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Dating Service Dilemma



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Dating Service Dilemma (Mdom, M/F, spank, object, slut)

By Phoenix Arrow

Hello, my name is Jessica and would consider myself to be a successful
woman. I am vice-president of an accounting firm, have my very own house,
and just bought a new jaguar. All in all, I'd say I was doing all right
for myself. However, the one thing that I am lacking is a man. I am a
very independent woman and a slight feminist, but most women have that need
to be held by a loving husband.

However, my lack of a man is not because I'm not good looking. At 28
I'm no model, but I still have all my charms, from curvy hips, to long
legs, to my C cup breasts, and what all my friends tell me is an attractive
face. And its not to say that I haven't tried, but most of the men I've
dated either had one problem or the other, and I never quite found the one
I really wanted to marry.

It was late on Friday when Sally, a fellow vice president and my very
good friend walked through the door and rushed up to my desk.

"Hey Jess, you've got to try this".

She came around and started typing a web link on my computer.

"I was walking down the hall this afternoon and saw some of the
secretaries huddled around one of the computers. When I asked then what
was going on, they showed me this".

On the screen was apparently a dating website.

"When I asked the girls about it, they told me it works really well.
Several of them have already been dating men from this site, and they all
seemed very excited about it".

I took a closer look at the screen. It appeared to be a legitimate
online dating service, with links for men or women.

Sally looked over at me with a wink.

"Come on Jess, lets give it a try."

I looked at her and gave her a sarcastic laugh. "Oh don't be silly,
these things never work."

"How would you know, have you ever tried it?"


"See, and it couldn't be any worse than what ever you've been trying so


"Sorry, but its true. Now come on, lets give it a go."

I sighed and gave in. "Ok ok, but only if you do one to."

"But I already have a boyfriend".

"Than I guess I won't be doing it."

"Ok, I'll just do it for fun."

Sally took the mouse and clicked on "Find a man for You".

The next page revealed a type of pole. On it was a list of 5 questions
with answers that asked for all things I would look for in a man.

The questions were:

1. How successful should he be?

A. Very Successful B. Moderately Successful C. Success not important

2. How Good Looking should he be?

A. Very attractive B. Moderately attractive C. Looks aren't important

3. When at a restaurant, he should?

A. Let me order for myself B. Ask me what I like and order for me C.
Order for me without asking

4. How would you prefer an argument to end?

A. A compromise B. I win C. Always he'd win

5. In bed, how would you prefer he act

A. Romantic B. Plain C. Rough

Sally encouraged me to take this seriously, so after studying each
question, I choose: Very Successful, Moderately Attractive, Let me order
for myself, A compromise, and Romantic.

I clicked submit. We waited for about a minute for it to process. I
could tell Sally was excited for the results. Soon a list of about 15 men popped up. Apparently they were the ones that most closely matched my

After looking at all the men, one caught my eye. His name was John. He
was a lawyer and a partner for a very large law firm, about 35, and from
his picture looked quite attractive.

I pointed him out to Sally and she clicked on his name and up popped his

John, 35. Very Successful, charming, good sense of humor, handsome. Is
looking for a woman that will be his best friend and lover.

Sally printed his phone number and handed it to me. "There you go, your
perfect man. You really should call him. What's the worst that can

I smiled, then folded the paper and put it in my purse.

"Ok, my turn. Since I already have a boyfriend I'm doing this just for
fun remember."

We reloaded the poll page and the list of questions came up again.

"Hmmm, I have an idea. Why don't we choose all the worst traits we
could possibly want in a man. I mean select all the bad answers to each
question. I wonder if there are any real guys that pathetic out there."

So with both of us giggling the whole time, she choose: Success not
important, Looks aren't important, order for me without asking, For him to
always win arguments, and for him to be Rough in bed.

We giggled as the results loaded onto the page. Then a list popped up,
if you could call it that.

There was just one person, and judging from his picture, was a very
unkept disappointing man. Sally and me both laughed as we read his

Billy, 37. Very Demanding. Has trouble keeping jobs. Has tendency to
be very opinionated. Is looking for a special kind of girl that will take
care of his needs.

Sally wickedly laughed as she hit the print button. She took the paper
and shoved it into my purse. "Here Jessica, if the other guy doesn't work
out, you can always try this winner." and she ran for the door laughing.

