Warning: the last scene is hazardous to health. Or maybe not only the latter.

Men always look at pretty women. I am just one of these: natural blonde with icy-blue eyes, full lips, full-bodied threesome, sporty figure and long legs. And my problem is that it does not make me happy: the guys are just afraid to talk to me. Some consider themselves not attractive enough, others - not sufficiently well-off to meet such a beautiful girl. Those who decide are treated to me as an exquisite decoration, a fragile thing, with which one must be careful. Boredom. Honestly, the guys I met at the university, they carried me in their arms, literally idolized. It was a pity to break their faith in my unearthly origin, so willy-nilly, I played along with them. At work, everything got worse. I am sure that the male half of the office jerks me at night or fantasizes about me while I have sex with an aging wife, but no one goes beyond polite conversations at the coffee machine. And even my boss is a woman, so this is bingo.

Today I decided to finally have a good time. I started with preparation: I dug into my underwear for a long time, but as a result I refused it, leaving only a belt with stockings. From the clothes she took a blue top in the eyebolt, with a narrow neckline that completely opened the hollow between protruding breasts, a short black flared skirt that barely covered the lace elastic of stockings, and comfortable sandals on an average heel. Made up in the style of vamp: black shadows and arrows, causing red lipstick. My physical preparation consisted in the fact that I had previously drunk the necessary contraceptives, made a enema, smeared it and spread my ass with my fingers. Now I was confident in the successful completion of the evening!

I took a taxi to a popular club, where there was always a lot of hot young people burning through the best years of their lives. It's time for me to join their ranks! Under the rhythmic music, without stopping to dance, I moved to the platform between the bar and DJ. On the dance floor around me a group of 4-5 guys gathered quickly. Choosing one blue-eyed, I took his hand and carried him to the bar. We ordered a cocktail. He was already tipsy, but the conversation was not particularly stuck to the loud music, limiting himself to exchanging standard flirting phrases. Edak and grow old for long. His lustful looks and caressed my crossed legs, but he did not dare put a hand on his knee. I had to do it myself: I slightly leaned over and stroked his inner thigh through the jeans:

- Cool place, huh? - bearing in mind both the bar and the sensitive areas of the hips ...

“Yeah,” he swallowed convulsively. - I ... uh ... Now for a moment I will depart and return!

That damn, it seems, broke. I drank some more strong cocktails in a row. My plan was simple: you don’t want it so much; we’re going to portray the hop-offering. I returned to the dance floor, staggering well. The guys gathered around me again, and among them was the one with whom we flirt fruitlessly. Having finally understood the situation, he took my arm:

- You need to ... refresh yourself!

- Exactly: Cool your head! - This is another smekuvny Brun pulled my other hand to the exit.

“And it's better to just wash your face,” the older man embraced them in a conciliatory gesture with a wide gesture and pushed everyone toward the men's room.

When all four of us were in a small tiled space, I took the initiative. Namely: she took a couple of steps in the direction of the sinks, "slipped" and sat on the floor in front of the men, half-drunk and half-humbly glancing up at them.My skirt successfully pulled up, showing off her stockings and smoothly shaved pussy, I myself reached for my back and dismissed the ties that held the topic on me, so that my beautiful breasts looked out at the light. The eldest of the trinity took the first step forward, undoing his pants, and his swelling member appeared before me. I gratefully knelt and took it in my mouth, feeling like it was gaining strength and beginning to knock on my throat. It turned out to be quite large and thick, so I abandoned the idea of ​​swallowing it whole, but with pleasure I sucked on a sweet raspberry head and smeared lipstick with a lip ring on the trunk until the middle. The guys instantly inflamed from this type and came closer. The elder gave them a seat, and three members were already flashing around me.

On my knees in the men's room, half-naked, with makeup smeared and my chin drenched in saliva, I started more and more. The men no longer treated me like something unattainable: no, they wanted to use me solely for their pleasure, and I loved it terribly.

The blue-eyed guy with whom I was flirting had a long thin member with a small head. In his turn, the first thing he ordered was to put his hands behind his back, which I did with a fucking little smile, and quickly began to bore my throat, pressing on the back of my head. From such pressure, I coughed and tried to move away, but he pressed my head into my groin with both hands, and the member easily slipped on. He, like a foreign object, spreading the walls of the throat, blocked my breath, and rolled up nausea. I wanted to break free, but the guy held tightly, and his hands behind his back were already twisted by someone with a belt. I felt utter helplessness: the blue-eyed man was hanging over me, moving in a short jerk in the throat, with every thrust prykivaya and slapping eggs on the wet chin. My nose was immersed in pubic hair, I could neither breathe nor move. The adult man watching this suddenly suggested:

- Stick out your tongue.

Easy to say, and not so easy to do when your throat is plugged! But the amount of alcohol consumed added courage to me, so I tried to open my mouth wider and, coping with bouts of nausea, slip my tongue along the hard member, reaching the tip of his eggs. At the same time, they pulled up, a member pulsed and discharged into my throat. The sensations were not at all pleasant and I almost vomited again, but I really liked the feeling that I had just finished in my throat like a real whore. I wanted to be humiliated and lowered, and the men's toilet was the best fit for this.

The blue-eyed one was replaced by a young brunet, who had very standard dimensions. He did not try to get into my throat, so I gladly began to suck his dick, smacking, winding one for one, then another cheek, tickling the bridle, polishing the tongue along the entire length and looking faithfully in the eyes. He seemed to like it because he stroked my head and called me a good girl and a good girl. The man who remained behind in affairs made me rise from the floor and bend backwards. So I continued to suck the guy, and the older one began to slowly drive the dick over the swollen moist labia, teasing and bypassing the hole that expired with desire. I could not bear it and, releasing the member from my mouth, began to beg:

- Please ... Please fuck me!

- Well, if you ask so.

His fat cock burst into my pussy, reaching the womb, and began to rhythmically move, touching the most sensitive places. The buzz from the long-awaited fullness was just great, and I with double zeal began to sit down in my mouth on the member of the brunette. I had two men at the same time, four hands caressing and scratching me and it was just amazing! But unfortunately, I quickly reached the peak and finished in a minute. A warm liquid trickled down my legs, my knees trembling and buckling.

- changing?

It seems that the blue-eyed man had long since quit smoking, so now the brunette entered the vagina, squeezing and slapping her ass and thighs with both hands, and the second man was holding my head by the hair. I readily opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, but still did not reach for the penis. He shone so seductively with my juices right in front of me, that I reached forward, but ...