Devon, Undecided Voter - Political Activism

…eggs, snacks for Jack's lunches, cereal, some of those red peppers for the pasta Dylan likes so much...yep, that's everything. Devon Middleton pushed her modest shopping cart out of the aisles and alongside the self-checkout station. It was quite a haul she'd collected in her time at the supermarket today and maybe having the cashier do it would've been easier, but she did not have the mental energy for any kind of human interaction today. Devon even dressed in a sort of "Out of Order, Please Try Again Later" style, with a loose hoodie from her husband's college and the pajama pants she woke up in. Hell, she even dropped Jack off at school in this zero effort ensemble. She did NOT want to engage with the world today, and it was all because of one thing:

Politics.

The elections were coming up (didn't we just have one? People seemed real upset about it) and it's all anyone was talking about. On the TV? Attack ads and debates and ballot counting. On Facebook? Memes and quotes and arguing and even more attack ads. Even Devon's friends had some kind of opinion on what was going on, some strong stance they took. But Devon? She was a firm middle-of-the-roader. Let people live their lives, why's everyone need to argue all the time? She could barely keep up with work and raising a child with her husband, how does anyone find the time to be so angry about everything all of the time? Devon didn't even pay attention to it and she was exhausted by it.

But, as Devon scanned her last item, she did have to wonder, who should she vote for once election day came around? Dylan was getting on her about getting out the polls more often but she just didn't have any strong stances on any of the major issues. Devon derailed that train of thought entirely. She was gonna load the groceries in the car, get home, and veg out watching home improvement shows until it was time to pick Jack up from school.

As she emerged from the automatic doors back into the world however, Devon was instantly shocked solid. Dozens of folding tables, canopies, booths, and activists crowded the entrance. They were all shouting at each other, the people entering the store, the people coming out, the people in their cars, the staff, everything and anything that looked like it had the potential right to vote was met with deluge of slogans and demands for their support.

How the hell did this all get here? It was quiet when Devon arrived and she'd only been in the store for, what, 30 minutes at most?

Devon scanned the lot for her car and attempted to make a beeline for it before anyone decided that she was a vote that they just couldn't do without. She wasn't fast enough.

"Hiya!" Devon jumped at the man who suddenly appeared next to her. It was like he came out of damn nowhere. He was clearly a volunteer by what he was wearing; a deep blue polo shirt that stretched over his beer belly, a rough pair of cargo shorts that were fraying at the edges, a pair of brown sandals, and a trucker hat so old and worn that the logo wasn't even legible anymore. "Name's Hal!" He greeted her with a toothy grin that never went away.

"Devon." she replied quietly. Her car was just a few feet away. Her escape was in sight! Thank god she got such a close spot.

"Boy, I bet you're one of them lucky ladies who gets a spot right up front doncha? Best damn feeling in the world, huh?"

"Yeah, I can't argue with that." Devon sighed to herself. Why did she have to park all the way in the back? Yeah, she had to get her steps in but making small talk with strangers wasn't part of the deal.

"Well, where are my manners? Ya know my name but not why I'm bothering ya. Well, I'm a member of the Real American Party. Betcha never heard of us, have ya? We're new but hey, these things take time to build, don't they?"

"Uh huh." Devon started picking up her pace.

"In a hurry, huh? I admire that. You got things to do and ya got a schedule to stick to."

"Yep, I'm real busy today." Devon's pace slowed to a leisurely, almost lethargic stroll as she pushed her shopping cart along.

"Well then, I won't waste your time. I feel like we can already count on your vote just by the way ya look. You aren't like those loose women ya see around these days, know what I mean? Putting themselves all on display, demeaning themselves and all."

Devon found herself nodding along. Yeah, she wasn't like those women, with their tight clothes and their you-know-whats hanging out for all to see. She adjusted her skin tight spaghetti strap top, making sure her tits were up, bouncing and proud. She also made sure to swing her hips with every slow deliberate step she took in her six-inch heels, her ass all but bursting out of the daisy dukes she managed to get herself into. Those kinds of women just made her furious. "I know what you mean, yeah."

"I'd blame the Dems but hell, the _Re_pubs ain't too much better. Sure, they say they're all about old school family values but they'll get on the damn net and meme on about how they got better lookin' women than the libs. Fuckin' disgraceful. Oh!" Hal's hand shot up and covered his mouth. "I am so sorry for the coarse language. Nice, dignified woman like you, you probably don't take kindly that kinda talk, huh?"

"You hit the nail right on the fuckin' head there, Hal," Devon agreed. "Even if I didn't have a little shit to take care of at home you can bet your mother's hairy cunt that I'd be pissed the hell off at hearing that." Honestly, she thought, it wasn't that hard to just mind your manners in polite society. People should mind what they say.

"That's just what I figured, miss. I truly am just ashamed I let such a thing pass through my lips. I'm just glad that your little one ain't here to listen to my filth."

"Yeah, thank fuck for that."

