All day I went and digested the sensations. I could at any moment go to Sterva in the office and enjoy her mouth, but I waited so much for this that I didn’t want to hurry.

It is possible to blackmail a person only until you have made your threat into action, as soon as you made it - blackmail has ended, therefore you should always be careful. It is necessary, not bringing to an open war, but gradually raising the stakes, and drawing it into our game, bring it to complete submission.

I could not resist and went to her every 15 minutes: I sat down and just looked at it silently, smiling and anticipating all the facets of pleasure I could experience with her. Finally, she could not stand it and asked?

- What does all of this mean? What do you want?

I was thinking. Go on and continue silently and give her another torment or still begin to reveal the cards. I decided that after I left, I would give her some initiative, sow the idea that she could influence me, somehow fight back, so I chose to start acting.

- That means you're mine. And I just imagine what I will do with you when we meet?

- Why should I meet with you? - with arrogance she threw.

- And it seemed to me that you are not so naive - should understand such simple things. - I theatrically waited a pause, enjoying the hatred oozing from her eyes. - I'm waiting for you after work tomorrow, or ...

I shrugged and let her make her own decision and assess the seriousness of my intentions. Then he gave his address and went to the exit, demonstrating full confidence in the strength of his position with his whole appearance.

- Well - with a barely restrained anger, she hissed to me when I was at the very door. - But tomorrow I have a workout. I will come after her. I am not going to break my regime.

I could barely hold back the jubilation. It was a victory. So long awaited, so sweet. What time I waited and here it is. Almost dancing, I returned home, and first of all I began to prepare for our meeting, lost in the fantasies of tomorrow evening. I restored everything as it was that night when I killed my aunt: I laid the same linen on, prepared the same toy and installed small cameras, following Oli's example, to photograph everything that would happen.

The next day at work lasted a very long time, and even longer the last one and a half hours at home. Nl finally, I heard the bell and let her in. She wore sweatpants and a topic. The clothes were sexually covered with her and she emphasized the relief, muscles slightly inflated after training. She silently walked into the room where I invited her with a gesture and sat down.

I turned on the music, sat down next to her and, having admired her view for a couple of moments, told her to dance.

- What? She asked in surprise.

- Well, you're a former stripper. Dance, I want to see how you seduced your husband.

She clearly did not expect me to know such details, but quickly took herself in hand, and, sneaking that "not dancing," began to slowly dance. The flowing lines of her body spun in my head. Her breast appeared for a second, but her back was spinning in front of me, another second and everything disappeared. And now her legs flashed before my eyes. She threw me on my back, and, standing over me, slowly began to undress in dance. Gradually, she remained in her panties. Her body was almost perfect, even her drooping breasts excited me. The way she moved, not ashamed of it, as she freely showed them. I started to jerk off, looking at her movements over me. She circled over my face with her foot, and I tried to catch her and lick her. Having played a little, she stopped her and put several fingers in my mouth. I licked them, still sweaty after the road, so sweet smelling of a woman. It was not the smell of a woman that spread from her bosom, but it was not just sweat. It was a female sweat that women hide, which they are ashamed of, but not Bitch.And in her absence of shame, there was no Olya of naturalness, rather, there was neglect. She was not ashamed, not because she did not see what, but because she did not see before whom. But I, in fact, did not care. I enjoyed the process.

Enough to enjoy her fingers and the sight of her bends, I said to take in my mouth. She obediently went down, and, kneeling before me, swallowed my whole member. Grasping my ass with my nails, she scraped it with her nails, but I just liked it. The pain and pleasure merged together, and when the orgasm approached, I grabbed her hair and began to cum on them. Little, but what a nice dirty trick.

While I came to my senses and caught my breath, she managed to clean up and get dressed, and again she looked as if nothing had happened.

- Well, everything. I went. - She threw me and moved in the direction of the door. I could not believe that she really thinks that I would just let her go like that.

- We haven't finished yet. - I interrupted her escape.

“I don’t know what I’ve finished there, but I have to go.”

- It's your problem. From now on, leave more time for our meetings.

- What?!? Do you think we will have another such meeting?

- Meetings.

She looked at me with such hatred that it even corroded me. Before that, she apparently thought that this was a one-time deal and that suited her, but now it was no longer just about sex, but about control. And she began to break out: threats, tears, persuasion, attempts to reach my heart, offers of money. Then she began to negotiate the conditions, bargain for any rights, but I just smiled and enjoyed her helplessness. Having tried all her tricks and methods, she gave up and, burning me with her eyes, asked what I wanted.

I told her to undress and walked away. With barely disheveled hair, burning eyes and breast heaving with anger, she was charming. When she took off the top, I first noticed what her cubes stand out on the stomach. This phyto.

“Now lie on the bed and masturbate.”

She lay down in silence and began to caress her clit. Yes, I liked ordering a living person much more than rotating a corpse-like body. I bent her legs at the knees and parted them in order to better see everything she does.

