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Things like this happen to me a lot. I’m in an airport, getting my hair cut by a beautiful, young woman; brunette, bouncy hair, cute rust-red barber uniform, and out of the blue she asks me, “Why do men like to cum so much?” My first thought was, Is she coming on to me? Vanity, I suppose, but my second thought was, That sounds like a real question. So, I give her a real answer: “Because it feels good?”“Oh!” she said, and goes back to cutting my hair. Now, I’m not saying that I only allow beautiful brunettes to cut my hair, but people really do just blurt things out to me. Confessions. Questions. Stories. Things that are just none of my business, but I think that’s part of why they do it. I travel a lot for business. I’m a paid troubleshooter. Because of the rates I charge, I dress well and can afford to fly first class. I solve most of these business problems by talking to people and being respectful. They like the attention, and people just tell me stuff. It’s amazing. I think that “aura” sort of surrounds me. Plus airports are such transient places. We’re strangers. We’ll probably never meet again, and that makes talking to me safe. At least that’s my theory. In this case, the young lady’s barber shop, just a chair really, was in a quiet side corridor of Concourse E, and we were basically alone. I think that made her feel comfortable talking. I smiled at my own vanity and at the age difference between us and asked, “What’s your name, sweetie?”“Veronique, but everybody calls me Vera, so that’s my barber name.” “Veronique is such a beautiful name. Do you mind if I call you Veronique?”She giggled and said that was okay. “So, Veronique, have you made a lot of guys cum?” “Oh, lots!” “How many is lots?” She laughed. “Normal amount,” she said. “So, is normal five, fifty or one-hundred-and-fifty?”She snorted. “It’s not one-hundred-and-fifty!” She combed my hair back off my forehead and gave a little snip. “I don’t know. Twenty? Twenty-five? Normal amount.”I nodded. More than I thought, but she was super cute and very straightforward and that combination is hard to resist. “And I’m assuming all of them came, like bonus veren siteler a lot. Right?”“Well, duh!”“And, when you cum, do you cum really hard too?”She squirmed, accidently rubbing her boobs on the back of my shoulders. That made me squirm. “Well,” she said, “you know, normal amount.” That didn’t sound right to me. “You couldn’t know this, but I do root cause analysis for a living–I help people solve complicated problems–and the first thing I do is to try to get the facts. So, how many of these guys made you cum?”“Well, they all fucked me really hard, and that always feels really good, so all of ‘em, I guess.” Now, I was really getting somewhere. I nodded. I already had a theory. “If you don’t mind my asking,” I said, “would you tell me about one of your recent sexual encounters?”“Okay.” She let her hands hang down at her side so she could concentrate. I scanned the corridor. I didn’t want her story to be interrupted. We were still alone. She laid her hands on my shoulders and unconsciously rested her boobs on the back of my head. I’ll bet she made great tips. I could feel her nod her head as she thought about what to tell me. “Well, last night, I was with my boyfriend and his boyfriend–”“Wait! Your boyfriend has a boyfriend?”She giggled. “Well, he doesn’t call him that. My boyfriend’s name is Ian and his friend’s name is Sammy, but there not gay, yet.” Then she laughed and laughed.“I take it you have a plan?”“Oh, yeah. I know what I want.”“I’m sure you do,” I said. She laughed again, and it warmed my heart because it was so sexy and honest, and sly and shy all at the same time. When she caught her breath, Veronique confessed. “You see, I have a plan.” She pulled my hair back a little harder than she needed to. “Every boy I blow, I make them kiss me. I let them cum in my mouth because, what else am I going to do with all that cum. Then I kiss them. If they won’t kiss me, if they’re squeamish, if they don’t like it or pull away, well, thanks but no thanks. He wants me to take it in my mouth, but he won’t even kiss me back? That’s a one and done.” “Of course,” I said. bedava bahis “The kiss is your prize for doing such a great job.”“Right! Exactly. You totally get it.”“I totally do.”