Podcasts about Beko

One lowly pledge must satisfy the girls of Omega U. By QuothTheRamen - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life as a lowly pledge The day I went to college I thought I had cleaned my last floor. Washed my last dish. Scrubbed my last toilet. I left home after five years too many of flipping burgers and dealing with other people's shit. I was done trying to make a bunch of assholes happy. It took all of one day in a frat to realize I was wrong. The world was filled with unhappy assholes, and they were all my problem."Pledge Needledick! Make sure the floor shines." Beko was the frat vice president. He was about as funny as a cold sore. But he was also a linebacker, so people generally felt obligated to laugh. "It's Cam." I said. "It's Cam what?" "It's Cam, Sir." I said. I did not sigh. It was difficult. "It's pledge Needledick now." Beko woofed. Like a dog. A retarded dog. "We are getting fucked up!" Shaun slid himself between Beko and me, smooth as anyone I had ever seen. "What Beko is trying to say is that today is your night on the chore rota Cam. All pledges take a turn." Shaun was the frat president. And he was probably going to be a senator. "No. I get it. Shit needs cleaning." I said. "Right. Spirit of brotherhood. Don't wait up." Shaun said. "Beko! What have I told you about pissing on the floor?" And, with the sloppy zip of a zipper, I was alone. I had the place to myself, piles of shit to clean up, and a fresh puddle of piss to mop. "I am so fucking stupid." I said. I pledged the frat because Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda was the place for business majors. Just this chapter alone had produced three Fortune 500 CEOs, a couple of Silicon valley royalty, and so many millionaires they stopped keeping track. And business is all about who you know. A poor boy from the shit end of the city who does not know anyone needs to change that. And so I did. And now I was picking up empties while the future leaders of the free world were getting shitfaced and laid. You would think that with so many rich bastards they would have a maid. I was well into the second hour and elbow deep in the world's most disgusting toilet when the doorbell rang. I didn't get up. I just kept scrubbing. Whoever they were here for it certainly was not me. The bell rang again. And again. And then someone starting pressing it like they'd been duct taped to the damn button and then had a seizure. I ripped off my yellow gloves, jogged to the door and opened it. "What the fu-" I started. I did not end that sentence. I saw where it was going, flagged it down, and gave it directions to a new and better place. "How can I help you?" I said. Is this because I am a good person? The kind of person who does not tear people's heads off for no reason? Of course not. I worked in fast food. It was because, on the other side of the door, stood a very pretty young Asian girl in heels, a knit skirt, and a sorority sweater so tight that it had to have been drawn on her. The girl blinked the blink of the slightly high, or the very dumb. "I'm here for Beko." she said. Dumb it is. "He's out right now. I can tell him you called." I said. She blinked again. "I didn't call. I walked." "Right. No. Totally get that. Do you want to leave a message?" "Nope. I want to see Beko." "Tell you what. Come on in. We'll call him." I said. "Let me just wash my hands." She walked in and, with a clear familiarity, walked over to our least disgusting couch and sat on it. I ran to the sink, scrubbed up and came out. Then I called Beko from my cell. He answered on the first ring. "Beko, it's me, Cam. I have a--" I looked at the Asian space cadet quizzically. "June." she said. "--June here to talk to you." "Needledick! I was watching porn on my phone." Beko shouted. Over what must have been one hell of a party. "Now I just see your stupid Needledick name on my phone. Hang up so I can see some titties." So I hung up. "He's very busy right now." I said. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Is Joe here?" "No. Just me." "Louis?" "No. He's out." Ryan?" "No. I am the only one here. I am the only Alpha in the house. There is just me. I see you thinking of another name. But he is not here either. I assure you, I am the Alpha and the Omega of people in this house." She looked confused. "No. I am the Omega. Omega Chi Upsilon Mu." She said. Now I was confused. Omega was almost a honor society. It was not your run of the mill sorority. "Pardon?" "I'm an Omega." She smiled. "And I am high as fuck." Ahh. So not dumb. Just really high. "Right. Well is there anyone else you need me to call? I don't want to blow you off, but I still have a lot of cleaning to do." I said. "I want to blow you off." "Is that a pot joke?" "No." She stopped, wrinkled up in a frown, then continued. "At least I don't think so. I need to blow an Alpha." "And why is that?"" "Scavenger hunt. You guys are worth forty points for a facial." "I'm sorry?" Let's step back for a moment. Time to create a Venn diagram. One circle will be "Woman who have sucked my dick." Small circle. Not empty. Filled with women to whom I am forever grateful. Let's have the other circle be "Women who are so fucking hot that I silently apologize after jerking off to their memory." Now, and I want to be totally clear on this, these circles do not intersect. Not even a little. They don't even get written out on the same piece of paper. Imagine too, a circle labelled "Women who let me cum on their face." This circle was empty. Back to the moment. "Tonight is the Omega Scavenger hunt. And I wanna win it." she said. Her smile was tempting me to make a bad decision. "So what do I do?" "Take off your pants. But leave on the Alpha sweatshirt." I reached for my belt, and then years of self-preservation kicked in. "Wait, Beko's not your boyfriend is he? Because he would have an easy time killing me and I would have a hard time stopping him." "Nope. He just has a nice dick." Which is exactly not what I want to think about when I next see Beko. I dropped my pants. Then I closed my eyes and waited for the someone to tell me that this was a terrible terrible prank. What I felt instead was warm breath across my the head of my dick. I cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She'd taken one of the couch cushions and put it on the floor in front of me. She was kneeling on it, her face just inches away from me. I was not hard. But that was not going to last. She traced her fingers up my thigh, sliding them slowly up, I bit my lip as I watched her. Her hand slid under my balls, then she ran a finger from my ass all the way to where they hung. All the while her hot breath surrounded me. I'd never watched myself get hard before, but it was happening so fast it barely registered. One minute her hand lightly cupped my balls and the next I am so damn hard that it almost slaps me in the stomach. "You like this?" She asked, as she ran her soft cheek along the head. "I'm neither dead nor gay, so yes." "Good." She said. The she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, holding it up. She leaned in and alternated between soft kisses and quick licks as she worked her way up. I balled my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. She teased and licked her way up, until her mouth was just at the head. Then she looked up at me, winked, and took me in her mouth. I'd had my dick sucked before. I thought it was awesome. It turns out that everyone who came before was just shit. She ran her tongue under my shaft, her mouth wet and ready. She swirled it against the hole at the tip, then leaned in, taking inch after inch. She did not slow. She did not stop. She took me in until her nose was flush against me, her chin touching my balls. She winked again. And then slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, she let me out. Her tongue made every inch of my man flesh electric. I reached down to her head, but she just brushed me off, then waved her finger in the classic naughty naughty gesture. Chastened, I put my hands behind my head and groaned. She firmly wrapped one hand around my root, and with the other cupped my balls, pressing a finger against my taint. She leaned forward again, taking me until her lips reached her hand. She began to rock her head back and forth, slowly at first. Her hand stayed with her lips, making every rock a long slow stroke of my dick, with the wet miracle of her mouth keeping me on edge. I took a deep breath as she started speeding up. Every downstroke felt my cock getting wetter, every upstroke felt my balls getting tighter. Her free hand was rubbing my taint, teasing my balls, and driving me crazy. I felt my hips go loose as I adopted her rhythm. Pulling away when she pulled away. Pushing in as she pushed in. I felt myself in the back of her throat, then running the length of her tongue. She kept a wet suction that gave me no respite. I felt myself pushing the pace now. Seeing her, so gorgeous, so sexy so fucking good at sucking a cock was too much. I pushed so hard she gagged. I pulled out so far the cool air hit me. But she did not stop. Her grip on my shaft tighten. She slammed me into her mouth as if daring me to try to stop. I was off balance, standing on my toes, my dick falling into her amazing mouth, my eyes seeing stars. "Fucking Christ! I'm going to blow!" I said. She sped up, moving so fast she got blurry. I felt my load begin, rumbling from the depths of me up my shaft. She felt it too, and right when it was about to escape she learned back, her hands continuing to work the shaft. I exploded on to her. On her cheek, her perfect nose, her hair. And she put her face right against me. Pulling me still, milking every last drop onto her skin. I was in love. So it is a clear understatement when I say I was surprised when the flash went off. "Did you just take a selfie?" I said. "Yep. Gotta get the points." She said. "I forgot about that." And I had. This was clearly a one-time thing. But at least I closed the Venn diagram. "So June, could you send me that?" "Nope." "Right." I reached for the paper towel roll that remained from my cleaning and offered it to her. "Towel?" I said. She smiled the gorgeous smile, buried under layers of my spunk. "Nope. I'll wear it out. Extra five points." And, just like that, she was gone. It was the best thirty minutes of my life so far. Of course, by the end of the night it would be the third best thirty minutes of my life. One lowly pledge must make her nasty video dreams come true. I found pizza under a couch. Not a pizza box. No box to be found. Not a single slice, but instead eight slices, composing a whole pizza of what I can only assume was pepperoni pizza, all perfectly arranged under the couch. Like it was being delivered to hungry mice whose ordering reach far exceeds their grasp. Or a bunch of morons with the munchies. Fifty/fifty. I had been tempted, only briefly, to leave the pizza out as a reminder to my frat brothers to clean up after themselves. But, given the bags of filth I trucked out to the dumpster, this cause was lost. I tossed the pizza in with the condom wrappers, used dental floss, and random crusty Kleenex that so recently littered our floors. You might think that I would be unhappy, cleaning up after a couple dozen very well connected douchebags. And, on a normal night, you would be right. But this was not a normal night. This was a night in which the mere fact of my association with Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda resulted in me getting the kind of blow job reserved for men with excessive body hair, giant cigars, and private armies. A night in which one of the hottest women I had ever seen allowed me to not only cover a tile in ethnic bingo (Row: BJ, Column: Asian. Bingo!) but also had me paint her face like a drunken Jackson Pollack. So while I may be the lowest man on a very mangy totem pole, I was also a man who had had my pole waxed. I was in a post orgasm glow, and oscillated between absolute disbelief that I might ever be so lucky, and a profound fear that the best thing that might ever happen to me had already happened. It was deep into one of these swings into self-doubt, and deep into a pile of what I could only assume were once out dishes, that the doorbell rang. It may seem crazy to you that I did not run to the door. It may seem crazy to you that I did not even leave the dishes behind. But, to be clear, you are three hundred words into chapter two. I assumed I was living in the boring epilogue of chapter one. So I did not walk to the door. And I did not run. Instead I picked up the next sorry excuse for a plate and started scrubbing. The doorbell rang again. With feeling. And then again. Eventually I realized that whomever was pushing it was actually tapping out a beat. A lively bossa nova thing. And they were not going anywhere. No night is perfect. I put the dish down, dried off my hands, and walked to the door. The persistent beat made my feet want to run, but I kept them under control. I stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. "Welcome to Alpha Nu, how can I help you?" It was dark outside. But she was very blonde. The kind of blonde that happens when you have hair bleach and a wandering mind. The hair framed a lovely face, ghostly pale. And now I was staring. She smiled, a thousand watt thing. "You can help me by getting out of my way." "What?" "'How can you help me?'" She said. "You just asked. Then you got stupid." "Right. No. Come in. I'm Cam." I moved out of the way She pushed past me, pulling a giant roller bag. "I'm Mary. But everyone calls me Daisy." "Why is that?" She hit me with the smile again. "Because I tell them to." She put the bag down, then spun around like a Julie Andrews on a German mountain. This caused her slightly modest sundress to become much less modest, and gave me a lovely view of a pair of runner's legs. And I was staring again. "This will have to do. It's funny, because the place looks so classy outside. All bricks and ivy. Then you come in and it looks like someone threw up on the floor." She said. "Someone does throw up on the floor. Every day. His name is Ted. He calls it clearing his throat." Daisy looked at me with an expression that I could not place. Something between amused and irritated. "Let the artist work, dear." She said. "And that is not the visual I want in my head." She stalked around the room, framing parts with her fingers. "I want sultry. I want dark. I want something that oozes passion and hunger and need." She said. "It's a dump. A dump with couches that are so nasty they make crunching sounds when you sit on them." I said. "It needs lighting. It needs ambiance. It needs to be perfect." "Perfect for what?" I asked. "This!" She said. Then she handed