Before leaving she turned. "But seriously, you should give that guy
John a call, it couldn't hurt." Then she left.

I laughed to myself at her amusement with this dating game, then went to
reach over for my purse to remove the low life's paper. Just then a client
called. By the time I was done with the phone, I had forgotten all about
the date papers.


Later that night, after I arrived home, I dug into my purse to get my
keys when I found John's profile. After looking it over for a little bit,
I thought to myself: "What the hell, I'll ask him to one date and if it
doesn't go well, then that'll be it".

I picked up the phone and introduced myself to him. After we started
talking, I discovered that I was really enjoying the conversation. So when
he offered to meet me for dinner on Saturday at this nice restaurant
downtown, I agreed.

By Saturday evening I was getting really excited about the date. I was
having a really good feeling about this. I arrived right on time, 7:30,
and saw he was already there. I was really impressed with his looks. The
picture on the web did not do him justice. He was a real hunk.

He was also a perfect gentleman. He gave me flowers, then held my chair
out for me. When the waiter came he sat back and allowed me to order.
Through out dinner, I got to know him even better. He was well off and
very successful, but his work never gave him the time he wanted for dating.
Now at 35 he wanted to start a family.

After a wonderful dinner, he paid and then walked me to my car. Here he
again acted the perfect gentlemen, kissing my hand and suggesting another
date. I told him he could call me and we'd arrange it.

When I got home I was so excited, I just had a fantastic date with the
perfect guy. I called Sally immediately told her the good news, and she
was just as excited.

"I'm so happy for you Jess, I knew this would be good for you. Was he
really that impressive? Wow. I guess you won't be calling the other Mr.
Right than huh?" I could hear her laughing on the other end.

I laughed a little to, then we said our goodbyes and hung up. This
reminded me of the other dating profile still folded in my purse. I even
forgot his name.

I grabbed my purse and began searching for it and found it buried at the
bottom. I looked at the name one last time. Billy Thorpe. A special girl in deed. Laughing to myself, I crumpled up the paper and threw it at the
wastebasket. However, it just missed, bounced off the top and landed
behind the basket.

As I fell asleep, all I could think about was how wonderful this new guy
in my life was, and dreamt of the possibilities.


During the next two weeks I had dated John 5 more times. I was
completely falling in love with him. He was the perfect guy, always caring
about my needs, giving me flowers, treating me with respect. By the sixth
date he invited me to his beautiful house and we ended up sleeping
together. He was so passionate and sensual it was unbelievable.

It was around this time on a tuesday that I decided to clean my room.
When I began cleaning the over flowing wastebasket, I noticed a crumpled
paper behind it. Making sure it wasn't anything important, I picked it up
and uncrumpled it. It was Billy's profile.

I decided to read the profile again.

Billy, 37. Very Demanding. Has trouble keeping jobs. Has tendency to
be very opinionated. Is looking for a special kind of girl that will take
care of his needs.

For a second I thought how horrible it would have been if I had met
Billy on my date, instead of the love of my life. I feel really bad for
any girls that managed to be fixed up with him. What must have it been
like to have gone on a date with a guy like this.

When I saw his phone number at the bottom of the page, a wicked idea
came into my head. With me seemingly being the luckiest girl in the world
by finding the perfect guy, I wanted to see what the other end of the
spectrum looked like. I wanted to give this loser Billy a call and see
just how much of a creep he really is. Not that I'd actually go on a date
with this guy, but I'd just like to hear how it could have been.

With that, I picked up the phone and dialed his number. What a naughty
girl I am. The phone began to ring and after about 8 or 9 rings I figured
he didn't even own an answering machine, and was about to hang up when a
rough sounding man answered.

"Ya what ya want?"

"Um, yes hello, ah, is Billy there please?"

"Yeah hotstuff, this is him."

"Yes well I'm calling in response to finding your name in an online
dating service?"

"Online dating who? Oh ya, I remember that, my mom put me up to that,
said it would be good for me. So you want to date me eh, what's your name
little girl?"

"Jessica" Damit, I shouldn't have given out my real name, it just

"So little Jessica, do you have a hot body on ya?"

"I consider myself attractive if that's what you mean."

"But do you have a nice tight ass? I only date girls with nice asses."

