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got me from the groin and forced to stand in the "knee-elbow." And again the sliding of the member in me, at first deceptively slow, but the farther - the more powerful, sharp, rough.
Strong pushes, slaps of a muscular body on my buttocks, hands supporting me, not letting me fall on my bed exhaustedly, a bright flash of orgasm ... another one ... Here he unexpectedly slips out of me and ends up with a hoarse roar, splashing ass on the sperm and sweaty back. Hands holding me finally let me fall down on the sheets and run away from endless, almost painful pleasure into the arms of sleep.
Yura woke me up before dawn and silently sent me to the shower. We also dressed in silence. And what to say to each other? Something brought us together for one night, bright, memorable, at least for me, but - this is unlikely to happen again.
“My driver will take you home.” Do not even think - this is my attempt to argue, - Buses have not yet run. And so.
The man handed me a few bills.
- Pay per night. You earned them honestly.
Silently accept money. In my heart, so much of everything is mixed up: insult, and rage, and sadness, ... and an understanding that this will probably be better. No extra hopes, no extra illusions.
She went home in complete silence. Involuntarily waited from the driver mocking comments, obscene suggestions, at least disdainful looks - but no, he is still sitting with the same stony face, he is driving. Maybe he is dumb? Only at the house I helped to get out of the car and resolutely headed after me to the entrance. A questioning glance answered:
- The chief ordered - to the door of the apartment. Provide security.
Wow, can talk. And Yura is worried, comes out ... So, get it out of my head, quickly.
Next week flashed like one day. She forbade herself to think about the incident even briefly: she put all the memories in the farthest corner of her memory, locked and threw away the key. It seems to work. I thought for a long time how to deal with money: there was a desire to break them, burn them, and give to the first oncoming beggar ... As a result, I left it to myself. Olezhek is right about something: I'm too rational and practical, and money is money. We assume that I found them on the street. When, in a couple of days, the company where I worked as a secretary, I ordered to live long and put all the workers on the street, even without severance pay, I was once again convinced that I had done the right thing.
That's just for a long time this money is not enough - we must look for work. Without much hope (hello, crisis) I scattered my resume and turned into a couple of recruitment agencies. And what was my surprise when the very next day I received a message that they were waiting for me for an interview in a large company. No, the black band definitely ends, it remains to understand what begins: the white band, or the zebras butt.
I arrived at the place in advance and prepared to wait. But the miracles continued: the guards just hearing my name immediately literally dragged me somewhere to the upper floors. It turned out the reception of the general director. How Alice thought there ... "Everything is strange and strange."
They did not stay in the reception room either: they immediately informed me that Yury Sergeevich was ready to receive me. At the sound of the name of the heart missed a beat: no, delusion after all, there are no such coincidences. But when I entered the spacious office and met my eyes with the man sitting at the table, I understood - it happens. Apparently, having admired my attractive face stretched out in surprise, Yura smiled and waved his hand:
- Come in, Elena Petrovna, sit down ... So, are you looking for a secretary's place?
- But how ... - I finally found the gift of speech, - It does not happen! It can not be ...
- Come on, - in the eyes of the man flashed sly sparkles, - Even this does not happen. And now nothing at all unusual.
And, seeing my distrust, explained:
- My driver took you to the apartment itself, so I had your address. And so on to learn everything about you - the matter of technology.Moreover, with my capabilities. So, as soon as you are out of work - I'm a little warning, and here you are.
“And why am I here?”
- What do you mean why? - now I could not understand whether he was playing or serious, - You, girl, are looking for work, right? I have a vacant position of personal assistant. Your recommendations are excellent, there is experience. In addition, two-thirds of the interview you have already ... passed. There is still one third.
- One third?
