A week passed after I met Oleg Valentinovich in a bar, and I had the best sex with him in my life. Let me remind the reader, my name is Angela, I am 26 years old, I am a blonde with a plump ass and a third breast size that lived a modest sex life without orgasms, until I met Oleg Valentinovich in a bar and did not give him two hours after they met him. I also remind the reader that this man is older than me, he is 45-50 years old, he is not handsome, but with a pleasant appearance, he brought me to squirt and paid for sex.

So, a week has passed since that unforgettable night. All this time I was thinking about how I was being bullied like a bitch, and I wanted more. I thought that if Oleg Valentinovich didn’t call me in the near future, I would come again to the bar where we met, and spread my legs before the first man he came across. But in the evening there was a phone call and it was he, the man who you * bal me one hundred percent. Oleg Valentinovich suggested that I meet tomorrow evening and I, of course, agreed. I was crazy about anticipation and my hole began to flow, immediately after our telephone conversation with him.

All the next day I was preparing for sex. I shaved my pussy, curled my hair, picked up sexy black lingerie and put black stockings on. My magnus * was itching from desire and I could not wait for the meeting.

In the evening I got into a taxi and went to my eb * ryu. From the threshold of his apartment, I rushed to him, kissed me on the lips, and immediately pulled off my dress and remained in my underwear, stockings and sandals on heels. I felt my lubricant already running down my legs. Oleg Valentinovich was glad to see me and told me to take off my panties and bra and stay in stockings and sandals. I took off my panties and bra and sat down on the heat to suck him off. I lowered his pants and panties and eagerly swallowed his bolt. I was sucking for the last time, as if he would be taken away now, and I would be left without this wonderful toy. I licked his eggs, took them in my mouth and caught indescribable pleasure. He called me a nipple, and I was so glad that during the evening I repeated aloud that I was a nipple. I swallowed his nose and looked into my macho's eyes. He beat me on the cheeks and put his head on his penis, tears flowed from my eyes, but I was glad about it. And again, I considered myself a real whore, who was hollowed in the mouth.

Oleg Valentinovich pulled his penis out of my mouth, punched them in my cheeks and lifted me from the floor. He led my hand to the kitchen, which was a large table. He put me in front of the table, he sat down behind me, threw my right leg on the table, and thrust his fingers into me in magnus * y. I screamed with pleasure. He fucked me with his thumbs for a couple of seconds, put off my clit and massaged my anus. He pulled out his fingers from my hole and pushed his fat dick up to the balls. I wriggled like a snake, he fucked me hard, like a jackhammer. With one hand, I was pulling my clit, and the other was leaning on the table.

Oleg Valentinovich turned me onto my back and put my legs behind my head, my holes were in plain sight. He again thrust his dick into my magnus * and smacked me like fucking * b. I screamed with pleasure and twisted my nipples. I shouted that I was a nipple and a whore, and he approvingly slapped me on the ass and on the clitoris. He moved faster, took out his bat from me, and then sharply thrust it back. He drove his dick on my magnus * e, spat on her, and thrust a member back. A hot wave of pleasure swept over me, and I finished. My body went limp, and Oleg Valentinovich continued me fucking * t.Soon his cock was even more tense, and he pulled it out of my hole. A stream of hot sperm poured on my pussy * nku. He smeared it with his dick from the pubis to ass. It was wonderful.

I was about to leave when my trakhar suggested that I sit down and talk. He poured wine for me and, like the last time, gave me money for sex. Now I felt pleasure from this, feeling like a prostitute.

Oleg Valentinovich offered me to become his personal fuck. Regular sex, as he wants and, of course, payment from his side. I was a little embarrassed by this proposal, and I asked to tell in detail about what I should do. He offered to meet with him once a week, while I would have to fulfill all his desires, almost like a goldfish. But he reassured me that there would be no perversions, and no hard BDSM. He offered me anal sex, which I have never engaged in and generally fear him after reading everything on the Internet. There were several conditions: he does not like tenderness, but loves harder. He doesn’t like komplementy and various miniature names in sex, and he warned me that if I agree to be his whore, he will call me a fucking * th, slut * th, pee * th, mand * th, wet, curvy, and. etc. My holes he did not want to call all kinds of petals of love or roses, he made it clear that my holes are magnus * and man * a, hole, ass, asshole, but not like pussy. And he asked himself to call the owner or my lord, my sovereign. I was a little surprised, but I understood that having sex with him was the best thing that happened to me, and no one else had fried me like he did. And I agreed to be his wet one. To which Oleg Valentinovich smiled approvingly and said that I would not be disappointed.

We agreed to meet exactly in a week in his apartment, and I didn’t know what to expect, but the desire to be you once again gave me no peace.

To be continued...