to the music before the bra and panties. You're on the beach in a bathing suit, it's almost the same.

- Andrei will be back soon.

- No, it will not be for a long time. The nearest stores do not sell alcohol at night, you know, they apparently went to look for some kind of an alcoholic store which is quite far from here.

I had nothing to object to, and I wanted to play with Anton myself. I will undress before him, I will turn my ass off, I will excite and let him suffer, I decided. Nothing should seriously happen, although when I felt like Anton wanted me and my pussy demanded that she be well pleased today.

“Well, okay,” I pretended to give up. “But one of those who stayed at home can come in here.”

- Do not worry, we will go to another room, it closes.

We quickly moved into the next room and Anton closed the door. The room was twilight, she was only illuminated by the dim light of the lantern, which shone from the street.

Anton sat on the bed and turned on the quiet music on the phone. I stood in front of them and began to move slowly, like strippers. Only I did not have a pole. I slowly drove my hands over myself, squeezing my chest and buttocks, then began to lift the edge of the dress. Higher and higher and now my panties are peeking out from under him. I pulled up my dress and already visible my tummy. I got my dress in a lump in the chest area and I turned to Anton with my booty and started to twist it right in front of him.

I got so close that some movements touched his torso and I felt like he wanted to break and take me. My panties were wet through and they could have been squeezed. I felt his hand on my buttock. My pussy just demanded immediate sex, but I could still control myself.

“No, no, no,” I said softly. - Do not you know that you can not touch the strippers? I'll do everything myself.

He removed his hand. I turned to him and threw the dress over my head. I did not have a bra and Anton eagerly began to look at my breasts, I saw how he was holding back with the last of his strength so as not to rape me.

I came close to him, spread her hands over his legs and started rubbing her booty about his crotch. I felt a frantic riser that had been pinched by his own shorts and jeans. My ass went to the member pressed to the body up and down.

I turned to him and pulled off his T-shirt. An incredibly sexy guy with a pretty torso looked at me. I smiled and ran my hand over his pants. I was incredibly excited by this stone flesh, which I felt through the fabric.

I got on my knees in front of him and put my head on his hip so that the member in jeans was right at my face.

“That's it,” I said. - Happy with the gift?

“I want to continue,” Anton snapped.

“We only negotiated for a striptease,” I purred, touching the fabric that was separating me from my penis with my lips. - You got even more, I'm without a bra today.

But Anton was no longer listening, he began to unbutton his jeans, and I remained seated on the floor in front of him. Various thoughts came to my head. I did not want to betray Andrew, but my body craved sex and debauchery. I wanted Anton to take possession of me right now. But I didn’t want to destroy my relationship with Andrey either. Andrew was a wonderful guy in all respects except that his love for me was a barrier to fulfilling my sexual fantasies. And I had a lot of them, and in them I craved humiliation, pain, suffering, and that would be treated as a thing or an animal. In general, I thought that the guy should satisfy his animal impulses in sex and not think about the girl, but just fuck her until she loses her pulse.

While I was thinking about all this, Anton was already standing before me only in shorts. His cock was on the level of my face. He gently took a hand pushed me in the back of my head and I nuzzled his pants. even through them, I felt the indescribable smell of male lubricant that wets the head. My head was spinning.I could no longer resist my desire. All my plans for an account to simply tease Anton were ruined. I was ashamed and I was terribly afraid that Andrew would be back now.

“Come on,” said Anton commandingly.

- Just promise that Andrei will not know anything.

“Okay, I won't tell him what a slut you are.”

The word slut had an effect on me as an aphrodisiac. I ran my hand into his pants and pulled out a member. He was right on my face and I could smell lust on him. It was pretty big and wide handsome. With one hand, taking it by the base, and stroking the testicle with the other, I slowly plunged it into my mouth. He had a pleasant salty taste. My boyfriend always washed his dick before the blowjob and he was never salty, but Anton apparently didn’t undermine today, as he didn’t expect a gift in the form of my mouth.

I walked the tongue on the head, I began to slowly move my head, swallowing more and more, and then pulled out so that my lips would touch only the edges of the head. I did it faster and faster, planting deeper and deeper. At one point, I realized that I could not swallow anymore, since the member was too big for my mouth. But Anton put his hand on my head and began to stick my mouth to the very base of the penis. I gasped, drooling flowed down my chin, flowing down the legs of Anton and my body. He let me out and I coughed. He brought the member to my face, but raised it so that I took up the testicles. I licked and sucked them, and in the meantime he drove a member across my face smearing makeup. My face was wet from my own spittle, which he wiped on me.

Anton rudely took my hair and pressed my face into the bed. I still stood on my knees on the floor, but now I was bent over the bed and it turns out that I was cancer. My ass bummed out and Anton relishly slapped on it for all his strength. Then he took the panty gum and abruptly pulled them down.

“Don't,” I said, not even trying to resist.

- Shut up, you slut, today you will work out my gift to the fullest.

Anton sharply parted my legs and began to drive a member of my pussy. She had been wet for a long time and was running out of juices, and every time when he slightly spread my labia with his head, there was a quiet, damp sound. Madness seized me, I incredibly wanted him to enter me. I forgot about everything: Andrew, shame, loyalty, all the moral principles that I had. I played. I just wanted to tease Anton, and now I’m thirsty for him to enter me, to fuck him unconscious, for the first time in my life I felt like a whore and almost finished this thought.

- Well, come on already, - I ached, in a mad fit of lust.

- Who wants to be fucked?

- I! - I moaned.

- Who are you?

- Your slut, fuck your slut! - I shouted.

Unable to keep myself in hand, I myself began to drive my hips trying to implant myself on Anton's member. He took me by the waist, put a member of the pussy and abruptly entered the entire length. He fucked me with strong measured shocks. I was a little hurt by unaccustomed, because my boyfriend has a smaller dick, but it was the sweet pain of a whore who fucked with all his might.

But Anton accelerated everything and I was already shaking with pleasure and I finished with voluptuous moans. And Anton puffed and moved stronger and faster inside me. I realized that he would finish soon and began to pinch his hips.

“Not to me,” I moaned under his pushes tearing at my bosom.

He again grabbed my hair, pulled the penis out of my pussy, brought it to my mouth and stuffed it with all my strength right into my throat. I felt his tension, and a fiery jet of sperm poured down my throat. Flow, flow, flow ... I thought that I would choke. Finally, he finished and pulled a member from his mouth and wiped it on my hair.

“Go clean up if you don't want Andrei to know,” said Anton, falling heavily onto the bed.

I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up. I was incredibly scared that Andrew will come right now and see me like this - all in drool, smelly sperm, with smeared make-up on the face.

When after 20 minutes the guys came in with a booze, Anton and I, as if nothing had happened, sat at the table and ate salads. Andrey sat down to me and kissed me.I was very afraid that he would understand something to taste of lips or smell from his mouth (even though I rinsed him), but everything worked out.

My boyfriend did not understand, for him I was an angel, but in my heart I was a lustful slut. This is the most pleasant feeling - to know that I am a whore who has satisfied her lust, and my boyfriend does not even suspect about it.