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“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to this meeting. As you know our company is preparing to launch a new cologne in our men’s fragrances line. This cologne has been exhaustively studied by our R&D department and by our staff of scientists and chemists.”But before we put it on the market, I wanted to discuss it with you our board of directors. Each of you has a good deal invested with our company, so I felt you should be in on the decisions made here.”Since this is to be a fragrance used by men and enjoyed by women, I also brought in one of our secretaries, Miss Ramirez, to give us a woman’s viewpoint.”Miss Ramirez, this is the board of directors of our company – Mr. Thompson, Mr, Reynolds, Mr. Peters. There are two others but they couldn’t make this meeting for personal reasons.”All three of the members shook hands with Miss Ramirez respectfully, then took their seats again.”Before you, you see four identical bottles all with plain black labels. No markings or other distinguishing features on them. In one of these bottles is a lesser-known men’s cologne from a competitor’s line.”One has a mixture of a men’s cologne and a women’s perfume. One is just colored water with some bath oil in it for scent, and one has our subject cologne. “No one in this room, myself included, knows which is which – they were all bottled and labeled by an outside company with no ties to us. So this is absolutely as random a blind test as we can do. “Now with all of you watching, we will let Miss Ramirez see what she thinks of all four of our ‘scents’. Miss Ramirez, Lydia, the floor is yours.””Thank you, Mr. Wilcox,” Lydia said, politely. She picked up the first bottle and opened the top. She took a little sniff and turned her head away quickly. “Eww! This smells terrible!” she said handing it back to him. Then she picked up the second one and she opened the top to it. She took a more careful sniff, paused, and took another. “This one doesn’t smell too bad,” she said. She placed it back on the tray as a possibility. She picked up the third bottle and opened it. With a single sniff. “This is the water and bath oil – I recognize it because it’s the same bath oil I use!” Then she picked up the last bottle and opened it. “Now this one I like! Mmm… it smells wonderful… so masculine…” She placed it in front of her.  “All right, now that Miss Ramirez has made her selection, let’s see what we have found out!” Mr. Wilcox said. He peeled away the label on the first bottle, the one she said smelled terrible. It turned out to be the mixture of men’s cologne and women’s perfume.Then he picked up the second bottle and peeled its label off. This one was filled with the competitor’s scent. He took the label of the third bottle and sure enough, it was the water and bath oils. Finally, he took the label off the bottle that Lydia Ümraniye Escort had chosen and it was, in fact, their scent.”Well, I guess this proves it – Miss Ramirez picked our scent out of the four samples!” Mr. Wilcox said, “Now let’s discuss how we are going to market this new addition to our product line.”Lydia, uninterested and oblivious to the business discussions around her, reached for the bottle of cologne they were about to launch. She looked at it again. The liquid inside was a pleasant golden color and a little oily looking.That’s probably because it’s a cologne, she thought.She opened the bottle and squeezed a bit onto her fingers. It felt slippery, not watery like she had thought it would be. She smelled it again and smiled. She really did like the smell of this new cologne.As she was putting the cap back on the bottle, she accidentally spilled a little on the table. “Oh, my goodness! Oh, Mr. Wilcox, I am so sorry! Oh, I will get this cleaned up right away!” she said and she rushed across the hall to the bathroom to get some paper towels.Oh, I hope this doesn’t stain the table! she thought. She raced back into the conference room, but by now the smell of the cologne was all over the room. She began wiping up the spill when the strangest thing happened.Lydia started feeling rather warm. “Oh my, it is getting hot in here!” she said and she removed her jacket. A few seconds later she removed her blouse as well to the amazement of the men in the room! “Oh, I am sooo hot! Oh, I feel odd… I feel… God, I am so horny right now! I want to fuck someone!” she said, loud enough the whole room heard her.Mr. Wilcox was the closest (and most good-looking) man in the room and Lydia turned to him.”Fuck me, Tony! Fuck me now! I need you!” she said. She took off her bra and exposed her ample 36DD tits.”MISS RAMIREZ!” he said, shocked at her behavior.Tony Wilcox knew Lydia as a quiet, almost demure woman who was always professional in her appearance and conduct. Not this sexual wildcat who was now half undressed in the conference room asking – no, telling him to fuck her!In addition, he had never heard her call him by his first name since she started with the company. She was always very respectful, answering only when spoken to and then only with a Mr. Wilcox or Sir. Never with his first name. It sounded strange coming from her – even without the sexual demand behind it!Ignoring the wide-eyed stares and gaping mouths of the men in the room, Lydia began playing with her tits as she continued to beg Tony to fuck her.”C’mon Tony, fuck me! I know you want to… I’ve seen how you look at me! Now fuck me! Lay me on the table and fuck my brains out!” she said.She stepped up to him and put her arms around his neck and began kissing him. On the mouth… on the neck… She Ümraniye Escort Bayan began to take off his tie even as he struggled to keep his clothes on.Tony, wanting to save her from further embarrassing herself, stepped in front of the half-naked woman to shield her from the other men’s ogling eyes. He quickly ushered the other board members out of the room to their dismay.”Mr. Wilcox, I don’t know what’s wrong!” Lydia said in a panic. Part of her was still there, but she was fighting the animal urges the cologne was bringing out in her. “I can’t help it! Oh, I’m so embarrassed… but…  Oh God, I need you, Tony! I need you to fuck me, please!” Lydia pushed Tony back down in his seat and she straddled him, sitting down on his lap facing him. She leaned forward shoving her huge tits in his face rubbing her hard aching nipples across his mouth.”Lick them, Tony! Please, baby, lick my big hard nipples! She did have unusually large nipples, he noticed. Hard and firm and standing tall from their areola bases.Lydia Ramirez was a very beautiful woman – that was why Tony chose her for this meeting… he figured a hottie like her would help convince the board to go ahead with this project if his “experiment” was a success. But he never in his wildest dreams anticipated this kind of result!Still, they were alone now in the conference room. And neither of them were married or attached in any way. And he WAS the CEO of the company after all. He could explain away her unusual reaction as an unanticipated reaction to the cologne.In fact, they could put a warning label on the bottle, “May cause unusual sexual aggression in women” – that would be quite a sales gimmick to boot!So with what he was about to do justified in his mind, he helped her up off his lap and went to the door to lock it so they wouldn’t be disturbed.Then he picked up the bottle of cologne and took off the top. Pouring a bit in his hands, he moved up behind Lydia and rubbed the cologne into her tits from behind, giving her another “dose” of the scent as well as massaging her large sensitive tits and turning her on even more.By now the second exposure to the scent and his hands on her had completely clouded her mind. Lydia, the humble, conservative woman was gone now, replaced with this sexual dynamo who was only interested in her own carnal lusts.Not that Tony minded so much. You see, he had always been interested in Lydia since he hired her two years ago. But being the CEO of the company, it wouldn’t look proper if he pursued his interests in her.After all, she was just a secretary and a fairly new one at that. He didn’t want any hint of impropriety or watercooler rumors about how he hired her for her looks or that she “slept her way to the top”.However, this new turn of events and her reaction to the Escort Ümraniye cologne opened the door for him. And he didn’t become the head of such a large and diverse company as this one by missing out on opportunities – and this was an especially pleasing one!Lydia closed her eyes, laying her head back on his shoulder as his hands worked their magic on her firm, full tits. Lydia’s tits and, especially her nipples, were super sensitive hotspots for her arousal.And Tony was giving them the full treatment!  