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334 stories · Page 17Three months later, a tour to one of the Asian countries was planned. I had to hold a competition and select the most beautiful and talented girls in our ballet show, which has already earned a good name for itself. But for performances abroad, we needed a new project, more liberated for frank dancing. My assistant was a stripper, choreographer and simply beautiful Alena. We have known each other for a long time, I often invited her to perform with the girls in my club. Relationships are friendly and sex is also without obligation. Always when she came, we fucked in the dressing room, she dutifully obeys and fulfills all my whims. All the costumes that she and her girls wore were coordinated with me. It was strictly forbidden to wear a bra under a suit and the suits themselves must be sexy. In this regard, we understood each other, besides, she was bisexual and she slept with all her girls and the relationship between them was close. It was such a new project that I needed out of 12 gi
Daria, clattering high stilettos, walked along the corridor on the 6th floor of an office building. The year ended well for her, she achieved the required KPI and the annual bonus already pleasantly warmed her bank account, and additional income, as she called them, just as comfortably settled on her other card. It was already quite late, and Daria hoped that she would not have time to fulfill the last order of the boss. The fact is that a few months ago, three people came to the company where she works. They were placed in a separate office on the 6th floor, quite spacious and with closed walls, unlike the rest of the open spaces, and they were told that they were a new startup related to analytics. Three strange-looking men were not associated with the word startup in any way, it seemed that they lived in the office and they almost always appeared in threes. The oldest of them, who was, apparently, the boss, a tall, thin, always clean-shaven man with a slight gray at the temples, i
It was not difficult for Lisa to undress in front of men. For several years she had been working as a model, and if at first the need to undress caused an exciting shiver in her, now it was a common thing, just a job that pays money. She did not mind when one of the men began to look after her, the girl's data was attractive. The average height - 177 cm was compensated by harmony and good proportions - long legs, a small butt, not too big breasts, which, against the background of her thinness, looked quite sexy. Proud landing of the head, a pretty face framed by a caret. Lisa had blond hair and she could afford to dye her hair blonde. Usually the men were gallant and helpful with her. They looked after and paid for her time, she gave them unforgettable sex. However, this time everything went wrong. The owner of a small firm, for which he and a photographer shot advertisements, it seems Arkady was a prominent man with a pleasant northern Viking appearance and a deep voice. Lisa li
- I'm sorry! I haven't seen her for more than a year, and now she, Vika's ex-wife, is now standing at the entrance door, asking for forgiveness. Did you follow my instructions? “Yes,” her expression became more cunning, she probably thinks that I have already forgiven her! Now! Whore! She still doesn't know what's in store for her. - I want to test. She fiddles with the zipper of her jacket hesitantly. Afraid, still. - Come quickly! Or go where you came from. Vika squinted around and her fingers lowered the lock of the jacket to the end. As I expected, she was wearing nothing but stockings and boots. This was my condition for our meeting. She had to go to me in this form through the whole city. - Do you still like me? Her nipples were invitingly sticking out from the cold. Yes, she stayed the same. My gaze glided over her hips, her clean-shaven pubis, - maybe you will invite the lady home? - Where did you see the ladies here, slut? Come after me. We climbed the stai
In the hands - a long black piece of matter, dense and slightly rough to the touch. Why do I need it, a scarf with a fringe around the edges? Your fingers are teasing exactly the same, narrow and also by no means soft. Why do you need it, what are you going to do? What are we both going to do? I came into your dream, flapping my dark wings, scratching my corner in space, winning you back from another, which, perhaps, is nearby - but hardly closer now than such a distant me. Here again the performance is being prepared. The noise is silent and the curtain is up! Or, as it was said not by us and before us, “The rumble has subsided. I went out on the platform "... On the sides of the wooden podium are many mirrors. Our reflections are everywhere. I am wearing a short autumn coat and a light silk scarf around my neck. Slightly reddened from the cold cosmic wind, the cheeks blush, betraying a feeling of trembling expectation. And behold, attention! - instant change of scenery. You
Loud music beat on her ears, but Sandra still could not understand - she was trembling from excitement or from vibrations transmitted from powerful speakers through the floor to her body. Still, it was not without reason that she did not like this idea from the very beginning, and she did not agree for several months - her friend, Mary, had to persuade the girl a lot. It would seem that this is just to go to a club with a friend whom they have known for many years. Indeed, the task would not have been difficult if the girls were 21 - it was from this age that one could visit such places in Missouri. Unfortunately, neither 18-year-old Sandra nor 19-year-old Mary fit the mentioned conditions. But Mary, to Sandra's surprise, was not stopped by this obstacle - she continually remembered her friends who were ready to get her (and part-time Sandra) fake documents. For Sandra, this was unacceptable - she was from a prosperous family, her father was a prominent businessman, and she was broug
We rested on the sea, returning from a cafe on the waterfront. To shorten the path we went through an abandoned sanatorium. On a dark alley, they decided to indulge a little, I put my wife doggystyle to the bench, began to kiss, stroke her. She already began to moan and flowed. I just wanted to stick it in when five guys came out. Two of them twisted my arms, and two of them pressed her arms against the bench so that she couldn't twitch. The fifth says: well done, prepared the heifer, even took off his underpants. Came up and with a swing put his penis into her. She could be heard screaming even though her mouth was clamped shut. He began to fuck her with cancer until he graduated right into her. Then they dragged me to her from behind, by the hair they poked me with my head between her legs and said: “Let’s wash it for the next one.” I had to lick her. I often made her kuni, but then sperm flowed out of her. When I licked, my wife began to squeeze her legs and moan. They laughed
