The woman was breathing heavily, scattering her legs. She opened her eyes. The room was empty. No hint of the presence of Alexis or any other man. Anna slowly pulled a dildo out of her pussy. It was as if from a distance she realized that she had just experienced the most powerful orgasm in her life. She brought her lover up to her face, looked at him with some respect, and, kissing the head, lay on her side, hugging the dildo.

The next day, Anton Veniaminovich made a compliment to Anna. For the first time in the last six months. Just because the woman gave him a smile. Also by the way the first time since left alone. Anya even took part in a conversation with her old girlfriends. Glancing at Alexey. But the guy did not file any attempts to approach. Yes, and did not seem to tell anyone about what he saw in the sex shop. And Anna calmed down. The head has become easier. Although not quite. She still did not make up and did not look after herself, only began to smile.

But this joy was not long. Only a few days passed, as the desire began to accumulate in the lower abdomen. And the head was filled with vulgar thoughts. Anya began to think that her friends were whispering about her behind her back. Alexey points his finger at her and, laughing, discusses with colleagues. But Anna did not feel any indignation. Only excitement. And in shorts it became more and more wet from each look of Alexey or Svetka's friend. In constant arousal two days passed.

A week later, in the evening, Anya after a shower emptied a glass of whiskey on duty. And dimming the light in the apartment, I went to the bedroom. Dropped a bathrobe at the entrance to the room. With a flying gait, she went to the bollard and took out her new lover from the drawer. She stroked his trunk, passionately kissed the head, leaving a thick saliva on it. And sitting comfortably in bed, gently inserted a dildo in a wet hole. And again closing her eyes, she felt the presence of Alexei. But he was already bored by the woman ... the enjoyment did not come until Sveta appeared in the room. The young brunette stood licking her scarlet lips, her nipples piercing a thin blouse. Hips tight. And Alexey got an excited member and began to drive his hand. A few minutes later, with a loud, drawn-out moan, Anna again fell into the abyss of orgasm.

The woman, smiling, lay peacefully on the bed. It even seemed to her that this time was more powerful. She took out a handkerchief from the nightstand, wiped her lover clean and put it on her husband's empty pillow. Turning on the left side, sweetly fell asleep.

And in the morning she gave her colleagues a warm smile again. And the fall began. Mental and carnal tranquility lasted less than a week. Dildo firmly took place on the marital bed, on the empty pillow for several months, reliably performing the functions of a reliable lover. And each time the number of "present" in the bedroom of Anna grew. One Alex, even with Svetka, did not give the woman pleasure. The next time there were five of them. Anna, Alexey, Sveta and two more friends. Then a dozen - added Alexey's friends. Anna moaned, screamed. She called the "observers" to watch without stopping, asked for "more" and squirmed like a nympho. And the duration of quiet days rapidly decreased. At work, Anya became dispersed, circles under her eyes added to her usual pallor. I fell asleep in the workplace. Anton Veniaminovich even worried "Did she not get sick?" Sometimes in the morning Anna even smelled of alcohol.

Two months later, Anna, having come from work, dropped her gray jacket right in the hallway. Quickly I went into the bath and, after washing my tired body after work, without even wiping myself, completely naked, I took a bottle of whiskey from the bar. Filled a glass, drank in one gulp. Frowned. I noticed that the curtains in the hall are not tightly covered.And fearing that her neighbors could see her nudity, she was about to close their fabric. But ... she changed her mind and spread the curtains wide apart. She grinned, posing before the night city and the windows burning in the dark. Filled and drained another glass. And a graceful gait went into the bedroom.

There, in the twilight - the room was lit only by the light of the night city from a window covered with curtains - everyone was waiting for it. Alexey with a protruding member hugged half-naked Svetka. Her friends and his friends almost caressed each other. And about a dozen employees and employees. Even the cleaning ladies and the guards. Even the night watchman Mihalych. And at the head of the observers stood Anton Veniaminovich. When he saw Anna, he slowly pulled out his fat cock and began to readily steadily.

Anna began to flow, gracefully wagging her hips, reached the bed. And she climbed on her standing on all fours, showing everyone her elastic, gorgeous ass. Took a dildo from the pillow. Significantly took it in the mouth, to the very handle. Passionately sucked, leaving a thick saliva on the toy. And lay her breast on the silk sheet. Slowly introduced the phallus into a thirsty, burning hot pussy. Anna no longer closed her eyes. On the contrary, she looked around, catching the eyes of the employees on herself, trying to see their lustful looks. She saw them all, for it did not even need to look around. Dildo, with a gradually increasing speed, squishing, rammed the female bosom. Anya moaned, pierced by the lightning of her orgasm, and her mind plummeted into the maelstrom of ecstasy. She disappeared around the room, lit candles in the dark. Only colleagues stayed around. Excited men and women who caressed each other and had sex without taking their eyes off Anna. And only Anton Veniaminovich stood alone, rubbing his strong member with his hand.

Anya began to move the phallus more violently, completely reaching out to force her into her bosom. It seemed as if the latex head rammed her uterus. Once again, taking out a toy from the vagina, Anna did not have time to introduce it again, as a member burst into her virgin ass. Anya screamed more from pleasure than from pain. The body was relaxed, and the anus did not resist. And the feelings were so aggravated by the excitement that this absolutely new sensation blew up her mind with a violent orgasm, and he was in no hurry to finish.