He pulled her tighter to him and Lydia closed her legs tightly together as her pussy begins to pulsate and her panties start becoming damp. “Oh God, yes Tony! Oh, I love your hands on my tits! Play with my nipples! Pinch them, pull on them. Oh, that’s what I like! My nipples are soo sensitive! I can almost cum just by a guy playing with them!” Lydia moaned. She rubbed her ass up and down his cock bulge, getting him more worked up as well.Tony pushed Lydia forward, bending her over the edge of the conference table so her large tits just grazed the tabletop.He had picked the spot right where she had spilled the cologne that started all this. It still reeked of the stuff which, combined with what he had massaged into her tits, kept her in a constant state of arousal.He pushed himself up against her, letting her feel his bulge as he pressed up against her ass. Lydia wriggled her ass playfully as he continued to massage and fondle her tits.”Fuck, that cologne is making me so fucking horny! I need you to fuck me, Tony, I really need a hard cock in me. I don’t care if it’s my ass or my pussy, just pick a hole and plug it, please! Fuck me right now!”Tony didn’t need any further coaxing. He pulled Lydia upright and taking her by the arm he pulled her around to the other side of the conference table where there was more room.There he pushed her to her knees and Lydia looked up at him with a broad smile. She knew exactly what he wanted and she was only too pleased to give it to him. She started massaging the large bulge in his pants. She leaned forward, licking the bulge he created in his pants and letting him know he was in for a treat! But Lydia couldn’t wait any longer – she needed to see what would very soon be buried deep in one of her hungry holes! She still wasn’t sure which one he would choose, but that didn’t matter to her, so long as he fucked her hard and thoroughly!She raised up on her knees and unbuckled his pants, pulling them down where they fell to the floor. She got a better look at what he had to offer when she saw the bulge he created in his boxers. “Oooh, Mr. Wilcox!” she said, smiling up at him.She pulled down his boxers, eager to lay her eyes on whatever was causing such an enormous deformation in his shorts. As she pulled the flimsy garment down, she met Tony’s impressive eight-inch cock face to face!Lydia’s eyes grew wide at the size of his hard, fat cock. “Oh my God, Mr. Wilcox!” she exclaimed. She bit her lower lip playfully as her hand stroked slowly around the base of his shaft. Lydia held the cock for a moment, examining it and admiring the size and hardness of the velvety steel shaft. 

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We talked the next morning, about our future, and about sex. It seemed more comfortable somehow after our night of fantasy.It had been three years since Michael moved on. Ever since the time Michael left us it was understood that Linda might take advantage of an opportunity to seduce a man she couldn’t resist – that rare man who “gets” her and she considers “worthy” of her body. There had been only two of them, nearly a year apart – a very, very young artist she described as “wiser than his years”, with a body she still raved about, and a slightly older couple at a party one night, but then they had seduced both of us.Linda remained worldly and a bit aloof around my friends, which to my surprise, made her more attractive to a few of them. They’d comment on her looks while doing their best to make it sound like a compliment, but I could always tell when they they secretly wished they could fuck her. Linda routinely kept the men’s advances in our social circle at bay; her looks and refined sexuality intimidated all but the bravest Ataşehir Escort of them. Most often their courage came from a bottle after spending a few quiet moments with her. I’d watch at a distance while she toyed with their egos for a while before she shamed them into an embarrassing retreat. It was hard to blame them at times though; Linda could be ravishing in the outfits she chose to bring them just a little too close to the flame.Linda’s stories became ones she’d unveil little by little while we fucked in the dark, quiet refuge of our bedroom. Each time she’d recount them softly, sometimes breathlessly, next to my ear on my pillow, she’d add some small detail that elevated her tale to a new level of surprising perversity. I’d wonder if each new version she spun was secretly rationed, held back for a time when the rest had lost the ability to surprise and excite me. It didn’t matter to me whether her embellishments were true or not at the time; her guilleless confessions always Ataşehir Escort Bayan followed after her stories took us to the edge of a precarious cliff and pushed us over, sweaty and writhing into the beckoning abyss.”Are you ever jealous, even once in a while, when I tell you how tempted I am to have sex with another man?” she had asked, out of the blue. “I know you like to hear my stories, but do you ever worry? That I might fall for one of them? Or that there might be another Jordan out there who would gladly try to seduce me with the same addiction? “”Have I given you any reason to think so? That I worry?” I asked.”No, never. But I can’t help wondering sometimes. You see how men look at me, how some even approach me the very first time and assume I’ll fuck them. I could stop if you wanted me to. Would you miss my little stories? We could always find other kinky ways to fuck.”She was dressing as we talked, and I had hoped when we paraded back through the hotel lobby to check Escort Ataşehir out that she’d wear the same outfit she wore the night before. Instead, she had packed a fitted, copper-colored fall blouse and a pair of skin tight blue jeans. The blouse hugged her slim waist, emphasizing her bust and shoulders.”Could you keep the bra and panties in your bag?” I begged. “I’d like showing you off a little before we leave, even if it’s just a hint of your bare breasts under the blouse. I’m sure there’ll be at least a few hungry guys at breakfast who would appreciate it – I mean other than myself.”She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me while she unfastened and shrugged off her bra. “Well, I guess that answers my question then. And I can read your mind – you’d have me go to breakfast naked if I wouldn’t be arrested, wouldn’t you, you pervert?””I shamelessly admit that watching all the men in this hotel drool at the sight of your perfect, naked body would make my day.””Seriously, David – you really don’t ever get jealous, at all?”I hadn’t counted on how the blouse would thrust her breasts upward, straining the few buttons fastened over them. The open buttons at the top displayed a tantalizing, open V of perfect, ivory flesh against the darker, silky material. The faint rise of her nipples beneath the fabric made my mouth water.

