1. The executor of desires. Part 1
  2. The executor of desires. Part 2

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cramped up The palms are pressed tightly against the female hips and I slowly squeeze into the depths of her flesh. Vera screams.

- Further it is impossible, - she asks, having lowered a head on a sofa. Then I begin to receive the pleasure promised by her, pushing the excited end back and forth. The ass gives me a heady feeling. I hear how Vera moans, the initial pain has already released her, and she is ready to satisfy me to the fullest. Her chest sways to the beat of my thrusts, and the member enters already freely, disappearing in its depth of her anus and reappearing again. Few things in this world are cooler.

The ass is clapping at the touch of my pubis, and I understand that Vera is already tired. But I will make this girl finish - for the first time from anal sex. I stroke her tight buttocks, enjoying the warmth of a young snow-white skin, gently, reverently inserting a phallus, transmitting to Vera my excitement and closeness of the finale ...

She screams, a scream rolls over into a loud, delighted moan, and Vera shakes in an orgasmic wave. Satisfied ass squeezes my end at the time of the final push.

“You can in me,” she suggests in a hoarse voice, and the second wave approaches the edge of the head. I shoot Vera inside with a stream of sperm, lower her belly on the sofa and watch the white stream flow out of the hole ...

- I admit to you, never finished with the fucking in the ass, - I hear a quiet, relaxed voice when we lay in the darkness of the hotel room. Vacation from sex, mixed with the revelation of the night.

“You're a great lover,” I reply.

“And you are the coolest Santa Claus,” she smiles, and already with a light reproach, “Although not a producer.”

“Yes,” I confess to her. - Not a producer. Simply - the executor of desires.

“Oh, if only,” says Vera dreamily. And then I listen to her revelation.

- Do not think that I went with you because I was led to these tales about the stage and so on. I’m an adult girl and I know that men can scratch just to get the girl in bed ... Just don’t think that it’s so easy to separate me. You are just so unusual ... Even strange. Not like the others. But so wanted to believe you. There is something in you ...

She did not find words about me. She just snuggled closer and fell asleep, drowning her feelings in the depths of her sleep. And in the morning, when she was about to leave my room, Vera kisses me on the cheek and asks.

- Will we see you again?

“If you like,” I answer confidently. - But I know that in the near future this will not happen.

- And really a wonderful man, the other would have already lied with three boxes, - she smiles. - And I? What i am

She wants to hear my impressions. She does not believe that I let her go so easily. After the pleasure that Vera gave.

“You're talented,” she hears. “Now you will leave this door to a completely different life.” But if it has changed for you, know that you have achieved it yourself.

- Without you? - Vera is ironically surprised.

“I only let you ask for all this,” I inform her seriously and open the door ...

* * * *

In the cafe "Fantasia" today is even more crowded than last time. The shopping center is noisy, like an anthill, igniting the fireworks of the pre-holiday emotions and laughter, but my experienced hearing picks up a thin squeak. Squeak of sadness.

A lonely girl wipes her tears at the empty table. Devastated because her companion, an emotional type of guy, had freaked out a moment ago, accompanying his psycho with a statement about the girl, jumped up from the table and dumped him in a direction known only to him. This picture all see often. The boy and the girl once happily held hands, and in recent years everyone who thinks of each other is loudly saying. And they think, as a rule ... In general, you understand. Family quarrel. It is noticed by many, but no one interferes.

Nobody except me.

- Hello, Alain.

I sit down at a table at the place of the husband who ran away.She doesn’t seem surprised at my visit, doesn’t ask questions about how I know her name, but only sadly wipes her eyes by smearing cheap mascara. A pretty face and a fair body that once seduced men, and now sinking in waves of frustration. I, as always, on time.

- How do you live, beautiful? - I am interested, at the same time stretching a glass of ordered cognac - it is obviously useful to her. She finally gives me a glance and lowers her tear-stained eyes, remaining indifferent. Then in one gulp, without clinking with me, his unfamiliar guest, he pours alcohol into himself. Cognac pleasantly burns the larynx of the girl, dilutes the longing, and in her eyes there is a light of life.

- Sucks ... - gives back to Alain. Yes, I see it, honey.

- Life is a failure? - I clarify. She still does not ask who I am and what I need. With wistful longing looks to the side.

- Married for this ... goat ... - I hear. - I spoiled all my youth (instead of “spoiled”, she used a different word). Vaska the plumber. Well, is this a man? - with bitterness asks Alain. - Cannot earn, nor the fig appreciates me - not the husband, but the devil knows what. And how drunk ...

All the pain, all the disappointments of Alan's unfortunate personal life spills me out in one minute. But this minute seems like an eternity to me. Revelation of the girl, once imagining herself a princess, and now bored in the status of the wife of a simple plumber.

- Do you remember how you loved when Vasya met you near the school and carried you home in your arms? How did you kiss in the park behind a tree? And his inscription on the pavement under your window - "Good morning, my love!" ... You rushed to the window every morning and reread these words.

All this I tell her already. Alyona's eyes freeze on me.

“You know everything,” she says softly. “The devil will understand who you are and where you know everything from, but I don't give a damn about it ... I remember our novel, but Vasek just forgot.” No shit in life has not received, what she dreamed of. Damn, I feel bad.

I have to kill her now, otherwise Allen will not understand anything. And if he does not understand, then he will receive nothing.

- Yes, no, Alenushka. You are not bad yet, - calmly, but I say harshly. - Do you know who is bad?

- To whom?

And I show her hand to the side. Alyona turns her head in the direction of my palm and sees a tray with ice cream in the sales area. Behind the tray sits the seller.

Sad kid in a wheelchair. He is always at his workplace - responsible and unhappy.