The member penetrated to half and began to move, each time penetrating deeper and deeper. Here he filled the entire female ass. Anna was sure that it was Anton Veniaminovich. Only his dick could pull her hole, fill all her space. And having looked behind her back, the woman was not surprised to see the roaring chief, roughly pecking her strong ass. The woman screamed, huddled up in convulsions of an endless orgasm. And colleagues, all already naked and hot with an orgy, surrounded Anya. The men stepped forward and began to groan in a chorus to pour streams of sperm onto her trembling body, they finished everywhere: on the hair, on the face, on the back, on the ass and on the feet. Hot sperm seemed to evaporate from her skin, so Anna's flesh was hot. After a powerful blow from behind — it seemed to Anya that the director’s member penetrated her stomach — Anton Veniaminovich also pulled the phallus out of the tight ringlets and was rapidly discharged between the elastic buttocks. Anna did not scream anymore, she was sobbing and shaking from a prolonged orgasm, which seemed to her eternity, and the next moment her consciousness fell into darkness.

Anya woke up only in the morning. She lay there all night, on her tummy with her butt tucked up. The swollen anus has already closed and only a slight burning sensation, and the reddened little ring spoke of anal defloration. Between the spread legs of the woman lay the hero-lover. Anna stretched like a cat. The last orgasm still reigned in her head a ghost of euphoria. Anna gratefully kissed the artificial member and thanked for the good work. Laughing, she carried the "friend" into the shower, where she first washed him, and only then herself. And even had breakfast in the kitchen, putting the phallus on the table. Talked to him. Laughing, offered to drink tea or try pancakes. Winking, offered to drink whiskey.And when a member refused, smiling playfully, she said she would drink alone. And in one gulp drained a glass of Scottish alcohol. And then she grabbed the lover from the table and hugged her tightly, carried her into the bedroom, where she returned it to the pillow, covering it with a blanket so as not to freeze. Then, shining with happiness, I went to work.

In this state, Anna has never been seen. And no one else too. Anton Veniaminovich, though he was known as a kind man, but the boss was strict. Therefore, drunk to come to work, no one dared. Complaints about the smell of alcohol from Ani director received a long time. But he himself felt something was wrong only that day, when he ran into a woman in the corridor. Anton Veniaminovich was already going to express all his indignation, but Anya smiled so sweetly and on her pale cheeks for once, a lively blush came on that the head crushed her indignation, smiling back. I just thought to myself “this time I forgive ... hard for the poor thing - it fell through”. And everything would be great if the next day, Anna again did not come to work well. Here the boss did not tolerate. Having called the subordinate to the office, he in a restrained form, but very intelligibly told Anna off.

When the woman entered, some hope filled her eyes. But under the words of Anton Veniaminovich, hope gave way to surprise, then disappointment, and, finally, not only melancholy, not melancholy. Almost crying, Anya retired to her workplace, leaving her boss slightly upset - so many times he tried to help Anna return to life, and here, perhaps, he ruined everything himself.

But Anna and the next day came with the smell of alcohol. Yes, and late for half an hour. Anton Veniaminovich met her at the entrance and, sensing the smell, looked sternly into the employee's red eyes. Anya sobbed and, barely holding back tears, ran into the dressing room. The chief shook his head and went about his business, realizing with regret that it could not continue like this — Anya would have to be fired.

After Anton Veniaminovich reprimanded Anne, the woman was again depressed. She could not understand why the boss, who was so passionately pleased at night in the bedroom, at work behaved cold and rude. Yes, she drank. So what? It was only to gain courage and thank Antosha for wonderful anal sex. And the next day, after crying all night, Anya drained a couple of glasses of whiskey at breakfast. (Erotic stories for all) And what is this? Having come to work, the woman faced the director. And her heart broke. In the eyes of Anton was a reproach. But what did she do wrong? It turns out that the boss just used her ass in front of the whole office and threw it ?! Scoundrel! She doesn't want to see him anymore!

Trying not to be caught by Anton Veniaminovich, Anna went head over to work. And she turned away from the monitor when it was already beginning to get dark on the street, and only the cleaning lady remained in the office. Anya collected her things and, throwing on a gray raincoat, went home. Where he was waiting for her. Her lover. Reliable and reliable. “If only he had not begun to be jealous,” thought Anya. She already imagined how she would ask for forgiveness from her latex hero. How to apologize with a warm mouth, how to put his ass under his pressure. In shorts it became wet. She walked in that very deserted place, with her head down, looking only at the leaves. The light of the lanterns barely pierced the half-exposed crowns of the trees, dimly illuminating the wasteland, and Anya did not want to stumble over a memorable log. Suddenly, she felt a glance at herself. A chill ran down the back. After all, there was no one around. There were noisy cars very close by on the road, cheerful screams from the depths of the park could be heard, and there was no one on the “secret” path. There was nobody here at all! But the look literally burned. Who is it? Anton? Or ... He? Hero-lover did not forgive her treason and decided to act? Anna was seriously scared and quickened her pace. I passed the very “log-for-kissing” when the bushes rustled to the right.