INSTEAD OF PREFACE

Just want to say to fans of pure erotica and the right sex, intent on reading this story: goodbye. Here you can find something that you hardly like - the thing came out unexpectedly brisk. It contains a little bit of almost every imaginable direction of sexual fantasy - with the exception, perhaps, of necrophilia (But this is a completely different story J). The rest let them know that despite the abundance of literary details and shocking "life details", this story is just a kind of conventionality, fiction, filled with all sorts of fantasies, drawn in part from my own head, partly from English-language "works" of this kind. It is therefore not necessary to find fault with trifles and seek out inconsistencies with reality in the events and behavior of the characters. Nastya’s girls do not really exist (and if there is one, I don’t know anything about her). The name was taken by me rather because of the similarity with the English word NASTY (nasty, disgusting). Sorry for the cynicism. And enjoy your pastime J.

P. S. Criticism of the author or the characters in the story is not accepted. For the consequences of any attempts to imitate the characters of the story in their actions, the author does not bear any responsibility :)

PART 1. CLEARANCE

In our life there is always a place for exploits. This Nastya understood quite early. Even as a child, she read the book "How the steel was tempered," and then she was struck by what torments the person was willing to go on. But she never thought that in the future it would concern herself.

That year the first sex shop opened in the city of N. For the people it was something new from western life. Anastasia was then preparing for her first summer session at the institute - it was a funny time when the classes had already ended, and the exams had not yet thought to begin - there was still a week and a half before the first one. Nastya's parents left for another fortnight in another city, so she and her classmate, Tanya, took a textbook and a bedding and went to the beach every morning to sunbathe and, if possible, to learn. Usually it was impossible to study, but this confused them a little - there was still a lot of time. On this day, their journey was just past this store, and friends decided to go there.

On the shop windows, as it should be, there were all sorts of substitutes for human genital organs, sexy lingerie and shoes, posters and postcards of frank content. Tatiana all this caused a smile, then frank laughter; Nastya thought about something else entirely. At that time she had no boyfriend yet, she knew about sex only from a few porn movies from a video library and from stories of more experienced girlfriends. She envied them, envied the same Tanya with her independence and ability to communicate with guys. They responded to tease her, rightfully considering her as a child in such matters. She loved to look at beautifully dressed friends, imagining herself in their place, mentally dressing like them, talking like them. Like all girls, as a child, she spent a long time spinning in front of a mirror in her mother’s big dresses and shoes, imagining herself to be adult and attractive. She was attractive - a beautiful oval face, light brown hair, which she sometimes braided into a short pigtail, expressive eyes, a sensual mouth with ripe lips. And her figure was not bad. Only she herself did not understand this, considered herself an ugly duckling. And in real life was a modest and closed girl. But now she felt something much stronger. She could not understand what was keeping her in this store, but she clearly felt for herself the attractiveness of this place. And when they left the shop, she had the feeling that it was as if a part of her remained forever.

The next day, Tanya called her and said that she was busy today and would not go to the beach. Nothing can be done, Nastya gathered things and went herself. This time she deliberately chose the path that led past the sex shop. The overwhelming desire to tighten it inside the institution. Again the same twilight, stale air with specific aromas. The seller asked her if she would like to purchase something. She replied that she did not know. Then the seller looked at her incredulously and asked if she was an adult. Her question so touched that she declared in the heat of the moment: “I wish!”. The seller said that he has something special for her. “This is from the new acquisitions: Only for adults, so ...” Nastya decided that he does not trust her, so she said calmly, as if every day she was buying something here: "Let's wrap it up:". The seller called the amount - it was surprisingly inexpensive, and Nastya found such money. Grabbing the purchase, the girl flew out like a bullet into the street, followed by a significant grin of the seller.

Naturally, she didn’t go to the beach anymore, but returned home with burning cheeks and one thought in her head: “What a fool I am after all.” At home she threw a shopping bag far to a corner, and she didn’t remember about it all day Only in the evening curiosity dismantled her, and she opened the package. In the first box were black lace panties, a pair of thin dark brown nylon stockings and a black belt to them. Nastya had not worn anything like that before, she wanted to try it on. head flashed the thought, is not it worth it to return it to the magician but she convinced herself that it would look very stupid. So, putting on panties and a belt, she pulled the stocking first on one and then on the second leg, hooked them to the belt, and walked in front of the mirror. rather strange, but she liked herself in such a way. Running her hand over the stocked right shin, she felt, besides the elastic silkiness of nylon, something she couldn’t find the name of. With the newly flushed cheeks she began to unpack the second box. In it was a pair of imported high-heeled shoes. No, not even on high - on tall. Elegant, completely black patent leather shoes (with the exception of bright red insoles of soft and fragrant leather) rested on a 6-inch stud (as it was written on the package). Figuring in her mind, Nastya decided that it was about 15 centimeters. The highest heels she had ever worn did not even reach a quarter of that height. She was suddenly frightened that she chose not her own size at random. She tried to find on the package a number like 37 (her own), but the size on the package was unusual, from a single number. Then she did the most natural thing in this situation - she just tried on one shoe. Her foot slipped inside with ease, her fingers sat comfortably in a sharp sock, the heel gently but surely fixed the heel - the shoe came up! The socks of the shoes were quite deep, so that only the edges of the crevices between the toes, dimly visible in the haze created by the shiny nylon, looked out from under the leather trim. On the back of her shoes, Nastya found a tight loop, the purpose of which was at first incomprehensible to her. After searching in the box, she found two more leather straps, each with a three-finger splint, with ingenious clasps. Ah, Nastya understood, these straps need to be looped and fastened over the ankles. Do it turned out a couple of trivia. Wearing a second shoe, Nastya listened to her feelings - an incomprehensible feeling intensified.

Nastya got up and, staggering, walked again in front of the mirror. She had slender legs, and the combination of nylon and high heels made them divine. Wide straps, tight ankles like bracelets and glittering metal clasps, gave the picture a special charm. Walking on such high heels was accompanied by a quiet clatter, vaguely resembling the clatter of horse hooves on the pavement.The girl smiled at such anology.

Having admired plenty of her legs, she accepted to open the third box. Here it was just the most incomprehensible items. First, the bra. Black, dense, with sharp metal spikes in place ...