"My butt is just fine. Now isn't there anything else you'd like to know
about me other than how good my body looks, like what's in my mind?"

"No not really. I'm only interested in your body. But I cant see what
you look like on the phone, so where do you want to meet?"

"Meet? Well I don't know, I didn't really..."

"Come on doll, I have to meet you in person before I'd let you date me.
You do want to date me don't you?"

"Um well you see, I was just calling to...."

"Gosh girl, are you stupid or something? Why don't you just meet me at
the Scarlet restaurant tomorrow night at 7, and wear something to show off
that hot body of yours."


I was in a little bit of a shock. Even though I figured he would be
rude, I hadn't expected him to control the conversation this much. The
beeping of my phone brought me to the realization that I was still holding
the receiver off the hook.

I hung up the phone and started remembering. Did he just tell me to
meet him for a date tomorrow? And to ask me to wear revealing clothing,
who does he think he is?

I sat on my bed just thinking of his arrogance. I mean if he treated me
this poorly on the phone, just imagine how rude he would be if we met in

But he was already expecting me to show up tomorrow. Damit, I wish I
hadn't called him. I really didn't want to go, but what if he told the
agency that I stood him up. Would they tell John? I couldn't bare to
loose him now.

I decided I had to go, just so there wouldn't be any problems. I really
wasn't looking forward to it, but I figured that even if it turns out to be
a horrible date, at least it will enforce my appreciation for John.

So the next day, I found myself driving to the Scarlet restaurant. I
should be crazy for doing this. I could fully expect a horrible evening.

I'm still not sure why I decided to wear what he wanted, revealing
clothing. The low cut blouse did show a little too much cleavage, but I
figured I might as well show this creep what he WONT be having after this

I arrived at the restaurant at 6:50 and went in. I was actually quite
surprised. It looked like a respectable restaurant. I half expected it to
be a dump.

He hadn't arrived yet, so I took a seat at a table and just waited...and
waited....and waited. By 7:40 he hadn't showed up yet, and I was really
getting pissed. By 8:00 I was getting ready to leave when he finally
showed up.

He was a disgusting looking man, unshaved, unbrushed hair and only about
5'8". When I stood up to vent my anger he quickly whistled loudly, "Dame
baby, you sure are fine".

I blushed and looked around to notice other people looking at me.
Embarrassed, I quickly sat down. He sat in the chair across from me and
quickly snapped his fingers at the waiter. As the waiter was coming, he
quickly looked over to me "I'm glad to see you dressed appropriately, I
like women who listen, but don't get to comfortable in that dress."

My jaw dropped. Just then the waiter arrived and Billy began to order.
He was ordering quite an expensive meal for himself. I was about to order
when he just continued and ordered for me. "Yes, the girl will have a
salad, that'll be all my good man." Then the waiter left and I just glared
at him.

"Why did you do that? I didn't want a salad."

"Because I'm a guy and know what's best for you. Besides, we want that
hot looking bod of yours looking good for me don't we?

I just sat there fuming.

"Speaking of keeping in shape, you must work out, do you go to the gym?"

"Well...yes I do."

"I thought so, but you must make good money to afford going to a gym.
What do you do?"

"I am a vice-president of an Accounting Firm." I said proudly, hoping
this would show him off.

"Accounting firm? That's surprising, a girl like you doesn't look like
she's good with numbers. You must have slept your way to the top."

"How dare you suggest...."

"Look I understand, a girl has to do what it takes to support herself. I
don't mind, as long as you make enough."

"Well what do you do?"

"Right now nothing, and proud of it. Work is too time consuming for me.
I consider myself to be a Male Lion. All he has to do is have sex with
many females and they bring him all the food. Its only natural, you

I was about to disagree when the food arrived. He immediately began to
chow down on his food as I did my best to stay interested in my salad. He
ate like a pig, and by the time he was finished his face and hands were a

The conversation over dinner was almost nonexistent, and I was bored as

When the waiter approached with the check, I was relieved the night
would finally be over. As the waiter handed the check to Billy, he
casually pointed towards me and uttered "Male Lion" with a smirk. I
grabbed the check fuming and quickly paid for the dinner he mostly ate.

As we started to walk out, he casually put his arm around me and planted
his hand right on my butt, the Bastard. I tried to push him away, but he
held firm as we walked, and since I really didn't want to make a scene,
just left it there as we walked out.

