Hard Worker
Over the years I've worked really hard to get to
the top, sacrificing everything to become what I am
today, but it's paid off. I'm one of only three female
vice-presidents in our company, and I'm making a ton
of money. Unfortunately, that's all I have to show for
my hard work. Money, and the by-products of money.
Nothing else. No husband. No kids. Not even a steady
guy. Just a nice apartment, a Jag sedan, and a great
wardrobe. Sounds great, doesn't it, but it isn't. It just
isn't enough. I need sex, and lots of it, and when I get
horny, I don't want some politically correct suit to fuck
me. I want a real man. Or group of men. You know
the type. Construction workers. Truck drivers. Bikers.
Guys who know how to give me what I really want,
which isn't a fucking "relationship." What I crave more
and more these days is hard cock and lately, the more
the merrier.
Like last weekend. After a bitch of a week, I
went home, took off my conservative corporate
clothes, and put on my hunting outfit. I'm a brunette,
but when I'm after sex I wear a silvery blond wig, lots of
heavy eye shadow, rouge, and the sexiest clothes I
can find. Usually, like last weekend, I put on a see-through
blouse, with no bra, a black leather jacket,
black leather micro-mini skirt, black garter belt, black
stockings, and red bikini panties. Also, when I'm looking
for a hot fuck I never shower before going out. I like
my pussy to retain the sweaty essence of a long day at
the office, and just to add that last little tinge of
seductive aroma, I don't bother wiping my pussy after I
pee, either. I like the damp feeling the last few drops
of urine cause in my panties, and I know damn well the
men who eat me like it, too, because they've told me
they...
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