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a hot new liaison who fucked like
rabbits whenever they got the chance? It was an intriguing
situation.
    Marianne had
both hands on him now, rolling his balls in her palm and slicking
his foreskin back and forth across the purple helmet of his glans.
She lowered her long and graceful neck and slipped her cool lips
over the burning head of his prick.
    'Mmm yes,'
breathed Tom and thrust his pelvis upwards into her face.
    She raised her
lips from his straining tool and licked him. 'Have you,' she said
between licks, 'thought any more about the Black Raven arts
slot?'
    Tom stared at
her. Her long pink tongue trailed cunningly across his knob,
teasing him, promising more.
    'Well?'
    'I'm sorry,
Marianne, I told you I was having a little trouble remembering
things.'
    'I don't see
how you can have forgotten something so important to me, Tom. You
know I've had it up to here with being a weather girl. I've got
much more to give the TV world than my sunny smile and perky
manner. It's like being a fucking Barbie doll. And I'm pissed off
with wearing pink.'
    She was
getting worked up, Tom noted with alarm. Her long red fingernails
were digging into the tender skin of his scrotum just this side of
pain.
    'What's Black
Raven?'
    'Black Raven,
Mr Mogul, is a television company that you happen to own. They need
a presenter for their new arts programme and, apart from being your
wife-to-be, I'm bright, I'm beautiful and I'm sure-as-hell
available.'
    There was a
silence after this outburst. Marianne had withdrawn her hands from
Tom's loins and his cock lay twitching in frustration on his belly.
He was fed up. He rather fancied wielding some of this power he was
supposed to possess. Starting now.
    'OK,
Marianne,' he said, 'I shall talk to Black Raven within the next
twenty-four hours. Your career is at the top of my agenda.' That
sounded good at any rate.
    'In the
meantime,' he continued, noting with satisfaction a softening of
her expression, 'I'd like a demonstration that you really are
available. If you don't melt down my erection within the next ten
minutes you can return to Badger and spend the rest of your
professional life predicting ridges of high pressure.'
    Marianne's face set hard and for a second Tom thought those
scarlet talons of hers were about to fence for his cheek. Then she
clapped a hand to her mouth and made a low gurgling sound, like the
rattle of pebbles in the rushing water of a brook. It was a most
seductive laugh. She probably was wasted on the weather.
    'Very good,'
she said at last. 'You really had me going for a moment. I love it
when you pretend to be a ruthless tycoon. It turns me on.'
    She got off
the bed and kicked off her shoes, unzipped her skirt and threw it
on the chair. Below the waist she wore just a scrap of thin
turquoise material. The prominent mound of her pubis bulged against
the cotton. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her
panties and lowered them an inch.
    'Shall I?' she
breathed. 'Do you want to look, darling?' Tom's cock was beating a
tattoo on his stomach in an agony of frustration. He tried to keep
the impatience out of his voice.
    'Time's
running out, Marianne. Drop your knickers or it's back to Badger
for good.'
    'Oh you sod,'
she said and pushed the thin strip of cotton down her thighs,
laying bare the long slit of her vagina just six inches from Tom's
face.
    Perhaps it was
the slimness of her hips or the length of her elegant body but the
pouting sex delta at the junction of her smooth thighs seemed
enormous. Or maybe it was because between her legs she was as
hairless as a clam. At any rate, the outer lips of her pussy were
unfurled to reveal a glistening succulence within and at the top of
her crack her swollen clit seemed to sit up and beg. The breath
caught in Tom's throat. This was a cunt in need of serious
attention.
    Marianne took
a small step forward, pushing her pelvis into Tom's face. He
flicked out his tongue. She groaned. He sank his hands into the
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