- Can.

I suddenly understood: Uncle Aspect disappeared. Believed, which means - gone.

- ... Can. I am for him ... well, you know, relations are different. He is younger than me for a year. And all this ... wearing glasses, quiet, smart. Present. I love him very much. And I want him to be not only quiet and smart, you know? And he has no mom, nor was he. In general, I am so for him - well, as if experienced, big. Adult. I taught him to kiss. He's notoriously scary. In fact, I am not experienced any shit, of course, except for him, I didn’t have anyone, and I’m too shy, I just love him very much ... In general, soon we should have ... you understand that. And I don't want him to know that I ...

- What are you a girl?

- Yeah. How good with you: you understand everything. Just do not believe.

- Why did you cut your hair?

She did not expect the question and fell silent.

- You have recently been long? Pride, a miracle of nature and so on?

- Yes ... You are a X-ray person, right? Because ... well, yes, this is also because of him. I do not know how to explain to you.

- No need to explain, I already understood everything. With hair you are cute, fragile and te te, and with Bobby - strong and stylish, and adult to ohreneniya.

- Well, yes, somewhere like that ... uh ...

“I agree,” I interrupted her.

- What? - she froze.

“You heard, don't pretend,” I say. - I agree.

- With what?

- I agree to your proposal. On your deal. You sell me your virginity, I buy it for ten thousand dollars. What, I waited for a pause, hoping that I would refuse?

- Eeeee ... yes, - she honestly admitted.

- Why is that? I'm not a cool lady, and you're not a little kid. I immediately said that I liked you. Only I have one question and one condition.

- Wow. Well, let's.

- I give. Question: Do you understand that you voluntarily do slut?

I emphasized it hard. She twitched.

- Whore? Why?

- Why - I do not know, you know better. But it is so called. In russian language. This is the name of the woman who fucks for money. Slut, whore or prostitute. Regardless of why. Realized?

She paused, then nodded.

- Realized.

- and?

She nodded again.

- Everything is in force.

- Oh well. - I hooked closer to her. - Now the condition. I have sex with you not only once, but at least four. The fee after the fourth time.

- Chetyyyyyy ?! Why is this?

- For altruistic reasons. After the first time, you will only be able to grimace in pain, but in no way build up an experienced geisha. Your pussy - are you not angry that I call a spade a spade? - your pussy needs to be thoroughly bruised so that you can at least not experience pain, let alone catch a buzz from sex. From ordinary sex, I mean. Without tricks. Agree?

She sat looking straight ahead. Then she nodded.

- An experienced geisha is very cool. Vladik ofigeet, - she said. Her voice trembled.

“I have no doubt,” I replied. - Well, Bobby, welcome to the path of vice.

- Are you not ashamed to make me shl ... a prostitute? She suddenly asked.

"Aha, still hoping that I will refuse ..."

- No, not ashamed, Bobby. You are beautiful and sexy, and I am not a kindergarten teacher. And you are an adult who makes your choice. Of course, I do not impose it on you. If you refuse, I will hire another whore and finish at her, imagining that it is you. Do not wag - so do not wag. Well?

She nodded, and I continued: “Tomorrow at 20.00 you will come here — I showed her the address — and there I will make you a woman.” Or, to put it simply, fuck you. For the first time in your adult life. Is that right?

She nodded again, red to the roots of her hair.

- Noticed. I'm waiting, Bobby. Really looking forward to. And put on something feminine, please. You can even too.

I got up and walked away without looking at her.

My heart pounded like crazy, a chorus of mad grasshoppers rang in my ears ...

***

First time

When I opened the door, she stood, pocketed, like a tot, and clearly thought it was too late to run.

- Hello, Uncle Aspect! She blurted out. - Maybe you will already say your infusion ...

- Hi, Bobby! You look super, I said, pulled her to me and smacked her lips. Lightly, without tongue. She was so frightened that she tried to escape. - Do not be afraid. My saliva is poisonous only on Fridays, and today is Saturday.

“That's what you didn't kiss me yesterday ...”

- Yesterday was yesterday.

I helped her to undress. She was wearing a blue coat, a sky-blue scarf around her neck, huge rings in her ears, lace stockings and huge heels on her legs. The muzzle was plastered blue, like an opera diva. Under the coat was a black leather tunic a la "girlfriend metalist."

Yeah, I tried the girl.

- Awesome outfit. Too much. As agreed, - I said, pulling the tunic.

- Eeee! - she twitched.

- What is "uh"? You seem to have forgotten that I bought you for today, and you are my property? BUT? - I minted, pulling off her stockings with panties. Solid lace, pancake. - Do you think that today you have the right to be dressed? Lift ... Now another ... - I freed her legs from a skein of lace.

The legs were velvety and cold, like ice, and cruelly, exhaustingly beautiful, almost to tears.

I held a small foot in my hand. Then he ran his fingers to the thigh and the bud, hidden under the edge of the tunic, hooked him and climbed onto his stomach under a black husky ...

There was a sticky mark on the fingers. Yeah! ..

Bobby trembled.

“You're velvet and brutally pleasant to the touch,” I said, running my other hand under the tunic. - More pleasant than any kitten. Any maher or silk, - I said, feeling her hips and buttocks.

I drank them in front and behind, crushing delicate flesh with my fingers, then unceremoniously climbed into my ass, pulled the halves in different directions and squeezed them like taut fruit.

She puffed loudly with wide blue eyes. Two huge amber in a blue frame ...

“And now,” I said, removing my hands from her, “and now you will take off all that is left on you, and I will admire how you do it.”

I walked away. She froze, then smiled nervously, closed her eyes and pulled her tunic off. The black edge slowly crawled up.

It was like in action movies, when the bomb counts down - four, three, two, one ... The toe looked out, purple petals appeared and the whole cunt, hairy, almost completely adult, and above it a plantation of black thickets to the navel.

I imagined what she felt, and poured cold sweetness inside, looking at how her hips were laid bare, smooth, almost without corners, a little bit narrow - but she’s still a girl ...

Under the tunic was a black lace T-shirt and the same bra.

- You have very beautiful underwear. I appreciated - I said. - And now - let him out of sight. Do not think what and how, just take it off and that's it.

With a T-shirt and a bra, she fumbled for about five minutes, and I almost burst from the goosebumps running around me like in the African jungle, until she coped with the straps and remained completely naked.

“Well, we took a decent look,” I said, walking over to her.

“And ... and how are you? ...” she asked hoarsely.

- Well, you and arrogant, Bobby! Are you missing yesterday's compliments? I said, putting my hands on her hips. - You, therefore, need to tell about your divine buttocks ... about wasp waist, liquid girlish breasts, white and innocent ... about sloping shoulders, velvet back ...

I said - and felt her all this, stroked, pressed my fingers ... She was indescribable. If nature gives - it gives generously, set, from top to bottom. Damn, how she doesn’t have enough hair, long, sparkling hair up to the priests, in which she would wrap herself up like a mermaid - and how painfully this boyish haircuts hurt right in the balls! ... this is a naked miracle ... Read more →