- Do you know who you are? - I asked her. She looked up at me, but said nothing. - You're my thing. Not even a whore, but just a thing. With which I will play: how much I want, how I want, when I want.

Deciding to finish it, I took the dildo and began to enter it. He was very big, and I had to wet him and her saliva hole to inject him. After inserting it to the end, I removed my hands and told her to fuck myself.

Clutching at the base, she pulled it out, then began introducing it and pulling it out, first by half, gradually thrusting it deeper and deeper. I undressed and began to stroke my dick. I ordered her to roll over and not stop.

Not long after admiring her delicious ass, I parted it to her, and began to lust eagerly. Her ass was a little sweaty and dirty. She was not shaved, and was surrounded by a series of fine and pale hairs.

I licked her ass, trying to penetrate his tongue. Bitch moaned and twisted my hips to meet me. Aroused, she was already fucking herself with a phallus, and thrust herself on her hips.

Having wetted a pair of fingers, I thrust them into her ass, gently caressing him, I stood over her and drove my dick. Bitch moaned, and slightly moved away, but did not try to get off. This sex was clearly not new to her. I felt through the septum the spiked surface of the toy, which lightly massaged me. After enjoying the view of her lush hips and guitar-shaped back, I began to move.

Oh, how much I dreamed about it. How many screams from her I heard, but now I fuck her in the ass. In her magnificent ass, about which everyone dreams, and I have him. In the meantime, the Bitch was no longer started up in earnest: with one hand she fucked herself with a phallus, while the other caressed her clit. Like a wild cat, she twisted her ass, waving herself on my dick, biting her lip and ruffling her hair. I wanted to finish, but my cock twisted right and left, and then suddenly squeezed - and I was ready to pour out, as I immediately let go - and he fell out.I hardly got back, because Bitch did not think to stop, and to help me, she also played with herself and didn’t pay any attention to me. But her movements were so fascinating, and the hole, so invitingly opened, that I had no time to think. Clutching her thighs, I tried to hold onto her, but nothing succeeded.

Bitch began to howl in the voice, and slap my legs. She screamed for me to fuck her harder. I began to fuck her ass, as crazy, to prove what I can do, but she was still pushing me.

- Come on, fuck, fuck. Tougher, what are you babysitting? Fuck me in the ass.

I could barely keep her rhythm. Breath lost, but the orgasm began to approach. I concentrated all on him, and Bitch, meanwhile, poured me a stream of dirty curses and in a few minutes her vagina twitched in spasms, and with it the anus. My cock squeezed so hard that I couldn't even move. Somehow, I pulled a member out of her and began to masturbate.

Rolling over, Bitch looked at me. I groaned, but could not finish. Tired of looking at me, she stood at my side and slapped her ass.

- Come on, you fag, stop it. Or are you not even capable of that?

She spanked me without stopping, my butt was already burning with fire, but the orgasm was so close that I had, even no time to stop it. At some point she got tired of slapping me and she parted my ass and firmly grabbed me half in each hand and squeezed me with such force that her nails entered my skin. I, howling from the pain, and the ensuing orgasm, began to pour out on my hands when the sperm ended, Bitch let go of my butt and left to clean up.

My ass burned with fire, the pain was terrible. (Especially for eroticspace.info) So many months of effort and such humiliation. I thought that having fucked her in the ass, I would be able to completely seize her, humiliate her, show my superiority. But I just licked her legs and looked at how she masturbated on my bed. I couldn’t even finish it when I wanted, only after it, from my hand, under the flow of her humiliation and paying for my orgasm with the integrity of my ass. And the fact that I shoved my dick into it, did not change anything.

She returned to the room and began to dress. God, what a sexy body she had. I looked at her form. How they hide under the clothes, but from this they become only sexier.

- Now i am free? - She asked me, looking down from above and looking at my naked body, not a bit down from her pedestal. I was so embarrassed that she looked at my frail body, that I did not even dare to say anything.

After waiting for my answer, she looked at me with the last, humiliating look and slowly turned on her heels and left.

I somehow lay down sideways on the bed and began to scroll through the last evening in my head. Her anger and passion. Her dance and body bends. The way she moved when she masturbated herself, how she spanked me and shouted and I got excited again. I started to run my hand over my dick and slap myself as she spanked. Even the pain of patting a bloody bottom brought me some kind of perverted, sadistic pleasure.

- Come on fuck me, you fagot, you wanted this, so insert me your penis. Fuck me Tougher. Tougher. - As a matter of fact, I repeated her most humiliating phrases. Curving, I reached out with my left hand to my ass and began to scratch him, as she did. With moans and screams, I poured myself on my stomach. I did not have time to finish, as the light clapping came, I immediately jumped up, with the sperm still dripping from the head and tried to cover my cock.

Bitch stood in the doorway, and, smiling, applauded me coyly.

- She forgot her handbag - while continuing to clap, she slowly spoke and with malice added: “petty fagot”, she left.