1. The Councillor


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Prostitution, Sado-Masochism, Snuff, Torture, Author: Allthwaite, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    All characters in this story are entirely fictitious but with such lifelike characterisations you probably know someone exactly like them. The Councillor "John," Sandra said between sucks as she woke me with a blow job, "Did you know Councillors get nine thousand quid a year for doing fuck all?" "No," I agreed, "How do you know?" “Al told me,” Sanda said, “He said he was going to be a Literal Democrat Councillor and get nine thousand quid for doing fuck all." “That’s about the size of it,” I said “Getting paid for doing fuck all, no fucking wonder Al wants to do it!" "You should do it" she said. "Sand," I says, "Get yourself some mouthwash I want to kiss you!" "Oi," she says "That's out of order," but she padded off to the bathroom and when she came back she climbed on my cock as I lay there and I kissed her mouth, she tasted real nice and minty, and she had to hump me and do all the work to bring me off. She went home after a while and when I finished work on the Council Bin lorry after a gruelling ninety minute shift from half ten to twelve and after a few bevvies down the Red Lion I went and had a word with Al and he said come down the Lib Dem meeting room and have a chat to the Committee, it sounded all right, so I went to see Stan Greening and Margaret Ash down Whetherfield Lib Dem Association's office in Clare Street, a grotty little place over Mr Plaice the kebab shop. They kept me hanging about for ages, and then asked all these stupid questions like "How long have ...
    you been interested in Politics Mr Althwaite?" they asked. "Since yesterday why?" I asked "Oh, and what would like to see change in the next four years?" they asked. "Get rid of the Pedophiles mainly," I said. "And?" Miss Ash added. "The queers." I added, "And pay the workers more." "What about Immigrants?" Stan asked. "Oh yes, and them." I agreed. "Mr Althwaite seventy per cent of our active members are lesbian or homosexual!" Miss Ash exclaimed. "Right, I got nothing against Lesbians," I said, "Al's got some good videos of." "Mr Althwaite, please!" Miss Ash exclaimed as she blushed crimson, "Look Im not saying I want to watch you," I reassured her. "Ugh you horrible, horrible man," she says losing her marbles. "Mr Althwaite," Stan Greening suggested, "I suggest you try the BNP if you wish to become a councillor, now please leave." I bet he regretted saying that, dopy bugger. "Right, thanks," I said, "For nowt!" and I stormed off out, fucking BNP for christs sake, load of morons, spiky haired thugs, I knew they met in the Flying Pig on Rosamund street so I went straight round. "You right Johnno?" someone asked, it were Norman Biggins from the Butchers, dressed all in black like a pregnant SS officer he was, see we played footie for the school under 13 team before he got too breathless from the fags. "Yeah, you?" I asked. "All right, what you drinking," he asked. "Fucking cyanide," I said, "Fucking Lib Dems told me to fuck off." "And me," he said, "Just because I battered that ...
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