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Lisa morales

I never wore underwear. It was so much warmer that Krasnoyarsk. I was an earlier riser and it gave me something to do early in the morning. Most of the students all but one of the professors only had a little money. Fucking them would not get me further up the international power structure, at the same time, but I was always horny. 

My oligarch came to visit me last weekend and on Friday we had dinner. I let him him finger me, but told him I was too shy and inexperienced to go all the way and he bought it. The next night I snuggled up to him and played with his cock. I told him how much his old, flabby body turned me on. He went along with it and got my best blowjob that i had perfected with the football team at home.I played with his ass a lot and the faggot loved it. Every time my long fingernail sc****d his ass, he groaned.

As i penetrated his his rear and his cock was leaking pre-cum I told him that needed an assistant to handle all of the things that I was involved in. I only had to pull out for a short time, before he said yes and I drove my fingernail deep in his ass. I captured all his come and fed it to him, while my finger played a big circle in his ass. 

I had him introduce me to the dean of the college and to the head of the department. The president was easy. One blowjob in the clot closet and he would do whatever I wanted. The head of the industrial hygiene department was harder. I tried after class, I tried in his office hours, I tried at the department reception and he wouldn't let me take advantage of any of them. Then on Monaco Indepence Day he held a big party at his house. I came in the back way and saw all of the caterers working hard.

 There was his wife Sylvia directing everyone. I could see how she looked at the young female wait staff.I found a maids dress and put it on, minus the bra and panties. I took a couple of trays of canapes out and brushed against Sylvia. I saw her face light up when she saw my long legs and my tits straining against the low cut top. Each time when I returned, I intentionally bumped into her.

 The first time was a quick brush, by the third time I was feeling her up and my other hand was on her ass. She was loving it and looking for me. The fourth trip I made I grabbed her and took her in the powder room. She said we had to be quick. I said "No problem" and took her dress from her knees to over her head I one quick motion. I knew she had grown up in a Syrian refugee camp so I grabbed her cunt and pressed four fingers home hard. She moaned and involuntarily she said, "Yes Abass". I continued to grind in her pussy with my whole hand. 

She sunk to her knees and started to lap my pussy in very methodical strokes. She repeated, Yes, Yes, let me drink." I let myself go and peed in her mouth. She loved it and friggered herself to a groundshaking orgasm. I slapped her face and said, remember me.

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