1. Disgust


    Date: 10/5/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BradleyStoke, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    never heard the cliché before. “But I would be foolish to lose money when I don’t need to. Are these markets really performing quite as well as Sir Kenneth would have me believe?” “I’m not a businesswoman, Mr Cosgrove,” said Susan. “I’m simply someone who’s profited many times over from the good advice of a cousin who’s always more than delivered on his promises.” First job done. Of course, Susan knew that offering a confident assessment on Sir Kenneth’s business proposals was only likely to be successful if there was some kind of follow-through that would persuade Benedict Cosgrove that there were benefits from an association with Sir Kenneth that had little to do with the value of the stocks and shares he was eager to offload. Thankfully, this was a man in every way as predictable and malleable as Susan expected. As she expected, Benedict was currently residing in a suite in a five star hotel in Central London while he conducted business in the City. His room boasted an excellent view over the River Thames towards the Houses of Parliament, and if Susan was so minded, Benedict would be more than happy to show her an almost unparalleled panorama of the city. Susan didn’t want to admit that she’d seen many great views of London from the hotel rooms of many of Sir Kenneth’s business associates and even some who’d never had the pleasure of his acquaintance. Furthermore, Susan had no intention of telling Benedict who these men were nor what they invariably revealed to her in all ...
    its flabby, fleshy, grotesque glory. Nor would she divulge just how little she enjoyed being squeezed beneath the sweaty, hairy, overweight body of a man who farted loudly, smelt foully and sometimes took rather too long to get his business over with. At least, when Benedict revealed his cock, not long after downing many more whiskeys than Susan would ever permit herself on a working day, it was nothing he needed to be ashamed of. It wasn’t of porn star dimensions, for which Susan was quite grateful. On those few occasions when she’d sampled such delights—on a professional basis only—she felt that engorged mass far too deep inside her for rather longer than she cared for. In truth, she preferred something she could very easily forget. However, if only it was always so easy. Men’s cocks were so often disgusting and when they didn’t seep out urine or semen, Susan would rather she’d never get to find out. Thank goodness for prophylactics, without which Susan would never go anywhere. Not only did they protect you from the feel of a cock and whatever might spurt from the end of it, condoms disguised and even improved the very look and taste of the bloody things. Presentation was key. Not only in bed, but in all the stages before. Susan had to be a convincing society heiress: if one rather more self-confident and liberal with her body than any you’d ever met sober. And after too much imbibing alcohol, snorting lines or necking pills, such women when young and unattached often made ...
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