- Kolya, you idiot, let me through!!! I'll be late for work!!! Kolya was, to put it mildly, a bad neighbor, and if not mildly, a jerk! Constant drinking, partying, music, and shouting until the early hours. And this very creature lived below us. And the worst part is, he was constantly picking on me and picking on me! At first, he just made stupid jokes and offered dubious compliments. Even though I'm 41 and he's a 23-year-old bitch!!! But no, he never let me pass in peace, I have a feeling that he constantly smokes in the entryway, 24/7, the asshole!!! And now, the bitch knows my husband left 30 minutes ago. And I'll tell you right away, I didn't say anything to my husband; this Kolya is as healthy as a battered horse and just as smart! And you can't report him to the police, what am I supposed to say? He won't let me go down the stairs? We live on the fifth, top floor, and he lives on the fourth. And now he's standing between the floors and won't let me in. - Kolya, come on, let me pass! I pouted. - Show me your ass and go. He said with a laugh. - Go fuck yourself! I tried to break through on my heels, but only hit him like a wall. - Here! He raised his finger. — Now show me and touch it. I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose. Oh, how angry I was. Especially at myself. Just yesterday I unbuttoned my blouse and let him touch it, the director of the company came to pick me up, and there was no time to argue with him! And if before he'd just joke around for a couple of minutes and let it pass, now he's completely freaked out. - Come on, Kolya, please. I begged. Damn it, I'm already late. - So lift up your skirt, I'll squeeze a couple of times and run. He stood his ground. - Bitch! I hissed. I turned my back to him and began to lift up my tight skirt. - Oooo, we're wearing stockings today, and even a thong. Are you going to the sluts? Yes, stockings!!! It's summer outside, it's hot, it's hot in tights, but you can't live without them - it's a dress code, and as for thongs, the fabric of the skirt is thin, so the elastic bands aren't visible!!! He moved closer and his palms grabbed my butt and squeezed. I even blushed... From shame. - Mmmmm. He groaned contentedly, resting his chin on the top of my head. I pushed him away sharply. — Satisfied? Everyone, go to hell! And she ran down the stairs, her skirt flying as she went. A satisfied laugh came from above. In the evening he was still standing there, the bitch, as if he had never left, even the same T-shirt! I sighed resignedly, I felt like turning around and going back, but my husband was waiting at home. Why did this happen to me? I walked up to him, resigned, and stopped next to him. He didn't block my way, but I knew one step would be enough, and I could see in his eyes that he wouldn't let me pass without a trace. And I was tired as a dog, I wanted to go home, eat, and join my husband. - So what do you want? - Come here. He patted his knees. — closer. I exhaled and walked up to him, turning my back to him so as not to see this bastard!!! Ooooh, how he annoys me. His hands pressed him to them. They unbuttoned her blouse, reached under her bra, squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples between their fingers. Then they moved down and lifted her skirt... I could feel the material of his sweatpants against my butt and how his "thing" was pressed against me. He groped me all over, and I only flinched when his hand reached into my underwear. - Don't twitch. He gently removed my hand from his. And I felt his fingers stroking me there, slowly penetrating my vagina. - Kolya, please. I asked hoarsely and quietly. Two of his fingers were inside, he curved his hand and pushed them even deeper. - Please. I begged, almost crying. And not because of him, but because I was getting wet there. He began to move them, pressing the large one against the clitoris. - When you finish, I'll let you go. He whispered and squeezed her chest again with his other hand. I stood motionless, like a doll. But he didn't miss the way I shuddered and cringed a little. - Good girl. He removed his hands, kissed me on the top of my head... And left. It probably took me a minute to come to my senses. