Lada do, just ask.

After two hours of secluded sex, we went to the people. Boris, well, purely formally, I sat in the company and disappeared somewhere. From time to time, the owner of the dacha, Peter, and both of my superiors (Gena and Yuri) laid me out in turns. In different poses, in different parts of the country. Boria never obeyed me, he never touched me in the next group of the men. But in vain, idiot, I didn’t recognize because of this how the muscles of my vagina play when I have an orgasm during public fucking. But, about these my abilities today learned master dachi - Peter, and even a number of men, who somehow me this evening raped for free.

The next day I transferred from Lucy's submission to the submission of her husband Peter. Lucy was engaged in trade. One of its stores, well, the one that was in this holiday village, slightly rose in its turnover at the expense of yesterday's auction. Now I had today and tomorrow to raise the momentum of the owner of the restaurant and hotel complex, which was owned by Peter. This complex was located not far away, near the station. I didn’t even think that I came out of the dacha, because the path from the dacha to the store had more than once been made by me in the nude. I, for the first time today, mastered me from the shop to the exit from the dacha village for myself, completely naked, though in the company of several men. But on this street people really walk and quite a lot of people, I even blushed from a few utterances that fell on me along the way.

But, finally, we left the cottage. What are you doing with me, men, I'm so completely lost shame. Thank God that at least came close to the service entrance, but still Petya led me through the entire complex in a very defiant manner and, like us, he turned me on to the show in front of all the employees of his institution, who were not a few. I was given away at the disposal of those two guys who trained me yesterday and whom I, to the heap, also gave myself to fuck.

Today I was dressed in various outfits for Brazilian dances. Trained right on the largest disco site. And so, not paying attention, that quietly was evening and quietly, the number of men with whom I passionately kissed, and embraced, and pressed into the dances, passed all sorts of reasonable chapels.

Suddenly enough for me the cabaret began. I liked the cabaret-show: cozy, dim light, a little public. Dance music gave way to solo performances by singers, parodists, magicians, etc. At first, everything worked out fine: Gennady and Peter alternately invited me to dance, then they went to the bar and drank a little. Suddenly, Petya demanded that I remove my bra. Since I was in a blouse, it did not go unnoticed; the men standing at the counter and sitting nearby looked at me with interest while I was getting rid of the bra.

We still sat on high chairs at the bar and sipped wine, often danced. Time has passed for midnight. Petya demanded that I take off my underwear. “Here, here, you don’t need to go anywhere!” - the sovereign beat me when I was about to go to the toilet. After this operation, I captured the attention of almost all men. "Thank God! It seems that another test is coming to an end, ”I thought. Alas, I hurried with the conclusions: Peter immediately invited me to the dance. Only three couples danced, so we were all in sight. In the course of the dance, Peter unzipped the zippers and zipper on the skirt, which did not slip from me just because the partner pulled me to him. As soon as Peter slightly pulled away from me, the skirt fell at my feet, and I exposed my virtues to the public, which are below the belt. In some, it caused a great surprise, in others - no less ... admiration.

The dance ended and we returned to the reception. I did not know how to proceed.As always, Lucy “rescued me”: coming up to me, she silently cut off the clasps on my blouse. Now those who did not remain indifferent to my charms from below, could admire magnificent boobs. I was in a trance ... Lena reassured me: "It remains to dance in this form one dance, rock and roll." The performance was a success: I danced in the midst of the public. Those who simply watched, those who could not believe their eyes tried to touch me ... The last chords of the dance were silenced, my solo number was over, and I noticed with horror that I was standing completely naked among strangers.

The director of the institution, Peter, is sincerely grateful to me for the free presentation that I arranged for his clients. Reports that the auction took place right during my last dance. I got one lord who is waiting for me in his apartment. He was so excited that, in spite of his solid appearance, he jammed with his paws and slapped in kisses, his hands shook from over-excitement. He led me outside. And at the same time I did not even think of covering me up with anything. Yes, and I do not get used - to appear in public naked.

On the street I had to overcome another hundred meters to get to the hotel. But it turned out to be not so simple: the driving off cars cut in a full light, klaxon or as if saluting me ... it turns out I was won by an Armenian businessman for 75 thousand rubles. I gave myself to a luxury apartment to him, and then after him and his two guards. Then I was taken by one of the guards. He could not restrain himself on the road and again captured me halfway through. But already in the absence of a chef, he suddenly appeared out of the silent rolling motion in hama-and-cattle - confusing Armenian and Russian words - he fucked me as if he was doing a single-and-too sharp impulsive movement on pushing the barbell and at the same time swearing and cursing insults . After I was satisfied, completely unceremoniously, like a piece of cloth, I pushed me into the car again.

At the gate to the dacha village. Again, I was just as suddenly transformed - at first I threw my dimensionless jacket over my naked body. Demonstratively gallantly out of the car. His jacket was covering - everything, almost to his knees. Now he is caring again and again silent. Only with a nod of my head I handed it to Lucy and wanted to retire. Lyusya stopped him with a shout and took off her jacket, handed it to the guard. The most striking metamorphosis of these impressionable Caucasians. And God bless them: the next test is sustained! I am wondering: what will they come up with next time?

And nothing special - the next day everything was repeated with almost the same accuracy. All the same with cottages brought. They dressed Brazilian carnival robes and still played it out under the wild rhythm of rock n-roll, fucked it and took it no longer to the dacha, but home. And in the holiday village and entertainment center I was so organically easy to feel naked under the gazes of a dozen completely foreign men that I completely did not realize that I had already returned to the city. Out of habit, loudly talking and laughing, she got out, as usual, completely naked from the car right outside her entrance. I didn’t even immediately realize that this is not a holiday village here ... but it was too late.

Right at the entrance, Peter and I ran into the boys, but since it was dark, I rather boldly went through them, but this time the boys felt very rudely at me very unceremoniously. I vaguely recall a picture that at the same time I blissfully protruded my breasts towards them and pressed someone motherly to my boobs and between boobs. But all the memories of the smoke, well, as it were, not with me! Feel the boys my body! Guys from the porch in which I live? I myself gave advice on how to crush boobs of the 4th size, how to twist them and how the boobs sway! Bullshit, can not be! I am now a fallen fuck for a son ?!

Apparently I was drunk and stubbed by hookah and SEX-SEX-SEX. Yes, and what kind of sex: it turns out that it was not easy for me, from the entertainment center I was crossing the road in the direction of the hotel, but I managed to fuck with the driver of that auction winner publicly already at the exit from his hotel room.True to that moment, no one was on the street. But the fuck with the driver saw a few onlookers on the go and all the employees of that hotel without exception. The girls and some of their leader - the peasant literally stood by the crowd nearby - I was at a glance to them. And now, finally, because of such publicity and because I didn’t get any orgasm in a hotel room for two hours of fucking, then here it is - ORGASM! LOOK how the driver lets me down and how he screams that I suck his dick with my muscles in my orgasm. Yes, three in the morning! Yes, it's almost morning, but still, what a demonstration thing! Wow! How many heated male-and-female views, how much obscene, how many drunken unleashed wits during these three club days! TINES-GO! How many mad dances, dances, dances, all possible drinks-dope. I decided to catch up with the missed students?

It's like a kaleidoscope of days-nights-all-in a bunch. I overlooked the fact that on Monday night it was already not far, far from the city and, on the contrary, already in the city itself ?! With all the narcotic dope, in the light, I almost gave myself up at the same time to the boys at the entrance of my own house. How did this happen? Yes figs with him: at home I just passed out.

The following story will be called:

Olga 10th part. Now the neighbor is connected.

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