And again she buried herself in work, forgetting about everything in the world. Suddenly the bell finally rang. She perked up, and for some reason her heart sank to her feet. Yes, it was him. She took the phone and rushed from her place down the corridor.
Everyone in the office immediately knew who was on the line.
She quickly walked down the corridor to gain privacy for conversation. But it was impossible to wait, what if he quits now? And why did that bother her? Here the girls were discussing such intimate things on the phone in full voice, right in the hallway and even in the office, why should she be embarrassed? Still, she picked up the phone and said quietly:
- Hello.
- Why aren’t you picking up the phone?! — an angry voice was heard at the other end.
“I worked,” she justified herself.
- You must pick up the phone immediately when I call, understand? Otherwise it will be bad for you! Do you understand?
“I see,” she answered, frightened.
- This will happen again, blame yourself, understand?
“It won’t happen again,” she babbled.
- That's better. Now to the point. Has your husband left?
- Should have been today.
- Tomorrow I will come to you for lunch, prepare some food.
- But I'm working tomorrow.
- I don’t care, get out as you want, otherwise you’ll never be able to work again. Ask for time off like you always do, I know it's easy.
- I obey.
“And dress up the way I like, prepare all the holes, I will have very little time for this,” do you understand what I mean?
- I'll be ready.
- That's a smart girl. I'm not being too rude, did you like it?
- Liked.
- Do you like being humiliated?
- Oh yeah!
- You are my slave and whore.
- Yes.
- What "yes?
- I am your slave and whore.
- What? I can not hear.
- I am your slave and whore.
- Louder!
Natasha rushed about in fear, as if to shout loudly so that no one would hear. She walked into an empty office that was being used as a warehouse. There was no one there, as she had expected; she rushed under the table and said loudly, as if screaming:
- I am your slave and whore!
- It will go, even though you didn’t scream. Don’t think that you can trick me, otherwise I will humiliate you even more. Understood? Now go to the toilet and in front of the mirror, and not in any other way, take a photo of your tits, then on the toilet - your pussy and send it to me. Understood.
Natasha was all flushed with shame, she looked lost, she didn’t know what to say.
- I'm at work.
- I said I don't care. Do it as quickly as you want, otherwise it will seem like innocent fun to you. You can.
“This has gone too far,” Natasha muttered.
- What?! - the guy flared up, - yes, I have this about you, so it’s nonsense. Blame yourself.
- OK.
“Listen, Natasha, you can do it, and you’ll also say thank you,” he said affectionately and hung up.
Finally it was all over. My heart was beating wildly, my breathing was rapid. Nobody heard, it seems. I don't care.
She straightened her clothes, went out into the corridor and slowly walked towards the women's toilet. She walked with fear, hoping never to get there. If only there was no one there.
Here is the door. She held her breath and opened it.
There were two more girls in the toilet. One was spinning in front of the mirror, the second was behind a closed booth.
Natasha stood in a stupor. What to do now. And the longer she stood, the more uneasy she became. What will they think of her now?
She walked over to the mirror that hung above the sink. Another girl stood nearby. A shy blush colored his face. Down with shame! She examined the face and makeup. Everything was perfect for a date. Not one pimple popped up. But the hair could have been straightened. She took out a comb.
The girl at the nearby sink came out. Natasha was left alone at the mirror. She heard the clicking sound of retreating heels and silence. There seems to be no one in the corridor nearby. There's another girl in the booth, but it's quiet. Probably shitting. Natasha quickly took out her phone and turned on the camera. How long does it take for everything to load when it needs to? All. She quickly undid the top buttons of her blouse. So narrow. If I had known that this would happen, I would have worn something wider, lifted it up and taken a photo. And so. She stuck her breasts pizdeishn.net out of the cups of her bra. The moment of truth, and I took a photo. Then she quickly put the phone away and buttoned it up, and looked at what happened, otherwise she’ll have to do it again. Happened! It's not as scary as he said. She heard footsteps in the corridor and a flush tank in the stall, and like a criminal, she hurried to hide in the toilet stall.
Now everything is easier. She lifted her tight skirt, pulled off her panties and looked between her legs. Everything was OK. She filmed everything with a return camera. Then she sat down on the toilet and calmly let the stream flow since she came in. I immediately sent the photos and immediately deleted them. Then she was afraid that he might ask to forward it, and she would have to repeat everything again. Why did you delete it? And this is incriminating evidence... Then she waved her hand and sighed relaxedly.
