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My Business Partner
I’ve been living in Prague for about five years now. I’d come here as an employee of IBM in 2014, as a manager of software operations, and for a while everything was going great. Believe me, the stereotype of Czech women being gorgeous and oversexed is absolutely true: most of the girls working there looked like fashion models, and most of them went out of their way to please me, their boss. I can’t possibly count the number of hand jobs and blow jobs I got from beautiful young women in the two years that I worked there, often for no more reason than they still had some time left on their lunch break.
But then everything went south in less than a day. My own boss was a “mature” and not-too-pretty woman who became unnaturally jealous of the sweet young things who were pleasuring my dick. She wrote a memorandum detailing the dick sucking and hand jobs, and I was out of a job at the end of the day.
Other than for the people at my job, I really didn’t know anyone in Prague. With one exception: Miri, my Czech-language tutor.
Miri was 26 years old, but she looked about 16. During our lessons, it had always been a struggle for me not to focus on her beautiful young face, her slim body, her trim lovely ass and her full breasts so much larger than a skinny girl like her should have. Were those tits real? It became one of my obsessions over her. Another was: How can a woman in her mid-twenties look güvenilir bahis like a 16-year-old girl? And several others: Would she ever suck my cock? Would my cock fit up her little asshole? What would she look like with my cum all over her face and hair? And what would happen if something did happen and her giant skinhead boyfriend found out?
“You know,” Miri said after I told her I’d been fired from IBM, “maybe we should start a translation agency. Together.” We were sitting at our favorite table at our favorite cafe. I glanced at her gorgeous cleavage and said, “Yeah,” and that was how our business venture began. Beneath the table, my cock was leaking semen into my boxers and pants.
Over the following months we met many times at that cafe, planning out our translation firm, Miri looking sexy beyond words and my dick staining my pants with pre-cum, Miri sitting across from me in the skimpiest and sheerest of blouses showing her tits and nipples quite clearly and my cock bulging so hard that it hurt after a while, Miri walking away from the table wearing a skirt displaying her perfect, slender blonde legs, and me trying to work myself up to suggesting we go back to my apartment and then remembering Jan, her giant skinhead boyfriend….
A year later, our firm had become real, and we had begun earning money from it, but not enough to rent any office space. So we continued using our cafe as our office. risksiz bahis veren siteler Miri usually had a latte and an orange lemonade during our meetings — I always had a Coke, with ice.
“We’re going to get this contract, one way or another,” Miri said at one of our meetings.
“One way or another?” I said.
“Yeah,” she said, sipping her lemonade from a straw.
We did get the contract, and sometime later Miri told me how we got it: Our client company had two owners, and she gave hand jobs to both of them, at the same time. She had let them video it with their promise it wouldn’t end up on the web. I found it on Facebook later that day. It was stunning, mesmerizing, watching Miri working on two cocks and aiming their cum on her face, licking off the cum with the relish of a girl licking a lollipop, smiling into the camera like she had been doing this for years.
At our next meeting, I told Miri I had seen the video.
“Yeah? You liked it?” Miri said.
I wasn’t expecting that response.
“Well, yeah,” I said. “Is that what we have to do to get contracts here?”
“Oh yeah,” Miri said. “Our best contracts will need a lot more than a hand job.”
She sipped her latte as she looked me in the eyes.
My cock was bulging in my pants. The pressure became so painful that I had to zip open and pull my erection out of my pants, right there under the table at the cafe. I didn’t dare touch casino siteleri my dick, for fear I’d ejaculate right then and there.
My 16-year-old-looking Miri took my hand and said, “Try to put your cock away, and we’ll go to your place, OK?” I had never seen such a beautiful, pure and slutty face in my whole life.
It turns out that Miri likes getting butt-fucked. We barely got into my apartment before she had slipped off her skirt and bent herself over the bed, her long gorgeous legs spread apart and her dark little asshole waiting for my cock to enter. She rubbed lube on my dick, getting it stiffer than I can ever remember it having been, as I looked at her young beautiful face and thin body and those large perfect tits (yep, they’re real!).
I just about came just looking at her while she worked my cock up stiff, but I was able to hold off long enough to press my way into Miri’s little asshole. With the lube, I was able to ride her asshole for five or six minutes, pushing my fat shaft up her butt all the way up to my balls, pounding that sweet little butt a hundred times over. I was nearly about to cum when Miri pulled my cock out of her ass.
“Finish down my throat,” she said.
So I did. I pushed my cock down her throat and I held it there until she began to gag. But I kept my cock in Miri’s throat. She gagged more. Then I came.
“If we’re gonna be business partners” I said with my cock still deep down Miri’s throat, “you’re only going to fuck me, you’re only going to blow me, you’re only going to give me hand jobs — is that understood?”
Miri nodded. I pulled my dick out of her throat and she vomited all over my cock and balls, gasping for breath.
“Business partners,” Miri said.