I am the head of a small but thriving firm. Recently I received an office in the center of Moscow. My work has long ceased to be for me something that it represents for others. Now I mostly sat in the office, went to rest, went to the casino. And of course, stare at pretty girls. I was not married, despite the fact that I was already 26 years old.

“It’s time to have a wife,” Mom told me.

Yes, I myself knew it, but for the most part I came across not girls, but simply pretty little fools, with whom you can spend the night flying away, but absolutely nothing to talk about. So, closer to the subject: I was sitting in the office, my secretary suddenly called me:

- Anton Albertovich, to you some sort of girl, about work.

“Let me in,” I said.

A girl entered my office. I immediately turned everything upside down. Not to say that she was a particularly outstanding beauty (just don’t imagine ugly. She is very beautiful, especially since she doesn’t wear any makeup), I just saw some shine in her eyes that it suddenly became clear to me: I want her . She was slim, or rather even had the perfect figure, she was, as I later found out, very clever, and, although I don’t like smart women, it didn’t affect my choice. She stopped at the door and froze, looking at me with her beautiful eyes.

- Can I come in?

- Of course. Sit down. You, as I understand it, about the work?

“Yes,” said the girl, a little embarrassed.

- Well.

I took the documents from her, which turned out to be a mere formality. The work was simple - keeping external accounting. That is, it was just necessary to revise documents from time to time, and upon my request to issue some of them. I set a rather large salary - $ 1200.

- Tomorrow, by 8:00, you will need to be here. My secretary will show you everything and tell you. Good luck.

Her face literally glowed.

- Thank you very much.

“You're welcome,” I said, and smiled.

The next day I could not see her, because my business partner offered to go to his country house in France for two weeks, where we had a great time. When I arrived, I took some of my business and came to the office. As I was immediately informed, Anya (that was the name of that girl) was late for work. I missed it and went to my office. Two hours later, that is, about twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Anya came. First of all, it was sent to my office by itself. She entered and stopped.

“Sit down,” I said in a friendly tone.

Anya passed and sat opposite me. I saw fatigue on her face, but it didn’t spoil her at all; on the contrary, she somehow gave some piquancy to her face. She was still flawless.

- Anton Albertovich ... - she began to stammer, - I have a request for you.

I was silent. Specially.

- Anton Albertovich ... Could you ... could you ... borrow ... borrow me money?

She looked down. I once again made sure that I was in love with her.

- Of money?! I asked inquiringly, surprised at my acting skills.

- Yes.

- How much do you need?

“You see, my brother is ill, and he needs money for an operation.”

- So, how much?

- Lots of.

- Lots of?

 — 50 000$.

I certainly expected surprises, but that such! I cleared my throat and began to think about the situation.

- I will give them on Friday.

- Will you give? And how?

- My brother will be paid money from work, they should be enough.

- Good. But I will have to issue a receipt.

The essence of the receipt was that if the borrower did not return the amount on time, the court could bring him to criminal liability. I wrote a check, signed it and gave it to her. She elegantly took the pen and also signed her beautifully.

- Thanks a lot.

That radiance appeared on her face again.

A WEEK HAS PASSED

She came to my office. by the expression of my face, I realized that there was no money with me.

“Sit down,” I said now, first of all.

“I have no money with me.”

- What about compensation to my brother?

- He's still in the hospital.

I felt like I was hit in the head with an ax.And, feeling himself the last scum, he handed her a copy of the receipt.

- You see her. Do you know what will happen?

She looked at the receipt, covered her face with her hands and wept.

- Hey, what are you doing? I really did not want ... Calm down.

She wiped away tears.

- Now they will put me in prison? How much?

- At least five years, or even more. The amount is big.

She took my hand, squeezed it. I felt the warmth of her hands.

"What are you scum," - I thought about myself.

I let go of my hand and said:

- Come to me.

She got up, went around the marble table and came up to me.

“She needs a figure,” I thought to myself.

- Sit down.

I instructed her to sit on her knees. She immediately understood what I was getting at.

- Can I take a pill out of my bag?

- Do not worry. I'm not a scumbag to that extent.

I took her hand and held it to my groin.

- Do you feel it?

- Yes.

- He you too. He likes you.

She, sitting on her lap, looked at me, looked up, and it was so sexy that she could not convey with any metaphors. I picked it up and sat it on my lap. Hugged his waist, looked into his eyes. I had a very good predatory look. Then, with one jerk, he grabbed her lips. From the side it looked, probably very impressive. So we kissed for about 15 minutes. I just yearned for love. She, judging by the energy, too.