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My job as a management consultant requires me to travel quite extensively – I am gone more than I am home. Which I don’t mind, as I love to travel, seeing new places, and meeting new people.But traveling so much doesn’t lend itself well to any kind of a social life or more importantly a relationship. It’s something I have come to accept over the years, although there are times when I question the path I have chosen and whether it’s all worth it. Oh well, if the job was perfect, they wouldn’t call it work, would they!I’ve been traveling like this for about eight years now and I’ve been all over the country and also to a few places overseas. I’ve also become quite good at selecting where I stay when I’m traveling – you could say I am a hotel room connoisseur!I seem to be able to look at the listings and choose the room that will best suit my needs even though the listings are typically vague or, at times, just plain bullshit!On this latest trip, I was staying at this unremarkable little off-brand hotel set a few streets away from the regular tourist attractions and sights. I was in Miami on business, not pleasure. And I needed a place where it was quiet so I could concentrate on my work.Additionally, the company that hired me chose to have me come down in March – prime “Spring Break” time for this area, which was another reason I chose this hotel. Hotels in Miami at this time of year are at a premium, and if I could save some money by staying in a smaller no-name hotel away from the “action”, that suited me fine.As a management consultant, my job was to take a company or business having financial difficulties and show them ways to streamline their operations and work more efficiently saving them money by “trimming the fat” – getting rid of redundant or unnecessary operations the procedures.A lot of people look at me as a company ax-man and it is true that some people who do these unnecessary jobs might have to be reassigned or even let go, but by showing them where they can work smarter, I save the company from complete Kartal Escort financial collapse.With my last two “assignments” being companies up north, I wasn’t really climatized to the hot, humid Miami weather. On the day I arrived, it was 85 degrees with about 80% humidity. I couldn’t wait to get to my hotel room and take off my suit coat and get the air conditioner going!Unfortunately, when I got to the hotel room and was checking in, I was informed that, because the hotel was so small and low-budget, the rooms didn’t have air conditioning “but they do have nice big windows!” the desk clerk told me.Well, what is a trip if it didn’t have a wrinkle or two! I knew that every place else in town was booked to the rafters and I was lucky I wasn’t setting up house in the airport itself, so I went on up to my room.The room was decent I will give it that and as the desk clerk said it did have nice big windows which I opened. However, it didn’t help a whole lot since the hot humid weather I was trying to escape just came indoors! I have a regular routine whenever I first get a hotel room. The first thing I do is get the temperature set where I want it. If it’s too hot I turn on the air conditioner (in this case I opened the window). If it’s too cold I turn on the heater. Once the temperature is right, I strip the bed of the comforter.I also pick up some alcohol wipes on my way to the hotel room and I wipe down the TV remote, all the door handles, and the telephone.It’s not that I’m a germophobe, but those things are notorious for getting people sick and if I am sick I can’t perform my best. I also like to sleep with several pillows and so I called down to the front desk (after I wiped down the phone) and asked for a couple of extra pillows.With my routine taken care of, I decided to lay down and try to get comfortable. I was still too warm so I took off my trousers and laid on top of the sheets to try to get used to Miami weather. I bring along my iPod loaded with my favorite music so I put my Kartal Escort Bayan earbuds in and began listening to my music and relaxing after the long flight.I guess I must have gotten a little too relaxed because I fell asleep.Suddenly I felt a pair of soft lips wrap around my cock, sucking me into its warm, wet mouth. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up with a start. “WHAT THE HELL?” I looked down and saw a young and very attractive hotel maid, kneeling between my legs. She popped me out of her mouth just long enough to explain.”I brought your pillows and knocked but no one answered. So I came in to put them on the bed. I saw you laying there with… well, I just thought I would help you feel a little more… comfortable, Sir. I hope you don’t mind.How could I possibly mind? I mean being awakened with a blow job is never a bad thing, especially it is unexpected and given by such a beautiful and willing attendant.”My name is Stacy,” she said with a smile. Stacy was a real beauty. About 25 years old, she had soft, brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders to about the middle of her back. She had the most beautiful face I had seen in a long time, with soft hazel eyes, and a warm welcoming smile and full moist lips that just ask to be kissed. Her skin was soft and lightly tanned but lacked any tan lines, her breasts were large and rounded, and her legs long.Her uniform seemed to be a little tight on her, almost as if it were a size too small, but that only made it cling to her curvy hourglass figure, showing her off and accentuating her magnificent bust. I have had fantasies from time to time in my travels, of one day getting a chance to have one of these delightful and hard-working young maids and show my deep appreciation for all they do to make my stay as comfortable as possible. And now those moist lips were wrapped around my cock, that mouth sliding up and down my eight inches of rigid flesh.My dream had become reality, thanks to Stacy’s initiative and eagerness to please. Escort Kartal And this was no fantasy.After I overcame my shock at feeling her on me, I relaxed. “No, I don’t mind. By all means, please continue,” I said. Then Stacy sat up. “Just a moment,” she said and got up, going to the door. She pulled her housekeeping cart into the entry of my room. “We don’t want anyone to see the cart outside your room and wonder what we’re up to, now do we?” she said with a mischievous grin. Then she reached into one of the pouches in her cart and pulled out a condom.”You certainly come prepared don’t you?” I said.”Well, Sir, you are not the first guest that has dreamed about having one of us housekeepers. It’s a common fantasy and we all understand that.””Oh? And how many guests have you entertained, Stacy?” I asked.”Only three or four. I haven’t been doing this as long as some of the other girls. And I’m pretty selective. I’ve been asked a few times, but I only go with guys I like.””Well, I will do my best to make sure you have made a good choice then!” I said. “Sir, I’ve been horny all day. I was supposed to go out tonight but my boyfriend had to go out of town for a couple of days. He works for a moving company. And I got called in to work. But I could sure use a good fucking. Think you can help me out?” I nodded dumbly, it was all I could think of to do at the moment.”Good.” She peeled off her maid’s dress, an off the shoulder white and blue gingham number with a white bust area, white apron front, and short puffy sleeves.Under her dress, she wore a turquoise bra with a sexy black lace upper section. She also wore her white tights and her clear uniform heels with the cute blue bow on them. But my eyes were primarily focused on her tits. God this woman had tits to die for!I sat there with my mouth hanging open as she unfastened her front hook bra and set her girls free. “You like them?” she asked. I was so transfixed by these wonders of womanhood that I just stared at them, not even bothering to respond to her question.At that point, she crawled up on the bed, straddled my lap, and shoved her 32E sized tits in my face. I immediately went to town on the massive mammaries, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking and chewing on the hard nub for a few moments before moving to the other nipple to give it a turn as well.

