I stopped recognizing myself after I met Oleg Valentinovich. 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. In our second meeting, Oleg Valentinovich and I agreed that I try myself as his sex toy and fulfill all his desires, and he pays for it for me. It was his idea, and I almost immediately agreed, anticipating incredible sex. I stopped recognizing myself because I used to be modest in bed and slept only being in a relationship, so it was hard to call me a slut, but now I wanted to be her, I was flowing from the thought that I was now a sex toy, which I lost with a leash of chastity and ready to fuck * around the clock.

I waited for the whole week to meet my eb * rem, and so I sat in a taxi and went to him in a short black dress, from which black stockings looked out. I didn’t wear underwear, because I knew that right from the threshold I’ll start to fuck, and the underwear will only interfere. The taxi driver looked at me excitedly, and I even wanted to spread my legs in front of him, but I remembered that in a couple of minutes I would suck my master's bolt.

The door to the apartment was opened to me by my lord. He took my hand and escorted me into the living room, sat me down on the sofa. In his hands was a small gift box, he handed it to me. I began to unpack the gift, and in the meantime Oleg Valentinovich poured us wine in glasses. I opened the box. My master asked me if I knew what was in the nutria. Of course I knew, I saw this on the Internet, it was anal strass. She was such a beautiful, purple-colored stone and ribbed tip that is inserted into the anus. Oleg Valentinovich smiled and said that he wanted to start preparing me for anal sex today. I had to go tonight with this jewelry in my ass. The idea really excited me, but I was afraid it would hurt. My master asked to insert it now, and then we descend to the cafe for his meeting on work, and I will go down with him.

He picked me up from the couch, put me on cancer, lifted the dress, slapped his hand on the bottom, spread my buttocks and spat on my anus several times. I felt his warm saliva slide from the anus to my mande. He stroked my anal hole with a finger, and then slowly put it inside. I oyknula from immensity sensations. He pulled a finger out of the anus, spat again into my hole and began to insert an anal paste. The feeling was very unusual, but there was no pain. I stood on the couch with cancer, and Oleg Valentinovich took the phone to photograph this beauty. I was really excited and asked him if he had fucked me now. He replied that there will be sex only after the meeting, but at the meeting itself, he will think about anal strass in my ass.

We went down to the cafe, sat down at a table at which a man was waiting. I did not listen to what they were talking about, I wanted to rather be you * bath. My master stroked my legs during the conversation, but did not rise higher, making me languish in anticipation. The meeting ended, and we went up to his apartment. He tore off my dress and threw it on the bed.

“You are my whore and my nipple,” he said, lightly slapping me on the face with his palm.

“Yes, I am your sweetheart,” I replied.

He put me on my back, on the bed, spread my legs wide apart, throwing them back to my head so that he could clearly see the rhinestone in my asshole. My head hung out of bed, and once again he lightly slapped me on the cheek.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” my lord told me.

I opened my mouth. He spat three times in my mouth and thrust his dick into it by the very balls. Oh, yes, well, finally, I waited for a good fuck * and. He drove his cock deeper and deeper into my throat, I had tears and drool, I gasped, but sucked. At this time, he was pulling my clit and smacking his palm on my magnus * e. I moaned with pleasure, his eggs rested against my nose. Suddenly he stopped, pulled a member out of my mouth and ordered me to lie down and not move. He walked over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of intimate lubricant. The bottle was twenty centimeters and in diameter as a half or two members. He opened the bottle, poured some grease from there, came up to me, put his dick in my mouth and started poking it as deep as possible. My magnus * was wet with excitement and I could not wait any longer, I wanted a member in my hot pussy. And as soon as I thought about it, Oleg Valentinovich put a bottle of grease in my hole. It was painful, and I even started, but he did not stop and continued to introduce a bottle into my crack. He fucked me with this capacity and every time I liked it more and more. And then I caught myself at the thought that how great it is, probably, when you fucked * t two males. One you suck, and the other gets your pussy * nku on your dick.

Oleg Valentinovich took his dignity out of my mouth, dragged me from the bed to the floor and put me with cancer, that my legs were not bent, but were straight, it turned out such a bridge, just the opposite. He wanted to see the rhinestone in my ass. My lord inserted his dick into my pussy and continued to stick me up as the last bl * d. I moaned like mad, I wanted it to never end. He pressed his thumb on the rhinestone and dicked my pussy * nku. Then he pulled a rhinestone from the anus, spat several times into the anal hole and inserted his thumb into it. I howled from orgasm. He shook me with incredible force, and he pulsed and lubricated and drooled down my legs. I asked Oleg Valentinovich to finish it at me, and he grinned, calling me a blissful duel. He finished in me, and now his sperm flowed down my legs. I squatted down and began to lick his hot cock. It was so big, fat and tasty that I could not stop. I wanted to continue the banquet, and I was glad that I agreed to become his sex toy. I asked the male if we can see more often, he grinned. I begged him to meet at least twice a week, and he agreed, saying something about the fact that it gives him even greater rights to my holes. I was willing to do anything, just not to wait for so long the next fuck.

Oleg Valentinovich handed me the money and asked me to prepare for the next time.

“Next time I want you * to fuck you up, get ready,” he said.

“I understand you, I will do everything,” I replied. I called him only on you.

I drove in a taxi home and thought only about the next meeting. I realized that I had become a whore and that made me happy.

To be continued...