me a piece of paper. I scanned it. "Is this a shot list?" "Of course. You can't direct without one." "And everything on this-" I waved the sheet. "Is going to happen here?" "Of course." "Who is playing willing young co-ed?" I asked. "Me. I am the star of all my works." "And who is playing the hard and ready young stud?" "Well Cam, I was going to audition the boys," She said. And then that smile almost knocked me down. "but you're the only one here. So... are you up for it?" I started pulling off my pants. She put a hand on my chest. "Hold up cowboy. You've seen the shot list. Not until scene 3. Now help me set up." You might think a roller bag would only hold a small amount of film equipment. You would be wrong. You might think that setting up lights, area mikes, a camera, and a bunch of shit that I do not have names for would be difficult with an erection. You would be right. But, given the proper motivation, all work can be rewarding. "I've never seen anyone work so fast." She said. "I'm a lover of film." I said. "You know, I don't normally ask questions when an absurdly attractive woman asks me to make a porno with her-" "You get asked that a lot?" She said, as she was draping sheets over the couch. "More than I'd have ever thought." I said. "But why are we making a porno?" "Because I am an Omega Mu. And this is our annual scavenger hunt." She said. "This video should be worth 355 points, should you be able to keep your load in for every shot." "So, I'm just going to ask this." I said. I looked up and saw her fiddling with the camera. It took me a second to refocus from looking down her dress at her very impressive rack. She caught me looking, and smiled behind the viewfinder. "Why are you doing this at all. This is not me trying to scare you away, I am just really curious." She stopped for a second, and pulled a couple of wispy blonde strands from in front of her face to behind her ear. I don't know that I believe in any god, but if one exists he must be damn happy with his work here. "Do you know how competitive Omega Mu is? The girls there are driven to be great. They will walk off this campus and into lives that most people only dream of. And I'm a film major. They don't respect what I do. They don't understand it. Most of them can't even be bothered to stay awake during my films." She stepped close, so close I could smell strawberries and the faintest hint of excitement. "But they will stay awake for this one. By the time I'm done showing it to them they'll be sitting in puddles of their own juice, awkwardly fidgeting and looking for any excuse to get back to their rooms and get their stuck up snatches off. That room will absolutely stink of arousal and lust and need. And they will know that I am one hell of a filmmaker." My dick was threatening to leave my body and go into orbit. "Is the camera rolling? I need it to be rolling." I said. She pointed at the red light. "It's been rolling for the last five minutes. Take off your shirt." I took my shirt off so damn fast I nearly sprained my shoulders. "I don't have a script." "We'll improvise." She closed her eyes and leaned in. I laid my fingers on top of her hand, gliding them up her arm, to her shoulders. I traced her collarbone, then ran them up her neck, to her cheek. Her lips parted. I leaned in to meet them with my own. I felt a slight shudder as they touched, and I wondered if perhaps all her confidence masked a delicacy, a pure and innocent nature, uncorrupted by all the debauchery that surrounds her. Then I felt a firm hand against my chest. It shoved me on to the couch. I fell with no resistance. She walked up to me, put one leg up by my head and pulled up her dress, revealing absolutely no underwear. "You will lick the living shit out of my pussy. If you're lucky I'll let you lick my ass. And If you do a very good job at that I will let you put that monster trying to escape your jeans balls deep inside me." I am a terrible judge of character. That delicate flower ground her incredibly wet pussy into my face. I am not the smartest guy. And I am no actor. But I certainly take direction. I put my hands on her thighs to steady her, then teased her outer lips with my tongue, splitting them, letting them close, tasting her mix of sweat and natural lubrication. I pulled the inner lips between mine, tracing them up to the hard nub. I ran my lips against it, lightly at first, teasing it with my tongue. She rocked her hips into my face, grinding her clit against my lips. I sped up my tongue to meet her urgency, tightening my grip on her legs, pulling her into me. Her juices flowed all over my jaw, pooling on my chest. She lowered her hands to my head and pulled me in so tight I could barely breathe. "Faster you bastard! If I don't get off you don't get off." Being a gentleman, I obliged the lady. But I knew that speed alone was not going to be enough. I freed one of my hands and ran it between her legs. I took her clit between my lips and raced my tongue along it, feeling it pulse with her arousal. A feeling matched only with the untended arousal currently in my pants. "You can't go too hard with me. And you sure as hell aren't going hard enough." I am competitive. Ninety nine percent of the time it is a terrible flaw. This day, not so much. I found an extra gear and pulsed my tongue against her, moving so fast that I got sloppy, and was licking the whole of her pubis. I slipped a couple fingers into her depths, probing until I found the rough patch of her G-spot, then timed my strokes outside with those inside. "Fuck. Just keep doing that." She said. Then words became groans, moved to soft moans, quickly strung together and rising in pitch. I kept up a steady rhythm, feeling her body stiffen, her strong legs go taut, her breathing get ragged. "Fuck me." She shouted. "Fuck Me!" She pulled my head in hard, rubbing herself against me. Her clit ground against me, tracing a wet line on my lips. She gasped, then caught her breath. "Fuck" Her body went slack. I eased my lips off of her. Took my fingers out, running them along my tongue to capture the taste. I lowered her to the couch, then reached for my belt. She smiled. And I wanted her so badly that there was no terrible thing I would not have done. "Not yet. You're only halfway there. And I need more points." And with that she spread her legs, then pulled her knees in. Now, to be clear, at that point I'd have cut off my left arm to fuck her. So eating her ass was not going to be a problem. I dove right the fuck in. I kissed the cutest pinkest prettiest little asshole that I had ever seen. It was wet with her juices and my spit, and I could not help but run my lips upon the rim. She gasped when my lips touched, and it puckered tightly. I blew on it, seeing it shrink with the cold. I ran my tongue under it, watching it loosen as she got aroused. He hands drifted to her pussy, and she spread it apart with one, then ran two fingers through. A delicate strand of drool ran between her fingers and her pussy, and it was all I could do to not ram my tongue against her pretty pucker. My resolve lasted for about two seconds. Then she started grinding her wet fingertips on her clit and I started pushing my tongue against her. Probing for resistance, feeling her tense. I could hear her fingers, sloppily running, making the wet noises of sex and driving me out of my goddamn mind. She sped up and I pushed my tongue right against her flower. I'd read her rhythm, I waited for my moment, and when it came I pushed into her ass. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" She shouted. I didn't stop. It felt like a compliment. I ran my fingers into her again, easing in a couple, felling myself fill her, wanting so much to put more into her. She rocked herself back and forth, using me as a tool to get her off. I was happy with this arrangement. Tongue, fingers and mind were all synchronized as she took control. Her breathing sped up, but I kept my pace. Her rocking increased, her hungry pussy pulling my fingers in, but I was patient. I knew I would get what I wanted and she was about to get hers. "Don't. Fuck. This. Up." She said. Each word punctuated with a thrust. "I'm. Going. To. Cum." And as she said it I felt the signs. She bottomed out on my fingers, her wet pussy spasmed against them. Her ass rippled against my tongue, Her toes curled, and then I got a face full of what I can only assume was her ejaculate. Given what I had done to June it only felt fair. Daisy put both legs on the ground and stood up. Her dress fell back over her assets, robbing me of the wonderful view. "That was worth an extra 20 points. So I am very happy." She said. "I think it is time to make you very happy. Take off your pants." You can't rip off blue jeans. Denim is not a fabric that rips. But you can get them off so fast that short one high speed camera no one can tell the difference. "Stay on the couch." She said. She lifted one spaghetti strap and slowly pulled it over her shoulder. Then the other one. The dress fell noiselessly to the ground. She wore no bra. She didn't need one. Her breasts were as amazing as I had hoped, and the rest of her runner's body was more than I could possibly have dreamed. Taut muscle and soft flesh played in perfect harmony. She stepped towards me, putting one knee outside my legs, then the other. She lifted herself up on her knees, so that she could look down on me, her perfect breasts damn near poking my eyes out. "How badly do you want to fuck me." She said. I could feel all of the wet between her legs dripping on me. My dick twitched like a divining rod on the Mississippi. I looked into those amazing blue eyes and said "A lot." She smiled. "I'll fix that in editing." Then she lowered herself onto me. I wanted to thrust. To take her. To put my hands on her hips, give in to the animal inside me, and slam myself into that perfect wet pussy until I exploded deep within her. But I did not. It nearly killed me, but I kept my shit together. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I felt the lips slowly divide, taking in the head. There was no friction, just heat and wet. She put her forearms on my shoulder, leaned in close, pressed her chest against mine, and brought her lips to my ear. "I love the way you smell. Your sweat and my juices have me so fucking hot." I didn't say anything. I couldn't. She lowered herself a little more. I felt the first inch of me squeezed into her depths. "You want to take me. Use me. The way I used you." I groaned. Her tongue teased my ear. She pushed further, inviting more of me in. "I don't know how you're holding off. Am I not wet enough for you? Tight enough?" I said nothing. My concentration was all I had left. She slid down a bit, her wetness running down my shaft. "Or maybe you're not man enough to take what you want." I put my hands on her hips. Put my lips to her ears. And I stage whispered, loud enough for the camera to hear. "You talk too much." My hips rose. Hers descended. She gasped, but I had been patient for too long. I lifted her, pulled out, then pushed back in. I lifted one arm around her back and pulled her close to me, feeling those tremendous breasts push against me, feeling the muscles in her back tighten. "You're going to match me, stroke for stroke. You are going to match my pace, you are going to match my enthusiasm, and I swear to god you are going to cum with me. I have done everything you wanted. Everything you told me to do. And I am going to fuck the shit out of you." She stopped. And I was struck with terror that I had overplayed my hand. But that smile, dear lord that smile. "I knew you had it in you tiger." She lowered herself to meet me. We started slow, with her walls teasing every bit of me. Each deliberate thrust brought with it a host of mind bending sensations. I locked eyes with her. Saw her passion and need as she pulled me in. Watched her groan every time I bottomed out, watched her grind her pubic bone against mine, trying to get all the stimulation she could. I could have gone forever, but she was a performer. Her pace quickened. I sped up to match. I lowered my head to her breast. She pulled me in, forcing it into my mouth, responding to the suction, the delicate nibble,. My speed increasing, my erection an iron bar straining inside her. Her moans getting louder, my excitement reaching a crest. All pretense of erotic sex had been abandoned. I pushed myself into her with violence, she responded in kind. Our bodies slapped against each other. My hands were gripping her hard runner's ass for dear life, her nails dug into my back. The only word I could say was fuck. The only thing I could do was fuck, All I ever wanted to do was fuck. But all the servicing of this woman had taken its toll. No man could resist her for long. "Now cum for me." I said. I don't know who came first. I came so hard I blacked out for a second, every sense shutting down so that I could bust the world's most righteous nut. She had taken me all the way into her, so deep I could feel every bit of the inside of her, and it was all squeezing me as she pulsed through her own orgasm. I don't know if I've ever cum more. I'm not sure I could. After a minute she stretched out, still impaled on me, giving me an eyeful that I will take with me to the grave and far beyond. "And cut." She said. Then she got up and walked to the camera. Everything I'd left behind was running down her leg and she did not mind at all. "Are you sure you've never acted before? You seem like a natural." "Is this pillow talk?" "No. A direct question." "Ahh. No. Not since I was a tree in the 3rd grade musical." She finished packing the camera. "You must have been one hell of a tree. Now help me clean up." I broke down the lights and the mics. I stole every glance I could. If this was going to be the best night of my life I wanted to remember every bit of it. Far too quickly we were packed. She pulled on her dress. I pulled on my clothes. She turned to leave. "Daisy. stop." I said. "Can I give you my number? In case of rewrites or something?" Daisy reached into her bag, and pulled something out. The she hit me with that smile one last time. "Here's my card. I'll be honest, your ear for dialogue is shit, so you will in no way be involved with a rewrite." She said. "But, if you are ever looking to fuck again, my cell is on the back." I stood stock still and watched her walk away. Shock does terrible things to a man. Then I spent the next fifteen minutes memorizing her phone number, because I am not a complete idiot. The day may come when I forget who I am, where I came from, and everything I have ever cared about. And on that day will still be able to recite all 10 fucking digits because some shit is too damn important to forget.  By QuothTheRamen for Literotica

