The first story of the cycle

- Mom, I will find you the best nurse - a full, well-groomed, well-dressed woman lifted from the chair, hugging an old woman lying on the bed - I have one candidate in mind, she is a medical student, Anya, a very positive girl ...

- Daughter, do not worry, go, rest. Two years have not rested - the old woman put knotted palms on the shoulders of a woman ...

* * *

The doorbell sounded alarming and somehow even demanding. Turning off the water, wiping her hands on the apron, Anna left the kitchen, walked along a long, richly decorated corridor and opened the front door.

On the threshold stood a tall, very plump young man, in a sweat-wet shirt and with a diplomat in his hands. Without waiting for an invitation, the guest entered the apartment, in a businesslike way, closing the door behind him. In order not to be knocked down, the girl hastily took a step back.

- Kirill Vladimirovich, hello. Your mother said that you would stop by and give the first part of my payment for ... - the girl stammered a little, stammering.

- Here - the man grunted, putting the diplomat on the floor, took out a pocket of trousers and threw a thin wad of five-thousand bills tied with an elastic band on the bedside table.

- Thank you ... Maybe you have some tea? - Trying not to look at the money, Anya said, wiping her hands on the apron, almost dry.

Without answering, the man fixed his colorless eyes on the girl. Short, thin, blond hair gathered in a ponytail. Despite the heat, the girl was wearing a thin green sweater and faded jeans. And in the kitchen apron, on which, under Cyril's gaze, the girl continued frantically to wipe her hands already completely dry.

The man pulled two more wet five-thousand-dollar bills out of his shirt pocket and threw them onto a wad of money.

- Why is this? Marina Viktorovna and I agreed on ... - Anna blinked, widening her eyes.

The man stretched out his hand, grabbed the little girl by the wrist, pulled her to him, and with all his weight pressed Anna to the wall. The girl smelled of cleanliness, pies and ... fear.

- Let's go to the bathroom - did not ask, but Cyril approved, stretching his lips to the girl's neck.

- Kirill Vladimirovich, let go! I will scream! - stammered, the girl chastened, turning her head and resting her palms on the massive, wet chest of the newcomer.

“And I’ll tell the police that you stole the Chinese service, and also smashed this damn thing, especially my mother’s favorite — after throwing bad breath on the girl’s face, the blackmailer hissed, reached out, grabbed a porcelain figurine from the shelf and threw it in her hand.

- Ten pieces are not yet given to every whore — the man tore the girl off the wall, turned her face to the bathroom by the shoulders and not strongly, but firmly pushed her back.

- What are you, better than them? - he boomed, slapping the girl on the thin buttocks.

- I do not need this money, take them away! - in the voice of the girl through the notes of despair.

Cyril pushed the girl into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

* * *

The area of ​​the bathroom was more like a small room. Jacuzzi, patterned sink with gold-plated taps, toilet and even a bidet.

Stopping near the sink, Anna turned around, staring at Kirill in a dreadful way. Blocking the girl to the door, the man turned on the water, putting his hand on the girl's buttock.

“Be a good girl and take off your clothes,” the fat man said, pulling on the knot of the apron on the girl's back.

- Release me ... Please! - With tears in her eyes, the girl rushed to the side.

Cyril put his hand aside, clasping the damsel by the chest.

- Why don't you like something? Not for free after all! The man whispered hotly, laying his hand on the back of the girl’s head and dropping her on her knees.

The difference in the build quite allowed him to do it.

Having shown miracles of dexterity, a sharp turn of the head, Anna freed her head and jerked toward the door.Grabbing the unhappy by the ankles, tearing home slippers from the girl’s legs, Kirill pulled Anna to her, turning her back.

“I see, you don't want to be an obedient girl?” Do not want in a good way? The man growled, holding the girl with his left hand for the top of the sweater, pushing it back and clenching the right fist.

With her eyes full of tears, Anya looked at the villain.

- Well ?! - a man with all his strength shook the girl, tearing the lapel of her thin green sweater.

- Want! - cried out Anya and burst into tears.

- What you want? - Kirill calmly asked again, letting go of the torn girl’s sweater.

“For good — the girl sobbed through tears, trembling and covering her face with her hands.

- Well ... And then she burst into tears, burst into tears ... - the man muttered with a hint of apology, straightening up, helping her to stand up on her feet and to Anna.

- The money is not comic - Kirill muttered, putting the girl facing the wall, between the sink and the toilet.

- Raise your hands, palms leaned against the wall - a man whispered in his ear to the girl, pressing her against the wall with all his overweight.

Trying to keep her sobs, Anna complied.

Putting his palms on the shoulders of the girl, Cyril bent down, breathing in the scent of girlish hair. With the crown, Anya reached the man exactly across the chest.

- You take it in my mouth, okay? I’m still five-fives - a man pressed against the girl's tailbone with his tense groin.

Sobbing and swallowing tears, without turning around, the girl nodded slightly.

Having let go of the girlish shoulders, Kirill embraced Anin’s belly with his left hand, opened his apron with his right hand and took up the tongue of lightning on the girl’s jeans. Lightning screamed, a button clicked. Sensing some stirring on her tailbone, Anya pressed her forehead against the wall, trying to equalize her heartbeat.

- Then you let me go? - barely audible whispered girl.

Because of the sound of flowing water, Cyril did not hear the question and did not answer. Instead, he pulled off the girl's jeans to the floor, exposing the white, red peas, Ani panties. The girl shivered slightly and sniffled.

Gripping his fingers over the elastic of the panties, bending over, Cyril pulled them off. Straightening, he glanced over the white skin of skinny girlish buttocks.

- Turn around - he exhaled, put his hands on Anina's hips, turning the girl to face him.

The apron hid the most interesting. Pulling Anya over, the man walked behind the girl, easily coped with the bundle. Throwing the apron aside, again, like a doll, Cyril unfolded Anya to face him.

Lobok girl was clean shaven. Only the lips of the labia themselves covered a neat grove of dark, short and fairly thick hair. However, the clitoris and the labia themselves, neat, tight to each other, were clearly visible.

Surprised by what he saw, the man extended his hand, wanting to touch the miracle.

- I ... I ... I am still a virgin ... - shaking her head, swallowing tears, the girl backed away, got entangled in jeans and fell on her back, hitting the back of her head with the back of her head.

While undoing the pants of his trousers, the man took a step towards the insensitive girl lying on the tiled floor. Anya’s head rested on the toilet seat crown, her chin pressed into her chest. The maiden dark mound drew his eyes in contrast to the white skin of the pubis.

Slowly, not taking his eyes off the lying girl, Kirill took off his shoes, took off his pants and underpants, folded them neatly and laid them on the shelf. Remaining in some socks and a shirt, he rose above Anya's chest, spreading her legs. A member of Cyril, big and fat, has not yet gained enough strength.

Crouching over the girl's face, the man lifted Ani's head with his palms.

- Just like that, just suck it ... - blowing sweat drops from his forehead, Kirill whispered, directing Anino's face exactly on his penis.

* * *

The first thing that Anya saw, returning to reality, was the head of the penis, surrounded by the foreskin. And the sickening smell of sweat, urine, and something else. Invisible force nudged the girl's buzzing head in the back of the head. Groaning, Anna felt ...