“Thank you, miss, you were very sweet.”

Rising from my knees and wiping cum from my chin, I bleated:

- D-farewell.

"Silent, man!" - I thought, leaving the apartment, and looked around. Yes, yes, he again typed something on the laptop keyboard.

Boredom. God, how boring it is to hang around in a little cabin! Bisbee didn’t have a television, and the receiver only wheezed. I have already tried all the classes. Took a shower, make up, made a manicure. After that, after 15 minutes of forced idleness, I also painted my nails and legs. Then, all so beautiful, I tried to sleep, but the dream did not adjoin my eyelids. Having thus killed an hour, I decided to go somewhere. However, to go out to people in such a provocative form - in a transparent blouse - I did not dare. Having tried Bisbee's jacket on, I completely abandoned this idea - it seemed to me that I looked too stupid.

I tried to masturbate. Representing myself with Henri in bed, as well as with the man who has nerves of steel, I caress myself for a while. It was pleasant, but no more, my body was not ready yet, and I did not succeed in reaching orgasm.

Two hours later, I already wished with all my heart that Bisbee would quickly come and take me to the next client, all the entertainment. Three hours later, when it was already quite dark behind the porthole, I was just about to masturbate again. It seemed to me that this time I should succeed. Fortunately, I did not have time to crawl under the hem and bare my breast — Bisbee came, finding me in a quite decent form.

- Now I will take you to the pool. Find a man in orange swimming trunks and dark glasses. Next to him should be a chick in a blue bathing suit, blonde. Very spectacular, but not an example for you as flat as a board. This is husband and wife. He saw you yesterday, so when you appear, he will rise and go to the shower. Five minutes later, join him. - Bisbee thrust a bundle into my hands. - This is a swimsuit and a dressing gown, change clothes.

- Conspiracy? Are we playing spies?

“She’s too rich to be careful.” Come on, dress up.

Turning to the porthole, I took off my clothes and tried to figure out the swimsuit, which consisted of what seemed to be some narrow bands. Pulling THAT, finally, on myself, I turned around in front of the mirror and realized that I looked not just provocatively, but particularly corrupt: my breasts were almost at will, the triangles of fabric did not even cover my nipple - the edge of brown skin brazenly crawled out from the edge. Panties covered the pubis with a narrow strip at the very least, but they were so tightly stretched that the outlines of the external genital lips and the cleft between them were clearly visible between the legs. And the back was just a naked ass - three narrow bands in the area of ​​the sacrum and fastened together with a small ring. Hearing a half-sigh-half-dimple behind my back, I turned around. Bisbee gazed admiringly over my ass, and then his eyes shifted to the view of my weakly covered breasts. He quickly unbuttoned his jacket and also frantically opened his fly, completely outgrowing his farm. His trunk, twined with bluish veins, was in full readiness, and the testicles covered with light fluff were rounded and swollen, and I, realizing what was required of me, knelt before Bisbee, kneeling a purple head in her mouth. Glancing through my eyelashes at Bisbee’s face twisted with passion, I quickly earned my tongue and lips. And when my fingers closed on the member, catching him in a tight ring, and began to move on him, he could not resist.After pouring all the sperm into my mouth, which I honestly swallowed, Bisbee tucked the drooping cock into his pants, buttoned up and grunted:

- You will become a maniac. Okay, touch up the lips and go.

Bisbee led me through the corridors to the pool. Fortunately, the depraved swimsuit was under a dressing gown, so throughout the whole journey I felt pretty tolerable.

I was only disturbed when I left the inside of the vessel and was near the pool. Despite the late hour, the open-air swimming pool was flooded with floodlights and full of entertaining public. And with sadness I thought that I would now appear before this public in the most frank way. Throwing off my robe, I threw him over the crook of my arm and immediately felt how a dozen lewd looks stared at me. Trying to look imperturbable, I walked over to the side, looking for orange melts. Finally, I saw them, but at the same time I felt a glance through dark glasses, licking me from head to toe. The man nodded to me and slowly got up.

I went after him, trying not to miss the moment when he entered the shower. I didn’t want to be a fool, having broken into the wrong man! And it seems my concentration on flashy swimming trunks was excessive. Otherwise, how to explain the fact that I did not notice how two people blocked my way. Only at the last moment I saw two handsome men in front of me, whom I would not refuse to flirt with, even if I were in a hurry to meet Henri now. Flirt, I said, but no more. However, these guys had their own opinion on flirting. Most likely, my provocative view led to several other thoughts. But all in order.

I did not have time to slow down and crashed straight into the broad chest. And would definitely fall on surprise on the fifth point, do not hold me one of them by the waist. It is always nice to be in such embraces, but I diligently looked out from behind a muscular shoulder, trying to keep up with the orange swimming trunks. To my relief, the melts disappeared behind the door under the number "4". Oh, now let's hear what the two babbling blondes like the brothers are saying to me. But they were babbling in such monstrous English that I simply did not understand them. I realized only one thing: their names were Sven and Nicholas, the Swedes, apparently. Their goals and objectives were understandable through the views that swept my roundness, and by the way Nicholas pressed me to his thigh, already stroking my almost bare buttocks.

- Boys, I'm in a very, very hurry.

I barely freed myself from the grip and, without looking back, rushed to the fourth shower room. Closing the door behind me, I leaned my back on it: nevertheless, for some time I would be spared from the looks that undress me. The second problem remains - I'm being fucked. The shower was spacious, attended even a small pool. Nearby was a bench. My now trained eyes noted that she was with a soft oil-covered seat - it would not be hard if I had to be at the bottom. Y-yes ...

Meanwhile, the man came out of the open booth and jumped toward me. He impatiently tossed the robe aside, than he prevented him? I was already in front of his lustful gaze anyway, that naked.

- Well, come on soon, baby ...

The top of my swimsuit was immediately tilted up, which made my breasts elastically sway in front of the man's nose. Immediately, he clutched at my nipple with his teeth; I even involuntarily cried out.

- Oh, baby, there will be more. I have one thing prepared for you. Well, take it in your mouth.

I felt on his nape of his hand, bending me down. To be honest, I was even a bit dumbfounded by his pressure. And the man, clutching my hair with one hand, with the other pulled off his swimming trunks and began to poke his soft cock in my lips.

- Well, come on, baby, make it big, and it will please you on the other side.

Yes? That will make me happy? Something I doubt. With these thoughts, I opened my lips and pulled my head into myself. When a member hardened, a man ... Read more →