For some reason I wanted to move, dance, chtoli ... It was probably the fault of the drinks that I was brought with enviable constancy. The governor’s hand, more and more often, crawled from the waist a little lower, or, on the contrary, ran across the open-cut back, making the creeps running fussily over my skin. It did not cause disgust for me. Rather, I already liked such attention ... such a person.

I am not that relaxed - rather, I accepted the role. Looking at how the powerful of this world (town and region) bow to this man, gradually I came to understand that little depends on me. If he wants, then everything will be. And that he wants, I had less and less doubt. This was felt in his gaze, in his touch, in the impatience with which he hurried to go around all the guests, dragging me behind him like a dog. Of course I had a choice. Either in a good way or in a bad way. I liked the first one more.

The world in which my boyfriend stayed was now so far away ...

Carried away by the owner farther from the guests, I was soon in the greenhouse. No one was here. Only beautifully illuminated exotic plants, fragrant as the last time. Here, the governor’s hand for the first time lay on my buttock. Despite the fact that I was sort of ready for this, I shivered:

- Mikhail Evgenievich? ...

“Come here,” looking at my innocently wide-open eyes, the governor drew me somewhere deep into the undergrowth. He breathed more often, his neck turned red from behind. It's funny how the instinct of self-preservation works. How do they say? “If violence cannot be avoided, then you need to relax and have fun”? Now that I had a clear idea of ​​what was waiting for me, I felt ... impatience. That dizzying adventure, which I had been experiencing for already an hour, turned all ideas about right and wrong in my head. Conscience, clouded by the proximity of gingerbread, which I had never dreamed of before, washed my hands and promised to come back later. An extraordinary evening demanded an extraordinary finale, and, going over the heels, carried by the hand to the aged ladies in the thicket of foreign burdocks, I felt that I was ready for anything.

Having decided that he had dragged me to the most romantic place in the greenhouse, the governor turned round and, not letting me come to his senses, pressed me to his waist and kissed me on the lips. I flared like a match. It was not disgusting. I readily responded to the kisses of the old man, and it was only much later that I discovered what doses and of what substance flowed into me with drinks that evening and now wandered through the veins, making me flicker like a cat.

When his hand dived into the neck of my dress in front and squeezed my bare chest, I just sighed softly. It should be noted that Mikhail Evgenievich was passionate and acted as a romantic young man, somehow reminding me even of my Vitalik. There was no particular cynicism that I was afraid of in his actions. Only greed and impatience. When his hand began to lift up my dress from behind, I, having completely lost control of myself, put my palm on his groin, squeezing lightly. There, to my surprise, it was soft, and the governor immediately dropped my hand. As if ashamed, he turned away and again, grabbing my hand, dragged me somewhere. I was on the go, trying to straighten a short dress, so as not to shine buttocks. We went through the glass door to the wide staircase and went up to the second floor. There was a guard standing there, he glanced over me with a deadpan look. I, disheveled, lowered my eyes, ready to fall through the ground in embarrassment. Yevgenyevich did not pay any attention to him. He pushed the second door and led me into a large room. Looking around, I realized that this is a bedroom.The huge bed, which was difficult to call anything else “tradrohrom”, was located under a large round mirror on the ceiling.

- Take off your clothes, - without looking at me, the governor, still red as a tomato (even if there was no blow to him), went into the small bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I was left awkwardly standing in the middle of an empty, cold and alien bedroom. Hesitantly took a few steps to the bed. What to do? If he comes out and sees me still dressed, he can get angry. And I did not want to see how angry the governor was. She kicked off her shoes with enjoyment, moving her toes.

The bathroom door opened when I, standing with my back to it, was wearing a dress. In some stockings and panties, I turned to a man whom I had previously seen only in the box. Now he was wrapped with a towel across the torso, and apparently there was nothing more on him. Even the kind of clumsy, paunchy body with gray hair on my chest could not put out the hormones that were raging in me. Covering my chest with my hands, I slid onto the bed, looking at the approaching man through the eyes of a deer. His groin was now bristling. Surely, in the bathroom he hid pills for such cases.

Having spread my arms to the sides, he lay down on top. The hairs on his chest tickled my nipples. I closed my eyes and just relaxed. If you do not see, then you can let the excitement do everything for you. He was really good at kissing, and when his lips closed on my nipple, I groaned at all, not even pretending. Impatiently, I was tugging at the knot on his towel, and he stood on his elbow and allowed me to take it off. Without looking down, I felt a tense phallus. He sat on the bed, legs apart, and handed me a condom. My hands were shaking a little, I myself had never worn it before.

- What are you doing! ... For the first time, or what? - however, Evgenievich did not look displeased, taking the wet rubber ring from me - try it like this.

I did not even immediately understand what was required of me when he brought it to my mouth. This I have not tried, even with my boyfriend! But now was absolutely not the case when you can break, portraying innocence. I obediently opened my mouth, and a condom lay on my tongue. He had some taste, I did not understand. Throwing my hair to the side so as not to be confused, I squinted at his genital organ and dropped my mouth over it. I had to tinker until I realized how my lips had to roll a little ring on the trunk. While I was doing this, Evgenievich pulled off my panties, and thick fingers lay back on my crotch. Immediately he did not give me up, holding him by the head, and I had to caress his trunk in the condom with my mouth for a bit. My head was spinning, but at the bottom everything was wet. Consciousness as it were separated from the body: I ​​understood how disgusting and unnatural that I do, but the body lived its life, looking forward to intercourse.

Finally, pulling me out of bed, so that I became socks on the floor, and my chest was left lying on the cool sheets, he entered me from behind. I squeaked a little and shook. The orgasm was unnatural. There was a feeling that I was finishing, and at the same time I could not finish. It stretched for a few minutes, during which a man pushed his organ into me. Voiced slaps on the buttocks only strengthened this effect. Then the posture changed - I lay sprawled on my back, and he, lifting one of my legs to the ceiling, pressing me down with my volumetric belly, entered into me from above. Meeting the gaze of my reflection from above, I shyly turned away. For a long time my elderly lover was not enough. Lurching at me with all his weight, he groaned and twitched, pouring his seed into the condom. I stroked his back in exhaustion until he was quiet.

He breathed just scary - with wheezing, like a locomotive. His cock slipped out of me. I wanted to crawl out from under him or at least roll him aside, but I was afraid to do it, and waited for him to decide that he was able to get off of me.

After another couple of minutes, when I was already beginning to choke under this carcass, he rolled off my side, and, stretching out on his back, covered his eyes with his hand.His bloated fighter in a wet raincoat completely disappeared into curly thickets .... Read more →