One lowly pledge must satisfy the girls of Omega U. By QuothTheRamen - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life as a lowly pledge The day I went to college I thought I had cleaned my last floor. Washed my last dish. Scrubbed my last toilet. I left home after five years too many of flipping burgers and dealing with other people's shit. I was done trying to make a bunch of assholes happy. It took all of one day in a frat to realize I was wrong. The world was filled with unhappy assholes, and they were all my problem."Pledge Needledick! Make sure the floor shines." Beko was the frat vice president. He was about as funny as a cold sore. But he was also a linebacker, so people generally felt obligated to laugh. "It's Cam." I said. "It's Cam what?" "It's Cam, Sir." I said. I did not sigh. It was difficult. "It's pledge Needledick now." Beko woofed. Like a dog. A retarded dog. "We are getting fucked up!" Shaun slid himself between Beko and me, smooth as anyone I had ever seen. "What Beko is trying to say is that today is your night on the chore rota Cam. All pledges take a turn." Shaun was the frat president. And he was probably going to be a senator. "No. I get it. Shit needs cleaning." I said. "Right. Spirit of brotherhood. Don't wait up." Shaun said. "Beko! What have I told you about pissing on the floor?" And, with the sloppy zip of a zipper, I was alone. I had the place to myself, piles of shit to clean up, and a fresh puddle of piss to mop. "I am so fucking stupid." I said. I pledged the frat because Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda was the place for business majors. Just this chapter alone had produced three Fortune 500 CEOs, a couple of Silicon valley royalty, and so many millionaires they stopped keeping track. And business is all about who you know. A poor boy from the shit end of the city who does not know anyone needs to change that. And so I did. And now I was picking up empties while the future leaders of the free world were getting shitfaced and laid. You would think that with so many rich bastards they would have a maid. I was well into the second hour and elbow deep in the world's most disgusting toilet when the doorbell rang. I didn't get up. I just kept scrubbing. Whoever they were here for it certainly was not me. The bell rang again. And again. And then someone starting pressing it like they'd been duct taped to the damn button and then had a seizure. I ripped off my yellow gloves, jogged to the door and opened it. "What the fu-" I started. I did not end that sentence. I saw where it was going, flagged it down, and gave it directions to a new and better place. "How can I help you?" I said. Is this because I am a good person? The kind of person who does not tear people's heads off for no reason? Of course not. I worked in fast food. It was because, on the other side of the door, stood a very pretty young Asian girl in heels, a knit skirt, and a sorority sweater so tight that it had to have been drawn on her. The girl blinked the blink of the slightly high, or the very dumb. "I'm here for Beko." she said. Dumb it is. "He's out right now. I can tell him you called." I said. She blinked again. "I didn't call. I walked." "Right. No. Totally get that. Do you want to leave a message?" "Nope. I want to see Beko." "Tell you what. Come on in. We'll call him." I said. "Let me just wash my hands." She walked in and, with a clear familiarity, walked over to our least disgusting couch and sat on it. I ran to the sink, scrubbed up and came out. Then I called Beko from my cell. He answered on the first ring. "Beko, it's me, Cam. I have a--" I looked at the Asian space cadet quizzically. "June." she said. "--June here to talk to you." "Needledick! I was watching porn on my phone." Beko shouted. Over what must have been one hell of a party. "Now I just see your stupid Needledick name on my phone. Hang up so I can see some titties." So I hung up. "He's very busy right now." I said. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Is Joe here?" "No. Just me." "Louis?" "No. He's out." Ryan?" "No. I am the only one here. I am the only Alpha in the house. There is just me. I see you thinking of another name. But he is not here either. I assure you, I am the Alpha and the Omega of people in this house." She looked confused. "No. I am the Omega. Omega Chi Upsilon Mu." She said. Now I was confused. Omega was almost a honor society. It was not your run of the mill sorority. "Pardon?" "I'm an Omega." She smiled. "And I am high as fuck." Ahh. So not dumb. Just really high. "Right. Well is there anyone else you need me to call? I don't want to blow you off, but I still have a lot of cleaning to do." I said. "I want to blow you off." "Is that a pot joke?" "No." She stopped, wrinkled up in a frown, then continued. "At least I don't think so. I need to blow an Alpha." "And why is that?"" "Scavenger hunt. You guys are worth forty points for a facial." "I'm sorry?" Let's step back for a moment. Time to create a Venn diagram. One circle will be "Woman who have sucked my dick." Small circle. Not empty. Filled with women to whom I am forever grateful. Let's have the other circle be "Women who are so fucking hot that I silently apologize after jerking off to their memory." Now, and I want to be totally clear on this, these circles do not intersect. Not even a little. They don't even get written out on the same piece of paper. Imagine too, a circle labelled "Women who let me cum on their face." This circle was empty. Back to the moment. "Tonight is the Omega Scavenger hunt. And I wanna win it." she said. Her smile was tempting me to make a bad decision. "So what do I do?" "Take off your pants. But leave on the Alpha sweatshirt." I reached for my belt, and then years of self-preservation kicked in. "Wait, Beko's not your boyfriend is he? Because he would have an easy time killing me and I would have a hard time stopping him." "Nope. He just has a nice dick." Which is exactly not what I want to think about when I next see Beko. I dropped my pants. Then I closed my eyes and waited for the someone to tell me that this was a terrible terrible prank. What I felt instead was warm breath across my the head of my dick. I cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She'd taken one of the couch cushions and put it on the floor in front of me. She was kneeling on it, her face just inches away from me. I was not hard. But that was not going to last. She traced her fingers up my thigh, sliding them slowly up, I bit my lip as I watched her. Her hand slid under my balls, then she ran a finger from my ass all the way to where they hung. All the while her hot breath surrounded me. I'd never watched myself get hard before, but it was happening so fast it barely registered. One minute her hand lightly cupped my balls and the next I am so damn hard that it almost slaps me in the stomach. "You like this?" She asked, as she ran her soft cheek along the head. "I'm neither dead nor gay, so yes." "Good." She said. The she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, holding it up. She leaned in and alternated between soft kisses and quick licks as she worked her way up. I balled my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. She teased and licked her way up, until her mouth was just at the head. Then she looked up at me, winked, and took me in her mouth. I'd had my dick sucked before. I thought it was awesome. It turns out that everyone who came before was just shit. She ran her tongue under my shaft, her mouth wet and ready. She swirled it against the hole at the tip, then leaned in, taking inch after inch. She did not slow. She did not stop. She took me in until her nose was flush against me, her chin touching my balls. She winked again. And then slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, she let me out. Her tongue made every inch of my man flesh electric. I reached down to her head, but she just brushed me off, then waved her finger in the classic naughty naughty gesture. Chastened, I put my hands behind my head and groaned. She firmly wrapped one hand around my root, and with the other cupped my balls, pressing a finger against my taint. She leaned forward again, taking me until her lips reached her hand. She began to rock her head back and forth, slowly at first. Her hand stayed with her lips, making every rock a long slow stroke of my dick, with the wet miracle of her mouth keeping me on edge. I took a deep breath as she started speeding up. Every downstroke felt my cock getting wetter, every upstroke felt my balls getting tighter. Her free hand was rubbing my taint, teasing my balls, and driving me crazy. I felt my hips go loose as I adopted her rhythm. Pulling away when she pulled away. Pushing in as she pushed in. I felt myself in the back of her throat, then running the length of her tongue. She kept a wet suction that gave me no respite. I felt myself pushing the pace now. Seeing her, so gorgeous, so sexy so fucking good at sucking a cock was too much. I pushed so hard she gagged. I pulled out so far the cool air hit me. But she did not stop. Her grip on my shaft tighten. She slammed me into her mouth as if daring me to try to stop. I was off balance, standing on my toes, my dick falling into her amazing mouth, my eyes seeing stars. "Fucking Christ! I'm going to blow!" I said. She sped up, moving so fast she got blurry. I felt my load begin, rumbling from the depths of me up my shaft. She felt it too, and right when it was about to escape she learned back, her hands continuing to work the shaft. I exploded on to her. On her cheek, her perfect nose, her hair. And she put her face right against me. Pulling me still, milking every last drop onto her skin. I was in love. So it is a clear understatement when I say I was surprised when the flash went off. "Did you just take a selfie?" I said. "Yep. Gotta get the points." She said. "I forgot about that." And I had. This was clearly a one-time thing. But at least I closed the Venn diagram. "So June, could you send me that?" "Nope." "Right." I reached for the paper towel roll that remained from my cleaning and offered it to her. "Towel?" I said. She smiled the gorgeous smile, buried under layers of my spunk. "Nope. I'll wear it out. Extra five points." And, just like that, she was gone. It was the best thirty minutes of my life so far. Of course, by the end of the night it would be the third best thirty minutes of my life. One lowly pledge must make her nasty video dreams come true. I found pizza under a couch. Not a pizza box. No box to be found. Not a single slice, but instead eight slices, composing a whole pizza of what I can only assume was pepperoni pizza, all perfectly arranged under the couch. Like it was being delivered to hungry mice whose ordering reach far exceeds their grasp. Or a bunch of morons with the munchies. Fifty/fifty. I had been tempted, only briefly, to leave the pizza out as a reminder to my frat brothers to clean up after themselves. But, given the bags of filth I trucked out to the dumpster, this cause was lost. I tossed the pizza in with the condom wrappers, used dental floss, and random crusty Kleenex that so recently littered our floors. You might think that I would be unhappy, cleaning up after a couple dozen very well connected douchebags. And, on a normal night, you would be right. But this was not a normal night. This was a night in which the mere fact of my association with Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda resulted in me getting the kind of blow job reserved for men with excessive body hair, giant cigars, and private armies. A night in which one of the hottest women I had ever seen allowed me to not only cover a tile in ethnic bingo (Row: BJ, Column: Asian. Bingo!) but also had me paint her face like a drunken Jackson Pollack. So while I may be the lowest man on a very mangy totem pole, I was also a man who had had my pole waxed. I was in a post orgasm glow, and oscillated between absolute disbelief that I might ever be so lucky, and a profound fear that the best thing that might ever happen to me had already happened. It was deep into one of these swings into self-doubt, and deep into a pile of what I could only assume were once out dishes, that the doorbell rang. It may seem crazy to you that I did not run to the door. It may seem crazy to you that I did not even leave the dishes behind. But, to be clear, you are three hundred words into chapter two. I assumed I was living in the boring epilogue of chapter one. So I did not walk to the door. And I did not run. Instead I picked up the next sorry excuse for a plate and started scrubbing. The doorbell rang again. With feeling. And then again. Eventually I realized that whomever was pushing it was actually tapping out a beat. A lively bossa nova thing. And they were not going anywhere. No night is perfect. I put the dish down, dried off my hands, and walked to the door. The persistent beat made my feet want to run, but I kept them under control. I stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. "Welcome to Alpha Nu, how can I help you?" It was dark outside. But she was very blonde. The kind of blonde that happens when you have hair bleach and a wandering mind. The hair framed a lovely face, ghostly pale. And now I was staring. She smiled, a thousand watt thing. "You can help me by getting out of my way." "What?" "'How can you help me?'" She said. "You just asked. Then you got stupid." "Right. No. Come in. I'm Cam." I moved out of the way She pushed past me, pulling a giant roller bag. "I'm Mary. But everyone calls me Daisy." "Why is that?" She hit me with the smile again. "Because I tell them to." She put the bag down, then spun around like a Julie Andrews on a German mountain. This caused her slightly modest sundress to become much less modest, and gave me a lovely view of a pair of runner's legs. And I was staring again. "This will have to do. It's funny, because the place looks so classy outside. All bricks and ivy. Then you come in and it looks like someone threw up on the floor." She said. "Someone does throw up on the floor. Every day. His name is Ted. He calls it clearing his throat." Daisy looked at me with an expression that I could not place. Something between amused and irritated. "Let the artist work, dear." She said. "And that is not the visual I want in my head." She stalked around the room, framing parts with her fingers. "I want sultry. I want dark. I want something that oozes passion and hunger and need." She said. "It's a dump. A dump with couches that are so nasty they make crunching sounds when you sit on them." I said. "It needs lighting. It needs ambiance. It needs to be perfect." "Perfect for what?" I asked. "This!" She said. Then she handed me a piece