Once outside he insisted he walk me to my car. Once there he whistle
loudly again and squeezed my ass as he said "Dame sweat cheeks, a jaguar!
You must really be making a lot, I just might let you date me more often."

By now I was irate as I pushed him away got into my car and drove off,
to my home and to the boyfriend I loved.


What a horrible date, and an even more horrible man. I was now more
than ever feeling pleased to have my John. John had more class and charm
in one finger than Billy in his whole body.

I continued to date john over the next few weeks, and I even started
staying at his place. Things were going great. There was only one problem
however. Sometimes John would be just too busy. On one particular weekend
John was away on business and on Saturday night I had nothing to do.

Then the phone rang!


"<burp> Hello there hot stuff"

Oh its you, what do you want?

Well I know that you are a shy girl and all, but with an ass like yours
I had to give you another date. I want you to meet me tonight. have plans." I lied

Well cancel them.

But I don't feel like having dinner with you.

"Fuck dinner, I need a different type of entertainment tonight. Meet me
at Foxy's at 7:30, and wear something to show off those fine legs." Click

Damit, he did it again. I don't know how he manages to do it, but now I
was expected to meet him at 7:30. With great reluctance, I arrived at
Foxy's in a tight spandex top and a mini-skirt that came to mid-thigh. Why
did I keep listening to his demands?

I should be ashamed of myself for going. For one, I was a grown woman
and should have been strong enough to stand up to this loser. And Two, I
was dating behind my boyfriends back, even though I wouldn't call it
cheating, I still felt bad.

When I walked up to the front, Billy was already there waiting.

"Its about time, we're missing all the good shows."

The moment we walked in, I felt every male eye leering at me and I felt
very uneasy. I actually welcomed Billy's possessive hand on my ass as a
sign to these men that I was already taken.

We took our seats near the stage and he ordered drinks. Suddenly a girl with huge breasts burst through the curtain and started dancing very

With great shock and disgust, I finally realized that this wasn't a
dance club, but a strip club. I should have walk right out, but the firm
hand on my knee kept me seated.

I looked up at the white girl with big breasts and watched her strut her
stuff to some sort of teacher act. How perverted.

As the act continued, Billy slowly moved his hand higher and higher up
my thigh. I tried to squirm and push him away, but he was very insistent.
After about 10 minutes, he managed to have the tips of his fingers against
my inner panties.

I was mortified when his fingers began to slowly stroke my sex over my
panties and found myself breathing heavier.

By now the woman on stage was completely nude, her large breasts swaying
with the music. We locked eyes and I could tell she saw what Billy was
doing to me. Involuntarily I spread my legs and she winked at me as Billy
slipped past my panties and pushed a dirty finger inside.

Just then the music stopped and the woman on the stage left. Billy
pulled his finger out, licked it clean.

"Mmmmm, very sweat."

I blushed. I was now pretty horny from the stimulation and worse, I may
have been drinking too much.

"I think we've seen enough of this, time to get you home baby"

I nodded my head and followed him out to my car. Billy insisting I was
too drunk to drive and took the keys to my Jag, and drove to my house. I
knew that I shouldn't be letting him know where I live, but I couldn't
think clearly.

Wow, you actually live here? I found a rich bitch this time.

He followed me up to my door. I opened it, then turned to tell him
goodnight when he quickly pushed past me.

"Yep, looks just as good inside as out."

"Billy please, I'm really tired and don't feel too good. Please leave."

He walked right up to me and started kissing me. I just froze for a
moment, unsure what to do. When he inserted his tongue into my mouth I
started to protest and push him away.

He responded by grabbing both my breasts and roughly squeezing them
through my top. I gave a low moan, both from the pain, and the sudden
intimacy of it.

This was really getting out of hand, I didn't want it to lead to this. I
forcefully pushed him away. "Please stop, I didn't want this, please..."

"Shut up you whore, of course you want this. Why else would you sign up
for a dating service and dress like a slut on our first two dates? You
knew what my profile said. I demand strict obedience from my women. And
that's why your here.

He pushed me down by the shoulders to my knees and started to undo his
buckle and pull down his jeans. I was mortified as I new what was soon to

After mere moments, I was now starting at the smallest penis I had ever
seen. It must have been 5 inches at the most, and the stench was horrible.
John by comparison was a full 9 inches.

