One day, Alla, my cousin, approached me with a request to be a “wedding general” at her son's wedding. I talked little with my mother’s relatives, but with Alka, although she was 12 years older than me, she maintained a rather warm relationship. I was impressed that she, being my poor relative, never tried to fawn on me and beg for handouts. Therefore, remaining for the rest of the rich bitch, Alke, I tried to help.

My business flourished, the managers didn’t steal much, I only occasionally appeared at shareholders' meetings, I had plenty of free time, so it was quite tempting to look for an hour at a family celebration. And although I saw Alka’s husband and son for the last time eight years ago, I agreed. As usual, Alka talked reluctantly about her problems, but I pulled everything out of her. It turned out that her “boy” after the institute could not get a good job. It was decided elementary, he had rights, and I had just grown to a level where it was a shame not to have a personal chauffeur. But Alka would not accept such a handwriting at once, so for a start I asked her Sasha to look after a couple of days at my house outside the city. Oh, God, as if providence, spoke then with my mouth. But, all in order.

Choosing a gift - a luxurious home theater (let the other guests turn white with envy), I hesitated for a long time who to choose as a companion. I never let men dominate me. Managing them through libido is very simple and a bit boring. Therefore, I had no regular partner. Fleeting meetings, weekly novels, more difficult to endure. At the same time I could hold out for a long time without a man. I will tell you a secret, I have a mild form of narcissism. One wall of my cozy living room is fully occupied by a mirror. Having settled in front of the TV, I can always admire myself. And sometimes, having turned off all the phones, I put on evening make-up, dress in semi-transparent black lingerie and ...

At first, I turn around in front of the mirror, looking at my slender long legs, my high chest, soft and rounded outlines, guessing under a weightless cloth. Then I turn back to the reflection and admire my elastic buttocks, spend my hands on them with long perfect nails ... This is very erotic - a blood-red lacquer against the background of a mysterious, half-hidden, but still distinctly visible line separating my buttocks. I'm starting to get excited. I turn around ... My swollen nipples are already tearing at the translucent fabric. They are dark cherry in color and perfectly visible. My reflection with a bitten sponge begs to continue (and how this grimace affects men!), And I take my claws by the nipples, which is why every time I softly scream. Depending on the situation, I either use my second hand to shift what can be called panties, or, if I don’t have them, I just move my pussy lips apart, providing access to the clitoris. If I haven’t had a man for a long time, I will immediately finish it for the first time, but, as a rule, this does not satisfy me. If I recently had someone, then I still enjoy my view in the mirror for some time.

Then comes the turn of the vibrator. Already moaning at the top of my voice, I fall on the sofa and, turning on the machine, I begin to introduce it into my vagina. Here it is necessary to do everything without haste, too fast and deep sex can be used with men (with those units of them who are capable of it), it is better to masturbate without haste. Rarely, very rarely do I use myself in the anus. And just two men can boast that they were in my ass, although I can not say that I did not like it. Apparently, even a bitch like me has my own complexes.It ends with the fact that I, no longer able to stop, enter the vibrator as far as possible, so that he makes his movements deep, deep, pulling the clitoris, nipple or nipple corner with my second hand and experiencing a stormy orgasm.

Then I lie for some time, admiring my shamelessly stretched reflection, the reflection of a fucking whore ... Actually, I don’t like it when men behave during sex as if they were fucking a slut using the most scabrous words, I don’t know where this error came from that a woman who behaves in public like a lady in her bed necessarily wants to be a whore. Although, sometimes ... But it is better when a man starts by kissing fingers on his legs, and maybe in the neck, well, or something like that ...

Then again I start to caress myself ... No, I’m lying, I got carried away, it seems I need to take a short break and do everything described above ...

So what did I finish? Oh yes...

I opted for Alexey. He is very imposing, never mind, never tries to get me into bed, as a result I give him more than others. Although, unfortunately, in sex, he is not very ... Oh, you are not easy, woman's share. However, today my body’s sex is no longer necessary, so it’s hard to come up with a candidate better than Alexei.

A short black dress with an open back, narrow strips, also called shorts, stockings, elegant shoes with high heels. A thin diamond necklace and a bit of makeup, in such a somewhat depraved form, I appeared before the public.

I got out of Alexey's car and went to the registry office, clattering heels. My breasts elastically swayed under a silky thin fabric, the hem covered with feminine hips, and I seemed to plunge into a wave of men's looks. I was heading for Alla, standing near the entrance. And then I stopped, so abruptly, that Aleksey, who followed, ran into my soft part. But I did not pay attention to him. No, this cannot be called love at first sight, but I think I saw my man. More precisely, something clicked in my body, and I felt my vagina moisturize. Of course, I pulled myself together, and immediately realized what a gift fate presented me: the man who aroused me without making the slightest effort turned out to be the newly-made fiancé! That he should soon become my personal chauffeur, and even earlier (by the way, it is necessary to insist that one of these days) go to guard my country house! From the opening prospects I was captured by the spirit! However, judging by the glance that smeared me across an almost bare chest, and then hastily withdrawn, I realized that it was necessary to proceed with caution, at least deliberately. Otherwise, the game can be startled.

Everything that happens in the registry office and at first the restaurant is remembered as if through fog. I even had to, hiding the tablecloth of the festive table, to sneak myself with a napkin so that the traces of my extreme excitement would not show up behind the dress. But the sight of Sasha, kissing passionately with his bride under the shouts of “Bitter!”, Could not leave me indifferent. I saw his hand hug the slender waist and dreamed of giving up on the place of Marina. Oh, I was not jealous at all, feeling only a slight envy. That's just the discomfort of dissatisfaction increased. I looked round. Alexey and I sat in the places of honor. They were settled opposite the young ones, there was a wall behind and to the right, and the guests on the left were blocked by Alexey's noble profile. Come what may! I spread my legs and, grabbing Alexei's hand, laid it on my soaked panties. My companion looked at me in surprise, but obediently began to caress my sexual lips through a thin fabric. I taught him to endure any of his antics a long time ago, and although this one surpassed all the previous ones, the trained Aleksey didn’t squeak. The only thing that he could not do right away was to quickly get rid of his dumbfounded expression. However, I only glanced at him briefly, concentrating on sensations in the lower abdomen. Alexey knew his stuff.

His fingers penetrated the panties.Having a little caressing the swollen petals of the vagina, they slid inside. I immediately squeezed my hips, stopping his hand, as a voluptuous moan began to tear from my throat. Fearing to give myself away, I leaned toward Alexei’s ear and cooed in a hoarse voice: “Not so fast, dear. Minutes ...