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The ingredients were all there, I swear – an artfully decorated buffet overflowing with deliciousness, bottles of champagne and beautiful people in their best age and dressed in their finest clothes, hyped up by the promise of a new year with new opportunities after a highly successful one, a brilliant band that played whatever we desired, a clear sky, and all of them hustled together on the roof terrace of our company’s office building to appreciate the fireworks. All but two ingredients were. Two stories down, I found myself pressed against the wall of my tiny office, slightly tipsy and with brightly flushing cheeks. In front of me stood Helen, whom I had followed on a hunch when she sneaked away from the party and into the deserted offices, and she was waving a manila folder up and down and glaring daggers. “Horton’s my client, you hear that, Carrie?” she hissed between clenched teeth, and I so felt like slapping her pretty face. I had told her a thousand times to call me Caroline. “He came to me!” I shot back, trying and failing to reach for the brown folder. “He’s always been with me. I don’t know what lies you’ve told him,” she accused. “I don’t need to tell lies!” No, I didn’t. I spoke with his secretary, and all I had told her was that I was the expert for Asia, and that I could raise his profit margin by a good number. “I’ll take that,” Helen stated, hiding the folder behind her back and taking another step towards me until we were almost touching, “and good save you if I catch you poaching in my territory again, bitch!” “It’s my case,” I shot back, suddenly feeling hot and lightheaded. “Mortimer approved it!” “Know what?” she growled and leaned even closer. Hear breath brushed heatedly over my lips. My heartbeat filled my ears. “You can kiss my ass! Got that?” We always clashed. Put us into a room together for an hour and you’ll save the demolition crew. Helen, istanbul travesti with her pretty face and perfect figure, with the long, dark hair that flowed and shimmered even at the end of endless working days, with the cleavage that she flaunted to woo all the best among our clients, was my antipode. I was good at what I did, really good. But I didn’t have her perfect C-cups, and my dirty blond hair, once it grew longer, became frizzy and all over the place, no matter how much conditioner and spray I used. It wasn’t fair. And there were the dreams… A crazy thought bubbled up inside me. I knew that Horton’s case was lost to me. A tingling buzz, spurred on by my slightly inebriated state, came alive between my thighs. She had cornered me against the wall, one arm extended right next to my head, and her glowing, emerald eyes just dared me to object. A pretty silver locket with a pearl decorated her cleavage, hinting at delicious, naughty softness further down. “Can I? I’m pretty sure you’re much too uptight to allow that.” I almost giggled with glee when she gasped for air. That had caught her off-guard. But then her eyes narrowed, and one corner of her lips twitched upwards. Her voice dropped an octave. “You think so?” Her hand suddenly gripped my chin quite hard and made me stand on toes, giving me no option but to look directly at her. Behind her eyes, something intense flickered that I couldn’t grasp, but that something made my heart try to burst free from my chest. I started to tremble, damning my loud mouth. But then she leaned in again, ever so slowly. Was she going to kiss me? My breath hitched and my lips parted on their own volition. Her short, hard breathes filled my mouth, and that little buzz between my thighs turned into flaming heat. She giggled. “You think I’m too prude to allow a little uppity bitch do what she’s born istanbul travesti to do?” She let go of my chin, only to reach downwards without the slightest hint of hesitation and stick her hand inside my skirt. My breathing stopped. Then, when her fingers slipped inside my panties, my body shook and I failed to reign in my moan. Helen chuckled while her fingers shamelessly delved through my folds and found only wetness. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed all your leering stares.” She moved her fingers in a circle, and my hips had no chance but to join the dance. “I bet you’ve toyed with your drippy snatch time and time while you thought of me, you little pervert, haven’t you?” I tried not to answer, really, But then she found my nub and coaxed it from its sheath, and I was lost. Sparkles exploded in my loins, and I admitted my defeat. “Yes!” I gasped, burning up with shame and gyrating my hips. “Every single night.” Her hand retreated and left me full of want. Why did she have to look so pretty with that evil smirk playing over her lips? “Then owe up to your words, my little slut!” A shiver of desire raced up my spine. With a swipe of her hand and two graceful shrugs, her dress slid down her body to the floor. The flowery, lacy black undergarments screamed expensiveness but were no less than what her beauty deserved. On wobbly legs, I stepped around her, following her gesture, and then I sank onto my knees. Her four inch heels made her legs seem endless, and her butt stood out in front of me bubbly-tight and good enough to eat. I couldn’t hear a single sound with all the blood rushing in my ears. Somewhere in between, she had dropped the folder. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled gently down, full of awe and worship at the softness of her skin. She reached back, and pretty hands with nails in shiny, gleaming, istanbul travesti yummy red parted her cheeks. Shamelessly, she exposed her pinkish pucker, that lovely and forbidden rose I had imagined in my sleepless, randy nights. The first touch of my tongue was tentative. The scent of flowery body lotion wafted first into my senses, followed by the sweet and salty taste of sweat. Then came a slightly heady, intimate aroma that seemed to reach directly into my core. Small ridges of her ring of muscle bumped against my tongue, and in a daring move I swirled it all around. Her gasp of pleasure answered me. My crotch got soaked from spurting juices at the sheer depravity. “Stick it in, you nasty bitch!” she urged with breathless need. “Give my ass a lover’s kiss!” Her ring of muscle parted only slowly, trying to grip my tongue and sliding tightly over it. I pressed with all my force and finally found it engulfed with silky warmth. Her butt cheeks rested on my face, my nose was buried in their cleft, and little tremors told me how much she enjoyed the naughty act. She moaned and reached between her thighs. I moved my tongue in and out, each thrust going easier, and felt her rock against my face in answer to my penetrations. Her moans began to fly, the sweetest purrs and groans of passion. My hands started to knead her pretty butt, and I wiggled my tongue inside her. Her moans rose high in pitch and became little cries, and then she stiffened, reaching back and pulling my head hard against her butt. She came, with long, hard shudders, crying out my name, filling the air around me with the lovely, heady scent of sex, and I held on and licked and wiggled all my worth. When she came down, she pushed me back, slipped back into her panties and her dress and looked me up and down with unbridled amusement. Her lips curled in devious smile. “Finally something that you’re good in.” I gasped and started to retort, but then a wicked gleam in her green eyes for some unfathomable reason made me halt. “You want to come too?” she inquired softly. I answered with a shameful, eager nod. “I don’t think so.” She brushed a strand of frizzy hair aside that tried to cover my eye.
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