Yet I just kept staring at it. There was just something so inferior
about it.

"Get to work slut".

Beyond any comprehension I started to move my head forward. I parted my
lips and allowed the tiny, smelly organ into my mouth. Grabbing my head he
began sliding in and out, fucking my mouth.

I gave an involuntary moan as I began sucking and licking his cock.

He reached down and lowered my top, letting my breasts pop out. I
moaned even louder as he pinched and pulled my nipples. I found myself
sucking harder, faster as he painfully stimulated my breasts.

In relatively very short time he erupted in my mouth, or more actually
squirted. As I felt the liquid flow into my mouth, he insisted that I
swallow. I did.

Letting go of my head, I fell to my hands and knees. Billy pulled up
his jeans, slapped me on the ass, and walked out.

I just laid there crying for 20 minutes. How could I have just done
that? Oh how could I have betrayed my dear John like this? I had just
sucked another man's penis.

I got up and quickly rushed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth 3
times. I even took a shower to try to get the disgust off my body.

That very next day John came back to town, and we made long, tender,
passionate love all through the night. And it continued over the next two
weeks. Almost every night we had sex and I treated him like a king. I
finally could appreciated the warm, caring man I had and was eager to show
him how much I cared.

But there was something missing. Even though he was enjoying the
renewed attention, John was the kind of guy who only did the straight sex,
none of the playing around. He was kind, and gentle, but I sometimes
wished he would be more in command during sex, a little more rough.

My mind began to slowly drift to Billy. The way he held my head in his
hands, the way he commanded me to suck his undersized, smelly cock. Soon I
found myself masturbating to these thoughts.

I loved John so very much, but I just needed to get this feeling out of
my system. With out thinking one day, I dialed Billy's number.

That night, as John was at home watching TV, I arrived at Billy's house.
My Jaguar looked out of place in this crappy neighborhood. I walked up to
the door and knocked. After a moment, Billy appeared with a big bright

"Couldn't keep your mind off me eh?"

I didn't respond, just held my eyes low as I walked in. The house was a
mess. Trash everywhere and smelled like a dump yard. The roaches ran
every which way.

I felt him grab me from behind and push me forward over the couch. I
was now bent over the back of the couch, with my ass up high. Billy pull
my mini skirt up over my hips and slowly ran his crude hand up my legs and
under the waistband of my panties.

I shivered as he lowered them from my hips, past my knees, down to my
ankles and waited for me to raise my high heels so he could remove them.

He brought my panties to his nose and inhaled...."Hmmmm, I can see my
little whore is ready for her man.

I moaned as he roughly squeezed the orbs of my ass, needing them,
stroking them.


I shrieked as the noise reverberated around the room. He raised his
hand again and brought it down hard. I held still as he brought down slap
after slap.

"You fucking slut..Slap...coming in here with a soaked
pussy...Slap...looking for my big cock like a bitch in heat..Slap..."

I raised my hips higher as he continued to abuse my ass. Suddenly he
stopped, grabbed my hips, and plunged his cock into my pussy. I could
hardly feel a thing as his small cock plunged into my horny cunt.

It was so frustrating. I so desperately wanted to cum but could barely
feel any sensation. I began to fuck back in earnest, slightly improving
the contact. I couldn't help but think how ironic this was. Only a few
weeks ago, I thought of this man as the most horrible, disgusting, sexist
pig on the face of the planet, yet here I was, desperately trying to fuck
his 5 inch cock as John sat home alone watching TV.

Then I imagined John seeing me getting fucked like this, seeing me
bucking like a whore against another man's cock and my body was overrun by
a fierce orgasm. My cunt muscles contracted around Billy's tiny organ and
he squirted his liquid into me. He collapsed on the floor, leaving me bent
over the sofa with my ass still high in the air, and watery cum seeping out
my cunt.

The rest of the night he used my body as he wished. My breasts, pussy,
ass and mouth were at his disposal, and I loved every minute of it. I
could never get enough. I couldn't believe how much of a slut I was
turning out to be for him. His small cock kept me frustrated all through
the night and made me desperate for more.

By morning, I was as filthy as his house.

As he sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, I was between his
legs sucking his cock. He didn't even pay any attention to me. I wasn't
even a human being to him, just an object like the newspaper, something to
be used. I was willingly degrading myself to no end.