Something I am slowly thinking today. What is he talking about? However, he will explain everything to me now. No wonder he rose from his chair and slowly, as if afraid of scaring, approaches me. And now the men's hands gently make me get up from the chair and push closer to the table. Another moment, and I was flattened, pressed to the polished surface. Everything happens too fast: his unceremonious, such confident actions, and my excitement, forcing my legs to weaken. If I didn’t lie on the table, I’d start to crawl to the floor. And Yura already quickly and surely relieves me from pantyhose and panties. Please, let no one enter the office, and not find me here like this, with a skirt tucked up and a bulging naked ass, which is stroked by a man with whom we see each other for the second time in my life.
But the owner of the office does not care about such trifles: either it is not waiting for anyone, or not for the first time. One wide palm lies on my back, preventing any attempts to stand up, and in general, to resist, the second - confidently covers my "pussy" and starts to caress, then playing with the clitoris, then penetrating deeper. I bite my lips, trying to keep groans rushing out.
- Hush, girl, hush ... Do not shout, we do not want extra spectators?
In contrast to the soothing words, his caress is becoming more insistent, sophisticated. Yura is already literally shaking my fingers, forcing me to squeeze moisture. And again I can not understand why he pulls so much, why, finally, he will not enter me. The first guesses appear when I feel fingers wet from secretions between my buttocks. He smears my juices on the anus, preparing my ass for the invasion. His member - in my ass? By this ... by this monster - wherever I even once didn’t allow Olezhku for months of a relationship ?! No, really! I'm trying to get up, but Yurin's palm is already habitually holding me in place.
- Hush, be patient a little ...
Fingers changed head of the penis, while still only touching the frightened shrinking ring. I tried to argue, but Yura was already leaning over me, pinning me to the table. The palm disappeared from my back and gently, but mercilessly, squeezed my mouth.
- Relax ...
His dick is immersed in my ass slowly, but aggressively, carefully, but inevitably. It seems that Yura is gentle with me, ... it still hurts! I scream in the palm of the hand, but only a deaf moo escapes into the wild. So he entered - and he stopped, giving me time to adapt to the uninvited guest, then, feeling that I was slightly relaxed - moved on, entered even more, deeper. And he stopped again, letting me get used to it.
One of his okay still clamped my mouth, the second ... The second - again lay on my wet from excitement "pussy" and caress, skillful, forcing if you do not forget the pain in a stretched ass, then start getting from her a strange, painful pleasure continued. And at the same time, a member of the Jura began to move in me, at first slowly, as if mastering a new territory, but with each push, everything became sharper and stronger. And now, from the sweeping jolts, it seems that the heavy writing desk is shuddering. The pain in the recently virgin ass did not go away, but merging into one with the sensations of fingers torturing my "pussy", turned into something new, forcing me to incoherently beg for mercy, and at the same time, beg not to stop, continue, ... continue ...
My groans fill the office, and the male palm ... She no longer pinches my mouth, on the contrary, I grabbed her with both hands and pressed her face to my face, sometimes running my tongue over the rough skin, as if trying it to taste. Another couple of shocks, especially strong, sharp, and we both slide somewhere beyond the boundaries of reality.The last thing I feel like his throbbing pulsates, throwing jets of sperm into my ass.
It seems that I briefly lost consciousness, because when I began to perceive the world around me again, Yura already came out of me and slowly fastened my pants. And I still lay spread out on the table, only now I also felt how something sticky oozing out of a burning fire as it was running down my thighs. Seeing my meaningful look, Yura quite smiled and lightly slapped me on the buttocks.
- All get up, put yourself in order. There is a rest room behind the door. With a shower.
When I, after a while, found myself in the office again, the man no longer resembled himself recently, wearing the mask of a strict chief.
- Well, Elena Petrovna, the interview was a brilliant one. So if you want - your place. Your salary ...
Yura wrote a number that made my eyes widen in surprise. Generously.
- In addition, there will be awards ... based on the results of work. You will have to accompany you on business trips. And yet, you will be provided housing at the expense of ... the company. You seem to have examined him once.
