“Well, what did I tell you?” breaks silence Gregory, - really good?

These are my friends, I told them about you. Meet, this is Petr Alekseevich, and this is Semyon Anatolyevich, - he swallows the sounds, the language does not listen well to the host.

- Here it is, and-and-and ... I am Peter Alekseevich, - a little hesitated, it seems the rector.

- And I just - Semyon- adds a second man.

- Hello, - Sveta moves further into a corner, never taking her eyes off Semyon, pulling the champagne over to the girl:
- It is for you! Men take off their outerwear and settle down on the sofa by the table.

- Svetik, baby, do we have any snacks? - begins Gregory.

- Yes, biscuits and cheese. With dinner, some food left, - her girlfriend is in store for Gregory, in case he arrives.

- Wonderful. Carry on! My friend Peter Alekseevich has an anniversary today.

Svetlana puts the plates on the table, laying out everything she had in store. Guests do not take their eyes off her almost undressed figure.

- What are you my fellow. Have a drink with us - Gregory is trying to open a bottle of champagne.

- Thank you, I do not want - Svetlana moves to the window, pressed into the eaves, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Cork with cotton flies out of the bottle. Champagne foams, spilling on the hands and jacket Gregory. But he does not pay attention to it.

- For the health of Peter Alekseevich definitely need to drink. Go here...

He pours champagne and vodka into glasses. Sparkling wine foams, threatening to get out of the glass.

- Drink!

Svetlana has to go to the table and take an outstretched glass.

- For the health of the birthday, - Gregory says a toast, and the first empties a glass. Guests follow his lead. Svetlana slightly touches the lips of the outstretched glass.

“To the bottom, to the bottom,” everybody shouts. Svetlana has to obey.

- Well done girl. The name of? - asks Pyotr Alekseevich. Gregory, meanwhile, refills his glasses.

- Svetlana, - the girl meets, and straightens, hands down.

- Beautiful name- says the rector. He does not hesitate to look at the girl before him.

A short robe that almost does not hide the figure, beautiful ankles, slender legs, a thin waist tied up with a strap, long blond hair that falls almost to the very breasts, a forced but sweet smile, and a childish pose, a bit constrained - everything says that it’s not easy a woman, and possibly a future sex bomb, a blond beast, a heartbreaker and a family destroyer, a charmer capable of turning a head to any man. But this is all in the future, but for now the young, inexperienced and naive, nymphet who does not know her worth, loves freedom and sex.

- Let's drink to this beautiful lady, - he says and raises his glass. All clink glasses. Grigory ensures that Svetlana drank everything to the last drop. The second toast is followed by the third: - For friends! The atmosphere in the room is almost friendly, the tension gradually subsides. Champagne strikes the head. Now for the girl, not everything is as sad as ten minutes ago.

- Kitty, maybe you take off your robe? - suddenly asks Gregory. He is drunk, he is having fun, and whether this question is appropriate now he does not give a damn, much less give a damn what his passion feels. Not to continue the banal drunkenness, he brought friends, because he wants special entertainment.

- What for? - the girl moves to the very corner, covering herself with her hands, as if she will now be forced to undress by force.

- For me and my friends. I promised them. They specially came to see you.

- and everything? More you promised them nothing? - asks Light, not a bit believing his words. She had long guessed what they needed from her. She feels uneasy - Is it not so visible through the robe? - she makes an attempt to escape the shameful execution, still not fully believing that her man is capable of such. The girl's voice trembles with excitement, tears come to her eyes.

- No, it is not visible, - Grigory impatiently adds, - Undress, please, - he repeats more aggressively.

Sveta understands that she will not refuse her. You have to pay for everything in this life. The rose-colored glasses that had misled her mind for so long were finally torn off. The answer about his status here, which tormented her for a long time, became a fact: she is not a lover, not a friend, but a kept woman, obliged to please the owner and not to contradict him.

— I can not, like this, with them, - Svetlana nod points to drunken men.

- Yes, that this happens, they are all adults, married, decent men. Do not be shy, come on ...

- ask, ask, - drunk voices shout, liquid applause is distributed. The girl gathers the will into a fist and quickly unties the knotted belt.

Feel naked awkwardly. I do not want to think what will happen next. But thoughts come to mind: one is worse than the other. No, she is not ashamed of her body; at other times, Sveta would have stripped without problems, but not now. The girl understands the intentions of drunken men, it hurts and insults for the position in which she finds herself at the behest of her boyfriend, she is afraid for herself. Before men stands a frightened angel, a naked cherub in a girlish appearance: modest, chaste, divine. No, not really an angel. Her breasts and pubis rather, not from God, but from the devil. They cause lust, excite, cause desire, fermentation of blood in the heads.

- Well, what I said. How do you like my beauty? - Gregory jumps up from the sofa, and taking Svetka by the hand, leads him to the middle of the room. From here you can not hide, she stands like a model in a sculptor’s workshop, delighting the eyes of drunken dorks.

- Yes, you put your hands, do not be afraid, let my friends admire you, - Gregory himself lowers her hands, pressing her palms to her thighs. Svetlana is standing, her chest is rising in excitement, she is scared.

- Amazing ..

- Charming ..., - voiced delighted voices. But weak complements are not able to express the raging emotions of men.

- Svetlana is not only “a student, a Komsomol member, an athlete, finally, she is just beautiful,” and she can do a lot - continues to praise the goods Gregory.

- Well, what can she do! - impatiently asks Simon.

- And we will ask our hostess, and she will show us everything. Is not it, Svetlana? - Grigory sweetly winks at the bewildered girl.

She stands silently, blood pulsing in her temples with a painful rhythm.

- And look at her charms- Gregory completely beyond the limits of decorum, - Nipples, where you have seen such regular and sharp nipples. A man grabs his fingers right blonde nipple and begins to knead it. “Look, what a perfection,” he removes his hand from the girl's breast. The disreputable nipple stands with a sharp peak, looking at the drinking companions. They sit, mouths open, conquered by this action.

- And the second is just as good - Gregory also winds her second nipple. Svetka is standing, red with embarrassment, ready to fall through the earth in shame.

- And magnus @ yonka what- he continues, - look! His fingers part his labia unhappy, exposing his moist pink entrails. “Now turn your back on us.” The executor unfolds the girl and tilts: - But isn’t it lovely, see what her anus is, what a sphincter is, small, neat, like a child’s - just a lovely sight. The humiliated and dishonored girl silently suffers bullying drunken suitor. She gets worse, she almost falls.

- Well, okay, go to the shower, and my friends and I will still talk ... But do not linger, - he adds ... Read more →