“Well,” she decided. A cold chill crept into my chest. - “Probably, everyone goes through this ...”

Everything that went on seemed like a strange dream. She undressed, thinking - well, well, I did it on a nudist beach, and I got used to nothing. As if the understanding of what will happen next, turned off.

Left without panties, she saw herself in a gilded mirror, and suddenly acutely, piercingly felt her own beauty — for the first time in her life, as if she had been shocked by a shock into some piece of brain, and he finally earned it. This feeling was bitterly giddy, and Sasha still could not believe that the bare sex-bomb in the mirror was hers.

- Ay-yay-yay, - Pal Semenych shook his head reproachfully. His eyes gleamed through his glasses, like Basilio's cat. - Do not you know that adult women shave their intimate places? As a small, honest word, - he said, approaching naked Sasha. - We ought to shave.

Sasha puffed out, her teeth locked so as not to collapse. “Or maybe it's better? I lose consciousness - and I will not know what they did with me? ... "

Pal Semyonitch stroked her thighs, stomach and breasts with cold, sleek hands. Sasha closed her eyes.

Some feelings were sharpened in it to the limit, others, on the contrary, stalled. She let herself be seated in a chair and spread her legs, sticking to shame - she seemed to gape and shine between her legs like a red-hot one. Pal Semyonitch smeared it with cold cream and began to shave, caressing Sasha’s thigh with his other hand.

“You like it, don't you? ... You are silent, and your body says -“ yes ... yeah ... "See? - he got into the very middle and began to smear on Sasha her sticky juices. - Do you love when you do that? Does a girl like to fuck? Likes to fuck her wet sweet cunt? - He whispered bass.

- I de ... a virgin, - Sasha croaked. It sounded ridiculous, but she was not amused. She was unbearably ashamed and ... and pleasant. She suddenly understood what she did not understand before: how they become prostitutes.

“It's just very nice. Just Very Pleasant, ”she thought, trying to suppress the thick, sweet delight that suddenly filled all her nerves, from top to toe.

- All the better. You have been dreaming about this for so long, haven't you? ... It will be even more pleasant now, - Sasha felt like she was wiped with a cloth, and then Pal Semyonitch's fingers began to do something right in the middle of it. She stiffened ... and suddenly a vibration crept into her body, chilly and sweet - so sweet that Sasha could not stand it and groaned.

- Yeah, nice baby ... Dmitry Sergeyevich, look how nice it is to us!

The vibration pulsed - entered deeper, where it was almost painful, and went back to the itchy shell. Sasha could not stand it and opened her eyes.

- That's right: look, look ... - Pal said Semenych, wielding a vibrator in her vagina. Sasha looked at her unusually pink, hairless crotch, where a scarlet plastic member dived, on Pal Semenych and on Dmitry Sergeyevich, who was standing nearby, right next to Sasha’s shoulder ...

“What a treasure,” he said, reaching for her Tits. Sasha wanted to scream with pleasure and rabies, and she screamed - to herself, having suppressed the scream inside.And when he took her nipple in his mouth, and he sparked from stupefying licking - then Sashka could not stand it and really screamed ...

“Boo, boo, boo ... Blah blah blah ...” her torturers muttered. Sasha did not understand a word. Of the breasts that squeezed and squeezed Dmitry Sergeyevich, gave in the ears, and the pleasure became unbearable, like pain.

- Enough ... well, hvaatit ... - Sashka helplessly shed, squishing tears. - Hwa ... waaaaa ... AAAAAAAAAA! ..

All cheburakhnulis upside down. Sashka did not understand that she had fallen off her chair and was beating on the carpet, stretching her legs, and an overweight body climbs on it. The world has shrunk into a black hole; Sasha suddenly returned to the beginning of time and exploded there in the Big Bang along with the whole Universe ...

Then it suddenly hurt, and she returned to Earth.

She was fucked by Pal Semenych, a redhead like a bullfinch. She was suffocating from his rhythm and from the lips of Dmitry Sergeyevich, clutching at her lips. The groin burst from a hefty member, and it seemed to Sasha that she swelled there like a sponge and was about to burst.

Then it became hot and humid inside, and one red head changed another, but Sasha did not even notice it, because she turned into one solid body without eyes and ears, into a shameful, clogged and worn-out, swollen cave-like fertilization ...

She did not notice how a guard ran into the room, and Pal Semenych yelled at him, but he said something to him, and after a few seconds, a peasant pushed him off without asking.

- I have the honor, gentlemen hussars. Imagine your oprichnik to reward - he valiantly did not let me ... Oooh! I see that prevented. But why on the floor? Why not in the silks of the love bed? ..

Dmitry Sergeyevich groaned and fell on Sasha. Pal Semyonitch bent, depicting the likeness of a smile.

- Why, can you imagine, the girl teased so much - could not bear it. I felt myself a real savage. What to say - an experienced slut, the best of its kind ...

- From what, you say, beautiful brothel? - asked the man. Pal Semyonitch grimaced again and wanted to say something - but then something happened to Sasha, and she suddenly burst into tears.

- Experienced, you say? - the newcomer repeated.

“It seems that I went over a little ... I wish I could drink so much,” Pal Semyonitch smiled falsely.

“Is she alone?” Did you sit and watch? And then cleaned up her booze? - he said, coming up to Sasha. Next to her was a crimson Dmitry Sergeyevich, barely in time to fill a sticky household in his pants. - And where is the blood from? Experienced tselochka? ... Hey, girl! Hey! - the comer leaned toward Sasha, roaring deeply. - Hey! - and suddenly slammed her cheek.

She paused, looking at him with glass eyes, and only trembled, grabbing the air.

- Oh no no no. Beat up. What do we tell her boss? - Pall Semenych squeaked in unison.

- That it took a bitch Flutist. Get dressed, beautiful, come with me.

- I ... my dad is in prison ... I would never ... - muttered Sashka.

- Dad in jail? This is already interesting. Come and you will tell me everything. I can feel my back, - he turned to Pal Semenych, - that you have any questions for me, gentlemen of hussars?

***

Having called the driver's mobile phone, he took Sasha home, and then went with her to the apartment to listen to her story.

At the beginning, incoherent scraps of speech came out of Sasha, as if she had forgotten half the words at once; and then suddenly burst through, and she threw out the whole story to Flutist, thickly mixing it with tears and excuses - “I never ... I would never ...”

Flutist listened to the side, not touching Sasha. Then he called someone.

“They planted them, your hussars,” he said, finding out what was happening. “And we both seem to know because of whom.”

Flutist expressively looked at Sasha, and she blushed even more, although it was so crimson.

- So, Sasha-Alexander ... "Alexander, Alexander ..." - he sang. - Your father will return to you today. I promise that.

“Thank you,” Sasha sobbed. She was so discouraged that she could not even thank her as she wanted.

- To health. About Gruzdya with Burdach ... well, about Gruzdishchev and Burdenka, who were full of holes in you, he cannot be said. And about the whole story, no sound, okay? Clear asking?

- I see ... Why?

- Because he ohreneet, revenge will begin, and such disassembly will go, that mother do not grieve. You just lacked this, and me too. Promise?

- I promise.

- Well, that's the hammer, Alexandra ... In general, he needs to steer the pedals. It is clear that it’s not for you to talk to him about it ... A business person cannot have painful places. A business person should be invulnerable .... Read more →