1. The Councillor


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

    foot, "Do you love me Johnno?" she says in mid fuck. "What's not to love," I says, "I reckon I do, it's like you always been here." "Oh Johnno!"she says and gave my prick an extra squeeze that sent cum bursting up my shaft to flood her insides, "I love you too!" she said, "Now what about these Pedos you got to sort out." "Bloody hell Sandra!" I said, "How should I know that's Al's problem," but it weren't because Billy came round with a load of old meat hooks which were rusty or bent or blunt. “Bloody hell Billy, I wasn’t fucking serious!” I said. “Well that’s a fucking shame,” Billy said sadly, “I quite fancied ramming a few of these up Pedo’s fucking asses and letting them swing from fucking lamp posts.” “Tell you what, if I get elected I’ll fucking do it,” I agreed pretty stupidly. I went round with some BNP leaflets next day, "BNP" I says knocking on the doors. "What you going to do for us?" people asked. "Fuck all, I just want the nine grand a year for doing fuck all," I said. "Fucking hell an honest politician," or "Bollocks," or "Fuck off." was the replies. Poor old Al was doing the Lib Dem ones, round the posh bit of town. "You let the students down and the anti tory lobby down and the Yackity Yackity Yack," the Lib Dem supporters banged on, "That Nick Clegg." Poor old Al thought they meant the old codger who cleaned the bogs outside the Town Hall, he never realised Nick Clegg was deputy Prime Minister, and if he did he thought he was a Tory. I had me own ...
    troubles, "What about the Pakistanis?" someone asked. "Well who else wants to sell fags at two in the morning, all the corner shops would have to close if they went home," I explained. "What about the Chinese?" they said. "Well who's going to run the chip shop?" I replied and they saw my point. "What about the Muslims," they asked. "Better than the fucking Jehovahs witnesses, and what about the fucking Moonies and Scientologists, most of them are Pedo's." I told them, anyway by dinner time twenty people said they would vote for me and the rest said they wouldn't vote BNP even if there wasn't any other candidate, so reminded them voting was Friday, a day later than anywhere else because it was a day off for the Muslims. "And if you don't like the BNP write summat nasty like "Fuck the BNP," across ballot paper," I suggested. I don't remember the election, I had ten pints at dinner time and a few more after tea and we went down Town Hall, I sort of slumped in a chair and then after a lot of fuss the results were announced. “Alan Alvin Allington, Lib Dem, One hundred and Two votes, Winston DeLaney Makatuka, Labour, Ninety Eight votes, Norman Stanley Biggins, Brentford Nationalist Party, Seventy Four votes,” some prat prattled on, “And I duly declare the aforementioned Alan Alvin Allington to be the duly elected councillor, duly elected for the Ingleside ward of Whetherfield Borough Council,” he said in stunned disbelief. “Fucking hell Al, you’re on!” I gasped. “Bloody hell,” Al said. ...
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