One of the great things about being a politician, reflected John Neal as he reclined in his leather-backed chair in Portcullis House, just over the road from the House of Commons, was that you got to spend a lot of time away from home. Not that he didn't miss his wife, of course: he phoned her every night and made the usual noises about how sorry he was to have to be away from their constituency home for so long. But you know - Commons business, one has to do ones duty to the electorate.
Now, to be fair to him, most of the time he was away from home John was indeed doing his best to further the interests of his constituents and his country. But for a small minority of the time he was, sadly, forced to use this as a cover for his favourite pastime - fucking sexy young escort girls from top London escort agencies.
In fact, as far as John was concerned this wasn't quite so much a hobby as the indulgence of a passion for an art form. Like many people who have a strong will for power, his others desires were also strong, and barely a week went by when he didn't spend at least a little time with a blonde, brunette or redhead escort. Sometimes he treated himself and book and incall or outcall appointment with a pair of sexy bisexual escorts - though he usually did his best to make sure that this was a Friday night; he might legitimately have some business in London on the Saturday morning, but he would be too worn out after his exertions with a pair of callgirls to make the most of a full day's politicking.
One problem he did have, sometimes, was funding his adventures. Spending time with the very best escort girls in London - and John was only satisfied with the creme de la creme - cost really quite a large amount of money. In his early years as an MP he had amassed rally quite considerable debts as he indulged his taste for escorts. However, as the years had gone by things had got better. His party had been in government for nearly ten years, and a few stints in junior ministerial posts, along with the regular backhanders he was able to take from corporations and foreign governments, ensured that he was able to enjoy himself on a regular basis and not worry too much about the financial consequences.
Such was the case now. As John leaned back in his chair, the pair of sexy escort girls he had booked for the afternoon had just finished stripping off. Dasha and Katia were both 19 and blonde, with slim, smooth bodies and pert boobs; John, who as a politician found it useful to be good with statistics, estimated that both pairs were in the 34dd range. Both girls had clearly spend some time with the tweezers and wax, as they were completely smooth - right down, as John had requested when he had phoned the escort agency that morning, to their pussies. He could make out two tight, neat slits. Both of them were glistening already with lubrication. John sighed with satisfaction. He wasn't what you would call a good-looking guy by any measure, but he was always pleased when the power he wielded turned girls on, as is invariably did.
He continued to lie in his chair, and the two naked escorts continued to stand in front of him, looking expectant. Clearly they were both relatively new to the London escort business, which, John supposed, was only to be expected given their relative youth. More experienced escorts would have been all over him by now. Still, young ladies have to learn somehow, and John was quite happy to do the teaching.
Not that he was going to make a lot of effort, however - that wasn't what he was paying for. Instead, he simply inclined his head towards his groin. Dasha got the message first, and kneeled down next to his chair. She found the bulge of his cock and began to rub it through his trousers. Getting the idea quickly, Katia kneeled down on the other side and joined in. Both girls were running their smooth, small hands over John's crotch. His cock began to grow and swell to the point where it was uncomfortable contained within his trousers.
The girls realised this and wasted no time in unbuttoning and unzipping, gently pulling his cock free. There is no sensation quite like having four cool, smooth hands lift a newly-hard cock, and as the girls wrapped their fingers around his shaft, tickled his balls and began to stroke his foreskin up and down he felt himself grow even harder.
Dasha again took the lead by bobbing her head down and wrapping her mouth around him. There was no playful tongue-teasing. She took him down all the way in one gulp so he could feel the very tip of his cock brushing the soft, wet flesh at the back of the escort girl's throat. Dasha sucked for a while, fast and firm, making his as hard as she could.
By now the girls had evolved a plan, it seemed. John wasn't to come in Dasha's mouth, but in Katia's pussy. After a couple of dozen pulls, Dasha, with seeming reluctance, took John's cock out of her mouth and held it upright. Katia quickly put a leg over him and began to lower her pussy down on his cock. Dasha held his cock upright with one hand, and, with the other, reached between Katia's legs and, with her fingers, spread the other girl's pussy wide.
The effect for John was that his cock seemed to penetrate immediately into the warm, tight depths of Katia's pussy. Her aim was to make him cum, hard, deep and fast. She pushed herself forward, pressing her body and her round breasts against him in her office chair, and began to pump her pelvis hard. Simultaneously, Dasha rubbed her fingertips around the base of John's penetrating cock while tickling his balls with her other hand.
He couldn't take much of that. After just a few strokes he came hard and deep inside the young, blonde eastern European escort, pumping what felt like a very large load of cum indeed into her willing depths.
