1. Life from the new side. Chapter 1
  2. Life from the new side. Chapter 2
  3. Life from the new side. Chapter 3
  4. Life from the new side. Chapter 4
  5. Life from the new side. Chapter 5
  6. Life from the new side. Chapter 6
  7. Life from the new side. Chapter 7
  8. Life from the new side. Chapter 8
  9. Life from the new side. Chapter 9

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finish, growling and holding Oli's head so that she would not move away. Olga almost drowned in surprise. A member of the Negro was very big and closed her mouth like a cork, she had no choice but to swallow his sperm flow convulsively. Which was surprisingly a lot. Moreover, feeling in his mouth pulsating flesh, strong hands on his neck, she never ceased to please herself and then shook her orgasm. Her body trembled and burst, but she could not do anything, literally choking black man's sperm. But he finally completely dried up. He held Oli’s head in orgasm for another thirty seconds, and making sure that she swallowed everything, he let go of it and took out the still standing member from her mouth. Olya, unexpectedly, fell on her back, leaning against the sofa. She was still shaking, and the mouth of the sperm with saliva flowed directly onto her shirt. The waiter did not say a word pulled his shorts and went on.

Finally, shocked, Olya got up from the floor and sat down with Lena, who had not yet fully recovered.

- Well, how are you? - Lena recovered a little and straightened her dress and stretched a glass of Olya from the table.

- Cool. - Olya took a drink and took a big gulp, knocking down the tart taste of sperm.

- You should try this. I finished like a bitch three times in a row. - Lena smiled at her and drained her glass in one gulp. And pushing the call button of the waiter.

- Required. - Olya agreed with her. - Finally, looking around the hall.

And something was happening in the hall. Here and there fucked, sucked, licked. Well, they danced. Many girls were topless, and some vice versa sparkled with bare ass. Strippers, waiters, almost all were engaged in pleasing the ladies and enjoying themselves. There was a competition on the stage. A young girl was sitting on a chair, and a stripper was spinning around her, completely naked playing with a towel. He then closed, then opened his penis in front of the girl’s nose, it was obvious that she was a little shy, but the stripper still first made her touch her farm and then give him a blowjob. Also on stage on paradise lay a couple of girls, and between their legs men worked actively fucking them. Not far from them, the waiter was sitting on the couch, and on it the blonde was jumping up, skipping up from the process, jumping on her skirt. The intensity of sex in the club grew and reached its apogee.

Olya did not have time to realize and examine on the creative orgy as another black man waiter approached their table with a tray on which the next drinks stood, he was already shirtless in shorts alone. Before he could put them on the table, Lena took his hand and pushed him towards Olya.

- Come on. Do not be shy. I want him to fuck you.

Olya was already quite drunk, and the previous orgasm just turned her on even more. She immediately pulled her hands to the waiter's shorts, quickly unbuttoning his pants and pulled them down, freeing his household. A large member appeared in front of Olya's nose. It was slightly shorter than the previous one, but it was also thick with a large head and intertwined with thick veins under its chocolate skin. Olya grabbed his hand feeling its strength, elasticity and thickness. He smelled good, and she could not restrain herself licked his head and then opened her mouth wide and began to suck. Meanwhile, she felt Lena's hands, she unbuttoned her shirt, and then taking off her, she sank down in front of her and began to shake Olya's shorts.

After a couple of minutes, except for the boots on Olya, there was nothing. But then the waiter abruptly pulled away and lifting Olya to his feet turned her back to himself and made him lean on the sofa giving him access from behind. Olya gasped when she felt his baton penetrate her wet vagina and rests her head on her uterus.It was a little painful. His cock was very big; she never felt so full. And even tried to pull away and get off this monster. But he did not care for her attempts, he immediately began to actively fuck her, with each push stretching her vagina more and more. Soon he got into it all and, as in the case of Lena, everything increased and increased the pace. But then the pain passed and Olya covered the ball of an unprecedented orgasm. Olya's legs and arms weakened, she almost fell on the couch even more arched. But her partner’s hands held her back, and he continued to fuck her, just as actively, bringing her to the next climax.