- While this certificate will be with me, you will not be put. But this certificate will be with me only if you yourself will be with me.

She did not answer. Just sat on my lap and looked at me. I looked at my childish face, but for me, a young healthy person, yearning for love, simply needed relaxation.

We agreed that I would take her and take her to my home. At first I wanted her to just satisfy me, but then a sadist woke up in me. I decided: you need to make her your slave. It would look very sexy - a 21 year old girl in chains with a submissive facial expression makes a deep blowjob, sitting on her lap.

So, I drove to her house at the appointed time, even a little earlier. I decided to pretend that I was in a bad mood and that I had forgotten about the case in the office. I drove it (I couldn’t think of another word - my Audi TT drove very, very quickly) and stopped. She left about 15 minutes later, that is, she was 10 minutes late. I told her not rudely, but not softly. So velvety voice:

- Get in the car.

She sat down, immediately realizing that I was out of sorts. All the way we drove without a sound. I drove up, stopped, went around the car and opened the door for her.

- Come out.

She went out.

- Come after me.

We went up to my floor, I let her into the apartment first, then I went in, slowly turned, closed the door, and what I didn’t expect - I pressed her against the wall and kissed her very roughly. I ran my hand over her face, put my hand into her hair ... and kissed her again. This time more romantic. One fact should be mentioned here: before that, I asked the housewife to throw syringes around my apartment, to put flour on the table. To give her the impression that I am a drug addict. We entered, I said, even more correctly ordered to wait for her in the room. He went to his office, changed his clothes, washed himself, put on a silk robe and entered the room. There she waited.

“Stand in the middle,” I said in a commanding tone.

She walked to the middle.

- Undress.

She looked at me inquiringly.

- I'm waiting. You have 20 seconds. My member no longer stood.

She carefully removed her blouse, stayed in one T-shirt, and stopped.

- Now jeans.

She began to unbutton her belt, so slowly, sexually. Then she began to take off her jeans, exposing her beautiful hips. Jeans remained lying on the floor.

“T-shirt,” I tried to control myself.

Anya also carefully took off her T-shirt. Now she stayed in her panties and bra. I was numb. Just watched not her.

“Come to me,” now my voice sounded more than tender.

She came up, I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me, squeezed lightly, stroked them and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were like a frightened doe. I was very excited. I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. All this time we have not taken our eyes off each other.The bath was more like a bath, covered with wood, there was a couch, seats, a steam room, etc. We came.

- I will come somewhere after 15 minutes. Get ready. Use what you want.

I went out and closed the door with a key, after half a minute the water was leaking. I waited 15 minutes and went already naked. She was naked, and, as I understood through wet hair and body, I had already had time to wash myself. I approached her. She was below me somewhere on the floor of the head. I pressed close and looked into her eyes. As I understood from them, she was waiting for humiliation and humiliation from me. My cock rested on her stomach. She could not help but feel it. We stood there for about half a minute. Then she straightened the hair on her head and tried to push me very, very weakly. I grabbed her hands, threw her on the couch. It was he who threw, what kind of animal in me did it, and not me.

- Lie down on your stomach.

She rolled over. I climbed and lay on her. What an effort it cost me not to insert my friend now in her ass! But I did not want to hurt her. She remained, in my understanding, a deity, an angel. I whispered in her ear:

- Are you virgin?

- Not.

If I had more time, I would tell you the story of how she lost it, but this is a completely different topic.

- Not? - I stretched my hand to my dick, jerked him a couple of times.

Then the finger began to rub the vagina. Not long, since then he moved to the anus. I put a finger into it, it entered easily. Then he inserted two, three, they just as easily entered.

- Have you had someone back?

She was silent.

- ANSWER ME! - I screamed in her ear, although I was not angry every second I fell in love with her more and more.

“Yes ...” she answered timidly.

I jumped up, took a glass vessel with some kind of cream for 800 bucks, which I specifically bought for her, and threw it into the wall. There was a crash and the sound of falling glass.

- You did not tell me about it!

- You did not ask ...

“You should have said that!”

I stood in a stupor in the middle of the bath, I could not move. Then he went to the other end of the bath, sat on a soft leather sofa.

- Come to me.

Anya came up.

- On knees.

Anya sat down on her knees. I leaned over to her, and whispered in my ear:

- Now I will fuck you, - stroked my hair, - very rude and dirty. Get ready

At that moment, I felt her neck tremble. I really liked it!

To be continued.