Reverse Cowgirl

Candidate Paige Myer wanted a picture of incumbent Ned Clark’s erect penis. In a close election it would be a splendid advantage. Her brain swam with the headlines:Clark Exposed. Opposition Stiffens. And her personal favorite: Scandal Blows Clark’s Chances.As Paige hurried from her campaign headquarters a frown formed on her pretty, spoiled face. How bad did she want to win, anyway? Ned Clark was a fine public servant, a valued mentor, and friend.

He was also the best lay she ever had.

Twice a week she secretly climbed the stairs to Ned’s condo. With his ancient long-play stereo and impeccable manners Ned taught Paige the Samba, the Rumba, and the Foxtrot. She taught him the Sixty-Nine and Reverse Cowgirl.

Paige kissed him. The capital shone through his window. As a state senator Ned had fully enjoyed its perks. Not for long, she thought.

“What’s your decision?” she asked.

Ned flipped through record albums.

“Oh, you can be on top tonight.” He dropped the needle on the turntable. A Salsa filled the room.

“I was talking about our debate.”

“Oh, that. Why should I debate you?” he asked. “I’m ahead in the polls.”

“It’s the manly thing to do,” she said. “And besides, you might get to be on top. For once.”

“Intriguing.”

Candidate Clark took her in his arms.

“I’ll have my people call your people. About the debate, I mean.” Paige missed the shrewd gleam in his eye.

They danced into the bedroom. In choreographed stages they undressed each other, nylons, silk tie, stockings and brassiere. Paige favored black garter belts. Ned wore a key chain and cuff links. Her red lipstick stained his collar. His five-o’clock shadow scratched her cheek. With her big breasts, long legs, wide ass and startling thatch she might have passed for a thirties gun moll. And Ned? You expected a revolver and fedora on the nightstand.

Naked, her back to him, Paige snapped a condom over his fat cock. Ned admired her big backside as she straddled him. When she pushed it in he gasped. Up and down she rode, slowly at first, then faster, and faster yet. Banging away, her hands ranged over her belly, her impressive beaver. Her boobs jounced a bit as Ned bucked underneath.

Total control. That was what she craved. Fingering herself, she could imagine getting fucked by twenty-eight guys. Or imagine fucking the snotty blonde receptionist in her office. She would like to stick her tongue up her pussy all the way to her throat.

The mirror above Ned’s dresser caught her reflection. She watched his cock slide in and out, in and out, feeling it all the way to her belly button. She jacked faster and faster. Her clit bulged. She was going to come like a fire hose, like a goddamn volcano. Here it comes, she thought. Oh, here it comes!

Her orgasm was a gunshot of pleasure.

She retrieved a small camera, hidden in the sheets. Ned was too exhausted to notice. The aperture softly clicked.

The debate seemed a mistake, but Ned was nothing if not crafty. The Old Fox, as he was known, assured his staff he could turn a slight advantage into a sure win. He dialed Paige at her office.

“I’ve agreed to the debate,” he said.

“Why, Ned, I didn’t expect this.”

“Perhaps you would like to thank me.”

“I would.”

“And just what you would do? Ahem, to thank me.”

Paige reached under her skirt. She and Ned were old hands at this. It broke up the monotony of public service.

“Well, I might be persuaded to… suck your cock.”

“Indeed. Details?”

“I take down your pants. Sloowly. Then I run my fingernails up your balls. The elevator door opens.” Paige’s hand moved up and down, stroking her pussy through her shear undies. It was a most excellent feeling. She reached into a drawer for a slender dildo. The office dildo, she called it.

“The elevator opens?” Ned asked, boner in hand. Every so often it smacked a file drawer. That hurt. “What about onlookers?”

“You know I like to be watched,” Paige said. Pulling her underwear aside she slipped in the dildo. It was smooth and cool. Her story expanded to include a busty lawyer and an unusually cooperative elevator attendant. Holding the dildo all the way in she jacked and jacked. Chairs rattling, pens clattering, Paige and Ned came together.

With a satisfied sigh she hung up…

For the debate, the candidates assumed a more dignified mood. They eyed each other with cold, calculating stares. Between them sat poor Marlys Wilbrough, independent candidate from Hockerville. Victory was the furthest thing from her mind. At the moment she hoped her slip didn’t show.

Senator Ned Clark rose to deliver his opening remarks.

“Citizens,” he began, his baritone filling the room. “I come here today to discuss your future, all our futures. But something far more important has been brought to my attention. I have a tape,” Ned held up a cassette. A murmur rippled. “I have a tape of my opponent, Ms. Paige Meyer, detailing sexual relations outside the hallowed institution of marriage!”

Paige leapt up. “You bastard!”

“Disgraceful, perverse relations…” Ned continued.

“You recorded me? How could you?”

“Lustful, degrading…”

She turned to the audience. “Don’t listen to him!” Fumbling with her notes she cried, “Look! I have pictures! I have pictures of Mr. Ned Clark engaged in lewd and obscene acts. Look at HIS PENIS!”

“Vile, Obscene…”

“HIS PENIS, ladies and gentlemen!” Paige Myers handed out pictures. “Fat! Erect! Sticking out!”

Paige gave a photo to Marlys, another to the Daily Globe, and one to Mrs. Leo Abernathy of the Ladies Aid Society, who promptly fainted. Both camps rushed the stage. Cameras tipped over. Bodies fell into the crowd.

The debate ended early.

“SHOCKER!” the Daily Globe screamed. The front page showed Marlys Wilbrough with her mouth open, eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. The independent candidate from Hockerville had been married for thirty-seven years. She taught Health, Hygiene, and Well-Being at the community center. She had four children and eight grandchildren and had never actually seen an erect penis.

Neither, evidently, had the voting public. Marlys won in a landslide.

Well, that’s that, Ned thought, watching Senator Wilbrough’s acceptance speech. The capital glowed as ever in his bedroom window. It might as well be the moon. He turned off the TV and kissed Paige, who slept beside him.

It certainly looked to be a dull four years. More so for some, he imagined, than others.

c 2006 Nikki Sinclair

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