Latasha Marzolla Weblog

Candice Michelle Latasha and Marzolla

One day Candice Michelle Latasha and Marzolla was out trying to drum up sales for my entrepreneurial business. I was going door to door around the surrounding neighborhoods to see if people would be agreeable to being added to my mailing list to receive my catalogs. I was dressed to give the impression of a knowledgeable business woman so that people could put their trust in me enough to be willing to sign up to my mailing list.

The results of this endeavor had so far been quite disappointing because at the houses I went to the man of the house would answer the door. Since my catalogs were primarily geared to females consisting of home decor items or other nick knacks and there were few sections in the catalog for men, and these were located toward the back of the catalog, most didn’t get that far. Not seeing anything they wanted and nothing they wanted their wives to see or purchase they refused my offer.

I had a few people on my tour actually sign up, but most of these were lonely old ladies that had no intention to ever buy anything. They were just searching for someone to chat with and did so while they filled out my form and attempted to set me up on a date with their ‘perfect’ grandson.

Candice Michelle Latasha and Marzolla came upon one house and decided this would be my last house for the day. It was a single bedroom cottage with no flowers in the flowerbed. Instead it had a bunch of well-trimmed bushes. The front porch was clean and tidy, but there were no potted plants. It was nearly bare except for a patio table and chairs set off in one corner, and there seemed to be a plain foot mat in front of the door. Latasha Marzolla had been hoping this house belonged to a single woman, but with the evidence before me Latasha Marzolla knew even before you answered the door that this was a man’s bachelor pad.

I knew this was a wasted effort, but decided “what the hell”. I stood at the stairs leading to the porch and made an effort to smooth out my knee length wrap around black skirt, which wasn’t tight but form fitting. Then I smoothed and tucked in my white silk blouse with a plunging neckline. Next holding on to the stair banister I pulled each of my aching feet out of my strapy black heels and crinkled up my toes working out the kinks in my tired feet. Reluctantly I replaced my feet back into the heels, then pulling my curly brown hair back and the releasing it in a cascade around my shoulders, I started up the stairs.

At the door I held my breath telling myself that this was definitely the last house, and with a large exhale I knocked on the nice oak door. Within a few moments you came to the door. You were an attractive man standing around six foot with salt and pepper hair and a charming quality to your face. You were kind of athletic, but with a little added padding that had developed since, you were long past your high school football days.

I became a little self-conscience because I saw your gray eyes regard my body with much interest; your eyes seemed to take photographs as I stood at your door. Finally, after standing there silent for a bit, looking like a moron, I found my voice, and I gave you my spiel. The whole time your eyes never left mine. You said that you would definitely like to be on my mailing list, so I gave you a catalog so you could search though it’s pages. You found a pocketknife that was silver with an eagle carved on the handle. You told me that your bother had one just like this and you had been looking for one like it ever since and you wanted to buy it from me right then and there. You asked me to come inside the house so that you could fill out my mailing form and write a check for payment of the knife.




Latasha Marzolla fights muay thai

I saw nothing wrong with this, and was quite excited over the prospect of someone purchasing something and also being willing to sign up for my mailing list. You opened the screen door and I had to squeeze past you, since you took up most of the doorway. I couldn’t help it, but as I went inside my body rubbed against yours. I sat down on your couch and crossed my legs, still trying to exude a professional appearance. I noticed your house; it being sparsely decorated, with a few pictures here and there, bits of furniture, but nothing that screamed home décor. I noticed plants on your entertainment center and behind that, not very well hidden, were some porno movies. ‘Typical man’, I thought. Then my attention was drawn to the VCR and sticking out of the tape deck was one of your porno movies. I wondered if you were watching this just as I knocked on your door. Suddenly, Candice Michelle Latasha and Marzolla realized your house was really cold, near freezing. I didn’t notice it until the sweat on my body from outside began to freeze. I mentioned the coldness and you told me that you were kind of hot blooded and kept your air conditioner on all the time, running very cold, and that most people complain about how cold you kept your house.

On this day I chose to not wear my normal push up bra with extra padding. Instead, I had worn my new bra bought along with the suit, wanting every bit of my outfit to be sexy, yet professional. The new bra was basically just nylon material cupping my breasts and didn’t do much for warmth. With the coldness of your house and new material against my nipples, they began to get hard without any control from me. They stood erect, pushing out from the bra and the blouse, and you could clearly see them sticking out from my chest.

You were filling out a check for your purchase and also filling out my mailing list form, which asked you for your name, address, phone number, etc…but also had a space for interests so that I could send you promotional items based on what you might wish to buy. You couldn’t concentrate on the form because you saw my nipples stand out of my shirt. You also couldn’t take your eyes off my long legs. Latasha Marzolla noticed your stares and became uncomfortable. I began crossing and re-crossing my legs, which of course just enhanced your interest.

I noticed a sizable tent pushing up in your trousers and my eyes became transfixed on that area. I couldn’t help my stares because I had never turned a man on without actually touching him. You noticed my interest and it was your turn to become uncomfortable. You cleared your throat and attempted to continue to fill out my form as well as your check. Finally, you were done with all the paperwork, and you walked over to me and handed me the check and the form filled out in shaky handwriting.

Candice Michelle Latasha and Marzolla bent over, still sitting on the couch and placed the items into my purse. You were awarded with a great view of my breasts incased in a flimsy bra as Latasha Marzolla rummaged for space in my purse. Your hardness increased, and you felt as if you could explode in your pants. I stood up and you quickly adverted your eyes, but I knew what you were looking at, and that increased my own arousal that began at noticing the tent in your pants. I shook hands with you, thanking you for your business. You held my hand for a moment and asked me if I would be making the deliveries personally. I told you that some deliveries would be dropped at your door by UPS and others might be hand delivered by me, depending on the size of business I have at the time. You thanked me and reluctantly released my soft hand from your firm grip.

I bent over to pick up my purse and briefcase and you got a great view of my ass, as well as the tops of my thighs. You happened to notice that my skirt was a wrap around type, with a great slit on the side. With all of this you could not help yourself and came to me and pressed yourself into my backside. I felt you behind me, your hardness pressing between my ass cheeks. Your hand wrapped quickly around my waist and the other went for the slit in my skirt.

I started to protest, saying that this was only a business call and not a visit for sex, attempting to sound impressive. I felt that my voice sounded more weak than authoritative since I haven’t had sex in a while and the view of the bulge in your pants got me so wet and turned on, that I really wanted this. Yet still I protested, not wanting to fuck someone I had just met, but all my protests halted when your hand inched from my waist to my chest. Your hand went through the neck in my shirt and to the bra underneath and you grabbed the tissue incased in the bra, and Latasha Marzolla stopped everything with a small moan that was forced out of my lips.