on the wall, and was waiting for something, but she was still sitting relaxed, stretching her legs.

- I'll go, I guess. - I said a patter and became sideways closer to the door, until the ooze of awkwardness between us sucked me.

- At 12 at night? - Olya was obviously surprised by my attempt to escape. - I thought you liked it.

- Yes, but just all this somehow ... - I could not find polite words for such an impolite situation, but Olga, as usual, did not stand on ceremony.

- Just all this is somehow awkward?

I hesitated, not knowing what to say. I myself didn’t understand what I didn’t like and what I wanted: to stay or leave, and I definitely didn’t want to sit and pretend that nothing had happened. Apparently, tired of waiting for my answer, Olya herself began to answer her own question.

- It is embarrassing, because everything did not happen as it should? I still do not know what kind of music you like, but you did not have time to give me a colorful broom? Because we did it in clothes and in the door? And if I get undressed, will you feel better? - Without rushing to words, she got up and, throwing off all her clothes, including her underwear, opened the door.

“But if this is a reason for you and you want to leave, then leave, of course.” - She stood at the door, waiting for my decision calmly and without haste, not hiding her hands, not trying to hide at least some part of her body. She looked so naturally that it seemed I could see not only her body, but also her open and equally naked soul. As if hypnotized, I approached her, closed the door, and led her into the bedroom. For the first time in a year, I had no problems either with erection or with my desires, and I, like a loose dog, rushed at her again and again, unable to satisfy the hunger that she had ignited.

***

The next morning, both of us "got sick" and did not go to work. It was nice to just lie down and chat. I thought to embarrass her and ask about her former partners, but Olya did not even try to hide anything. On the contrary, she spoke, spoke and said: about childhood, about clubs, about work, about the hall, about how she once met Christina Valer there ...

And then it dawned on me. For sure. I watched Sterva at home, I watched her at work, and I had no idea what she was doing in the hall, and she had been there regularly. We had to rather find out if she could do anything provocative there.

The hall was beyond my ability to be watched, so a detective was needed here. It threatened to destroy all my savings, but intuition told me that it would pay off. The cleanliness and innocence in which I swam with Olya evaporated as soon as she uttered the name of Bitch. Lust and anger woke up in me with a new force.

I jumped up, said that I had forgotten about some business and ran away. Immediately sat down for the Internet, I found the detective cheaper in a few hours and hired him. For almost two weeks he collected information and my money. And all this time I couldn’t even think about Ola again and avoided conversations with her in every way. (eroticspace.info) She was kind of surprised, but did not insist and did not bother. The night with her was magical, filled with purity and pleasure, but it didn’t have what my rat essence wanted. Finally, the detective called and said that he had learned everything that was interesting to me.

It turns out that our Bitch once was a provincial bitch overweight and without any extra money, who came to conquer the capital with intelligence and talent. When it didn’t work, she decided to change her approach. First, the fitness room in which she disappeared for half a year, doing it with an instructor. And she had no money, so she practiced her classes with blowjob, so she put her body in order and the ability to appease men.

Then she got into a striptease: first she worked out a shift on a metal pole in the hall, then the same shift on the pole of the owner after work. Not even a couple of months passed, as he could not imagine life without her and took her as his wife.

It seems that the mission is completed, everything. Sit at home and have children, but Sterve was a little carefree shopping in between births of children. She needed emotions, wanted humiliation - so she, despite complete security, worked here as the deputy of Satan.

Sexually, she was as insatiable as she was emotionally. Three times a week, before training, she trained in a fitness room, and as before: first on simulators, and then on a trainer. I looked at the photo and video of her sex and could not get enough of it. With what passion, with what frenzy she climbed on him, as she jumped frenziedly, until he exhausted crawled out from under her. Having admired enough, I went to her office and closed the door.

- Hello, Christina Valerievna.

- Hello, Eugene. - I came up, sat down at her table in front of her and asked.

- Listen, Kristina Valerievna, could you give me a blowjob? - She raised her eyebrows in surprise. She was even more surprised when I put in front of her a photo of how she sucks to her trainer and unzipped her pants. Having carefully considered the photo, Bitch looked into my eyes and calmly moved toward me. I unbuckled the belt, took off my pants and, lowered my underwear, proceeded without a word.

How I love intelligent people. Another would start to resent, bargain, but we knew each other perfectly, so she did not waste time. In her blow job there wasn’t that love for me and the love for the process itself, that Marat or Olya’s natural lust, but the technique itself was inimitable. She circled her tongue around her head and licked my balls, her hands circled all over my body, then squeezed my ass, then stroked my thighs, and then they began to turn my nipples.

Finally, she wrapped her arms around my ass and swallowed it all the way down. With her throat she caressed my head, and her lips and tongue ran up and down along the base of my cock. At the moment when I started to cum, Bitch swallowed my cock until the very end, and squeezed my head with my throat. Neither in a vagina, nor in a pizda such sensations you will not test. The throat compresses the penis not at the base and not along the entire length, but only at the head, but gently and at the same time gently, without causing pain, and the mouth with tongue creates a moist shroud around the base of the penis, as a hint of moisture in the female womb.

Never before have I experienced such a quality orgasm, and when I moved away from him, Bitch was already sitting and putting herself in order. Taking out the napkins, she gently spat back the remnants of my sperm, then wiped the corners of her lips and put on lipstick. Has corrected a dress, has shaken off. No shadow of indignation or resentment.

- Well, everyone? I hope our business exchange took place, and can we return to the status quo? - She spoke calmly, as if she made such exchanges 5 times a day.

Beautiful, elegant, dangerous — no, I needed much more from her. I wanted to see how it breaks, how it crawls in front of me. I quietly dressed and, passing by, threw the door over her shoulder: Are you kidding? Everything is just beginning - and closed the door.