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Andrea finished her coffee, stood up from the breakfast table and stretched. Her tight white blouse and grey skirt showed off her elegant figure.”Right,” she said, glancing at the clock, “I must get to work.” She picked up her car keys from the counter and turned towards the door.”I need a blow job,” he said.”Oh. I’m sorry, I can’t. I’d be late for work, I really have to go.” She looked anxiously at the clock again.”I really need a blow job,” he said, more firmly this time. “Look what you’ve done. That’s your fault, wearing that tight little skirt, you know the effect that has on me. Look.”Andrea froze in the doorway. She really didn’t want to look. She knew she mustn’t look.She looked. She gasped. He was Maltepe Escort fully erect and his shape was clearly outlined through the fabric of his trousers. It thrilled her that she had such a strong effect on him. She felt a tingling between her legs. He was right, it was her fault. Although she had given him two orgasms last night, first with her hand in the early evening, then in bed with her spasming vaginal muscles, she had neglected his needs this morning. Today was Tuesday, and she hadn’t given him a blow job since… it must have been Saturday. “You can explain to your boss,” he said. “I’m sure she would understand that you had to suck your boyfriend’s cock. I Maltepe Escort Bayan expect she’s been late to work for the same reason.”  Andrea thought that was unlikely, but there wasn’t time to debate the issue. She knelt down on the floor in front of him, moved in between his legs and unzipped him, allowing his cock to spring out. Morning erections were the best, she thought, as she reached out and held it, pulling down his foreskin to reveal his smooth, purple head. He was so hard, and lovely and clean after his morning shower. The dark veins showed up prominently under the bright kitchen light. She leaned forward, until he could feel her breath, still Escort Maltepe hot from the coffee, on the tip of his cock.”Is it really the skirt that you like?” she asked, pausing with her mouth an inch away from him.He knew this game. “No, it’s not the skirt itself. It’s the way it shows off your slim waist, your curving hips and your beautiful thighs,” he replied.Having got the approval she wanted, she kissed his tip, opened her moist lips and sucked the head in, stroked the sensitive underside with her tongue. Her lips travelled down, squeezing and massaging his shaft. She heard his slow groan of pleasure as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. He gripped her silky hair in his fist to guide her movements.Trying to finish him off as quickly as possible, she reached in with her hand and gently pulled out his balls, cradling them and rolling them in the palm of her hand, as her lips moved lower and the tip of his cock reached the back of her mouth. She knew he couldn’t last long with this double stimulation.

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Green hedges flashed past the passenger window, occasional gaps and gates giving Ben glimpses of the fields of Warwickshire, the distant trees rendered grey by the March rain. Really not much to keep his attention from Smita’s wedding ring, glinting on her light brown finger below a deep red, painted nail whenever she turned the steering wheel.I really shouldn’t be doing this.He tried to steal a glance at her unseen, but she caught him instantly, her eyes crinkling into lines left by five decades of giving the same smile, and he quickly looked away — he didn’t want her to think he was having second thoughts.“Relax, Ben,” she said and placed that same hand that kept pulling his gaze on his jeans, making his skin look so pasty in comparison. He hoped she didn’t hear his intake of breath. “Patrick won’t be back from his conference until tomorrow, so we have all day and night to have fun.”Her brown eyes sparkled at him before she brought her hand back to the steering wheel. He swallowed and nodded.Don’t feel weird! Just because she’s as old as your mum doesn’t mean you’ve gone oedipal. “Tell me, Ben, who’s your favourite author?”“Terry Pratchett.” Blood rushed to his cheeks as he realised too late he should have lied and said something more sophisticated to a professor of English Literature, but the question had come out of nowhere.She smirked at him. “I should have guessed. No need to be embarrassed; I enjoy his books too. He was a very entertaining author. I always felt sorry for the character ‘Rincewind’.”“Rincewind? The cowardly wizard?”“Yes. Always running away from adventure instead of enjoying the one he’s having at the time. Don’t be a Rincewind and run from what scares you, Ben. You might find things out about yourself that you never knew. Trust me.”“Right, er, Smita.” It still seemed odd, calling her by first name rather than Professor Wilkins. “I won’t. Run, I mean.”The whole situation was surreal. Three years of having her as his course tutor and experiencing nothing but friendly professionalism. Three years of hiding his lust, even from himself. Three years of confusion at finding a woman the same age as his own mother invading his wet dreams. Acıbadem Escort Then one drunken confession at the Student Guild bar somehow led to clumsy fumbling in a dark corridor, and a week later he was accepting an invitation to her home, with no doubt as to what she had planned.Ben’s heart beat faster as they passed the sign announcing the name of a village, the first part obscured by a low hanging tree branch so that only ending, “bourne”, was visible. Fuck, I don’t even know where I’m going. I should ask. But he didn’t. Part of him wanted to let go completely and be totally lost.All moisture evaporated from his mouth when they turned into the local version of the same new housing estate found in every village in England — another reminder of adolescence, this time of visiting his friends’ houses. Friends with mothers he’d tried desperately not to ogle. Identical cream detached houses, perfect for the middle-class to have their home in the country without the inconvenience of an old house and the quirks of terrible insulation that brought. Comfortable, sure, but devoid of all character.Good job that architectural critique happened in my head; we’ve just pulled into the drive of one. He stared at the garage door, his mind going blank. Am I really doing this?“We’re here,” Smita said, popping the safety belt out and opening her door. She ducked back in, strands of black hair that had escaped her loose bun framing her face, large eyes capturing his before they could slide down her proffered cleavage. “Coming?”Gnawing on his lip, he wordlessly got out, almost falling when his legs tangled themselves in the straps of his backpack. Nervously, he scanned the surrounding windows for the twitching curtains he associated with these dens of judgemental hypocrisy but saw nothing. He shivered in the drizzle, regretting his decision to attempt at dressing up in a semi-smart shirt instead of his usual comfortable, invisibilising black hoody and t-shirt.It probably looks ridiculous with jeans and Cons, anyway. