Olga knocked gently on the door. Probably it was not necessary to knock, but the huge house itself inspired some kind of humility, the eyes themselves fell to the floor, revealing real Persian carpets there. A massive oak door opened. Olga knew that this was the office of the head of the family, a respectable man with a bald head and a pair of rings on thick fingers, from which it blew the nineties. Now, at his invitation, Olga will teach English to his son, Oleg, who was now waiting for her in his father’s office. She expected to see a diminished copy of her father, but Oleg was surprisingly little like his father, only probably the tenacious gaze was like his father's, only his eyes were not at all swollen by zenks, but rather expressive hazel framed with thick eyelashes, in which a light jumped still waters ... "

- Hello, - Olga said, not looking up from those eyes.

“Hello, that's how it should be,” Oleg said crookedly, smiling, holding his narrow palm with long fingers along the edge of a huge table covered with green cloth, and sat down in a huge leather chair.

- I'm sorry, what? - Olga was taken aback.

- Here, it is already better, at least on "You." I am Oleg, and now you will teach me, but rather, you will show what you know.

- Yes, but ...

- No “buts” while you're in this house - I set the rules. I know English perfectly, thanks to the American school since ten years. I do not think that in this you can surprise me with something. But in the other you can definitely, for some reason I am sure.

- I do not understand...

“C'mon, you didn't understand why you were received, and not the fat one from the University of Peoples Friendship?” I do not flatter myself, she understands more in English than you.

- This is outrageous, I ...

- This is life, even though I know her a little. Do not worry, double fee and excellent recommendations are provided to you. All you need to do is just listen to me and not ask stupid questions.

- What do you allow yourself!

- That allows my pampered and fatherly money. Now you will walk here from that corner to me to the table, try to be nice, and for me to see it.

- But ...

- No “but”! - steel flashed in brown eyes, - or would I rather call Pavlush, what is sitting on the checkpoint? I think of you will immediately come to life.

Understanding nothing, Olga, in a whirlwind of thoughts in her head, submitted to these demanding eyes and sharp voice. In the end - just walk. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) She put a heavy bag with books on the nearest chair, straightened a strand of dark red hair behind her ear and slowly walked into a corner. Oleg was still in the chair watching her, tapping some rhythm with his fingers.

- So, well done. Now to me. Well, - his fingers entwined in front of him on the table so that his knuckles turned white, - now take off your jacket. Own, of course.

Olga turned white from such impudence, but something elusive in the tone of this little bastard forced her to obey and humbly remove her jacket. Looking around and not noticing where to hang it, she put it directly on the carpet in front of her, after which she froze in some kind of stupor with a pillar in the middle of the cabinet.

- A good blouse, everything is visible, but next time come immediately without a bra. Now skirt, slowly so that I like it.

- What's happening? - only Olga could mumble. Inside her, against her will, a wave of this appreciative look and imperious voice was rising.

- What you deserve, isn't it? You're just a beautiful little thing, what else to do with you? Skirt, do not forget.

Olga unzipped her black skirt and slowly stepped over her closer to the table.

- A good figure, Dad understands something else. Come on, turn around and bend over, lower down.

Olga fulfilled and this. My heart sank as mad, she was all flushed, so it became difficult to breathe.

- Wow, good. Unbutton your blouse, but don't take it off. So. Now undo the bra. Good. They are great without him, right? You probably often admire them in the mirror, very few people get these, right?

- What the...

- Answer! Often?

- Not often, but it happened.

- You see. Now cowards, to the knees. So. Well done that I shaved, I do not like thickets. Now play with her, you slut, do you like it when they call you that?

Olga said nothing. Her fingers, under some kind of hypnosis, slipped between her legs. She really liked it when he called her a whore, nobody used to let this happen to her.

- Now come to me here. No, right here! - Oleg spun in his chair and now eagerly looked at her from a distance of a step. Olga saw how under the pants is a rather large penis for such a thin boy.

- Loosen your pants. Do not worry, he does not bite. Like? Answer me.

- Yes.

- Well, fine. On the knees down, I beg you. Good. Remember, get used to, you still often meet with him. And the other hand you do not remove from your chaps, no. So. Does it excites you?

- Yes...

- I knew as soon as you came here. This slut in the form of teachers, class. Well, frozen, lick it, come on. Voooot, good girl. Come on, lean on the table. Oh, you're all wet, not bad. Jerk it off Like?

“Yes ...” Olga said already hoarsely. His dexterous fingers slid easily inside her, from all this he felt dizzy and all thoughts were gone.

- Let's leave Blowjob for sweets, but for now, put your stomach on the table, so, - Oleg said crookedly again, smiling, stroking her ass. He easily held a member of her face and Olga quietly got a bed, so suddenly it was, closing her eyes, she waited. I waited. I waited. But he seemed to mock her, when suddenly he abruptly entered it to its full length, so Olga screamed and left fingerprints on the table cloth.

- How narrow you are. I love these. Do you have someone? - already with a grunt in his voice, he asked.

- There was, but not now ...

- It is clear, it is good. Like?

- Yes...

- And so? - he slapped her on the ass, never ceasing to move.

- Yes...

- What an obedient slut, I like. Well, at least I fuck you, since no one is fucking now. Oh, yes, you are already pushing me, so like my dick?

- Yes...

He put his hands on her shoulder soybeans and with each movement he put her deeper. Breast jumped under the unbuttoned blouse, nipples rubbed on the fabric and it brought Olga into a frenzy. Oleg was silent and already only deaf moans were heard in the office. He already just fucked her like a car, pressing one hand to the table, and two fingers of the other roughly held her mouth.

- How do you like it?

- Yeah ...

“And this is only two fingers, my dick will be thicker,” he almost snarled, feeling how she was all bent under him. Olga almost screamed, the waves covered her one by one, when suddenly he turned her around, sat her down on her knees, and shoved her cock roughly into her mouth, she coughed, but that did not stop him. Both hands firmly held her head, and a member reached her throat, so that her lips touched his eggs. Olga almost could not breathe, tears flowed from her eyes, when suddenly he growled and began to spew thick sperm out of himself, leaving her no choice but to swallow.

- Oh, you kept well ... Lick clean ... Ok ... Thank you, teacher ...