The best part about my job is travelling the world and analysing company processes to make them more efficient and cost-effective. I love what I do, and I’m damn good at it. That’s the reason I’ve consulted for most of the 500 biggest companies in the world.
My work is my number one priority. Everything else comes second. It’s difficult to stay in touch with friends because of my hectic schedule, and starting a family isn’t even on my mind. Don’t get me started on that. My childhood was fraught with loneliness and battles. I can never do that to another human being.
Although I’ve struggled to maintain a relationship, I still get a fair amount of action on the road. I’ve never banged an employee of the company I consulted. But I’ve done well at upmarket cocktail bars and steak houses, picking women up by dressing well, being fit and talking to them in a charismatic way.
I’ve been with women of all races, but all of them were in perfect shape. Why not dabble in all the different cultures? Variety is the spice of life.
I must admit that Latinas are my favourite. Their plumpy lips have given me some of the best blow jobs I’ve had, and their voluptuous asses have made me cum more than any other race. I love spanking those meaty asses and giving it to them from behind. But it’s also nice when they jump on top of me in reverse cowgirl.
Asians are amazing as well. Many of them are petite, so it’s easy for me to hold them while their legs are wrapped around me and I’m standing.
I remember banging a hot Thai woman named Fur. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Burnt brown hair, perky tits, tight body and a face you can’t stop looking at. She screamed her lungs out. Even if I say so myself, my performance was stellar. I was horny as hell, and she was just so damn hot.
She kept looking at me over her shoulder while I gave it to her from behind. Her face was flushed, and she’d intermittently jerk her head forward when I thrust. She was exhausted after I was finished with her. I remember her panting, and her face was completely covered in sweat. Oh, man. Wish I could give it to her again. Maybe I’ll catch up with her the next time I’m in Thailand.
Right now, I’m in Singapore, and I doubt I’ll have time to go to Bangkok. I’ve been busy with a banking company, figuring out how to improve their customer retention because of rising competition. I’ve come up with several great ideas, which I will present to the board tomorrow.
The night before every presentation, I like to go out and meet a woman. Sex helps me to unload all the burden from my mind because I have high expectations of myself in every area of my life. Banging a woman rejuvenates me and puts a smile on my face. I need to be completely relaxed when presenting because that’s when I deliver the message effectively.
The rooftop of my five-star hotel has a deck lounge, with a DJ playing chilled house. I’m exhausted, so I don’t need to go far to look for some ass.
I grab a drink and then walk out onto the deck. Singapore is beautiful. The skyscrapers congest and light up the city and a brisk wind flows over the deck, cooling the humid air.
I see a few men in suits chatting up ladies in cocktail dresses, but there are several women with their friends. I’ve noticed that to be the case in most cities. Most men are intimidated by approaching beautiful women.
Being alone on the road gave me two options: stand around like a loser or talk to women and have a great night. I chose the latter, but it wasn’t easy. The first time I walked up to a beautiful woman, my legs were shaking. I was in my mid-twenties and new to meeting female strangers.
I got a lot of ass at university, but once I graduated, that pool of women vanished. And I had to take action to get some action. Doing that was the best thing I did for my sex life and confidence. It showed during my presentations. I walked into boardrooms, and the women could see on my face and posture that I had a raunchy session the night before.
I chat up a few groups and exchange pleasantries. A woman in a red dress, who was with a friend, was really into me. I could tell that she was prepared to ditch her friend for me to take her back to my room. She wasn’t bad, considering that she was pushing 40. Old women aren’t my thing. Well, when there’s no other option around, then, yes. But I’ve got a good feeling about tonight, so I’m prepared to take a risk.
With my whisky glass in hand, I stroll the venue while smiling. It’s important to look upbeat because it makes one look more attractive than someone with hung shoulders and a droopy facial expression. Nobody wants a bore. I look like I’m up for a good time and can add value to a woman’s life.
I spot a young woman at the bar by herself. She’s wearing a white dress that reaches her knees. I notice that she doesn’t have a drink in front of her. Usually, I only buy drinks for women I’ve been intimate with, but I have a yearning to offer her one. I’m not sure why. She looks so innocent.
“Hi. I’m Mitch,” I say and extend my hand.
She looks to her right and cracks a smile. “I’m Jen. Nice to meet you.”
I sense that she’s not from Singapore. “Are you from around here?”
“No. I’m actually from Vietnam.”
“What brings you by?”
“I’m looking for a husband.”
I raise my eyebrows and widen my eyes. I’ve never heard a woman be so frank about wanting a husband. The women in the West are more likely to be reserved about needing and wanting a man. They want to purport to be independent.
“Interesting. How must he be?”
“He must be a gentleman, kind and a provider.”
“You want someone to take care of you?”
“Of course.”
“And what does he get in return?”
“A woman who loves and cares for him. I cook, clean and do everything he wants. When he’s tired, I’ll massage him.”
I purse my lips and nod. “That’s fair.”
I’m definitely not for her. She wants a long-term thing, and I just want to dip my stick in tonight. But she seems like a nice lady. I respect her honesty. Let me treat her.
“I’m a bit hungry. Would you like to join me for dinner?” I ask.
Jen smiles and says, “Sure.”
We enjoy a three-course meal and a lovely conversation. She tells me that she wants to travel to the US to see the people and the culture. Frankly, I’m happier when I’m away from home. The US just isn’t what it used to be.
After the dessert, I order a champagne bottle. She tells me that she usually doesn’t drink, but she’ll have a glass or two. We get carried away and end up having more glasses than Jen anticipated.