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts.Smita had certainly made an effort, though, between hurried train station pick-up Acıbadem Escort Bayan in the rain and driving, it was only now that he had the time to admire the tight navy blue dress hugging her figure. Not an outrageously slim figure attempting to conceal her years, but a gorgeously curvy one Ben struggled to avoid staring at every tutorial, although the indentations made by her underwear in her flesh were not usually quite so noticeable.So hot for a lady in her early fifties, he began thinking for the thousandth time and then caught himself. I should stop reminding myself of her age, he told himself, but it was hard. Fifty really shouldn’t count as old, but to a twenty-one-year-old, that was how it felt.She turned the key in the loan and entered, switching on the light to transform the doorway into an inviting golden gateway in the dreary early spring afternoon. He exhaled and entered. The door clicked shut, and she turned to him.Her fingers brushed his as she took his bag and dropped it under the coat rack. His safety net gone, he became hyper-aware of himself — the awkward way his arms hung at his sides, the millimetre gap between his dry lips, his bad posture. His gaze kept being drawn to the signs of their age difference, like the lines on her face or the faint wrinkles in her cleavage, so close and on display with the low cut of her dress.With a predatory glint in her eye, she advanced, her two-inch heels giving her a slight height advantage over him. She paused, giving him one last chance to back out.“I’ve been waiting all semester for this,” she told him.“M-me too,” he answered. “Longer, actually.”He could smell a perfume, but what do twenty-one-year-old men know about the perfume choices of women thirty years their senior? There was also the bite of tobacco from the cigarette she’d been smoking while she waited for him at the station and the faint taste of it in the air that you get in a smoker’s house. Another step, and their lips connected. Hers were soft, with a light down of fine hairs. He let go and melted into her. Lessons from his handful of exes flew out the window, forgotten, but she Escort Acıbadem was patient, guiding his tongue with hers when it flicked between her teeth.She tasted of cigarettes and mints.Pushing him back against the door he had just entered through, she pressed her body against his. He tried and failed to act more experienced than he was, moving his hands over her dress hesitantly, then, as he got bolder, descending down her back, pausing and then daring to grab her arse. Breaking from the kiss, he moved his mouth down her neck as he had seen in movies and pawed somewhat clumsily at her breasts, the nipple hardening against his palm through her clothes.Her hand slid confidently from his waist to the bulge straining at his jeans, squeezing it. In a smooth, elegant movement, she sank to her knees, her other hand sliding from his neck over his shirt to his fly. With practised fingers, she undid the buttons and freed him from the confines of his boxers, stroking the underside gently and smiling as it jerked upwards from her touch.“Mmmm, gorgeous, Ben,” she said. She gave it a playful kiss and then ran her tongue down to his balls and back again. “I love the taste of young cock.”She gave some more teasing licks, then opened her mouth and took him in. Though she kept her movements light, he worried he might cum right then, watching his dick disappear between her lips. Trying to delay his climax, he looked away, concentrating on the bland white and cream of the suburban home. A table by the stairs with a picture of her with a man he recognised from photos in her office as Patrick, her husband, caught his eye. Holiday snaps featuring his cheerful, bespectacled face and rather portly, frequently sunburnt semi-naked body covered the opposite wall.No wonder she wants a younger, slimmer model like me.Moments later, he spotted a photo of their wedding in Warwick — he remembered her telling him that just because she was born in Mumbai didn’t mean she got married there — showing him with less belly and more hair on his head. Next to it was a more recent one of the couple standing under a banner congratulating them on their silver anniversary, which gave him a jolt of guilt.Shit! Am I really willing to risk wrecking the poor man’s marriage for a fuck?Smita picked that moment to take a break and look up at him, smiling. Her wedding ring flashed in the light as she stroked her hand up and down his shaft, and a shiver of wrongness that felt so right ran down his spine.

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My name is Debbie Smart. I divorced Mike three years ago, my childhood sweetheart, before becoming my spouse. We had a sexually fulfilling marriage, dominated by my obsession with the cane and Mike’s love of fucking my arse.We gradually drifted apart until Mike found true love, so he told me with his nineteen-year-old trainee!!I am a thirty-five-year-old blue-eyed blond, a bisexual sex-mad nymphomaniac with a rampant corporal punishment fetish that I like to enjoy as often as possible.My friends tell me I am a beautiful-looking woman and am lucky enough to have the looks and personality that have never left me short of friends or lovers.After leaving Warwick University with a first-class law degree, I have a rewarding job as a partner in a law practice. My colleagues at work respect me as a person and have no idea of my promiscuous lifestyle.I can’t even imagine what they would think if they knew that Debbie, their so respectable director loved screaming while her bum was caned by a man or woman and then crying tears of joy while having her pussy eaten or being fucked up the arse.I keep my private life discreet although friendly with the staff, I ensure that I have no meaningful relationships at work, male or female. I avoid getting too close to people and rarely mix socially with colleagues apart from lunch or the odd outing after work.Little did I realise my world was about to change for the better when we recruited the talented Daisy Adams from the C.P.S. I had often locked horns with Daisy in court, admiring her style and the natural way she played a jury. When one of the partners was due to retire, I recommended we approach Daisy and the board gave me their blessing to speak on their behalf.They had often heard me sing her praises and two of the board members had been impressed when seeing her in action. If I am honest, it wasn’t just Daisy’s obvious talent that had attracted me, as I found her one of the most sexually attractive women I had ever encountered.She is a year younger than me and has gorgeous chocolate coloured skin, dark smouldering eyes, a beautiful face, and a figure most women envy.I have often laid in bed fantasising about caning daisy’s beautiful palms before having rampant sex with her. While masturbating, I imagine it’s Daisy’s caned hands rubbing my clitoris as I make myself explode. Anadolu Yakası Escort I dream of those voluptuous lips sucking my pussy while she nibbles my clitoris. “God”, how I pray one day Daisy will want to fuck me as much as I do her.We had become close acquaintances and often sat together at lunch away from our legal teams discussing all sorts. We had become extremely comfortable in each other’s company and Daisy seemed to enjoy mine as much as I do hers.She explained that her father was English and served in Barbados as the senior attaché to the Foreign Office for many years. He had fallen in love with and married her mother, a lovely young beautiful Barbadon with a personality to match.Daisy showed me a photograph of her mother and sister that she carries in her purse. I think Daisy is stunning but “God,” I thought these women looked out of this world.She told me she had two siblings, one an elder brother who is married and lives in the States. Then Daisy added her younger sister Monique whose photograph I had just seen and is the Great Britain gymnastics team manager.She said that she had moved to England when she was seventeen with her family. The plan was always to attend an English University and gain her law degree. Even if her father hadn’t returned to the U.K., she would have on her own to continue her education.With her qualifications and background, she had no problem gaining entry to Oxford University. Her principal tutor recommended her to the C.P.S. who had unhesitantly employed her when she left  Oxford with a first-class Honours degree in law.I rang Daisy