Charging was enough just to have a sweet and long finish. It must be admitted with a living person, even with an eastern girl, it was more abruptly, but for my previous state and such a voltage drop can be considered very satisfactory. Still shaken in the last echoes of an orgasm, I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. Only this helped weakly - what he saw in the mirror so crashed into the brain that the picture still stood before the eyes: a gorgeous woman with widely spread slender legs rested against a soft carpet with the thinnest pins. The tips of long nails are still stuck in the tender flesh of the swollen nipple, the fingers are still teasing the corner of the slits, and the sex lips are stretched on the phone recessed deep into.

Oh no! This is not about me! I could not go so low! For a while, only the fading sound of a discharging cell phone was heard in the room, until he finally “Trrr ... rr ... r ... tr ...” didn’t stop altogether. Even Natasha, apparently stunned by my act, was silent.

I got up, put myself in order, thinking, how would my beloved, if I so pleased myself? Of course, not before his eyes ... But in principle? Probably, he would be glad that I enjoy, even if not with him, after all, this is not a betrayal! Last thoughts cheered me up a little ...

But it was necessary all the same to choose a dress. It is a pity that the jeans fell off. Of course, T-shirts and blouses of pornographic appearance were attached to them, but if you even put on a bust under them, it turned out quite tolerable. But my husband will not appreciate it if I find myself in such an outfit at a business meeting ... After a long search, I still found at least something: a black dress with a spark, through the fabric of which the nipples did not shine through, but that they defiantly protruded a little hid by the color and texture of the fabric. Of course, it was not exactly what I wanted - and my back was too generously open, which means that the bra disappears anyway, and the cut across the thigh is a little high, with any movement showing the openwork gum of the stocking, and the breasts are too covered with a thin fabric. But at least not a millimeter of skin is visible from the front!

Having dressed in modest blue jeans and the thickest T-shirt with the least depraved bust, I went to taste the pleasures of the life of oligarchs. Natasha sent me to the kitchen, where a cute fat kid-cook fed me with various snacks. But even with him I felt uncomfortable - even in this form my body looked terribly sexy, and his eyes constantly froze on my charms, licking the whole figure in such a way that sometimes it seemed to me even a little bit and between my hips it would be wet again. Well, where is it going?

I was still going to follow the advice of Nikolai and get to the nearest boutique to buy something more modest than even that black dress, but then the smartphone rang. “Dear” and a photo of my newly acquired husband were highlighted on the screen.

- Honey, we are already approaching ...

I groaned: it means black dress, it means that the lustful looks of unfamiliar men will be riveted to my body all the time ...

...

“My dear, you look delightfully ... but not too discreet,” said her husband, a little annoyed, when he leaned over to kiss my cheek. - And these are my new business partners - Vasily, Leonid and Georgy ... And this is my wife - Natalia, at your service. Today she will take on the responsibilities of a hostess, I let go of the servants ...

Then he leaned over to the ear and added in a whisper:

- Provincial suckers. Squeeze their plant - like two fingers on the asphalt. But you still twist your ass in front of them.

I nodded awkwardly, feeling the paint rush to my cheeks - all three of the “provincials” standing in front of me immediately looked at my breasts with fascination. Still covered with cloth! What could they find there?

Volume, elasticity and shape, obviously. And the lack of a bra, it seems, also noticed. - The mischievous voice caused annoyance, but I tried not to show a bad mood and, clearly realizing that now I give back views to the lewd views from behind, led the guests to the Small dining room. Well, rather, Natasha led me, and I — the guests.

From the explanation of my dark angel, it followed that the Small Dining Room was intended for meetings without ties with light snacks and cocktails. The main room was separated from the “camp kitchen”, according to Natasha, with a partition almost the entire width of the room, and only the arches on both sides provided access to the kitchen. In the kitchen there were always replaceable products and meals every day. Wine, whiskey, brandy, various liqueurs, etc., were also stored there, so when the men settled down on the couches around a low wide table, I confidently headed for the wall. All I had to do was pick up food on a tray, I could serve glasses and drink later, when everyone expressed their preferences.

I already loaded the tray with different vases, dishes with various treats, when suddenly a loud cheerful voice came from behind:

- Help, hostess?

I was like - with a tray in my hands, turned, trying to smile generously and grandly ... But the smile faded away immediately: George, and this was he who looked at me with the kind of owner, like a prostitute bought at the station. His gaze leisurely surveyed my chest, sank lower - on a slightly left hip in the section with a stocking looking out of an openwork elastic band.

Wow, they've gotta stick to you again. Do you think he will burn out?

Never, ”I snapped mentally, and then almost dropped the tray with dishes, because Geogry suddenly took a step forward and began to paw me on the chest. Without expecting such impudence, I stood like that - with a tray in my trembling hands, flustered, fluttering eyelashes.

“What ... what are you ... doing? ..." I muttered, clearly realizing that during my stupor a man had squeezed my hemispheres strongly several times and even once twitched my nipple, which was not right enough,.

- How is that? Nicholas said about you - "At your service."

“But ... But he didn’t mean it!”

- Yes, I know your fucking orders in big cities. I suppose you are waiting for when you can sneak away from her husband and have sex with him ...

Here is a pickup guru- Natasha was stunned not much less than me, but she continued to amuse herself with might and main.

- Give here a tray, - George took the tray and carried it to the main room.

I, as a somnambulist, swam after him, realizing with horror that under the rough onslaught of hot men's hands, I immediately became wet in my panties. And the worst thing - there was no way to confess to the husband that I had just been pawed, as a completely foreign man wanted. After all, I did not immediately raise the alarm ... And from the side it might seem - I myself allowed to enjoy my charms, not resisting or protesting. And anyway, what a shame it is: to confess, too, to a half-familiar man that I was unceremoniously examined by other people's hands. Yes, and the deal falls through, suddenly it does not like her husband?

Here Natasha climbed:

Yes, come on, it's all right. Just think, a little squeezed, a few hours you fucked back in any way. And then just boobs crushed.

And I relaxed, having forgotten Natasha's vile nature ... With a sigh of relief, I returned to the kitchen to open the ordered drink. But the ingratiating persuasions of my inner voice and my own complacency played a bad joke with me. As soon as I went behind the partition, thinking not at all about how to avoid repeated molestation, but about this assignment, as George caught up with me. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, clutching at my breasts with both hands and squeezing them unceremoniously.

- Do you feel that I have cooked for you? - He asked, firmly clinging to me from behind and pressing between the buttocks with something very hard.

Is that what I think? Wow, what is now the instant riser men at you!

Now I had no time for Natasha — my breasts were sorely torn, ... Read more →