When I'm not being a massive whore, I'm actually pretty smart (although to be honest, especially when I'm being a massive whore, I have to be pretty smart... otherwise I would have definitely gotten caught by somebody's wife by now!) I was a weird child who watched political commentators and counted down the years before I was old enough to vote, and ever since I have been, I've been working on campaigns. Yes, if I ever got anywhere near public office my opps would 100% dig up this page, but to be fair, if the stuff I talk about on here stays the worst stuff I've ever done, I'll be a saint compared to 90% of our leaders in Washington. I swear, there's something in the atmosphere around politics that makes everybody involved, from the guy knocking on your door to remind you to vote all the way up to the leader of the free world, forget how to act right. Maybe that's why I love it so much- digging up dirt on the people in power, knowing that they're every bit as lazy, ignorant, insane, and perverted (especially perverted) as the rest of us if not more. The funniest thing is seeing how quickly the smallest amount of power goes to people's heads. Like this fucking guy, who couldn't even get out of his first city council race without pulling a Bill Clinton and fucking his young hot intern.

To be fair to him, though, he was young and hot himself- like the dorm neighbor and the liquor store guys from my previous stories, another sexy Latino lover (I promise this is a function of where I lived at the time and not some fetish... although I wouldn't be opposed if more of them came my way ;)) This was during the vaccine rollout, and those first few weeks were depressingly soulless with everyone wearing masks and re-learning how to be people- by this point, I took these campaign jobs with the expectation of getting into mischief, and I was bored as fuck. But as everyone got their jabs and the weather warmed up, beautiful faces and toned limbs could be seen once more- none more beautiful than that of the man himself. When I handed out the campaign flyers with his image on them, a lot of female voters commented on his looks, and I often got weird questions about him (and myself, but being a hot 21 year old girl sent to people's homes, I'd expected that)- a few seemed to be teasing me with their questions, and I started to wonder if something in the way I talked about him to voters gave away that I wanted to fuck him. But I couldn't be blamed- what genius thought they'd hire a hot 21 year old girl for this campaign and this wouldn't happen?

If you've ever worked campaigns, you know that they're disorganized shitshows, and the less resources you have, the more of a shitshow it is. It got to the point where he was the one personally handling the logistics of the canvassing team. If you've ever worked on campaigns, you also know how hard it is to find earnest and qualified people willing to knock on strangers' doors for $20 an hour. As the campaign went on, our team shrunk so much that there'd often be only one or two people canvassing on any given day. The point is, with both of these factors combined, we ended up spending an unusual amount of alone time together. Now, with two attractive twenty-somethings of the opposite sex spending a lot of time alone in cars chatting, you can imagine that the sexual tension was obvious. You can also imagine that having spent 12 months in lockdown, neither of us really remembered how to be people. And you can imagine that not having had dick since before the world shut down, by a few weeks before the election I couldn't look at him without imagining ripping that tailored suit off him and riding him until my legs gave out.

You can also imagine what happened when we were trapped in his van for two hours with nothing to do...

It was two weeks before the primary, and I was the only one canvassing that day. Usually once we got to turf, we'd take a little extra time in the van- "strategizing", we called it, although it was usually just us shooting the shit. By the time we got to the drop-off point, it had started to rain. Damn it. I hate being outside in the rain, so my plan was to stall for as long as possible in the car until the it lessened. But it didn't. In fact, it got worse. Much worse. Until the emergency alert tone scared the shit out of me- on my phone, then his, then on the radio, almost simultaneously. Flash flood warning.

"Every time I hear one of those, I think North Korea's nuking us," he said.

My heart was still racing from the jumpscare. "Well, guess this shift is screwed."

"What are you talking about?" he said. "If there's no nukes, the shift's still on."

I glared at him for as long as it took for him to crack. "I'm kidding."

I checked the weather on my phone. It was supposed to be a torrential downpour for the next 45 minutes or so, and the rain would stop in 2 hours. Canvassing shifts were typically 5 hours, so I'd still be able to salvage most of the day.

