on the back of the head. Fingers stuck into the head of hair, the hairpin unbuttoned and bounced off with a loud sound, and you literally planted me on the penis so that I felt a little prickly cropped pubic hair under my lips, and the head went so deep into my throat that I choked. But you just put my head, not letting go far to the penis, but plunging it to the fullest. And when I was ready to grab your hand to break free, in a few pushes the sperm poured into my throat. Immediately the grip loosened, and then a hand appeared with a napkin. Submissively I swallowed everything, I wiped the slightly limp penis with a napkin, marveling at its size and all wondering how he all went into my throat.

I crawled out from under the table and sat down. Slightly dizzy. I noticed several men looking at me curiously. You drank from the glass and calmly took out a small mirror, handed it to me. On the table was a full bottle. The horror ... this was while I was under the table, the waiter came up, took the dirty dishes and brought a new bottle of wine. There was a plate of fruit on the table. In the mirror, a woman looked at me, disheveled, with traces of lipstick on her lips, with burning eyes and a drop of sperm dripping on a small collar of a dress. I raised myself to go out, but you just silently, again handed me a napkin and nodded at the bag hanging on the chair. And I, under several pairs of men's eyes, put myself in order right at the table, somehow gathering red hairs in a tail, securing a spare rubber band from my purse. All this time you calmly and calmly watched me, sipping from a glass.

We sat silently for a while, listening to live music. You leaned over to me and quietly asked: “Where are you now? To me? Or are you home? Your eyes glittered in the darkness. They drive me crazy! Like a magnet. I can not refuse them and obey. Something painfully frightening is tossed back inside again, sweetly terrible, unexplored. With difficulty opening my lips, I quietly say: “To you. “You lean back and I notice the pleased expression on your face. "Take off your panties!" - again the order is heard. I shake my head negatively. Order tone is replaced ominously - angry and not tolerating objections: "Take off your panties !!!". I frightened for a moment. How I like to obey you! Fear creeps over the body, echoing somewhere deep in the abdomen is sweet, trembling. Trying not to attract attention, I lift myself up a little and pull off my panties. They are so thin that I collect them in the palm so that it is not visible. But you unclench your hand, straighten them and let me carry with two fingers. “Now we will rise,” throwing money on the table, you say in a low voice, “and then you will follow me, waving, hearing? Waving her panties !!! ”and, without waiting for my answer, he confidently and unhurriedly headed for the exit. I did not dare to contradict you. Adrenaline hit the veins. How often we want to do something out of the ordinary, but we are afraid of what others say. And then ... responsibility for my behavior as it fell on your shoulders. I walked behind you, swaying on high heels, feeling the looks and attention of the entire hall, playfully waving their wet panties and realizing that the dress shows a wet spot ...

In the car, you were sitting in the front seat, paying no attention to me and only pointing the driver to where to go. We did not go long. The intoxication passed, and I began to think whether I was doing the right thing at all, because I don’t know you at all. But your voice, the tone with which you spoke with the driver, acted hypnotically on me. About half an hour later we arrived at a small cottage. The gate opened automatically. I got out of the car and looked at the house. You gave some instructions and let the driver go. Following you I climbed the porch. All this time we were silent. I was afraid. Fairly afraid.But it was a strange fear, pushing toward the unknown, covering the body with goosebumps of arousal. And I decided, come what may, but I want to learn new things. And here is the question that gave me confidence: “Are you sure that you really want it?” Pause ... “Yes” ...

You took me to the first floor and gestured to the door in the middle of the corridor - this is my room. To go there without me is a taboo !! And then at the door at the end of the corridor: “This is your room. Get out of it only by my permission. The radio on the table. Now you will go, take a shower, and a shower for both holes - I was embarrassed and reddened, but I didn’t say anything, - then you will change and you will wait for my orders. “I looked into your face, but at your sight all the questions immediately disappeared and I hurried to my room. There were no locks on the door. There was no frills in the room, but there was all that was needed for living: a wide bed, a small table and a couple of chairs, a built-in wardrobe, plasma on the wall. What was surprising was the presence of many mirrors: wherever I turned and whatever I did, I was surely reflected in the mirrors. Mirror wardrobe, full-wall mirror in front of the bed, mirrored ceiling. The impression was such that not hide in the room at all. A frosted transparent glass door separated the bathroom from the room. I opened the closet — it was a quarter full. I was surprised: it means that you were sure that I would go with you! A thin pale green robe was thrown over the headboard. I opened the second door: things were hanging there. Brand new, but my size. So ... let's deal with this later. Taking a large towel, I defile in the bath. A large and perfectly clean bath inspired confidence. I typed it and lay down, having decided to soak it ... It took much longer to implement everything and put myself in order than I expected. And when I left the bath in the room, an angry voice sounded from the radio, demanding my immediate presence in your room. Throwing on a robe, I hurried to you.

Carefully pushed the door and froze at the entrance. A luxurious room, in the midst of all this magnificence a huge bed, and next to a small closed locker. And again, many mirrors, in which I reflected from all sides. I no longer had time to consider anything, since your hail made me switch my attention directly to the owner of the room. You were sitting in the corner, next to the bed in a large armchair, in some shorts ... Small droplets of water burned on the body from lighting. As if the sparkles entangled in the hair on the chest, on the hands. I stepped forward. But it was immediately stopped by the metal in your voice: “No. You are guilty. Crawl !!! "What nonsense !!! What a stupid look !!! I also did not crawl in a strange robe thrown over a naked body !!! I resolutely stepped forward. You rose menacingly from the chair. Something sank in his chest and spilled sweetly, flooding the lower abdomen. Looks like I like to obey ?! I knelt down, but I didn’t have time to make the movements, like a new order: "Take off your robe!" The blood rushed to my face. But I myself came here. I wanted this. I took off my robe and crawled in your direction. What was going on in my head! Porridge of thoughts.

I crawled and stopped. You stretched my leg to my side. “Lick it!” Fighting indignation, I almost lay down and uncertainly took my thumb with my lips. “Well !!!” shuddering at the shout, I began to suck at him in dismay. Something was happening to me. Inside, everything opposed it, it was in the brain. But the body lived its life completely: excitement from the situation increasingly filled me. And suddenly, forgetting everything, closing my eyes, I began to suck on my fingers, caressing my tongue between them. A quiet, heavy moan of pleasure spurred me on. I have not thought about anything, selflessly caressed you, finding with my tongue the most tender points for caress. I wanted to give you pleasure, and your every excited breath was a reward for my labors. You got up and took off your shorts. An excited member jumped out and stood up like a sturdy tin soldier. I immediately stood up and took hold of his hand."I did not allow you!" - You roared, - but if you wanted, get it! ”Without any ceremony, you grabbed my neck with my fingers and roughly pushed my cock into my mouth. And then he covered his head with both hands. I screamed ... Read more →