I keep quiet, but thoughts rush through my head, pushing and overtaking each other. After such an "interview" and do not guess who he hires me. It would be necessary to refuse with a proud air, only ... I have enough money - I have to pay for housing for a couple of months, and thanks to the previous ... "part-time job." So what is next?
And, most importantly, did I like what Yura did with me? Well ... what is really there, really enjoyed it. And even what he just did in his office. No, you could, bastard like that, first ask consent ... but then I would definitely refuse. And so it happened ... but the hell with him, surprisingly happened! It was decided: I agree - and come what may. Am I entitled to another insane act?
- That's good, that's nice, - after reading the agreement on my thoughtful attractive face, the man smiled broadly, - I immediately realized that you are a sensible and practical girl, which means we will understand each other.
And immediately I wanted to correct his physiognomy with marigolds: after all, you bastard, I’m doing a crazy act, and he is “sensible, practical” ... Did they all agree or what?
- Well, well, do not be offended, - this is a homegrown psychologist, - What to do, you and I are alike, and even the folly in us and you are such ... thought out.
He said, and smiled, broadly, without his usual malice. And I unwittingly find myself smiling back.
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Just amazing, thank you very much))))
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I hope to be continued or is this all?
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That's all :)
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- How did you become a prostitute?
- You know, I was just lucky!
Honored 10-ka author. It is read in one breath and played on the innermost, who does not like it - you are permanent in the post-gas semi-faint, and they also pay for it.
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Well, the Christmas tale is ready, of which there were quite a few on the CT, yours are no worse, except that they hurried a little - three weeks later. We managed to create a smooth fairy tale from the usual set of current cliches and banal scenes. Yes, you write skillfully. Everything is good, everyone is happy, but something in the soul rises and does not want to take it on a par with Cinderella or the Frog Princess. Oh yeah, because this is just a fantasy ... But even this kind of fantasy is something SHOULD try to perceive with hostility.
Everything was fabulously crystal,
When it were not so sad.
The moral is simple: do you want a prince,
E. .., forgetting the old principles.
In order not to miss luck
Shut up funny dreams w ... poo
And know the basis of all the basics:
Forging happiness without panties!
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+10
Cool.
Continuations would be.
And funny: someone was waiting for the crystal shoe and the wedding at the end? :)))
Like, "we look until the end of porn, to find out which of them he marries" :)
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Well, Elena Petrovna, you had a brilliant interview.)))
Catch the top ten
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In order not to miss luck
Shut up funny dreams w ... poo
And know the basis of all the basics:
Forging happiness without panties!
Evgeny3 /eroticspace.info/
Put 10, but only out of respect for the name of the author.
And if on the topic of the story, that is, girls, who become prostitutes much earlier, the first kiss, maturity, and parting with innocence. And the point is not in some of their exceptional depravity, coincidence or thirst for profit. They just were born that way ...
At the university, I had a girlfriend who shared that she already at the age of 7 knew that she would go to bed for money or gifts. And she had not had any complexes about this since childhood. However, I became a spectacular girl only at 13 years old, and this beauty was sexy at the age of 5, judging by the pictures. a kind of proportional pupa. She grew up, keeping proportions, and her features were oriental and regular right from the start.
And believe me, she did not grow up in a family that was starving. She was brought up in strict Eastern rules. The wealth in the family was. Not an oligarchy, but quite a nothing. Against the background of his town, the family could be considered prosperous. She just believed that men exist to pay bills and solve girlish problems.
We were just friends, we got together when we, with a friend, dragged her out of the "real fornication" with gangsters, pimps, security officers, authorities, businessmen. For me it was something, from another life, the show: KAKVKINO, but she calmly, however, without confidence in her voice, said: I couldn’t fit in, I would have done it myself ... And then we sat on the embankment, near the sphinxes and struck her frankness. That evening I learned a lot about life that I regretted having inscribed myself listening to it.