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Some guy just jerked me off! I'm standing there in the middle of the entrance hall with my panties down! Bitch! And I came, I liked it. I wanted to hit myself, oh how I wanted to!!! I came home, calmed down a bit, and attributed it all to ovulation... The next day I went to work like a partisan. At first I looked out the door – no one there. Phew, I quickly ran downstairs. And Kolya wasn't there that evening either. "Maybe they locked him up?" I thought hopefully. But on Saturday he showed up. As usual, I got ready for a run at 8:00. Shorts, top, sneakers, everything. I ran out the door and almost ran back in right away. Kolya waved a bottle of beer at me. Who drinks beer at 8 in the morning? No, well, something needs to be done about this, this can’t go on! - Kolya, we need to have a serious talk. I said quietly but very insistently as I walked down the stairs. "I completely agree with you, it's about time. Let's go to my place, we'll talk there." Well, I really didn’t really want to sort things out in the entryway, so I went to see him. - Kolya... Just then I opened my mouth. - Yes, yes, yes. He pushed me against the wall, pressed his paw on my head, and almost broke my neck. He carefully placed the bottle on the cabinet and, not at all carefully, stuck his dick in my mouth. I was so shocked that I just blinked my eyes and gasped when the dick got stuck in my throat. I twitched, trying to break free, but he just pressed down and shoved it all the way to my tonsils and wouldn't let go. I stopped struggling and holding my breath, and then he let me go and let me catch my breath. I was about to scream, took a deep breath, and almost choked on my dick again, he shoved it in so hard that tears came to my eyes. In the end, after a couple of minutes, I was calmly sucking his dick, myself and without any prodding, while Kolya sipped his beer. I hope he chokes! I hate giving blowjobs!!! It's humiliating for a woman! And then there's that taste and smell of dick. He probably hasn't even showered yet! Basically, I was smacking him, it was a joy to behold. So stop... Without stopping sucking, I thought. He's such a bitch, he could cum in my mouth. And I can't stand the taste of cum! Eww, baaaaaaaaaaa. Slimy, smelly, no no no. I was about to tell him not to cum in my mouth, but as soon as I let go, he slapped me and pulled my hair. Well, no, no, why hit him right away? I quickly feigned submission and continued to jerk him off, jerking him off with my hand. God forbid my husband sees the slap mark, there'll be problems. Fuuuuuu!!!! He cums in my mouth, but I don't flinch, I wrap my lips tightly around his cock, taking it in with my tongue. Otherwise, it might spill and stain my clothes. At least it's all in one pile. - The old lady gives quite a gift. What the fuck!? Old lady?! And only then did I see this wet cunt standing there in her underwear, leaning against the doorframe. Where the hell did that bitch come from? And when? Did she fucking see everything? I would tell both of these jerks everything right now!!! But instead, I bolted out into the entryway, their laughter echoing. I ran down the stairs, covering my mouth with my hand. I needed to get rid of the sperm immediately! I couldn't spit it out in the entryway; that wasn't right. Suuuuckaaa! The old ladies are sitting at the entrance! She put on her usual look, smiled, and nodded at them. She ran behind the house. As she approached the corner, her husband called. Well, what do you want??? People, people, people all around... Why can't you sleep on Saturday? She stood up and swallowed resignedly... - Yes, my love. — .... - Yes, okay, I'll buy some bread. I feel like I could sit down and cry right now... Thank God I got home without any problems and immediately slipped into the bathroom. And I'm not an old lady at all! I pulled off my top and looked in the mirror. It's small, yes, but it doesn't hang down, and at least there's no tummy. I took off my shorts and checked my butt, making sure it was okay there too. I looked at my face. There are some wrinkles, but then again, I'm 41, but I take care of myself, and my husband says I'm very beautiful. That bitch, she ruined my whole mood. And this fucking cum is stuck in my throat, I even brushed my teeth twice, and it's no use. I got into the shower, filled my mouth with water, rinsed it out and spat it out, and that's how I got my point across, so to speak... I didn't go running on Sunday; I didn't feel like it. My husband left, and I settled down to watch TV series. The doorbell rings. I must have forgotten something, so I went to open it. It's so obvious, you can't erase it... — Are you completely out of your mind? What do you want? I put my hands on my hips. Kolya looked down. And I blushed, I had nothing on except my underwear, and I braced my hands and lifted my