1. A Very Happy Birthday (Straight Practice part 2)


    Date: 2/24/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Just_A_Guy_You_Know, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    she asked, bleary-eyed. "Yeah, just made a pot," Shriya told her. Angie poured herself a cup, and slumped into a chair at the kitchen table. She'd never been a morning person. "It's Keith's birthday," Shriya reminded her. "Oh?" Angie said uninquisitively, and without much interest. "Congratulations." "Thanks, Ange," I said. Angie wasn't much into birthdays, either. She refused to celebrate her own, and usually couldn't be bothered about anyone else's. "Do you want some breakfast?" Shriya offered. "There's enough here for all of us." "Thanks, but I'm good with coffee for now." Angie opened her laptop, and brought up the previous night's Daily Show. Coffee with Jon Stewart was her regular morning ritual. Shriya served breakfast for the two of us, and we all watched the comedian sarcastically skewer the usual cast of greedy corporations, Fox News, and the Republican party. Apart from mornings when Shriya and Angie's personalities couldn't be more different, the two girls actually got along well the rest of the time. Angie thought that Shriya was cute and funny. Shriya told me she thought of Angie like her older, Whiter sister. There was some Indian kinship term she used, but I forget. After breakfast, Shriya had to rush to class, and I needed to get ready for work. We agreed to meet after work for my birthday dinner and drinks. I'd quit the job at the grocery store some time ago, and now was doing telephone sales for a temporary employment agency. The idea was to convince ...
    these businesses to contract for our temp workers. They needed work done, we could supply the labour for cheaper than it would cost to hire workers themselves, especially since we'd take care of all the HR stuff for them. I'd promise them all kinds of bullshit about the quality and efficiency of our workers, and so on. About nineteen times out of twenty, I'd get instantly shot down, and hung up on by bitchy secretaries who had no authority to make these kinds of decisions for their company, but really got off on the power of being able to screen a phone call. It was a pretty shitty job, to be honest, but I did well enough at it that I didn't get hassled too much by the management. Throughout the day, as I sat at my desk making phone calls, Shriya texted me photos of her. They started off innocently. Here's Shriya's beautiful face. Here's another selfie with more of her body in it. Here's one she did in the mirror of the washroom at school where I can see her entire figure in a sultry pose. By lunch, the photos were getting a little more daring. Here's a shot looking down her blouse at her cleavage. Here's one outdoors, looking up her skirt at the purple panties she's wearing. Here's another flash of that purple bra, taken quickly while no one is looking. And this one, with a nipple slip- oh and in the distant background, it looks like someone has taken notice. As I attempted to convince another receptionist how vital our services were for the financial well-being of her ...
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