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Without a
word, Charley left the bed. She picked up her mobile and sent the
text she had previously prepared. She didn't even glance at the man
she left lying on it. She went to the bathroom, washed her hands and
gargled with mouthwash. She attended to the places on her body that
had come into real contact with the man. She cleaned her lips,
tongue, mouth and hands for they were what she had used to finger
fuck the big, black, male hooker's arse to a massive climax on her
bed.</div>
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She had needed sex. She always did
after an important meeting. Whilst she was one of the leading merger
and acquisition specialists in the world and was continually in
high-level negotiations, no meetings were more important than the one
earlier today. That meeting had been her final interview for the
position of Global Managing Director of the bank's Merger and
Acquisitions. She had made it. The first female in such a position in
any meaningful bank in the world. And Goddard's, Big G as it was
known, was the most meaningful of all banks. It was amongst the top
three in everything, turnover, assets, funds under management,
capital, trading and M & A activity. There really was no
significant corporate activity anywhere in the world that Big G did
not somehow influence.</div>
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She had been aroused throughout the
meeting. After it ended and she waited in another room, it was all
she could do to restrain herself from going to the bathroom and
masturbating. Her pert, B cup breasts felt full, her belly was on
fire and her nipples were pounding. She knew they would harden as
they always did, so she wore clothes that would hide that. She knew
her panties would be wet, as they nearly always were in meetings, so
she always carried spares in her briefcase. A real girl guide, she
smiled.</div>
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She had arranged the male hooker
through an agency she had been using for a year or so now on her
frequent trips to New York. They were ultra-discrete, very efficient,
totally non-judgemental and horrendously expensive; but then what's
expensive when you are earning over a million, British pounds that is
as well, a year as Charley was?</div>
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Charley had few close friends and since
leaving London University with a first class honours degree in
economics some twelve years ago, she had had few lovers, real lovers
that is, as opposed to those she paid for. There just wasn't time for
love, friendship, relationships and 'normal' sex; not when you
average over twelve hours a day, six days a week, have offices in
London, her base, and New York, the bank's head office and travel the
world doing deals. She hardly met anyone other than people in the M &
A business and she religiously avoided fraternising with them. She
was determined that no extra-curricular activities would ever impede
her rise to the top, which so far had seemed unstoppable and had been
meteoric.
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Charley, or using her full name
Charlene Griffiths was slim, just on nine stones; about one hundred
and thirty pounds. She was pretty rather than beautiful and dramatic
as opposed to glamorous. She had black hair that to save time washing
and drying she always wore very short. It was cut beautifully for the
bank paid for a top stylist to be on call to come to their offices
whenever he was required. Her face was thin and rather angular, a
little like Meryl Streep. She had a pointed nose and thin lips which
meant she would never be considered as being beautiful, but her
large, brown, almond shaped eyes ensured people would consider her to
be interesting. She was the sort of woman that men noticed and
wanted, but realised would present a formidable challenge.</div>
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Her body was well toned. A combination
of fortunate genetics, hours on the treadmill in the bank's executive
gym listening to research papers that an aide converted from writing
to voice and three miles fast running most mornings ensured that she
carried absolutely no excess weight. Her legs were long and shapely
and generally looked even slimmer than they really were for Charley
almost always at work wore black holdups along with sexy underwear.
As she was in meetings with lawyers, bankers and accountants, nearly
all of whom were men, it gave her kick to know that was wearing a
tiny thong or a gossamer thin, diaphanous bra.
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Today had seen the fulfillment of that
rise, she had reached the top. MD, Global Mergers and Acquisitions
for Goddards: fucking brilliant she thought as she stared in the
mirror in the bathroom. But it really was just the start, she knew
that; it was one thing getting there; quite another staying there and
making it work. She knew she would have to work harder and longer and
that would leave even less time for a social life, but that did not
concern her at all. She was completely content with her current
life-style including buying sex, for which she now had contacts
almost wherever she was in the world.</div>
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She had promised herself a real
celebration if, no when, she got the job. In Charley's world
celebration only meant one thing, wild, unusual, probably rough, paid
for extreme sex. That's why a six feet three, nearly two hundred
pounds, male black hooker had been lying on his front, naked on her
bed in the Pierre hotel. That is why she had undressed to her
holdups, oiled her shaved, pubic mound and small, pert heavily
nippled breasts. It's why she joined him on the bed, why she had anal
foreplay with him and it was why she had then finger fucked his arse
until she made him cum.</div>
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It was also why she was about to return
to the bedroom. Slipping into a white, silk robe, still wearing just
her black holdups, she pulled the tie at the waist into a loose bow,
slipped her feet into her high heels and opened the bathroom door................</div>
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Marci Minkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11560286800044489776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850637896780692851.post-70379647981657560112017-05-10T23:32:00.001-07:002017-05-10T23:32:59.383-07:00IntroductionMarci Mink here!<div>
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I write stories about perverted lesbian Fantasy's I wish I could have and if have them I will write them also. My coming out stories was according pretty wild but i thinks it's tame. I had a crush on a friend of mine when I was 15 and I had no idea how to approach her. So i just asked her " can I kiss you'. She said ok. I think she was kinda naive and I took advantage. After that we occasionally made out but we never said the word girlfriend or lesbian because I might scare her off. </div>
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