My temple showed a swollen vein, I had to loosen my grip and move my hips back. Loss of consciousness in the performance of a new whore was not in my plans. Following a member of a trembling chin on a snow-white top poured a stream of red wine, who did not have time to completely move from the esophagus into the stomach. I did not comment on this event in any way, but Dasha, who was watching the process from the side, enchanted with enchantment:

- A-hu-et ...

Anticipating the possible consequences of my rudeness and potential disturbances on the part of Polina, I got ahead of events and added brutality to my current image. The most important thing was not to let the self-respect be restored in a brown-haired woman. There are several ways to avoid this. I chose the simplest of them. Several encouraging and at the same time intimidating slaps. Then, sticking the chin, with a further crumpling between the fingers and the threat, uttered in an angry voice:

- Sit quietly, bitch, and do not blather. If you whine, I’ll pull it out and stuff it in my mouth again, but with the witnesses, do you understand?

The frightened Polina hurriedly nodded in agreement, and I let her go with satisfaction. Then, without turning around, he extended his hand to Dasha:

- Give billet. And you, bitch English-speaking, open your mouth wide and wait. Now let's see how you have learned what you understand (this is Polina’s appeal).

The fact that the brown-haired woman will fulfill almost every whim of my doubts, even the smallest ones, was not. I knew beforehand (from the detailed correspondence it became clear) what approach to it is needed. Uncompromising, cruel, boorish. True, not here and not now I was going to use it. However, it turned out the way it was, a low bow to Dashka - “B-5”. She herself didn’t give in to such training at the beginning of our acquaintance. To her capricious nature, in due time, another key was chosen.

Dasha and before meeting me was a whore, not at all ashamed to declare it publicly. But whore, paradoxically, proud and independent (and also prudent, bitchy and mercantile, this is my personal reasoning, she does not consider herself as such). Where, with whom and how to fuck she chose. Nevertheless, I managed to explain to her that for other guys she might be who she pleases, but for me she is a whore in her pure form. Disenfranchised, immoral and accessible. Therefore, the relationship between us must be appropriate.

At first, she strongly protested, but eventually gave up, and settled in my table about whores for many years. Since then, the brunette has become available for me and a number of my friends in all possible options. At any time of the day or night. Except, as already mentioned, same-sex sex. For third-party applicants for her charms, she remained pampered, an extravagant special, ready both to “give” and “break off” strictly at her discretion.

That is how, at her discretion, she now acted, extracting a new copy for my collection. Manifested zeal, it seems, was very proud. I did all the work for me, leaving at last a few of the most pleasant strokes that I should have scribbled with my own hand in the book of the life of Polina Ilchenko, Prokhorchuk in girlhood. The lion's share of these entries, I already wrote a sweeping, remained the last. The most ornate, with a sophisticated monogram at the end.

The sense of the stroke consisted in two “blanks”, received from the hands of Dasha-minxes. These were the small pieces of toilet paper mentioned earlier. After I handed them to the brunette, she very diligently turned them into a kind of fetish item.Each of the flaps was lovingly tucked into the anus and into the vagina. The resulting lumps are extracted out and transferred to me. The process took place in the mode of demonstration, in the eyes of a bewildered by the development of events, Polina.

When I carelessly threw the paper into her solemnly opened mouth, she looked at me like a mad scientist conducting dubious scientific experience. In this regard, it would be appropriate to call her a guinea pig. But instead, she heard a different obscenity.

- Today you will be a garbage bin, urn, - I smiled sarcastically, and took a hand on the penis, shining with the saliva of the subject along with the remnants of red wine.

The second hand held Polina's chin so that her mouth was not in a hurry to close. At the same time, he pulled his head close to the crimson head. Making rhythmic movements with his fingers on a strong trunk, he doubled himself to orgasm and, throwing back his head, with a silent shudder of the body, began to pour into the open mouth of his new novice.

The batch emissions of the whitish fluid resembled light fighters shrouded by a deft air traffic controller on the runway of the B-1903 military base. In the pursuit of the four fast-moving attack aircraft from the urethra was squeezed out, and a pair of Cessna single-engine planes from among civil aviation were shaken down. Upon completion of the landing of the mixed squadron, the air traffic controller in my face blissfully fell off to the side wall and took a breath.

The waves of bliss and languishing barely subsided, I again became formidable and businesslike. Of course, to clean up, you could use toilet paper, which was on hand in abundance. But it was not interesting. In my high-level image, a different way of targeting the marathon fit in more harmoniously. I pulled the edge of Polina's soiled top, and used it instead of a linen napkin. Brazenly wrapped a limp penis in matter, and wiped it dry. The same number was cranked with a devastated scrotum and a sunken anus.

Looked at Polina, what is she? Full order. He sits humbly, with paper stuffed in his mouth. Household pulp readily absorbed part of the thick sperm, and became a dirty-brown color. Now, when I had full order in my groin, I could pull my pants up and complete the baptism of Polina. Shirting fastened intentionally for a long time, mockingly whispering with a satisfied Dashka about going to the cinema on Bekmambetovskiy "President Lincoln: Vampire Hunter" Fortunately, the cinema was located here, in the shopping center, and the sessions went one after another.

Having recovered, finally, I looked at Polina, who was in a state of fear.

- What are you sitting, dear? Chew, come on.

The brown-haired woman squinted at me in astonishment, discouraged eyes, believing, probably, that he misheard.

- Rui-Jui, I have nothing to build my eyes on.

In confirmation of the seriousness of my reckless disposition, I even helped her close her mouth and made some artificial movements with her lower jaw for her. He removed his hand - she continued to chew, although vyalenko, which is quite natural.

Wincing and choking with vomit, Polina monotonously chewed on her unsightly treat.

- You wrote that you love sperm in any form. And in the clean, and with food and drinks. But in this, we argue, never tried? "Fifth", but well, voice the name of the dessert.

“Paper waffle,” the brunette giggled slyly.

But Polina was no laughing matter. She almost cried from humiliation, but she wasn’t psychotic. Although she could spit on everything, send me to hell and leave. Nobody held her by force. The experiment was conducted on a voluntary basis. But brown hair suffered. And if she tolerated, she was at least agreeing to the conditions of the game.

Three minutes later, I told Pole to show the contents of the mouth and was pleased with the appearance of the pulp, ground into a uniform paste.

- Good. Now swallow and you can rinse your mouth, ”I said patronizingly.

With great effort, Polina took this sip. She almost vomited, but she held out.She did not deserve a separate praise for her feat from me. But Dasha patted her cheek reassuringly and asked:

“Will you go to the Lincoln with us?”

Brown-haired woman did not answer immediately. After a pause, she sullenly grunted, looking at the dirty top:

- Where am I going to go like this? ... Read more →