Has always been inclined to experiment. Plus sbycha dream. Do you think this is all easy and free? Not! For sbychi need to match!

With Vanechka we met again on the site. Not BDSM. He had never heard, and did not see the sight. I was exactly ten years younger. Our first meeting was fun. He took me to a cafe after work, fed me sushi that I had long wanted. Required nothing. But I did not want to let him go. Hooked!

Height below me in heels (and I am about 182 in heels) on the head. Moderately plump military. The bearing is visible immediately, confirmed that the military. Found a sauna. The girl at the reception looked at me with such an evil look that I felt uneasy. Yes, and na ...

We had an hour. Conversations, which have not yet sounded, steam for pro forma. The pool turned ugly, with stagnant trough water. I can not tolerate such, did not dare. Vanya did not ask for anything. But I'm on edge. Is this how it will end? Hrenushki.

I know what you want! I remove the sheet from the loins. Women are wound from the chest, and men only from below. I take it in my mouth. Little ... And in his mouth falls, as it was here. Suck with pleasure, like candy. Straining. I take the initiative in my hands. "Come on the bed, it will be more convenient."

Stele sheets in the "rest room" on a failed bed two by two. Third-rate sauna, disgusting ... Although space prices and advertising give regularly! I know, I'm doing this damn advertising myself.

He fucks me like a jackhammer, but for some reason I am pleased. Pressure, passion - everything is there. Climbs into the ass, asking if ...

And then a knock at the door. Yes, we are busy, go to the stump. A knock does not stop. Vanechka ends after five minutes of knocking! “Young people, you have 15 minutes left” - the girl from the reception shouts through the door. Roly falls near and laughs. I laugh in your voice! And then a brilliant idea comes to my mind - and you, bitch, 10 minutes from our time, did you try to turn on the TV, which we don’t need?

For 15 minutes, had time to wash, get dressed. We leave. The girl looks even angrier at my contented, no, satisfied face!

A month has passed. She remembered Vanya, but somehow casually, not so much, but also without discontent.

The message on the site: "Hello, what about mzhm?"

Oh how. But she wanted for a long time. Okay, I enter into a dialogue.

- And what is the option?

- There is.

I think. And suddenly there is a desire. Thoughts breed fantasies.

- Come on. My script, your performance.

- Come on.

- Something suffered me! Yes, I agree on mzhm, then, of course, the apartment is unique. My script, your study! Two friends under brandy, order a prostitute. You can contact me according to this “status”. The more real you do it, the more interesting to me! Plus photo shoot. Pour me desirable, to relax. In terms of sex - complete freedom. But most importantly, I want you to pay me. It's not a sum, let it be at least a hundred rubles. The very fact that is important to me is how you do it, it's up to you, it all depends on your imagination! The more realistic the game, the better. I want to gossip like this. I will take my camera, you can take pictures as you like! About propriety we forget completely! Yes, if you want something harder, in principle, you can even flog me, but without fanaticism, of course. If it seems to me that there is going over something, in this case we come up with a stop word and stop the game, okay?

- Good! Do you have any toys? Take with you. Cum where you can?

- I'll take the toys. Cum anywhere!

The meeting is scheduled for Saturday evening. All day I'm on treason.

SMS: "We are in place, address ..."

Answer: “I leave”

I'm going in a taxi. SMS: "What is your underwear?" Answer: "No, Stockings and a dress on a naked body." - "Damn, as I wanted." - "Whores underwear is not supposed to." - "Probably!"

The game has begun!

Vanechka meets at the entrance. Apartment - clean council! Floors - painted boards. For some reason, the blue ceramic tiles in the bathroom are painted with red paint.Yes, even moronic inscriptions on the doors and walls about washing hands, feet and about cocoa in the toilet. Fuck, where did you find this apartment? And you can not smoke, the rules hang on the walls! In addition, these two reptiles drank almost all the cognac, while I was traveling by taxi to them. I got a couple of glasses. Cognac from the glasses - a perversion. But in rented apartments or mugs or glasses. No other is intended. I am so lightly stroked on a chair with playful pens. Fingers in open places climb, and pulls me to talk.

Separately about the outlook. I have stockings, I can not tolerate pantyhose, but in Siberia I cannot do without them. And yet - you want to feel like a woman with a capital letter, put on her stockings. And the dress is very thematic! The lock in front, and the top and bottom open the same. The boys didn’t have enough pull on the rings, so they stroked and caressed in turns as usual, lifting the skirt up!

- How did you manage to find such an apartment?

- You know. It was difficult, the feeling that the whole city A. ... Fucks on rented apartments on Saturday evening!