She pulled on her panties, left the toilet, returned to the office and sat down to work.
- What is your lover saying? - Tanya asked.
- Yes, Tan, can I take time off for tomorrow?
-Are you dating him?
- Yes.
- Certainly go. Then you'll tell me everything.
- Thank you, friend.
How well everything worked out. Natasha tried to concentrate on work, but could not get him out of her head from the sweet anticipation of their meeting tomorrow.
Natasha was never a “fort” girl. Shy, modest, she took care of her honor from a young age. She was saving herself for the prince who would appear later, in adulthood, but first she needed to learn, as her parents taught her. She graduated from school with flying colors and entered the Faculty of Finance. I settled into a hostel. But even there at first she did not show herself in any way. But there began a serious struggle among women for supremacy and a place in the sun in the women's community. One of the criteria for “success” was beauty and success among the stronger sex. And she entered into this unfamiliar struggle. By her second year, she had found her place in women's society. In addition, they began to finance it more generously from home. And then the girls began to drag her to different places of entertainment.
But even there, Natasha tried not to attract the guys’ attention to herself and soon disappeared as soon as it came to dating. Then she met such a nice guy. And then the pressure, unusual for her, began from all sides. She is so old, and she is still a virgin! This is bad, this is a mess, just some kind of crime. And the guy is so prominent and pleasant, don’t miss your chance, otherwise we’ll take him for ourselves. And he himself was so persistent, gentle, affectionate, attentive, caring, etc. and so on. She didn't hold out for long. And everything, it seems, he so quickly and in all forms presented all kinds of evidence of his devotion and love for her. There is no love without sex, so she was convinced. And she was afraid of losing the object of her adoration. And she gave herself up. That's how she lost her virginity. Then they met three more times. But after that he completely lost interest in her. He was simply interested in her virginity, to take a new impregnable fortress, he needed a new trophy for the collection.
Different people have different sexual preferences, and this one had its own specific passion. And all her friends, as she later realized, knew in advance what he needed, but did not warn her out of feminine duty. And by a woman’s duty, they all, without collusion, understood helping a friend in depriving her of her maiden honor. She cried a little and felt ashamed. But then a new guy showed up. They had a long sexual relationship. With him, she realized that sex is not so bad. However, her friends, the media, society, women's novels, etc. also convinced her of this. After that, she became a full member of the sorority. But he also abandoned her. She was worried and cried. Then there were two more guys. She dated the latter for only a short time. They both equally quickly lost interest in each other. But for him she no longer experienced any heartache at all. And in general she was disappointed in love and men. Men and women are truly people from different planets. The first few dates were spent in loving conversations. So many common interesting topics for conversation. But somehow they were exhausted so quickly.
And there was nothing to talk about, everything had already been discussed. And Natasha, to be sure, was a very superficial person, living in a world of numbers, but unable to express her thoughts and feelings in intelligible words. The level of education affected. It’s the men who can constantly find common topics with each other, the ladies who can chat with each other for a long time about nothing. But a man with a woman is different. All that remained was student sex. What is student sex? These are two sensual, hot, unsatisfied people who have nowhere to retire to experiment in carnal intercourse. And as soon as you find a place for your rare intimate solitudes, passions begin to boil. But then this too passes. A whole world opens up, full of temptations and pleasures. Then she stopped looking for permanent connections. She just got dressed, put on makeup, went to the club, found, like a huntress, the right guy for one night, and no one called her after that, and that suited her very much. And then, through acquaintances, as usually happened, she met her future husband. He was already working as an engineer and earning, as it seemed to her then, a lot of money.
He showered her with gifts, surprises, dates, in general, he picked her up and bought her, he turned her head. And after just six months of dating, she suddenly jumped out to marry him. And she lived with him faithfully for five years. But in the process of family life, she discovered the other side of his life. He drank a lot. Sexual relationships became rare. He often disappeared on business trips. All men drink, and they have their own male life, secret from the female sex. It’s not secret among women, it’s just that men don’t care about women’s feelings. But not everyone drinks. She was unlucky. If I didn't drink, it would be something else. But she considered it her sacred duty to preserve marriage, overcoming all adversity, as her ancestors and love affairs bequeathed to the entire female sex. She graduated from college and got a job at a bank. I worked in a tedious, nervous and monotonous job for several years until the bank burst. She was left without work. Her husband insisted that she not work and stay at home. She was looking for a job, but she stayed at home, either because of laziness, or because of her husband, or she was simply unlucky in finding work. And there was so much work around the house. How she managed to do everything when she was working, but now, without working, she didn’t have time to do anything at all. Her husband did not want to have a child, and she was not eager to have a child. Then yes later. That's how we lived.
