" asked Chet. "I don't know. I'll make something up. What do you want? More pens?" He could hear the anger, the rage in her voice. "No. I don't need any pens, bitch. Wanna fuck?" "Meet me at my apartment in one hour, you filth and I'll wear your...you called yourself, DICK? Ah, asshole. I'll wear your Dick Dingman out." "I'll wear out your asshole," he replied and hung up. One hour to the second later, he was buzzing her doorbell. The doorman asked him his business and he replied, "I'm here to redecorate the Senator's apartment. She needs some more ideas. This is the only time I'm free." The doorman let him into the building but said the Senator hadn't left any word with him and she wasn't home yet so Chet would have to leave. As he explained this, the Senator came rushing in, out of breath and looking frazzled. "Oh, Senator, I was just telling this gentleman that......" "Shut up Stanley. My error for not letting you know." Then to Chet, "Let's go. I haven't got all night." They entered the elevator and went up to her apartment on the fourth floor. As the ascended she turned and said, "I was running late." He replied, "You look like shit. Oh yeah, you're not into that." She slapped him, then grabbed him and kissed him passionately. "What the hell are you doing? I never agreed to kissing!" He stated firmly. "I'm going to screw you to the wall and leave, maybe piss on you again, I don't know, but NO KISSING!" "Your breath is bad anyway you sniveling rat." They exited the elevator and scurried down the hall to her door. When she got it open, she pushed him inside and locked the door. "STRIP!" He did. So did she. He ordered her to her knees and placed his already rock hard member into her mouth. "With this in there, you can't whine." She fooled him. "Maab dwub wooong," she began. He didn't understand and grabbed her hair. "Oh PLEASE, for once, SHUT UP!" She did and went back to sucking his cock. She reached up with her left hand and began to stroke him ever so lightly at the base, short little strokes as her mouth drew back and forth. Chet wasn't really very big, so deep-throating him wasn't the kind of challenge it might have been, but she gagged slightly. This actually turned Chet on. Normally in porn, if the woman began to gag, Chet figured the guy was forcing himself and it turned him off, THIS BITCH gagging, of her own free will, was amazing. He began to thrust his hips, nearly knocking her over. She reached up with the right hand and grabbed his testicle and gave a slight twist causing Chet to cringe and pull back, "What the hell!?!?" "I will not allow you to purposely impose a gag order. If you thrust that hard again, you lose these," and she gave them another little twist. "Fine. Bitch." She began to lick him now, up and down and the strokes got just a bit longer, almost to the head of his shaft. Then, she stopped, got up and went into the bathroom. Chet was dumbfounded and almost came all over the floor anyway. He watched as she went in, brushed her teeth and peed. She called out from the bathroom, "If you touch yourself to finish, you'll get a visit from the Capitol Police tomorrow. They'll show up where you work." "They'll side with me," he responded, "They're cops and cops are traditionally conservative. I'm sure they hate you like I do." "Many of them seem to," was her reply, "and I THRIVE on it." With that she began to laugh like Satan himself over a fresh soul in hell. It sent shivers up Chet's spine, but he didn't make any moves towards his cock. No way in hell. She got up, wiped herself a bit and then sat him on the edge of the bed. He had begun to ebb slightly so she got back down and sucked a bit to regain his erection. Then she sat on it as she faced the opposite direction where a mirror reflected their images. She watched intently as she rose and fell upon his rigid shlong. She gyrated on him, rubbing herself and admiring herself in the mirror. Chet's eyes were closed. He didn't want to watch, just feel. "I'm one hot bitch. A hot tough bitch and I OWN you," she sneered. Chet wondered if she was talking to herself or him. Either way, he really didn't care. "My ass, put it in my ass. I need a good ass boinking and I need it now." She stood and bent over the bed. "Wait, hold that thought." She interrupted. Go to my top drawer over there, on the right and get my dildo. GET IT, PISSWAD!" she exclaimed. Chet did as he was told. "Ok, now what?" "YOU, in my ass. Dildo, in my pussy." She demanded. Chet shrugged. "Ok, if you say so. But I can't really reach while I'm.........." "Put the dildo in, deep, turn the fucking thing on...('fucking thing. I made a joke'-she chuckled to herself) then I'll hold it in place while you pound my ass. Are you THAT stupid?" He did as he was told. He RAMMED the dildo in and then himself, just as instructed and he pounded away at her ass like he had never pounded in his life. Over and over, in and out, SLAM SLAM SLAM he went until he felt the cum rushing up his shaft. "Should I tell her? NO, SCREW HER ('which I am, ha, I made a joke'-he chuckled to himself)" and he shot his seed into her ass, pulled out and finished himself off all over the crack of her butt. The dildo was still vibrating and she let out a loud sigh. Then she pulled out the dildo, turned it off and went to wipe her ass. She ignored him entirely as she did this. "Angry I didn't cum on your tits?" he asked, mockingly. "I don't care about that you worm. Now, I'm thirsty. She headed for the kitchen. Chet just smiled to himself. "Juice?" she called out from the kitchen, "I've got orange juice or pineapple." Remembering their last meeting and her offer of juice, he called back, "What the hell is with you and juice?" "Kool-Aid, I've got Kool-Aid, too. Want to drink some Kool-Aid?" "That's just what you WANT me to do, isn't it? DRINK THE FUCKING KOOL-AID! NEVER YOU HARLOT! NEVER!" She returned with a large glass of Kool-Aid and sipped it slowly. Chet just now began to realize he was actually a bit thirsty and he licked his lips. She let out a slight laugh. "You want it, don't you?" she teased. "You WANT to drink the Kool-Aid." "No, I do NOT." Chet's dry mouth, he parched throat screamed "YES! I WANT TO DRINK THE KOOL-AID!" but cooler heads prevailed. He dressed, looking anywhere but at her, and headed for the door. "Want another couple of pens, fuck boy?" She asked. "Keep your pens. I'll buy my own." And he left. The next day a Capitol Police Officer showed up at his desk accompanied by one of the University's cops. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said, "But I was ordered to deliver this personally. I tell ya, sometimes this job has some serious problems." Chet looked back and forth at the two cops. The University cop said, "Hey, I just had to get him here," and they turned and left. Chet looked over the envelope, looked around to see if anyone had been watching and then opened it, cautiously. Inside he found a pair of panties, slightly moist. He recoiled and tossed them down into the trash, cringing and nearly gagging. There was a note, also slightly moist. Chet read it. It said, "Last time you shared your piss, this time, I shared mine. There must be no next time, you right wing fanatic." Chet grabbed the anti-bacterial cream from the corner of his desk and cleaned his hands. This broad was NUTS and hadn't he told her he was a liberal the first time they met? He wondered if there really would be NO next time. He sighed and got back to work. "Whatever. I'm better off. Who knows what I might catch." He took the plastic trash barrel liner out, tied it off and disposed of it, gagging. "Shit," he thought when he returned to his desk, "I don't have a pen."