at home, I saw that at the end of the corridor there was a glass door to the bath, and there was a light there. I went to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a 35-year-old man, in a bath towel alone, which was held incomprehensibly on what, and it was almost indecently let down. He was well built - broad shoulders, large arms, athletic chest. A sort of Apollo, only drunk and with a cigarette.

During my absence, the "guests" were well attached to the wine, and later to vodka, judging by the number of empty bottles standing on the table. Bath was a room with a table in the middle and benches on three sides. On the table were glasses, glasses, and two bottles of vodka, half drunk. The men sat in some towels and laughed, they had a fun feast. This Apollo took the tray from my hands and invited me to the table, flirting and trying to land me closer to him. I told him that I was at work and I had a lot to do, to which he replied that they were able to deal with everything themselves and know this house well, but I could brighten up their leisure time with my presence. I hesitated, but the “Colonel”, who heard our conversation, said: “There wasn’t such a thing that there were no girls present at the corporate office of Riviera!”

This phrase seemed to me scalded with boiling water, because it was in the "Riviera" that my boyfriend Sergey works. I unwittingly softened, and the "Colonel" who sat at the head of the table called me to himself, indicating that there was a place next to him. When I approached him, I realized that there was very little space left on the bench next to such a large man, and I could hardly sit, rather tightly clinging to him. The "colonel" offered me wine, and gave me a glass in his hands. We talked, and from a glass of wine and high temperatures, I told the “Colonel” about an amazing coincidence - after all, my boyfriend Sergey also works in this company. "Colonel" Vladimir laughed and said that I now have to attend the corporate party as a guest, "for Seryoga", who could not come today.

Over the first glass of wine happened the second, and sitting in a bath in a dress was unbearable, the dress began to stick to my body. The men noticed this, and Arthur, a 25-year-old boy, suggested that I change my clothes in a towel, noting that in the end there are “all my own”, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. We left the bath, he took me to the locker room and left there. It was a great pleasure to take off the soaking wet dress, but even more I wanted to get rid of underwear that was wet through and did not carry the meaning. I took off her panties and bra, and took a white bath towel. I turned around and realized that it was rather narrow, and you could either turn around to the waist and walk topless, or try to pull it up and close everything to them. I folded the first option right away, and shook it so that a rather deep neckline remained on top and the bottom was all right, if not bend down.

After two glasses of wine I became more cheeky, and men in the bath after so much drunk will hardly notice anything. I hung up the dress and underwear on the dryer and entered the bath. Most of all, my return was delighted by the "Colonel", he again called me to himself, turning to me - "Seregin is a girl!". I squeezed between the benches and sat down next to him again. The glass of wine was full again. The wine was in a bucket with ice, and it was the only thing that saved from the terrible heat in the bath. I drank more, and talked with the "Colonel." We talked about everything, it turned out that the “Colonel” was the head of this company, and he began to shower me with compliments for having such a great guy, a valuable employee. The rest of the men didn’t cheat me, either, and flirt. Alcohol hit in the head, and I did not notice how the "Colonel" pulled me closer to him, began to stroke my waist through a towel. We drank more.The "colonel" said that I was pushing on the edge of the bench and I was uncomfortable, and offered to sit on his lap to him. The verbal sentence was followed by the effort of his hands at my waist, and I unknowingly sat on his lap to him. The towel was slightly raised, and now my lower body was hidden only by the height of the table in front of the bench. If someone looked under the table, he would see me in all its glory. The “Colonel” has rather long, large legs, so I could only sit on my knees with my legs apart, almost like a horse. Because of this position, nothing covered me from below.

I sat naked in his lap. Another half an hour nothing happened. The men drank, smoked, laughed, and everything was fine. But at some point, I began to feel how something was beginning to put pressure on my ass. This “something” was gradually warming and becoming firmer. In spite of his age, the "Colonel" impressed me as a strong man, it was clear that he had everything under complete control. Different fantasies began to appear in my head, from high temperatures and drunk. I tried to change the thought, switch, in the end, the imagination drew terrible and vulgar things, I tried to switch to the thoughts of Sergey, but it only inflamed me more. A member of the head of my boyfriend rests on my ass, and I'm trying to cope with thoughts. In front of me, sitting at the table are beautiful, young men, naked, in some towels, and with them dripping sweat. I felt I was starting to flow, and it was not from the heat. I firmly decided that it would not go any further, and that it was time for me to stop, go out, catch my breath, otherwise it could end badly. But the "Colonel" had other plans.

He appealed to me with a request to file a bottle, which stood on the opposite edge of the table. I stood up and arched forward. After that, I realized that it was his trick. After all, when I bent over, under a raised towel, he had a great view of my pussy, and I am sure that he noticed that I was running. I took the bottle in my hand and sat back down. At that moment, something happened - the "Colonel" pushed the towel to his knees, pulled me closer to him, and I sat down with my pussy on his standing hot dick. I was excited, and he walked into me easily, all the way down. From surprise, I tried to jump, but he kept me by the hips and planted myself even more. Consciousness returned to me for a second, and I understood what was happening. And this happens right at the table, in front of drunken men who do not notice it yet. If someone looked under the table, he would see me sitting on the “Colonel” on my knees with a dick in pussy. The "colonel" did not move, he continued to drink from his glass, only rocked slightly from side to side, which gave me an animal sexual pleasure. Fortunately, the heat in the bath hid the way I turned red.

I felt all the veins on his penis, felt his big head that rested against my uterus. I felt that I would finish now even if he didn’t do any frictions. From me flowed, on my legs flowed and I am sure that his member was also in my selections. Realizing that I was not trying to escape, the “Colonel” made several imperceptible frictions from the side, and I felt the dick inside me pulsate rhythmically, and the lower abdomen began to fill with hot fluid that poured into me under this pulsation. I don’t know if anyone noticed this from the side, but my legs began to tremble and shrink from the orgasm that overtook me at that moment. A foreign member has just filled me with sperm, and this is something that I did not allow even my boyfriend to do. The "colonel" coughed a little, but was in no hurry to leave me. I felt his dick getting softer, but he continues to remain inside me. When he became soft, I felt his seed begin to flow out of me and drip onto the floor. At this moment, Arthur, a guy of about twenty-five, who was sitting at the opposite side of the table, waved his hand and dropped the glass from the table.

He bent down and looked under the table. It was hard not to notice what was happening.Arthur raised his glass, put it on the table, and began to look at me with a smile ... Read more →