Yegorych did not like the New Year. He never acquired a family in his long life, his fellow soldiers left this world, leaving him alone. After the heart attack, he himself walked a little. Therefore, when the doorbell rang in the evening, he didn’t want to get up from the sofa for a long time. In the morning he measured the pressure, grunted cognac for lunch, having thus spent the old year, and now he went to bed to watch TV.
Someone squeezed the bell and did not let go. Irritatingly shuffling slippers, Yegorych plodded to open the door.
On the threshold in front of him stood the Snow Maiden - a charming young creature with a chiseled figure, golden curls, an angelic face and a playful look of brown laughing eyes.
- I did not call, - Egorych indifferently looked at the girl’s bold outfit. She was wearing a short fitted coat, barely covering the shame, a fur hat and high boots. The whole costume was decorated with white fur ruffles and iridescent silver and turquoise.
- This is a gift! - having twisted her hips, the girl took two steps forward, and Yegorych shyly retreated, letting her enter.
- Where is Santa Claus? - he closed the door behind her.
Maiden burst into vulgar laughter.
- And you, dad, do not miss! - she took off her shoes and, wagging his ass, walked into the hall. - I like these.
There she awaited a pitiful sight. In the middle of the room on the bare floor lay a dead sofa-bed without legs and backs. A dirty, dirty-colored blanket half slid down, exposing a faded spot in the center. In the corner was an old lamp-tv. A shabby desk-book sideways propped up a leaning closet. Everywhere there were bales of yellowed newspapers and books. Rags, similar to clothes lay on the closet, under the closet and even on the windowsill.
“Poverty is not a vice,” she thought, looking sadly at the miserable situation. - It is necessary to please the old man.
In one sharp movement, she unzipped the zipper and took off her fur coat, standing in front of Egorych in panties and a red silk bust.
- What are your wishes? - she innocently blinked her eyelashes, smiling at the landlord.
He towered before her in a terry-gray robe and worn slippers. All gray, with bald spots, beard and mustache. On the nose glasses with thick lenses in a massive frame. Her wide-open black eyes watched her closely. Not a single muscle on his face quivered since she entered. His huge belly hung below the belt, barely fitting in the folds of the robe.
“Braid your braids, granddaughter,” he muttered in a hoarse voice.
***
She sat him down on the sofa, pulled out a scrotum that looked like a sticky hairy bag of milk, and, sideways, thrusting her head under a warm pulsating arch, slowly pulled a delicate, smooth, pebbled, plum-sized egg with a fold in the middle.
He was breathing heavily and was in no hurry to get excited. It took about ten minutes before his penis began to take elastic shape. Then she threw her grandfather on his back and, deftly rolling the condom on the trunk of his penis, jumped onto the sofa and squatted behind her stomach.
Leaning back with her whole body, she rested her hands on the sofa and began eagerly fucking the client, gradually accelerating the pace. Now she moaned loudly, not holding back. She always did that not to think about the client. Closing her eyes and touching him only with a causal place, she met not with a decrepit toothless grandfather, but with a hot macho, her Master.
At this point, the client grabbed her ass, and she woke up. His middle finger with his nail rested against her anus.
- Can? He croaked.
She stared at the old man in surprise. Between them, the dome of the belly measured up.
“Today you can,” she purred in response.
***
He pulled her slender body into a string, before that she carefully smeared her bony ass. He sat down behind her and straightened his shoulders, he took a deep breath, aimed at the pale pink star — she widened hospitably — and, falling down, spread all over the couch on the sofa.
She bent over with a sprat, screeched under him, but said nothing. His scrotum stuck to a warm, broken-up melon. Having broken heavy eggs, he again hit the melon.
- You think, Lenka, I did not recognize you? - He wheezed in her ear, grabbing the pigtails and pulling with all his strength towards himself. The skin on her face stretched to her ears. His saliva hung and stuck to her cheek.
- Hey, easy, dad! She screamed.
But he did not notice these screams. He fucked her urine, not paying attention to the ever-increasing chest pain. In his head there was a fog and the spring of the 42nd, when one young nurse spun an affair with a staff officer, while everyone considered him dead.
***
“How does he know my name?” Flashed through Lenka’s head. Her anus was well designed, but her grandfather got so enraged that she regretted that she agreed. Here, as luck would have it, the phone in her purse began to vibrate.
Grandfather wheezed, his breath became intermittent. Suddenly a member in her pope twitched in time with the phone. She felt sluggish sperm being pumped inside. Grandfather flinched for the last time and stopped, falling on her.
She quietly stretched out her hand and took the phone out of her purse.
- Where do you go, scum? - shouted at her lord. - The client from the 42nd is already the third time calling me.
