Hi, my name is Katya, I’m already 26 years old, and maybe I don’t know, it’s too philosophical, I’m very slim and most importantly a nice girl. I read a lot of things here, and decided to answer with my story, I will not change names, because anyway you will hardly ever recognize me and those I have met in my sometimes very turbulent life.

I work as a teacher, and a history teacher, not God knows what work, but it brings me pleasure, and since I don’t need money (rich parents), I don’t leave school.

In general, my sex life began quite primitively, at the age of 17, in the first year, or rather in the middle of it, I won’t find another word, I was overwhelmed by an undergrad in my own apartment, I didn’t like it - to say nothing about that sex, I I was raped by his tongue, afraid to move, as he had threatened me with beatings on my tender face, so I lay there, hoping that he would stop there, not stop after several attempts to break my 17-year-old chastity, he had emotions except for pain, I did not get, but ever since I hate having my pussy licked. My next husband was my next partner, a boyfriend with some notions (he was in prison for 3 years), he is not accept blowjob for him, and other perversions with the quote “a woman who will kiss my children”, because of the experience and with him I don’t plucked, although he was thrown to me by a young psychology teacher from our university, the future husband did not recognize, and the teacher was not interested in whose children I would kiss, he opened all the holes for a man on a woman’s body with me, in general I’m with such baggage I came for the first time to my first and so far individual work. I was never particularly embarrassed in clothes, I always liked to catch men's looks at myself, then I was already married, and only that my husband, a sailor, probably saved me from wearing less sexy things.

At school, they looked at it condemningly, but I basically dressed as I please, not shringing to wear a T-shirt without a bodice or a short skirt. On that memorable day to me, my experience was estimated at half a year of teaching life, I forgot about the director’s stern look at the last meeting, I put on my favorite cliché skirt, mid-thigh and white T-shirt, again on my bare body (damn tugging me), I decided not to overdo it with the panties, because the last time I was in this skirt, the boys in the control dropped the pens too often, I’ll say that it infuriated me rather than aroused, because I was never interested in this age.

But the case was ordered differently, already being late for work, I noticed a stain on them, at what was in the most intimate place, it seemed to everyone that the girl was ripe, and I was afraid of new drops in my hands again put on the thongs hanging in the bathroom, God knows not how it hides the good , but still not a stain on the hole. In general, having flown into the staff room and snatching up another glance from the head teacher for educational work, I suddenly remembered that the director should be given a report on the slice at ninth grade. I thought it was a catastrophe, because I’m hiding from him in this outfit, but here I’d have to carry it and sit and tell how everything went and whether we are ready for certification. There was nothing left to do, and I trudged over to him with a folder of papers. Sergey Viktorovich, so I called him then, was (and is) a medium-sized man of 45 years old, with graying hair at his temples and a rather large build, his fullness was hidden only by his broad shoulders, guessed under his shirt, and a very pleasant face, the face of a real man , with a strong chin and aquiline nose.

On a quivering knee, I went into the office and mumbled about a cut that he asked for, receiving in response, either a slander or a stripping look, I was completely confused and with a downcast look I started to put a folder on his desk, he silently showed me his hand on the chair opposite continuing to dig into my phone, as if I hadn’t come ,. I sit without knowing where to put myself from the hated situation, in general, while I was counting ticks at the clock, he did get to the report, and suddenly in a strange voice, he suggested, or rather ordered me to go and explain “some numbers”, almost falling off the heels I nevertheless reached his table and, without hind thoughts and front thoughts, with my hands on the table began to peer at the cut columns, it was difficult to describe what happened next, at first I felt a finger that lay exactly on my pussy, then with my second hand they took me by the hair and tilted to the fly,

while I was thinking how to break out of this unseemly pose, the hand left my tight, without modesty, I’ll tell the girl and quickly unbuckled the trouser belt and my fly, the head appeared to light, made me stop kicking for a second, it was a huge mushroom cap, the trunk of which was still hidden Sergey Viktorovich’s swimming trunks, and in the meantime the hand returned to the initial one and clutched my clitoris, which had been forgotten by men (at that time my husband had been on the flight for six months), began to drag him down roughly. Then again, in a voice that was deaf, not tolerating objections, Sergey Viktorovich asked “Do you like it, Bitch?”, At that moment I stopped kicking, my skillful fingers were doing pirouettes in my crotch, and as Sergey Viktorovich put it “Damn ripe”. I tactfully kept silent, but he did not lag behind, inserting a finger into his pussy to the full length, he repeated the question

“Bitch, I ask you, do you like my prick, do you think he is handsome?” I nodded in reply, barely holding back a moan,

"I can not hear!!!"