- Well yes. Okay, on Saturday, Friday morning ... - I remember the bike. - I had such a friend. I came here on a visit from Hochland to my uncle on Lake Baikal, to go fishing, and so it hovered for two years. We met with him rarely, but aptly! He wanted a fairy in white. Suits I can do. In white, so in white. White stockings, panties, T-shirt lace. I was looking for an apartment, he paid, of course. I meet him at the door all in white. He is going to bed me. Panties out, Fuck notably. We finish. We rest. We go to the kitchen, smoke, drink coffee. Bare both already, on me one stockings remained, on it nothing at all. Suddenly we hear the key turning in the doors of the entrance. A couple walks into the hallway. We are in shock. Andryukha has a towel on her hips and there ... Guys, but in fact here is occupied ... And the owner gave us the keys! Hurt yourself. Call the owner of the apartment. Oh, sorry, confused! So the whole city A ... not only on Saturdays is fucking on rented apartments! Ah, I have a suit with me. Show you.

The boys screamed in unison - yes! The costume is called “Tyrolean Waitress”. A red-white-black lace apron with lacing, white circles and white butt around the breasts. And to him I still had red knee-high socks with a black arrow thrown over. In general, when I looked at the photo at home, I was on my own in ahue!

I look, the second, Zheka, so with a pitch look and drill. Vanya, too, noticed it and unobtrusively - in short, I'm in the shower, and here you have fun.

But he himself, an infection, grabbed the camera, the paparazzi, damn it. And Zheka didn’t think long, he piled on the bed and put in. Here I love it. Without preludes and prefaces. You want to take it, you do not want it - it is free. And then there's Vanka running around with a camera. Turn me on this brutally. I growl, my dick in my mouth, so as not to scream.

And then she went into complete confusion. It's funny when you are caressing four hands, fucking two cocks, plus rubber toys. This is something with something I will tell you. Memory cuts off completely. To convey sensations in words is almost impossible. Who, where and how many finished, hell knows. I remember one thing - a sandwich. I sat on Vanechkin member, and climbed in the ass wih. To move in this position does not make sense. It is simply impossible. They moved, both! The first to fall off was Zheka, Vanka, and so he lay, I had to lay me on my back, preferably, as the roof went, the house stood. And thank God, that was ... Fall between them.

- How are you?

- I do not know ... Now I lie down.

- Are you tired?

- Fuck wait!

I am happy as a hundred Indians.

If the orgy is not deposited in the memory in any way, except for complete satisfaction on the emotional and physical level, then the last two episodes are imprinted in memory well.

Zhenka. Lying around (Vanya moved to the sofa), runs his hand on the back, I purr.

- A massage do you know how?

- Massage? Easy.

Sits on top. Kneads shoulders, lower back. I am relaxing. And he, the infection, inserts a member into me. Massage, damn it! We finish both. Out of the corner of my eye I see Vanechka ducking his cock, looking at us. Not order. I slip out of bed, take it in my mouth. Here, with its size, the throat swallow is a pleasure! What is there ... Drool, snot, tears. And he holds his hair and puts it. Yes, and ...

Break out, sit down on top. It is in love with him.

- Wait, let go, I want to finish on you.

Oh how. Baba is near, all your holes, and you are your hands! Oh and good. Sprawled on the couch, tummy tumbled, her chest bulged out. On! Eat up.

The first time I saw a man jerking off. We are not given. We pity we affectionately. And then ... With force, with pressure, I thought, tear off oh ... the first drops fell on the stomach, and then a stream on the chest. Damn, warm ... And added to the lower abdomen. The latter, could not resist, picked up her mouth, it is a pity to disappear. Licked off the head. And she leaned back on the couch. Smeared a hand over the stomach, between the breasts, on the breast immediately milky-white stains formed. Who said that sperm is transparent? Fuck you! Hand licked. Yummy! Well not in a mouth, and?

The phones of the men for all this time almost got hot. Well, it's time to go home. Collected my toys. Finally, I say:

- That's because my whole script for pussy went.

- Yeah! Yes, hammer it. After all, it was cool.

And, really, cool!

In a taxi with the driver immediately established contact. When a woman sits down next door, from which she has sex a mile away, the driver, even at the wheel, cannot control herself. On the way, just chatting about nothing! He waited for me at the kiosk while I bought cigarettes, then drove to the porch. I wanted to seduce him ... It was painfully open. But after two members at the same time and in turn, the forces are gone.

I reread the text and am terrified. I stopped writing music with words, but I learned how to write with ordinary human language! When you write in a diary, you do not think that someone will read. Or maybe it should be?

Diana Tim Taris