of paper. I scanned it. "Is this a shot list?" "Of course. You can't direct without one." "And everything on this-" I waved the sheet. "Is going to happen here?" "Of course." "Who is playing willing young co-ed?" I asked. "Me. I am the star of all my works." "And who is playing the hard and ready young stud?" "Well Cam, I was going to audition the boys," She said. And then that smile almost knocked me down. "but you're the only one here. So... are you up for it?" I started pulling off my pants. She put a hand on my chest. "Hold up cowboy. You've seen the shot list. Not until scene 3. Now help me set up." You might think a roller bag would only hold a small amount of film equipment. You would be wrong. You might think that setting up lights, area mikes, a camera, and a bunch of shit that I do not have names for would be difficult with an erection. You would be right. But, given the proper motivation, all work can be rewarding. "I've never seen anyone work so fast." She said. "I'm a lover of film." I said. "You know, I don't normally ask questions when an absurdly attractive woman asks me to make a porno with her-" "You get asked that a lot?" She said, as she was draping sheets over the couch. "More than I'd have ever thought." I said. "But why are we making a porno?" "Because I am an Omega Mu. And this is our annual scavenger hunt." She said. "This video should be worth 355 points, should you be able to keep your load in for every shot." "So, I'm just going to ask this." I said. I looked up and saw her fiddling with the camera. It took me a second to refocus from looking down her dress at her very impressive rack. She caught me looking, and smiled behind the viewfinder. "Why are you doing this at all. This is not me trying to scare you away, I am just really curious." She stopped for a second, and pulled a couple of wispy blonde strands from in front of her face to behind her ear. I don't know that I believe in any god, but if one exists he must be damn happy with his work here. "Do you know how competitive Omega Mu is? The girls there are driven to be great. They will walk off this campus and into lives that most people only dream of. And I'm a film major. They don't respect what I do. They don't understand it. Most of them can't even be bothered to stay awake during my films." She stepped close, so close I could smell strawberries and the faintest hint of excitement. "But they will stay awake for this one. By the time I'm done showing it to them they'll be sitting in puddles of their own juice, awkwardly fidgeting and looking for any excuse to get back to their rooms and get their stuck up snatches off. That room will absolutely stink of arousal and lust and need. And they will know that I am one hell of a filmmaker." My dick was threatening to leave my body and go into orbit. "Is the camera rolling? I need it to be rolling." I said. She pointed at the red light. "It's been rolling for the last five minutes. Take off your shirt." I took my shirt off so damn fast I nearly sprained my shoulders. "I don't have a script." "We'll improvise." She closed her eyes and leaned in. I laid my fingers on top of her hand, gliding them up her arm, to her shoulders. I traced her collarbone, then ran them up her neck, to her cheek. Her lips parted. I leaned in to meet them with my own. I felt a slight shudder as they touched, and I wondered if perhaps all her confidence masked a delicacy, a pure and innocent nature, uncorrupted by all the debauchery that surrounds her. Then I felt a firm hand against my chest. It shoved me on to the couch. I fell with no resistance. She walked up to me, put one leg up by my head and pulled up her dress, revealing absolutely no underwear. "You will lick the living shit out of my pussy. If you're lucky I'll let you lick my ass. And If you do a very good job at that I will let you put that monster trying to escape your jeans balls deep inside me." I am a terrible judge of character. That delicate flower ground her incredibly wet pussy into my face. I am not the smartest guy. And I am no actor. But I certainly take direction. I put my hands on her thighs to steady her, then teased her outer lips with my tongue, splitting them, letting them close, tasting her mix of sweat and natural lubrication. I pulled the inner lips between mine, tracing them up to the hard nub. I ran my lips against it, lightly at first, teasing it with my tongue. She rocked her hips into my face, grinding her clit against my lips. I sped up my tongue to meet her urgency, tightening my grip on her legs, pulling her into me. Her juices flowed all over my jaw, pooling on my chest. She lowered her hands to my head and pulled me in so tight I could barely breathe. "Faster you bastard! If I don't get off you don't get off." Being a gentleman, I obliged the lady. But I knew that speed alone was not going to be enough. I freed one of my hands and ran it between her legs. I took her clit between my lips and raced my tongue along it, feeling it pulse with her arousal. A feeling matched only with the untended arousal currently in my pants. "You can't go too hard with me. And you sure as hell aren't going hard enough." I am competitive. Ninety nine percent of the time it is a terrible flaw. This day, not so much. I found an extra gear and pulsed my tongue against her, moving so fast that I got sloppy, and was licking the whole of her pubis. I slipped a couple fingers into her depths, probing until I found the rough patch of her G-spot, then timed my strokes outside with those inside. "Fuck. Just keep doing that." She said. Then words became groans, moved to soft moans, quickly strung together and rising in pitch. I kept up a steady rhythm, feeling her body stiffen, her strong legs go taut, her breathing get ragged. "Fuck me." She shouted. "Fuck Me!" She pulled my head in hard, rubbing herself against me. Her clit ground against me, tracing a wet line on my lips. She gasped, then caught her breath. "Fuck" Her body went slack. I eased my lips off of her. Took my fingers out, running them along my tongue to capture the taste. I lowered her to the couch, then reached for my belt. She smiled. And I wanted her so badly that there was no terrible thing I would not have done. "Not yet. You're only halfway there. And I need more points." And with that she spread her legs, then pulled her knees in. Now, to be clear, at that point I'd have cut off my left arm to fuck her. So eating her ass was not going to be a problem. I dove right the fuck in. I kissed the cutest pinkest prettiest little asshole that I had ever seen. It was wet with her juices and my spit, and I could not help but run my lips upon the rim. She gasped when my lips touched, and it puckered tightly. I blew on it, seeing it shrink with the cold. I ran my tongue under it, watching it loosen as she got aroused. He hands drifted to her pussy, and she spread it apart with one, then ran two fingers through. A delicate strand of drool ran between her fingers and her pussy, and it was all I could do to not ram my tongue against her pretty pucker. My resolve lasted for about two seconds. Then she started grinding her wet fingertips on her clit and I started pushing my tongue against her. Probing for resistance, feeling her tense. I could hear her fingers, sloppily running, making the wet noises of sex and driving me out of my goddamn mind. She sped up and I pushed my tongue right against her flower. I'd read her rhythm, I waited for my moment, and when it came I pushed into her ass. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" She shouted. I didn't stop. It felt like a compliment. I ran my fingers into her again, easing in a couple, felling myself fill her, wanting so much to put more into her. She rocked herself back and forth, using me as a tool to get her off. I was happy with this arrangement. Tongue, fingers and mind were all synchronized as she took control. Her breathing sped up, but I kept my pace. Her rocking increased, her hungry pussy pulling my fingers in, but I was patient. I knew I would get what I wanted and she was about to get hers. "Don't. Fuck. This. Up." She said. Each word punctuated with a thrust. "I'm. Going. To. Cum." And as she said it I felt the signs. She bottomed out on my fingers, her wet pussy spasmed against them. Her ass rippled against my tongue, Her toes curled, and then I got a face full of what I can only assume was her ejaculate. Given what I had done to June it only felt fair. Daisy put both legs on the ground and stood up. Her dress fell back over her assets, robbing me of the wonderful view. "That was worth an extra 20 points. So I am very happy." She said. "I think it is time to make you very happy. Take off your pants." You can't rip off blue jeans. Denim is not a fabric that rips. But you can get them off so fast that short one high speed camera no one can tell the difference. "Stay on the couch." She said. She lifted one spaghetti strap and slowly pulled it over her shoulder. Then the other one. The dress fell noiselessly to the ground. She wore no bra. She didn't need one. Her breasts were as amazing as I had hoped, and the rest of her runner's body was more than I could possibly have dreamed. Taut muscle and soft flesh played in perfect harmony. She stepped towards me, putting one knee outside my legs, then the other. She lifted herself up on her knees, so that she could look down on me, her perfect breasts damn near poking my eyes out. "How badly do you want to fuck me." She said. I could feel all of the wet between her legs dripping on me. My dick twitched like a divining rod on the Mississippi. I looked into those amazing blue eyes and said "A lot." She smiled. "I'll fix that in editing." Then she lowered herself onto me. I wanted to thrust. To take her. To put my hands on her hips, give in to the animal inside me, and slam myself into that perfect wet pussy until I exploded deep within her. But I did not. It nearly killed me, but I kept my shit together. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I felt the lips slowly divide, taking in the head. There was no friction, just heat and wet. She put her forearms on my shoulder, leaned in close, pressed her chest against mine, and brought her lips to my ear. "I love the way you smell. Your sweat and my juices have me so fucking hot." I didn't say anything. I couldn't. She lowered herself a little more. I felt the first inch of me squeezed into her depths. "You want to take me. Use me. The way I used you." I groaned. Her tongue teased my ear. She pushed further, inviting more of me in. "I don't know how you're holding off. Am I not wet enough for you? Tight enough?" I said nothing. My concentration was all I had left. She slid down a bit, her wetness running down my shaft. "Or maybe you're not man enough to take what you want." I put my hands on her hips. Put my lips to her ears. And I stage whispered, loud enough for the camera to hear. "You talk too much." My hips rose. Hers descended. She gasped, but I had been patient for too long. I lifted her, pulled out, then pushed back in. I lifted one arm around her back and pulled her close to me, feeling those tremendous breasts push against me, feeling the muscles in her back tighten. "You're going to match me, stroke for stroke. You are going to match my pace, you are going to match my enthusiasm, and I swear to god you are going to cum with me. I have done everything you wanted. Everything you told me to do. And I am going to fuck the shit out of you." She stopped. And I was struck with terror that I had overplayed my hand. But that smile, dear lord that smile. "I knew you had it in you tiger." She lowered herself to meet me. We started slow, with her walls teasing every bit of me. Each deliberate thrust brought with it a host of mind bending sensations. I locked eyes with her. Saw her passion and need as she pulled me in. Watched her groan every time I bottomed out, watched her grind her pubic bone against mine, trying to get all the stimulation she could. I could have gone forever, but she was a performer. Her pace quickened. I sped up to match. I lowered my head to her breast. She pulled me in, forcing it into my mouth, responding to the suction, the delicate nibble,. My speed increasing, my erection an iron bar straining inside her. Her moans getting louder, my excitement reaching a crest. All pretense of erotic sex had been abandoned. I pushed myself into her with violence, she responded in kind. Our bodies slapped against each other. My hands were gripping her hard runner's ass for dear life, her nails dug into my back. The only word I could say was fuck. The only thing I could do was fuck, All I ever wanted to do was fuck. But all the servicing of this woman had taken its toll. No man could resist her for long. "Now cum for me." I said. I don't know who came first. I came so hard I blacked out for a second, every sense shutting down so that I could bust the world's most righteous nut. She had taken me all the way into her, so deep I could feel every bit of the inside of her, and it was all squeezing me as she pulsed through her own orgasm. I don't know if I've ever cum more. I'm not sure I could. After a minute she stretched out, still impaled on me, giving me an eyeful that I will take with me to the grave and far beyond. "And cut." She said. Then she got up and walked to the camera. Everything I'd left behind was running down her leg and she did not mind at all. "Are you sure you've never acted before? You seem like a natural." "Is this pillow talk?" "No. A direct question." "Ahh. No. Not since I was a tree in the 3rd grade musical." She finished packing the camera. "You must have been one hell of a tree. Now help me clean up." I broke down the lights and the mics. I stole every glance I could. If this was going to be the best night of my life I wanted to remember every bit of it. Far too quickly we were packed. She pulled on her dress. I pulled on my clothes. She turned to leave. "Daisy. stop." I said. "Can I give you my number? In case of rewrites or something?" Daisy reached into her bag, and pulled something out. The she hit me with that smile one last time. "Here's my card. I'll be honest, your ear for dialogue is shit, so you will in no way be involved with a rewrite." She said. "But, if you are ever looking to fuck again, my cell is on the back." I stood stock still and watched her walk away. Shock does terrible things to a man. Then I spent the next fifteen minutes memorizing her phone number, because I am not a complete idiot. The day may come when I forget who I am, where I came from, and everything I have ever cared about. And on that day will still be able to recite all 10 fucking digits because some shit is too damn important to forget.  By QuothTheRamen for Literotica