“There is a wonderful massage parlor here,” I heard, lying on the beach, ten meters from the waves splashing on the coastal sand. “I’ve been coming here for the second year solely because of him. Go, you won't regret it. I turned my head towards the speaker and saw two men sitting under a canopy. The speaker was about forty years old, like me, his interlocutor - much more. I myself would not refuse a good massage - the consequences of an injury received a long time ago were affecting, therefore, after waiting for my peer to go to the water, I followed him. After a couple of minutes, I already knew where to look for a massage parlor, as he dubbed it. “Just don’t get too carried away,” he said with a grin, “otherwise I last year ...,” he didn’t finish, and I didn’t specify what he meant, following how his toned body dived into the oncoming wave. The next day, before dinner, I went to the indicated address in the village. I forgot to say that this year I was vacationing at a recreat
Standing in the corridor of the car, Igor thought about how he does not like Chelyabinsk. Dirty, suffocating, dank, fussy and stupid. Even more he did not like business trips. This time in the company of Irina Vladimirovna, who is now changing clothes behind closed doors. Irina Vladimirovna could well be called Ira, and even Irochka. A young, 26-year-old lady, with a very pleasant appearance, successfully hidden behind thick glasses, lack of makeup, baggy, shapeless dresses and sweaters, with an eternal ponytail on her head. But "respect", Irina Vladimirovna, found in the team with a prim character and an absolute lack of femininity. And now, as soon as Irina entered the compartment, Irina commanded Igor to go out and let her change clothes, while asking Igor not to run into the restaurant car, so as not to poison her with fumes. The 29 hour trip promised to be a real challenge... Opening the door, Irina silently let Igor into the compartment. The young man was surprised at the c
Outside the window is summer: +26, the birds are singing, people are walking, but I didn’t pass the exam. I lie on the bed and think what to do next. "Okay, we need to take a walk, go to a cafe, drink coffee" - sounded in my head. And I started getting ready. In general, I am an optimist by nature, and therefore I decided to clear my head from bad thoughts. Arriving at the appointed place, I ordered a latte, I was served by a nice waitress, apparently her name was Nastya, judging by the badge. She had a very cool figure: 3 breast sizes that peeped out of the neckline, slender legs and an elastic buttocks. But I noticed this later, because after placing an order, I turned on the phone and started checking social networks. Nastya brought a latte, but I did not pay attention, as my friend wrote to me. She wanted to touch me and accidentally touched the coffee that spilled on my phone. I was a little taken aback by what happened, but saying that everything was fine, I asked for another
A lonely girl in a light dress on a night road is not a sight for the faint of heart. Her fragile figure smelled of trouble from a kilometer away. Rare cars rushed by without even thinking to slow down, and she really needed someone to take her away from here right now. She ended up here, fleeing from her "friends", so gallant in ordinary life. But the wild nature and the abundance of alcohol changed them beyond recognition. Liza was the only girl in the company, and it was to her that the aspirations of tipsy and boorish guys were directed. She was already thrown over her shoulder and carried to the table like a "dessert", but the guy was drunk and the girl managed to break his precarious balance by clinging to the wooden railing of the stairs. Immediately, two guys following behind, with stupid smiles on their faces, spread their arms, preventing the girl from running away. But luck was on her side today. Making a false swing, she rushed in the other direction. The reaction of th
The sun had already set, and the trees around the street seemed even darker. Once again, scolding herself for staying late at work, Oksana walked through the half-empty streets to her home. Her peers spend time in clubs and bars at this time, but she is too tired to think about anything other than the evening series and a cup of instant soup. In addition, constant study at the university, and then a busy work schedule to pay for a small apartment, did not leave time to meet with few friends and dates with guys. She did not consider herself ugly, always trying to dress with taste, even despite the constant lack of money. Looking in the mirror, she saw a tall girl with long black hair down to her waist. The ability to eat anything, and at the same time not lose her thin waist, was her pride. Oksana would call herself a beauty, but small breasts were the weak point of her figure. On the way home, thoughts about the upcoming vacation were interrupted by the horn of a car by the roa
I am twenty two years old. My name is Luci. I will say right away that this is not a female name. It's short for "Lucifer". And, my parents are very far from religion. It's just that my mother really likes this name. Now about my mom. I love her very much, and I am a very exemplary son. In fact, my dad and I love her. But, my mom has girlfriends. And this is what my story will be about. My mother is in her forties, but you will never give her more than thirty. Probably good genes and a lot of sports. Her friends are the same. All look very good. If I had the opportunity, I would fuck them all, and I am very selective in women. I don't like girls who hang themselves around my neck. I love the chase and the riddle to fuck my brain, so much so that already sparks flew. One time my mom was throwing some kind of party, in honor of something there. You can’t remember everything, and you don’t need to. And there I saw her. As far as I understood, it was one of my mother's friends. She was
Kira, young and very attractive, came to visit her grandmother. The hot summer has begun, and vacation is a good opportunity to take a break from the bustle of the city, in a distant village. The river, fresh air, forests and fields will do her good. Jogging and swimming naked made her happy every morning. There is no one around, she is alone, why not. After such a procedure, I decided to sunbathe a little, also naked. The sun had already risen well into the sky and began to bake well. Lying on her stomach, for a long time she decided to roll onto her back, so that everything would be good with a tan, she applied tanning cream to her skin with deft movements. I closed my eyes and enjoyed sunbathing and birdsong. Suddenly, for a moment, a man's groan was heard ... the frightened woman jumped up, looked around, but did not see anything suspicious. Maybe heard? Deciding to continue her procedures yet, she settled down more comfortably on the grass. After a while, she got up and lo