Part 1
Why are people always drawn to adventure? Probably not enough adrenaline in life. We rush somewhere, sometimes radically changing our lives or losing it in search of something sharp and unusual. And I, too, is no exception. The habit of living alone and freedom in terms of movement constantly pushed me to search for vivid impressions, new men and some unusual sex from which I would blow my head. Having read different stories on various sites, I dreamed of trying something unusual, having an orgasm that had never happened before. But to decide on something is very difficult. It is terrible to cross some line. And therefore, when the girlfriend came, excitedly telling about her new hobby, I listened to her, mouth open. And she was talking about a new man, about tying, whips and other attributes of BDSM. Sex.

I watched videos of such a plan for a long time, and I liked it when a woman was forced to do something, the pain of others, dependence on the executioners and the execution of humiliating, vulgar and depraved orders led incredibly. And more than once I finished with the help of a toy, without taking my eyes off the screen with the executioner or his victim. Especially when he forced to finish his victim repeatedly with a vibrator and other devices.
I listened to Katka's story greedily, absorbing myself, asking for details. Seeing in me a genuine interest in this topic, she said that everything started from the site and gave a link to it. And now I was killing all my free time on this site. In order to be able to read and write there, I had to make an account. Eagerly reading the forums, understanding the concepts of relations between the sexes, more and more plunging into that atmosphere, slowly changing consciousness. And so the videos of such a plan were my home video.

Gradually, I was drawn into the topic. True, still not daring to write something there. But once decided to ask a question. And it was immediately noticed by a man who quite simply and competently explained the incomprehensible to me. Now, going there, I knew that I had an interlocutor. I did not understand much, and I patiently re-read stories, debates and opinions of opponents. Soon, I perfectly knew the theory of what a Topic is, who the Topics are and into which categories they are divided. Rules for these categories and so on, which is necessary for the session. But there was no practice, and if someone asked me about sensations, emotions and feelings, I either left the answer, or left the site under any pretexts.

Then one day this man offered me to meet. I was worried, but did not even give up. I immediately agreed, and since I was on vacation, I provided him the time and place of the meeting. He not only specified the place and time, he described to me how I should be dressed. I was funny listening to orders. But since I decided to play these games, I had to obey. And the next day I devoted to the search for underwear, black, but light from the circle of turning. Black stockings with elastic had to look longer. The leg is a little plump and the size to find is a problem. Any gum when putting on immediately roll off. But I coped with this problem. But the next one was a red dress and high-heeled shoes.
The meeting was scheduled in a small cafe near my house. I arrived at the entrance minute after minute without delay. I recognized you immediately: you showed me your photos before the meeting. The tenacious gaze of the dark-brown eyes of a predatory eye, a nearly shaved head, and a black, roughly one-day stubble. Some fear seized me. But you smiled at the corners of your lips and introduced yourself: "Ruslan." "Yes ... - I was confused, and seeing how your eyebrow raised in question, hastily added - I am Natasha."

The waiter took us to a table, almost in the center of the room. The truth was there was some big plant in the form of a bush, and apart from the man sitting next to me, I didn’t see almost anyone.“I made an order in advance,” you said, as if you knew all my attachments. I just silently bowed my head, agreeing with your choice. Suddenly a hot male hand lay on my knee under the table. I convulsively swallowed and tried to keep a surge of excitement that immediately covered me. A hand in a businesslike manner unceremoniously lifted the hem of the dress, exposing the leg in the stocking to the very edge of the elastic band, lifting up to the thigh so that black lace panties could be seen. My hand jerked to strike yours. But, remembering my role, I again shrank a little and did not move. And your hand didn’t think to stop at what you have achieved, you pressed my legs, forcing them to move apart under the table, and confidently and firmly inserted two fingers into a delicate cave.

I bit my lip in pain, and involuntarily arched myself, trying to pull away, but they were already inside and after a while you took them out from under the table and thrust them under my nose. I do not know how you can do it: only the corners of the lips smiled, there was some kind of cold cruelty in the eyes. And then I felt. I never felt my smell. But then the pheromones of an excited bitch seemed to hit the nostrils. You sucked in the air, and for the first time in your eyes there was some kind of satisfaction, as if you had checked that I was suitable for you. Fingers near my very lips, I realized that I need to lick them. And I, looking into your eyes, slowly and beautifully sliding my tongue up and down, swept my fingers, licking my juice with pleasure. Excitement waves poured over the body. I thought that if I got up, then the dress would be like a wet spot. Thin black panties did not hold completely moisture. But the evening was just beginning.

The waiter brought a cut of vegetables, some wine and immediately poured into glasses. You called the waiter and whispered something in his ear. He did not betray anything of a surprise and, with a short nod, walked away. You raised a glass and asked me to clink glasses. The wine was tart and strong. I hesitantly took a leaf of lettuce and ate. At this time, the waiter brought the baked fish and a whole cucumber. But I did not have time to cut the fish, as again your hand confidently reached between my legs, pushing a cucumber. I shuddered and moaned softly, spreading my legs and taking a rather large cucumber. You think I wanted to stop? Or was it unpleasant? I was excited to the limit! I wanted to continue, I no longer paid attention to the full hall and to the fact that some people peered into our couple, trying to see what we were doing at the table. You clinked a glass with me again, but now you made me drink it to the bottom. The wine fell into the stomach with a hot lump and poured inside, quenching the last consciousness and sense of reality.

The fish was excellent. Under her, we quickly finished off a bottle of wine. The waiter brought a hookah. The familiar smell floated over the table when you were drawn out. I sat full, drunk and squinted at the light behind your back, which did not let me see your face. "And now blowjob, bitch!" I decided that I heard and leaned forward to see your eyes. The face was serious, eyes intense. “What?” I asked. Your lips parted to say only one word: "Blowjob." I began to look around for a toilet where we could go out. You pressed my leg with me, attracting attention, and quietly ordered: "Under the table !!!" Again, inside, something stopped sweet and frightening. And I, even without objecting, slowly slipped under the table, losing cucumber. Fortunately tablecloth on the table was up to the floor. Although at that moment I was not particularly interested. You spread your legs slightly, giving me a seat. I approached and unzipped my fly to the touch. The member has not yet stood confidently, but no longer lay, pouring power right in my hands. I touched my head to my lips. She was dry, slightly tense, wreaths pulsed under her fingers.

And then like a demon moved into me. I forgot everything. I played with your dick, licking it, poddrachivaya ring of fingers, sucked, with pleasure swallowing slightly salty grease, penetrated with the tip of the tongue in the hole, oozing from desire, pulling the tip of the tongue at the bridle. I got carried away, not paying attention to time.The member simply swelled, the head could hardly fit in the mouth. And then your hand again confidently and in a businesslike manner laid me ...