Olya lost track of time and orgasms, a feeling that she had finished continuously. Red circles danced before her eyes, and she fell out of reality. When she came to, she lay on her back on the couch, and Lena sucked next member next to her. But no longer a Negro and a white guy. Behind him stood a half-naked girl and kissed his neck. Not even a minute passed before the guy sat down next to Olya and that girl who was fondling him from behind standing with his flesh standing. Olya reached out and took a drink from the table. Gulp it after drinking. Alcohol did the trick. Although the drinks were not strong, but they were already drunk enough. She did not even notice how another partner appeared between her legs. A muscular guy with a slight unshaven, threw himself on her shoulders on her shoulders and entered abruptly into her already stretched vagina. She only caught the buzz, and stupidly gave herself up to the situation smiling and drinking the cocktail that she was holding. Everything danced before my eyes, the gaze could not catch hold of anything. And then everything merged into a solid fog. Freaking out. Here she is fucking someone again, someone sucks. Here is dancing and kissing someone. Fucks lying on the stage again. And then her mind finally abandoned her. She woke up in her bed with a terrible headache, collecting last night in her head. Andrei was not at home, but she clearly remembered the conversation with Lena and the beginning of the evening at the club, having decided for herself that she always went there again.

A day later, having made a tattoo, she told her husband how she spent that evening. True, omitting some details. It is not worthwhile for him to know about her new vision of their relationship and what her plans are.

6 comments
  • December 15, 2018 12:45

    already the eighth part but all the same lack of clarity and predictability, there is not any adventure, much less intrigue. The author you have is not a bad story called velvet season, here it is intrigue and adventure. and here, in fact, the husband did not sew to the n ... e sleeve, the psychologist who also does not have any relation here. and in the main character there is something that is mentioned in just one chapter. the fact that it makes excited or cause a headache. in short, the author mixed a lot of interesting things here at the beginning, but they didn’t need them.
    I certainly apologize, but if I had written such a story to order, I would not have been paid !!!

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    • Rating: 3
  • December 15, 2018 17:34

    +++
    The velvet season was not bad, especially the beginning. Well, the ending is pumped up there, like in almost all the stories of this author.

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    • Rating: 4
  • December 15, 2018 15:27

    I like, finally, at least one of them shows will. And not not limp without a characteristic rag follows all edicts. After all, they are adults with their established character and so simply should not break, the spring is compressed to a certain limit.

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  • December 16, 2018 1:00

    Yes, the same thing, so little places change, already boring.

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    • Rating: 3
  • Denis (a guest)
    December 18, 2018 11:50

    I would venture to write. In such a format of relations, namely, the Kukold, the emphasis is on the essence of the relationship and not on someone's opinion on the girl. Ie she is a guy fetish. In many stories, little attention is paid to the girl, other people who are not related to her are described, the author may forget the girl for a couple of parts altogether.The guy in such a relationship is never a hero, he is interested in his reaction to events related to the girl, his experiences. Those people who surround the girl are only interested in the format of the story - as far as they influence the heroine, and this is again the girl in the first place, her attitude to these events and people, her feelings. But it seems to me to lead a story on behalf of a girl is also a bad option, because as boys, we are interested in looking from the side of the girl and the attitude of the guy to this, actually putting yourself in his place, and putting yourself in the role of the girl is not it)

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  • December 19, 2018 19:24

    Well, as if the description comes from a third party. If you have not noticed. Well, where I forgot or focused on other characters, well, x. h Especially for a couple of parts. Well, yes, you are right. The whole story is a fitish one particular person. And if someone says something or thinks that it is fantastic. So, yes it is. The whole story is a fantasy of the customer and mine.

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