Soon, I poured from more than half of the employees where I worked. I licked at them in the women's room, sometimes in the men's room. It was not difficult for me to lick the boss's little girl under her desk, even when she signed a contract with important customers. Clients did not see me, but it instilled confidence in her. In the morning, coming before everyone else, I licked at the secretary, at lunch at the headmistress, and when everyone was going home, I licked the sweet pussy of the room cleaner. This young student worked in our company. My fame as an excellent lizchchika quickly overtook me. I began to learn on the street, in transport. Persons who came to meet me women varied from surprised to smiling slyly.

Men, on the other hand, often made fun of me and tried to bully me. Even in the yard where I lived. But I pretended that I didn't care, or not understanding what they were about ...

The trick of women is limitless. erotic stories One married lady took a passport from a friend who resembles her remotely. Making sure that there is no stamp on the appropriate page, I gladly agreed. She secretly rented a well-furnished apartment from her husband and deceived me that this was her home. It did not seem strange to me that she tried to do everything somehow a little secretly. It seems I even fell in love with her. In addition, when she saw my dick for the first time, she clapped her hands and explained that this was just her size. She lied to me without a twinge of conscience. Her hole was stretched enough to my friend, hanging out there almost like a bucket in the hole. However, I was happy to be deceived, not noticing the obvious. At some point, my husband got to know about us and rushed into the apartment, opening it with a duplicate key, just at the very moment when I licked away from his passions. She tried to throw a scandal, but it was not there. Husband beat us both. And his wife got a lot more. Her face was just blue-violet, and again I lost a few teeth.

I had to quit my job and change my place of residence. True, in my phone there were a lot of women from their previous work and so, acquaintances who want high-quality otliz. But since I was angry at the whole world, I said that I worked only for payment, it was finished with a freebie - once and for all. Some merged, and who remained: paid in fact. But it was not a job. After a couple of months, I still had to get back into the office. Fame about me again ran ahead. In the office, many women whispered, looking in my direction. The most courageous began to drive up with immodest offers. But I was categorical in this matter. Then they began to call me on the phone after work. I agreed, setting the condition of meeting at 10 stops from my place of residence. This gave some guarantee that if they deceived me again, the well-wishers would most likely not be able to see and report to the spouse with whom their passions meet. In short, beaten repeatedly by enraged spouses, I was very afraid of relapse. And with sorrow he recalled the happy days of my mom. Of course, I was looking for a similar woman among my older acquaintances, but so far nothing had turned up. But another has turned up ...

In the new yard, where I lived, there was also a woman living. I don’t know what she hooked me with, a nice smile that doesn’t slip from her pretty face, but maybe the reason was a pretty figure? In short, I crush on her, not yet knowing that she is married. The husband at that time was on a long trip. On the back of my sexual desire was some kind of tattoo. Consider it was not possible. Still, in individual fragments that I saw when she walked with her back slightly open, or when she appeared in a short topic that did not cover her lower back, she suggested that it was a fire-breathing dragon. Once, having decided, I approached her to inquire what was there for the tattoo.The girl was very surprised, at first with my face, having examined my red eyes close. It should be noted that in the new place I returned to the old image. He wore costumes and put makeup away into the nightstand. Secondly, such an indiscreet question.

“I'm going to chop a fire-breathing dragon on my chest,” I wrote as I went, “white, but my eyes are red and the flames are colored.” I would like to look at yours. Or is it not a dragon?

“Dragon,” the girl smiled sweetly, “but I can't show you, I'm a married woman, what will it look like in the eyes of my husband?”

I realized that I would not break anything, then to justify asking for the address of the master.

Olya was the name of the woman, we still met, wrote me the address, but said at the same time that my skin does not have pigment and is white enough. Need to choose a different color. Not knowing why, but I was determined to make a dragon tattoo on my chest. Of course, not white, but fairly light, and instead of a flame, I asked the master to fill a long tongue of red, showing his own. The master was shocked to see such a miracle of nature. Frankly, he worked for the glory. Now I had a dragon of light green color on my chest. His huge, fierce eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and a huge tongue was a symbol of my essence.

Olenka's husband returned from a business trip. I do not know what she said to him there, but I often caught myself studying his gaze, returning home. Once he caught me at the entrance and asked me to talk to him about one case. I was very chickened out. Probably even turned pale, only on my pale skin it was not noticeable.

- About what? The unhappy man asked, suspecting that he would soon be beaten and possibly kicked.

“This is my wife's idea,” said Vlad, a little embarrassed, this was the name of Olga's husband.

“I don’t mind,” replied the calm young man.

“This is somehow not a climate,” the man said, pointing to the front door, “maybe we will go up to us and take cognac ... Olya has cooked something tasty ...”

This handsome man, pumped up, sporty-looking, invited me to his home. For what? I did not speculate, but simply followed him to his porch, to his apartment. It seems they were not going to beat me? It seems my husband wanted to ask me to lick his wife? But why? No, I was not guessing. I knew that his wife had never experienced a real orgasm. You could see it right away. My experience told me that. The experience of the healer of female souls and the passionate lover of the licer of their pistilki But these men were unknown. Why? I did not know. But he soon learned when Vladislav revealed his secret. Secret? For my part it was not only stupid, but also criminal in relation to his woman, to his wife.

And from his side correctly and in concepts. Is it because he was sitting or spinning in criminal structures? Vlad, never under any circumstances, did not kiss Olga on the lips. Such were the principles of his morality. She's sucked his dick. And it could not be combined with kisses on the lips. No, it did not abhor his morals, and such were his principles ?! Of course, for no treasures of the World, he was not ready to lick the pussy of a woman. This is zapadlo. And I mean not zapad? After I opened the shell of her shell and saw droplets of his sperm on her delicate vulva, and in the depths of his seed, I got up and, passing into the kitchen where my husband was waiting for me, said:

- Sorry, Vlad, but I'm not a fagot. Maybe you blame what I do, but cunnilingus should be clean. This is a mystery for two third place is not the place.

Olga, who ran in after me, was very upset. She really wanted to get, then what is written in the books, but she never once experienced.

- Well, what's the matter? “Tears rolled from her eyes. - What is wrong that I screwed up again?

“You are nothing,” said her husband, “forgive me, honey, it's my fault.” I will fix it. Another time, good, Alex? He turned to me.

- Yes ... another time, I promise ... tomorrow. But I also have the conditions.

- What kind? - was Olya surprised?

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