“Is it because he can't walk?” - she sympathetically slaps her eyelashes.

- Not. It is because he is alone.

Alain is lost, does not know what to answer, but then again switches to herself.

- And how did Marat run after me ...

- Classmate?

She shakes her head sadly and affirmatively.

- And now - a tennis player from the world top ten, - I state. - Tournament winner, star athlete, star groom and ...

- A real handsome man, - adds Alain. In the girl's voice sounds sadness over the missed chances. - What he has become now ...

Her thoughts are carried along the line of time - far back.

- I confessed in love. Damn, he would have been more stable then. And I got Vaska. I did not understand anything, the idiot is young.

- It's never too late to fix everything.

I bring this thought to Alena, as an eternal, immutable truth.

- Oh, I do not believe - she is already vividly arguing with me. Simple female soul, bored by affection and celebration for the heart and body. - If missed, that's all. I don’t believe in anything.

Do you need a holiday, Alain? For this case there is me.

- Do you believe in Santa Claus? - fun interested.

Alain is changing in the face, and it seemed to me, her sadness is leaking, giving way to a surge of hope. She no longer looks at me detachedly, but the look of a girl gives a flash of good irony.

- You, perhaps, Santa Claus?

And as if in response to her question, Alena's cell phone is ringing. She becomes unhappy again.

“This is mine,” she tells me, believing that her husband is ringing, and irritably puts the included phone to her ear. After a second pales, then red, her breath spirals, and Alain freezes, like a statue, in a cafe chair.

- Marat? ...

The girl breathes in amazement, confusingly answering the phone.

- Hello ... I did not expect ... I'm here at one shopping center ... Yes, alone ...Yes, there is time ... See you? ... Now? ... Do you want to pick me up? ... Well, in general, I am free ...

Her companion says goodbye to her very soon, and Alyona can only look in amazement at my eyes.

- Is that you? ... Did you arrange it?

Why explain something to someone who understands everything. She is older and more experienced than the Faith, hence such insight. Alena had more to lose in life than Vera.

- What am I supposed to do? - confusedly asks the girl.

- Go on a date with Marat, a gentleman of your youth. You asked for this, - I have no other answer for Alena.

- Why do you want to fulfill my dreams? She suddenly asks another question. Somehow he looks at me in a new way, looks at me from head to toe and gives out. - What are you, me that ... Do you want?

And Alenka about it. I laugh loudly, but I appreciate her figure. Pouring on the chest of a ripe, experienced woman, juicy, rounded thighs, bursting with a narrow dress, a pretty face that has not yet taken the hint of old age ... And legs ... Pretty good. And the eyes, blue eyes now look like a young girl. Burn with passion and a twinkle of sexuality. And by desire!

“No, honey, we’re not going to have sex with you,” I assure her. “I just want to help you.” So, for free.

- Well, you give, - she smiles with incredulity. Then suddenly he remembers something, jumps up and snatches a mirror from his handbag.

- I look like? - excitedly asks Alain.

“Stunning,” I declare, raising my thumb, Alena swiftly lubricates her lips and eyelashes, and I admire her with a stout, bulging ass. Some people will like it too.

Another phone call sounds ...

Ending

9 comments
  • January 12, 2016 23:35

    I watch Vera becomes a regular hero of your stories. Longtime erotic dream?
    I really liked Santa Claus ... Oh, as I understand it, Vera.
    Waiting for the continuation.

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  • January 13, 2016 8:27

    Thank you, Marina).
    By Vera - well, the fetish has not yet reached)))

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  • Rinat (a guest)
    January 13, 2016 0:11

    Unusual story, did not expect under such tags. Attracted precisely fantasy. I read with interest and regretted that I was not Santa Claus. Although in some ways I can probably fulfill women's dreams. And of course my dear Vera inflamed my imagination. For quite some time now the image of a green-eyed blonde has become especially close to me. Thank you for one embodied fantasy.
    A small note: I would like more sensuality and beauty of the text in sex scenes. It seemed to me somewhat dry, as a given of the fact. But in general, the story tangled, very bad.
    I hope a good grandfather has not yet one dream to fulfill. I look forward to continuing.

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  • January 13, 2016 8:29

    Thank you for the detailed feedback, Rinat.
    Santa Claus is not as simple as many have already guessed).

    Continuation is already being added - a couple of days, and lay out.

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  • Rinat (a guest)
    January 13, 2016 10:02

    Well, I did not accidentally write that I hope for the unselfish kindness of Grandfather. Some distrust and even suspicion is still present. The film was of the same name, about a demon who fulfilled desires ... In a peculiar way.

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  • January 13, 2016 7:41

    I just really liked the sex scenes - in my taste) Great! Very interesting, what will end the story. And finally, will Frost be engaged in ice cream seller? Wait wait wait!
    Thank! Ten and my favorites.

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  • January 13, 2016 8:31

    Thank you, Nefertiti).
    Your literary experience gives you hints where to go without it).

    I hope the ending is like.

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  • January 13, 2016 6:22 PM

    And the maestro is not simple, as he shone with a new face.
    “Why, buddy? Yes, because I did not teach life from textbooks.
    Simply, I work, just, I work as a magician. Magician! "

    The first two miracles you performed perfectly.Let's see how to cope with the disabled.
    For Marat special thanks. It was impossible not to love this handsome man, it is a pity that he quickly rolled. I also loved Dinarochku: it looks like an ugly, but very hard-nosed girl.
    Waiting, waiting to continue.

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  • January 13, 2016 9:49 PM

    Yes, Marat rolled, but not in my story)).
    And the second miracle is not over.

    Thank you, Critic for your attention. As always, you are perspicacious). And still, I will try and surprise you.
    Continuation is not far off. I hope to finish well)) ...

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