and arranged to meet Friday evening after work at the King’s Head in Covent Garden for a drink and to discuss the proposition that my firm had for her. She thanked me for recommending her and said she was interested as the opportunity to be a partner in a highly respected law firm was very appealing.She added she felt the time to move on was now and this provided a tempting opportunity to fulfil her ambition to practise in the private sector. Daisy also added that the salary offer was enticing but not a significant priority compared to job satisfaction.I said I would arrange a time and date for the interview, ring her but added it should be a mear formality if she accepts our offer as Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan we all wanted her.I asked if she had any plans for the evening as I was free all night. Daisy told me she had been very much single for three months since splitting with her long-term boyfriend and said she was so enjoying my company she would be delighted to continue.We found a reasonably quiet corner table and the wine was freely flowing. I explained to Daisy about my ex and that I was divorced. I added details of my career to date, my time at Uni and briefly my time at school. We were very chatty by now, not drunk but undoubtedly happy. Much to my delight, Daisy started to tell me about her schooling in the Windies.The school she had attended was the most prestigious on the island and well regarded by British Universities. Apart from a few scholarship pupils, it was a substantial fee-paying school.All the girls were required to pass a written entrance exam and a stiff interview before being enrolled. She told me her mother was a former head girl and her father a school governor but had satisfied all the entry requirements under her own steam.She said she had gained three top-grade “A” levels while her sister Monique who enrolled the year after her, went one better, passing the top grade with four.I said she was a very talented schoolgirl who had, no doubt, been the perfect pupil. I subtly led Daisy into my favourite subject by asking her how the staff had motivated and controlled the behaviour of pupils during her schooling.She told me all parents were required to sign up to a learning contract that, among other things, included the use of corporal punishment. It consisted of a strapping from the teachers to the ultimate deterrent of a headmistress caning.I became wet and my pussy was leaking as I had often imagined the gorgeous Daisy receiving a caning when playing with myself in bed at night.I told Daisy I bet they had never found cause to punish her with the strap or cane. She held out her palms and told me she couldn’t remember how often they were strapped in class as this was the accepted punishment for behavioural or performance failings. She held my hand as she told me the strap severely stung but although still a deterrent, not many girls screamed or cried Escort Anadolu Yakası after their first encounter with the belt.She added to her knowledge there wasn’t a girl in the school who had escaped the strap on more than one occasion and even the so-called goody two shoes had often felt their palms stinging. Daisy added that she had to admit the end justified the means as, academically and with their sporting prowess, the school’s record was the finest in Barbados. If ever they needed an argument for corporal punishment, her school provided one.I felt so horny Daisy’s hand in mine listening to her story that I was close to filling my knickers with love juice. I wanted Daisy so much my throbbing pussy was about to explode as I stroked her tender palm.Daisy then told me a headmistress caning was the ultimate deterrent and rarely used. She added the Headmistress administered the cane when other schools would probably have expelled the troublesome culprit. Daisy said to her knowledge the Head had never caned any of her class and only knew of the one girl punished for bullying.She told me the Headmistress was a fearsome woman and her mother once told her that she caned a girl on her bare bum but I thought this was more schoolgirl rumour than fact. Daisy said she had never imagined receiving a caning from Ms James, the Headmistress, in her wildest nightmares. Until that fateful day when summoned to the office with her sister Monique and her sister’s best friend Cully Barnaby.The bell sounded for final orders before Daisy had told me the tale. Daisy looked me in the eyes while squeezing my hand, asking if I would like to come back to her place as tomorrow was a Saturday and we didn’t have work.The atmosphere between us was intoxicating and Daisy was someone I desired. I told her I would love to hear the rest of her story and so enjoyed her company it would be a pleasure to go home with her. I couldn’t dare imagine but I was sure that Daisy Adam’s felt the same about me as I did her.We left the pub holding hands and I felt so horny I couldn’t help but kiss her. She returned my kiss, hugging me while whispering to excuse her language but she wanted to fuck me so severely her pussy felt alive waiting for my tongue. The wine had done away with all modesty and sex was the only thought on our minds.I don’t know what the taxi driver thought but he looked to be enjoying having two gorgeous women ravishing each other on his back seat. I paid the driver, who winked at me, saying he loved the drive and was sure I had to. I told him to keep the change and I’m sure he never got tired of telling his mates what happened in the back of his cab that night.

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I sat there stunned. Carol had just fucked Tom while I watched.  Tom’s cum was seeping out of her cunt.  Her tits were covered with love bites.  She glowed with the aftershocks of orgasmic sex.  She smiled with sexual satisfaction.  She looked up at me with a question in her eyes.  I pulled her to me and held her sticky body.Tom got up, his cock still semi-hard and coated with his and Carol’s intermingled cum.  His cock left a wet trail on Carol’s body. He leaned down and gave Carol a hot kiss and then left. I was thrilled.I thought, sex, Anadolu Yakası Escort sex, sex.  That’s what got me to allow Carol to fuck Tom.  I still had qualms about what we had done, but couldn’t deny the overwhelming thrills.  I asked Carol what she thought of our adventure.  She told me that she loved the sex, loved Tom’s cock, loved me watching, loved the thrill of wild new sex.  But she needed to know if I was OK.Rather than answer her, I started finger fucking her dripping cunt.  I kissed Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan her open lips and shoved my tongue deep into her throat.  I pinched her already hard nipples and moaned into her mouth.I had to reclaim her.  I pushed her down on the sleeping bag and without any foreplay rammed my cock into her cunt.  I could feel Tom’s cum washing over my cock.  Her cunt was warm, wet, and juicy.  Her cunt lips were covered in froth with Tom’s cum, open and freshly fucked.  There Escort Anadolu Yakası was a wildness in my fucking.  I was in a frenzy.  I pummeled her cunt with my cock.  Our fucking was like a madness had taken over.Carol moaned, “Yeahhhh, FFFuck me, Dirty Girl.”My body spasmed, cum was shooting out of me like a machine gun, cum mingled with cum, cock exploding.  I couldn’t stop.  I kept cumming, never going soft, cock, fuck, cock.  Carol pulled me down to a hot open-mouthed kiss.  I slapped her tits and she groaned.  I slapped them again, harder.  Carol, “Oh Yeahhhh, dirty girl girl girl.”She reached up and slapped my face and then did it again.We were like two punch drunk boxers, slapping each other while I kept cumming and cumming in Carol’s cunt.I groaned, “CCunt. Whore. Cunt, slut. Ahhhhh cumming.”Carol froze her face in exquisite ecstasy, mumbling crazy words.

