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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection.
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I Dream of Demie 14 - Giving Her What She Needs (MF, interr, mc, oral)
by Krosis of the Collective
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I woke up, remembering what I wanted to say to Demie: She should call Dianna. Oh, and did she murder my coworker Carrie?
But I was alone in the bed, and I was late for work. "Shit!"
I gulped down some cold coffee and rushed out the door, not even having time to shave. I was late for my shift but not for our start-of-day standup meeting, so I doubt my manager even noticed.
What I noticed, though, was Kestrel, the lone woman in our department, walk by me for the standup meeting, pause, and then stand next to me instead of in her normal spot. I side-eyed the attractive young Indian woman, one of our university student work program placements. She seemed pensive, and flustered when it was her turn to tell the department what she would be working on for the day.
After the meeting, she followed me back to my cubicle. I sat and looked up at her. "Yes...?"
She fidgeted. "Um...can I get your help...?"
This was odd, as I hadn't even looked at the parts of the game she was working on, so I probably wouldn't be of any help. This was actually the most we had spoken in her few weeks at the company.
Then I noticed that her nipples were poking through her black knit top. She was turned on!
I mentally kicked myself. Fuck, not again! I hadn't showered that morning. I still had Demie's orgasmic juices on my cock, and Kestrel had smelled them when she got close. That scent turned women into wanton fuckbunnies, and this cute university student was no exception.
I couldn't let this happen again, not after what happened with Carrie. "Look, Kestrel, I can't help you. Please just get back to work, okay?"
Pouting, she left. I sighed.
A few minutes later, my manager messaged me, *hey, give Kestrel whatever she needs, ok?*