Police Commissioner summoned Inspector Fish.

- Listen, Alex, they brought me a curious letter today. I would like you to familiarize yourself with it, - and the commissioner handed the inspector a thick envelope.

- What kind of letter? - asked Fish.

- It says it all. Read carefully, and then look again to me.

The inspector locked himself in his office, lit a cigarette and began to read.

“I met Farid on the business of my company. And he was not surprised when he invited me to visit him. The evening began quite banal - the table, conversations. His wife turned out to be a cool-haired blonde. Then Farid offered to smoke weed and I agreed. Warm waves rolled over me, I was good and indifferent, and my head was so empty that I heard tinnitus. Finally, emerging from the intoxication, I looked around the room with a dull gaze.

Farid and I were sitting on the couch, and in front of us his wife was undressing to the oriental melody. From his lips, I realized that he was saying something to me. Straining, I heard his voice, but I couldn’t make sense. Looking at me intently, he laughed and began to poke a finger at the buttons of my shirt. Apparently something dawned on me, and I began to carefully unfasten them. Unbuttoning my trousers, I looked up. The gorgeous wife Farida was already dancing before us almost naked. In addition to the bra and panties, she had a narrow belt with long elastic bands and transparent stockings.

For some reason, my eyes were chained to her full thighs, into which the edges of the stockings had crashed.

- Listen, Irena, and you do not tight stockings? - I asked. She laughed. I turned to Farid: - Why is she laughing?

Farid, smiling, patted me on the shoulder:

“Why questions when you have such a gorgeous woman in front of you,” he answered. I nodded and looked again at Irene. At this time she languidly lowered her panties. My gaze showed her smoothly shaved bosom.

- Bravo! - I said and applauded.

Irena laughed again and approached me. I wanted to ask why she was pulling off my clothes, but my eyes rested on defiantly sticking out lips between her legs. Undressing me, she knelt down and took my cock in her mouth. Again I wanted to ask Farid something, but he suddenly appeared behind her already naked. Finally, it began to reach my mind what was going on. The first orgasm appeared as if suddenly, almost completely sobering up me. I saw Irena’s face in front of me with my cum on my lips. She looked at me with a dull gaze and swayed in time with Farid's pitching. But her husband immediately drew her to the carpet. Putting her on his back, he sat on her chest and gave his dick to her mouth.

“Take a seat,” he said to me and showed her smooth womb. I slid down on all fours from the carpet and, sitting down between her legs, began to stroke thin silk that fitted soft calves.

- Do not be shy, lick her sweetie pussy. She loves it, I heard the voice of Farid.

Her plump lips were hot and wet. They flinched under my tongue and excited me. But here again Farid changed everything. Now I was lying on my back, and Irena was standing on all fours above me. Her plump ass rose above my face.

I again began to lick her lips and clit, and at that time she was giving me a blow job. And here above there was a huge member Farida. He went down and finally rested in the spouse's anus. And unexpectedly easily slid inside. After just a few strokes, he twitched and, having driven the penis completely into the point of his wife, finished it. Then he went outside, then disappeared from my field of vision. The anus is still twitching, then slightly shrinking, then swinging open again. From it a thin stream flowed sperm. She went down on her lips and clit, and I licked her, fascinated by an unusual look.

Irena straightened and sat on my face. Her open anus was above my mouth. I threw a greedy kiss to him and began to suck out of it their juices. At the end, Irena squeezed and squeezed a large amount of sperm into my mouth.

Irena turned over smoothly and found herself on top of me. Her wet vagina swallowed my hard cock, and her face came close to mine.

And suddenly she whispered hotly:

- My dear, Farid would like to fuck you in the ass. Have you ever tried it already? - and, without waiting for an answer, she continued: - I will give you an artificial member, you will indulge at home with him, and come to us next weekend. Will you do as I ask you, dear?

I nodded spellbound, Irena smiled and kissed my forehead. And then I finished.

At home, I actually found an artificial penis in my briefcase. Undressed, I took it and went to the bathroom. Smearing it with cream and putting one foot on the edge of the bath, I smoothly inserted it into my anus. The sensation was unusual and at first unpleasant. But I remembered Irena's hot whisper and right there, as if by magic, it became easy and pleasant for me.

The following weekend I showed up to Farid. Everything was the same as the first time, only the drug now did not affect me so much. I was fine, but I realized everything. Farid, putting Irena on all fours, warmed up, and I melted, looking at them from the sofa. But Irena beckoned me with her finger, and I crawled over to her on all fours. For some reason she spoke again in a whisper:

“You did as I asked, honey?”

I just nodded.

“Then stand next to me.”

I silently obeyed, continuing to look at her face, which hesitated in time with the jolts. She smiled at me when her head stopped swaying. And here in my anus began to enter a fat member Farid. I groaned as if spellbound, continuing to look into Irena's eyes, and soon the pain gave way to pleasure. A mighty piston moved inside me, and it seemed that it reached the stomach.

- Are you pleased, my dear? - whisper asked Irena. I nodded as always. It seemed to me that I was drowning in her eyes. But the piston twitched in me, and hot semen began to pour into my gut. I just turned and pulled, and I have not seen anything around me.

Farid went to the bathroom, and I fell to the floor exhausted. Irena touched my dick.

“Wet,” she said, smiling, “so you really were pleased.”

I looked at her hand and saw cum there. Looking down, I was surprised to see that moisture was draining from my penis. I did not even notice how I finished. And then Irena moved close to me, and her face hung over mine.

“My dear, you were really pleased,” she whispered, “but my husband likes castrati, and I will cut your testicles next weekend.” You do not mind?

I nodded.

- Take a vacation, tell everyone that you are going to distant relatives and come, I will wait for you.

At home under the shower, I masturbated, remembering Irena's gorgeous body and her eyes. Big eyes. I smiled, I was fine ...

Drug pleasantly relaxed me. I slowly masturbate, looking at how Irena smoothly drops onto Farid's cock, how her calves tighten, how she strokes her big breasts. As the gum is then stretched, then weakened in time with the movements of her hips. As she smiles at me and with a languid gesture beckons to her. She points down with a plump finger, and I lean towards her hairless pubic, and I see her soft, moist lips moving along the smooth stem. Her hand goes down and takes out a member from a hot vagina, while the other pushes me towards him.

- Suck, - I hear her hot whisper and obey. The head rests on my palate, and I begin to diligently move up and down.

- Come here - again her voice. She moves a little further on the face of Farid. - Sit on the dick.

And here I am in front of her. She smiles at me.

“It is pleasant for you to sit on horseback,” either Irena asks, or says. Her pen goes down and gropes my testicles, - I'll cut them off for you today ...