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Socrates FC'de bu hafta İnan Özdemir, İlhan Özgen ve Atahan Altınordu sizlerle birlikte. Bu haftaki bölümü “Gömlek kolu nasıl katlanır?” sorusunu yanıtlayarak ve kısa kollu gömlek muhasebesi yaparak açıyoruz. Socrates ekibinin yaptığı Abu Dabi çıkarmasıyla kendimizce alay ettikten sonra 2025 EuroLeague şampiyonu Fenerbahçe Beko'yu kutluyoruz. Buradan bir başka şampiyona uzanıyor, Süper Lig şampiyonu Galatasaray'ın Yenikapı'daki kutlamalarını konuşuyoruz. Kutlamada yaşananlar, Dries Mertens'in vedası, İstanbul'daki taraftarlık kültürü, şampiyonluk kutlamasına çıkacağımız şarkılar… Hepsi bu kısımda mevcut. Serie A'daki Napoli-Inter yarışı, Napoli'nin şampiyonluğu, Serie A'nın profilinin düşüşü, Antonio Conte sihri, PSG-Inter arasındaki Şampiyonlar Ligi finali, en kötü Şampiyonlar Ligi finalleri, Ancelotti-Brezilya birlikteliği… Hepsi ve daha fazlası bu bölümde!

Socrates FC'de bu hafta İnan Özdemir, İlhan Özgen ve Atahan Altınordu sizlerle birlikte.Bu haftaki bölümü “Gömlek kolu nasıl katlanır?” sorusunu yanıtlayarak ve kısa kollu gömlek muhasebesi yaparak açıyoruz. Socrates ekibinin yaptığı Abu Dabi çıkarmasıyla kendimizce alay ettikten sonra 2025 EuroLeague şampiyonu Fenerbahçe Beko'yu kutluyoruz.Buradan bir başka şampiyona uzanıyor, Süper Lig şampiyonu Galatasaray'ın Yenikapı'daki kutlamalarını konuşuyoruz. Kutlamada yaşananlar, Dries Mertens'in vedası, İstanbul'daki taraftarlık kültürü, şampiyonluk kutlamasına çıkacağımız şarkılar… Hepsi bu kısımda mevcut.Serie A'daki Napoli-Inter yarışı, Napoli'nin şampiyonluğu, Serie A'nın profilinin düşüşü, Antonio Conte sihri, PSG-Inter arasındaki Şampiyonlar Ligi finali, en kötü Şampiyonlar Ligi finalleri, Ancelotti-Brezilya birlikteliği… Hepsi ve daha fazlası bu bölümde!

Fenerbahçe Beko, Monaco'yu yenerek EuroLeague şampiyonu oldu. CHP lideri Özel, Kadıköy Halk Koşusu'nu tamamladıktan sonra 'Atatürk'ün peşinden koşanları hapsedemezsiniz' dedi. Bu bölüm Odea Radyo hakkında reklam içermektedir. Yatırım Odaklı Gündem, Odea Radyo'da yayında. Bu program, karmaşık rakamları sıralamak yerine rakamların gündelik hayatınızdaki ekonomik etkilerini açıklıyor. Ayrıntılı bilgiye buradan ulaşabilirsiniz. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Kripto Odası (23 Mayıs 2025) Akın Garzanlı - Beko Pazarlamadan Sorumlu Genel Müdür Yardımcısı by Kafa Radyo

Hrag Beko returns with a one-hour mix packed with smooth, uplifting House grooves. Expect feel-good vibes, infectious rhythms, and floor-filling energy throughout this month's set.

Rafał Brzoska zapowiedział 400 propozycji zmiany przepisów do czerwca. Unimot powołał międzynarodową radę doradców strategicznych. Beko sprzedało łódzką fabrykę komponentów plastikowych Verpol firmie Mefa. KAS w 2023 r. przeprowadzono prawie 60 tys. zakupów kontrolowanych, które zakończyły się 14 tys. mandatów na ponad 20,4 mln zł.Zasubskrybuj prasówkę na ⁠⁠⁠www.businessupdate.pl⁠⁠⁠.Podcast powstał przy pomocy ElevenLabs.

Consumer Goods Brands going Direct-to-Consumer has been a hot — and sometimes controversial — topic in the industry. It's a great way to capture first-party data, but is it always a money-losing game? Can DTC actually work at scale and drive real value? To explore what successful models look like, Marco Brucato, Head of eCommerce D2C EMEA Growth at large-appliance leader Beko, joins Daniel and guest co-host Rob Nowell from Medium Marketing (also strategic partners in events like Candid Commerce). Tune in to hear about: How Marco has built and scaled DTC in multiple Consumer Goods categories The differences between DTC in Appliances vs. Food Making DTC incremental — not a threat to retail partners The current state of the Digital Shelf Competitive advantages from owning first-party data Scaling an eCommerce organization from the inside Real-world AI use cases More Follow us on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/fmcgguys/   Audio Mixing by Rodrigo Chávez Voice Acting by Jason Martorell Parsekian  

Feel the Groove with Hrag Beko! Sonance Sessions Podcast Resident DJ Get ready for a high-energy ride through the best of Tech House and Funky House with Hrag Beko! Known for his electrifying mixes, infectious rhythms, and unstoppable groove, Hrag's sets are guaranteed to keep the party alive—whether you're on the dancefloor or vibing at home.