I pay the bill, and she says, “You’ve taken good care of me. Such a gentleman.”
I stand up and so does she. “Oops,” she said as she stumbled.
I grab her hand and smile. She looks slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry. This is unlike me. I never drink this much.”
“That’s quite all right.”
I hold her hand as we walk to the elevator.
In the lobby, I ask, “How are you getting home?”
“Public transportation.”
“That’s not safe at this time of the night, especially in your condition. Why don’t you spend the night here, and I’ll arrange a taxi for you in the morning?”
“Where?”
“I’ve got a room upstairs. It’s nice and luxurious.”
She smiles while looking at the exit, then looks at me. “Okay.”
I raise my bent arm, and she grabs my bicep.
In the room, she sits on my bed and I join her. We look at each other and smile. I lean into her, and she closes her eyes. Our lips press against each other, and I slowly slide my tongue inside her mouth. She cups my face.
I lean in more, and she reclines on the bed. I kiss her neck and then shoulders before slipping off the strap. The other strap slips off, and I pull off her dress.
She lies naked while I stand in front of the bed and smile. Her eyes are droopy, and she licks her lips. I grab her ankles and spread her legs apart, then lie in front of her.
She murmures as I lick her pussy. I look up and see her grimace. My tongue waggles in all directions, and her moaning loudens. I continue for some time.
I love hearing her satisfaction. It makes me want to stick my dick into her immediately. I stand up, pull down my jocks and stroke my dick a few times.
I grab her legs and pull her closer to the edge of the bed. My dick slides in slowly, and she moans. She’s so tight, and I love it. Her heels rest on my shoulders as her legs press against my chest.
My thrusts are fast. Jen screams several times. She’s so tight that I think she was a virgin. I smile and bite my lip thinking about taking her virginity. That’s so hot.
After some time, sweat has formed on my forehead. I gave it to her fast for, at least, twenty minutes. I must admit that I’m a bit exhausted, but I know that I’m gonna nail my presentation tomorrow because I’m really enjoying Jen’s pussy.
She lowers her legs and turns them slightly sideways, resting them on the bed. Her right leg is over her left one, and I stick my dick into her pussy, pressing my hand on her right thigh.
I hover over her as I penetrate. She peers up at me, grimacing and moaning. I speed up the pace and she screams. I love hearing it.
I’m so hard and want to shoot my load, but I refrain because I want to carry on. Looking at Jen’s face makes me want to cum. She’s so beautiful.
I want to be close to her, so I lie on top of her, and she opens her legs. I bob up and down and intermittently ravage her neck. Her silky hair and soft skin feel amazing. We kiss and run our hands all over each other. The intimacy feels more like lovemaking than sex. I can’t say that I’ve been this intimate with a woman before.
I have to admit that it feels amazing. Maybe because Jen is an amazing woman. And she smells so damn good. I can’t get enough of her.
I twitch and groan as my load abruptly shoots out. Oh, man. I twitch with every squirt, and it just doesn’t seem to stop. She holds me tightly as I completely empty my balls.
I lie on the bed, and she rests her head on my chest.
The alarm rings at five in the morning. She’s still asleep, and I have to go. I don’t want to disturb her sleep, so I slide underneath her and leave fifty dollars on the nightstand for her taxi ride.
My presentation goes incredibly well. The board was impressed with my analysis, and a female executive gave me the eye the entire time. Pity I don’t have time to bang her.
That evening, I got on a flight to Australia. A big media company has rendered my services, and I have another company to analyse after that. It seems that I’m going to be in Australia for the next month.
Two days before I was about to leave Australia, I received an email from Jen. How did she get my email?
‘We need to talk urgently. Please call me.’
I call the number in the email. I’m pretty certain that she’s upset with me for leaving and not saying goodbye. She deserves an apology.
“Hi, Jen. How are you?”
“I’m pregnant.”
I pause for a few seconds. “Sorry?”
“I’m pregnant. You’re the father.”
“This has to be some kind of joke.”
“I’m not joking.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“What now?”
“I’m having the child.”
I bow my head, close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why don’t you take a pill and make the problem go away?”
“No! That’s against my religion. I’m going to have the child.”
I blow out a breath silently. “I can’t look after the child.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m travelling. I have to work.”
“You can work in the US, and we can all live together there as a family.”
My eyes widen, and I smile. “Oh, I see what’s going on. You wanted me to impregnate you so you can use me to visit the US.”
“What? No. I didn’t plan to get pregnant. I didn’t even want to have sex. You were my first. I’m not like that. I had a bit much to drink, and you treated me really well.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. You know what? If you don’t want to take care of your child, then fine. I’ll raise the baby by myself.”
I’m silent for some time. I don’t know how to respond. The last thing I want is for my child to go through what I went through.
“I’m just worried. That’s all,” I say.
“About what?”
“I don’t want my child to be alone like I was. My parents gave me up for adoption, and I went to a terrible family, which I eventually fled from. I was on my own on the streets at a young age, all alone and had to fight to survive.”
“Then be a part of your child’s life. Be a part of our lives. We can be a family together.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Don’t you see that this was meant to be and is a sign from God that you should start a family?”
I think about travelling for the rest of my life. That sounds exhausting. I’ve already seen most of the world. As I age, I’m going to be less enthusiastic about travel. Maybe this is a sign for me to start a new chapter.
“Let’s do it. Let’s start a family, and we’ll live wherever you want.”
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