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it was ringing. I was breathing heavily in ecstasy.
- I have never been so well fucked! - the stranger praised me, breathing hoarsely.
The bed creaked. The woman sat on her booty. There was a faint click. The wall lamp caught fire, illuminating part of the room, and then I first saw a stranger. In front of me sat a naked woman of forty, with long black hair, broad-faced, with thick lips, a snub nose and expressive eyes.
For a long time to consider the stranger did not work. She screamed hysterically. Instinctively she put her hand over her mouth, but the lady firmly shoved my hand away.
- Who are you? What are you doing here? Screamed the stunned woman.
- Who am i? - I automatically repeated, and in turn, with interest, asked. - Who are you ?!
- None of your business! - more emotionally loud lady. “You raped me, you bastard!”
- Pancake! Not only did you occupy my room, so also rude!
“Your room?” - the woman was ready to explode with indignation. - This is my room!
“I don't understand anything,” I was genuinely surprised.
- This is my room, moron! - she repeated harder. - Number nine! Got it?
- Obsession for some! - I muttered in surprise.
And then it hit me. On the plastic key card, the number “6” was actually depicted, and I took it as the number “9”. Cudgel stoorosovaya! It was necessary so goof!
- By the way, now my husband will come here. Pray for your skin, you rascal!
- Husband !!! Are you married!!! Some nightmare !!!
It turns out that the lady was not a prostitute! I just fucked a married woman. Indescribable horror struck me again. I am numb. My heart pounded. His whole body was covered with cold and sticky sweat, his hair stood on end. I felt bad. Now the husband will come and call the police. Yes, what a police! He will pounce and beat me so that there will be no living place. Then all my life I will work on some pills.
- Oh! Scared ?! - the stranger gloated, having noticed my confusion.
What to do? The situation was worse nowhere. In the face of danger, I ... calmed down and gathered. Head earned as a supercomputer, instantly calculating various options.
- I have nothing to be afraid of. You yourself asked you to fuck! - surprisingly calm voice I replied.
- What?! - The woman's eyes threw thunder and lightning.
- And my husband, I will say that you and I have been fucking for a long time! - I cynically threatened.
- Scoundrel! The lady growled, waving herself with obvious intent to cripple me, but then the front door of the hotel slammed. - This is a husband! He is jealous of me. Come on, briskly roll out of here!
- What?
- Alive. Lively I said! Well, noodle!
Overwhelmed with countless insults and curses, I frantically collected my clothes and belongings. Dress up failed. The lady strongly pushed me into the corridor, in which my mother gave birth. In such a stupid position, I have never been. Flashing bare booty, rushed to the door with the number "6".
Meanwhile, the man who entered the hotel exchanged several phrases from the receptionist. And it saved me. With a card stuck at the last moment, he managed to open the door to his room and run into it. As soon as the door closed behind him, a quiet purr of a fashionable song and a barely audible creak of the door could be heard in the corridor. Lucky. I almost got caught! Well, I'm lucky! Tired but contented lay on a wide bed and did not even have time to touch the pillow with his cheek, when he fell asleep with a dead sleep.
In the hassle the next day flew by. Evening came. I arrived at the station well in advance. There were a few more hours before the departure of the night train to St. Petersburg. I wandered aimlessly around the station, looking at shop windows. Suddenly, he saw a familiar face in a CD shop.No, she was not a visitor to the shop. A familiar face was on the cover of a music CD. Up to the end, in disbelief, took the disk. Doubts left, it was she - a stranger from the hotel. I froze. His mouth opened involuntarily. It was as if I had been hit on the head with a butt.
Unnoticed by the seller.
“Take the disc, dear,” he offered cordially to me, speaking with a characteristic southern accent, “she sings well about yellow tulips.”
“She not only sings well,” I muttered in shock.
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Lucky chuvachku. Stories on 10. Thanks to the author.
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You are welcome!
Chuvachku lucky for the second time. But he still has a way back ...
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Well, fuck yourself in that hotel entrance doors slam, which is heard in all rooms)))))))))))))))))))))))
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In our hotels is not the case)))
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lucky you, I also liked the story 5+ write ischo you, I also liked the story 5+ write ischo
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Sausage is not childish))) The woman from the story learned?
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lucky you, you liked the story 5+
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Sometimes)) There is a ten-point system here))
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Good day!
Great story. Tell me, would you be able to write a narrator to order?
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I usually do not do this))
But if there are interesting ideas, suggest. Will consider after vacation))
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Have a nice one you too!
Thank!
Usually I do not write to order, but if you have interesting ideas, I am ready to consider.
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Sorry for not immediately responding to your message in PM.
I take the idea number 1, but in September, not earlier.
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The story "The Lost Island"
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"She sings well about yellow tulips"
I have a vague guess about this lady)). Rather, it is quite specific))
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So who is it ?!))
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Yes Korolev, who else)) Is she still produces discs? And who needs this bullshit?
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Exactly! And if it were not for this phrase "she sang well about yellow tulips," would you know?
"And who needs this bullshit?" Are you talking about the Queen or the disks))
By the way, she does not produce discs, but the company.
And, by the way, I saw a scarecrow in the garden of disks, very beautiful))
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About Korolev)) Korolev wheels on a pugal - there they belong))
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I understood everything about the Queen.))
Natasha, did you like the story?
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Of course!)) Especially the ending, unexpected such))
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thank
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It's my pleasure))
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Whether Natasha Korolev herself was it?
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Respect, Dude_))
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