Zhenka woke up early, although it was a day off, and she had nowhere to hurry. She relaxed a bit, and then sat down in front of the TV in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. She lived alone, separated from her husband two years ago because she would never have children, and he really wanted babies. Separated quietly, peacefully, remaining good and good friends. For some reason, she always did it with men: even after a stormy and passionate romance, they remained friends, occasionally called back, congratulating each other on holidays and birthdays. She spun in front of the mirror, sighed over her non-model appearance, dreamed about breast reduction and priests, and had nothing to do, measured her parameters: 110–65–120. Nothing changed. She sighed and went into the room. Weekends spent at home, lying on the couch, looking through all the programs in a row and not answering phone calls.

On Monday, at the meeting, the chief introduced a new deputy, an imposing man of noble age, seasoned, needle-dressed, who immediately took up the matter seriously and zealously, exhausting everyone with his pedantry and meticulousness. The girls whispered behind his back, built his eyes and calmed down, seeing his arrogant slightly contempt for all. At first Zhenka stared at him, but he didn’t even answer her melodic: “Hello ...”, meeting her almost every morning in the wide corridor of the office.

Corporate, dedicated to the anniversary of the company, held in a restaurant on a grand scale. It was very fun, noisy. everyone drank well, as usual, found out the relationship, made up and went home, calling a taxi. He did not drink the deputy chief, was himself in the car and offered to dissolve everyone who fits in his Hyundai H-1. Zhenka climbed up with the girls, drank champagne on the way, sang songs. It turned out that she lives farthest of all and she drove up to the house only in the company of Alexey, that was the name of the deputy chief. She got out of the car, thanked her and politely called for a cup of coffee. But suddenly he turned off the engine and, silently getting out of the car, went ahead of her to the door of the entrance. Zhenka was taken aback by surprise, but then rushed after him, warningly opening the door with a key. Rising home, Zhenya rushed around the kitchen, chirping something and pulling out coffee and lockers, sugar and something else.

Alexey silently watched her eyes, imposingly lounging in a chair near the wall. When she approached him with a cup on a tray, he rose, and, like a mountain, hovered over her, wondering about something. She looked up at him and was perplexed, not understanding what to do next. Alexey took a tray from her trembling hands and put it on a chair. Quietly, Zhenka turned his back to him, put her breast on the table, holding both of her hands with one of his own, with the other hand he unzipped his trousers with a business hand, pulled the belt out and fixed Zhengina. And then, a little harshly holding her hand to her neck, also busily and calmly raised her already short skirt, pulled off her panties, took them off completely and parted her legs with her foot.

This efficiency, shamelessness, arrogance and confidence brought Zhenya so much that she didn’t even twitch and never thought to object, obeying the man, just listening to what was happening behind her back. The sound of the unzipped lock on the trousers made me shudder with anticipation, the helplessness and the feeling that she was completely in his hands, excited incredibly. She only slightly shuddered when the hot head touched her excited, swollen lips, parted them and slid, caressing and teasing along the edges of the current bosom. She then came out of it, gliding along the swollen clit, causing sweet moans, forcing her to wriggle a little from desire, then caressing her lips again, but not going inside.

The desire overwhelmed her so much that she tried to implant herself on him, but Alexey suddenly lifted her hair by the hair off the table, turned her face to her and, pressing sharply on the neck, lowered herself to her knees. Before her face was a member, with a big head, in the form of a mushroom, she realized that Alex was circumcised. She first saw such a member, but he did not let her see it, but pressed his head, pushing his lips with his head and forcing him to take it in his mouth. He himself was looking at her face, getting excited from this spectacle, which made the penis grow a little more. She let go of his head, and, without taking her eyes off his eyes, immediately began to feel her tongue, caressing, studying and enjoying the process herself.

Alexey still pressed his head a little more, and Zhenka obediently opened his throat for his deeper penetration, trying to swallow completely. I sucked with pleasure, forgetting everything, enjoying the smoothness of the head, its shape, the taste of its lubricant. For some reason, his eyes were incredibly turned on, their eyes narrowed slightly with a hard brilliance, which were continuously watching her lips. He began to enter faster, sharper, slipping in her abundant drool that flowed along her chin, deeply thrusting it and sometimes forcing a member to choke. Suddenly, he abruptly pulled it out, lifted her to her feet and again threw her breast onto the table, with one movement spread her legs wide and with a jerk, quickly and imperiously entered the tender womb, long flowing and awaiting this penetration. Zhenka cried out from pleasure, bent, taking it completely, and passionately moved, screaming and squatting on him, feeling how hard her pubis was striking her lips. The orgasm overtook almost instantly, helplessness only strengthened him, she beat, pinned to the table with a strong, tough and domineering hand, screamed, groaned, squirmed, feeling as he growled and poured into her ... Having rested, Alexey untied her hands, slowly, while she lay on the table, catching her breath, wiped herself off, taking a dish towel. Then, after thinking a little and, smiling slightly at his own thoughts, it was easy, like a bit of fluff, to pick up Zhenka from the table and move him to the room on the sofa. Then he confidently walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Zhenka opened her eyes with the alarm bell and started to work. Slightly nagged wrists. Glancing at them, she saw bruises at the site of a strap. A little thought, put on a blouse with long sleeves and elastic on her wrists. The day passed as usual, Alexey did not pay attention to her, when he occasionally passed by her. She attributed her behavior to drunk vodka, although the memories of having sex with him excited her, and sweetly ached underbelly, so she tried to immerse herself in her work. In the evening, Pasha, the constant lover-friend called. She again remembered the harshness and imperiousness of Alexei, and comparing them with Pasha’s tenderness and affection, she refused to meet him.

Gradually, her life entered a rut, the bruises went away, and only occasionally sweet stimulating memories led to masturbation. Alexey went on a business trip for two weeks, then was on sick leave. Zhenka understood that she was pregnant. It was a shock. She did not know what to do next. It was a shame to tell one child not to raise one; it was a shame to tell Alexey that she was about to marry him to herself. Yes, and she was afraid to say so to him, Alexey liked her very much, what if he just took it for trying to tie him to himself? Next weekend came, and Zhenka could never come to any decision. She was again lying on the couch, mindlessly driving on TV channels. The vibration from the message on the phone made her startled in alarm. She opened the SMS and was stunned. Reread several times, deep in thought. The message was from Alexei: “I wait in two hours in the dress of a prostitute right under my clothes. Don't be late! You will be severely punished "and the address. Again, everything was sweetly whining inside, desire overcame common sense. She decided, come what may, she wanted him to be incredible. She opened the cabinet doors and wondered what to wear to her.But she had nothing defiant and instantly starting a man. It was time. After putting on war paint, she found a long raincoat to the ankles and high-heeled shoes in the same color as the raincoat, and then she quickly went to the sex shop.

There she picked up a transparent underwear defiantly red, frankly depraved, vulgar black stockings with a pattern ...