"You're a mighty responsible mother, Devon. I can tell just by what you've bought in the store there. Everything a family needs to keep on running smoothly! None of that hedonistic, selfish garbage women buy nowadays."

Despite herself, Devon chuckled. "Not fucking chance I'd have any of that shit in here." She proudly looked over her haul as she continued her slow, sensual saunter to her car, funbags lightly jiggling with every exaggerated step. 20 cases of condoms (flavor variety packs, of course), a few new dildos, bullet vibrators, butt plugs, nurse, schoolgirl, witch, and tavern wench costumes, thongs, sling bikinis, baby doll t shirts, yoga shorts that are a size too small for her thicc cheeks, and on and on. Everything her family needed right now. Devon was so lucky that her sister agreed to raise Jack while she and Dylan fucked each others brains out.

Devon finally made it to her car all the way in the back end of the lot. Even though Hal trailed her the entire way, it wasn't so bad. Turns out there was a lot they agreed on. "Well, this is me. Good fuckin luck with all your political bullshit."

"Thank ya so much for your kind words, Miss Devon. Your husband's lucky to have such a devoted, loyal woman for a wife."

"Damn right he is!"

Hal broke out in a toothy grin as he unzipped his pants and started fishing out his girthy cock. "Get on your knees and gag on this."

"Oh hell yeah, Daddy!" Devon Middleton squatted down in the middle on the parking lot, legs spread wide open. She spat in her hands, lubed up Hal's fucking monster shlong and enveloped it with her plump dick sucking lips. She wanted to take it slow but Hal must have gotten impatient because he grabbed both sides of her head and proceeded to ram that thick fuck meat into the back of her throat. She came in the first 10 minutes and was in a near continuous orgasm for the other 20. He shot his load down her throat but eventually there was so much delicious spunk that she choked and it exploded in gooey white globs from under her lips and around his shaft.

Hal finally removed himself with a loud, pornographic POP, smacked Devon in the face a few times with his warm, pulsing tip, then left without another word.

Real American Party, huh? She thought to herself, scooping globes of cum off her cleavage and into her slutty mouth. Maybe politics weren't so bad.

*******

Devon teased herself with the tip of her biggest dildo, making herself go crazy with anticipation and desire to feel that thick rod stretch her out and stir up her insides. It was all Dylan's fault she was so worked up. Just because she was "let go" from her job (what kind of dress code doesn't allow for tube tops and thongs?) he was totally on her case all the fucking time about finding a new one. He didn't even fuck her face under the breakfast table this morning! He was determined to make life as miserable as possible for the both of them until she "found gainful employment" again. The asshole.

Just as Devon decided to give herself and deep and sudden thrust with her dildo, the tv burst on (or was it already on and she forgot? Devon got so into fucking herself she didn't even notice when the cleaning ladies worked around her half the time) and started playing some really patriotic sounding music. Some bitch's voice real quickly said, "ThisadispaidforbytheRealAmericanParty" before fading to some stern looking old white guy in a suit.

"My Fellow Americans, does this once proud country even feel like home anymore? Why, it seems that no matter where you look these days there's degenerate hussy making her living off of her unmentionables."

"God, I can't stand whores like that!" shouted Devon. She reached over to the webcam trained on her pussy and made some tiny adjustments. Can't disappoint her fans online!

"Now, there's always going to be some immorality in the world, it's just the way things are. But what frightens not only myself but every member of the Real American Party is how these nymphomaniacs are rewarded for their sinful behavior on the internet! Dressing the way they do, acting the way they do and so many fools actually provide them the kind of income only big time business owners used to see."

"Ugh, un-fucking-believable," she grunted at her 90" curved smart tv. Sluts like that didn't deserve to live like goddamn princesses just cause they showed some ass and some titty.

Bing. Devon's computer chimed. "GargleMyBallSack6969, thanks so much for the donation!" The lucky spender sent a request with his $500. Always one to excel in her career, Devon adjusted herself so that she slowly impaled herself on her dildo, letting out an increasingly loud and horny moan the farther down she got.

"We in the Real American Party are dedicated to bringing back the virtues of modesty, dignity and integrity to the modern United States. Vote for decency this November. Vote like a Real American." The ad faded to black.

"Mmmm, you know I will." After Devon reached the base of her 16" dildo, she began to buck and ride that fucking thing like there was no tomorrow.

Bing. Another Donation. Another Request.

Devon ripped her shirt off and let her fat boobies bounce around freely.

Bing.

She cups her tits in her hands and tries to lick and bite her pierced nipples as she jackhammers herself into another orgasm.

Bing.

"Ooooooo, I'm a dirty little fucking whore, Daddy. I need cock and pussy all day, Daddy, I need it!"

Bing.

"Senpai, break my tight pussy! I'm your fuck toilet now, Senpai, it feels so good! I want you to fuck my mom and my sister like this, this god cock needs to be shared!"

Bing.

"You better fucking make me cum you worthless piece of shit! What the fuck good are you if you can't even make a slut like me get off, huh!?"

