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NAUGHTY NATALIE

I’m a traveling man. Not quite in the old-school sense of the word, necessarily, but in the spirit of it, at least. My job takes me around the country, keeping me continually on the move; two weeks on the West Coast, a day in the Midwest, a weekend the South, then on to the East Coast for a week before heading back west. We have companies in almost half of the states of the US, and I’m constantly putting out fires in every single one of them.

Needless to say this precludes me from having a traditional relationship. It simply wouldn’t be fair to be gone from my family at all times; not to me or to them. But that’s okay. I’ve never been much for the traditional lifestyle anyway. I prefer to do things my own way.

Luckily for me I’m a pretty good looking dude, a tall and dark-haired 27-year old with a body honed from years of playing sports and working out. I’m extremely comfortable in my own skin and have a pitch-black, self-deprecating sense of humor. Which is a long-winded way of saying that I’ve never really had any trouble with women.

That last part has made things pretty easy for me while I’m on the road. Over the years I’ve cultivated a number of relationships, leaving me with one woman for each of the cities I visit on a regular basis. They’re not girlfriends in the traditional sense but they’re more than just fuck-buddies. Each women is someone I spend the majority of my non-working time with when I come into town, sort of like a short-lived, temporary relationship, minus all the hassles. We party, we go to dinner, we hang out, and we fuck. Then we both move on until the next time I’m in town.

There are, of course, occasional issues that flare-up in this kind of set-up, but for the most part, it works wonderfully. I’m certainly happy about my life. The way I see it I get the best of both worlds; a bevy of hot, awesome, sexually-active companions without the hassles and pitfalls of a long-term relationship. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

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I arrived in St. Louis at 6PM, got into my rental car, and made my way towards Natalie’s apartment. I had four days in the city, most of which were going to spent working, but tonight I had the evening to do with what I pleased. So I’d made plans to take Natalie to dinner before settling down for the night.

Natalie was a 23-year old graduate student at the University of Missouri, where she was studying to be a biochemist. I’d met her a couple years back when she was working part-time at one of our sister companies, helping make ends meet.

At a shade under 5’4” and barely more than 100 pounds, Natalie was a tiny young woman with long brown hair and a rocking body. She was one of those lucky girls that could go either way; she could play down her looks and be the girl-next-door, cute as a button, all innocent and wholesome looking, or she could sex things up and pull off the filthy, slutty look with ease.

Most of the time, I preferred the latter. Luckily for me, on this night, that was what I got.

It was just after 7PM when I knocked on her door.

“Come on in,” I heard Natalie call out. “I’m in the bedroom.”

I opened the door and walked in, then closed and locked it behind me. I made my way into the bedroom, an excited little smile playing on my lips. I loved these first nights with one of my girls. It was like Christmas morning every single time.

I pushed Natalie’s bedroom door open and peeked inside her room. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror attached to the wall next to the bed, putting the finishing touches on her bright-red lipstick, which combined with the generous portion of black mascara around her eyes and the teased-up, slightly ruffled hair to give her that ultra-slutty look that I loved so much.

Her outfit played it up too, consisting of a long-sleeve white blouse that showed off her small but firm and perfect tits while leaving her flat midriff exposed and a tiny jean skirt that barely covered her ass and left her black g-string panties visible. And just to top things off she was wearing a pair of black knee-high boots with heels that added four inches to her frame, making her almost my height.

Natalie caught my eye in the mirror and flashed me a smile. “What do you think?” she asked, spinning in place.

“I think I’m already hard just from looking at you.”

“You like it that much, huh?”

“Like it? Hell, it’s all I can do to not cream my pants right now.”

Natalie laughed and went back to finishing up her lipstick. It was a totally unnecessary move, meant only to taunt me with her puckered up lips. And it worked. I just couldn’t resist.

I came up behind her and pressed my body up against hers. My already hard cock was pressing against my pants, poking her in the lower back, right above her ass. She caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled wickedly. I returned the gesture.

“I thought we were going to dinner?” Natalie said, acting all innocent.

“We are,” I replied. “Just not until after I ravage you.”

“I don’t know,” she said, pretending to play hard-to-get, a ruse that was undermined by her wry smile and the tone of her voice, not to mention her body, which was rubbing up against mine with deliberate intentions. “It took me half an hour to get made up like this. I don’t know if I want to go through that again.”

“Please,” I said, drawing the word out to play up my mock disgust. “You know this is exactly why you got all dolled up. You wanted to make it impossible for me to keep my hands off you.”

“I must admit, I was hoping it would have that effect.”

“Then stop your whining and let me do what I’m good at,” I said as I ran my hand up the side of her body, slipped my hand under her shirt and cupped her right breast. I pinched her nipple and felt it harden beneath my fingers almost immediately. She let out a low moan as I rubbed her nipple between my fingertips.

“Oh, okay. Fine,” Natalie said in an exaggeratedly resigned tone. “If you can’t keep your hands off me, then I guess I’ll just have to let you do your worst.” She began rubbing her ass up and down against me, her breathing rate growing more and more rapid with every second.

I leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe while I switched my hand over to her right nipple and gave it the same treatment as the left one. Once both were hard enough to be poking through the material of her shirt, I slid my hand out from under her shirt and continued running it up her body until it was wrapped loosely around her throat.

Our eyes were still locked together via the mirror while I lifted her chin slightly and licked and sucked at her exposed neck. Her hands came up to her tits and

she grabbed ahold of them over the material and played with them.

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