Hrag is back this month with a new House mix.

Merry Christmas all! House from Podcast Resident Hrag Beko as he closes out 2024.

Oggi lo sciopero generale indetto da Usb. Il 2024 sarà archiviato come l'anno della conflittualità tra sindacati confederali e varie sigle autonome e il governo. Fino ad ora sono stati proclamati 1.565 scioperi di varie categorie, di cui 905 revocati. Ne restano in calendario poco più di cinquanta tenendo conto dei venti revocati di recente. Sono due le date da segnare in rosso: oggi 13 dicembre e domenica 15 dicembre. Saranno giorni critici per chi dovesse mettersi in viaggio per lavoro o per piacere. Per l'astensione odierna è in atto da giorni un braccio di ferro tra il ministro dei Trasporti e delle Infrastrutture Matteo Salvini e i sindacati autonomi sulle modalità di sciopero. E possibili disagi ci saranno anche a ridosso di Natale. Situazione occupazionale e agitazioni sindacali. Dove nasce questa conflittualità sindacale? La manovra economica è ritenuta insufficiente da Cgil e Uil che si sono già astenuti dal lavoro lo scorso 29 novembre, mentre la Cisl mantiene una linea aperta con il Governo. I confederali protestano contro il modesto piano di investimenti in vari settori pubblici e privati: sanità, trasporti, lavoro. La crisi del gruppo Stellantis e delle tante aziende dell'indotto ha acuito la difficile situazione occupazionale. A Torino riparte la mobilitazione, qualche accordo è stato siglato, come il ritiro di 97 licenziamenti di Trasnova, ma altri vengono confermati in numerosi comparti italiani. Il piano di Beko prevede chiusure multiple di fabbriche e di uffici, con oltre 1.900 eccedenze su circa 4.400 dipendenti: l'azienda mette in esubero quasi la metà del personale senza risparmiare alcun sito del nostro paese.vSono più di 30 le crisi aziendali per le quali è stato aperto un tavolo nazionale al Mimit-Ministero delle Imprese e del Made in Italy. Oltre 60 mila i lavoratori a rischio. Il Mimit sta monitorando anche altre 20 situazioni difficili nelle quali l'impresa, pur non versando in uno stato di crisi conclamata, opera in settori fragili. "Il Corsivo" a cura di Daniele Biacchessi non è un editoriale, ma un approfondimento sui fatti di maggiore interesse che i quotidiani spesso non raccontano. Un servizio in punta di penna che analizza con un occhio esperto quell'angolo nascosto delle notizie di politica, economia e cronaca. ___________________________________________________ Ascolta altre produzioni di Giornale Radio sul sito: https://www.giornaleradio.fm oppure scarica la nostra App gratuita: iOS - App Store - https://apple.co/2uW01yA Android - Google Play - http://bit.ly/2vCjiW3 Resta connesso e segui i canali social di Giornale Radio: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/giornaleradio.fm/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/giornale_radio_fm/?hl=it

Oggi lo sciopero generale indetto da Usb. Il 2024 sarà archiviato come l'anno della conflittualità tra sindacati confederali e varie sigle autonome e il governo. Fino ad ora sono stati proclamati 1.565 scioperi di varie categorie, di cui 905 revocati. Ne restano in calendario poco più di cinquanta tenendo conto dei venti revocati di recente. Sono due le date da segnare in rosso: oggi 13 dicembre e domenica 15 dicembre. Saranno giorni critici per chi dovesse mettersi in viaggio per lavoro o per piacere. Per l'astensione odierna è in atto da giorni un braccio di ferro tra il ministro dei Trasporti e delle Infrastrutture Matteo Salvini e i sindacati autonomi sulle modalità di sciopero. E possibili disagi ci saranno anche a ridosso di Natale. Situazione occupazionale e agitazioni sindacali. Dove nasce questa conflittualità sindacale? La manovra economica è ritenuta insufficiente da Cgil e Uil che si sono già astenuti dal lavoro lo scorso 29 novembre, mentre la Cisl mantiene una linea aperta con il Governo. I confederali protestano contro il modesto piano di investimenti in vari settori pubblici e privati: sanità, trasporti, lavoro. La crisi del gruppo Stellantis e delle tante aziende dell'indotto ha acuito la difficile situazione occupazionale. A Torino riparte la mobilitazione, qualche accordo è stato siglato, come il ritiro di 97 licenziamenti di Trasnova, ma altri vengono confermati in numerosi comparti italiani. Il piano di Beko prevede chiusure multiple di fabbriche e di uffici, con oltre 1.900 eccedenze su circa 4.400 dipendenti: l'azienda mette in esubero quasi la metà del personale senza risparmiare alcun sito del nostro paese.vSono più di 30 le crisi aziendali per le quali è stato aperto un tavolo nazionale al Mimit-Ministero delle Imprese e del Made in Italy. Oltre 60 mila i lavoratori a rischio. Il Mimit sta monitorando anche altre 20 situazioni difficili nelle quali l'impresa, pur non versando in uno stato di crisi conclamata, opera in settori fragili. "Il Corsivo" a cura di Daniele Biacchessi non è un editoriale, ma un approfondimento sui fatti di maggiore interesse che i quotidiani spesso non raccontano. Un servizio in punta di penna che analizza con un occhio esperto quell'angolo nascosto delle notizie di politica, economia e cronaca. ___________________________________________________ Ascolta altre produzioni di Giornale Radio sul sito: https://www.giornaleradio.fm oppure scarica la nostra App gratuita: iOS - App Store - https://apple.co/2uW01yA Android - Google Play - http://bit.ly/2vCjiW3 Resta connesso e segui i canali social di Giornale Radio: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/giornaleradio.fm/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/giornale_radio_fm/?hl=it

The weekly radio show from Adesso Music. 01. Prospa - This Rhythm feat. RAHH [CircoLoco]02. Bushwacka! - Heaven On Earth (Main Mix) [Rekids]03. Dario Nunez & Cesar Sanchez - Souldance [Adesso Music]04. Massimo Conte - Goodbye (JJ Rework) [Adesso Music]05. Simone Vitullo & Cammora - It Feels So Good [Go Deeva]06. CamelPhat & Nadia Ali - Endlessly (Nico De Andrea Remix) [When Stars Align]07. Darmon, Mili Sam, Haze - Lila [Abracadabra]08. Cevin Fisher - The Freaks Come Out (Nicole Moudaber Remix) [Faith]09. Flashmob, Oxylion & Danger - Serious [Adesso Music]10. Hrag Beko - Feel You [Adesso Music]11. NIINE - All Night Long [Wh0 Worx]12. Trimtone - Be With You [Wh0 Plays]13. Makinn - Around You [Love & Other]14. John Cala - Oh La La [When Stars Align]

House Mix from Los Angeles based Podcast Resident Hrag Beko.

Nell'ultimo triennio insieme all'occupazione è cresciuta la povertà assoluta. Rispetto al prepandemia, ovvero al 2019, nel 2023 l'occupazione è aumentata di 1 milione e 262mila unità di lavoro (+5,4%), raggiungendo il picco. I contributi più rilevanti sono venuti da servizi (+ 65%) e costruzioni (+29%), settori che più hanno contribuito alla ripresa dell'economia.Però, a fronte di questo andamento positivo del mercato del lavoro, le retribuzioni reali per occupato sono rimaste sotto i livelli pre-crisi e sono aumentati gli individui in povertà assoluta, passati dal 7,6% del 2019 al 9,7% del 2023. Sono, invece, diminuiti i working poor per la minor incidenza del part time involontario.È questo il quadro tracciato dal Monitor "L'occupazione aumenta, ma aumenta anche la povertà", realizzato da Area Studi Legacoop e Prometeia, che si focalizza sul periodo 2019-2023.Il commento di Mattia Granata, Direttore Area Studi Legacoop a Focus Economia.Beko chiude le fabbriche, la maledizione del settore del biancoDopo le chiusure di Merloni, Ariston, Indesit e Whirlpool, ora tocca a Beko. E la "maledizione del settore del bianco" si arricchisce di un nuovo capitolo. Una volta fiore all'occhiello dell'industria italiana con i marchi Merloni, Indesit, Ariston, da decenni è finito nelle mani di multinazionali estere - ci sono anche gli svedesi Electrolux - che delocalizzano dove il costo del lavoro è minore.Beko Europe ha presentato un "piano industriale" che prevede entro il prossimo anno e comporterà 1.935 esuberi. L'annuncio arriva dopo 12 anni di cassa integrazione tra ex Whirlpool e Beko Europe.Il marchio controllato dai turci di Arçelik, che solo da pochi mesi aveva acquisito cinque stabilimenti italiani da Whirlpool (non quello di Napoli, chiuso tre anni fa e demoralizzato in Polonia), ha proposto la chiusura degli stabilimenti di Siena (299 dipendenti che producono congelatori), di Comunanza in provincia di Ascoli Piceno (320 dipendenti che fanno lavatrici) e il ridimensionamento di uno dei tre poli produttivi di Cassinetta, Varese (940 dipendenti per la produzione di frigoriferi, il piano prevede il taglio di 540 posti). In più il taglio di 678 'colletti bianchi', quasi la metà dei 1.500 amministrativi e dirigenti di Beko Europe in Italia, oltre a 60 posti di lavoro cancellati a Melano, vicino Fabriano, e 40 a Carinaro, provincia di Caserta.Dalla multinazionale spiegano che lo scenario per il settore è difficile e che il piano è una soluzione concreta per l'Italia. Sono infatti previsti oltre 110 milioni di euro di investimenti e la ricerca di possibili reindustrializzazioni per Siena e Comunanza.L'intervento di Paolo Bricco de il Sole 24 Ore ai microfoni di Sebastiano Barisoni. A Parigi vertice Confindustrie per rilancio competitività UeUn incontro di ''maggiore importanza in un momento in cui l'Europa deve fronteggiare le sfide strategiche in materia di competitività'' al livello mondiale. E' questo l'intento del Forum economico trilaterale Francia-Germania-Italia, in corso oggi a Parigi e che durerà fino a domani, secondo quanto annunciato dal Medef, equivalente transalpino della Confinsutria. ''All'alba della nuova legislatura europea - sottolinea il Medef in una nota diffusa qualche giorno fa- è essenziale rafforzare il nostro mercato interno, finanziare la triplice transizione verde, digitale e demografica, risposizionando nel contempo l'Unione europea sulla scena internazionale".Il presidente del Medef, Patrick Martin,riceve gli omologhi del BDI tedesco, Tanja Gönner, e della Confindustria, Emanuele Orsini, oltre che figure di spicco della politica continentale: dal premier francese, Michel Barnier, al vicepresidente del consiglio, Antonio Tajani, fino alla presidente dell'Europarlamento, Roberta Metsola.Il racconto di Nicoletta Picchio - Il Sole 24 Ore.