“So, Ian, my boyfriend, was so into it. Like totally. Like, hungry for it, and even then, even that first time when I kissed him and dripped that huge load into his mouth, I’m thinking, uh-huh, he could be the one.”“The one?” I asked. “The one who lets me watch him get fucked in the ass by another man.”I choked! I shouldn’t have been surprised, but her comment just caught me off guard. I cleared my throat and asked, “Is this something you’ve wanted to do for a long time?”She just moaned. When I looked back over my shoulders, her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was swaying back and forth almost in a trance. “I guess so, then.”She caught herself, stopped swaying. Her cheeks actually blushed and she smiled shyly at me. “I’m okay,” she said. “Just got a little dizzy for a second.” She brushed her beautiful brown hair off her face and glanced around the airport hallway. Still deserted. I took a deep breath just to steady my nerves, then I said, “So, last night, you and your boyfriend and his ‘not exactly a boyfriend’–”“Exactly,” said Veronique.“–you all got naked in a pile and, what?”“Well, silly, it wasn’t like that, exactly! We didn’t just get in a pile, you know.”“Help me understand.”She put one hand on her curvy little hip and pointed with her comb. “I came home from work early because it was really slow last night and Ian texted me. He said he needed to see me, but I knew what he meant.”She fanned herself with her comb. “I get home–we have a little trailer, I mean, for a doublewide it’s pretty little–and who is sitting there but Sammy. Now, Ian is taller than me, but he has a small frame, beautiful eyes–so pretty–and wavy hair; but Sammy, well, Sammy is practically a giant. He’s over six feet and built. Sammy, and I used to work together at a furniture store. He was a mover, then he was a moving foreman, then he left to start his own moving company. That didn’t work, but his brother hired him to deneme bonus work as a foreman in their little family business. I think they make, like alarm systems or something? Last I knew, Sammy worked nights so, I know right away something is up, you know?”“And what does Ian do?”“Oh Ian, he’s my little homemaker. He writes factory management software in a remote team out of Texas. He’s crazy smart with the technology. He set me up with a different ringtone for everyone in my favorites.” I nodded. “So, you know. Ian made excuses for why Sammy was there, but I knew what they wanted: they wanted my primo-numero-uno blowjobs, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy, was I? No. I acted like everything was completely innocent. When they complimented my hair, I just said thanks. When they talked about my pretty boobs, I ignored them. When Ian had me sit on his lap, I got back up. When he pulled me down in between them, well, that was almost too much. Even I could smell my pussy getting wet, so I just stood up and accidentally-on-purpose brushed my boobs in Sammy’s face as I went into the kitchen to get us three beers.”I could feel my heart beating faster. I had to uncross my legs and try to slow my breathing. “So, I bring them the beers: one, two, three. Ian drinks. I start talking about making us all a big dinner. Sammy drinks, I start talking about what movie we could all go to see. Then I look at them, eye to eye, one to the other, still completely innocent like. Finally, I take my beer and bring it up to my lips, and I push the bottle against my mouth, and I let it slip inside, just a little, and I drink, sip, sip, sip. I look at Ian. I slide the bottle out of my mouth, and look right at Sammy, and I lick the rim. Then I said, ‘Mmmm. Good.’” “‘Oh, my God,’ says Sammy, ‘I can’t stand it.’”‘“What do you want, Sammy?’ I ask him and he just moans. ‘Say it,’ I said. ‘Say it,’ I whispered, but he is too nice a guy to say it. ‘No?’ I ask him. Then I looked at my boyfriend. ‘You say it. I want to hear it out loud. Tell me what you want. I wanna hear it.’“Sammy stammered. He swallowed. He stood up. He looked at Ian. “‘If you won’t say it, then the answer is no.’ I set my beer on the coffee table, stood up, and turned to head into the kitchen. But finally, Ian stood up. He grabbed me and kissed me, but he wouldn’t say anything, so I shook my head and started to turn away.
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