Finally I noticed the clock, I was late for work. I quickly cleaned up
as best I could and made to leave. Billy didn't even come to say good bye
to me. He just sat on the sofa and watched TV. I shrugged it off and went
to my car.

All through work, I kept thinking about what I had done. I allowed this
weasel to have his way with me. Last night I had a warm, caring, loving
man waiting for me at home, and instead I went to be used by a man with a
small cock. What was wrong with me? This would definitely be the last
time I do something like this. I better have gotten it out of my system.

But I hadn't. Over the next few days, every time I would make love to
John, all I could do was think of Billy. I tried to get John to be a
little kinkier, to satisfy my needs. I tried to get him to spank me, fuck
my cleavage, even screw my ass. But he would have none of it. He didn't
even like me giving him head.

After 8 days, I found myself again driving to Billy's house. I knew how
stupid this was. I was risking everything with John, but I couldn't help
it. I needed to be treated slut.

I arrived to find Billy watching a football game. He hardly even paid
me any attention as I walked in. When I tried to say hello, he grunted and
told me to get him a can of beer. When I returned, he grabbed it from me
and took a long sip. Looking around, he couldn't seem to find a place to
set his bear down. He look over to me and got an idea.

"Hey sweet checks, I need a cup holder, get undressed and sit on the
sofa next to me."

I hesitated for a moment, but his commanding tone was already getting me
wet. I took off all my cloths and sat next to him.

"Good girl, now lay on your back and lift your legs over your

Confused, I did as he said. Now I was bent in two, with my pussy wide
and exposed. Then, to my utter humiliation, he brought the can down to my
gaping pussy.....and pushed it in.

A chill ran up my spine as the ice cold beer rested in my warm vagina. I
looked down and saw the can protruding from my cunt. I wanted to cry. I
was now nothing more than a cup holder to this man. A true object. What
was I doing here? This man cared nothing for me. Poor John gives me all
his love, and this man uses my pussy as a beer holder. Am I crazy?

I looked up at Billy and saw he had already gone back to watching the
game. I should stand up and leave this instant. But I just laid there.
After a few minutes, he reached back down and removed the can from my hole,
took a sip, and pushed it back in.

After about and half an hour, he finally finished the beer and removed
it from my numb pussy. Then he told me to get on my hands and knees before
him. I did as he asked, hoping that I could finally get to the fucking,
but he simply lifted his legs and rested them on my back. Now I was his

Was there any depth to my depravity?

Finally the game ended. Maybe now I could get some relief. But he
demanded I leave. Saying that he was meeting up with friends for bowling
and to get lost.

As I drove home, I wondered to myself, "what was the point"? Why did I
even go there if I wasn't going to get laid? All I was good for to him was
a beer holder and stool.

John was waiting for me when I got home. He was in a very horny mood
and started kissing me as I walked through the door, but I just wasn't in
the mood.

Over the next few weeks, things didn't get any better. I still went to
see Billy, despite the new levels of humiliation I found myself going
through. Besides all the hard fucking he gave my holes, and new uses for
my pussy, he even started sharing me with his friends. It was horrible,
but I couldn't get enough. I kept coming back for more.

We hardly even talked when I was with Billy. It was more like he
commanded, and I'd obey. If he said open my legs, I'd open my legs. If he
said suck my friend's cock, I sucked his friend's cock. If he said get me
a beer, I got him a beer.

Then one day it happened. John had taken me to this really expensive
restaurant, then to the opera, and finally home. As we entered the house,
he lowered to one knee, took out a small jewel case, and popped the
question "Will you marry me?"

I looked at the largest diamond ring I had ever seen. A great big smile
came to my face. Here was a man I truly loved and who truly loved me. A
man who was very successful, wealthy, and handsome. And now he was asking
me to marry him.

He looked into my eyes, and I into his. Then I leaned forward and
kissed his forehead.

"John I'm sorry, but no!" And I walk out the door.


Later that night, Billy arrived at his run down, roach infested shack
with his buddies from a bowling game. As he and his friends came in, they
found the football game showing on TV, and a 28 year old vice-president
lying naked on the sofa, with an ice cold beer sticking from her cunt, and
a smile on her face.

She had already found her man!

The End!


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