The bodyguard raised the contract, turned over a couple of pages, cleared his throat, and began to read.

- “6.1. The client expresses his loyalty to the following categories of sexual behavior:

6. 1. 1. Submission and humiliation of the Client by the direct Contractor;

6. 1. 2. forcing the Client to proximity, contrary to his wishes with the Contractor or other persons appointed by the Contractor;

6. 1. 3. exhibitionism within the confined community of the Club with full observance of the client's rights to non-proliferation of information about his intimate life outside the community of the Club;

6. 2. The client expresses his loyalty to the sexual techniques specified in Appendix 1 to this Agreement. The Contractor reserves the right to choose the equipment that suits him, not going beyond Annex 1, but not wanting to use all of the above equipment, if in this way he wishes to encourage or praise the Client for timely, accurate and high-quality execution of his requirements. ”

- Everything, everything ... Thank you. Enough, - grinned the young man.

Vika felt her face turn cold from shock, then her back and legs. Only under the fingers of her tormentor did it get hotter and hotter. He leaned a little lower to her face, looking into the shifty eyes. In the most shameful way, she simply could not respond to his gaze - open, clear, shamelessly cheerful, mocking, delighted, so she could only stare at his soft dark blond curls bordering his neck, his sensual haughty curved lips and his immaculate, glittering expensive black suit: only the best silk in a unique combination with the finest sparse wool.

“I couldn’t agree to that,” she whispered from her last strength and swallowed nervously.

- You did not agree. You dreamed about it ..., - he answered in the same whisper, removed his hand from her already pulsing bud and squeezed her chin with her, turning her face, which had turned pale from fear, to her. Her features captivated him as always. This perfect face from the cover was created precisely in order to admire them: these cat-like hypocritical and fascinatingly beautiful eyes promised to drive them crazy, these sponges should give bliss, and the snow-white teeth sparkling between them would bring exciting pain. His thumb walked across her lower sponge, slightly shifting it to the right, then to the left, and then penetrated into her mouth. Vika clenched her teeth and turned her head. The first effect of a strong weakness from the drug injected into it has already passed - only a slight bliss and some turbidity in the head, like alcohol, have remained. However, to escape in any case was completely useless - the bodyguard only pushed her closer to this monster with the face of a cherub.

“Open your mouth if you don’t want your faces assigned to me to take turns raping me right now,” he said insinuatingly, and when her teeth opened, she put a finger in her mouth, “Suck ... You won’t deny that my Are you pleasant to touch?

Vika obediently squeezed his finger with his lips, forcing herself to forget about everything, not to think, not to analyze, to distract. If only this execution is over as soon as possible!

- I do not feel your tongue ... That's it ... And look into my eyes ... Good girl ...

Tears flowed down her cheeks again, her lips burning unashamedly at his caress, but she looked into his glittering eyes, demanding that she should be strong, be bold, be patient. When he left her trembling lips alone and moved her down again, she realized that everything had run out, because this time his fingers were already moving through the slippery hot moisture inside her, and then covering her bare petals and clitoris with it. Vika involuntarily let out a thin moan and immediately flashed, not understanding how she could have betrayed her weakness.

- I'm watching, do you like it? - he rustled, suddenly grabbing her under her knees and lightly smacking herself so that she did not sit, but reclined on the seat, leaning on his assistant with her back.

Vika sobbed limply, but did not dare to resist, especially since his two fingers then gently penetrated her excited juicy crack, making several painfully sluggish movements there, then again began to slide over her painfully distressed bud. Her head began to tossing about involuntarily, breathing quickened, a lump coming up to her throat. Desire incinerated her, destroyed, deprived of the mind. She tried to convince herself that she was moving her hips towards the hand of her tormentor not at all out of submission to him, not at all from the need to satisfy his lust, but only because she wanted to get rid of his merciless touches.

When the car slowed down at a traffic light, Victor suddenly stopped her torture. He took off his jacket, and then slowly unbuttoned his pants and bared the dangling member sticking out.

“Do not,” she pleaded, crying and at the same time realizing that all this was inevitable, that she was caught, that there was no one to save her, and it was useless to appeal to pity.

- Let her go, - sighing, the Contractor said, and, waiting for his order to be executed, he suddenly grabbed Vika by the arms and pulled imperiously towards himself.

“Unzip her dress,” he demanded from the bodyguard, who immediately pulled the zipper from behind her.

If her reaction had not been slow, if she had not been overcome by weakness and exhaustion, if she had not been so terrible, if he had not been so strong, she would not have allowed what had happened. Only she had no forces left to resist, either physically or morally, so the next second she found herself sitting on her lap at her rapist. Hundreds of disjointed thoughts spun in her clouded mind. In order not to fall, she grabbed Victor's shoulders at the first moment, then almost immediately tried to push him away, but it was too late - his hands closed around her thin flexible camp. She suddenly discovered that her breasts were naked, and his curved lips with the same vicious smile were approaching her protruding swarthy nipple, pulling at it, sucking and biting. She only closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to enjoy the bliss of his intimacy, and then became completely insane, allowing him to easily stroke and squeeze his own body, kiss his own skin, make it move smoothly on his hands, seeking true intimacy, penetration and calming flaming flesh.

She completely lost her sense of time, as well as the place where she was. Three silent figures watching them lost any meaning for her, especially when Victor with one powerful movement suddenly tilted her into a seat, leaning on top and pressing her almost limp hands to the cold soft skin of the upholstery above her head. They were breathing hotly into each other's face, and some sugary-sweet and at the same time to the insanity excited feeling that she knew this person did not leave her, and perhaps that is why her body responds to its touch so unrestrainedly. He stared at her for a while, slowly looking around at her perfect face: parted, quivering puffy lips; tear-stained, panic-riveting, beautiful velvety-gray eyes; touchingly rounded chin and cheeks puffed with puppet blush. He leaned toward her even lower, almost touching his lips with his lips and making several fraudulent movements that mimic a kiss. Vika did not know what she had found on her, only she raised her chin to meet him, feeling the goosebumps running all over her body.

- Has a lustful bitch already got a taste? - his lips venomously hissed, and Vika was once again seared with heat. His radiant eyes were burning with passion, and the predatory white-toothed smile of a demon made her entire skin glow. Vika clenched her teeth and forced herself to hold his gaze, realizing that she still didn’t have the slightest chance to break free. At this point, he easily moved his hips, entering into it and sinking inside.Vika immediately closed her eyes, closed her eyes and breathed more often, begging herself to calm down.

“A kiss on the lips still needs to be earned ...,” he whispered hotly in her ear, brushing his lips and tickling his fragrant well-groomed ... Read more →