I have unconsciousness for a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, but then I completely forgot about time.

“How long have I been chopped off?” Was my first sentence, which flew from my bitten lips with a strange, hoarse voice. I was still strung on a member that was not going to shrink.

In response, I lit up a white-toothed smile, and the giant left my bowels.

“You are very passionate,” I heard instead of answering my question.

“But you never brought you to orgasm, in spite of all your passion?” I tried to joke.

“It will take a lot more time and a different situation”, - only now the accent began to break through on the fancy letters “e” - and what I only think about after such excellent sex. But that the man left me not satisfied, it was a challenge to all my skills.

“Do you want to take advantage of me from the other side?” I said, shifting my butt to the edge of the nightstand and running my finger around the discharge that was shiny from the oil and flowing out of the pussy.

"It will be painful, very painful, but I do not want our meeting to be connected with pain," - with these words, the giant inserted an index finger into my anus first, and when it fell through the very knuckles, the middle and large fingers added to it. “You need to be cooked and, probably, not for one hour,” he said, turning a bunch of fingers either clockwise or counterclockwise.

“I am patient and ready to spend on you for as long as you like — even a day, even a week,” I said, even then I had a plan in my head with an extraordinary business trip to which the boss would send me. True, this trip will be for my husband, and for the boss I just won’t go to work for a few days, after giving me a lot of fun with me.

“Then I’m waiting for you tomorrow,” said the black giant, drawing a business card from his pocket with his free hand, while still pulling my anus with his other hand. A light kiss, a smooth release of the fingers (oh, how I didn’t want to let them go, I even began to think that I would go to the fourth orgasm, which generally happened to me no more than twice in my life), and now the giant disappeared behind the door, previously tucked into jeans and not fallen member. And for another fifteen minutes I was sitting with my feet on the washstand’s nightstand, with a dull air watching how my juices flow out of me and fall to the toilet floor with viscous drops.

As I later figured, I was not in the workplace for about forty minutes, that is, I managed to get three orgasms for some half an hour, while it is not known how much I was in the blackout.

Without changing my posture, I pulled up my handbag, pulled out my mobile phone and, dialing the phone of my boss, said: “Viktor Semenovich, I need to talk with you on a personal matter,” and without giving time for thought, I pushed back. Let him now suffer, what personal questions his not best secretary may have, but the best mistress.

I decided to give myself a week of separation - it is not known how things will turn out and how much I will have to calm my holes so that my husband does not suspect. The chief grumbled, but after a prostate massage with a throaty blowjob, he promised to cover me from everyone for a week and swung a business trip to some Mukhosransk, where he has a friend in the personnel department of the local branch of our office and they will close me in absentia.

My husband was accustomed to my sudden business trips, I don’t give him the blessing - from the beginning last night before the “trip” with a three-hour marofon, where I mostly indulged in blowjob and anal sex, referring to the beginning monthly periods, and also after the morning collection of suitcases for I called him “far” way to the bathroom and, while the children were having breakfast, asked her husband to tear me again into the back hole, so tear me off so that I had enough sensations for a week.

“You girls, you know, he’s not some kind of rokhla, I just got into a fucking bitch, and he can plant so that you can see the sky with diamonds. (Especially for eroticspace.info — seksithails.org) So he came off in full, I simulated an orgasm, and at the end of the imitation I covered the real, then my husband tried to - he managed to pinch my clit and nipple at the same time, and just for them , continued to dragon my anus until ejaculation. So I sat in a taxi a little bit upside down, mentally thanks to my husband for the additional preparation of my hole for fun days, and I had no doubt that the days would be fun. Well, how - am I tired of you? Can we skip one more? ”

“Oh, that you know how Alina, it's okay to tell,” said Lena, pouring a new batch of brandy into unexpectedly empty glasses. Her friend’s adventures brought her a little, but she didn’t talk about excitement, since from the very beginning of Alina’s story, Lena thought only about telling her friends that she didn’t know how to lie, and she really didn’t want to darken that evening with boring and bitter truth. .

“Well, Alinka, you are giving, I already soaked a little bit,” Masha joked aside. "I will go to the toilet panties correct, otherwise I can not listen to your story." Jokes are jokes, but for Masha this story turned out to be another test of endurance, since she had developed imagination and rich experience, she herself practically experienced all the orgasms described by her friend. Now pussy demanded a caress, and replacement gasket. Having retired in the bathroom, she habitually clamped the towel with her teeth and in a few minutes brought herself to the next orgasm.

“How many of them are today, 7 or 8, or maybe already a dozen passed?” Masha wondered while she sifted through all the orgasms received today, put on a new pad and straightened her slightly tousled hair. “But now I know what my friends will tell today - just about a few of today's orgasms!” - and the relatively satisfied Masha rejoined her friends to find out the end of the story.

(to be continued)

The story is an invention and the flight of my fantasy from the first to the last word, the similarity with real characters is completely random.

A year ago, I quickly gained positive feedback on [email protected], but there was no time to continue this story. Comment, scold or praise - you can this site, you can e-mail, only this can speed up the release of parts 6, 7 and 8 (as expected, as final).

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"Hi, I was waiting for you," - I stifled the quivering desire, as calmly as possible.