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For some reason, it became terribly funny when, in a large woman who got out of a car I did not know, I recognized my mother's girlfriend - Tamara Lvovna, a neighbor on the porch from the fifth floor.

- Has the beauty come to get laid? – sarcastically flashed through my head. - What about the husband? Doesn't satisfy? Decided to scratch your manda about a stump in nature?

I heard in the morning at the entrance, how I hung noodles on my husband’s ears, that you were going to a lonely girlfriend who had a bad cold and could even stay until the morning, depending on her condition.

- A decent woman came out on the panel? He smiled wickedly and looked hopefully at the camera. - How lucky I decided to go for mushrooms and take pictures of birds in the forest! And you can only dream of pictures of such a swallow with a “lonely girlfriend” in nature!

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Aunt Tamara, Uncle Vitin's wife, got out of a car parked in a small cl... continue reading

An absolutely wild story that could not happen to any girl in real life.

However, in those worlds and fantasies where anyone can be fucked anywhere, this could happen and happened.

Summer warm day. A park. City center.

In the past, Alexandra, an excellent student at one of the main lyceums in the city, and now a graduate with a red diploma from the leading university in the city, decided to arrange a light photo shoot for herself, taking her friend with her.

What does our Sasha look like? Low - 163-165 cm. Thin, but with a small tummy. Blonde with long hair slightly curly hair. Small breasts and elastic medium ass, which is nice to grab onto.

The photo session was going great, they were already ready to go home when a guy jumped up to Sasha and began to greedily paw her at one of the trees - the final place for photos. He pressed her to the trunk and climbed his hands under the blouse, which shone through absolutely everything. His already erect member was rubbing against Sas... continue reading

Introduction.

- Let's! Fuck her! - Natasha squealed, while I hovered over the naked twenty-year-old beauty Alice prone on the bed. She was in a deep sleep under sleeping pills.

Natasha's face was angry and pleased, but my penis stood and trembled. For some reason, Natasha held Alice's hands, she probably just liked to feel the power.

- What have you become! Stick your pichushka in her cunt!

Natasha hissed and spat in anger. She was Alice's dorm roommate and hated Alice. I looked at the tanned body of the girl below me. Beautiful brunette with a gorgeous body. Neat breasts, juicy ass and beautiful strong legs. I put my hand on a bulging shaved pubis.

Natasha hated Alice because she was beautiful, and periodically teased Natasha for her lisp.

I ran my hands over the tanned body, squeezing Alice's boobs in my hands.

— Yes, that's it! Pop her!

To be honest, I was on the verge of a crime. But then I got a better idea. Picking up my phone, I took a few shots of Alice sleeping... continue reading

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Paul looked again at the people sitting in front of him. The unfortunate father and mother expected from him at least some news about their daughter. He got up, rummaged through a pile of personal files, pulled out a skinny folder. Pavlova Svetlana Igorevna.

“Funny,” thought Pavel, looking at the surname, even on the first day of admission, he paid attention to it, although not only because of the surname consonant with his name. The girl was very beautiful, but the diagnosis of schizophrenia put an end to her beauty.

— I'm sorry, but I have nothing to please you — the doctor sighed theatrically, as he could, showing that he cares about their grief — To visit? No, you can’t, there are specially allotted hours for this, now she has procedures, specialists are working with her.

The procedure meant she was given a dose of sedative medication and she sits drooling on her bed. When they left, he cheerfully spun around in his chair, took out a black box from the top drawer of the... continue reading

Another one of my old fantasy about Olenka. Fantasy each time received more and more details and finally found enough of them to take shape in a single story. So...

I, Fedor, Peter, Andrey and Matvey waited for the moment when you worked at the car wash in the afternoon and were alone for 3 hours. This was enough to carry out the plan. I was dressed simply in summer, T-shirt, jeans, sneakers and a mask. I knew you'd still recognize me, but it was protection from security cameras. The guys were dressed in riot police uniforms. I went in first, went through the hall where they wash cars, there was no one in it, put on a mask and went further to the waiting room for customers and the administrator. That administrator was you, Olenka. Slender, very beautiful blonde, with long curly hair, with brown luxurious eyes. Your forms excited me very much and forced me to fantasize regularly on your topic during masturbation. And, most importantly, these forms and your sweet, very feminine face, l... continue reading

For some time after the threesome, I was bursting with conflicting emotions. Jealousy came in waves, suddenly throwing me from "I legally fucked my girlfriend's hot friend in every way" to "Oksana cheated on me right in front of me." I did not want to quarrel and I withdrew into myself. Previously, Oksana would have found out what was the matter (by all means accompanying the interrogation with torture), but now I saw that she was also worried and was afraid to worsen the situation. This really upset me: I thought that if she felt guilty, then my jealousy was pointing in the right direction. Does she cheat on me regularly? Does she have a relationship with Dasha? Maybe she prefers women in general?

This went on for several painful days, until Oksana decided to speak about it first:

"I... owe you an apology," she said, fidgeting nervously with an unbuttoned shirt button.

- For what? I asked sadly.

- Then ... With Dasha ... It seems to me that I have somewhat crossed the line.... continue reading

Three 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... continue reading

- Not!

- But...

- Not! In no case!

- But you...

- Not!

"You don't even know what it's about!"

I shuddered and took a breath. Oksana laughed, looking at me.

- No strangers in our relationship!

- BUT...

"Even if it's Stephen Amell, it's still not!"

— Stephen Amell? Why Stephen Amell?

I myself did not know where Stephen Amell had jumped out of me, so I kept silent.

“Do you want Stephen Amell?” Oksana asked.

- Not! I don't want men at all!

But why did you name him?

“I just said the first thing that came to mind.

“I mean… okay, okay, I get it!” Forget Stephen Amell!

And about everyone else too!

- About everyone?

- Listen! I know that in the past I have repeatedly refused something that I should have tried ...

And not two, not three! How much did I have to persuade you to try hot wax ?!

“You always looked at my erection when you wanted to know if I liked anything you actually do. So: from such conversations, she disappears from me ...

— Dasha. I wa... continue reading

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... continue reading

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... continue reading

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... continue reading

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... continue reading

— And what will it look like? I asked carefully. Oksana purred in response:

“Nothing so special!” It's just that, for example, I'll be on top more often... and you'll lick me more often...

It didn't make it any clearer to me.

“I don’t seem to mind having you on top anyway. Are you missing kuni? You can always just ask...

Oksana growled.

I don't want to ask for anything! I want to order! And when I'm on top, you distract me all the time, grabbing my chest with your hands, then my ass!

"I'm just trying to help you cum!" Please, I can not touch you at all when you are on top. I pouted.

- That's it. - Oksana looked into my eyes - You can touch, you can not touch. And I want you to do nothing without my permission.

It sounded interesting. I suddenly realized that the idea gave me a vague excitement.

“I think… you can try…” I answered uncertainly.

- You'll like it! Oksana whispered, kissing me.

Why is this? I asked nervously, hiding my hands under the pillow.

Oksana s... continue reading