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A buzz from the intercom. It’s Jaan, down at the front door. (I will tell you more about my lovely Jaan a bit later.)His voice is deep, resonant, respectful but with a twinkle of humour too.”Sylvia, your guests have arrived.””Thank you, Jaan. Would you please offer them a drink? I need ten minutes.”The guests are early, eager perhaps? I smooth my dress and check my make-up, and then I put on my mask. A face-covering is an essential feature of my work. I must never allow myself to be recognised.The mask is black and lacey to match my lingerie. It’s sufficient to conceal my identity but leaves my nose and mouth exposed. I take one last look around the room. I like to begin with the room brightly lit. Softer lighting comes later once everyone is settled.A pee, a wipe, a wash of the hands, and now I am ready to receive my unknown visitors.Interestingly, after all this time in Amsterdam, I still feel anxious at this point. I feel perfectly safe with Jaan close at hand, but it sometimes takes a while to relax inexperienced guests.I press the buzzer, and Jaan picks up the phone immediately.”Send ’em up, Jaan!””They are on their way, Madam!”Now there will be a pause as the guests finish their drinks. Then Jaan will show them to the elevator, and I will hear the rattle of the ancient machinery as it clanks and squeals. My home consists of the top two floors of an ancient house on the Keizersgracht. Right at the top, under the eves, is where I sleep and live the everyday life of an Amsterdammer. There’s a tiny kitchen, a good-sized bathroom, and my bedroom faces East and some mornings, the sun simply pours in.In case you are wondering, I live alone here. But I do have girlfriends, no one ‘special’. I know that will happen one day, and meanwhile, I am busy with my work.I hear the elevator doors slam shut, and the cage ascends. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My kind of work is not for the faint-hearted.There’s a metallic clatter as the elevator arrives, and it’s showtime!I step out into the hallway in readiness. As the elevator grill slides back, I stand back a Ataşehir Escort little, half-hidden by the lighting. It all adds to the ‘moment’.”Welcome. My name is Sylvia.” I say brightly, holding out my hand. Two women emerge from the elevator. Both are wearing hooded gowns that conceal their faces in the semi-darkness.The gowns are all part of the mystique of this place and the exclusive services I provide. Some regular guests possess their own, and newcomers are supplied with something suitable by Jaan as they arrive,So, two women. one seems mature, the other young. The elder of the two takes my hand.”My name is Elena. May I introduce my partner Sophia.”I take the younger girl’s hand and give it an affectionate squeeze.”Please come inside and make yourselves comfortable,” I say. I stand aside and let them enter the room first.It’s a crucial moment. I must allow time for my guests to acclimatise to their surroundings. “It’s so beautiful here,” murmured Elena. “Thank you. It is an extraordinary place, is it not?”I am trying to give the impression that I am just as much a stranger here as they are. Now the moment arrives where I must assume control. In a slow, deliberate voice, I say.”If you wish, you may remove your gowns and reveal yourselves.”Elena is the first to throw back her hood and unfasten her gown. She lets it fall to the floor.Elena is an attractive woman in her late forties but with a youthful spirit. Tall and shapely and beautifully dressed, confident and poised. FUCK… it’s my fucking MOTHER! I turn away, gripped the edge of the table. Inside, I am screaming.Struggling to compose myself, I turn back, relying on my mask to conceal my reaction. Now Sophia shrugs back her hood and, as her hands move to unfasten the gown, I realise ‘Sophia’ is my younger sister.With alarm bells clamouring in my head, I say the first thing that comes into my head.”Let’s have some champagne?”Without waiting for a response, I buzz down to Jaan.As usual, he answered immediately. “Champagne Sylvia?””Thank you, Jaan.””Is everything okay, Ataşehir Escort Bayan Sylvia?””Oh yes, very okay thank you, Jaan.”Jaan had detected the tremor in my voice because I am still reeling from the shock of providing sexual services to my own family!Jaan has been like a father to me. I feel safe and protected when he’s around, and he has an instinct about my guests. My lovely Jaan will have checked over anyone entering that elevator.  I need to fill in some details here. You see, I left home a long time ago to escape my father. I haven’t seen any of my family for about twelve years.So by now, my sister would be about eighteen, and here she is so lovely. Slim, leggy, and so pretty. And my mother? How she suffered. My father was brutal to her. My sister and I used to hide in the cupboard under the stairs while it was happening. At last, a knock at the door. Jaan is here and brings me quickly back to the here and now.He brings in two bottles of champagne, a giant ice bucket, and three glasses. Then, with a great show of dignity, he opens the bottle, fills our glasses, buries the bottle in the ice bucket, and leaves the room with a slight bow. Before closing the door, he pauses and looks directly at me and raises an eyebrow. I nod to acknowledge his unspoke question and to let him know that I have the situation just about under control.My guests are settled now. I have overcome my shock and am now turning to my professionalism to sustain me through the next episode.”So.” There’s a single word that is required at this point. It eloquently signifies when my clients need to reveal their desires, their reasons for investing so much money in my services.And so, placing my hands on my knees and looking directly at ‘Elena'”So… “There is no hesitation as my mother turns to her daughter and puts a hand on her shoulder.”Sylvia, I want to watch you fuck Sophia’s brains out.”And, without missing a beat, I reply, “It would be my pleasure. Elena.” Now I need to check because every client’s free consent is paramount here. I reach Escort Ataşehir down to kiss my sister’s lips.”Sophia, is this what you had in mind too?” I whisper.Sophia looks up at me, her brown eyes wide, her pupils dilated. “Yes, Sylvia, you can do whatever you want to me.”No more words are necessary. I smile reassuringly at my little sister and lead her into the bedroom and the candlelight.Elena follows and settles herself on a pile of cushions.And so it begins.I lead the girl to a massive wall mirror, and now Sophia is facing her own reflection, barely a metre away. She is so lovely. Over the years, she has grown into a beautiful young woman.Sophia stands perfectly and lets me unfastened the buttons at the back of her dress. The soft silk from her shoulders falls to her waist and drapes from her hips. Her petite breasts need no additional support, and now Sophia is topless.I can see Sophia looking critically at herself. I note that her beautiful coral pink nipples are slightly inverted.I slide her panties down, let her step out of them. Next, the hold-up stocking and heels and Sophia is utterly naked.I look back at Elena. Her eyes are narrow slits as she gazes intensely at her daughter’s naked body.While the girl continues to stand facing the mirror, I caress her back, flanks, and, finally, her beautifully formed bottom. I feel her body respond as I reach round to touch the blonde tuft of pubic hair. I hear a gasp as I slide my hand between her legs and feel the heat of her sex and its wetness.I turn Sophia around to face me, and I suck each nipple in turn, so each comes erect. They are so deliciously beautiful. Then, in a sudden and spontaneous gesture, Sophia put her arms around my neck and kisses me with shocking passion.Now is the time to act. I lead my sister to the bed and position her to sit astride the corner of the bed. Piling pillows behind her back, I make sure she is comfortable. She watches as I strip. I don’t make a song and dance about it. Quickly and efficiently, I take all my clothes off.Kneeling now and with my hands on her knees, I smile up at Sophia, just to make sure this is really what she wants. The look on her face tells me everything, and so I bury my face between her legs and begin.As a professional, I reveal no preference for whatever sex act I am requested to provide, but licking a fresh young pussy is definitely at the top of my list.

