Call this number now to find out your destiny

What I am going to tell you would never have happened if I hadn’t taken a position in the biscuit factory. My job was to put messages inside the fortune cookies.

“Erm, I do?” My mind began to tailspin: why am I standing here today?

You could say women have always been my passion. Let’s start with the blonde bomb I fucked that first time, Cathy. I was a virgin but a cheeky one for sure. She was out of my league yet still came after me. You know why? Because I already understood women. I studied the female brain for many years — a very curious organ. Often superstitious for no particular reason, and always drawn by mystery. Of one thing I was certain — if you mixed the two, you would have any woman interested.

What I am going to tell you would never have happened if I hadn’t taken a position in the biscuit factory. My job was to put the messages inside the fortune cookies. Bored silly, I thought long and hard — well I didn’t get much action so I was often hard! And the idea was born. Where was the harm? It wasn’t really deceiving people. Not maliciously… Was it? No. I did if for a laugh — to see what would happen. Nothing short of an amazing innovation!

All these thoughts swirled around my sharp and witty brain as I launched a thousand cookies which all contained the same message…

“Here’s your lucky number, call now and your fate will be revealed.”

Of course, it was my phone number.

And what a master plan that proved to be. If a guy rang, I would disconnect. But men are not as irrational, so mostly the calls came in from young women. I would play dumb but get them talking, find out something personal about them, and if I thought one was a goer, well, it was easier than falling off a log to persuade the chick that I was her destiny.

As I said, Cathy was the first. A buxom bottle-blonde Amazonian, about thirty. Me a virgin, fishing for luck, but I hooked her. Really — she hooked me, but I had laid the bait. Took me back to her place and yanked my trousers off before I could finish my drink. Balls bouncing off her chin as she gobbled me down, no mistake. Then, when I was stiff as a rod she rode me like a cowgirl. The squelching of her pussy as she plunged on my pole was something to hear. Only her groans of pleasure, “yes, yes, oh my word,” topped that. Her breasts jiggling so high they almost knocked her out. Then, when she came, her sensual kiss was in such contrast I thought for a moment I could be in love.

But there was no time for such sentiment because I had arranged to meet Alison (another babe searching for her destiny) the following night.

And it continued with Pip, Susan and so on. I could hardly believe it. All that time my mates scoffed that was wasted reading about the female psyche, actually paid off.

Then Anna called. The moment I heard her voice I knew I had to have her. But now I was quite the bachelor boy, so have her meant a fuck or two with maybe a few free drinks thrown in. She was intrigued by the possibility that a particular number could lead to her destiny, and was convinced from the moment we set eyes on each other that I was the one.

Hell, she looked gorgeous on that first date. Well, all the time, really. Hardly ever wore any make-up but her skin glowed as if the sun had just kissed it. Long dark hair tied up in a high ponytail, the tip pointing to an excellently-formed ass, the source of two sleek legs that went on forever. When she smiled my cock would jerk in my trousers, hoping for those rose-bud lips to give it some attention.

She had other ideas though. Before I knew it we were going steady, and I was on the way to meet her Mum without me even having passed second base. If her Mother approved, Anna promised me I would be rewarded. She looked at me coyly with her soulful eyes and Jesus, I became a believer.

After a few rounds of tea and cake over the next month, the jury was in — her Mum was a fan, I was declared a nice boy. More than that, she was going away on holiday and wanted me to, “help Anna look after the place.”

The first few nights that we slept together I was allowed to embrace her naked body as she lay close to me but no more. She didn’t even touch my throbbing dick. Some of my other conquests had left messages wanting to hook up again, but I was under Anna’s spell and gave them all a rain-check.

Anna said she was going to cook a special meal two nights before her Mum was due home. After dinner, she explained how the moment she had read the message in the fortune cookie, she knew it held the secret of her future — me.

She moved around to where I was sitting and fell to her knees. I bent forward and kissed her generous mouth. Pushing me away she held my eyes and began to undo the poppers on her blouse — slowly.

I only got to see her breasts in the dark, now with the side lamp shining on the fullness of their plump flesh, I was mesmerised. The warm, sweet smell of perspiration hit my nostrils as her shirt fell to the floor.

When she unbuttoned my fly I moved my trousers down and at the helm, the purple tip looked me in the eye, balls tight to the stern.

Shifting forward, she swayed her breasts — nipple points grazing the skin. My breathing quickened watching Anna’s tongue dart out of her mouth snatching the droplets from the top of my gland.

Then her head bobbed down and my cock disappeared into the warmth and tenderness of her mouth. I sighed as her hands stroked my thighs and she licked and massaged the shaft rhythmically. Expertly.

Putting pressure on the base, pulling the skin down and lightly caressing the length with her tongue. Knowingly.

Then… she stopped!

About to explode, I howled, “Please, Anna.”

Looking up she asked, “You love me?”

“Yes, I love you, adore you.” Thrusting my cock towards her, yearning for completion.

“Prove it,” she smirked, shimmying her tits over my washboard stomach.

“Yes, yes whatever you want just put your sweet lips back where they were. Back where they belong.”

Beginning to shaft my cock again, very slowly, licking her lips, me moaning, she looked me in the eyes and declared,

“Marry me.”

Then, she angled my cock down and rubbed it over her warm cheeks, stopping with the knob resting on her full bottom lip.

She looked up at me with soulful eyes…

I couldn’t stand it, grabbing her mane I screamed, “Yes, let’s get married, anything.”

In reply, she pumped her head forward and back just a few times and then pulled slightly away as my juice sprayed her gorgeous face, dripping down her chin onto her cleavage.

Well, that was it. My fate sealed too. No backing out. She wanted to remain a virgin until our wedding night, Catholic, you see. That certainly sped up the engagement.

Now here I am in the aisle at St Mary’s church, having just thrown away my bachelorhood and staring out into the congregation — Anna whispers, “I went through your contacts and invited a few of your friends.”

Smiling back at me, I can see Cathy, Alison, Pip and Sue!

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