Her fans where all over the damn place today with these requests. Not that Devon was going to complain. When she thought about her four story house, giant infinity pool, sprawling yard, the seven Mercedes Benzs, and the cooking and cleaning staff she was able to hire, she'd do fucking anything for her fans.

Bing.

"Holy fucking shit! AllWomenAreSluts76, thank you so fucking much for the $10,000! I'm gonna send you a DM. Shoot me your address and I'll be over as soon as I can to be your no limits fucktoy for three whole days! Everybody else, I'll see you next time!"

As Devon drove herself to the airport in order to fly out and meet her new master, she couldn't help but be thankful that she had a career that she loved and paid so well. And on top of that, she wasn't selling her dignity like those sluts that ad was talking about.

Hm. Maybe it was time to officially switch political parties.

*******

"Do we really have to spend our night watching this?" Dylan whined. Devon paused from her three minute deepthroating (she needed to push herself to at least ten) to explain, once again, that this was an important debate. The very fabric of the country was at stake! Dylan really couldn't just sit there, make her **** on cum and listen to what's going on in the world? Seriously, what the fuck was with people's apathy?

She resumed her head-bobbing as the debate moderator introduced the candidates. Devon barely even paid attention to the Democrat or the Republican, not even really registering words until her Real American was on screen.

"In what is no doubt just an astonishing turn of events, we have a Third Party candidate joining us tonight as an actual, viable contender for the Presidency of the United States. Mr. Patrick Cooper of the Real American Party, it is not simply an historic moment for you to join us, it is also a pleasure."

"The pleasure is mine that so many Americans support our mission. Truly."

Dylan muttered under his breath. "So darn boring."

Devon kept pumping his shaft as she whipped her head around. "Shut the fuck up! I wanna hear this shit."

"Now, the more established parties have shown a bit of graciousness and ceded the the first question to you, Mr. Cooper. Why do you think so many have supported your party's campaign where so many other third parties come up short? What is drawing away lifetime Republicans and Democrats to a relative political unknown?"

"I am so glad I'm being given the opportunity to address that. You see, Americans are sick and tired of the moral decay they see all around them. People have no doubt heard me drone on and on about women today selling themselves and their dignity and all that malarkey" - light chuckling from the audience - "but it's not just them. Of course it's not. So many young men allow this promiscuity. In fact, they encourage it and support their wives and girlfriends and family members to become sexually depraved menaces to society. Why, they themselves can be and sometimes are just as awful as those women selling themselves, at least from a moral standpoint."

As Dylan throat-fucked Devon and unleashed his third load of the last three hours, Devon was starting to wonder if he was even paying attention to what Mr. Cooper was saying. And then she knew he wasn't when he just started talking sweet to her. "**** on this fat fucking cock, you dumb whore. Eat my fucking jizz and thank me for it with your fucking milkers you cow slut."

Goddamn, he was pissing her off. Admittedly, yes, she came for the ninth time once he said that, but he should've been fucking listening! It's the presidency for fucks sake!

"And this degeneracy, I'm only more saddened to say, is all but killing the traditional family unit. Many of these people are gathering together in...I'm not sure what to call them. Throuples? Whatever they are, they're non-monogamous and their only true purpose is the depraved sexual gratification of those involved. I fear that soon all of America will descend into this abyss."

"Ugh, I can't stand those fuckin' assholes!" Wait, was Dylan actually paying attention? "It's one man, one woman, it ain't complicated! Right, suckslut?"

If Devon wasn't already wet from the multiple orgasms she already had deepthroating her husband, she'd be gushing from what he just said. "Totally, babe!" She could barely contain her happiness that he was coming around to her political beliefs!

"Right, cumrag?" He directed that question to their girlfriend, Holly. The bitch was dressed up like it was the 1950s, sundress that played well off of her darker skin with plunging cleavage, crazy high fuck-me pumps, her hair all done, the whole nine yards. She was a ray of fucking sunshine but goddamn Dylan and Devon loved her. They were thinking of asking her to marry them but it wasn't the right time yet. She bounced over to the naked spouses on the couch and handed them each a nice glass of lemonade.

"Oh, I don't know. I don't have that many strong political stances you know. All I want to think about is making food for my loves, drinking your cum and eating that juicy pussy! That's all I need to be happy. Oh Golly! I almost forgot about the pie in the oven!" With that, she ran off to the kitchen.

Devon bit her lip. "I love that sexy piece of ass."

"Me too. Spread your legs, I wanna creampie that snatch."

It wasn't much more of a debate after that. Sure, the other candidates talked but really, it didn't matter. Dylan and Devon fucked a couple more times, Holly joined them for a double titfuck, some cumswapping, eating pussy while getting jackhammered by Dylan, being a good little cock warmer all around.

This. This is what he Real American Party was here to defend. And sure as she loved getting filled in every fucking hole by her fans, Devon knew all three of them were voting Cooper on election day.