Natasha barely noticeably squeezed and unclenched her legs under the table, because she was no longer able to hold back. She sat at her computer in the office and read an erotic story in a small window of the site of stories, barely noticeable among the other windows on her screen.

In the story, four young guys punished their guilty colleague, an adult lady, by spreading it on the table. They pulled off her panties, lifted her skirt and spread her legs as wide as they could. Reading this, Natasha brightly imagined herself in the place of this woman and felt the heat of humiliating arousal, clearly feeling the views of the men and the touch of their hands. Natasha imagined how they, in turn, took possession of her, how their hot members sank into her holes against her will, and from all these thoughts Natasha's legs almost trembled.

Unable to bear it, Natasha turned off the window, jumped up and went to the toilet. In the booth, she hastily lowered her skirt and pantyhose, lowered her panties and with pleasure put her hand on the wet crotch. Rubbing the clitoris with her fingers, Natasha experienced in her imagination the whole story again and again, until she had finished. Catching her breath, the woman put herself in order and returned to her desk.

This happened to her more often. Erotic stories increasingly captured Natasha, she realized that she gets more pleasure from them than from videos and pictures. Moreover, they could be quietly read at work and in the subway, and therefore Natasha increasingly plunged into the world of fantasy during the day. She learned to distinguish a good story from a bad one literally from the first paragraph, gradually moved from light romantic tales to sophisticated tough stories and enjoyed this new world.

Natasha could not even think that her own imagination could turn her on like this. Earlier, when boring intimate life with her husband, her, Natasha thought of a lover, listened to the stories of girlfriends who had novels on the side, but could not decide on treason. And suddenly it turned out that with every story she read she experienced such bright intimate moments as she rarely had in bed with a man. The pleasant languor at the bottom escalated into hot excitement, which Natasha at first endured, and then began to caress herself when it was already impossible to restrain herself. Almost every orgasm was strong and so exciting that her whole body shook for a few seconds.

Her favorite site with stories was also a readers forum. Natasha looked there sometimes in search of discussions of good stories. Some topics amused her, some seemed strange. Reading the discussion, she realized that some couples really live quite extravagantly: they exchange wives and husbands, invite the third, take a great interest in BDSM or role-playing games, and even arrange swinger parties.

Natasha thought every time, and could she be the third one in some pair or invite someone to come with her husband? I think no. Change on the side, she would not have been able, especially to attend a sex party. Natasha closed the forum and returned to the stories, until one day she came across a short announcement:

“I am looking for a virtual slave. You will complete assignments, take photo and video reports about their fulfillment, buy lingerie and toys for assignments. No meeting with me, complete anonymity. "

Natasha thought for a couple of days, then made herself a faceless mailbox with an assumed name and sent a short letter to the address indicated.

"Hello!

My name is Alina, I want to be your virtual slave. What do we have to do?"

Having sent, Natasha immediately regretted it. But what if it is somehow calculated? What if all these future tasks become known to her husband and friends? The feeling of future humiliation flooded her and led to an unexpected excitement.Natasha presented how her friends relish her naked photos, examining all the details of her body, how they discuss what she did for her master, how they blame her for virtual betrayal of her husband. Maybe some male friend will secretly want her after that?

The answer came in a day. The gentleman demanded a lot at once: a full-length photo in clothes, in underwear and naked, a photo of all parts of her body near, a photo of her breasts, a photo of a crotch stretched to the sides, a photo of all bras and panties that she has, a photo of her sex toys. In addition to photos, she had to tell in what situation she lived at home, in what situation she worked, how she got to work, how many men she had, what sexual experience she had, how much money she could spend per month unnoticed by her family. And through the whole letter he called her a bitch.

A few more days Natasha thought over the answer. It is clear that all this is necessary for future assignments, but still, is she capable of that? Having decided, Natasha sat down at the computer in the evening, while her husband was at work, and made a detailed answer. Then she poured out all her underwear from the drawer, laid out on the sofa and photographed each pair.

Now she needed to take a picture of herself. Having thought it over, Natasha went to the closet, fished out a carnival butterfly mask from there and put it on her eyes. She went to the mirror on the wall, looked at herself, took a picture in full growth. She turned her back and made another one. She did not leave the thought that one day these photos would be leaked to the Internet, so she was ashamed of them in advance and at the same time for some reason really wanted it.

Left in her underwear, Natasha looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, she launched the figure, but now it does not matter. It is important to please that man at the other end of the network, to fulfill his first task.

Natasha took a few pictures in front and behind, put down the phone and slowly unbuttoned her bra. I threw it on the sofa, took hold of the panties and quickly pulled them down, leaving him to lie on the floor. She no longer remembered when the last time just looked at herself naked in the mirror. The situation excited her, Natasha felt how the lower abdomen was filled with pleasant warmth.

Natasha raised her breasts with her palms, crushed them together, mechanically massaged. Pointed nipples stuck out from the cold and from excitement, the areola, too, slightly swollen, and I wanted to massage the breasts again and again. Natasha pulled out the phone, turned it on, paused: it seemed that a foreign man was looking at her naked body through the phone's camera. After a while, Natasha pressed the button and took the first picture.

Subsequent shots were much easier for her. After shooting in full growth, Natasha sat on the floor by the mirror, spread her legs apart and took close-ups of her breasts, tummy and crotch. The ass was uncomfortable to shoot, but she coped with this task, and she even liked to remove the legs - they looked great in the pictures.

Having finished with the photo, Natasha connected the phone to the computer and began to look at the pictures. From different angles, naked and in a mask, she looked like a stranger to herself. It seemed to her that she was looking at other people's intimate photos, and this excited her even more. Unable to restrain herself, Natasha sat back, threw widely spread legs on the table and engaged in masturbation, caressing the clitoris with one hand and immersing her fingers in the other. The photos flashed before her eyes, thoughts of a strange male spectator were also excited, and the desired orgasm covered her rather quickly.

Natasha wiped her palms with a napkin, picked up her panties from the floor, sat on them and continued to prepare a letter to her master. She carefully attached all the photos, reread the letter and froze over the button “Send. “She exhaled, pressed, the letter was gone.

Having removed all the pictures from the phone and computer, Natasha dressed herself, collected the linen from the sofa and laid everything in its place. She had a great mood all evening, and when her husband started pestering her in bed before going to bed, she even made a blowjob on his own initiative.

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Mr briefly praised her and voiced a new task.She had to excite herself so that her white panties were soaked through. The gentleman allowed her to twist her nipples and rub herself through her underpants, but at the same time, you wouldn't put your hands under your underpants. In confirmation of the task, you had to take a picture ...