Post by marialadyofsin on Jun 3, 2014 19:04:40 GMT
Some people say I've been around forever, but then again, that's because where I'm from, a few years is forever. I mean, the city of Vegas is not really populated unless you count gamblers and hookers, but don't you DARE consider me either of them. I know you don't know me yet, but we'll get to know each other pretty well soon enough.
Maria's Office
Interior 13:53 June 2nd, 2014
In my chair I'm in heaven, especially when right now, I'm not sitting in it the "right way", and I'm not the only one in it. I'm sitting atop a god among men, stacked so high it's making me quiver with every thrust and bounce. Who says an office is all about business, anyway? I've had enough of a stressful day, dealing with these women trying to "forget" their appointments, pills, or god forbid, the money they owe me. So right now, I'm enjoying life. Sweat glistens on my brow, and his, as the desk and the back of the chair obstruct any view besides side angles of any illicit activities. In the end, he's finished way too early, and I'm way too unsatisfied. I mean, one orgasm is not enough, and three is barely touching it in my world. Life without pleasure is like a life without money, it doesn't happen. And if it does, it royally SUCKS.
"Maria, you have those papers to sign. Should I send-"
"No! I'll come get it myself." Crisis averted temporarily, I shoo the man off, slapping his ass as he puts on his pants. I throw on a robe over my naked frame before stepping into view, my curvy frame and multicolored hair for all the lovely viewers to see. I'm here, I'm ready to go, wink.
Down the stairs into the main reception desk I grab an envelope, open it, and promptly sign on the bottom line. I've been waiting for this for weeks, no...months. Hell, probably for a few years. I mean, I'm 22 and I am READY TO GO! It's time to expand my horizons, use my training to do something good for the world, well, aside from getting men off 3-5 times a night and raking in thousands of dollars. The contract is signed, IWF here I cum...
Maria's Office
Interior 13:53 June 2nd, 2014
In my chair I'm in heaven, especially when right now, I'm not sitting in it the "right way", and I'm not the only one in it. I'm sitting atop a god among men, stacked so high it's making me quiver with every thrust and bounce. Who says an office is all about business, anyway? I've had enough of a stressful day, dealing with these women trying to "forget" their appointments, pills, or god forbid, the money they owe me. So right now, I'm enjoying life. Sweat glistens on my brow, and his, as the desk and the back of the chair obstruct any view besides side angles of any illicit activities. In the end, he's finished way too early, and I'm way too unsatisfied. I mean, one orgasm is not enough, and three is barely touching it in my world. Life without pleasure is like a life without money, it doesn't happen. And if it does, it royally SUCKS.
"Maria, you have those papers to sign. Should I send-"
"No! I'll come get it myself." Crisis averted temporarily, I shoo the man off, slapping his ass as he puts on his pants. I throw on a robe over my naked frame before stepping into view, my curvy frame and multicolored hair for all the lovely viewers to see. I'm here, I'm ready to go, wink.
Down the stairs into the main reception desk I grab an envelope, open it, and promptly sign on the bottom line. I've been waiting for this for weeks, no...months. Hell, probably for a few years. I mean, I'm 22 and I am READY TO GO! It's time to expand my horizons, use my training to do something good for the world, well, aside from getting men off 3-5 times a night and raking in thousands of dollars. The contract is signed, IWF here I cum...