The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event.
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"Jilnar Jardaly Fucks the Interns"
Hey, guys!
It's your naughty Arabian nymphomaniac Jilnar here again.
You know, being an oversexed cock-hunter gets me into all sorts of horny adventures. I remember a few years ago when the boss called me into the office. I thought he just wanted his usual mid-morning blowjob or handjob but, when I entered the two room, there were two teenage boys in there. I was told they were high school seniors on exchange from the USA and were here for some work experience and I was chosen to be their mentor for a few days.
They were both gorgeous! They were eighteen and very athletic, but different in every other way. Simon had blue eyes and blonde hair and was a star quarterback at his high school back home. He was from a very affluent family and showed all the arrogance of a spoiled self-centered brat. I got quite bored hearing him going on and on about his high-powered family and how he was going to go to Harvard soon as he finished high school and how much money he was going to make, blah, blah, blah...
Jeremy I liked straight away. He was a quiet African-American boy who was, apparently, a superbly gifted basketball player, hoping to win a college scholarship. He was tall and you know what they say about tall black guys! Yum! My panties started getting a little wet just thinking about it...
I spent the next few days giving them little chores to help me around the place. They were so young, athletic and "new", I couldn't help but have lustful thoughts about both of them. I enjoyed having my top buttons undone and wearing my shortest skirts and fuck-me slingback high heels, letting them get plenty of eyefuls of my cleavage and long legs. I'm always getting complements for my breasts and legs and I could tell how excited they were getting. They always looked away whenever I caught their eye but I could always see their young cocks stirring and hardening in their pants. I delighted in watching them fidgeting and "adjusting" themselves to hide their arousal from me. Simon, the cocky little turd, even came right up to me a few times, deliberately brushing against me and stealing a quick whiff of my perfume. He was lucky I was such a horny, cock-craving slut and enjoyed the attention or else he'd have a sexual harassment charge on his hands!
Day three. Today is the day my beautiful young boys both become men...
I called Simon into the office. When he entered, I shut the blinds and locked the door behind him. I walked over to the window and called Simon, who was now standing right behind me - inappropriately close as always.
"What do you think of the view?" I asked him, "Have you ever been in an office with a view like this?"
"Sure!" he said, "My dad has an office even bigger and higher than this in Time Square, New York," said the cocky little brat.
I rolled my eyes, but then saw a box of Oeros on the windowsill so took one out and said, "Do you like Oreos, Simon?"
"Sure, I guess," he said.
I separated the two biscuits and started to slowly lick the cream filling.
"I love the taste of fresh cream, Simon. Mmmmmmm..." I purred seductively.
I knew it was my moment so I scraped a little of the cream off with my fingernail and pointed it to Simon.
"Want a little taste?" I asked him.
"You bet!" he said, holding my hand and inserting my whole finger into his mouth to suck it clean.
I started to slowly lick the cream on the biscuit saying, "Let's lick it together, honey."
His response was immediate! His tongue and mine were licking the cream coating, but rapidly becoming more interested in licking each others tongues than the biscuit. I could feel him rubbing his hardening, rich-boy cock against my ass through our clothes which was turning me on like crazy! I had to have his young cock! I had to have it right now!
"Do you want me, Simon?" I asked darting my tongue between his lips. "Tell me how much, if you do..."
"YES! FUCK, YES!!, he growled, "I've wanted you since I first saw you! My god, you're so fucking hot!"
"Then take me... Take me now!"
His breathing was maniacal, his hands were shaking like jello. He was trying furiously to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants with one hand while feeling his way under my blazer to open my blouse and bra with the other. His shaking hands were soon pulling my soaking wet panties to one side and he wasted no time in sinking his entire American cock straight into my hot, wet, tight, little Arabian pussy. He was clawing at me with his fingernails and pounding into me like a jackhammer. He was biting my neck and the side of my jaw and licking my face and neck. He was trying to say words to me but all he could get out were guttural, primitive, lustful grunts and groans.
Then, suddenly, as soon as it started, it was over. I could feel his legs buckle and then feel him shooting an incredibly huge load of his teenage American cum deep inside me.
I felt him sliding down off me, gasping for air, until he collapsed in exhaustion on the floor. Now it was time to show him his place...
I pressed my six-inch heel hard down onto his heaving chest saying, "Get up, get dressed and get down to Starbuck's and get me a fucking Frappuccino! Now, bitch!!"
"Yes, Miss Jardaly," he said, grovelling kissing my stilettoed foot, "Yes, Miss Jardaly! I'll do anything you say!"
He quickly got dressed and scurried out the office like a crab, bowing an grovelling as he went.
Job done! Trained!
