Chapter 10. From the first person. In someone else's apartment.

The bathroom was, to put it mildly, not quite clean and not quite tidy. Dirty jeans were lying in a corner, on them were several men's pants and a pair of women’s, with dried yellow spots, apparently from sperm. There were also several used condoms and several sealed ones. I wanted to get undressed and get under the shower, but Roman stopped me and told me to wash under the edge of the bath. For all - one minute. And he stood next to him and continued to massage soy with a baton.

I quickly washed up the front and back, leaned over the sink to rinse my face, and then I felt his finger, and then another squeezed into my bosom,

they press on the point inside from the side of the abdomen, and thousands of needles penetrate me along with endless pleasure - it pours like water from the tap, takes me somewhere up, I follow this feeling meekly, silently, I want it! Bliss ... how good these finger movements are inside the vagina! ABOUT! Not so deep!

I open my eyes and turn around - he is behind me and continues to masturbate me, with his other hand he strokes his cock, impressive, puffy, tense ... At one point Roman takes out my finger, for another instant - pulls up my skirt, pulls up my ass upward, stroking the rounded buttocks and sets them apart with two hands. I tremble in anticipation - I know what will happen next, but every movement is unexpected, it excites even more. He brings the penis straight to the dark cavity of the anus and, pressing, slowly but very slowly inserts it, squeezes him inside, as if he pulls me on his powerful penis until the very end, until the tight testicles touch the emptying vagina. I for this night have stretched my ass enough to not be afraid of pain, and the walls of the anus inside are still moistened after a shower. I do not feel pain, I am tired and passive, and therefore I allow him to do everything at his own discretion, as he pleases.

He moves sharply and deeply penetrates inside, blow after blow, squeezing the buttocks to pain, and stretching the anus with his hands. Once again, he again gets to the bottom ... His movements gain confidence, even aggressiveness, assertiveness borders on frenzy, I barely restrain a cry from how he cut himself in me, not restrained by anything - neither by my resistance nor by my own common sense . Its amplitude reaches its maximum, the piston works faster and faster in me. I have long relied only on one hand, the second - then rubbing the clitoris, then smack myself with small lips, then tickle his testicles. He encouraged me for this by inserting two fingers into the vagina, not as deep as the first time, but enough to strengthen my feelings.

I barely remembering myself, dragging off my nipples. Inside the abdomen, I feel a hot wave, scattering in concentric circles from its rigid rotating fingers all over the body - this orgasm is so strong that the legs break. And only thanks to his support, I do not fall - his strong, strong arms keep my ass on the right level. He looks, not looking up at his dick, then drowning in my body, then, huge, shiny with grease, bright-cherry, hilly, appearing outside. The spectacle captures him. He pushes it deeper and deeper, feeling that the excitement has already increased to the maximum in the testicles, and almost reduces them from languor. He needs to be discharged - and he continues to wield everything inside me, even when the sperm filled my intestines and drips out, flowing down his huge quivering eggs, through the hard curly hair covering them, on my legs ... I did not notice when everything stopped .

He exhaled loudly and silently left the bathroom, and I had to wash my face again. After a minute, he entered without a pair of pants in one shirt, holding a leather belt in his hand. It was a collar with golden metal circles along the entire length and a long leash.

Throwing an involuntary wary look at the collar, I looked at Roman inquiringly.

- You will be my slave. All that is required of you is complete obedience and readiness to bear punishment if something does not suit me in your behavior. You should stick your tender neck in this collar. Do you understand everything, bitch? - He stared into my eyes.

- Yes, I understood everything, my lord. - I lips whispered.

I knelt down and leaned over to Roman. He clicked something, and the collar opened before me, it remained only to put his neck into it. Ahead of me only the fate of the litter was waiting ... However, I had no choice. Deciding, I leaned forward and my throat felt the coolness of the leather rim. He lifted my hair from behind and snapped the thing on. Then he pulled out a box with clothespins from somewhere and put it on the sink.

“Get ready,” he smiled, clearly pleased with himself.

“Was he going to wash? ...” - I managed to think, before the clothespin clutched my nipple rather painfully. I arched from the pain, but the same fate befell the second papilla. I felt my pussy again invitingly throbbed with excitement. After that, he pulled my skirt up and for each of the genital sponges he attached two clothespins and one to the clitoris. Between the legs, everything began to glow with pain and pleasure. He raised my head by the chin and pulled it back a little to admire his work.

- Get up - Roman ordered. And I tried to get up.

“It hurts,” I whined.

- Nothing, be patient - he snapped and pulled me by the collar into the corridor. - Let's go to the room, I'll introduce you to my friends.

We went out into the corridor, and after a few steps, I realized that the clothespin squeezes the clitoris too much and creates absolutely unbearable pain.

- Can I remove the clothespin from the clitoris? - I almost howled in pain.

He looked at me and pulled hard on the leash. I again howled in pain.

- It is necessary to add "mister"! - He explained morally.

- Yes, my lord, can I take off my clothes peg? - I crouched, spreading his legs.

He thought a little, took off his clothespin and, taking me by the leash, pulled me along. The sight was quite funny, the clothes pegs prevented us from walking and with each step brought a new portion of excitement mixed with painful sensations. We walked to the room from which sad, calm music flowed.

I looked around. It was a two-room apartment, crap drunk, debauchery and other delights of student bachelor life. In the room where we entered, there was almost no furniture, just a small table near the window, on which there was a stereo and a TV with a player, an iron bed with a blanket thrown over, and an old sofa, on which a rather fat guy was sleeping and completely naked. He slept sweetly, lying on his back, a member of his large size and completely shaved, heaving up, slightly trembling at expiration. He probably dreamed of something interesting.

In the middle of the room was a table with the remnants of food and unfinished vodka. Nearby stood Alex with an empty glass and ate something. Without ceasing to chew, he looked at us and smiled.

- Oh, fuck came! Kostya, look who came to us! - He began to slow down the sleeping guy.

- Slut did not expect that today she has a lot of gentlemen! - Laughing, said Roman.

Then the fat man twisted, sat down on the sofa, and with a wild look stared in our direction. He looked at me with his icy eyes, and only then I realized that he was terribly drunk.

- On your knees, bitch. - Deaf he said.

I blushed even more, and Roman suddenly grabbed my hair and forced me to go down. I did not even try to resist and bowed my head. He stuck his foot between my legs and toes and began to play with clothespins on my lips. I squeaked from humiliation, feeling my tender ...