Her husband went on business trips, Natasha was left at home alone and began to get bored. I became addicted to women's novels, which is why I began to suffer from erotic fantasies. I started sitting in chat rooms, meeting guys, taking candid photos in front of the mirror. But what good can an adult woman find there? Then the perverts will start to stick around. Often ineptly, and even more often completely shamelessly. Others want to see candid photos. The second is to talk about sex, and virtual sex begins. Still others want to watch you on camera online, preferably naked, and jerk off to you on camera. In short, everyone needs to “sprinkle.” The second category requires meetings for quick sex. Even if they promise romance, you must understand that the ultimate goal is sex without commitment. Sometimes people are just drunk and talk all sorts of nonsense, sometimes “highly philosophical.” Etc. and so on. Normal people don’t sit there or get lost in the mass of “stubborn” people. Well, some people just like to chat and dream about something. But Natasha held on. I made a vow never to turn on the camera.
Although I was tempted a couple of times: I danced a striptease, exposed myself, showed everything that was usually hidden, watched my partner jerk off and bye. But I never met anyone in reality.
Until I met a guy there. At first she didn't pay much attention to him. Well, she said that she was married, without children, sitting at home without work, before that she worked in a bank, graduated from finance, etc. She talked about her minor financial problems. But she didn’t say any address or phone number, didn’t make any hints. Then he simply wrote that one financial corporation was looking for a financier, and she might be a good fit, it’s worth going and trying. Well, I persuaded him. There was some kind of catch. She checked this company up and down on the Internet, but did not find any incriminating evidence about it. They promised some kind of fabulous salary. And why will they take her without experience, without connections? Well, okay, trying is not torture. She went and tried it. And they took her without any questions.
She was waiting there for a whole line of competing applicants for this position. But there was no one. This is all strange. And the salary was immediately a hundred thousand for the first three months, and then half a million. This doesn't happen! Where's the catch? She got a job with a handsome salary. She told her husband that she would receive only fifty thousand. So as not to offend his male pride. And my husband was pleased. She started going to work, but there was no catch. I started looking for that mysterious pen pal. But he didn't appear online for a week. After all, he definitely recommended it to someone. He was supposed to work here. What kind of rich prince is this? She carried all his photos on her phone, trying to meet him at the company. But I have never met anyone like her, either in person or in photographs. Then he appeared online. Suho congratulated her and wished her luck. He disappeared again for a week. And at work, everyone looked after her, protected her, taught her, although she didn’t know anything about this position. It's even strange. What does she owe for this? She already thought that she would never meet him. And so, she received her first advance. Twenty-five at once! They didn't deceive me. She was pleased. Easy Money. And how can she thank that mysterious boyfriend? And then he wrote to her again and invited her to meet.
After work in the office parking lot. He will drive up to her in a jeep. And then - to the restaurant. And she, of course, agreed.
She went to the beauty salon, got her hair done, and put on a beautiful dress. Yes, and I cleaned the house, otherwise you never know what might happen in the evening. And so, on a cold, dark evening, she went out into the parking lot. She didn't know where to look for him. But he called himself. How did he find out, because she didn’t give it to him. He stood by his big black jeep. The prince turned out to be not quite what she expected. Not tall, but even below average. And not wide in the shoulders. Model haircut, well-groomed hair, clean face, gentle hands. What she thought was an expensive suit, a white shirt. He looked amazing. She got into his car, and he drove her to what she thought was an expensive restaurant. It was easy with him. He joked casually. They immediately found a common language, common topics, as if they had always known each other and lived a common life. Of course, they knew each other and had chatted before. But it’s one thing to chat when you always have time to think carefully about the next words; It's another matter in improvisation mode. He was gallant, courteous, well-mannered.
Everything in the restaurant went perfectly, as it should have been. He gave compliments and told interesting stories and seemed so smart. And then he offered to take her home. Of course she agreed. He was so kind and did not demand anything in return. And she wanted to thank him. Yes, it's not just that. She had long wanted love adventures. But she couldn’t find a person she could trust. And he seemed such a suitable candidate for this. Yes, she just wanted to please men. At least one. And my husband just left on a long business trip again.
