Remote village. Small post office, just two rooms. In one give letters, translations and parcels. The second is at the same time the office of the chief and the warehouse of mailings. And only two employees. The head himself, Stas Fyodorovich, is also a storekeeper, a middle-aged man and a young girl, Masha, who was not able to go to the university this year, which issues and receives mail correspondence, as well as sending letters and notices to their homes. The volume of shipments is not large, but the distances are large. But before the next entrance exams you have to wait a year. The girl is good-looking, always wears short skirts, showing off her slim legs, high-heeled shoes, tops, opening part of the breasts, which constantly causes the desire to pester her boss. He is staring but his hands have not yet dissolved. Although there was no time for it yet, she worked for only two months.

Morning. Beginning of September. As always, Masha slept all night on the Internet, overslept, was late, and came to the post office thirty minutes later. Anyway, none of the village in the mail so early did not come. By this time, Stas Fedorovich already started thinking about the discipline of his subordinate.

- Masha! Come on, quickly came to me. He shouted loudly from his office.

- Not Masha, but Maria. I’m not going to ask you to call me Maria Viktorovna. - muttering to herself, the girl went to the head of the room

- What? What do you allow yourself? Not only that you are late, so also you snap! - Stas Fedorovich, furiously got up from the table and went to meet the girl.

But as soon as Masha came to his office, and his eyes slid over her bare thighs, which almost did not cover the colorful sundress, over the sandals on a high platform, over her brightly painted face, he immediately stopped himself. His dick in the pants, responded, twitching.

“What do you allow yourself, Ma ...” he again wanted to say “Masha”, but the girl’s proud gaze stopped him, - Maria. Why are you always late? Where is your work discipline? - a little more calm tone said the head.

- I thought that no one is still so early, and why then go here so early.

This again brought the chef. In rage, he approached his subordinate.

- Do not you think and decide when you come to work. There is a start time of the working day and you must strictly observe it, Masha! - for some reason, Stas Fedorovich, in a fit of anger, wanted to raise his hand, depicting a swing.

But only his hand rose on his head, as immediately, a sharp blow to his knee fell into his groin. From a sharp, dull pain in the abdomen, the man bent, groaned, but then he got a girl's thigh in the face. From a blow to the face, Stas wanted to unbend, but Masha grabbed him from behind the neck with her claws. She raised her leg again and now her knee threatenedly approached the man's face.

- Still? - Masha threatened.

- No no. Stop it bitch. - the pain did not allow the man to think quickly.

- I heard your name correctly? Maria Viktorovna! And nothing else! - a sharp blow to the knee in the forehead, and then, unbending the leg, ankle sharply in the balls.

Even through the hands with which the man tried to defend himself, the blow hit the target. The man, moaning, knelt down on the floor. And the girl, not allowing him to come to her senses, abruptly put his hands behind his back and grabbed a skein of rope from the shelf, shook his wrists. Again, bending her knee, the girl lifted her and put her knee to his face.

- Continue?

- Stop, stand. Stop doing that. - Stas realized his position.

The proximity of the hips of the girl, so still desired by him, the opportunity to look at her from below a little deeper than usual, returned to the man the ability to think. He pressed his lips to his knee, gently kissed the delicate skin.And he began to look up to look at Masha's crotch, but her eyes spontaneously met the eyes of the girl, who haughtily looked down.

- Sorry. Forgive Mary. Could not resist.

- That's it. You'll know the little bitch how to scream at me and raise your hand. Kiss the foot. More more. - the girl has substituted a knee.

Several demonstrative kisses lay on Masha's knee. A man and without an apology would be happy to kiss the legs of this girl. He was wildly excited, not quite understanding what was happening to him, but clearly the humiliation and pain brought to him by this girl excited him.

- So, got up. Quickly! - the girl helped the man get up from his knees.

When Stas, clumsily, with his hands tied behind his back, got up, Masha, pressing his palm on his chest, pressed him with his back to the wall. I examined him, looking from top to bottom. Suddenly I noticed how the man’s trousers reared up.

- But. It seems someone was excited. - the girl put her hand on his pants in the groin area. - Wow! It seems to me that you got up. So hard, so fat. - She felt a member of the man, slightly rubbed through his pants. - Well, let's see what you have there.

Masha unzipped her pants and in a sharp movement lowered them to the floor. The released member of the man stood stiff and dangled from side to side. The head was blunt and all was abundantly moistened with the precumulus. The girl with her palm enveloped him by the trunk and began to slowly move the skin back and forth, then dumbing, then hiding the head.

- Mmmm. What good. How tensed that. And what a hard one. And how trembling all of desire. Stasik, and who did he want so badly? Why did he get up? Who did you stand on? - Masha hissed right in the face of a man, pressing his shoulder to the wall and jerking his penis faster and faster, harder and harder, squeezing him in her palm.

The postmaster was snuffling, groaning, he liked the way the girl was jerking him off and at the same time trying to hurt him. And she, clenching her teeth in anger, enjoyed the fact that she now completely controls her boss, and torments him, taking revenge for the abuse that she had heard before. Having seduced the member to the red man, she released the barrel of the member and clasped the head of the penis with her whole palm and squeezing it sharply, with all her strength. Wild pain permeated the man. He howled:

- Stop it Masha, I beg you.

The girl let go. The man relaxed exhaled. And Masha raised her palm, the inner side of which was abundantly smeared with a man's heat.

- What is it? Who will wipe it out now? And the bitch? - Masha got more and more power over her boss. She raised her hand to the man’s face, gave him a sniff of his own lubricant, and then pressed her hand to his lips, “Lick!” Himself plastered himself and lick. Quickly!

From a sharp cry at him, Stas began to obediently lick the girl's palm. As soon as he licked everything, the girl again lowered her hand and began to touch his balls with her fingers. She rolled them a little, then took the whole palm and slowly began to squeeze. Again, an angry grimace began to appear on her face. The pain in the eggs became more and more. The man had already stopped breathing and groaning louder and louder with pain.

- Stop! I beg you! - he said.

Masha grinned let go.

- Ufffff.

- Does it hurt? Now you understand how much pain you gave me?

- I understand Masha. But if I knew what kind of sweet pain you would take revenge on me, I could have shouted more at you. - struggling with the passing pain, but at the same time melting into a sweet state of excitement and buzz, the man tried to joke.

- Even so? Wow! Then we will continue, since you are not enough.

Humming again, the girl pressed a man against the wall, pressing her hands directly on his both shoulders, and, looking with obvious malice right in his eyes from close range. She pressed her thigh to his balls. Rubbing a little egg of a man on her thigh, Masha gently hit them on them. Stas did not even flinch. The second blow is already stronger. Again, no reaction. The third, stronger blow to the balls with the knee already forced the man to twitch and sob. Seeing that he endured, Masha slapped his knee in the balls with a series of five blows from which the man rolled his eyes and groaned.The girl waited a bit, giving ...