We see the chef today got my nimble glass of tea. I knew that explicit scenes were forbidden in the hall, but I heard the girls strive to circumvent the prohibitions in order to earn extra money.

Buff sighed and hugged his shoulders, stroked his head.

- Well, everything, everything. Sometimes you will be smarter from now on. You will call the guard immediately ... The trouble with these jerks, ”complained the silently standing Bulldog,“ teach them and teach. Only worse with stupid whores. You're not stupid with us, doll?

I sobbed even harder, jerking in the air.

Buff pulled me to his side and muttered soothingly, stroking.
Little by little coming to my senses I realized that the strokes became hotter.
Pacifying my howls, Buff pressed his head to himself, but his hands were familiar with the body. And the body liked it. Nipples flushed, curling halos.

The skin warmed, softening under skillful caresses. Out of shame, I closed my eyes, feeling like my legs were spreading and my palm was covering my pubis. Sobbing all quieter.

- What happened to the girl? Baby scared. Open up Buffa, daddy will calm you down.
And the fingertip began to play on the clitoris. All the tension of the night was concentrated for me in a small bundle of nerves between my legs.

After a minute, she no longer cried, but rather she moaned plaintively in the neck of her superiors.

- What a beautiful pussy girl we have, very young, small. Sponges are tiny. But look, Boole, how responsive and wet.

I realized that the Bulldog is standing next to me looking, oh, jerked.
- Do not, podaluysta.

“Shh,” Buff laughed, “don't kick.” Now daddy Buff will do quite well.

And his fat fingers slid deeply rubbing and pulling, speeding up, carving the pleasure out of a ready-to-flash body. My uncertain scared body fell into the hands of an expert.

- Aaai, aaayayay - I whimpered helplessly, unexpectedly quickly ending, receiving lightning pleasure throughout my body.

With one of the legs from the twitching ballet flies, his legs continued to shake, his fingers clung to Buff. I made thin, raspy sounds, shook my swollen nipples, and finished and finished, under my sausage fingers.

Finally, Buff pulled out his hand and, rather blinking his eyes, licked his fingers. Flicked like a connoisseur, having drunk a sip of expensive wine

- And what a taste! Pure ambrosia, not a girl.

He got up, stifling, kneading with grunting.

- How tired I am, then one another. You, Barbie, you will not go to the hall anymore, small yet. From tomorrow, two nights a week, you go out to the pylon, twirl your sundry there. As for me, crap, not erotic, but at least on the tables you will not have to catch.

I happily gasped and weakly hugged his leg. Buff, picture wincing, but glaring with satisfaction, unhooked my trembling fingers.

- Boule, cover her with something from sin and take her to dress, let her go home.
And you baby, then pray to me, now do not bother to work.

I was covered with a warm jacket and taken to an empty utility locker room. The lights in the room were dimly lit, the echoes of music came from the audience, someone had already brought my shorts and left a ball on the bench.

I sat down, hiding my still trembling legs under the bench, twisted a rag in my hands. It seems not to break. Tips were in pocket.

“Are you okay, Barbie?”

Boule hung with a reliable rock, examining with its small gnaw eyes. I leaned my head against his mighty thigh and sighed. All that is done for the better. I was a little scared, but they were allowed to perform, before Buff was dragging everything, enduring, she thought, so she would give me a ride with dances.

Sensing a delicate aroma, squinted her eyes and blinked in surprise. The fly of my defender showed a decent heave. For him, it was clearly not indifferent to the picture of my enjoyment in the office of the chief.

And then I felt a surge of gratitude.The guard really saved me, snatched from the hands of drunken rapists almost at the last minute. Worth worrying.
She waved her hand at her fears. And okay, I'll try.

She stretched out her hand and tentatively stroked the Bulldog across its fly. He was silent, but he wavered at hand.
Silence.
Nervously licked her lips and raised her head in question.

It looks.
- Do you want it yourself?
In the semi-darkness a thick golden chain flashed on a mighty neck.

I nodded slowly.

He put his paw between my disheveled donuts.
Second hand slowly zipper on the pants. For some reason, the sound sounded loud and even frightening.