“42nd, 42nd”, - Lenka frantically tried to remember at what point she wanted to go to the 24th.
Cooling sticky body of his grandfather as a jelly wrapped it from all sides. A dead snake slid out of a hot broken ass and smiled sadly with a purple ball instead of an eye.
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7 At the end they slanted, in every sense :)
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This is a story for a New Year's contest on another site (the contest did not take place). One of the conditions was a size limit. I needed plot completeness and plot presence. Actually, you voiced it: “A decent life leads to a glorious death.”
And what end of this story do you see?
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Cheer up a bit, something like this:
He bent her thin body, before this she carefully put on her own concealment. Sev on her back and spreading the shoulders, he deeply sighed, enchanted himself in a bright pink, and sat his arm, his apropos.
She sprat proclaimed, screeched beneath him, but nothing said. His scoop is stuck to a warm, splitting melon. After removing heavy eggs, he again struck at the melon.
- Do you think, Lenka, I didn’t recognize you ?! - he rasped in her ear, taking hold of the kosichki, and with all the power she had drawn on herself. The skin on her face was drawn to her ears. His saliva hung and stuck to her cheek.
- Hey, easier, fuck it! - he has condemned it.
But he did not notice these cries. He was throbbing her with his water, not paying attention to the ever-increasing precarious pain. In the head of him a mist and sun of the 42nd, when one young woman got screwed up with a tapeworm, was considered dead to all.
***
“How does he know my name?” - small in Lenk's head. Her anus was well-crafted, but the grandfather got tired, and he was angry, and he consented. Here again, how is telephony in the bag started vibrating.
She tried to get out from under the overweight body, but her grandfather, like a cavalryman on a hot horse, deftly holding on to an improvised bit, skilfully rode on a neat little girl's croup.
The phone again insistently buzzed, and a sudden thought made her throw up like a stung, stretching a string to the side of the bag.
- Suddenly it is Mr. Her ?! Need to answer immediately! - the bitch's anus involuntarily shrank in anticipation of the owner's wrath
Groaning from new sensations in a young ass caught by a member, the pensioner leaned heavily. He bent his sweaty back with a round belly, groaning in the approach of orgasm.
- Let go, you bastard! Yes, let me go, damn hog! They call me! - in panic screamed girl pinned heavy carcass.
- No, Lenka, now I won't let you go ...
A squib of firecrackers slamming outside the window drowned out the irritated wail of the bare Snow Maiden.This is the most impatient tenants have already started to celebrate the New Year under the merry cries of the tipsy companies. Through the filthy windows, the little room was lit by flashes of fireworks, multi-colored flashes pulling out of the darkness desperate attempts of the soaked bitch to get to the phone.
She managed to turn around to the couch and now she stubbornly moved toward him, bucking her backside, hoping to throw off the stubborn client. It seemed a colorful cannonade welcomed the improvised Father Frost galloping on the back of a lively fawn.
Egorych himself did not notice anything around, the tears of firecrackers finally brought him back to the fighting youth. Hugging his hands in the fidgety body of the whore, he lovingly pressed him to his side, closing him from the festive shelling:
- Everything is fine Helen ... I'm with you, now everything will be fine ...
One of the breaks flared up especially brightly, flashing a hot needle with a hot heart, froze on the retina with a bright spot beckoning the soul through the surrounding darkness. The fingers of the hoarse old man unclenched, relaxed dropping the body behind the leaping up girl. She, delighted with the disappearance of the heavy burden, first of all pulled the cell phone out of her purse and only then turned back.
A furious hail of the Lord frantically filled the room, but Lenka hardly heard him screaming, staring at a breathless body, sharpening a member of which, like a guard of honor, was shooting sperm above grinded Yegorych.
- Where are you going, do you mean? - Said on her State. - The client from 42nd is already three times calling me.
One of the drops from the bolt that had been seen before the gentlemen of the past slammed onto the speaker, muffling the voice of the new Lord.
“I am wringing you the skin of a scamp, proshmandovka! If you didn’t go to sheku seconds, you will not be in the mesh, then you had better not go in!
New Year solemnly echoed down the country, leaving a puzzled whore to reflect on what led her instead of the 42nd to the 24th.
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She laughed heartily. Thank! The ending really can and should have been pulled. May be. But the rule was this: 5 thousand characters with spaces. And here it is already 5100.
In addition, your style turns everything into a farce. I have more drama. I want to feel sorry for everyone.
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I love to break the rules: P
But if you want it that way, then replace the lisping remark with “A daughter will go instead of you” and feel sorry for everyone :)
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Cool story, write more)
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Fine!
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