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Corey was coasting through the last semester of his senior year at Durand High, thinking he might just make it all the way to graduation without anybody noticing him. But one morning, as he was at his locker, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Daya Hasni smiling at him. She was a super-smart, very ambitious girl who seemed to be on every club and committee in the universe. “Corey Dietz? Follow me.” She beckoned with her finger and walked off down the hall.Corey shouldered his backpack, shut his locker, and ran to catch up with Daya. “Um. Where are we going?”Daya looked over her shoulder. “Not far.” And it was true. She stopped halfway down the corridor at her own locker. “This is the last prize I have to give out. I’m glad I saw you this morning.” She fished in a plastic bag and handed Corey a tiny notebook with a black, fake leather cover.“What is this for?” Corey asked, mystified.“Miss Flak told us that guys used to carry these to keep the numbers of all the hot girls they knew. You know, before phones.” Miss Flak was the English Composition teacher and long-time yearbook advisor. She had been a teacher at Durand since Corey’s parents had attended. Daya smiled. “Open it!”Inside the front cover was a small label where Daya had neatly printed the following:COREY DIETZGUY MOST LIKELY TO STAY SINGLECLASS OF 2021Corey felt his whole body go hot, then cold. He stared at the words for a moment, then looked up at Daya. “Can I tell you something? Just between you and me?”Daya’s smile faded. “Oh! Okay…”“Some of us,” Corey started, haltingly, “have a lot of fear inside. Of rejection. Of being laughed at. Of making a fool of ourselves in front of somebody we like.” He paused. “There’s only one name and number I would want to put in this book. And she is so far out of my league, it’s like she’s on another planet. If I ever said anything to her, I would Anadolu Yakası Escort get shot down in, like, two seconds.”Daya’s eyes were wide. “Corey! Whoever it is, you have to tell her. What if she actually likes you?”Corey looked sad. “So, you want me to go up to the most beautiful girl in the whole fucking school and tell her I’ve been having wet dreams about her for four years. Yeah. That will work.” He put the little black book in his hip pocket, thanked Daya, and walked away.Daya watched him thoughtfully, then grabbed her phone. She might be late for her first class, but she had an important text to send.It was impossible for Corey to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day. All of his classes seemed completely pointless. At lunch, he didn’t know or care what he was eating. Most Likely to Stay Single. That’s what his classmates thought of him. Nice. As he dissected a starfish during his afternoon biology lab, he found himself wondering if he could break into his Dad’s gun safe. Maybe he could leave a note in the little black book. But who would read it?After the last bell, he got in line to board the bus, eyes down, oblivious to everyone and everything; until he was suddenly aware that somebody was standing on either side of him. On his left was Tisha Phillips, “Tish” for short, with her deep brown skin, kinky black hair, swimmer’s physique, and blinding white smile. On his right was Tish’s best friend, Aisling Duffey, petite and slim, with flaming shoulder-length hair, a cute little nose, and strategically-placed freckles. Since they were inseparable, they were inevitably known to the whole school as “Tish & Ash.”“You’re not takin’ the bus today, Corey,” Tish said cheerfully. “We are kidnapping your ass.” Each girl took one of Corey’s hands, and they led him out of line and across the driveway to the student Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan parking lot.Although Corey did not particularly care what happened to him, he was a little curious. “Where are we going?” he asked, for the second time that day. “Someplace good,” Ash answered as they got in Tish’s familiar old Saturn sedan, white with one black door, the outside mirror on the passenger side dangling from a cable. Corey and Ash were in the back seat, with Tish driving. She took a speed bump about twice as fast as anybody else would, and Corey could swear he heard something fall off the bottom of the car.Ash lit a pinner, took a puff, and offered it to Corey. After a quick toke, he gave it back and Ash passed it up to Tish. They were headed west out of town, the engine sounding like it had been run a quart low for a while. “This isn’t the way to my house,” Corey said.“Call your mom and tell her a friend invited you over, and you won’t be home for supper.”Corey pulled out his phone and paused. “My mom knows I don’t have any friends.”Tish glanced in the rear-view mirror and took one last drag from the joint. “Jesus,” she said. “We should have done you a long time ago.”“I’ll tell you everything,” Ash said to Corey. “But first, tell us: who is this be-u-ti-ful bitch you’ve been letching after?”“How…? Wait. Did Daya talk to you?”Ash shook her head impatiently. “It’s our job to know these things. Come on. Tell us. Who is it?”What difference did it make now? Apparently, the whole school knew all about him anyway. “Laura Stanek,” he said sullenly.To Corey’s surprise, this set off gales of laughter from the girls. He was seriously pissed now. “What is so funny about Laura Stanek?” he demanded.“Oh, honey,” said Tish, wiping tears from her eyes with one hand, the other on the wheel. “You want to fuck Laura Stanek, all you need is Escort Anadolu Yakası Venmo.”“Seriously,” Ash chimed in. “She is the biggest whore in school. Wave some fifties and she is on her knees.”“Or drugs. I heard she is into LSD or some shit.”“PCP.”“Whatever. At least it isn’t meth. Be a shame to see those pretty white teeth rot away.” This set off another wave of giggles.“OK,” Ash said finally. “Here’s the deal. Tish and I are the Head Squad. Like superheroes. Kind of. We got to you just in time.” Tish nodded in agreement. “It all started two years ago when my uncle came to me…”“Uncle Big Dick,” Tish interrupted.Ash bopped Tish in the back of the head and the car swerved a little. “Shut the fuck up. So Uncle Dick took me aside….”“Wait,” Corey said. “His real name is Uncle Dick?”“Yes.” Ash glared at him. “You wanna hear this, or not?” Corey apologized, and Ash continued. “So, apparently he was like this loser in high school, lonely and miserable. He’s cool now. Rich, too. But it must have sucked back then. And he said our school needs a hot girl who will look for guys like that and suck them off. He asked me to do it. First, it would be good practice, he said. But most important, it would jack up the dude’s self-esteem. Sort of a good Samaritan thing.“At first, the whole idea was sketchy. But when I thought about it, it kind of made sense. So I started observing the guys nobody paid any attention to. Then I went ahead and did it.” She smiled, remembering. “He was so grateful. And it really was good practice. And I was able to skip all the bullshit dances and crap. At first, it was just me…”“And then she met me,” Tish said. “And I was totally all-in. She needed me. Nobody sucks cock like a Black girl.” The way she said it, it was obvious she considered it the indisputable truth.“The first time we teamed up, the guy insisted on seeing Tish and me in a sixty-nine. He said he couldn’t get it up otherwise. So we said, what the hell? Why not? And it was so nice, we almost forgot to do the guy.”“Mmm,” said Tish, licking her lips. “I like me some Aisling pus-say.”“Shut up.”Corey was trying to take all this in. “So, let me get this straight. You’re taking me somewhere to give me a blowjob?”

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