“Only I'm not very good at this,” I went backwards.

- Eh, durynda-durynda, you are our quiet. - the voice sounded rolling and ... homely, cozy, - Just suck, I am also not a fan of different nonsense.

The member was smooth as an arrow, with a nice glossy head. Ideal toy, no veins like Misha, without lupus on the head. By the strange well-groomed and cute. Intelligent such. A thought flashed: “Do all members look like masters? Externally or on character? Here is Misha's member ... ”

My head was moved close together, and the thought was cut off.
I pressed my lips into a careful kiss. As Misha never tried to persuade me, I refused to take it in my mouth. But Bula wanted.

A member as a separate living organism impatiently shut up on the lips, and I opened my mouth, accepting a guest. A spicy, pleasant smell tickled his nostrils, a round friend entered and stopped, letting him settle.

- Lick it, doll.
Licked hotly.
- Still.

Begin diligently lick. Very strange feeling. So smooth. Soiled with a wet sound.

The trunk has moved further. I picked up the steering wheel braids.
And Boule, with the pleasure of quietly moaning, slowly moved his hips.

It was amazingly beautiful and correct. A non-burnt, powerful belly press, below a leather belt on a buttoned belt and elastic, sparkling from my saliva stem protruding from my fly.

All this rhythmically moved, the belt issued a quiet creaking. For some reason, I was exhaling in a weeping manner, as if he was smoothing me with his member from the inside, polishing me sweetly.

From the lips dripped.
- Take your time, doll. I want to fuck a little longer.
Boule stroked his cheek with his bulging finger, moving his hips obliquely, settling himself in his mouth.

- A little on the cheek,
And my cheek swelled.
- And in another.

Be speaking very quietly, as if muttering, either for yourself or for me, but this united us with a wonderful common pleasure.

He was massaging his fingers right through the thin cheek. Squeezed five.
He stroked from mouth to ear, carefully removing the locks from his face.
- Sweet mouth, thought so. Look at me, raise your eyes.

He pushed his hips, still gently and tenderly, rhythmically entering and exiting hotly breathing and drooling mouth.
I looked into his eyes, and swam on the waves of tact circling my head.

- Open wide. Tongue forward.

And, stroking my humble face like a clay face, with the second hand I moved and fired in several movements, relieving the tension on the stretched tongue.

While slamming eyes and trying to figure out what to do next, Bulldog pressed his jaw.

- Swallow my cream, baby.

I stroked my neck while I swallowed. And, bending down, he kissed his nose.

- How do you?

Uncertainly smiled.
- Good.

Boule nodded.
- And me. You simply charm.

Helped to get dressed and get together. He nodded to another guard at the door and slapped the pope before releasing.

I stood in the cool evening air, breathed deeply, caught myself thinking that I did not want to go home. There, the mother with her tantrums, dirty gray house, sticky Misha.

I want to stay in the boiler. Where beautiful flare on the walls, playful music, where they protect me, and I will shine on the stage, met with applause.

The wind blew, climbing under the material and hinting that it was not summer yet. Stooping and hugging myself, I ran home. Tomorrow will be a new day.
Tomorrow I will dance!

To be continued...
— — —
Attention!
This is an interactive story, created in conjunction with readers.

1. Write in the comments wishes, ideas and Wishlist.
Mark the advantages of other readers' suggestions that you also liked.
And the most popular and bright ideas will be included in further series, developing the plot, sending the heroine into adventure.

2. There are categories in which I get lost and cannot write - these are Elderly, Copro, Incest, Kukold, Homosexuals, Bi, Femdom-Lesbians.
I like the rest, so ideas in different areas are accepted, as long as the plot and the heroine fit)))

3. You can in a personal, but in the comments rather. Write even if many episodes have gone ahead, I’ll write a cool idea into the story without fail, just later.

General comments about the text and with the purpose of chatting with the author are also welcome!

Series will be released quickly.
The story will end when the time comes up within the meaning or the interest of the readers dies out.

Great for all of us adventure!

Well, Dolly-Tikhon too)))