- Irka! What are you worth? Go wash the floor quickly in the back!

- Irka! Get faster over the counter! Sellers can not cope, already a turn has gathered!

- Irka! Vaska got drunk again, help the loaders!

Approximately in such rhythm passed its each working day.

“Irka, do this, Irka, do it! Quickly! Faster! Come on! ”

She was accustomed to such treatment, did not take offense, quickly carried out what was demanded of her. Perhaps because of low self-esteem, fear of conflicting with anyone, or simply not wanting to lose a job.

But she is no longer “Irka”, but rather Irina V. - a mature thirty-eight-year-old woman who deserves a much more respectful attitude towards herself. A simple, lonely “migrant worker” from the provinces, sticking day and night in a large metropolitan store and despite this

still quite pretty in her years, charming, besides slim, and sexy.

Just not everyone notices it ...

And she wants it so much! I would like to be noticed, appreciated it, beauty that is beginning to fade, took advantage, finally, to be honest!

The only one who “appreciated” her in dignity was Vaska-porter, the very one for whom Irka often had to “take the rap” in unloading.

This half-drunk creature kept trying to “pinch” Irka in a half-box, and he almost always succeeded. He seemed to feel when she was there alone and took her by surprise for cleaning.

So this time Irka was “treacherously” “captured” while washing the floor under a large cutting table in the most unambiguous position, namely, on all fours with a wet rag in her hands.

Vaska densely “populated” the helpless woman from behind and from above so that he almost completely deprived her of her freedom of action. Irka resisted unsuccessfully, but as always she was weak and doomed, as if for appearances, knowing full well that Vaska still “touches” her wherever he wants.

This time, it was not the only “touching off”.

- That's because grabbed, bastard! - Irka whispered chokedly, - Do not rustle!

Vaska, breathing hotly with the wine exhaust in the back of the "victim" who was bowed under him, crushed her tender breasts with a feeling, unhurriedly unhooked the buttons of her work coat.

- What are you, drunk! - Irka was indignant, fluttering in the iron arms of the porter, - Quite right or what? !!

- Come on, - quietly growled in her ear Vaska, - You don't have anybody, you walk, neither to yourself nor to people ...

- Here, you bastard! - Irka thought to herself, - Already between my legs I climbed ... Drunk, but he knows his business, brute!

Stretching Irina's legs apart, Vaska stroked and rubbed her belly and soft bosom with a big hard palm ...

Irka slightly weakened, limp ...

Sensing this, Vaska gently pulled up the completely unbuttoned Irkin robe, and a thin shirt. Her delicious ass, covered with white panties, seductively heaved up, because Irka was still on all fours.

- Oh what does, bastard! - she thought feverishly, - She got out everywhere, shameless! Right now, insert!

Vaska selflessly caressed Irkin's crotch, which became accessible from all sides, and in front and behind, “in passing” stroked her thighs, buttocks.

Irka almost gave up, her panties were mock treacherously

- Shameless! Shameless! - she repeated to herself, - What is doing! Well, how! Probably give ... Gad! Right now, ladies! ...

Vaska pulled off her panties, a robe, a shirt, a bra ...

- I'm naked! Right now, he told me ...!

Wet, soft labia lips squeezed, letting a member into his depth of pleasant sizes, Irka gasped and strung with pleasure on him.

Bored of male affection, Irka gladly gave herself to a drunken porter, forgetting all the insults for a while.

- Well, now, that's all ... I got the same, drunk ... Ah-ah!

Things went swimmingly". Leaning on Irkina’s back, Vaska clasped both her breasts with large, warm palms, and shaking them, rhythmically entered her, experiencing a really “animal” pleasure.

Even Irka herself, although she did not surrender of her own will, however, did not even try to hide the pleasure she received, pierced by a powerful Vaska "tool."

A blissful denouement was coming, the "lovers" often breathed, rhythmically moving towards each other.

Feeling the imminent approach of orgasm, Irka involuntarily bent her back like a cat, preparing to experience heavenly bliss, but ...

Vaskin member, constantly moving inside her womb, suddenly inexplicably began to quickly grow in size, and in all three dimensions. In a few seconds, he acquired the size of a liter plastic bottle!

In this monstrous size member continued to move intensively inside the Irkina vagina, and oddly enough, did not cause her pain. On the contrary, a woman experienced such a pleasure that she had never experienced with any man.

She felt that her pelvic bones were easily distributed to the sides, and the tender fleshy walls and lips of the vagina formed a large, warm, moist, elastic entrance for the "monster member." Someone, very big and hot, easily pulled her from the floor and “took it out” from under the table, without stopping standing behind her, to thrust into her enlarged bosom the “miracle member”.

- What is it?!! Who is it in me? !! - Irka was horrified, continuously sliding along the member back and forth, back and forth, continuing, meanwhile, to experience ever-growing pleasure.

Turning her head back, she saw something that horrified her for a moment.

Instead of Vaska, who had disappeared from the back room of the unknown, she was given to a huge human-like creature with delicate pink skin, muscular and completely devoid of any kind of vegetation on the body and head.

It is clear that it was a male, with huge blue eyes, having looked into them, Irka immediately calmed down, having read in them only infinite passion and desire to continue the intercourse so pleasant to both of them.

He could have been called simply a huge man, about two and a half meters tall, with a member that looked like a liter mineral water bottle, if not for his four arms, constantly scurrying about his naked Irkine body. More precisely, only two huge palms of the “monster” caressed and felt Irka, and the other two of the four, tirelessly and intensively “stuck” her onto a huge penis.

- Ahhh! Ahhh! - Stonala Irka, twisting on the penis. On her legs from the open bosom abundantly in trickles flowed "love" moisture, warm, thick, lubricating the whole accelerating movement of the "live piston" into the vagina.

It was breathtakingly pleasant. Irka forgot about everything in the world, all her feelings were concentrated inside the abdomen, where the huge warm head gently and resiliently poked somewhere in the chest.

At times, she fell into a blissful oblivion, shaken by another orgasm, moaning loudly, and surrendered, surrendered, surrendered ...

Experiencing extraordinary pleasure, Irka finally “flew away” somewhere. Probably in paradise.

However, I had to wake up on the ground.

Opening her eyes, Irka did not immediately realize that she was in the same back room, where she first gave herself to the porter Vaska, and then this “monster” appeared ...

- Is it a dream, or was it really? - she asked herself, not finding yet an answer. Warm waves of the experienced pleasure still “walked” in the whole body.

- So it was.

Irka finally came to her senses. She was still completely naked, lying on the floor in a large pool of white thick liquid, the remnants of which still flowed from her womb. The very same bosom was unnaturally large and opened so that it was easy to put a palm into it. The hips as on the hinges have moved in different directions, thus ensuring a wide entry into the vagina, significantly increasing the roundness ...