Most men are perverts - they like women. Love yourself or the same as you - it is natural and too ordinary. But no. Give these spoiled men the most different human species. When you hold a woman's hand between your legs and you don’t find the usual configuration (you’ll fix it there more than once a day), you come to indescribable delight.

Men are boring - nothing is new. Women are ugly deformed (hair, lips, neck, chest, waist, hips, legs) and therefore inexpressibly interesting and attractive. Especially perfect deformations are most popular among men.

Each new woman attracts in a new way. Who knows, and suddenly spending once again between her legs, you will find something new. This is the secret of the irresistible masculinity of the male.

In the late evening twilight of the winter city, after hard labor of making money from nothing, the broker returned to his newly purchased apartment. It was a man at that stage of life when childhood swelling slowly but steadily turns into senile febrile. His name was ... however, for the history of his name does not matter. In the future we will call it so - “Broker”. What is not a surname for a business person?

So, what could be nicer than to go home after the exhausting body and soul of the insane asylum, which is called the Stock Exchange. Today Broker had a good day, he earned decently, and his whole being required rest and relaxation, striving uncontrollably to where it is warm, cozy, where everything is comfortable and functional, and from the kitchen comes the delicate aroma of spices and roasted assorted vegetables - recently he got something fat, and his wife prescribed him a light diet. How wonderful to have a wife! You come home tired, devastated, and in the kitchen someone fusses ...

Through the window of the car, gently going under his favorite overture from “Thieving Magpie” by Rossini, it was raining with sleet. Visibility was poor, and Broker slowed down to a minimum, determining the direction of movement of the parking lights of the cars ahead.

“As I do not envy those,” he thought, “who is deprived of pleasure in such a subaccustomed weather to go home in the warm cabin of a car!”

At that moment, on the side of the road, out of the gloom of the weather, a slim female silhouette emerged under an umbrella. Slightly putting forward her leg in a bright stocking, the girl suddenly raised her hand as the broker approached.

The broker himself did not even understand why he slowed down. He did not intend to linger or let anyone into his warm and cozy world. Apparently, the first reaction of any person to an unexpected request for help from his neighbor worked.

“Okay,” he reasoned, “in which case I’ll say that I am not on my way,” and raised the passenger door lock.

- Long away? - He asked a question to a girl of about eighteen, who bowed to the open door.

- Do not want to relax? - the girl asked in a cold voice in reply.

- How to relax? - he did not understand.

“I’ll give you a blowjob,” the girl explained without a hint of embarrassment, as if she were only offering to sew a button on him.

Broker surprised direct offer girls looked at her from head to toe.

With an expert eye, he immediately examined under her clothes a good chest and developed hips. Peering into his face, he noted his regular and delicate features, which slightly spoiled the excessively sunken cheeks and feverish blush, which made his eyes too big and, together with their lips, they were frightened by their frank sensuality and depravity.

- Well? - the girl threw back her wet icicles of dark hair hanging on her face.

“No, thank you,” Broker refused. - I am busy.

She shrugged indifferently and slammed the car door.

“This is a stupid girl, she thinks, I need her blowjob,” thought Broker and pressed the gas.- Yes, I have a beautiful wife at home, and I am quite pleased with my sex life. And in general, I'm fine. I wonder how much this pleasure costs to tell your friends tomorrow and laugh together. Fool, I forgot to ask. And what prevents me from doing this now? ”

He pressed the brake, stopped and quickly passed back.

The girl turned her head a little to the returning car in surprise.

- How much does it cost? - arrogantly grinning to hide an unexpected embarrassment, Broker asked when she again leaned toward the open door of the car.

- Fifty thousand...

“And money is plose,” Broker immediately thought of offering a prostitute as a bargain. - and here not far I know a secluded place by the river. Why are there a small thing, you need to experience such an adventure at least once in your life. ”

“Jump,” he said resolutely, inviting the girl to the salon.

When they started off, the girl silently twisted the ends of a black scarf for some time, wrapped around her thin neck, as if choking herself, and then asked, apparently trying to overcome the barrier of alienation between an unfamiliar man and a woman who had to do something intimate:

- You will not smoke?

The broker did not smoke himself, but in the glove compartment he always kept a pack of cigarettes for emergency situations.

The girl lit a cigarette, drawing air with cigarette smoke deep into the abyss of the mouth, like drug addicts do, so that, after pulling out her lips with a straw, she can release the smoke.

- What's your name? - Asked Broker, in turn, trying to emotionally get closer to fellow traveler, and thereby relieve the tension from contact with a completely alien and viciously dangerous life.

“Svetlana,” the girl replied with a sigh, as if she was already tired of wearing that name. The broker glanced at the girl out of the corner of his eye, and indeed at that instant he saw that life had patted her on her thin shoulder.

When they arrived at a deserted place in a forest belt by the river, the blizzard subsided, which, however, could be due to the lack of wind cut off by a steep bank.

Turning off the engine, the Broker slightly leaned back in his chair and looked at the girl, inviting her to the top. The girl shook her head, and then, hiding her embarrassment, with the impudence of an experienced prostitute said a cheap phrase:

- First, as they say, tickets, and then a movie.

The broker shrugged with the air of a man suspected of fraud in vain, and took the required amount from his wallet. The girl did not say a word, quickly hid money somewhere in the depths of women's clothing, then leaned toward the client in order to unfasten his belt and lightning with quick and knowing movements.

Having freed a powerful adventurer from a close captivity, she took it very delicately, sticking out her little finger, as if she were holding a cup of coffee or a large jewel. Then she started to work hard.

She did her job skillfully enough. It was evident that she found pleasure in it, and in spite of her fragile build, very soon she found a fairly trained body and strong arms.

From time to time her fast-flashing head stopped and she turned from a doll with a motor into a sophisticated eater of ice cream. He felt her rough tongue handling the most secluded places of his prisoner. At the same time, with the tips of her free hand, showing excellent knowledge of male physiology, she gently pressed between his legs.

Nobody ever delivered such a fantastic pleasure to him. He felt like a young man, before whom an experienced woman opens up a whole world of sweet sensations.

In such moments the man belongs to the woman undividedly. In her hands is the most precious thing a man has, and she alone controls him ...