Well, discussing this problem cannot be ignored by an example that is simply canonical: Luis Bunuel's film “Day Beauty” (Belle De Jour). If someone forgot, I recall the main character, and she plays Catherine Deneuve. A young beauty, from a decent family, marries a young, successful bourgeois, but in spite of all the care, the love and tenderness of her husband do not feel at ease until her husband quietly works in a brothel, where he comes off to the fullest . Well, these girls need the need for their own wine and that's it. For the sake of subsequent purification, according to the common aphorism: “You will not sin, you will not repent, you will not repent, you will not be saved.” They like it when they are tortured, because physical and mental pain for them is a necessary condition for moral comfort.
As for the heroine of Our Sasha, the young Elena Petrovna didn’t think much for long when she was offered fuck for loot. She was already a prostitute in her soul, and here she simply named her price and undressed. As for Uncle Yura, one can only be glad for him. Uncle just wanted to have fun with a professional, and then there was an aspiring amateur, and yes even hungry for sex. The girl looked at him so much that he had brought information and invited me to work. Men generally love vicious women much more than is commonly believed.
And the fact that there are secretaries with an extended range of responsibilities, so it does, the situation is textbook. However, he admires the life experience and managerial talent of a manager. Before signing the order for admission to work, the uncle checked if there would be any unnecessary problems and whether the girl would be able to sell tickets for the back row. And then this scraper, her predecessor, got out with her squeals “I won't give you ...” that she flew out of work like a cork from a bottle.
Only here Elena Petrovna should understand that if she is hired for work through sofa tests, then she will have it in full, in all the cracks that the director has personally checked. And she will go to the bath more often than to go to work. Here and business partners, when signing the contract, and a representative of the landlord, and checking from the tax and fire inspection and officials from the administration, etc. dating will be many and different. However, these girls quickly make a career, even without education, and do not experience problems with employment. Yes, and prostitutes get married much more often than many think. In other words, where is a successful, promising official to get acquainted with a pretty, well-educated and intelligent girl. He does not go to the theater, there is no time at the nightclub, in the morning he needs to serve in the administration. It remains only a sauna with entrepreneurs and girls.
I do not exclude, and the fact that Uncle Yura himself will fall so deeply into this promising young one, that he will come to a divorce with his wife and to a wedding ring. I also observed such collisions in my life. So we wish good luck to this corporation in an intimate and creative way.
And now a fly in the ointment. The plot is in no way, it's okay, I, Our Sasha, only for the fact that I appreciate that from any plot I was able to make a masterpiece through syllable and emotional drive. And here, everything turned out as it were. A college graduate quarreled with the boy and out of indignation, starred on the road. It seems that Our Sasha, beautifully knows how to write only about personal experiences and things that she can do well herself.
Where is asked a storm of emotions and a hurricane of passion in the soul of a girl that you bought for the first time in your life? This event always leaves a mark in the soul, even very cynical and cold-blooded women. The event, even more significant parting with innocence. Sooner or later, women become everything, but there are no prostitutes. Money on the nightstand, for services rendered speak a lot to the girl and about herself and about her current position on the social ladder and prospects of the relationships of others.
I suppose that it would be useful for our Sasha before trying to tackle such a scrupulous topic to try to play on the track, name your price and get money for services. I think we would have a chance to get a literary masterpiece, and this is how the average person’s third person narration about banal removal on the highway, followed by employment in the specialty
However, Our Sasha has always been so strong that, after failures, it always gives out a masterpiece. We will wait with hope and trembling.
Everything was fabulously crystal,
When it were not so sad.
The moral is simple: do you want a prince,
E. .., forgetting the old principles.
Evgeny3 /eroticspace.info/
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Well, what to say to that? In order to move towards a detailed analysis, I need to be inspired for a week, thank you, Anfisa. And my short lazy phrases are far from always correctly understood. I have only to add to what was said earlier that this is the most SOMETHING in my understanding - the rejection of modern “office” life and morality “according to concepts”, and not according to the moral criteria that have been established for decades and centuries. In my opinion, these very criteria are so comprehensive that they are also relevant for ST.
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