My name is Ekaterina. I want to tell a story that happened to me. That was two years ago, in early September. I was 23 years old and still had another year of graduate school.

The first of September we celebrated in our department. All as usual, then drank a little. As a result, I sat up late, and I returned home late enough.

My husband pounced on me with accusations. That evening we quarreled. In the morning, I said that I wanted to leave and live a few days with my parents.

Parents were not, they went to the country. And I languished from boredom alone in a large apartment !!!

In the evening I felt very sad. It was already late, eleven o'clock, when I decided to take a walk. I wore high-heeled shoes, black tights, a short light pleated skirt, tight-fitting blouse. Very bright make up (yes, let it look defiant). Put on a short light raincoat. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased - I was watched by a spectacular brunette with a “square” haircut, in a short skirt (who was peeking slightly from under her raincoat), with long, slender legs, with brightly painted plump lips and sultry brown eyes.

I wanted a little drink. I opened the bar, there was only vodka. I decided to make myself a cocktail. From the refrigerator brought Coca-Cola. Gulp first drank one glass, then the second. It did not help - my heart was sad. I took off my coat, turned on the TV, got comfortable in a comfortable chair and began to drink, sipping a cocktail through a straw. I felt like I was gradually getting drunk, and I liked it. After some time, my eyes completely clouded, and my thoughts began to get confused.

I looked at my watch, it was already about one in the morning. Staggering, I went to the window and looked out onto the street. There were no passersby. The night city attracted me and scared at the same time. I was scared to go out, and yet I decided. I took the wedding ring off my hand and put it in the drawer of my desk (why would anyone know that I was married). I threw on my cloak and went out into the street.

I left the doorway. From drunk I swayed from side to side. I went along the street. A cool breeze blew my legs and unceremoniously climbed under the skirt. It excited me. The street was deserted.

I reached the bus stop and stopped, not knowing where to go. Half a minute later, a bus appeared. Why not sit in it - because I do not care where to go.

There were several passengers on the bus. I sat on the free seat, leaned against the window and very quickly turned off. I was completely unlucky.

I woke up from the fact that someone was tampering with me. It was the bus driver. The cabin was empty, the lights off. I was drunk in the drebadan.

He sat down near. His hand began to stroke my knees, and then reached under the skirt. I asked "Do not." My tongue completely stumbled. I tried to pull away. But his hand was already between my legs. I wanted to move my legs, but it was useless. The second hand, he just pulled up my already short skirt. I tried to remove his hand. For which he immediately received a good slap.

- Hands removed, quickly! He hissed.

I tried again to remove his hand. And she received another slap, a much stronger one. And then a few more - for witness - he several times thoroughly whipped me down the cheeks. To be docile and obedient girl. I covered my face with my palms. Now his hands were already running smoothly under my skirt. I no longer resist. He slowly, tastefully, without haste, pawed me between my legs. Every time I touched his hand, I slightly trembled, he clearly liked it and he looked intently into my face. Suddenly, he firmly took my head with both hands and kissed me on the lips as a hickey. I felt his tongue penetrate deep into my mouth. I tried to break free, but he held my head tightly with both hands, and his tongue lodged in my mouth.

Once again I tried to move my legs, but I could not - his leg was between my knees and did not allow me to move my legs. He kept kissing me on the lips, and started pawing me again between my legs. At the same time I felt his stranglehold, his tongue in my mouth and his palm, which he slowly, slowly, tastefully pawed me between my legs. It lasted forever. I went limp and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

He dragged me out of the seat and dragged me to the top of the bus. I could not resist - so much I was drunk. He ordered me to kneel, I dutifully did it. He sat in front of me on the seat, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dick. I did not need to explain anything - I took in my mouth. I tried with might and main: sucking, licking, swallowing his dick as deeply as possible, doing everything so that he quickly finished. I was afraid that if I did something wrong, he would beat me again. I was burning with shame. I, a decent girl, kneel on the dirty floor of the bus in front of an unfamiliar man and suck his dick like the last fucking !!! At the same time I also try with might and main!

He quickly finished, and I felt the sperm in my mouth. I do not like to swallow. But in order not to look like a complete fool, I did not spit it out. In the end, all this remained in my mouth and lips. It was disgusting and disgusting. I have risen. He helped me get out of the bus, even gave me a hand when I left. At the same time looking at me with a pozhasneyshaya smile. Then he got into the cabin and drove away.

I remained standing on the sidewalk in the middle of a deserted street. Absolutely drunk, beaten and humiliated, just having blowjob the bus driver. I didn’t think much about where I was and how I would get home. I understood that in such a state I would become easy prey for anyone who wants it. My skirt ripped off. I pulled it down and walked along the sidewalk, hoping that at least someone would drive by and agree to take me home.

I kept going, not knowing where. Machines, unfortunately, was not. Suddenly behind my back I heard the rustling of tires. I turned around - a police UAZ was slowly following me. I was scared. If I get drunk at the police, they will absolutely do whatever they want with me. I stopped. A policeman got out of the car and approached me.

. - Girl, what do you come back so late, and all alone? - he asked.

I started lying to something, that I was at my friend's birthday party, that I had sat up, that I had taken the wrong bus. My tongue completely stumbled.

- What is your name? - he asked.

“Catherine,” I replied.

“If you want, Katya, we will take you home,” he suggested.

I was afraid to sit in their car. But there was no choice. I understood that if they wanted, they would still drag me by force.

I just asked:

- Do you want me to get in your car?

He also simply answered:

- Yes.

I silently went to the car. There were three of them. In front of me, the door to the back seat was kindly opened. I tried to climb, but could not - UAZ high, and I was drunk in an arc. One of them decided to help me and got me hooked, while not being ceremonious, just crawled under my skirt. I felt his hand on my ass. I already did not pay attention to it, I did not care. I perfectly understood why three men invited me to get into their car.

I was asked where to go. I answered. All the way we drove in silence. My coat and skirt were so short that when I was sitting my long legs were perfectly visible. I tried to at least move my legs and sit decently, but the car was shaking, and I, trying to maintain balance, sometimes inadvertently slightly spread my knees. To my left sat one of them and stared at me from head to toe. I felt uncomfortable under his greasy looks. A chill ran down my back, I didn’t know where they were taking me and what they would do to me, but I understood that they wouldn’t let me go.

When I sat down, my pleated skirt ...