Yeşil sahalara dönüşümüzün şerefisine bir günde iki bölüm!

In dieser Review tauchen unsere drei handwaschfaulen Helden ganz tief in den Pumpensumpf der Unkenntnis ab: ohne Mehrwert, aber mit einer klaren Agenda gegen Glasrost belehrt Nova seine beiden alten weißen Mitmänner.

A House mix from our new resident DJ Hrag Beko.

Kobani davasında karar açıklandı ve siyasilere ağır cezalar verildi. Silahlı saldırıya uğrayan Slovakya Başbakanı Robert Fico, ülkesinde neden eleştirilerin odağındaydı? Bu bölüm Beko hakkında reklam içermektedir. Çok amaçlı pişiriciden şarjlı dik süpürgeye, espresso makinesinden robot süpürgeye kadar aradığınız tüm küçük ev aletleri Beko'da. Hayata zaman ayırmanızı sağlayan teknolojiler sunan Beko Küçük Ev Aletleri Ailesi hakkında ayrıntılar burada. Aposto Gündem'e buradan ulaşabilirsiniz.

Türkiye'de Süper Lig'de Galatasaray ikinci Fenerbahçe ile puan farkını altıya çıkarıp lig sonlanırken şampiyon olma şansını artırdı. Bu arada Fenerbahçe Beko ise Avrupa Ligi Final Four'a çıktı.

İskoçya Başbakanı Hamza Yusuf, bu hafta yapılacak iki güven oylaması öncesi istifa etti. Eşine açılan yolsuzluk soruşturmasının ardından kamu görevlerine ara veren İspanya Başbakanı Pedro Sánchez, görevine devam edeceğeni açıkladı. Bu bölüm Beko hakkında reklam içermektedir. Mutfağınızın yeni favorisi Dem® Deluxe Otomatik Çay & Filtre Kahve Makinesi, zamanlama fonksiyonu sayesinde sadece sohbetleri kurtarmakla kalmıyor; özel demleme teknolojisi sayesinde çayı ve filtre kahveyi en ideal şekilde demleyip; en taze ve lezzetli hâliyle tam zevkinize uygun hazırlıyor. Aposto Gündem'e buradan ulaşabilirsiniz.

Hannah Beko, a seasoned real estate lawyer and founder of Authentically Speaking, shares her journey of finding her authentic voice and helping other lawyers do the same. Through her coaching and training programs, Hannah empowers lawyers to navigate stress, burnout, and low self-esteem, encouraging them to explore diverse career paths and embrace their true selves in the legal profession. Join us as Hannah delves into her experiences and insights on personal growth and professional development in the legal field.LAWYER SIDE HUSTLESAuthentically Speaking is a business founded by Hannah Beko, a real estate lawyer with a passion for helping other lawyers find their authentic voice and navigate the challenges of the legal profession. Through training, coaching, and public speaking, Hannah aims to empower lawyers to be true to themselves and thrive in their careers. The name "Authentically Speaking" reflects Hannah's personal journey of finding her authentic voice and silencing the self-doubt that often plagues legal professionals. By sharing her experiences and insights, Hannah helps lawyers improve their mental health, well-being, and overall happiness in the legal field.“It doesn't have to be one path or the other. It can be a bit of that path and a bit of something else” shares Hannah Beko in Episode 138 of You Are a Lawyer.Hannah's own journey of running multiple businesses alongside her legal career serves as an inspiration for new lawyers and law students to explore different avenues and embrace the possibilities beyond traditional legal practice. Through Authentically Speaking, Hannah encourages lawyers to think outside the box and consider the multitude of paths available to them with a law degree.LISTEN TO LEARNThe importance of finding your authentic voice and being true to yourself in your career.The benefits of coaching and training for personal and professional growth.How to navigate career transitions and explore different opportunities with a law degree.WE ALSO DISCUSSHannah Beko's journey from being a real estate lawyer to running three businesses, including Authentically Speaking.The origin of the name "Authentically Speaking" and its focus on helping lawyers find their authentic selves.Advice for new lawyers and law students on exploring diverse career paths and leveraging modern tools like social media for growth.Join the FREE mailing list!Get behind-the-scenes content from You Are A Lawyer. 1) Visit www.youarealawyer.com2) Add your email address to the Subscribe pop-up box OR3) Enter your email address on the right side of the screen4) Get emails from me (I won't fill your inbox with junk!)Interact with You Are A LawyerKyla Denanyoh hosts the You Are A Lawyer podcast. Follow the podcast:YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@youarealawyerWebsite: https://www.youarealawyer.com

⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Beko ⁠Hakkında detaylı bilgi almak için: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tıklayın * Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@ortamlardasatilacakbilgi⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@OrtamlardaB⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ * Farkındalık Defteri için:⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tıklayın⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Reklam ve İş birlikleri için: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ortamlardasatilacakbilgi@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ * Bu bölüm "⁠Beko⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠" hakkında reklam içerir*

ABD merkezli Intuitive Machines şirketinin IM-1 misyonu kapsamında uzaya gönderilen Odysseus adlı uzay aracı, Ay'a iniş yaptı. Birol Güven Kültür ve Turizm Bakanlığı Sinema Genel Müdürü oldu.Bu bölüm Beko hakkında reklam içermektedir. Beko'dan Google TV serisi her eve, her ihtiyaca uygun geniş ürün yelpazesi ve gelişmiş teknolojik özellikleriyle bir daha onsuz olmasını istemeyeceğiniz bir TV deneyimi sunuyor. Aposto Gündem'e buradan ulaşabilirsiniz.

Erzincan İliç'teki altın madeninde meydana gelen faciadan sonra siyanürlü toprağın çevreye saçıldığı iddiaları konuşuluyor. Göçük altında kalanlar için arama-kurtarma çalışmaları devam ediyor. Bu bölüm Beko hakkında reklam içermektedir. Aslı İnandık ve Volkan Öge'nin demli sohbetlerinden oluşan Neymiş Bu Çay? serisini videocast olarak izleyebilir veya podcast şeklinde dinleyebilirsiniz. Serinin yanına çayınızı, Beko Dem®️ Deluxe Otomatik Çay ve Filtre Kahve Makinesinin özel demleme teknolojisi sayesinde damak zevkinize uygun, tazelik ve lezzetini koruyarak demleyebilir ve tam deminde hazır edebilirsiniz.

CHP Genel Başkanı Özgür Özel, TBMM'de düzenlenen törenle mazbatasını aldı. Banka yetkilileri, enflasyon muhasebesine dahil edilmek için Hazine ile görüşmeyi değerlendirdiklerini açıkladı. Getir online market şirketi FreshDirect'i satın alacağını duyurdu. Bu bölüm Beko hakkında reklam içermektedir. Mutfağı temiz tutarak yemek yapmayı hayal ediyor, yağdan tasarruflu sağlıklı lezzetlerin peşinden gidiyorsanız Beko 2in1 FitFry Az Yağlı Fritöz'ün mutfaktaki yeni arkadaşınız olması için bu bağlantıyı ziyaret edebilirsiniz.

Author of ‘The Authentic Lawyer'' Hannah Beko joins me to share more about authenticity and her authenticity journey.     During the episode, we discuss how to discover more of your authenticity, what that may mean for each of us and we also explore our current relationship with authenticity and how it can become confused with vulnerability and/or emotional dumping.    Hannah recommends the Big Leap with Gay Hendricks.    Connect with Hannah :  https://authenticallyspeaking.co.uk/   Connect with Lulu Minns : www.luluminns.com  

Fransa Cumhurbaşkanı Emanuel Macron, Fransa'nın İsrail ile "omuz omuza" durduğunu söyledi. Saldırılarda hayatını kaybedenlerin sayısı 5 bin 791'e ulaştı. İzlanda'da kadınlar ve LGBTi+'lar, ücret farkı ve şiddeti protesto için greve gitti. Bu bölüm Beko hakkında reklam içermektedir.

Trend Spor'da bu hafta A Milli Takım'ın EURO 2024 bileti almasını ve Vakıfbank'ın AXA Sigorta Şampiyonlar Kupası'nı kazanmasını değerlendirdik. Ayrıca Fenerbahçe Beko ve Anadolu Efes'in EuroLeague performansına değindik. Keyifli dinlemeler!------- Podbee Sunar ------- Bu podcast, Disney+ hakkında reklam içerir.Bu podcast, Odea hakkında reklam içerir.Odea'lı olmak ve yatırım fırsatlarından yararlanmak için tıklayın.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Joined today by former Kentucky Wildcat and current star of Fenerbahce Beko, Nate Sestina. Nate talks about growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania, players he looked up, why he chose Bucknell and his 2 trips to the NCAA tourney. We then chat about how he got recruited to Kentucky, how Brad played a part in it, getting a phone call from Cal and being the vet on a team of freshman. We discuss his year in Lexington, his first game at Madison Square Garden, the ups and down of that season and why Covid happening is the biggest “what if” in Kentucky history. Nate goes over what it's like winning a title in the Israeli league, playing for the powerhouse Turkish team, Fenerbahce Beko, improvements he wants to make in his game and the sick traveling he gets to do playing in the Euro League. We go in depth on the romantic side of Nate, chatting about how he met his fiancé, how he set up his epic proposal, and where he gets his charm from. Nate tells us about "The Family" that Coach Cal preaches about, his emotional senior day and if he would have came back for one more season, All this plus bowling with Flava Flav, thinking he's Tony Soprano and more!! Follow Nate on IG and twitter https://twitter.com/NateSestina23 https://www.instagram.com/natesestina4/

İmamoğlu, bugün görülecek davasına ilişkin, “nafile” arayışlar ifadesini kullandı. Erkan Baş, Can Atalay'ın tahliyesi için çağrıda bulundu. Erdoğan, NATO onayı bekleyen İsveç'in terörle mücadele sorununu çözmesi gerektiğini söyledi.  İş dünyasından içgörü, sektör analizleri ve gelecek öngörüleri için Pareto'ya ücretsiz abone olabilirsiniz. Bu bölüm Beko hakkında reklam içermektedir. Beko'nun Fitfry Teknolojisine Sahip Ankastre Buhar Destekli Fırınıyla tanışmak ve mutfağınızda çok yönlü bir yardımcı kazanmak için bu bağlantıyı ziyaret edebilirsiniz. 

