Slowly I looked around. It was a UAZ, like a policeman. At the wheel sat the guy in military uniform, it seems, a soldier. Next to him is another one, also in shape. I tried to sit down. They heard a stir, and the one sitting next to the driver turned around.

- Got there? - He looked at my breasts, then looked at the legs. - You have nice legs, bitch. Any expensive to see. Hey, Kurdyumov, find somewhere water, let this damn fool.

- Comrade Sergeant, so it is possible in part in the garage. - The driver suggested.

- You, daddy, understood what I said? - The sergeant exploded. - If they see such a demob, they fuck me in the ass. And you for the company.

- I have water in the bottles.

“Okay,” he nodded, “stop somewhere.”

- Where are you taking me? - I could not stand it.

- Where are we taking? - Asked the sergeant and grinned. - Fuck you carry, slut. Demob asked. The cops sold you, so you will work it out. And do not try to rip, you will serve us to the fullest, but you pick up and kill you fuck!

I realized that my adventures were not over yet. Now some soldiers. Cops damn! Not only did they use it, they sold it to soldiers too. And Tanya, what's with Tanya?

“Guys, let me go,” I whimpered mournfully. - I'll give you money.

- What is your money! - The driver gave a voice. - Fuck and ass - that's your money!

- Boys, I'll suck you, let me go!

- Suck off? - Asked the sergeant, turning to me. Finally it dawned on him.

- And it is right! Come on, Kurdum, stop.

The sergeant moved to my back seat and immediately climbed to my crack. I squeezed my legs.

- Spread your legs, bitch! - He ran his hand between his legs. - Look, Kurdum, what a neat pussy. Probably shaved today. - And immediately stuck his finger in me. I screamed.

- I love shaved and in stockings! Go!

He spread his legs even wider and thrust two fingers into my crotch. For several minutes he crawled there with them, then grabbed my hair and pressed my head to his fly. I got his dick. He was already tensed and was waiting for his hour. Opening his mouth wide, I swallowed the head, but the sergeant shoved the polite in the mouth with a sharp push — I almost choked.

- What a bitch, did not suck such clubs? I will teach you now, thanks again.

With each push the member entered deeper and deeper. Holding my breath, I took it and began to move towards it myself. The member entered right into the throat, each time faster and deeper. The sergeant stiffened and finished in a second. A jet of hot sperm hit her throat. She was so much that I almost choked.

- Swallow bitch! All swallow until a drop, and then choke on the dick! - shouted the sergeant.

I already understood this and, without his pointer, I began swallowing sperm in quick sips. Excess fluid began to flow into the corners of my lips on my chin.

“Okay,” he smiled blissfully, holding my head. - Good girl, now suck a little more while he is firm. Suck on it!

I was madly glad to have a breath of air. After that, he just put the dick in my mouth and stopped moving himself. I sucked him, diligently working tongue and trying in every way to please the sergeant. Finally, he rolled a fallen cock across my lips, smearing the remnants of sperm on the cheeks and chin.

I still had hope that they would let me go, but when he ordered me to stop at the night stand with all kinds of nonsense and sent Kurdyumov to buy me new stockings, hope finally collapsed, and I found some kind of indifference to what was happening.

- Here, I asked for more! - A joyful soldier handed the package to the sergeant. - Dear bitch.

From the kiosk in our direction looked with interest the saleswoman.

- Guys, can you vodka or something?

The sergeant looked at me and got out of the car.Do not hesitate saleswoman, he stuffed an already languid member into his pants and buttoned up.

- And do you have any kind of thread a little skirt? Cheaper only. And then my sister lost her disco. There is nothing to go home.

- What size?

- Yes, dick knows it. Hey, get out of the car! - He shouted to me.

I left. The saleswoman's eyes widened at my sight.

- I'll find something. Maybe you need condoms?

- Maybe they need it. Kurdyum, come on, go. Vodka, take three bottles and lipstick brighter! Gray loves - he remembered.

The soldier counted out the money and took the package.

- Sister take care! - the saleswoman shouted in an unctuous voice at last.

“Fuck you,” the sergeant growled softly, climbing into the front seat. - Let’s come on!

Kurdyumov held out the money, and the sergeant stuffed it in his pocket.

- O-oh, for a long time you have to work out clothes! - He grinned and threw me a bag with stockings and bundles. - So it is. Now you will wash and dress all this. And I warn you, without tricks, I understand on x? - Suddenly he screamed.

I silently nodded, they say, I understood, where is more intelligent! I will dress like the last fucking and be me, poor, fuck in all holes until the morning. Although I have become a whore for a long time this night. How is it there, can you stand a company of soldiers? I smiled to myself. Narkakala, fool! But since violence is inevitable, you need to relax and get maximum pleasure from it!

- Let's go, Kurdum, I will tell you where to stay.

The car slowly drove through the night city. In some nook and cranny sergeant ordered to stop. We went out. The driver firmly held me by the waist so as not to run away, and kept so that his hand constantly jumped off my vagina, and the sergeant watered me from the backstage. Somehow I washed, washed my crack from the remnants of Cop sperm, then moved on to wash my ass. It was more difficult here, because Kurdyumov was always trying to stick his finger in the crotch. Stockings I unfastened and took off. They were in the holes and it is amazing how they didn’t creep away at all. I threw them aside, but for some reason Kurdyumov picked it up and put it in my pocket. Fetishist fucking!

When the wash was over, the sergeant told me to put on a “new outfit.” Stockings were really good - VOGUE, at least not cheap. I don’t know whether the driver understood them or not, but they were just for the belt, without the elastic, black and looked very erotic on the slender legs. The skirt was splashed, of a dark color from an incomprehensible material, besides it was too short, probably teenage. She barely covered my pussy, and ass, as if was half-hidden. The saleswoman, bitch, knew for what purposes and to whom she was bought. The sergeant walked around me and snapped his tongue. He obviously liked everything.

- You hold her tight! - He nouskivat soldier. - Run away, he lay down under demobels! - He's neighing. - And what an idea!

- What are you, what! - Pale Kurdumov. “She won't run away!”

- Okay, let's go!

They let me go and told me to go to the car. And then I tried to escape. I only had five or six meters. Further - as in a lousy action movie: Kurdyumov grabbed my arm, punch in the stomach, in the face - and I was already crouching and gasping, lying in the grass.

- Oh, you bitch! - He hissed over me. - One more time you will have fun, tear to pieces!

“He really doesn’t want to go under demobbles,” I thought cheerfully. I suddenly felt ridiculous, and for my laughter I paid with a new kick on the bottom. I screamed. Kurdyumov squeezed my mouth and pulled me to the car. A sergeant rushed to help him .... Read more →