"I guess we'll have to find something to do until then," I said.

I wasn't trying to be suggestive- at least, I didn't know yet that I was trying to be suggestive. But the look that flashed through his eyes told me exactly what he was thinking of doing with that time.

"What do you want to do?" he said in a low voice that sent vibrations right to my rapidly moistening pussy.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" At this point I was intentionally being suggestive, but I wanted him to be the one to say it.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" And of course, this cocky motherfucker wanted me to be the one to say it.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" I can do this all day, asshole.

Silence, as he grinned like he wanted to keep the back-and-forth going but I could also see his resolve breaking. Finally he said, "Oh fuck it, come here," reaching over the seat and smothering my lips with his.

It was so satisfying, the moment of triumph, knowing that even this handsome, charming politician was powerless to resist my body. He pulled me over the seat and onto his lap, putting the seat in recline to allow me to straddle him. Our hands were all over each other, tearing at the other's clothes like wrapping paper. At one point when we came up for air, I teased, "You know, you haven't been elected yet and you already can't keep your hands off the interns."

He laughed. "If I had a cigar to put inside you, I would." He held up his pointer and middle fingers and said, "As it is..."

He played with my wetness for a bit, grinning with satisfaction, before sliding his fingers into me. I didn't know whether it had just been a really long time or he actually was that good, but it felt so fucking good. His satisfied grin grew wider as he watched my face contort with pleasure. Who was toying with who?

Just as I was about to come, he took his fingers out. My eyes flew open to see him savoring his fingers, which would have been the sexiest thing I'd ever seen under any other circumstance but right then I was wondering why the hell he wasn't making me cum. "What the hell?!"

"Not yet," he said, still grinning. "You'll get it when you've earned it."

Oh, this motherfucking bastard. My face burned as I watched him undo his pants. "Your turn."

Fuck it. This was what he wanted? Fine. I was going to drive him insane. He might have been the one with the power, but I was the one in control.

I got down on my knees and started stroking his cock. I now knew where he got his big ego from. I love to tease when giving a blowjob, and after what he'd done to me, it was payback time. I kissed the head, then swirled my tongue around it like a lollipop. I kissed down the shaft as I fondled his balls. Before long he was moaning, begging, his hand hovering near my head like he wanted to force his cock down my throat but was holding back. "Zoelle..."

Finally I had mercy on him and started actually sucking his cock. The tortured sound that left him was the hottest thing I'd ever heard in my young life, combined with the roar of the rain and the knowledge that anyone could have walked by and seen what we were doing. It wasn't long at all before I could tell he was ready to cum, and at that moment I stopped. He looked at me with the same anger as I had him minutes earlier, and I echoed, "You'll get it when you've earned it."

"Oh, you fucking bitch," he groaned, yet he still looked smugly satisfied. He put the seat back further. "Come here and get on top of me."

I did, straddling him as he slid his cock into me. I grabbed his shoulders for leverage, but he seemed to be doing most of the work, guiding my hips up and down his throbbing cock. I was just a doll, a fuckdoll for him. Not only had it been over a year since I'd had a real dick inside me, but this was my first time being fucked raw- although at the time, I wasn't even thinking about the fact that he didn't have a condom on. I wasn't thinking about potential passerby or the ongoing storm anymore, either. My brain had been switched off and I was nothing more than a wanton slut. I leaned back so his cock could hit the sweet spot in my pussy and before I knew it I was having the best orgasm of my life. I must have been loud because he covered my mouth with his hand and somehow that made me cum so much harder. He didn't miss a beat, instead fucking my now oversensitized pussy faster and faster until it was almost painful but I also almost felt like I was ready to come again. Finally he groaned, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum" and I felt him spilling his seed into my unprotected womb. It was so primal, so satisfying that I knew instantly that I never wanted to have condom sex ever again.