Yoğun bir spor gündemini daha geride bıraktığımız bu haftada Fenerbahçe Beko, Olympiacos karşısında elinden geleni ortaya koysa da kaybederek Final Four şansını kaybetti. Süper Lig'e geldiğimizde Galatasaray şampiyonluk yolunda Fenerbahçe'nin puan kaybetmesiyle çok kritik bir eşiği geride bıraktı ve son maçlara büyük bir avantajla girdi.Formula 1'deyse Miami yarışına Red Bull ve Max Verstappen damga vurunca Formula 1 tarihindeki dominasyonlar bu bölümde kendine yer buldu.Hepsi ve daha fazlası Trend Spor'da!Bu podcast Odea hakkında reklam içerir.Sen de Odea ile yatırım fırsatlarını yakalayıp yatırımın merkezinde yer almak istiyorsan buradaki linke tıkla.Bu podcast LaVita hakkında reklam içerir.Sen de enerjini tazelemek ve doğanın gücünü vücudunda hissetmek istiyorsan buradaki linke tıkla ve %20 indirimden LVTTREND koduyla yararlan.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Süper Lig'de zirve yarışı kızıştı! Beşiktaş, kendi sahasında lig lideri Galatasaray'ı yenip aradaki puan farkını 5'e indirirken ikinci sıradaki Fenerbahçe de Sivas deplasmanından galip ayrılarak liderin 3 puan gerisine yerleşti. Basketbola geldiğimizdeyse Real Madrid-Partizan maçında yaşanan kavga, Fenerbahçe Beko'nun Final Four şansı ve NBA Play-Off'ları Trend Spor'un gündemindeydi! Keyifli dinlemeler!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Günaydın. Bugün bültende, Serbest Kürsü'de Gazeteci Yıldız Yazıcıoğlu'nun seçim döneminde gazeteciliği değerlendirmesi, Botter Apartmanı'nda restorasyon çalışmalarının tamamlanması ve 76. Cannes Film Festivali'nin seçkisi yer alıyor. Bugünün bülteni Beko ile birlikte ulaşıyor. Her hafta sinema ve müzik evreninden söyleşiler, incelemeler, öneriler, podcast'ler ve keşif notları için Duende'ye abone olmayı unutmayın! Bu bölüm Beko hakkında reklam içermektedir. Beko'nun nisan ayı kampanyası kapsamındaki ürünleri incelemek için bu bağlantıyı ziyaret edebilirsiniz.

Süper Lig'de tüm gözlerin üstüne çevrildiği dev derbide kazanan taraf lider Galatasaray oldu! Galatasaray, Fenerbahçe'yi deplasmanda 3-0 yenerken puan farkını 4'e yükseltmeyi başardı ve son 4 sezonda Kadıköy'de 3. zaferine ulaştı. Trend Spor'un gündeminin bir diğer gündem maddesiyse Cristiano Ronaldo'nun tarihin en yüksek maaşıyla Suudi Arabistan'dan Al-Nasr'a transfer olmasıydı.Basketbol tarafına geldiğimizde Sinan Yılmaz'ın konuğu Oğulcan Akçe hem Fenerbahçe Beko'nun hem de Anadolu Efes'in düşüşte olmasının sebeplerini masaya yatırdı.Keyifli dinlemeler!Bu podcast, TAKK hakkında reklam içerir.Sadelik ile kaliteyi buluşturan Kişisel Bakım Markası TAKK hakkında daha detaylı bilgi almak için tıklayın.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We will be back with new episodes on January 5th so please enjoy this favourite episode from 2022: This week the incredible musician Emma Beko joins us to talk isolation as a factor in mental health and how she's learned to embrace the time spent alone that she once feared. Here we go! Mental is the brain-child of Bobby Temps, who lives and thrives while managing his own mental health. Each Thursday we delve into a factor or condition that affects the mind and how to better manage it. Find Bobby's talk at The Podcast Show HERE You can now join our Subscription on Apple Podcasts to support the show and get new episodes ad free… Petition to 'Get Mental Health Education on the School Curriculum' - Join us at bit.ly/MentalPetition Join the movement on: Facebook, Twitter & Instagram We also have a very blue website with loads of great resources HERE

The commitment to creating products that promote convenience and a healthier lifestyle for the consumer (and world) at Beko is one of the things that sets the brand apart.

Medyascope Spor Servisi'nden Doğa Üründül ve Yahya Kemal Doğan, FIBA Dünya Kupası elemelerinde Sırbistan'a 77-76 kaybeden Türkiye A Milli Basketbol Takımı'nın Dünya Kupası'na katılamamasını, koç Ergin Ataman'ın oyuncu tercihlerini, Kenan Sipahi-Onuralp Bitim-Scottie Wilbekin'in elit performanslarını, EuroLeague'in yedinci haftasında oynanan Fenerbahçe Beko-Kızılyıldız karşılaşmasında sarı-lacivertlilerin galibiyeti getiren savunmasını, Anadolu Efes'in Real Madrid karşısında oyunu koparamamasını, lacivert-beyazlıların hücumda döndüremediği topu ve temsilcilerimizin sekizinci haftadaki Panathinaikos ile Barcelona maçlarını konuştu.

Medyascope Spor Servisi'nden Doğa Üründül ve Yahya Kemal Doğan, EuroLeague'in 5. haftasının ev sahipliği yaptığı maçları, Anadolu Efes'in evinde Fenerbahçe Beko'ya 88-79'luk mağlubiyetini, lacivert-beyazlılardaki topa baskı savunmasının sarı-lacivertliler tarafından cezalandırılışını, Scottie Wilbekin'in harika performansını, EuroLeague'in 6. haftasında Türk takımlarının Barcelona ve Bayern Münih deplasmanlarını konuştu.

Medyascope Spor Servisi'nden Doğa Üründül ve Yahya Kemal Doğan, bu akşam (6 Ekim) saat 21.00'de hava atışı yapılacak olan EuroLeague 2022/2023 sezonunu, Anadolu Efes'in transferlerini, koç Ergin Ataman'ın Will Clyburn üzerinden yaratacağı tehditleri, lacivert-beyazlılardaki yükselen atletizmin oyuna etkisini, Fenerbahçe Beko'nun yeni koçu Dimitris Itoudis'in topu Wilbekin ile Edwards arasında nasıl paylaştıracağını, Real Madrid'in koç Pablo Laso sonrası dönemini, Barcelona'nın sakatlarının Jasikevicius'a düşündürdüklerini ve diğer play-off adayı takımları konuştu.

n this episode I speak with Hakan Bulgurlu, CEO of Arcelik, parent company of brands including Beko and Grudndig, and author of: "A Mountain to Climb - The Climate Crisis: A Summit Beyond Everest" whose wakeup call was climbing Mt. Everest during very dangerous conditions, being close to dying and realizing how important climate change is. https://www.arcelikglobal.com/en/company/about-us/management-team/hakan-bulgurlu/

“Beko is the Tesla of home appliances! The way you have brought technology and sustainability into real time solutions for homeowners and moms like me is amazing.”   Lori Taylor (32:43-33:02)   In 2018, we started the tradition of celebrating a brand that's doing a remarkable job of making sustainability a priority and more accessible for all of us in our home kitchens for Earth Day. There's no better company to celebrate this year than Beko Home Appliances, a company awarded as the Most Energy Efficient in 2022 and Partner of the Year Sustained Excellence Award (for the third time) from Energy Star! One of the fastest growing brands in Europe and fresh into the U.S. market for four years, and the first home appliance brand to be honored by the EPA every year since, Beko has everything from nutrient-saving kitchen appliances, refrigerators that preserve food for longer, and dishwashers that actually clean the corners of your casserole dishes.   Beko prides themselves on “already having done what others are talking about” when it comes to sustainability and energy efficiency. For example, their dishwasher uses less water than any other dishwasher on the market today, creating a new, revolutionary way of washing dishes. Their dishwasher has a self-cleaning filter (did you know you were supposed to clean your dishwasher's filter!?), a casserole dish “section” to clean those pesky, caked-and-baked casserole dish corners, and a height-adjustable third rack so you don't have to waste water hand-washing your pasta pots!   As if their dishwasher wasn't incredible enough, their refrigerators, EverFresh and HarvestFresh technology will blow your mind. The Beko refrigerators have a proprietary crisper drawer technology that sucks out the ethylene gas (naturally occuring gas by all fruits and vegetables) using just air filtration. They also have created their own, unique lights that mimic sunlight, completely tricking your fruits and vegetables to continue photosynthesis, keep the vitamin content and protect the nutrient value!    “Just how cooking your fruits and vegetables can change the nutrient makeup, you can have nutrient loss as your fruits and vegetables age and get closer to the rotten stage.” Sazi Bugay (18:06-18:16)   Beko has been a household name for decades in Europe, where it's common to always buy produce fresh and frequently, but in the USA, our purchasing habits veer towards doing our grocery shopping once a week, which is where part of our waste problem comes from. Beko wanted to find a way to tackle this issue without using additives, which is where their HarvestFresh and EverFresh technology came from. HarvestFresh is available in their current appliances and EverFresh will be on the market later this year, along with updates to their dishwashers and washing machines which use steam to save water!    Did you know the average family throws away $1,600 worth of food on an annual basis? On top of that, 40% of everything that's harvested on the farm goes to waste and the lion's share of that occurs at the household level.   One of Beko's main focuses is to reduce their carbon footprint which is why, for example, the plastic tub in their washing machine is made with reused, crushed or recycled bottles. That combined with many of the pain points we have as homeowners in our own desire to be sustainable makes Beko one of the best-in-class, energy efficient companies to date. Beko's oven is another great example of this, which they are launching later this year. The double-wall oven uses proprietary air movement technology along the width and cavity of the oven that reduces preheat time.    “Beko is a purpose-driven global company and our focus is all about creating a healthier planet. We know that with the health of our planet we have health and wellness for all. Our focus will remain to bring forth products made with sustainable materials, to continue to have best-in-class energy efficiency judged by the EPA, and to continue to bring products that help eliminate water waste.” Zach Elkin (36:31-37:06)   As moms and leaders of our household, it's hard to feel like you're doing a “good job” at being sustainable when things like your appliances add to our carbon footprint in a way you can't control. With Beko, not only will your food last longer and your dishes will be cleaner, you'll be reducing waste (and your water bill) without having to do anything at all! Plus, who doesn't want fresher, crisper, healthier, more vitamin and nutrient-packed produce you don't have to throw out in a few days!? Beko is also focused on making sure all of their appliances are affordable, which is why you'll never see them head-to-head price-wise with other top of the line appliances out there. Find out where you can purchase on of Beko's incredible refrigerators, ovens, dishwashers, washing machines or appliances at: https://www.beko.com/us-en/in-stock and make your home as sustainable as possible.   How to get involved Join The Produce Moms Group on Facebook and continue the discussion every week!  Reach out to us - we'd love to hear more about where you are in life and business! Find out more here.    If you liked this episode, be sure to subscribe and leave a quick review on iTunes. It would mean the world to hear your feedback and we'd love for you to help us spread the word!