I was fascinated by the contrast in the behavior of Vika, when, on the one hand, she was shy and blushed like a first-grader, and on the other, she allowed such treatment as a prostitute would not have suffered. Several times, Victoria still tried to reason with me and bring me to a frank conversation in order to stop her humiliation. Her wet, velvety eyes, penetrating, trembling voice, inescapable prayer in speeches, picture wringing of graceful hands, and the behavior of the queen in exile, were able to melt the ice. Therefore, I did not allow Victoria to speak, attracting to herself, taking possession of her body, and quickly taking off her clothes ...

Her eyes rolled involuntarily, her lips began to tremble, and I, developing the offensive, and not letting her recover, fiercely played with the naked flesh of this bitch until the woman began to ooze moisture. That was enough for her to forget about everything. Her prepared speech was strayed, scattered, and turned into shameless confessions no longer of a person, but of the current pussy, which supposedly acquired the ability to talk and exorcise prolonged cries by magic:

- I, I ... I, damn ... Bitch ... I am ashamed ... I ... Damn, damn, damn ... Fucking cock sucker ... Shalawa ... Aaaaa ... Slut .. Yayaya ...

*****

On account of the social package, I paid for my employees in a fitness center. Once I found Victoria there, having received the opportunity to sneakly watch her from the side ... As in the case of Svyatosh, I saw a completely different woman, unfamiliar to me. Without me, and office colleagues who knew her status, Victoria was once again transformed from being a secret whore into a luxurious social woman ...

Sports trousers sat on it so tightly that they depicted its elastic, wide hips in all its glory, and the jacket unbuttoned on the upper buttons emphasized the female breast, in the most exciting way, ending just above the waist, and provocatively exposing the flat tanned tummy ...

As is often the case with beautiful women, Victoria is not so much involved in sports, as bathed in the rays of male attention. Twenty-year-old personal trainer Anton didn’t leave a single step from her, enjoying the opportunity to contemplate ripe female forms. It was clear that Victoria knows perfectly well what impression she makes on youngsters, like Anton, her well-groomed and mature sexuality. She used it with might and main, with the grace of an experienced puma, taking one seductive pose after another, inevitably causing excitement among the male audience of the hall ...

Apparently, the bitch strongly to young athletes, because any other woman was careful not to flirt with the coaches, bearing in mind the previous experience, because of which her marriage had collapsed in such a fatal way. For several minutes I continued to follow this flirtation, accumulating anger in myself, and giving both Victoria and her admirer an opportunity to get carried away with the game that I was destined to destroy ...

- Hello Anton. I see you train my staff. Well done.

Anton unsuspecting radiated warmth and benevolence, but Victoria, noticing me, tensed up like a string, already realizing that she could expect another surprise ...

I had no right to deceive the ladies expectations ...

- I did not know that Victoria Pavlovna works for you. She is in great shape!

- I don't let her relax. Victoria Pavlovna works at the company in a literal sense, by the sweat of her face, and all parts of the body. True, Vikusya?

Vika blushed, fluttered her long eyelashes, dropping her gaze to the floor, and reminding at that moment the innocent red cap that came to dinner to the gray wolf ...

- Yes ... Stepan Ivanovich ...

- And tell me, Anton, as a professional, do you find that our Victoria Pavlovna has over-fed her ass?

Asking this question, I with two fingers strongly pulled the gum of Victoria's pants, as if appreciating her ass ...

Waiting for my gesture to become, noticeable, and attracted the attention of not only Anton, but also other men sweating on the simulators, I let go of the gum, extracting from this a biting, savory click ...

Now Anton has turned red and ...

- No, Stepan Ivanovich ... Everything is normal ... I think ...

“Well, I don’t know, Anton ... See for yourself, otherwise I’m not sure ...”

Now I again turned to Vic, trembling, worried, and so obviously wanting to fall through the earth from shame.

The filthy and vulgar manner in which I spoke with Victoria, who was a queen of blood a minute ago, increased the absurdity and piquancy of the situation ...

- Vikusik, turn your back to Anton, and gently lower your trousers. Show him the zhopka, let him look. We need to know for sure if you have cellulite. Come on, kisul, don't be angry, daddy!

Accustomed to humiliation in the office, in her own way already adapted to them, the woman was completely unprepared for anything like that in another territory. Nevertheless, the rebellion did not happen, and she slowly turned back to Anton, escaping from my gaze, because golden, long hair fell on her chest, covering her face, and hiding shaking lips, moisturized eyes and crimson from shame, cheeks . Putting her hands on her waist, she dared, sighed heavily, and then, with a head thrown into the pool, lowered her sweat pants, showing the coach, and all those who were behind her, her big, elastic ass, covered with pink swimming trunks ...

- Anton, you do not get lost, feel. Try to touch the ass, Victoria Pavlovna.

- Come on, Stepan Ivanovich ... I already ... I see that everything is ... well ...

- Vikusik, quickly ask Anton to touch you on the ass! You do love young coaches doing this! DO NOT MAKE ME WAIT, kitty !!!

She swallowed nervously, and apparently hoping that, thanks to her obedience, the procedure would end, Victoria immediately obediently began to roar in a trembling voice:

- Anton ... Yes ... Anton ... Look ... Touch ... Please ...

Anton's huge, hardened palm timidly reached for a woman’s buttock, which in the bright light of daytime lamps, now resembled a ripe melon, and touched her, slipping on the thin fabric of underpants ...

The touch was barely perceptible, but Vika started so violently that the light fat on her ass started to move, invitingly trembling. I enjoyed the fact that now the whole hall was watching us. The grooming, style and mannerism of Victoria, did not allow to suspect in the woman an ordinary, vulgar prostitute who would be forgiven for such unexpected behavior. So, the lady of good will arranging a public erotic show, looked in the eyes of others, spoiled, perverted nymphox whore, from among those who are so condemned in society, although never mind the way to properly fuck. I saw that it was time to finish the action, otherwise Vika would begin to sob, and the hysterics at the fitness center was now superfluous.

- Anton, give me the keys to coaching, for ten minutes. We are having a straightforward conversation with Victoria Pavlovna.

Having pushed the trembling woman into a small room, I, clinging to her magnificent, golden mane, made Victoria stand on all fours. I lowered her pants and panties, leaving them hanging around ripe hips, and completely revealing the recent subject of our inspection. Shyly looking at me from the bottom up, Victoria was still lost, dumbfounded with blinking eyes, and in order to take her out of prostration, I slightly kicked the beauty with my foot. She stirred, resembling a dog, which is about to hover its tail from zeal to please its owner, crawled up close to me and pressed her lips to the released member ...

In less than two minutes, it became obvious how much Victoria herself was fascinated by the process, caressing, sucking in herself, and licking my dick like a tasty delicacy ...

Perhaps her effort was caused by the memory of past sins, when, because of her connection with a man like Anton, she lost all that ... Read more →