When my pussy had wrung the last drop from his cock, he pushed me off of him, and I slid back into the passenger seat in a dick-drunk haze. I could hardly believe that had just happened. He pulled up his pants, then checked his phone and said, "The rain should be stopping soon," as though nothing had even fucking happened.

I did eventually go out into the field that day, and I had to talk to voters about his opinions on transit funding and bike lanes and shit while his cum was dripping out of me. But this story doesn't end there.

Fast forward to Election Day. After the polls closed, we headed to his house for a post-election party. There were drinks, and dancing, and his entire familia was there. It was a hot day in summer, so I was dressed in a tie-front sleeveless top and jean miniskirt, and as I introduced myself to each new person there I wondered if they could somehow tell I was a slut- his slut. I was sitting with a few of my coworkers when he came up to us, a beautiful late 20s/early 30s Latina on his arm. "Hey guys, I'd like you to meet my wife."

WHAT THE FUCK?????

WHAT. THE. FUCK?!?!?

Don't get me wrong, I had already fucked someone who was in a relationship two years earlier. But I had never fucked someone who was married, and I hadn't known he was married! I was dumbfounded as to how I had gone months working for him without knowing he had a wife, and how he could have the audacity to introduce me to her knowing damn well that he'd been balls deep inside me two weeks ago. If I wasn't already sure that I was meant to be a homewrecker, this confirmed it. But on his part, this was a power play, no doubt.

Well, that was fine with me. One of my fellow canvassers was a cute boy my age, but we'd never gone beyond plausibly deniable flirting, perhaps neither of us remembering how to be people after being indoors since we were 19. But after a couple of drinks, I was practically sitting on his lap, laughing at whatever nonsense we were talking about. I could feel the candidate staring at me from across the room, and I gave him bug-eyes right back. Motherfucker, you have an entire wife who's right next to you. Why do you care?

At one point I went upstairs to the bathroom to reapply my lipstick, and moments after I closed the door, it swung open behind me. It was him. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he said, the same smug fucking grin on his face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I said.

"That's fine," he said. "You can do whatever you want, but we both know what happened."

"Yeah, exactly," I said. "How the fuck did I not know you were married until literally just now? And how the fuck could you introduce her to me, knowing damn well that you not only cheated on her with me, but did so without me even knowing she existed?"

"Like knowing would have stopped you," he said.

I desperately wanted to be offended, to insist that that wasn't true, I never would have fucked him if I'd known. But that was bullshit, and he knew it. In fact, knowing he was cheating made our spur-of-the-moment steamy fuck session even hotter than it already was. This was what I was. A homewrecker, a slut, a dirty little secret.

And, as he turned the lock on the bathroom door, I realized that he was here to confirm it.

He pulled me in and kissed me while grabbing my ass, hiking up my skirt above my panties. Despite still being somewhat in shock, I couldn't help but respond in kind, unbuttoning his shirt to caress his chest. Fuck, he was sexy. And I was nothing more than a desperate, pent-up slut, powerless to resist.

"Bend over the sink," he said, which I did without question. In what felt like one swift movement, he'd pulled down his pants and my panties and entered me from behind. I let out a strangled sound and he immediately clapped his hand over my mouth. I was starting to realize that I liked that. This time he was a bit slower, gentler, out of necessity to not make noise. Having a full mirror view of him railing me was the hottest thing ever. Within minutes he was filling me up again, then left as quickly as he'd entered and left me in my confused, tipsy, dick-drunk haze. I took a little bit to freshen myself up before rejoining the party, and once again had to interact with people- this time our coworkers, his wife, and his entire family- while feeling his cum dripping out of me.

I'll spoil the answers to your questions: no, we didn't get caught. No, he didn't win the election- although I searched him up recently and he apparently ran again the next election cycle and won. No, you've never heard of this guy so don't bother digging. No, I haven't gotten to fuck any politician you've heard of- yet ;) (I did briefly work for someone you have heard of but I know nothing about his dick, just that he is one)