Mr. Haner

I hesitantly took the seat across from the last guy. I try not to show how disinteted I've become of this night turning out well. The night immediately was dashed when I met guy number one. A grimmance pulls up the corners of my mouth at his words.

"Wow! Never knew someone so sexy chose to meet people this way. As sexy as you are I'll just get right down to business. How about you meet me in the bathroom in two minutes and then you can blow me before I head back home to the wife." I couldn't believe my ears. Who actually says that to someone especially a person you just met. I quickly got up needing a smoke break.

As it turns out guy number one was actually the safest guy I'd met so far. Guy four asked me if I liked golden showers and offered one to me right then and there.

The male sitting at table nine took my hand under the table and proceeded to stroke his cock, which was out in the open, with my hand. He left the table promptly after a slap and my drink met his face.

I don't let on to the fact that I'm thankful the man before me is the fifteenth and final male I'd be dealing with tonight. The decision to never speed date again in my life was as easy as it was obvious.

The final guy of the night turned out to be a really sweet guy. More importantly he was actually normal, which I was thankful for. Our conversation flowed well after the speed dating event ended.

It wasn't long before the pair of us were at my house. There was barely any inch of skin that wasn't groped or kissed by the time we met it in through my front door.

My lips opened wide covering my teeth while I eagerly waited for his next move. The tips of his cock enters my mouth. I swirl my tongue around getting a taste of him. His hands tangle in my hair sending his dick fully down my throat. I moan around his member.

Unsheathing my teeth I rake them along him. A growl escapes his lips meeting my ears. He pushes me away telling me he won't last much longer this way.

I climb onto the desk. My legs spread allowing him a view of my bare pussy. My thumb and index fingers enclose on my nipple. I moan out hoping to encourage him to move closer.

Reaching down my finger starts circling my clit. A smirk appears across his lips. My other hand comes down I slip my middle finger inside myself only to the first knuckle.

I know he wants me. His eyes give him away completely. The only question is; when is he going to make his fucking move already?

I set the paper down. To say I'm surprised is the understatement of the damn millenia. I look down to see that I have a problem in my pants.

There was no way that I could ignore this. However nothing said that I had to handle this at precisely this moment. Sighing to myself in annoyance, I make the decision to deal with all of this later.

I make a mental note to have a conversation with the writer of this paper. Nodding my head I decide the talk can wait until tomorow.

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