1. OLGA. Part One. SUNDAY. Played cards.

My old friends (married couples Gena with Lena and Petya with Lucy) invited me to a “picnic”, in connection with the fact that yesterday Gena was appointed and. about. head of finance department. And at the same time, it really coincided that yesterday I spent my husband and son on a 40-day vacation, and they drove away far beyond Baikal, into the taiga. After a good meal and a drink, they decided to play poker together. We agreed on the conditions of the game in advance: so that the losers did not suffer materially, the maximum rate should not exceed two hundred rubles. That evening I had no luck: fifty rubles remained on my hands when the right card went.

To continue the game, I had to lend a hundred rubles. As soon as I just said this, Lena exclaimed: “This is out of the question! We did not agree. " Then, after a short pause with an ambiguous smile, she added: “If you are so confident in yourself, you can put your pants on the line.” I shouldn't have paid attention to the cue - Helen drank too much, or maybe got into the excitement of the game, but I wanted to recoup, and despite the girlfriend’s tone, in which I could solve the obvious catch, I replied that I was ready for any conditions. Overcoming embarrassment (in the fourth decade still embarrassed as a schoolgirl), pulled off ultramarine panties under the table and solemnly laid them next to a bunch of banknotes. You probably shouldn't say that after my demarche the game became noticeably livelier, and Helen looked at me with a lustful look.

The game went on. Petya and Lucy lost, I stayed with my interest, but I had nothing to pay. “I no longer play,” I said, “I have nothing to bet on.” Smiling enigmatically, Lena says: “It’s a pity you went to play! If the respected public does not object, I add an additional condition to the game: you put the rest of the clothes on the line. Win - of course, all yours. You lose - you fulfill all our wishes. Is it going? ”I began to object. Those present began to persuade me, persuading me that I would definitely win. She resisted, as she could, but the company was noisy, indignant: how, they say, this is so, we made an exception to the rule, but she does not want to continue. In the end, I agreed ... and lost outright. What started here!

You would have thought that they won everything except me. When the general hubbub of a little verse, Lena, with a sugary snake voice, said: “Come on, old woman, take off your clothes naked!” I tried to beg, asked to have pity on me and release me from such a test. But you had to see this audience: everything was in vain. With great reluctance, she perched on the table (such was the first wish expressed by Lena’s husband) and with shaking hands with tears in her eyes began to unbutton her blouse. The excitement of the audience grew. Remained in a skirt and bra. Recent poker partners applauded vigorously, shouting in chorus: “Dogol! DOGOL! ”She took off her bra, exposing a rather massive chest, intending to stop at this further striptease. But the audience went on a rampage: “Skirt! Skirt! Down with the skirt! ”Finally, Petya unzipped the zipper from behind, and the skirt fell at my feet.

I stand completely naked, on the table, and around - four crazy, jumping and screaming. I was very ashamed, although I was always proud of my body. At their request, I, as a mannequin on the catwalk, turned around my axis several times, demonstrating to whom charms and virtues, to whom they were flawed. When the "show" finally ended, and you had to dress, I suddenly noticed that my clothes were gone. To my question, Elena answered that the loser is a loser and neither money nor anything else is returned to him. Consequently, if I lost my clothes, then I’ll have to go back home in Eve’s costume.

This perspective did not suit me at all: I mentally imagined the upcoming route and burst into tears.From the suburban village, to the station, where you need to take the train and then move around the city! But as? Naked? Once again she began to beg everyone to stop playing the stupid game and return the clothes to me, plaintively reading about there, that I not only squandered all the money, but also turned out to be naked in the literal sense of the word. “Well, well,” Pyotr broke the silence, “I make a suggestion: we will give a sarafan in which you will reach the house, but on the condition that you are posing now naked in front of the camera during fucking. Peter takes four pictures, which you then “buy back” by doing one of our wishes for each photographic print. Agreed? ”

Of course, I understood that it was a trap, their “wishes” could be worse than putting me on the street in which my mother had given birth. But I had no choice, and I agreed. I haven’t had a man for a long time, and with passion I began to give myself and just as passionately pose while fucking in front of the camera!

And although there were two men, but I remained unsatisfied, even after each of their men drank at me a couple of times, because whenever I approached orgasm, flashes from cameras flashed and I was unceremoniously rearranged into another silly posture. Each shot tried to do so that it would be visible, as members are included in each of my hole! In an unexpected way, the orgy stopped, and I was handed a sarafan.

Lord, why didn't I ask to show a sarafan before the beginning of the orgy? This sarafan was sewn onto a teenage girl and he barely covered my butt along the length, exposing the entire length of my bare and plump legs. The cut was such that after the bottom buttons the hems were sexually divorced in different directions. And even with the bottom button closed, you can see in which panties the lady will be, and under the sundress under the conditions I must be naked. The top button hardly allowed me to squeeze my fourth-size breasts into the sundress with difficulty. The dress itself was sewn under the buffer of the 2nd size.

And two tiny straps that were on their shoulders were fastened with velcro, which were badly stitched. I did not want to dress in this sundress, and at the same time passionately wanted to continue fucking, well, at least to orgasm. I felt an animal passion for the first time in my life because I was forced to look at the camera while I was fucking and for the first time in my life I felt the pleasure from the looks of men who want to fuck me. The very lustful gaze of men and the very opportunity to look at their lustful words — how excited I am from this !!! I defiled several times between the dressing men, showing myself how I looked, if I didn’t fasten the bottom button (the hems were divorced in different directions right up to the navel) and how the breasts immediately fell out as soon as I unhooked the top button. Everyone gave out indecent replicas especially about how the juice from my pussy flows down my thighs. When I unbuttoned the last, third, central button, the sarafan didn't hold onto the straps.

The locks immediately disintegrated and the sarafan itself, with lightning speed, was carried away by the breeze, leaving me completely naked. I resolutely demanded my clothes, because I said that I was afraid to walk in my sundress on my entrance to my fifth floor. A gaggle of local boys and girls sit on the second and third floors with guitars every evening ... I was then offered the last time to play cards and had already decided this way - if I won, they would give me clothes, I won’t win, then I would fulfill the terms of the contract. And we enthusiastically began to write a contract.

It turned out like this: for 40 days I fall into sexual slavery. Because after 40 days my husband and son will return from vacation. 10 days for each of the participants in today's orgy. Every day I leave home for work or to another place in this sundress dressed on a naked body! And during the day, by order of the gentleman, anywhere, at any time, I surrender to the man whom my lord will tell me. The first gentleman appointed Gena. Gennady is my fellow worker, but he works as an assistant deputy. gene. Director of Finance. I work as a simple employee of the financial and analytical department. Gennady and his wife ...