***

It was already dark outside, as it should be at that hour at the end of September. Artyom nervously tapped his foot on the asphalt, pretending to be immersed in reading an abstruse e-book on the bench, rather than following the entrance to the Olga beauty salon, located next to the square in which he had set up his observation point. Artyom looked at the clock again and cursed:

- Already half past eight! And what does this bitch love?

Finally, a couple of minutes later, an out-of-date client came out of the salon, then a manicurist, and the last one was the hostess. It was she who Artyom needed. Olga closed the door and quickly walked toward the parking lot, to her beloved white “Mazdochka”. Artem rushed to her intercept. He came close and called her:

- Woodmaid, woodmaid, modzhno you on minyutku?

- Yes, and what happened?

- We don’t know where the uloca roko-ro-k-braid is ...

- Rokossovsky?

- Yes! Fakin Rashn Names! Oh, sorry! I am a turist from America, and there is my hotel, I was lost!

- Ah, it’s you who speak about the Continental Hotel! Yes, he is right around the corner, I'll show you the way.

Artyom really looked like a foreign tourist. He was tall, handsome, with a lush straw head, slightly slouching, constantly smiling with a Hollywood smile, in a stupid T-shirt and with a distracted gaze, he did not cause any fears. They went a little forward, turned into the courtyard of an old house, went through the arch. Artyom noted with admiration how sexy and at the same time the woman turns her beautiful hips while walking, as her round ass sticks out through her jeans. Someone lucky today otymet her as it should! He could not even restrain himself, looking at such a beauty, and he rather loudly snapped.

- Something is wrong? - Olga asked.

- Know, know, everything is scrappy!

They went a little more. There is not a soul in the street, and the light of the lamps almost did not reach this place because of the tall, thick trees. Artyom filed a conventional sign in the direction of a particularly dark corner.

“Here is your hotel, across the road,” Olga indicated the direction with her hand.

Behind Olga, a large fast shadow flashed and Artyom said without the slightest accent:

- Here is fuck!

A shadow that flashed backwards, the shadow threw a bag over the woman and pulled it up to her waist, then instantly rewound the bag with a string. Artyom grabbed her legs, and together with a shadow, they threw Olga into a black SUV that arrived as if from nowhere. The car, scattering rubble from under the wheels, moved away from the crime scene. The whole operation took no more than 20 seconds.

***

I worked as usual with delicate but neat scissors. This time it was possible to do without them, but the process itself gave me incredible pleasure. Here the floor is covered with small blue patches, which were once expensive jeans from a fashionable boutique, but on top of them lay pale-pink scraps of a beautiful blouse, and already thongs shamelessly lay down on a rag like a red cuttlefish stranded . The final touch, lying down on a pile of rags, like a cherry on a cake, was a pink bra of the third size. The woman now stood absolutely naked, not counting the gold ornaments and elegant colored tattoos in the lower abdomen in the form of a butterfly, replacing her lack of interdigital vegetation. Oh, this modern fashion on tattoos!

- For husband fucking portak?

- Yes, sir.

- Lord!

- Sorry, my lord ...

- For damage to the skins and stupidity you will be punished. Nobody, kane and bandage.

No one passed me a long, flexible hornbeam cane and a black eye patch. Once again I admired the gorgeous juicy body, the quite elastic breasts, the taut flat stomach, the beautiful face with the bandage. Yes, she clearly takes care of herself, no wonder the beauty salon keeps!

The first blow fell across the body, just below the navel. The woman squealed loudly.

- Oh, my mommy!

“Either you slam your own fucking mouth, or I'll slam it with your stick!”

Olga bit her lower lip and began to suffer with all her might. The blows fell one after the other, leaving transverse red stripes on the body. I didn't hit too hard, but it hurts. Tears streamed from under the bandages, lips were bitten into blood, but the woman made no sound.

- Quickly you learn, literally on the fly grab! Not often such copies come across to me!

- Thank you, my lord ...

- Do not open your mouth without a command! - I commanded and fixed the lesson by hitting juicy boobs.

Olya just squeaked quietly. I took a whip - a ponytail and began to lash her across the tattooed crotch. Olga again suffered, and only trembled all over after each blow. Below her navel everything was covered with thick red. I inserted Olga with two fingers between my legs without any preludes. They slipped easily into the hot and wet slits.

- Wow, you're all soaked like a village slut! Do you like my lessons?

- Yes, my lord.

I stuck two other fingers between the sweaty buttocks, in the tight little ring of the anus. Entered, too, without any problems. Having fucked her for a while with my fingers, I contentedly stated:

- And you fucking filly, you have to travel to the fullest! Do you want to fuck you in all your fucking holes?

- Yes, my lord!

- Too bad asking!

- Fuck me in all my fucking holes, so I screamed like the last slut !!!

- This is already better. Just need to clean you up for a start. I still lacked all sorts of smelly surprises. No one in procedural her.

No one quickly removed Olga from the cross and dragged her to the treatment room. From there came the sounds of splashing water, feminine moans, the rumble of tools for cleaning and fumbling already familiar to me. Finally, everything calmed down and No one pulled the woman out of the office on all fours for a leash. The bandage was in place. I took the leash and took it to the sports mat, put it in a dog's pose. He strapped the brace to his feet and handcuffed his hands, and completed the whole structure with a large leather roller under his stomach. Now her carefully oiled holes were high and wide open. I gave a signal and another person entered the room in the same half-mask and leather shorts with suspenders. His low, spongy figure and agitated shifty eyes betrayed in him an inexperienced adolescent, and not an experienced executor. However, in one hand he held a long flexible rod, and in the other a thick butt plug. The boy approached the raskoryachennoy woman from behind and with effort began to push the cork inside the tight anus. The cork didn’t want to enter the tightly-squeezed ass and the boy swung his rod and the evil hissed:

- Rolls relax, bitch, but it will be worse!

In the air there was a whistle of whip and a biting blow to the skin. Olga was silent, but not relaxing ass. The guy began randomly backhand whipping a woman on the ass, thighs, back, covering their cross to the cross with bright red stripes.

“Relax your fucking fat ass,” the boy squealed hysterically, “and I'll kill you to death!”

The victim realized that he was not joking and finally relaxed the necessary hole. Vova put his cork in there. In front of the shorts, he had an impressive knoll. He pulled off his shorts and released a large and wiry sexual organ. A large violet head rested against his navel, a drop of grease hung from the tip. The boy joined the woman from behind and began to fuck her in the open pussy. Judging by how easy it was to get in and out, it was very slippery and hot inside. Olga suddenly groaned loudly and began to play up a guy:

- Yes, my stallion, yes, like this! Fuck your dirty bitch harder, harder! OOOO !!! DAAAAA !!! KONCHAAAAUuuuu! ..

The boy accelerated the frictions and also finished off profusely, so much so that the sperm did not completely fit inside the vagina and poured out! From this picture, I also grew a hill on the pants!

The woman again voiced:

- Vova, it's you, I recognized you by my voice. I understand what you want, I have long ... Read more →