- Y-yes, Sergey Viktorovich, uttering almost in a whisper, nevertheless did not hold a heavy sigh from the second finger in her pussy

Sergey Viktorovich began to drive a cock over my face, the trousers slid off him and right in front of me that huge head with a less impressive trunk flashed, he mumbled something over there, obviously covering me with mats, but I already heard nothing, concentrating on it beautiful dignity, already no one was holding me by the hair and the fingers had not been wielding in my crack for a long time, and I was still on my knees and enjoying this beautiful dick at my face.

In the end, of course, I could not stand it and, as he later put it, did not boldly lick it. He began stroking my hair, saying that I always knew what a fuck I was, and that he simply didn’t get his hands on me, incredible things were happening to me, there was just a fire below, I felt that you could squeeze the panties, licked once I obviously didn’t I started frantically licking his dignity from the testicles to the head and back, he lifted my ass up and first with his hand, and then with the belt began to lash me hard on her, this led me to ecstasy, I finished publishing a long-drawn howl, finished really, probably for the first time in his life, and he continued Al lash my ass, I already put on my head with my mouth and wrapping her tongue there, enjoying her power.

Sergei pressed hard on the back of my head and she slipped into my throat, the pressure hit me in the palate when I pulled back, I did not understand swallowing sperm like sweet nectar, it was a lot, she spilled on his eggs, dropped on the leather chair under him and I did not hesitate all this quickly licked not forgetting about the barrel itself. Sergey sat back in his chair, and took off his pants with swimming trunks until the end, I myself, he did not ask me about it, began to take off his socks and unbutton his shirt. In response, not a word of gratitude for anything, just look metal and that's it.

- Pick him up, Girl.

I didn’t have to speak twice, I began to kiss his chest, stomach, licked his hips, taking off his t-shirt, rubbed his nipples on his legs and penis.And when Sergey threw his legs up, I did not have to explain what he wanted, he had hairy eggs and a cut between the buttocks in the face, frantically like a hungry bitch I started licking him there, pushing the tongue into the anus, licked the cut when he returned his feet to the original dick already stood and head seemed to me even more.

He stood up and slammed my ass slightly, tilted me into pose No. 9, I was exhausted from desire, I was impatient to feel his tearing cock in my pussy and I felt him, only pain pierced me first, the head broke my vagina, penetrating deeper, reaching until the end he stopped and began to slap me on the pope:

- Here's a bitch, for a long time I wanted your fucking hole, I didn’t know that she was so tight, did those whores have such

In theory, I should have been terribly offended, but suddenly I unconsciously spoke to the mind

- Sergey Viktorovich, fuck me, fuck your fucking, I beg you, please.

In response, tremors began to be heard, Sergey began to pump me up with his piston all the way slowly slowly pulling him back and quickly thrusting him in depth, I flew away, my ass burned under the blows, and I turned into a current bitch receiving one continuous orgasm, I was no longer curbing myself to the whole the office, asked him not to stop, to fuck me like my personal bitch, that I love him, his beautiful dick and I will want him forever. And he was gouging and pounding my pussy, the time stopped when I felt a hot jet on my ass, he took my hair and forced me to kneel down and started smearing my face with sperm, forcing me to lick my handsome man.

The picture was what is called butter, a young woman, all in sperm with a T-shirt lowered on the tummy, kneeling on her calves for some reason torn panties dangling, when he managed to tear them I can not imagine, the skirt was not wrongly wrinkled, I got a belt up to the navel, licking a fallen dick from an adult, it can be said in years of a man and cannot tear himself away. Sergei silently looked at me for a few minutes, and then again, he tore his hair off his dick and started whipping down his cheeks, so that I would come to myself, waking up a little, I saw my reflection in the mirror and reddened in shame, and he had done nothing. already almost dressed, buttoning his shirt sitting on the armchair. Of course, I ran to the mirror, promptly put my clothes in order, and everything would be fine, but the white marks of sperm on my face and the skin she's tightened said a lot, besides, he stained my shirt, hoping for understanding, I turned to him, but he already flipping through the cut, he suddenly looked up and said that I should go to my lessons and remember to pick up my clothes from the floor.

Terribly embarrassed, I retired and only in class I remembered that I didn’t have panties on, I had to urgently retreat, saying that I’ll be right there, but that day I wasn’t in school, when I arrived home, I settled down to masturbate remembering Sergey and just finished five Little. So began my real sex life in a big city. To be continued