She offered to come visit her, first buying wine. He understood the hint. They stopped at the store. They took wine, cigarettes and condoms. Now she couldn't get away with it, and she was glad. They drank wine, and he did not disappoint her. They did this all night. He was gentle and soft, and she fucked like never before. He gave her more and more caresses, offered easy sex games. This has never happened before. And in the morning, after kissing her, he left her. She didn’t walk exactly today. And every step resonated with a pleasant pain in the crotch, so that all the time she thought only about him, about new meetings, romantic dates. I was imagining it. And I couldn’t wait for a new call, new meetings.
But he didn’t call for a long time. Then dates began again during the husband’s departure and stormy nights. But no matter how she tried, she couldn’t find out anything specific about him: who he worked for, or about his family, or even where he lived. He knew how to easily avoid direct answers with very general and vague words. But he knew quite a lot about her. And even that no one knew. And this made me a little scared, but it only intensified the passion even more. So he asked her how many boyfriends she had, what were their names, and why did they break up? And then he asked, why don’t you remember Alyoshka? And how they ran with him to the American embassy.
We listened to instructions there. They took money. The plant was registered to her, which was later ruined. Participated in the attempt of the state. coup. How did it all end? Murder of the mayor. They put the brakes on all this and caught the sixes. But the papers are still kept. There is no statute of limitations. But she knows who the customer and the performer are. There were papers, signatures, fingerprints left. All you have to do is give a tip to her, and everything will turn around again, and she will have such a bad time! And the CIA has written so much about it. Really curious? And what did she get for it? Nothing. They were used and thrown away, while others made millions by sabotaging their country for the benefit of others. Natasha was scared then. But he said that this was nonsense, it doesn’t happen to anyone, you shouldn’t worry, no one will ever know. Then you worked for them, and now you work for me. I'll ask you for a favor and you'll do it, you're no stranger to it. Now she was simply tied to his will. And now she loved him, oddly enough, even more, and was afraid. But who is he really? Who does he work for? We could only guess. Her past sins did not forgive her.
He opened her up, liberated her and simply corrupted her, forcing her to share with himself her most intimate thoughts and dreams. That she would like to become a prostitute. To be caressed by several guys at once. People she doesn't know paid for sex without obligation. To be a litter, a slave, a fallen woman. Well, we have a lot of all sorts of hidden passions in our heads that we would never do in life, only in intimate fantasies. Why was she telling him all this? And so, he suggested that he could help her try to be a prostitute, so that no one would know, without consequences, but for this she must become his sex slave, and unquestioningly carry out all his orders, otherwise he has a lot of compromising evidence. And she agreed. Later, however, I regretted it. But you can’t take your words back. And so it began. However, she herself began to like this thrill of sensations. What else will he do, who knows? She didn't know what to expect from him, and it turned her on.
Finally the working day came to an end. And she immediately went to the beauty salon. You need to dress up for your loved one. Then I went to the store, bought alcohol, food, and took condoms. And when I got home, I started cleaning up. I peeled the vegetables and defrosted the meat.
In the morning I got up early and went to the shower to wash myself. Then I started choosing outfits. Fishnet stockings with a garter, tight panties, a shorter skirt, and a transparent top on top. Just as Vanya likes it. And she got down to the most important thing - lunch. Borscht, potatoes, cutlets, light salads. She set the table and put out the vodka. Like all men love. And she began to wait.
Finally the doorbell rang. Her heart sank and she ran to open it. It was he. Without further ado, he walked in and went to the kitchen. She served him her cooking, and he ate with appetite and praised the hostess for her efforts. And she stood in front of him, not daring to sit down, looking at him with adoration. I poured him some vodka, he drank it, and got down to business.
“Now,” he said, “stand up in the letter “G”, I will have you.
And without further ado she bent her back, leaning on the sofa, all in anticipation, not daring to turn her head. And Vanya took off his pants, threw back his skirt, pulled down the bottom of his panties and stuck them there. And he began to roughly insert. Natasha enjoyed it. Then he pulled out his hero and began to lubricate her hole, sticking his fingers in there. Cold gel on the butt. He'll put it in now.
But then they heard someone inserting a key into the door lock.
- This is the husband! - Natasha screamed.
- What the heck! - Vanya muttered.
He began to pull up his pants. Boots in the hallway. Screw them.
Vanya opened the balcony. Second floor. Nonsense. He jumped down. Everything is like in a joke. How will people look? What will the neighbors think about Natasha? I don't care about Natasha. This is Moscow, no one here cares about anything.
He shook himself off and calmly walked to his car in his socks.
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