T-shirt. - Don't look. I pulled on a T-shirt to cover myself. - Here's another one. He walked past me into the apartment. — Where is the bed? - Now go away! I grabbed his hand. And then, in one swift motion, he threw me over his shoulder. I immediately started pounding his back with my fists and kicking my legs. - Let me go!!! I'm going to scream!!! - You will, of course. Now don't move, you'll fall. And he whispered on my ass, the bastard. - Here she is. He carried me into the bedroom and threw me on the bed. — How do you like it? Top or bottom? He pulled his T-shirt over his head. I huddled in the very corner, near the wall. - Kolya, come on, don't. I covered my face with my palms so as not to see how he pulled down his shorts and underwear. His hand grabbed my ankle and pulled. I honestly kicked, I even thought about scratching, but I didn’t scream, otherwise the neighbors might hear and think that I was with a man. Kolya pressed my face to the bed, pulled down my panties, and leaned on me. - Kolya, please, no, oh. - No need, no need, but you’re so wet you could wring it out. His cock entered me easily, my bent knees straightened and fell onto the bed. His groin slapped my buttocks. I turned away, decided that I would ignore him, lie there like a doll, let him be ashamed! Gone... He just turned me over onto my back, easily spread my legs and continued. I still didn't look at him, feigning indifference. Even when he squeezed my breast, I didn't react, even though I barely came. — Don't like it? He asked without stopping fucking me. No, well, it's not that I don't like it at all, I'm barely holding back, I'm going to shit myself. I'm so embarrassed, so embarrassed. Finally, I spat, turned to him, hugged him around the neck, grabbed his hips with my legs, and came, arching my pelvis to meet him, so he went deep! Since he was going to fuck me anyway, I might as well enjoy it, right? - Good girl. And of course he came inside me, at least he was on the pills. He pulled out and wiped it on my T-shirt, the nerve! He stood up and calmly began to get dressed. Just like that, he got dressed and left! And I sat in the bath and thought. It turns out I'm cheating on my husband. But it's not my fault, is it? It's all his fault! I have nothing to do with it! Did I call him? No! Did I ask him? No! I'm the victim! Well, I won and went to clean up the house with a clear conscience. But everything was falling apart, and I couldn't get my head around how easy it was to fuck me. And I don't consider myself a whore at all! I'm a decent woman and a faithful wife. So I made dinner, put on a shorter skirt, and went to Kolya's. I need to check something... I flew home like a bullet!!! Angry and disheveled, I quickly ran to the bathroom. My wet panties fell to the floor, as did my dirty skirt. He fucked me in the ass! He fucked me in the ass, bitch! I very carefully touched my fucked anus, everything was covered in cum! Yes, I agreed, but he, the bitch, said it would be nice, but it wasn't nice at all! Yes, I came! But I don't know how it happened! My poor, stretched butt was aching. I sat down in the empty bathtub and pulled my legs up, hugging them. I was a slut after all. And the cum continued to leak out of my ass, trickling down the bathtub in a thin, white stream... A year later... The member gently left my pussy, but didn't go far. I gently guided it with my hand, and my slightly open anus happily welcomed it, easily sliding it all the way inside. With a groan, I clenched my ass, gripping the member tightly. - And where do you want to finish? I sat on top, moving my hips, enjoying the feeling of a dick in my ass. - in your fucking mouth. Colin's hands grabbed and squeezed his butt. - As you say. I smiled and leaned forward, hanging over Kolya, offering my breasts for kisses. When he said this, I got off and lowered myself down, taking his hot cock into my mouth. She felt tension and a barely noticeable tremor, and immediately moved down, swallowing his entire length, taking the sperm straight into her throat, just the way he likes it. Well, I'm a slut and a whore, but everything's fine with me. My husband is as happy as a clam, because to hide the work of my ass, I started regularly giving it to him. And he's like a different person! Attention, care, gifts! Our love has flared up with renewed vigor! And after a sweet blowjob in the morning, he's ready to carry me in his arms! What about Kolya? Well, let him fuck, I won't lose anything, will I? It's not hard for me, he enjoys it - everyone's happy.