Erection Campaign

Lena was on just about the most unusual outcall appointment she'd ever been in during her brief career as a Kiev escort girl. Usually when clients rang the escort agency cshe worked for they asked for the young easter European call girl to be sent on an outcall appointment to a hotel or a private home. Just as often they asked for an incall appointment at her Lesi Ukrainki Street flat.

She'd never asked to turn up at a television studio before. Her escort agency manager told her not to worry, as they guy on the phone had been very nice and assured her that Lena would not be interviewed or filmed.

But that didn't stop her being puzzled. She arrived at reception and was ushered upstairs into a small 'green room' - where TV guests waited before they went in front of the cameras. The flunk who'd taken the call girl upstairs invited her to fix herself a drink from the minibar, gave her an envelope marked 'instructions' and left the room.

Slightly nervous, the 19-year-old blonde escort made herself a gin and tonic and opened the envelope. Inside was her fee in cash and a single sheet of paper:

"You have been hired to perform your usual service with a VIP. He is a famous politician whom you will recognise, and he is about to go on air to be interviewed about the forthcoming election. He likes to relax beforehand - helping him do that is your job."

Lena had barely taken this in before the man entered the room. She gasped: she'd not been in the country long, but this man was famous all over the world. He grinned. 'Hi,' he said. 'I guess you must me Lena. Let's have a kiss.'

Before the sexy young escort could even put her drink down he was kissing her passionately, and moving his hands up and down her slim, young body, ruffling and creasing the smart business suit she was wearing for the occasion. Being used to leading, he took charge. Kneeling down to took off her strappy heels, then undid her trousers and pulled them off. She felt his hands working her pussy through her knickers. The didn't stay on long - he pulled them down too. She took off her jacket and was about to unbutton her shirt.

'Don't do that,' he smiled, getting. It's important to be formally dressed for a meeting, don't you think?' She smiled back, and, gaining confidence, fumbled for his cock. In a moment it was free of his trousers. Now it was her turn to be on her knees. The young escort didn't mess about, but took the politician's long cock in her mouth and began to suck deeply. She could feel his hands play in her hair. She took long deep pulls at his manhood, feeling the end grow and swell as it made contact with the back of her throat. With a free hand she reached down to the base of his shaft and began to gently tickle and tease his balls.

Just as he was about to come, she stopped sucking. 'I am thinking it is time you were inside me, sir,' she whispered. Getting up, she headed over to the couch in the corner and bent herself over one of the arms so that her arse was sticking in the air and her head was buried in the soft cushions. It would be a good position to brace herself if he was a hard thruster - and she though he probably would be.

The sexy young escort girl heard him come up behind her and felt his hands run over her smooth arse, then settle, one each side of her lower back. He was preparing to penetrate her. She felt the tip of his cock brushing the skin between her legs. The only question was, which way would he go? Pussy or anus?

She got her answer as she felt his rock solid shaft push deep into her arse. As he began to thrust his hand came underneath her and he pushed a couple of fingers into her sopping wet pussy, pushing them against her upper vaginal wall to feel his own cock in her arse. Her G-spot was squeezed between the pressure of fingers and cock, and she began to gasp and groan. He hushed her - presumably this was one political interview he didn't want to get into the papers. They were both going to have to orgasm as quietly as they could.

And that moment wasn't very far away. The young escort could feel the politician's thrusts into her tight arse get more intense, and the tip of his cock was quivering inside her. With a groan he came. She squeezed her arse muscles, milking him of every last drop. After he'd come he stayed inside her, working her pussy until she reached her own orgasm. The effort of keeping quiet - the young eastern European call girl was usually a "shouter" - made it even more intense than usual.

The VIP slithered his cock out of her and got dressed. There was a knock on the door. 'You're on in two minutes, sir!'

'On my way!' he called back. He opened the door and vanished - leaving Lena knowing exactl how she would cast her vote.