A General Erection - Sex Stories

A General Erection

... lifts one leg and strokes the inside of Gerry’s leg. She goes higher and higher, until the tip of her shoe rests against his balls. She can feel the weight of his sack, resisting her shiny stiletto. “Oh fuck!” “Hmmm…? Can’t you handle me, Gerry? I wonder what he Herald would make of my little story, eh?” “You wouldn’t?” “I can read it all now. Top Fleet Street editor seduced by ‘the porn MP.’" “There’s no evidence!” “Unless you count the hidden camera and microphone on my desk.” “What?!” “I’m sure your bulging erection has been captured very nicely.” “Oh shit!” “Now, what would the headline be, I wonder? ‘A general erection, maybe?” “What do you want, Jenny?” “A deal. That is all. I’ll send you away with a smile, if you’ll print a full and I mean a full retraction on Monday. And of course, ‘the tape’ has to go missing.” “Okay.” “Now, where were we…” Jenny rolls her chair towards Gerry and begins to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his trousers with her other hand. She slides her palm over the outline of his inflated penis, and licks her lips. “Hmmm... there's plenty for a girl to work with here.” Gerry nods and smiles nervously. The naughty election candidate stands and unbuttons her blouse with one hand as she massages Gerry’s cock with the other. Her cleavage is like two half-moons, squished together between the cups of her brassiere. She unzips her skirt, the catch making an audible ‘snick’ and then a delightful ‘swoosh’ as it slides against her nylons. Gerry’s cock is now at ...

... its full hardness as Jenny resumes her seat and takes hold of his trunks. “I’m feeling more upbeat about this election, Gerry. I think we might form a majority after all.” “Jenny, I think… we all know it’s going to be… ooh...a hung parliament.” She pulls his pants down and reveals as fine a specimen as she could hope to see. “Hmmm… You should enter politics, Gerry. It would be a very well hung parliament!” Gerry takes a sharp intake of breath and Jenny wraps her lips around his cock. “Oh fuck! Jenny! This isn’t happening.” “Hmmm…” Jenny licks him with perfect pressure and strokes the bulbous end between long, gentle sucks of his beautiful phallus. His cock pounds against her tongue, as she works his shaft. “Jenny! Oh fuck, that’s good!” Jenny gazes up at him with her sultry brown eyes as she fellates his cock, lovingly. If there was one thing Jenny learned at uni, apart from history, it was how to give good head. She had perfected the art. Holding his dick between two fingers, her tongue flicks his banjo string and then rolls around the tip. She knows the most sensitive parts. The little groans and whimpers tells a girl just what hit the spot. Nice and slow and plenty of eye contact was the key, as well as a liberal amount of saliva drizzled over the cock. She laps her tongue along the length of his shaft, lingering around the head. A long strand of spit stretches from his bell end to her tongue. She gathers it up with her tongue and drools over his shiny wet head. She loved ...