Erotic story

- Lenka, you can earn yourself. You see, your Andrew is sitting at the computer, and does not notice what ass, you are with him.

- Come on, Olga, what kind of work are you talking about if everyone is unemployed? I have a neighbor, a doctor of economics, sitting on unemployment benefits.

- How old is she?

- Fifty with something.

- Well, she is already for this old.

- Wait, for what, for this? - Elena asked, puzzled. - You mean prostitution?

- Well, why are you so keenly asking the question? Not prostitution, but the ability to earn money with your body.

- Olya, and you already earn some extra money. I realized it just now. That's where you got the money. And how curious are you kicking up a month?

- A hundred thousand.

- What?! A hundred thousand? And you do not lie?

Olga silently took out a purse and took a thick wad of banknotes out of it. It's almost half a million here.

- God! So you have been doing this for a long time ?!

- Not so long ago. Four, with a tail, months.

- You hit me. If you, our honor and conscience of the company, and suddenly, you earn ... spreading your legs, this ... God knows what.

- As you wish, think so, but I'm tired of starving, I'm tired of counting miserable little things in my wallet, sitting without decent clothes and cosmetics.

- And you already earned so much?

- Of course. You see, I met three guys. They are very successful in business, and they really like me, but I urgently need a partner. One they just torture me to death. Imagine, three strong, young, passionate men, for one, though healthy but the only woman? I immediately thought of you. You are my friend, you have no money and your husband completely does not notice what is going on around him. He will not even notice that you will be away for a few hours at home.

“But it will be at night.” And at night he will notice that I am not near him, ”Elena replied, giving up.

“Why should we meet at night?” After all, the guys are also married in the evening, and even more so, at night they should sleep in beds with their unsuspecting wives.

- I will not take a single one. Why should we if they have wives?

- Yes, then, stupid girl, that with their wives, they almost never see each other. In the afternoon, until late evening, they are busy, and at night their wives are already peacefully resting. And the physiology of healthy people requires detente, so they found me, or rather, I offered them my services, and now, they are happy to meet with me.

“So you still need me,” Elena said thoughtfully.

She didn’t hate to sleep with men she didn’t know. If Olya said that they are decent people and will not blackmail them, we can agree. Andrew deeply does not care where the money comes from, the main thing he needs is to eat and sit at his favorite computer, which has replaced his once beloved wife.

- Make up your mind, Lenka. There is no other chance to make good money.

- And how are they outwardly? - hesitating, she asked.

- These guys? Very pretty. Especially Roman and Maxim. Handsome. And very decent people, besides. You will not regret your decision.

- Can I try it once? And if I do not like them, go away?

- Of course you can. They will not chase you. But I am sure you will not want this.

- You think so? - Elena still hesitated.

- I'm just sure of it. When you meet these guys, you will understand what I'm talking about.

- I do not know. We'll see.

For an acquaintance, the guys arranged an evening. She liked Maxim. They drank, danced a lot. During the dance, her being was disturbed by the sensual touches of his hips. She realized that she wanted him secretly.

Dancing with her, he slowly wandered his palms around her semi-naked back. These touches worried her, forced her breath to stray. When he put his palms into the low neck of her dress on her back, he touched the tops of her buttocks with them, sensual awe shook her body.Leaning toward her burning face, he met her lips, which she had set up, and kissed her imperiously.

On the sofa in the depths of the floor of the darkened hall, Roman and Mikhail frankly caressed Olga’s beautiful, full legs. Maxim's hand was under the hem of her dress. Probably he did something with her, which made her feel as if she were exhausted, leaned back in the back of the sofa and passionately shuddered. Leaning to her face distorted by passion, Mikhail leaned to her lips and kissed him, launched his hand into the low neckline of the dress.

Noticing the darkened gaze of Elena looking at them, her partner imperiously led her into another room. Leaving with him, she looked around and saw that Mikhail was taking off her panties from Olga, who was lying on the sofa.

“They adore her,” said Maxim, noticing her gaze.

- And you?

- Not really. But it is nothing. They like it, but I like you.

- Maxim, just do not make me do anything like that, why should I be ashamed later.

- I promise you Lena. Let's agree that you have equal rights with us here. I understand the circumstances that forced you to take this step. But you, if you want, can at any time give up everything. Although it will be very annoying to me. You really like me.

- I do not know anything Maxim. But you are cute to me too.

The same music sounded in the room and they, as if later they came here, continued the dance. And again, his hands lay on her buttocks, just now, he stuck them in swimming trunks. Driving her crazy, they gently stroked the velvety skin of her buttocks. Sensing a surge of indomitable desire, she involuntarily pressed herself against him. Having lowered swimming trunks, he touched her chink inexplicably as a pulled out member. Involuntarily spreading her legs, she stood trembling all over. His cock slowly entered her.

From the side it might seem that they continue to dance, however, it was so, only it was the dance of two bodies passionately merged into a love union.

This did not last long. Catching her in his arms, he began to swing her on the penis. Hugging his arms, Elena swayed in his arms. It was so wonderful that she almost fainted from bliss.

He carried her somewhere, but she no longer noticed anything. When she came to her senses, she found herself lying on the sofa, and opposite him, Olga was blissful in the love arms of two men who were simultaneously pulling her into both holes.

Her melt somewhere gone. With a sigh of distress, she lowered the hem of her dress.

They sat and drank, and soon the trio, heated with sex, joined them.

The hands of Roman and Michael passionately stroked her naked, covered only with an evening dress, with long slits on the sides. She understood if she had gone all bad, she would have to go all the way, but now, when she was warmed up by Maxim's passionate sex, from which her thighs still trembled, their caressing touches aroused. Roman's fingers touched the swollen cusps of her crack and letting him feel herself, she spread her legs. Maksim was kissing Olga, who was suffocating with passion. She admitted to Elena that he is the most pleasant lover in this company.

Having thrust his hand into the deep neckline of her dress, Mikhail took into her hand a trembling chest with desire. Caressing her genital slit, Roman knocked her back. Having fallen backwards, she felt a dress being pulled up on her. A strong member of the man entered her suffering from the desire to vagina. Taking her, Roman suddenly turned to the side with her and immediately the second member rested against her ass. She never allowed her husband to take her in the ass, but now nobody asked about her desire.

Probably, a member of Michael was blurred ...